Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Rosario Vampire. I am merely twisting the creators vision into my own dream. If the supernatural, sexuality, or violence is offensive to you, then you should not read this.

Chapter 10

"Aono-Sempai?" Somebody called out.

Tuskune felt himself wanting to flinch. He was in the dorm laundry room early Saturday morning to make sure he would be able to get his clothes washed. He felt himself tense as he turned around. He felt relieved when he saw an underclassman in baggy jeans and a red and white striped shirt with a laundry bag.

The student was showing his youkai side. He had black hair and eyes, and horns, and bright red skin. Tsukuni guessed that he was some kind of Oni, but that was all he could tell.

"Yes…?"

"I'm sorry," The underclassman quickly bowed. "I am Matsumoto Akira, first year student."

"Nice to meat you Matsumoto-Kohai," Tsukune introduced himself politely. "I am second year student Aono Tsukune."

"I know who you are, Aono-Senpai. Everybody does." Akira said with enthusiasm.

"What can I do for you, Matsumoto?" Tsukune returned to loading his clothes into a washing machine.

"Aono-Senpai," The younger student said hesitantly. "Will you help me understand girls?"

Tsukune whipped his head about and stared at him wide eyed. Tsukune felt a sense of alarm. At not time did he ever pretend that he understood girls. He had trouble expressing his feelings to one girl, that was two girls in one body, but still he couldn't say what he really wanted to say without stammering and blushing. Tsukune faked a coughing fit to give himself a chance to recover his mental balance. When he could, he made a show of concentrating on his laundry.

"So there is a girl you like," Tsukune said with a voice filled with calm composure he did not feel. "Is she a student here also?"

"Yes," Akira nodded. "She is in first year also. Her name is Sheezu Aimi."

"Ahhh."

"She has the most beautiful hair," Akira said in a dreamy voice. "And pale white skin. Her eyes are like deep dark pools…"

"What does she like?" Tsukune cut him off before he could start reciting bad poetry.

"Huh?"

"What does she like?" He asked again. "What are her favorite foods? Does she have any hobbies?

"Uh…"

Tsukune sighed. At least he would be able to offer some useful advice. He turned to face the underclassman.

"You have not even talked to her, have you?" He saw the frightened look on the boy's face and could sympathize. "Look, Matsumoto," he said gently. "If you want to become close to her you are going to have to learn who she is. You need to talk to her."

"But what if she doesn't like me?"

"The you find out that she doesn't like you and you can look for someone who does," Tsukune parroted the cliché advice. "But here is something even more important to think about. What if she does like you but you never find out because you are afraid to talk to her?"

Tsukune watched him as the mental wheels spun in his mind. His emotions showed clearly on his face as he thought everything through. The expression ranged from devastated, to horrified, to blissful.

"Take your time," Tsukune said. "Think about what you want to say, and Monday, ask her how she is doing and how her weekend went."

"Yes Senpai," He said, bowing deeply. "Thank you Aono-Senpai."

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Mizore busied herself with getting ready for her date with Tsukune. She didn't dare call it that out loud. She knew if she did then the others would interfere. She also knew that she might alarm Tsukune, and she didn't want that. She cleaned her room and made sure everything organized properly. Drifting snow, she reminded herself, could looks soft and beautiful but at the same time if hid dangerous pitfalls.

Mizore had a plan for how she wanted the evening to go. Actually she had three plans. The first plan was what she would be least satisfied with, but prepared herself for. Tsukune would come by for dinner, they would sit and talk as friends, and then he would politely say goodnight and leave. While it wasn't very satisfying it would work with her long term plans.

Mizore's second plan was what she was realistically hoping for. Tsukune would enjoy the food and her company. He would help her clean up after dinner and stay to talk a little longer. When he showed signs of leaving she would offer some cake for desert, stalling him a little longer. While they were alone together, Mizore would keep a modest distance apart from him, but close enough to 'accidentally' touch him once in a while. She would make small gestures as she ate and talked, gestures she practiced as she organized her room, that would draw his eyes in preplanned directions. She wanted Tsukune to think of her as a woman, but let him get used to being around her at the same time. She arranged a dresser drawer so that it would be open just a crack, with a pair of panties just sticking out, as if left that way accidentally while cleaning. She had her sexiest nightgown tucked 'mostly' under her pillow. The red lace visible against the light blue bed linens to anybody sitting on the floor. To go along with her plans Mizore had picked out a faded and comfortable blouse that would hang away from her body if she bent over, and a thigh length skirt with slits up the sides that looked modest but was likely to 'unintentionally' show her upper legs. If all went according to plan Tsukune would leave her room late in the evening with his head full of adult fantasies that he didn't want to admit to, but at the same time he would remember having a good time with her. Under the weight of drifting snow, the two things would press together in his mind slowly.

She would be satisfied if Tsukune gave some sign of being caught in her second plan. While she worked towards that goal, deep in her heart she wished it would be her third plan that would be fulfilled. She wanted to feed him with good food and let him relax together until he dozed off next to her. She would cradle him gently and kiss him lightly until he woke up in her arms. The she would kiss him more firmly. If he resisted her kiss she would choke back a sob and accuse him of rejecting her because she had been kissed and made dirty by that man from Fairy Tail. Tsukune would deny it and Mizore would demand proof. He would kiss her and it would arouse him. She would get him heated with kisses and finally she would take him to her bed. Mizore knew that her fantasy was nearly impossible, but she planed for it anyway. All it would take is once and Tsukune would do the 'honorable thing' and take responsibility. Mizore smiled as continued to get ready for her date. It was the right time of the month for her plan to work, just in case.

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Kurumu knew she was playing a dangerous game. She had found a place she could use for drawing in power, but it could cost the succubus her dignity if the wrong person discovered what she was doing. The building was close to the boys dorms, an extra set of bathrooms that had probably been meant for use by student too dirty to want to go into the dorms proper. The toilets reeked of stale urine and the walls were covered in graffiti. A storage area that had once had a complete roof was a part of the building. The door to the storage area was chained and locked, but Kurumu had moved everything in the room to further block the door. She then used her supernaturally sharp nails to make peep holes in the wall to the boy's bathroom. With the use of her illusion ability she made areas of dark shadows to help hide her identity. With the stage set all she needed to do was wait for her audience.

Kurumu waited, half undressed, thinking about what she was going to do. She was afraid that if things went wrong that Tsukune would loose respect for her. If he found out then she would have to explain why she needed to do this, and that she did it for his sake as much as her own. She thought about Tsukune and realized that he would not forsake her, even over something like what she was prepared to do. He would accept her for who and what she is.

Kurumu heard someone on the other side of the wall. Their voices were loud but unclear. Kurumu gave a soft moan and posed herself. She hoped that Tsukune wouldn't find out about this as she rubbed her hands over her panties. But if he did, Kurumu pictured his kind face, she would accept her. If she cried, he would hold her. Maybe if he did find out, and saw how desperate she was to get stronger for his sake, then maybe he could offer himself as a friend to help her. She let her mind lay as she rubbed herself, moaning.

On the other side of the wall a pair of boys were attracted by the sounds of a woman's pleasure. They found the peep holes and watched the show. They saw firm legs and white panties, and a hand moving in a lewd way. Their bodies responded and they were filled with desire. With their eyes glued to the peep holes is wasn't long before the boys sought to relieve some of their building frustrations.

Kurumu had been only acting out a roll when she had started. But thinking about Tsukune had let her feel some enjoyment from what she was doing. As she felt the sexual energy coming from the other side of the wall Kurumu started of feel satisfaction. She was able to draw in that energy and it added to her growing pleasure. She had established one more place to empower herself.

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Moka wrestled with her frustration. Everything she tried to do was taking twice as long because of her recurring inner argument. She wanted to be sensible and to trust Tsukune. She wanted to trust her friend. She wanted to march into Tsukune's dorm room and sit on him so he couldn't have a date with Mizore.

Moka coldn't help but think of the ways she cold sabotage Mizore's date. Moka could tell Kurumu or Yukari, ether one of them would be likely to just barge in and ruin any mood the snow maiden was trying to set. Moka though briefly about inviting Tsukune to dinner in her room, but she knew that it would hurt him to brake a promise to any of his friends, and Mizore had asked him first. It was that same desire to avoid hurting Tsukune that kept Moka from just dragging him out for an afternoon date and 'forgetting' about the time.

'You need to calm down,' Moka's inner self chided.

'Tsukune in going to have a date with Mizore,' She argued with herself.

'I trust Tsukune. Don't you?'

'I trust him. But what if…' Moka couldn't finish the thought.

'If he betrays me then I will kill him,' Inner Moka was determined.

'But…'

'This can be for the best,' the inner voice said calmly.

'How,' Moka wanted to know. 'I trust Tsukune, and I want to trust Mizore. But she wants to take him and keep him to herself. How can letting them to be alone on a date be for the best?'

'Because we will show Tsukune and the snow maiden that we do trust them,' Inner Moka answered patiently. 'Tsukune would not betray our trust willingly. If he does then we will know that we were wrong about him and that he has no place near us in the future.'

'But Mizore…'

'Mizore knows that if she tries to take him by force that we will come after her. Let her see that we trust her. And the next time you want some… we want a date with Tsukune she will not oppose us. If she did she would look like a hypocrite. We will win the others' trust and support through Tsukune. He will see us as the right choice for his future. If there is any fighting, and division, let the others cause it. They will only lessen themselves in front of Tsukune.'

'If you keep allowing this it is only a mater of time before Kurumu will try something.'

'Have faith in Tsukune,' Inner Moka said. And in me.'

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Mizore was pleased with how her date had started out. She had forgotten to set a time so Tsukune had arrived at four o'clock at her door. He had arrived well dressed and carrying a gift, a carton of ice cream. Mizore welcomed him in, seated him at her low table with his back to her bed, and put the ice cream in her small refrigerator. Tsukune tried to suggest that he could come back later if he was too early, but Mizore insisted that he stay. She poured him tea, gave him a plate of wafer cookies, and asked him to be patient.

Tsukune tried to keep every lesson about being a good guest that his parents had ever taught him. He had brought a gift and dressed well as a show of respect to her friend and her humble home here at school. He accepted the offered seat on a cushion at the Japanese style table and thanked her for the tea. He noticed how casually Mizore was dressed, although he wondered about her skirt with its slits up the sides, and felt himself relax a little. He didn't think she meant to show off her cleavage when she bent over to pout the tea. When she went back to the kitchen she tied on an apron to keep her clothes clean. Tsukune recognized that if had been having dinner with Kurumu then every action would have been meant to seduce him. He liked Mizore's calm, friendly company better. It was a lot easier on his heart

Mizore made small talk as she finished preparing dinner. When she carried items to the table she was careful to bend her knees to lower herself modestly, rather then ust bending at the waist. While she was still showing some of her chest to Tsukune she was also showing self control and modesty. When everything was on the table she untied her apron and joined Tsukune on the floor.

Mizore had her plan well mapped out. She sat on a cushion to Tsukune's left, but instead of trying to squeeze in right next to him she sat at a right angle to him along the joining side of the table. She was pleased with how the meal had turned out, and even more pleased when Tsukune complemented her cooking. She offered him second helpings and he accepted them, eating them contentedly.

"I'm sorry," Tsukune said half way through his second portion of fresh vegetables. "I just realized what is different about you?"

"Oh?" Mizore was pleased that Tsukune had been paying attention to her, but she also felt a quiet sense of alarm that he might have seen through her.

"Your sucker," He said. "You don't have it right now."

"Oh, that," She gave him a soft smile. "You do know that it is a special charm to help me cope with heat, yes? As long as I am not too active I can go without it for longer periods. It would be foolish for me to try to sleep with something in my mouth."

"How do you sleep in the Summer?" Tsukune asked. The dorm rooms did not have air conditioning.

"Under the barrier," She explained with a small smile. "The weather here is very moderate. But if I have to," She made a practiced gesture towards her bed. "I cover my bed in a thick blanket of snow."

Tsukune's eyes followed the gesture, and were attracted to the bright splash of red under her icy blue pillows. Mizore saw his eyes move, and saw them stop. In the heartbeat before he jerked them back to his food his eyes had gone a little wider, if only for a moment.

"And while I can," Mizore casually kept the conversation going. "I prefer to do without the charm when eating. We Yuki Onna have a natural craving for sweet foods, so out charms are usually very sweet tasting. Eating with one takes a little practice, but it covers up the flavors of everything else."

"I see," Tsukune nodded.

"Tsukune," Mizore said slowly, looking down at the table. "I want to thank you for coming here this evening. It really means a lot to me."

"I am glad I could come," Tsucune said.

"Me too," She looked up a little. "But what I mean is I am glad you trusted me enough to come. I know that in the past I have been very forward." She rested her right hand on the corner of the table, reaching out to him but not intruding on his personal space. "I would have understood if you had been afraid to come; Or if you had not come alone. It must be hard for you to trust me."

"Mizore," Tsukune said warmly. "You are a precious friend to me. I understand why you have been… direct in the past. Your mother was never shy about explaining your ways. But I have always known that I can trust you when it really counts."

"Really?" Mizore raised her head enough to look at Tsukune, moving her hand a few inches closer to him.

"Really," Tsukune rested his left hand gently on her right hand. "And you know that I am not the only one who trusts you."

"What do you mean?" She asked, gently taking hold of his fingers.

"Moka knows I am here tonight," Tsukune explained. "And you notice that we have not been interrupted."

"That is true."

"And even Inner Moka trusts you. Remember she was the one that told me to walk you home and take care of you after training."

"I remember," Mizore nodded. "I should thank her the next time I have the chance."

There was a pause in the conversation. Mizore let the silence hold for a momet, enjoying the intimacy of it, but then she broke it to keep the atmosphere from becoming awkward. That would accelerate the end of the date.

"So," She gave Tsukune's hand a little squeeze before letting go. "What do you think of my cooking?"

"It is good," He said honestly. "The crisp vegetables add a …" He fumbled for the right words. "I guess I am surprised that you use so much meat. Was that just for me?"

"I am glad you like it. I was afraid there might be too much meat," She sighed, showing some relief. "For the Yuki Onna we eat a lot of meat traditionally. Because we live in the mountains where it can be hard to grow crops we have always been hunters. In a way we are not much different from Vampires."

"Really?" Tsukune wondered, feeling an itch in his neck.

"Yes," Mizore explained. "We live in isolation because we are feared. We are weak against heat, where Vampires are sensitive to Sunlight. In ancient times Yuki Onna would come down from the higher elevations to find a mate. If he would not return with us we had to take what we needed where we could. Some men would come to the boarder of our lands hoping to meet a Yuki Onna that wanted to have a child, but already had a wife in his home village. If the man was not honest. If he played with the snow maiden's heart then she might become angry and hurt him out of spite." Mizore looked down again.

"If it had been a harsh winter in the mountains," Mizore continued. "The Yuki Onna might look for the father of her children for help finding food. Remember that to a mother her child's life is everything.. If she could eat then she could breast feed. If the child was old enough it could ea whatever meat its mother brought home. We are youkai after all." She carefully looked up, afraid of what Tsukune might be thinking about her race.

Tsukune reflected on what he was hearing from his friend. Tales of snow maidens were still told when trying to scare someone on a camping trip. Considering the monsters that Tsukune had personally come across that wanted to kill humans just for sport, the Yuki Onna were almost innocent. When he thought about the kinds of things humans did to each other out of jealousy and greed, he had no room to blame the Yuki Onna for what they had been forced to do.

Mizore saw the thoughtful expression on Tsukune's face. He was not backing away or looking fearful. He just slowly nodded.

"I guess you are a little like Vampires," Tsukune agreed. He gave her a crooked smile. "But without the fangs."

"In our true forms…" She hesitated.

"It's alright," Tsukune said, meaning that she didn't have to talk about it.

Mizore let herself relax her hold on her human form. The change was a small one. Her eyes became darker and her lips turned red and glossy. Her mouth was wider, but not inhumanly so.

"This is my true nature," She said to Tsukune. She smiled, showing him her teeth; rows of sharp fangs that belonged to a carnivore.

"It's alright," Tsukine said again. This time he reached out for her hand.

She had sharp talons that were good for clawing at ice or prey as needed. Tsukune held her hand gently and smiled at her.

"Mizore," He said. "You are my friend. It doesn't mater what kind youkai you are."

"Tsukune…" She whispered his name, feeling herself start to tear up. He had not pushed her away. Had not become fearful. She felt her love for him deepen and grow. She calmed herself and resumed her human form. This was not how she had planed her night to go. "Thank you," She said. She looked down for a moment to regain her composure. She blinked away unshed tears and took calming breaths.

"Tell me about your family," Mizore said when she looked up again. She wanted to recapture the friendly atmosphere. She took back her hand gently and drank some tea,

"Ahhh," Tsukune scratched the back of his head. "There is not much to tell. My father is a salary man for an accounting company…" He began.

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Mizore fell face first onto her bed with sigh that was equal parts exhaustion and satisfaction. The night had been a success. Tsukune had been caught in each of her little traps without suspecting a thing. He had also so totally disarmed her that he had learned more about her then Mizore ever though she would share. That sharing was a level of intimacy that she had not even thought possible. And he had accepted her close to him even after he had learned the truth of her nature. She rolled onto her back and grabbed her pillow so she could hug it tightly. In the end he had left only because of the curfew. The had talked for hours. The dinner had been a success, from the first cup of tea to the last bite of cake.

When she had said goodnight to him at the door they had shared a hug. In that moment she had given in to her yuokai desire and had drawn some of his Warmth into herself. She suspected that the last part had probably been a breach of trust. It was something Yuki Onna did that was much like the way Vampires fed. A way to strengthen their youki. It was the first time she had done it to Tsukune without him offering it first, and she felt a little guilty about that. But she was spending the night alone so a little compensation was in order.

She moved the pillow lower and squeezed it tightly between her thighs. She could feel Tsukune's warmth in her chest. His sent was still in the room. She ached for him with her heart and her body. She put her hand between herself and her pillow.

"Tsukune…" She sighed.