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 14

The next day everybody was very polite to Tsukune. His usual circle of friends were all acting their normal selves, but the rest of the students were acting formal. Underclassmen, and even most second years all addressed him as Aono-Sempai. To the rest he was Aono-San. He sighed to himself many times. He realized that his confrontation with the Public Safety Commission in front of the dorms had sparked a wildfire of rumors. He was not the only one receiving attention ether.

Moka and Mizore were adored by their fans. Everybody in the dorms had felt Tsukune's raging youki. The students that had seen it first had had been awed and frightened. Then the crowd saw Mizore and Moka both embrace Tsukune. Students were convinced that the pair had saved the dorms, and possibly the school from destruction. The reason for their action depended on the story you heard. A lot of the boys favored the idea that the two girls had sworn themselves to him out of awe of his power. Girls in the student body liked the idea that Tsukune had been defending their honor and that they had cooled his anger by offering their appreciation and devotion.

The truly romantic, mostly girls but some boys, told a tail of how Tsukune had been enraged by the commissions accusations against his friends, they were in the same class and the same club after all so it was natural for them to be close, but still chaste. Tsukune had struck down the leader and his raging youki and stalwart determination had been enough to send the rest running in fear. But Tsukune's rage was that of a demon and once awoken it would not easily be quenched. So the stylish and honorable vampire and the cool and serene yuki onna had offered themselves up in appreciation and sacrifice to protect the school. Tsukune, even filled with his demon rage, was so touched by the girls' noble act that his heart was calmed within him. In appreciation and devotion, he had embraced them.

"Awwww," One boy and a trio of girls said in unison as their friend, a short girl with a row of tin horns shoeing through the hair on the crown of her skull, finished reciting the spreading romantic story. They had been walking slowly back from lunch as a group as they listened to the tale.

"Awwww," Yukari said. "That sounds beautiful,"

One of the members looked back to agree promptly tripped over her own feet.

"The Drama Club could probably make a play out of that," Tsukune chuckled. "What do you think Moka?"

That did it. The group that had been enjoying the story had all stopped in place and turned around. They all wore expressions of shock on their faces.

"Excuse us," Moka said, carefully moving past them.

"They're so cute," Kurumu said.

"Pardon me," Yukari smiled as she passed.

"Are you alright?" Tsukune crouched down to offer a hand to the girl that had tripped. "Let me help you."

Wordlessly the girl took Tsukune's hand. It was the storyteller with the horns. With seaming effortless ease, Tsukune pulled her to her feet.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Tsukune asked again.

The girl silently nodded, still holding on to his hand.

"That's good." He looked at her for a moment, then down at his hand. He looked back at her brilliantly blushing face. "I have to get to class."

The girl snatched back her hand as if scalded and bowed low.

"Thank you Aono-Sama." She looked u p sharply, mortified. "I mean Sempai," She cried out. "Aono- Sempai."

"Tsukune come on," Kurumu called out.

"Coming," He called back as he stepped around the story teller. He tried to ignore the squeals and giggles that erupted in his wake.

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"Um, excuse me?" Said a shy voice. "Do you know where Aono-Sempai's locker is?"

Thursday morning Tsukune, who was ahead of everybody because he wanted to try and see Ruby about Newspaper Club business, overheard a conversation just as he reached the front of the school.

"No," A deeper voice answered. "I'm sorry. Oy! Kinto," The voice called out to somebody else. "Where's Aono-Sans locker?"

"Next isle over," Answered the voice of 'Kinto.' "Just follow your nose. His shoes smell better then any other guys' in the school."

"Why is that?" Kinto's friend asked.

"I don't know," Kinto said. "But if it has anything to do with why his so popular with girls I want to find out."

Tsukune deposited his shoes and pulled out his Uwabaki, classroom shoes/slippers. As he put them on he tried to be as invisible as he could. The idea of standing out because of his sent was not a comforting idea when surrounded by monsters.

"Please excuse me," A soft voice said beside him

"Yes," Tsukune said, moving to one side as he looked to see who spoke.

The girl was a Rokurokubi, a youkai with a neck that could stretch to incredible lengths. At that moment it was doing just that. The long neck extended up from the girl's shoulder so that her cute, bespectacled face could hover past the shoe lockers. Tsukune was a little alarmed when he realized that she was looker for his locker. She found it to. Why it was so hard when it had his name on it he couldn't guess.. But once she had found it she quickly rested her hand on the shelf where he had just taken his slippers from. She looked around for a moment and Tsukune figured out she was memorizing the location by counting the rows and columns. When she was satisfied, she took one more look around before slipping a letter onto the shelf.

"A confession letter?" Tsukune said in surprise without meaning to.

"What?" The girl squeaked. Her neck retracted and her face turned red. "Don't tell anybody, please."

"It's a little silly to send a love letter to somebody you know nothing about, don't you think."

"But I've heard all the stories about him," She said with a dreamy expression. "I really want to meet him."

"All the stories?" Tsukune asked. "Some of them are not very nice." He should know; he heard a lot of them too.

"Well if any of those stores were true then he wouldn't have any girlfriend at all, would he?"

"I guess that would depend on the girl." He lowered his voice a little. "Did you hear the one from his first semester here? When he got in trouble with the Public Safety Commission.?"

"No," The girl's eyes went wide with excitement.

"The leader of the commission at the time wanted to kill him for being a human."

"No!" She cried.

"Shhhh," Tsukune warned her, looking around quickly. "But his friends said they didn't care if he was human or not," He told her. "Because being a youkai or a human is not as important as being a good friend."

"Really?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, wow!" Her eyes were bright.

"You know Aono-San is in the Newspaper club, right?"

"Yes," She nodded.

"If you really wanted to meet him you could ask to join."

"But what if the said no?"

"But what if they said yes?" He countered.

"I don't know if I could."

"Well Monday morning get a copy of the new edition of the paper. Maybe Aono-San's advice column or one of the articles will help you."

"Alright.," She have a firm nod. "Thank you Sempia," She hurried off.

"Oy! Kinto," Tsukune called out as he took the letter.

"What?"

"Maybe Aono-San's so lucky with girls is because they don't like it when a guy's feet stink."

"You think so?"

"It can't hurt to try."

"What do you think I should do?"

"Put baby powder in your socks and wash your feet really good"

"I'll try that. Thanks."

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At lunch Tsukune was caught reading the love letter by his friends.

"What do you have there?" Kurumu asked as she sat down beside him.

"Love letter from a first year," Tsukune said with a small blush. "It seams she's heard a lot of stories about me and wanted to meet me."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to answer her in the school newspaper," Tsukune said. "Not by name," He added. "I'll just add a line to my article about how I am happy to make friends if someone wants to just come and talk."

"Hmmmm," Kurumu made a sour face.

"What's wrong Kurumu?" Moka said as she sat down.

"Tsukune received a love letter."

"What?"

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Friday Afternoon the Newspaper Club left the school very late in the afternoon. They had finished the layout for the next edition and Ruby was going to take it to the print shop first thing Saturday morning. In his show locker, Tsukune found four letters on the shelf, and thumbtacks in his loafers. He wondered if he could trade shoes with somebody in the dorm.

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Saturday brought with it the weekend rituals of dorm life. Tsukune stripped his bedding and added it to the bag of clothes to haul over to laundry room and back. He cleaned his mostly unused kitchenette, and checked supply his ramen and canned foods. Tsukune decided he could put of grocery shopping for another week. He could feed himself, but he still mostly used the school's cafeteria during the week. Tsukune did consider picking up some more dishes, incase he ever had more then one visitor at a time again

When Tsukune had his chores finished he set himself to the task of studying Things had been hectic lately so he and his friends hadn't made any plans for the weekend. While he wanted to get together Moka, and the others, he knew they would have their own chores and studies to see to as well.

Tsukune became aware of a disruption of the dorm and lifted his head from his work. He could hear some commotion in the hall, and was faintly aware of youki flickering and flaring in the building. Remembering the last disruptions, Tsukune closed his books and turned to face the door just before someone knocked.

"YooHoo, Tsukune!" The muffled voice of Kurumu came through the door.

Tsukune ran his fingers through his hair as he moved to the door. He opened the door to see Kurumu, and suddenly understood the reason he had felt something disturbing the normal dorm life. She had on a touch of makeup and her lips were the same shade of deep, glossy red as her fingernails. The succubus was dressed in a lacy, light blue and pink mini tee shirt that ended three inches above a matching mini skirt; and if the girl had a bra on Tsukune would eat his shoes. Kurumu had pink ankle socks, complete with a little ruffle around their tops, and cute sandals. And, of all things, she had her tail out, letting it swing back and forth in lazy arcs. In her hand she held a wicker basket, the contents of which were hidden by a folded cloth.

"Good day, Tsukune," She said merrily.

"Kurumu," Tsukune said, a little stunned. "Good day. What are you doing here?"

"I came to see you, of course. How do I look?" She struck a pose in the hallway that brought a round of howls and whistles from some of the residents.

"Amazing," Tsukune said.

"Awww," She smiled, leaning forward in another pose. "Thank you. Are you busy right now?"

"Not right now," He said honestly.

"Good. Then Tsukune can come with me for a picnic."

"Um," He scratched his head as his brain tried to process everything. "Do I need to bring anything?"

"Nope," She gave a sparkling smile. "I have everything."

"Ah… Let me get my shoes."

"Yatta!" She did a little hop for joy, causing some more hoots and hollers.

"Can I carry the basket for you?" Tsukune said after he had locked his door.

Kurumu handed the basket over to Tsukune and smiled. She had accomplished her goals. She had gotten Tsukune to agree to go out with her. She had gotten a bush of boys deliciously worked up, giving her their lust. Tsukune appeared to like her look too, which was a nice bonus. Mission accomplished.

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Tsukune liked this side of Kurumu. She was being sweet and charming, more like Moka, and less forward and blatant. Tsukune's mother was a very stereotypical housewife, and she had raised her only child to be polite and considerate of others. Being overly mothering might have made Tsukune a little too timid, but she had meant well. Moka, and presently Kurumu, acted how Tsukune had been raised to see as proper girls to spend time with. Not that 'proper girls' would ever pay attention to him back home.

Tsukune and Kurumu sat on a blanket a short distance into the woods and enjoyed a quiet picnic. The talked about the human world as they passed the time. Kurumu's mother in the city, so Kurumu remembered spending time surrounded by bright neon and visiting busy shopping districts. Tsukune lamented on how the Great Barrier blocked out cell phone, radio, and television signals, and wondered what new movies and animes he was missing out on. He mentioned how he had caught up with his classmates from junior high during the break before second year. While his friends were all quick to talk about the pretty girls at their schools, Tsukune had shown them a picture of him with the rest of the Newspaper Club. They all refused to talk to him for over an hour after that.

"Tsukune," Kurumu lay down and put her head in his thigh, looking up at him. "Do you like spending time with me?"

"Of course."

"Good," She smiled. "And you like my cooking, don't you?"

"Yes," He agreed cautiously.

"I can clean and sew too," She said. "My mother insisted I learn to cook, but she though learning to sew wasn't important."

Tsukune quickly ran threw his past conversations with Kurumu in his mind. He remembered the things she had said about her mother, and her lifestyle. He processed through his options of what to say next.

"Well I think you have good skills for being a housewife some day," He said. His voice sounded forced to his own ears, like a bad actor just reciting lines.

"Woohoo," She cheered, and kicked her feet a little. She had received the complement she had been looking for.

"Tsukune?"

"Hmmm?"

"Do you think I could visit your house again some day? I promise I'll behave."

"Sure," He nodded. "Some day."

The two sat in silence for a few minutes. Kurumu admired his gentle face. Tsukune wondered why Kurumu was letting her tail out, and if it's movement could be used to read feelings the same as with a cat.

"I wish we had more time," Kurumu stretched her arms out above her head, making her breasts even more prominent under her skimpy top.

"What do you mean?" Tsukune asked, being very careful to not look at the prominent nipples he had noticed.

"To get you to myself like this I had to make a deal," Kurumu pouted. "When we go back, Yukari and Outer Moka want you to study with them." Kurumu sat up and reached for the picnic basket. "They're going to have dinner with you too." She turned back to Tsukune with a cloth bundle opened to reveal a batch of cookies. "So I better fill you up now." She pushed a cooking into his mouth.

"Tomorrow morning," Kurumu continued as she plied Tsuikune with tea and cookies. "We agreed to group training with Inner Moka in Paradise, including Ruby. We'll have lunch at the cafeteria after that. And then Mizore gets to have you for dinner."

"When did you plan all this?" Tsukune managed between mouthfuls.

"Thursday afternoon," Kurumu said simply, her tail twitching.

"Ah, Ku…" Whatever Tsukune had wanted to say was cut off by another cookie.

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Tsukune went to bed Sunday night feeling tired down to his bones. The girls had kept him busy all weekend long and had fed him near to bursting at every turn. While he had enjoyed their company it had been a bit much. Yukari was as clingy as ever, and when with the group Kurumu reverted to her forward ways to get attention. And for some reason, when Tsukune had excused himself to the toilet, when he came back the girls all had their heads together. When they saw him they all looked embarrassed about being caught in a conspiracy. Tsukune decided it was best not to ask.

Tsukune's weekend came to an end as she fell asleep. He had never suspect a thing. He never knew about the near score of female students, and at least to male one, that had been lingering around hoping to catch him alone.