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I know it's been too long, but there was a serious reason. I won't get into details, as I don't like whining and it's a sensitive matter, but in any case, it was health-related and it's bound to affect me for long, so I would like some understanding.

Now, have a pleasant reading and enjoy!

11: The Price of Fame

The morning sun rose up in sky, illuminating a new day for Youkai Academy. The events of the previous one had stirred a great commotion and invited much stress to its students, yet all that had become a memory of the past. Life moved on, and that was also what they had to do themselves.

The external damages the school facility had sustained were being repaired steadily thanks to a team of professionals, aided by Ruby's magic. Inside it, the various classrooms were in a better state, as they had been protected thanks to the magic barrier, yet their appearance was still quite messy. Assaults aside, Nurari's special ''shield'' wasn't enough to reduce the intense tremors of the battle with the snake deity. Hence, the student body had to help in tidying up before returning to their standard schedule.

Among them, Ichigo did his own share of work concerning his own class. It was an energy-consuming activity, although not something to actually bother him. He was used to manual labor due to his part-time job. If anything, what troubled his mind the most was Moka's attitude toward him.

After his duel with her father, the vampire refused to speak to him, punishment for breaking his promise to not go overboard. He tried to approach and explain to her, but she never stayed to listen, looking at him with eyes full of disappointment for being betrayed. Moreover, Akua was sure to keep an eye on him, so he wouldn't cause her dear sister further emotional disturbance. He was in a bind.

''Hey, Kurosaki! It's your turn to go bring water,'' one of his classmates called out to him.

''Got it!'' Ichigo replied, setting a desk upright. Shaking some dust off his shirt, he proceeded out to the hallway. There, he came face to face with Moka, who was carrying a bucket with a mop, as to clean the classroom's floor. Noticing him, her expression turned upset. ''Err… I'm going down to bring some bottles of water for the guys. Would you like me to fetch one of your favorite tomato juices?'' he asked in a reserved tone.

Moka responded by shoving her free hand into her uniform's pocket, pulling out a can of tomato juice. The message was clear. Pushing it back in, she sped up her step, entering the classroom. On his part, Ichigo halted his walking, and stared at her back with sad, narrowed eyes. The situation between them was too uncomfortable for him to handle. That girl was his best friend in that foreign dimension, and the only person to ever relate to him at such extent. Maybe even more than that, but he couldn't explain it well. He wasn't familiar with that feeling.

''Wonder for how long she will hold it on me…'' Perplexed, he resumed his course toward the first floor.

On his way, he met a lot of other students in the middle of different types of chores. The school required cleaning on every floor, and especially the lower one. Getting a glimpse of him, they dropped whatever they were doing, swarming around him like buzzing bees. His fame after protecting the entire school and killing such a powerful enemy, as well as its army, had risen to extreme heights. It had reached close even to Tsukune's; the one deemed as the Youkai Realm's hero for stopping Fairy Tale's plans.

''Is it true you beat that giant snake with only one attack, Kurosaki?'' a boy asked him, enthusiastic.

''You're one hell of a badass, Kurosaki! We should hang out some time.''

''If you don't mind, can you train me to be like you?''

In the males' eyes, Ichigo was the model of the cool man they dreamed to be, thus it was hard to restrain their feelings of immense admiration. Nevertheless, it was nothing compared to the girls' reactions.

''Kyaa! Ichigo-senpai! I was a fan of your ever since you enrolled! Please, go out with me!'' a young female student squealed.

''Back off, little girl! Kurosaki-san needs a mature woman beside him!'' an older one growled at her, annoyed.

''No! Kurosaki-san belongs to all of us!'' three other girls declared in synch, wearing bandanas with Ichigo's name and a pink heart next to it drawn on them. They were the three girls he saved from the bullies back when he first came to Youkai Academy.

''Whoa! Hold your horses, everyone! This isn't the time for that! We still have work to do. The school won't be cleaned by itself. Can't we do this after we put everything back in place?'' Ichigo responded to his crowd of frenzy fans in a modest fashion. Their fawning over him was the least he needed, and in all honesty, it was kind of pestering. It would be rude to drive them away with harsh words, though. It wasn't like they did it to annoy him on purpose.

''Done!'' the boy's side exclaimed, giving him a ''thumbs up'' and going back to their jobs.

''Whatever you say, Kurosaki-san~!'' the girls' side squealed, returning back to their occupations accordingly.

A sigh of exasperation escaped the young warrior's mouth as he watched them scattering away. Unexpectedly, he started questioning if it was actually the right choice to beat those enemies all by himself. Youkai Realm certainly must have had some sort of official army to counter cases like that invasion. He could very well have bought time until they arrive. But, what if they didn't come? What would become of the school? Deep in thought, he headed to his destination, trying to avoid further crowded areas.

As time passed by, taking care most of the school's inner issues, the students found themselves on a well-known to them setup, attending classes like usual. For them, it was their daily routine. For Ichigo, it was a plain waste of time, as he couldn't concentrate at all. Miss Nekonome was teaching in front of the blackboard, yet his sights were glued on Moka's back a few centimeters to his front. It was true that he let himself be carried away by the moment; still, she didn't have to take it so bad. He wanted to apologize, but she didn't give him the slightest chance because of her stubbornness. On that aspect, she was the same as her hardheaded elder sister.

''Dammit!'' he grunted through clenched teeth, and bumped his right fist on his desk, unwillingly prompting everyone to turn to his place. ''Um?'' The outcome was a given. Miss Nekonome got mad, scolded him, and showered him with a rain of rules about proper manners in class. That small misstep cost him more than he imagined.

Hours continued flowing, and the sun retreated close to the horizon. It was the signal for the classes to come to an end, and the students to move to their respective clubs. Similarly to their performance on the main building, they had an obligation to do the same with the rooms that hosted their afterschool activities.

To what concerned the Newspaper Club, Nekonome wore a white, frilly apron to not dirty her clothes, and taking a duster, she instructed her students to follow her example and give it their all to return their precious clubroom in its previous, lovely state. Her mistake was that she proposed its members to split into teams and take upon them separate tasks.

The girls, Kokoa excluded and Moka at a lesser level, went ballistic, fighting over who would be Tsukune's partner. Even Fong Fong claimed a place beside his life idol, stating that he would be of much more help to him. To settle the ruckus, their advisor and teacher used one of the most efficient solutions: a draw. It was the sole peaceful method to calm her heated up students down.

The results were the following: Tsukune with Mizore, Fong Fong with Yukari, Kurumu with Kokoa and Ichigo with Moka.

Naturally, the obsessed succubus threw a tantrum about not being selected to be her Destined One's pair. Thankfully, with some persuasion of his, her temper cooled off, and she compromised with a promise of them studying together for their next test. In conclusion, everybody occupied themselves with the respective task assigned to them.

Ichigo's and Moka's job was to take out the garbage the others gathered from around the clubroom.

''Want me to help you with these?'' he asked her, seeing her caring four full bags outside.

Moka answered coldly, ''No. This is nothing.''

''I just made an offer. No reason to be like that.'' Reaching the incinerator, she started tossing the bags inside it one by one, ignoring Ichigo in the most obvious manner possible. ''HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU, MOKA!'' he yelled, and grabbed her shoulder, reversing her to him.

Moka darted a fierce glare at him. ''So what? Don't I have the right to choose if I want to reply or not?''

''You've done it more than enough already!'' His friend could pretend to be as intimidating as she liked, yet that wasn't anything to shake Ichigo's resolve. He had experienced worse, if nothing else. ''Why do you insist on acting like some spoiled child? I only want to apologize!''

''Why? Because you broke your word just a few minutes after you promised me that you would be careful? Because you paid zero attention to my warnings, and did whatever you liked, when it could be proved dangerous to your health?'' With each question, her voice revealed more and more pain and rage. ''Because you don't even care about how much you make others worry about you…? If that's why you want to apologize, please, spare me!''

On the look of that outburst, Ichigo wide eyed. He had no idea that Moka was so deeply affected by his impulsive actions the previous day. He deduced that it was mainly because she was displeased with him breaking a promise. As guilt surged inside of his soul, he felt it slapping him right in the face like a wooden board.

''Ehh… I didn't really think it was so serious… I'm sorry,'' he apologized, his eyes lowered to the ground as a sign of remorse.

''One ''sorry'' doesn't fix everything so easily, Ichigo!''

''Then, what?''

''I don't know! You are the one who went back on his word! Don't ask me how to make up for it?''

''I'm asking you, because I don't know either!''

''What does it matter to you anyway? It's not like anything changed to whatever has to do with the rest, and also you got a bunch of other people seeking to be your friends.'' Her anger boiling, she crossed her arms over her chest. ''I'm pretty positive that they won't oppose you, if you were to neglect their words and play bets with your wellbeing.''

In a sudden jolt, Ichigo raised his gaze and locked it with hers. ''Your friendship means a lot more to me, Moka!''

''Why?''

A drop of sweat ran down the Soul Reaper's face. He blurted that line out without much thinking. ''That… Because…'' He strived to find the reason behind his statement, but he hit dead end. ''Well, probably because-''

Before having the chance to complete his speech, a loud voice resounded from above. ''HUH? HAVEN'T I TOLD YOU NOT TO TROUBLE MOKA ANYMORE?'' It was Akua's voice. Jumping off a window on the second floor, she landed next to Ichigo, dust being raised around her feet. ''Don't you know when to give up?'' she asked, frustrated.

Moka flinched. ''Nee-sama?''

''Tch! I don't have time for that now!'' Aiming to avoid Akua's unnecessary torrent of complaints, Ichigo turned around and made a move to run off.

''Oh, no you don't!'' Jerking her left arm at him, she grabbed the back of his shirt. ''Seems you still haven't learnt your lesson! Seems that we need to repeat it.''

''No, thanks!'' In an attempt to release himself Ichigo performed a spin, as to grab and remove her hand off of his clothes. There was something he hadn't taken into consideration, though. Due to her tight grip on his shirt, the moment he spun, he automatically drew Akua to his place.

''Hey!'' she shouted, falling onto him.

His brows creased into a frown. ''Shit!'' Bending his body to the back, he moved into grabbing her arm. Doing so, he would be able to free himself of her hand and simultaneously use shunpo before their bodies collided. Unfortunately for him, he lost the momentum, and his hand landed on one of her breasts.

''Yah!'' the elder vampire yelped, feeling his fingers squeezing her sensitive area, and let go off his shirt. Her face flushed in the color of roses. ''ARE YOU CRAZY? HOW DARE YOU?''

''It was an accident!'' Ichigo defended, bearing a less distinguishable blush himself. Jumping the other way, he disappeared.

''Are you okay, Akua-neesama?'' Moka asked, coming closer to her overly tensed sibling.

''I am… '' A minimum of tears sneaked into Akua's eyes. ''But he won't!'' She might think herself of as a fighter first, but that didn't negate her maiden's nature. Admitting it or not, Akua was conscious of a man's inappropriate touch on her body, more so when it came to the specific guy, who sucked her thigh.

Transferring himself to the school building's backyard, Ichigo reappeared in front of a slightly cracked wall. Disheartened, he leaned his back on it, and huffed. ''Haa… What's her problem all right? Doesn't nagging me for hours yesterday look satisfying to her?'' He lifted the hand he groped her to his face's height. ''Now, it's gonna get even worse.'' Letting it loose, he directed his stare at the sky. ''Oh, whatever… It's not like it will be something new concerning her. More importantly, I failed again to reconcile with Moka.'' Shoving his right hand into his pants' pocket, he brought out the small box containing her gift. He carried it with him all the time in hopes he gives it to her if the circumstances allowed it. ''Maybe I should send it to her via someone else in the end. Keeping it with me is meaningless anyway,'' he commented, lowering his sight to it.

''I could help you if you want,'' an alluring, female voice was heard from his right.

Switching to its source, he witnessed their math teacher, Kagome Ririko, sensually waving at him inside of a window nearby. ''Ririko-sensei?''

''I was preparing tomorrow class's papers, and I heard you muttering all gloomy, Kurosaki-san. Mind letting your kind teacher lend you a hand in your love issues~?'' she asked, or more precisely moaned, in a playful tone.

''Eh? No! It's not like that!'' Ichigo replied, swiftly slipping the box back in his pocket.

''It's fine, it's fine! You don't have to be embarrassed. Just come here for a little.''

''I haven't finished the work Nekonome-sensei gave us about the clubroom, yet.''

''She will understand, if I explain that it was me who called you. So stop holding yourself back, and come over or I will tell her that I caught you slacking off back here… O-k-a-y~?''

Seeing no other alternative, the troubled teen nodded in acceptance. His head was too full with other matters to add another lecture of his homeroom teacher into the mix. Walking to the open window, he climbed it, and leaped inside Ririko's personal office through two questionable, light purple curtains.

It was his first time there. The space was of low lighting, illuminated only by a series of flimsy, aromatic candles. The walls were painted in a dark pink to purple color, and besides a small blackboard attached on the concrete, he noticed a few paintings of naked material decorating their upper level. On the left of the room was arranged a regular desk, hosting various teacher's books. Close to it was a table with a glass bottle of tea and a plate of sweets on it. On the right, to Ichigo's great astonishment, was a large bed with thin, purple sheets. Beneath it, his eyes spotted a supposedly hidden, long gadget, whose identity he preferred not to ask. All in all, he couldn't believe he was inside a teacher's office.

''Err… Ririko-sensei… What's this place?''

''My office, of course, Kurosaki-san.'' In a flailing movement, the elder woman brought her face right in front of Ichigo's. ''Does it look like something else to you?'' she whispered sensually.

Discomfort shrouded his expression. ''No… not at all!'' he answered with a forced, twitching smile.

Observing his flustered reaction, Ririko grinned. She distanced herself from him, and approached the table. She grabbed two cups and poured some tea in them, signaling to Ichigo to sit on the bed. Reluctant, but mostly dubious, he obeyed.

Taking the cups, she sat right next to him, handing him over one of them. ''Very well, will you tell me now what's in your mind, Kurosaki-san? As a teacher, I don't like watching my precious students in that state.''

''It's really nothing, Ririko-sensei. You don't need to bother yourself with it.''

''But I want to bother myself. Don't feel reserved and tell me.''

Understanding that there was no other way to escape her persistence, Ichigo succumbed and explained the case between Moka and him, adding the fact that he was struggling to find a perfect occasion to give her the present he bought for her. Fortunately, it wasn't like she would rat him out and go talk to Moka. From what he had heard, they weren't on good terms with each other.

''So, it's Akashiya Moka-san again, eh? That girl simply doesn't know where to stop when it comes to seducing boys.''

''I told you already that it's not like that, Sensei. Moka and I are just friends. This gift doesn't have any deeper meaning in it.''

''Is that so? But you seem too concerned about this to think it's nothing special.'' Getting off the bed, Ririko stepped in front of her desk. She bent her body in a fashion the young man had to avert his eyes to the side, and started fiddling with one of its lower drawers. When she stood up, she was holding an elegant, transparent bottle containing a pink liquid.

''What's that?'' Ichigo asked, puzzled.

''The solution to your problem, Kurosaki-san,'' Ririko replied, sitting once again on the bed.

''This thing? How?''

The cunning woman's grin evolved into a mischievous smirk. Lifting the bottle to his face, she exclaimed, ''Like this!'' Her finger clicked the button on top of it, spraying its content all over him.

''*Cough*… The hell! What are you doing?''

''I'm liberating you from Akashiya's binds, Kurosaki-san.'' Leaning to him, she spoke with her most sensual voice. ''Don't you feel somewhat hot?''

He did. Unexplainably, Ichigo felt his body's temperature rising. It was as if he had been lit on fire. On top of that, his heart was beating like crazy, his skin presented signs of severe sweat, his breathing became heavy, and weirdly enough his eyes were filled with a pink glow.

''This is insane! What did you do to me?'' he growled at her.

''Can't you recognize the feeling?'' Slowly spreading her fingers through his lower half, she rested them in his crotch. ''Could it be that you are a virgin?''

Cheeks were dyed in an uneasy red. ''What? Where did that come from?''

''So you are! Well then, allow your sensei to guide you to the world of adults.''

''Thanks, but I'm good with where I am right now.'' Not willing to go along with that horny teacher's urges, Ichigo stood up to leave. Quickly, though, he crashed right back on the mattress in a lying position. ''No way…'' His body felt weak.

''Huhu! You better forget about escaping.'' In a swift jerk, Ririko placed herself on top of him, cowgirl style. ''What I sprayed on you was a powerful aphrodisiac that also possesses the ability to weaken the general body. It's perfect for cases of wild, disobedient boys like you, Kurosaki-san. Most of the energy inside of you has transformed into libido, and is currently concentrating on your genitals.'' She proceeded with unbuttoning his shirt. Upon the sight of his firm chest and six-pack, she moaned. ''Oh, my! This is better than I imagined!'' Her head was lowered over his stern. ''This body is a waste on cocky girls like Akashiya,'' she declared, starting to caress his skin with her tongue.

''AAHH! KNOCK IT OFF, YOU HEAR ME!'' Ichigo barked, furious.

''I will…'' The hand on his crotch began unzipping his pants. ''When I get a good taste of this heroic body.''

''Huh?''

''I had my eyes set on you for a long time, but I never thought that you would be proved our academy's savior, and such an impressive warrior. Adding this excellent physique, I can't restrain myself any longer… Akashiya can keep her own hero, but the one here will be mine! Tsukune-san always gave the aura of a young kid anyway, when you on the other hand, give the aura of man.'' His zipper fully opened, she shoved her hand into his underwear. He was half erect.

Her explanation about the aphrodisiac's effect wasn't a joke, and that put him in a very tight spot. He had to figure out how to overturn that hopeless situation or he would lose a lot more than simply his dignity as a man.

A/N:

Well, I don't have anything specific to point out down here, only that I couldn't reach my beta, so I posted this and the next chap as I wrote them. I will repost them when I find her, but for now, I don't think they are so bad that they don't make any sense.

See you next time!