Hey guys! I'm back and a lot sooner than I expected! I felt upset and displeased with chapter 7. However, quite a few of you seemed to enjoy it which lifted my spirits quite a bit. This caused me to pick myself up and brush off the dust. As a reward, here is a chapter 8 that I am VERY pleased with and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! So, without further adieu, Chapter 8!

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'Ugh. Where am I? Why does my head hurt so much? It feels like I got sucker punched by Mike Tyson.' Tsukune gingerly got up off of the floor, rubbing the side and back of his head. 'Wait, this isn't my room? Just where am I?!'

He looked around and saw a rather large room. There was a large window on the far side of the room with a desk beside it. There was a large bookshelf on the right side of the room and a large, supersized bed on the left. Beside him, on the near wall, was a large dresser and wardrobe that sat beside the door. The oddest part about the room? It was completely empty. No decorations, no books on the shelf, no lamp or anything on the desk and Tsukune guessed that there was nothing in either the dresser or the wardrobe.

'Well it doesn't seem like anyone's here and my head is killing me. Might as well lie down on the bed.' Tsukune made his way over to the bed and started to undress down to his boxers. He neatly folded his clothes and placed them on the chair by the desk. Returning to the bed, he noticed that the sheets, pillow cases and even the comforter were all the same material and color: crimson silk.

Climbing into the bed, Tsukune let out a sigh of relaxation as his bare skin slid along the silky sheets. Laying his head down onto the pillow, Tsukune felt his head begin to hurt less and less; the cool pillow acting as a pseudo icepack. He closed his eyes and began to try to fall asleep.

Just about to fall into the clutches of sleep, he felt movement on the bed. Passing it off as just his mind, Tsukune rolled over and tried to get comfortable again. Again about to fall asleep, he felt movement on the bed. This time, however, something brushing up against his flesh.

His eyes shooting wide open at the feel of flesh on flesh, Tsukune looked for the body that share the giant bed with him. His face grew a deep blush the color of the sheets and his nose let loose a small stream of blood that trickled into his open mouth. In front of him he saw the most beautiful person he had ever laid eyes on. In front of him laid Moka Akashiya. Silver Haired maiden of mystery and mayhem.

Tsukune was unsure of whether to speak or to run. Unable to make up his mind, he just stayed lying in the bed, speechless and motionless. Before Tsukune could process what was going on, Moka wrapped her arms around him and pulled him in close. His face grew an even deeper crimson as he realized that he was not the only one topless. Moka's bountiful breasts were pressed against Tsukune's chiseled chest.

"It's just a dream! It's just a dream! It's just a dream!" Tsukune told himself.

"Shhhh. Be quiet and go back to sleep Tsukune." Moka places a slender finger on his lips to silence him. She then leaned her face up to his and seductively licked the blood from the bottom of his nose and down to his lips, only to suck on his upper lip gently. With a smile on her face, she then opened her eyes and stared into his.

Tsukune was completely stupefied. He stared deep into her flawless, crimson eyes that led into the depths of her heart and soul. What he saw was almost as surprising as the situation he found himself in. Deep within her heart and soul, Tsukune saw a scared, young Moka who was afraid of each new emotion that appeared within her. He saw an iron wall with numerous chains and locks tightly seal her heart away from the world. Seeing this new side to Moka, Tsukune began to see her in a new light.

"Oh, Moka…." he said breathlessly.

"Tsukune…." she replied.

They leaned towards each other as their eyes gently closed as their lips approached each other. Their lips were mere millimeters apart and they could feel each other's breath on their lips. With their lips about to touch, Tsukune heard a voice:

"Wake up, boy! I know you are happy to see me and are grateful for my teachings, but keep the intimate stuff to yourself!"

His jolted open and saw Touhou Fuhai clutched tightly within his arms. Tsukune noticed that Fuhai was pushing off of Tsukune's chest with all his might as Tsukune's lips were puckered and centimeters away from Fuhai's face. Extremely embarrassed, Tsukune released his master and hung his head. He then placed both hands in front of him on the floor and placed his forehead on the floor behind his hands.

"I'm so sorry sensei! I didn't know what I was doing!"

"I think you knew exactly what you were doing. Just not who you were doing it to. Just who were you dreaming of Tsukune?" Fuhai said with his clichéd grin.

Blushing almost as crimson as the sheets in his dreams, Tsukune sat there silent. 'There's no way I can tell him it was Moka! I didn't even know I liked her like that, but it just felt so right. It felt…. natural.'

"It wasn't Miss Akashiya was it?" Fuhai inquired, his grin growing bigger by the second.

Hearing this caused Tsukune to blush a red so deep, one would think he had fallen face first into a can of a deep, crimson red paint. "N-n-n-n-no! Of c-course not!" he stammered, only confirming his master's accusations.

"Just don't let your fantasies get in the way of the tournament Tsukune. You have a big day ahead of yourself. Get some rest." Fuhai instructed as he turned and headed to retire for the night himself.

"Fuhai-sensei?" Tsukune asked.

Turning his head over his shoulder, Fuhai looked his disciple in the eyes. "What is it Tsukune?"

Thoughts of how Moka had licked the blood from his nose and sucked it off of his lip entered Tsukune's mind. He was planning on asking if there were some kind of fetish involving blood, but he decided that was a VERY inappropriate question to ask. "I-it's nothing. Never mind."

Tsukune awoke the next day rather early. The first round of the quarterfinals didn't start until noon and he was up at 7 AM. Tsukune made his way to the bathroom and proceeded through his morning routine. By the time he was done, it was still only 7:18, so Tsukune decided to head to the cafeteria to grab some breakfast.

Entering the cafeteria, Tsukune saw that there were a few people there. People that he knew. He saw that Mikogami was there with his disciples that had participated in the elimination rounds as well as the ones that were still competing in the tournament. However, there was one missing. The one that Tsukune was relieved, yet sad to not see: Moka.

Going through the various breakfast lines, Tsukune chose a selection of pancakes, bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice. Going light on the syrup to make sure he wouldn't get sick later, Tsukune sat at an empty table, away from Mikogami and his disciples, but not too far away as to look like he was avoiding them. He began to cut his pancakes and take a few bites when he heard the 'clack' of a food tray being set down in front of him. He looked up to see Akasha sit across from him with a warm smile.

"Good morning, Tsukune. Did you sleep well?"

Thoughts of his dream about him and Akasha's daughter came to the front of his mind. Shaking them off quickly, but still lightly blushing, Tsukune responded to her question.

"Y-yes I did. Thank you." He took a bit too big of a bite and nearly choked on it, which caused Akasha to laugh lightly. Blushing further out of embarrassment, Tsukune broke the short silence.

"U-um, Akasha? I have a bit of a personal question that I was hoping you wouldn't mind answering."

Puzzled by his request, Akasha decided to hear him out. "Of course, Tsukune. What is it that you'd like to ask me?"

"W-well, I was wondering why you and Moka have different last names even though you're mother and daughter."

Akasha grew a serious look as her expressions softened and darkened slightly. Steadying herself quick enough so Tsukune wouldn't get concerned, she responded, "Moka's father and I were never married and there were some, complications, in our family so we had to send Moka to live under the care of Mikogami. Due to these complications, Moka's father and I decided to give her a different last name than mine or my lovers'."

"I-I see… I'm sorry that I asked," Tsukune said with an apologetic tone, feeling angry for asking such a question.

"It's ok, Tsukune, really. It's no big deal. Those problems are behind us now so there's no need in getting depressed over the past." Akasha said to try to cheer Tsukune up. He looked up into her eyes and she offered him a small, but sincere smile which lifted his spirits a bit.

The rest of breakfast went smoothly as Tsukune and Akasha made small talk. Once both parties were finished eating, they parted ways until the start of the quarterfinals. Before leaving, Akasha let Tsukune in on a little secret. She told him that due to the setup of the tournament bracket, Tsukune wouldn't have to worry about fighting Moka until the finals. However, he would have to fight Fong-Fong in the semi-finals if he wished to reach the finals. A feeling of relief and grief washed over Tsukune in waves.

Once he got back to his room, Tsukune decided to take a nice, hot bath to try and relax and clear his mind. By the time he exited the bath, it was now 9:30AM and Tsukune was running out of ideas of how to kill time.

"Hey Tsukune? Wanna watch some Dragonball again and pick up where we left off?" Fong-Fong asked. Tsukune nodded lightly and they began to watch the anime. After only 2 episodes, Tsukune found himself thinking about what Akasha had told him at breakfast. Not just the fact that he might have to face Fong-Fong, but also the information regarding Moka and her parents.

"Sorry Fong-Fong. I'm just not feeling too well. I think I'm gonna go for a walk to blow off some steam." Tsukune said, excusing himself from the living room.

"Sure thing, bro. I'm gonna watch a few more episodes ok?"

Tsukune nodded his head and left the room. Tsukune decided to go to the gym instead of taking a simple walk. The only thing that ever seemed to clear his mind was training. Since he had the quarter and semi-finals later that day, Tsukune decided to take it easy and just get a light workout to loosen his muscles.

Arriving at the gym, Tsukune was relieved to find that it was empty. Heading to the free weights, Tsukune selected two fifteen pound dumbbells and went over to a bench. He began to do some curls. After 3 sets of 20, he replaced the fifteen pound dumbbells with two forty pound ones. Returning to the bench, Tsukune lay down and started going bench presses.

Right as he was in the middle of a set, someone approached him from behind and held his arms down, prohibiting him from pushing his arms up. Actually, the person holding his arms down was pushing them further back, causing Tsukune's shoulders and chest to tighten and start to cause him pain. Wincing at the building pain, Tsukune looked at the culprit.

It was a boy no older than him. He had slicked back hair and four golden hoop earrings in his left ear. It was hard to tell his exact height from his current angle, but Tsukune could tell that this guy was taller than him and obviously stronger as well.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the little lost runt. I'm surprised you're still here and even made it to the quarterfinals in the first place. Well, you probably wouldn't have if Moka didn't intimidate your opponent into forfeiting in the elimination rounds. She may want to face you to punish you for interrupting her training session, but she won't be able to do the same to me. I don't care what she tries to do to me, but I sure as hell ain't gonna lose to some wimp like you!"

Giving one more, hard shove down on Tsukune's arms, a loud 'pop' echoed throughout the gym as Tsukune let out a cry of pain. "That is just for good measure," the guy said as he left the gym, letting out a maniacal and sinister laugh.

Dropping the dumbbells, Tsukune sat up and gripped his left shoulder. The guy seemed to dislocate it and it was now throbbing in severe pain. 'Gotta get to the trainer/nurse/doctor's office or whatever they call it here. I need my shoulder popped back into place and to get ice on it immediately if I want to be in fighting shape and kick that guy's ass.'

Tsukune hobbled out of the gym in pain and made his way to the spa, which was the location of the health facility. He stumbled in the door and rang the bell, waiting for someone to come. He noticed that, even for a doctor's office, it was rather cold. After about five minutes of waiting, Tsukune began to get frustrated. He turned around to leave, only to see someone in a nurse's outfit peeking inside the doorway. She had short purple hair with eyes like an aurora.

"E-excuse me. Are you the nurse here?" Tsukune asked the mysterious woman. She said nothing, only nodding yes. "C-could you help me please? My shoulder got dislocated while I was at the gym and I need to be able to fight in the quarterfinals later today." By now, it was roughly 11:15. He was running out of time until his first fight!

"Oh crap! I only have forty-five minutes until my match! Just great! I'm not gonna be able to fight that guy at even three-quarters of my strength now!" Tsukune yelled, not being able to suppress his anger. Without realizing it, the girl had moved beside Tsukune on his left and gently placed her hands on his bicep.

Tsukune wasn't sure if it was the room or nerves, but the girl's hands were really cold. In fact, he felt a cold breeze on the left side of his body that appeared once the girl got beside him. Before he could think about it any further, she pushed him down onto a patient table and popped his shoulder back into place, causing Tsukune to let out a yell of pain. She began to rotate it in circles for a little bit before going to grab an ice pack. She gently placed the bag on Tsukune's shoulder and wrapped a bandage across his chest and under his right arm to keep it in place.

"Mizore," she spoke in a quiet, mono-tone voice.

"H-huh?" Tsukune said puzzled.

"My name. My name is Mizore. Mizore Shirayuki."

"T-Tsukune Aono. And thank you so much for fixing my arm. I just hope it will be healed enough for me to kick that dirty bastards ass."

"It will. And don't worry. That dirty punk will have what's coming to him for the underhanded trick he played on you." Turning to leave the room, she pulled out a lollipop and placed it in her mouth as she left.

"Wait, doesn't the patient tend to get the lollipop?" Tsukune said, pouting slightly. "WAIT! How does she know about what that guy did to me?!" Sighing, Tsukune left the nurse's office, making sure to keep his left arm as still as possible.

Tsukune arrived back at his room and quickly changed into the uniform that Fuhai had given him. Relaxing for a bit longer, Tsukune took one last look at the clock before leaving for his fight(s). He had about fifteen minutes until the start of the quarterfinals. Giving his belt one last snug tug, Tsukune closed the door behind him and headed towards the arena.

On his way to the arena, Tsukune removed the bandage holding the ice pack in place and discarded it. Not wanting to waste the ice water, Tsukune took a quick sniff and tiny taste of the water to make sure no chemicals were added. Not noticing anything wrong with it, he quickly downed the water, nearly freezing his throat due to the cold. Throwing the bag away, Tsukune entered the backstage area and waited for his match. His was the third match that would take place. Two unknown disciples from Mikogami's Martial Arts would fight first, then Moka, then him, followed by Fong-Fong.

The first two matches took under a half hour collectively. Taking a deep breath before exiting the backstage and entering the arena, Tsukune mentally prepared himself for the dirty and underhanded tricks his opponent was bound to use.

"The next match shall be between Mikogami's Martial Arts' Saizo Komiya and Fuhai's Turtle School's Tsukune Aono!" Akasha announced the next match as his opponent, Saizo, arrogantly entered the arena. A mixture of cheers and boos came from the audience as Saizo paid no attention to anyone but himself.

"Wait, did she say 'Fuhai's Turtle School?'" Tsukune asked himself. He took a quick look in the mirror and noticed that his uniform seemed oddly familiar.

"Tsukune Aono?" Akasha asked over the microphone.

"Ha! That pathetic wimp probably won't even show up! I bet he's pissing himself in bed in fear of ever meeting me!" Saizo laughed.

"I wouldn't bet on it, Saizo. After I'm through with you, YOU are gonna be the one pissing yourself in fear of ME!" Tsukune beamed towards his opponent as he entered the ring. Unlike Saizo's entrance, the crowd was silent. No boos or cheers, just chatting between the crowd.

There were two people who cheered for him though. Tsukune looked out at the crowd and his suspicions about his uniform were all but confirmed. In the stands sat Fong-Fong and Touhou Fuhai. Fong-Fong was wearing the same uniform as Tsukune, but had six dots on his forehead. The thing that tipped Tsukune off the most was how Fuhai was dressed. Touhou Fuhai was dressed in an orange beach shirt, blue pants, sunglasses and a giant, purple turtle shell on his back while carrying a walking stick that had a large bulge at the top. Falling on his face in the middle of the arena, Tsukune had realized that he had fallen prey to one of Fuhai's cosplay traps. He should've known too since Dragonball and Dragonball Z were some of his favorite anime.

"I can't believe you'd fool us like this Fuhai-sensei!" Tsukune yelled at his master who just smiled wide through his fake Fu Manchu mustache and beard.

"What is he talking about grandfather?" Fong-Fong asked.

"Oh, nothing Fong-Fong. Don't worry about it," Fuhai said, offering a fake smile.

"Ok. And thanks again for the tip about drawing these dots on my head to help me channel my energy better." Fong-Fong said sincerely.

"You're very welcome. I'm always more than happy to help my students," Fuhai said grinning bigger than ever.

"Well, well, well. I'm surprised you had the balls to show up here, runt. I was sure our earlier 'chat' would've made you come to your senses and run out of this place like the weakling you are." Saizo said with a cocky smirk.

"Oh it did make me come to my senses. It made me realize just how much I wanted to kick your ass!" Tsukune said confidently, taking his stance.

"What did you say punk?!" Saizo was obviously getting angry, which is exactly what Tsukune wanted.

"BEGIN!" shouted Akasha, who rang the ceremonial bell to signal the start of each match.

Saizo charged straight for Tsukune and threw a wild, but extremely powerful punch that Tsukune easily ducked under. Tsukune threw an uppercut to Saizo's stomach, but Saizo barely seemed to be phased.

"Ha! If that's all you got, this is gonna be easier than I anticipated!" Saizo brought his knee into Tsukune's gut then punched in square in the face. Tsukune tried bracing himself as much as he could, but took a hard, devastating his straight to the jaw. Tsukune flew back twenty feet and spit out some blood.

Tsukune pushed himself off of the ground and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "I see you don't like to play games. You want to cause lots of damage and end matches with a single blow. Well, if that's how you play, I would be happy to play along!" Tsukune took a wide stance and closed his eyes. He began to focus his Ki throughout his body, causing a blue mist to flow over his body. He concentrated more and the mist began to flow faster, causing his hair to flow as if a steady wind were blowing up from his feet.

Opening his eyes, Tsukune's face was filled with determination and resolve. Sensing a bit of fear from his opponent, Tsukune took his moment to strike and channeled his Ki into his feet. He dashed towards Saizo at great speed and closed the gap almost instantly.

Seeing this caused Moka to become intrigued even further in the match and sat with her arms crossed and one leg resting on top of another.

With Saizo's guard open, and no chance for him to dodge, Tsukune planted his front foot and focused all of his Ki into his right fist. He loosed his punch straight into Saizo's abdomen and sent him flying into the wall, outside of the main ring. The crowd erupted into cheers and shouts at the feat.

"And the winner by knockout is Tsukune Aono!" Akasha yelled, causing an even bigger uproar from the crowd. Moka, however, sap with her mouth open in amazement at what she had just witnessed. Quickly realizing this, she shut her mouth and wiped her face clear of all shock and feelings of being impressed. She then got up from her seat and left the crowd.

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"You did it Tsukune! And with only one punch no less! You were awesome!" Fong-Fong nearly tackled Tsukune in congratulations only for Tsukune to wince in pain as his left shoulder flared in pain.

"You did well, Tsukune. Honestly, even I was surprised at the amount of Ki you were able to channel and how much power you put behind it." Fuhai said to his disciple.

"Thanks, you guys. And honestly, even I was surprised. All I thought about was giving that guy what he deserved and getting my revenge." Tsukune answered.

"That is all fine and well, but remember one thing Tsukune; those who seek revenge walk down a path of sorrow and darkness. Those who seek vengeance walk the same path. However, those who seek enlightenment walk one of light and peace." Fuhai said with a semi-serious look on his face.

Taking his master's words to heart, Tsukune nodded and bowed. Heading to the stands with Fuhai to watch Fong-Fong's match, Tsukune saw Moka exiting the arena and was tempted to go after her, but decided not to. After all, what would he even say to her? They hadn't exactly left things on good terms the last time they had met.

Taking their seats, the next match began with the introductions. This match was one that Tsukune was dreading almost as much as the one he would inevitably have with Moka. This match would tell Tsukune his opponent in the semi-finals. This match would tell Tsukune if he would have to fight his good friend Fong-Fong or not. But Tsukune decided that, no matter what, he would cheer for his friend to win and deal with what would come after later.

"Introducing first, from Fuhai's Turtle School, is Fong-Fong Huang!" Various people in the stands, including Tsukune and Fuhai, erupted into cheer. Looking around, Tsukune saw Fong-Fong's parents and a lot of men in suits and sunglasses sitting around them. No doubt people who worked for Fong-Fong's family. 'Just what kind of business do his parent's run?' Tsukune thought to himself as a drop of sweat ran down his face as he laughed.

"And from Mikogami's Martial Arts, Ginei Morioka!" Massive amounts of cheers came from the crowd, however most of them seemed to be from women. This Ginei guy had semi-long black hair that was held in place by a red headband. He wore a black button up shirt and long tan pants. Around his neck was a pendant of a wolf. Something about this guy made Tsukune feel uneasy.

"BEGIN!" And with that, the bell was rung and the match began.

"Good luck, Ginei Morioka. I wish you luck and hope that you do not suffer too many injuries at the hands of the mighty Fong-Fong Huang!"

Ginei just let out a slight chuckle. In the blink of an eye, the match was over. Fong-Fong was lying on the ground unconscious with blood coming from his mouth. No one knew exactly what had happened, but it was over. Ginei Morioka has won in less than 5 seconds time.

Rushing down to Fong-Fong, Fuhai and Tsukune hopped the wall and climbed into the center ring to tend to Fong-Fong.

"Are you ok?! Say something Fong-Fong!" Tsukune yelled, shaking his friend.

"How was I? Did I do good?" Fong-Fong asked, half conscious.

"You did well, my grandson. Now rest." Fuhai said, gently laying Fong-Fong's head down so he could get some rest.

Tsukune stood up and turned towards Ginei, how was walking away with his hands in his pockets. "Just what did you do to him?!" Tsukune yelled.

"I simply struck the back of his neck and knocked him out. I may have put a bit too much strength into the blow, but he will be fine. I'm coming for you next, Tsukune Aono." And with that, Ginei left the arena, dozens of fan girls chasing after him.

'I swear, I will avenge you Fong-Fong! There's no way I'm going to lose to an arrogant asshole like that!'

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And with that, Chapter 8 is finished! I hope you all enjoyed it! And FYI, I'm not the most knowledgeable person on weightlifting or treatments for injuries so if what I had written isn't 100% accurate, don't hate on me. I'm just human. Chapter 9 will hopefully be out by Tuesday January 14th. School resumes Monday, but I will try to get a good chapter to you guys as soon as I can.