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Author's note: I want to thank my friend and fellow writer here on FFN Ultimateblack for suggesting Grammarly app to me. It helped pick up a lots of mistakes in my writing.

I also want to thank all the people who fav/followed this story. Wow, 40+ fav and 50+ follow? I know it's pretty low, but that's a first for me. I hope I don't disappoint you guys with this story.

And for all of the people who think I have some personal vendetta against Tsukune, have a little fun with a change of perspective and enjoy reading Moka getting the shit kicked out of her.

: )


Kokoa cringes as Moka hit the floor of the arena once again. She should have know better. She should have to stop Moka from ditching that family dinner her father planned with Maximoff clan.

By doing so, Moka has disgraced both of their family. And by their tradition, it's now being settled in the arena.

"You put too much faith in your Shinso bloodline. Your bloodline may be strong. But you are nothing more than an undisciplined child." The count remains perfectly still. His feet hasn't moved an inch since their match begins.

Moka pulls herself up from the stone floor. She charges toward the count with a loud roar.

'NO! Not like that!'

Kokoa's head coils back. Moka telegraphed her attack too clearly. Even Kokoa herself can dodge this roundhouse kick to the head.

The count waves his left arm upwards. His dark colored Yoki wraps around Moka's leg. It blows Moka back before her leg even come close to the count's head. The count makes a pull movement with his hand. His Yoki pulls Moka towards him as she helplessly flips in the air.

Kokoa casts a quick glance towards her family. Issa stands stoic on the top of the arena. He looks down at the fight with a neutral expression.

Kahlua's face contorts with worry. Her center of gravity is leaning too far forward like she's about to jump in herself. She's only stopped by Aqua's iron grip on her wrist.

Aqua's face is as cold as their father.

Kokoa looks back into the area. Knowing she can't get any help from her family even if she wants to help Moka.

Count Maximoff wraps his long fingers around Moka's neck. His nails dig into Moka's skin, drawing blood. "Yield, or be destroyed."

Kokoa can't see Moka's face. But she does manage to hear her sister's voice. "I... will not, yield!"

It sounds much softer than usual. Possibly due to the beating Moka suffered. But there's an unshakable determination within that's unmistakenly Moka Akashiya.

Kokoa can feel her heart beating faster and faster. Till the point where she simply wants to jump into the arena. Pointlessly dying with her sister together will surely feel better than watching Moka die?

The count gives a long, hard stare towards Moka. He drops her to the floor once again. "Then I yield."

Kokoa feels light hearted after hearing those word. She wants to sink her body into the stone chair and forget about this whole ordeal. Issa's strong voice brings her back to reality. "Are you sure about that, Lord Maximoff? It will count as your lose."

"I cannot make her yield, only killing her. That is not something I wish to do. For I have no desire to cut the legacy of Akashiya Blooddriver short." Count Maximoff give a quick glance at Moka's still form. He looks up at Issa with a content smile on his face. The count shakes his head before turning his back and walks out of the arena. "You raise a hell of a daughter, Lord Shuzen."

Kokoa jumps down into the pit of the arena as soon as Count Maximoff turns away. She runs straight towards her sister's side.

Kokoa doesn't care this show of weakness. She doesn't want to hear her father's reply to the count or see the reaction of her sisters. The youngest Shuzen sister knows how disappointed her family is at her. At this moment, all she cares is her sister Moka's well-being.

To Kokoa's relief. Moka is indeed alive like the count said. The youngest sister can't help but frown at her sister's current state.

'All this for that one human, is it worth it?'

Light Pink Lover

Chapter 10: Way of the human

Tsukune Aono rolls across the field of snow. His body digs a deep trench. The salaryman vampire lands in a kneeled position and looks forward. Murasama and Rena are on the ground in a tangled mess. The cursed sword is obviously angry at Rena if the loud cursing is an indication. Rimumu is trying her hardest to separate the two with her gigantic snow hands.

Without a doubt, this new generation of newspaper club is good. Their skill, and even power better. Moka notwithstanding.

However, that's only for teenage monsters. Tsukune has much longer time to refine his control over the years. They won't even touch him if he wishes it. While he can easily tip their balance with a quick poke, or by simply standing in their way.

And the final nail in the coffin: Their attacks aren't well coordinated. Murasama the cursed sword it the weakest link. She tends to be overly aggressive and charge out of their formation.

The mild mannered Earth Spirit, an emotionless Frankenstein's monster try to cover her, of course. But they are overextending themselves in the process. Makes it easy to knock them into each other. Murasama gets angrier and more aggressive. The vicious cycle repeats itself.

Tsukune scoops up a handful of snow. Noticing the snow level is reaching his knees. The salaryman vampire smiles to himself.

'They did well for their age. But it's time to end this.'

Tsukune takes a good look at Murasama as he bends down. The Cursed Sword manages to push Rena off her. She charges at him with Rena following up. Unknowingly left Rimuru behind by herself. With a sudden burst of leg strength, Tsukune charges right past them. Stopping right before the face of Rimuru. He locks eye with the startled Earth Spirit as he blows a mouthful of cold air at her nose.

"Boo."

"YEAH~!" The timid Earth Spirit lets out a loud air. She immediately uses her blizzard breath out of instinct rather than calculated tactics.

The strong gust of wind carries Tsukune backward. He tumbles into Rena first, and then Murasama. Snow quickly gathers around their body as they roll across the snow field.


"What is Mr. Aono doing?" Shippo stares at the scene with bewilderment. A snowball rapidly enlarges as it rolls its way towards the dead trees on the far side. Within the snowball resides Tsukune, as well as Murasama and Rena.

"He is trying to subdue those girls without actually hitting them... I think." Yukari tilts her head sideways. She tickles her cheek with her index finger.

"Won't a chop to the neck be more efficient?" The Yoko gives the Witch another look. Yukari returns with a faint smile.

"He's never the brightest bulb." The Witch runs her finger around her chin as she looks at Tsukune thoughtfully.

'Tsukune can be slow on lots of things, but he's not an idiot. Not really. So why isn't he taking this fight seriously? Why is he making himself look like a clown when he can easily drop those girls like flies?'

"I see..." Shippo turns his head back towards the ongoing battle. The snowball, instead of crumble in front of the tree is launch into the air. A shadow cast over Rimuru as the snowball rapidly descend towards the Earth Spirit.

The timid spirit let out a loud MEEP sound. Her body freezes like a deer in the headlight. The only thing she manages to do is cross both of her snow arms in front of her face as the snowball crashlands. It splatters right on top of Rimuru. Becoming a small hill of snow with stiff limbs sticking out in a rather comical fashion.

Well, that fight ends in a rather anti-climax way.

That must be how the students feel. Since a senior PSC member steps in front of the divided crowd. "Since Mr. Tsukune Aono can not continue, the winner is..."

"Wait! I'm okay!" A limb punctures out of the mound. A shivering Tsukune drags himself out of the snow. He hugs himself with his arms, trying to preserve his body heat. "My head broke my fall."

"Useless subordinate." Maximoff bites her nail. Obviously unhappy with her club member's failure. "Well, consider yourself lucky you manage to beat my subordinate, half-blood. But now, you will face a highborn vampire."

"BUUURRR... Gracing me with your presence? Surely you are too kind, my lady." Yukari can't help but chuckle at the sarcasm that drips out of Tsukune's voice. She has forgotten how cheeky can Tsukune be compared to ten years ago.

The petit vampire is not amused. A frown appears on Maximoff's face as her hands reach toward the pendant of her necklace. "Jest all you want, you clanless hooligan. But can you stand the full power, of a highborn from one of the great clan?"

With that declaration, she pulls the pendant off the chains. A cloud of dark smoke surrounds the petit vampire's body.

'A power seal like Moka's?'

Two meters tall Amazon of a woman stands where the petite vampire once is. Her bulging muscles rip with power. Her voice also becomes much more booming than before. "BETTER FIGHT ME WITH FULL POWER HALF-BLOOD, OR ELSE YOU MIGHT NOT WALK AWAY AT ALL."

Vampires are most well known for their strength. But in reality, there are many ways for a vampire to use their Yoki. Some choose to enhance their speed and agility. Some focus on their inherently strong regeneration to stay alive. Others take advantage of their unnaturally long lifespan to dabble in the arcane art.

Demetra Maximoff is a power type through and through. Her unsealed body is a good indication. Her full power easily matches up to Moka when she enrolled in Yokai thirteen years ago.

"Ah, that's a lot of power. Better be extra careful." Tsukune looks up at Maximoff's face. The unsealed vampire is taller than him for a good head and more. Tsukune waves his right arm. With a clank sound, his Rosario seal drops out of his sleeve.

A smirk adorns Maximoff's face. "TAKE OFF YOUR SEAL AND FIGHT ME WITH YOUR TRUE FORM. I'LL SHOW YOU THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN A HIGHBORN AND A HALF-BLOOD LIKE YOU. EVEN IF YOU SOMEHOW GOT THE BLOOD OF AN SHINSO FROM A HIGHBORN."

'She has no idea what she's asking for, Tsukune and Moka was taking Alucard apart even ten years ago. Surely his power has only grown in last ten years. In her head, this child must think she's reliving one of her idol's heroic moment without knowing how frail she truly is.'

To Maximoff, and also a degree Yukari's surprise. Tsukune doesn't take off his seal. The salary man vampire takes off an armband he wears on his left wrist. He wraps it over the Rosario seal on his right, properly secures it in place. "Right, let's do this."

"DO YOU SEEK TO MOCK ME, HALF-BLOOD?" Maximoff's face twist in anger. Her knuckles produce a series of popping sound with how hard she clenches her fists.

"Mocking you? Of course not. You look really strong. I don't want to take my seal off by accident." Tsukune shrugs his shoulders. He obviously doesn't take the highborn vampire serious despite saying otherwise.

'He's trying to make Maximoff losing her composure. It's working perfectly judging from her expression. Not a good idea to underestimate an S-Class vampire, though. At least with all those extra muscles she should be...'

Maximoff leaps at Tsukune before Yukari manages to finish her thoughts. She crashes into the snow with the impact of a meteor. Knocking the three fallen Newspaper club members fly into the wall of the school building. Yukari shields her face with her cloak to stop splattering snow and frozen dirt from getting into her eyes.

'Hell, that was fast! Not as fast as Gin under a full moon, but I definitely won't be able to dodge it without enhancing my speed.'

Yukari quickly glances across the battlefield. Trying to find the whereabout of Tsukune. She manages to catch the salary man vampire pulling his head out of the ground on the far side of the crater.

The highborn charges in and try to finish Tsukune off with an overhead roundhouse kick. Obviously trying to imitate Moka's favorite move.

"Wow! Time out! Don't melee me!" Tsukune seems to lose his balance from his sudden movement. He lands right on his butt, dodging the screening foot in the process. A bad position to be in since he can't dodge any follow-up attacks.

Lucky for him, the highborn vampire spins right past him. Crashing face first into the ground behinds him.

"Weird." Shippon runs his hand across the tip of his nose. A puzzling expression on his face.

"Caught something I didn't?" Yukari tilts her head sideways toward the fox demon.

"Maximoff didn't trip over herself. Mr. Aono kicked her off balance." Shippon drops his hand as he points at Tsukune. The salary man vampire is rolling and tumbling around the highborn. Getting snow and mud all over his hair and clothes yet Maximoff can't even land a grazed punch or kick. "He's obviously way above her skill, so why does he act like a clown? No offense."

'Good question. I did ask Tsukune to destroy this new newspaper club in the fight.' Yukari looks around at the crowd. A smile silently creeps up her mouth. 'And I just found my answer.'

"How would you handle this?" Yukari turns her head back toward the fox demon.

"I wouldn't want to fight them..." The head of PSC backs down underneath Yukari's smile and unwavering gaze. "...but if I have to? I would use my full power to beat them down. A show of strength is the best way to keep other monsters in line."

"So, just like your brother then?" Shippon's face turn a deep shade of red when Yukari mentions Kuyo. "Ah, don't feel ashamed. I suggested the same thing to Spoony boy over there."

"Hi there." Tsukune lands head first in front of them at this instance. He flips back up to his feet while running his hand along his dirtied cloth. "Don't worry. I got this... No, I don't get this!"

Maximoff lands right after him with a loud stomp. Snow and mud fly as high as the school building. After the dust settled everyone finds the highborn waist deep in the ground. As for Tsukune? He's sitting on the edge of the crater. Cloth dirtier than before but otherwise no less for wear. "That was a bold jump. May I suggest put your energy to good use? Like competing in Olympic?"

"I don't understand." The fox demon looks like he's about to throw his arms up in frustration. "Why does he allows himself be shame like this?"

"Take a good look at the crowd. And you'll find your answer." Yukari points a thumb up back above her shoulder. The same knowing smile sits on her face.

Shippon looks back at the audience going wild. The once cheering crowd is now jeering and booing.

"Come on Maximoff! Why aren't you finishing that half-blood?!" "Don't tell me you can't even beat a clown!" "Moka Akashiya never take this long to put someone idiot back in their place!"

"I see." The fox demon now sports a thoughtful expression on his face. "Mr. Aono downplays his abilities. He also makes Maximoff look incompetent since she's having a hard time fighting him."

"Got it in one. You are good. For the brother of that knucklehead fox Kuyo." Shippo blushes again at Yukari's thumb up.

"Brother's never the brightest bulb in the family. Elders chose him as the heir because of his power."

"Right, going back to the conversation. Tsukune can simply beat her down, but it'll only make her resent Ruby even more." The Witch pushes her hat back up using her staff. "He can't stay in Yokai. And be Ruby's personal attack gopher. To the other students, Maximoff will look like a child bravely stand up against a grow up bully. And she can influence other students to cause trouble."

"But if he discredits Maximoff, she'll lose any pull she has with the student body. Without a strong leader, this whole attack on headmaster will crumble." The leader of PSC punches his palm. "A sinister but effective strategy. Not the most honorable way to deal with things, but I still have to applaud Mr. Aono. Sacrificing his dignity for headmaster's sack is the hardest thing for us monster kind. Especially for vampires who value their pride over life. Is this the influence of his human side? A way of human?"

'A way of human? Maybe, we certainly use more underhanded strategy than those straightforward monsters. But even human value their pride highly most of the time. Most of us won't bear the indignation of acting like a fool, especially for an old friend who no longer like you.'

'Tsukune Aono is different. He truly knows what it feels like to be the target of bullies. That's why he doesn't care about pride. He'll throw it away for the sack of an old friend, even if she's still angry at him.'

'He would have run away from Yokai Academy long ago if that's not the case.'

'That, or he's simply a masochistic idiot with no self-preservation instinct. It's hard to tell which is which when we talk about Spoony boy here.'

Yukari clicks her tongue through her sheepish smile. She bonks herself on the head with her staff.

Shippon raises one of his eyebrows at this display. He shrugs his shoulder lightly. The head of PSC refocuses his attention to the battle, which looks like it's drawing to a close.

'Regardless, that's the way of Tsukune Aono I know.'


'She has completely lost her cool, time to end this.'

Tsukune trips over Maximoff again. However, he doesn't fall on his butt or run away this time. Instead, he quickly dashes right beside the fallen highborn and squats down. The salary man vampire put a hand on top of her head.

"Get your hand off me! You filthy half-blood!" The little (despite her overall height) vampire's voice is no longer booming. She tries to push herself back up. An aura of pure darkness surrounds her body as she pushes her Yoki to the max. Despite her effort, she can not push Tsukune away.

"There, there. You did well for your age. I'd give you a lollipop, but I'm all out." Tsukune rubs his hand back and forth on the head of the highborn. He sounds like he's trying to please a kitten throwing a temper tantrum.

After a short while of violent struggle, the red-faced highborn finally quiet down. Maximoff lies motionless on the ground. Her ragged breath the only noise. "Kill me."

"What?" Tsukune is surprised at the vampire's response. He shuffles around to squat in front of Maximoff's face. "Why would I want to do that?"

"I'd rather die than suffer the indignity of losing to a filthy half-blood. So I'll never yield to you." The highborn glares into Tsukune's eyes with venom. Perhaps she's trying to taunt Tsukune into killing her. Or maybe it's simply a response out of stubbornness. Regardless of the reason, she probably doesn't expect what Tsukune is going to do next.

The salary man vampire flickers his finger hard on Maximoff's forehead. "Don't do something so stupid."

"Ow!" Maximoff covers her forehead while she rolls around in pain.

"You think losing one fight is so tough you need to kill yourself? When I was your age, I get the crap beat out of me every single day. Sometimes more than once a day. But choosing death is a coward's way to end it because it means you give up. Don't say death so easily. Not when you haven't lived to your full life." Tsukune takes out a handkerchief out of his pocket. He wipes the mud off the highborn's face before walking away.

"Where are you going! The fight hasn't done yet!" Maximoff tries to stand up. But she collapses down to her knees instead.

"You have no more Yoki or stamina to continue, so I won the battle..." Tsukune turns back and waves at the highborn. He suddenly feels like something is dragging his ankle. The salary man vampire looks down at his feet. He sees a vine entangling around him and growing taller. "Okay, that's new."

Tsukune quickly kicks his feet. Trying to free himself from the vine. It stretches out, using its elasticity to outlast the vampire's superior strength. More vines break off the ground to bind him in place.

"You are a disappointment, Demetra Maximoff. I assumed you'd last longer against a fully sealed Shinso vampire. Still, you distracted him well enough." A sing-song like voice enters Tsukune's ear. He turns his head around, seeing the blonde girl with elf-like pointy ear slowly gliding atop the snow towards him. "Your face is a little green Mr. Aono, are you okay?"

Tsukune feels a chill going down his spine, despite the girl's pretty smile. There's no doubt about it. This girl is a dangerous predator like Kuyo.