Greetings fellow readers of Fanfiction. I had an ideaplosion that completely obliterated my writers block. So now here is chapter six. I also would like to make it clear that there will be no sexual interaction between anyone in this story. It may be implied but the worst thing I'll write is kissing. I'm a sixteen year old that has never had a boyfriend (Or girlfriend for that matter seeing as I'm bi) so I probably wouldn't be very good at writing them anyway. If anyone believes this should go in the M rated section please list the reasons why. Now enjoy the next chapter of A Masters Care.
Chapter 6
Shards of wall flew in all direction. A particularly razor-sharp piece narrowly missed Tsukunes head, embedding itself in the wall behind him. Shocked he stumbled backwards almost bumping into Moka as he did so. Only seconds after the wall exploded outwards did a large humanoid creature lumber through. It had rough, sickly looking green skin, and thick plates of natural armour covered its arms, legs and back. It stood at least eight feet tall, it's horned head just brushing the ceiling.
Everything stood still. A thick silence fell over the room until a guest screamed "OGRE" and everything went to hell. All the guests panicked, everyone scrambled over each other trying to get to the exit. The Ogre looked around in confusion at all the activity, its primitive mind trying to comprehend flurry of movement, until it decided the easiest thing to do was smash things. It let out a deafening roar and swung its fist into the writhing crowd. Multiple bodies flew across the room, each landing with a sickening crunch.
Tsukune stood frozen in horror as the Ogres fists came closer and closer. He was vaguely aware of Moka insistently trying to pull him to safety before he felt himself be body slammed to the ground by said vampire just as the fist smashed where he had stood before. The shock of the impact snapped him out of his frozen state. He could now hear Moka yelling at him over the clamor. "Tsukune, we need to move!" Her voice sharp and commanding. He just nodded and followed after her. They crawled under tables, staying hidden from the Ogres line of sight. Turning back to him Moka stated "We need to make a run for the door, all the tables after this are shards of wood now." Tsukune gulped before nodding in affirmative. "Ready? One... Two... THREE." The dashed for the exit. Leaping over trampled bodies and side stepping piles of wood. Moka pulled ahead reaching the door before her master. Turning to make sure he made it to safety she was greeted with a gruesome sight. Tsukune was about twenty meters from the door the Ogre right behind him, the large fist boring down on his back. She could hear nauseating snaps and crunching sounds as his ribs broke and his spine snapped in two. His body rocketed toward her from the force, they collided. She was able to slow his forward momentum but they both still hit the wall of the hallway. The Ogre, now unable to see the duo, lost interest and continued to decimate the party room.
In the small hall way two bodies were slumped against the wall, one on top of the other. Tsukune lay limp across Mokas lap. The vampire stared in horror at the mess of Tsukunes body. His limbs were snapped and bent at unnatural angles. Blood poured from his side where a rib was protruding from the skin. Rivulets of the crimson liquid slide down his face. His breathing laboured, most certainly from a punctured lung, he opened his eyes a fraction. His pain filled chocolate-brown eyes gazed into her worried crimson ones. His twisted arm raised itself to her shoulder. "Please protect my family. That is the only order I give you." He rasped. The slaves eyes widened as her masters arm fell, his shattered hand catching on the silver cross hanging from her slim neck. The trinket fell as if in slow motion and clattered loudly on the marble floor.
The Ogre continued to lay waste to the party room, completely unaware of what had transpired. The guests that had managed not to be squished had gathered in the alcove that housed the bar. They all cowered in terror as the Ogre continued to wreak havoc. Suddenly an explosion of powerful yokai energy blanketed the room, leaving even the Ogre gasping for breath.
The source of the yokai walked into the room, gingerly placing her master against a unmarred wall, she faced her fellow monster with a look of pure fury. "You hurt the only person I would even consider to be my master, now I am going to return the pain a thousand fold." Before the Ogre could even comprehend how deep of a grave he had dug himself the vampire blurred out of sight and reappeared flying past his head. She smashed the heel of her shoe deep into the Ogres face, crushing its nose into pulp, and then once again blurred out of existence. This continued too quickly for the human eye to follow. Once the vampire had finally stopped moving did the humans see the devastation wreaked on the monster's body. The plates that covered its body had all been shattered, each hanging in the small sack of skin that had originally kept it in place. Impact wounds inflicted by the vampires devastating kicks had blood seeping where the skin had been obliterated. The horns atop its head fell apart in shards, each clattering to the floor as it crumbled. Eventually the behemoth fell to the ground in a heap with a loud crash.
The humans hiding behind the bar watched fascinated as the victor of the one-sided battle walked over to the boy slumped against the wall. Sliding her arms around him, conscious of his injuries, drew him up into a standing position. She then whispered in his ear. "You saved my life using your own blood and now I'm going to return the favour." She then, without hesitation, bite deeply into his neck. The blood flow was sluggish from the excessive amount already lost, but she had no intention of taking any. The vampire sealed her lips around the wound, not allowing any blood to escape. Carefully she bite into her own tongue and allowed the blood to mix before forcefully pushing the mixture of life's liquid back into the fragile humans body. The change was instantaneous. Colour returned to his face. She could hear the bones snapping back into place and his flesh knitting itself back together. This all happened in a matter of seconds. And then there was pain. She let go of the now healed and conscious Tsukune, choking on the blood still in her mouth, she collapsed onto the floor. When she had been concentrating on healing Tsukune she had not noticed the police arriving. They had found her seal in the hall way and snapped it back onto her collar after they had sprayed her with water. They continued to spray water onto the writhing vampire. She could hear Tsukune pleading for them to stop as they restrained him. The last thing she heard before falling into darkness was the gasps at Tsukunes now silver hair and crimson eyes.
Tsukune stared at the blank wall of the cell he had been placed in after the Ogre incident. All he had heard was that the Ogres restraints had been defective and the dosage of sedative had been wrong. That was why it had escaped. The silver hair and crimson eyes had faded hours, or was it days, ago. Several scientists had taken samples of his blood and left right afterwards. When an attendant in an orange jumpsuit came in to give him food he had jumped up and demanded to know what happened to Moka. The attendant darted out of the room and slammed the steel door closed. This happened several more times, each time Tsukune grew angrier and more violent. Eventually they had forced him into a straitjacket. And this is where he was now. Arms restrained, leaning against a wall and staring at a carbon copy of the structure supporting his back. The heavy door started to creep open. His head snapped toward the movement. A man in a suit entered carrying a brown briefcase. His eyes were hidden by the light reflecting off his glasses but his expression was serious. "Tsukune Aono?" The boy nodded in affirmative warily. "The yokai labour council wishes to speak with you." The yokai labour council was a group of politicians that created the laws concerning yokai and they chose what to do with yokai and the master in extreme situations. If they wanted to speak with him then this must be an extreme situation.
Using his legs to push himself up the wall into a standing position he then fallowed the man out the door and into a sterilized hallway. Everything was a plain white. The walls, the floor, even the ceiling. If gravity reversed and he had been walking on the ceiling he wouldn't have been able to know the difference. He continued to follow the man until they entered into a room similar to a doctors reception area. He could see glass doors leading outside into a large bustling city street. They turned down another hallway, this time with light yellow walls, and went through several doors until they stopped in front of large oak double doors. "The straight jacket will be kept as a precaution, please enter when you are ready." The suite man then turned and departed back the way they had come.
Alone in front of the door, Tsukune idly thought maybe he could make a run for it until he saw the cameras watching him from along the hallway. Every single one trained on him. When he examined the closest camera he noticed a small dart launcher on the bottom of the camera, also aim at him. After taking a deep breath and calming his thoughts he pushed open the door with his shoulder. The room reminded him of a court room except without the jury and house of seats and the table where the judge would sit held three people instead of one. The person in the middle was a man with brown hair, carefully combed to perfection. The glasses he wore always seemed to have a reflective sheen on the lenses no matter what angle you looked at him. Tsukune was certain that if someone messed up his hair he would commit murder. The man to the left was old. His hair was thin and wrinkles adorned his face though his eyes held a glint that Tsukune felt he should fear. The last member of the council was a woman. She wore a stiff business suit and she had the face of a vulture, her beady eyes glared at him down her beak-like nose. He thought that if someone removed her spine she would still be sitting straight as a board.
Moving to stand in the center of the room Tsukune waited for them to address him. "Tsukune Aono, the council wishes to speak with you about the events that transpired on the eve of doctor Hiroshi Satos' business party." The woman began. He stayed silent waiting for them to continue. "We would like to skip the pleasantries and move right to the issue." Tsukune nodded in affirmation.
"Your blood has been examined by several scientists and it has been determined that you are now a human/vampire hybrid. Normally if a human is given a monsters blood they gain that yokais attributes for a short time until the blood is diluted enough to be destroyed by the bodies natural defenses." The man in the middle explained. Adjusting his glasses to a more comfortable position on his face he continued. "It has been discovered that the blood of the vampire you call Moka was extremely concentrated. This has caused your cells to mutate and adapt to the concentration." The man paused to see how Tsukune would react. He was surprised when he only raised his eyebrows. The whole council had expected a loud shout of denial.
The old man finally spoke. His voice a quiet but steady rasp. "Being no longer human we can not classify you as such but we also can not make you a yokai. Being the last of the Aono line we are willing to make you-"
"Wait, the last of the Aono line? Are my parents dead?" The council looked at each other, silently debating on how much they should reveal.
"Your parents died from their injuries the day after the party. Two days ago." The old man explained with a hint of sympathy in his voice. "As I was saying, being the last of the Aono line we will allow you to retain your family's wealth, business and estate only if you neutralize the vampire Moka." His response was instantaneous.
"Never." There was so much finality in his voice the members of the council raised their brows in shock. The word was sharp, final. No matter what they did to him or his family's wealth he would never give up Moka. Even though they had only known each other for about a week he felt as though she was his best friend, better than Yukari, even better than his cousin Kyoko, his own flesh and blood. He would never give her up. The old mans eyes narrowed. The glint in his eye sharpening.
"If you do not we will strip you of your families status, wealth and credibility as well as brand you as a yokai." The man threatened. The rest of the council nodded in agreement.
"No you won't, the world would be in an up roar if they found out the inventor of the yokai slave trades grandson was classified as a yokai and forced into slavery, especially if they found out that I am still part human." The old man slumped back into his chair when he realized his scare tactic had been turned around upon him. "I will now be leaving. I expect to be released from these restraints, to be given proper clothes and to have my vampire returned to me within the hour." He then turned on his heel and marched out of the room.
The council stayed frozen in shock. "Out smarted by a kid. Impossible. The last time this happened that Hokuto kid folded faster than a poker player with a bad hand." The man in the middle removed his glasses as he rubbed his eyes tiredly. "I guess that's what we get for underestimating him." His fellows nodded in agreement.
Tsukune waited, now unrestrained and wearing a clean suit, in the room he and the briefcase man had passed through when they had traveled to the council chamber. He stood impatiently tapping his foot. He hadn't seen or heard about Moka in days and he was anxious to make sure she was alright. He had contacted his families private jet and pilot. They would be taking them back to his families, now his, estate. When the police had knocked him unconscious they had sedated him and Moka and transported them across the country to the city of Osaka.
The sound of foot steps from the hallway behind him became apparent. Turning around he saw the foot steps originated from his vampire and two orange clad attendants. Moka looked haggard. Her skin was pale and there were dark circles under her eyes. It was obvious she had been treated badly. She appeared blood deprived as well as starved. Tsukune glared at the attendants escorting her. She was wearing grey pants and a matching button down shirt. The vampire was restrained similarly as the first time they met the only difference was the silver collar was replaced with her leather one and the silver cross.
When they reached him he ordered the attendants to remove the restraints. They did and quickly departed so they would not have to be under his piercing gaze any longer. "Come Moka, the car is waiting, let's go home." The duo exited the building and entered the car. The driver closed the door behind the two before entering the car and driving toward the airport.
The duo sat in silence for a moment as Tsukune raised the sound proof glass between them and the driver. He turned to her. "Are you alright?" The question was rhetorical. Moka remained silent her eyes directed toward the floor.
"I'm fine, they just took me to a lab." She answered quietly. Her voice rasping from exaustion.
Tsukune sighed and spread out his arms. "Come here." The vampire moved closer and the two shared a mutually comforting embrace. When Tsukune started to comfortingly rub her back she stiffened and pulled away. The hybrids eyebrows moved together in confusion. "Moka? What's wrong with your back?" The vampire remained silent. "Show me your back." He ordered. Moka was surprised that he would order her to do anything. "If they hurt you they are going to pay." Swallowing nervously she turned around and started to undo her shidone er shirt slide off her shoulders and down her back with each button, revealing what the scientists had done. Carefully moving her hair away from her back with a gentle hand, he saw the reason why she was in pain. Welts marred her back and small areas of skin were inflamed from continuous needle insertions. Tsukune became enraged. Grabbing the collar of the shirt he placed it gingerly back around her shoulders. "You don't have to tell me what they did but this is unacceptable." His teeth audibly ground together. Moka fixed her shirt and turned back to face him. "Now that I have a foot in both worlds I can finally see clearly." He didn't elaborate but Moka didn't think she would be able to listen even if he did. She was starting to get dizzy from starvation and anemia. The former human noticed her weariness and started to roll up his sleeve. "You need blood." He stated.
"I'm fine." She said weakly. "I can wait until we get home." The boy chuckled at her stubbornness.
"Do you really think that you can wait another four hours? And that doesn't include delays." The vampire didn't protest when Tsukune lifted her carefully on to his lap. Being mindful of her back he rested her head and shoulder against his shoulder and chest. Raising his uncovered wrist to her mouth he told her to drink. She pushed his wrist away weakly. Combing his hand through her hair soothingly he tried again. This time she bite into his wrist. It was much less painful than last time seeing as she was still semi-conscious. He felt the blood leave his body. He gave her enough to tide her over until they reached home. Prying her jaws from his wrist, he cradled the now sleeping vampire against his chest. He made a silent vow to take care of his vampire from now on. No one would hurt her so long as he still walked and breathed. But for now they were going home.
I bet none of you saw that coming.
-Para