Disclaimer: Under pain of being beaten mercilessly with an ice mallet to the head, I have to admit that I do not own Rosario + Vampire, or any of the characters that are native to that wonderfully quirky and much loved universe. It's a shame, as I am sure that it in itself is worth a few bucks. I only own the ones that I created specifically for this fanfic, or the ones that I have imported into this from my own 'professional' writings. (Here's looking at you, Dia and co.)

Rosario + Vampire: Concerto of Shadows

Chapter 34-Fusion with Destiny's Touch

Abandoned fields near Castle Burnhart. Six hours before.

Tsukune suddenly felt a searing pain within the center of his chest, it was bad enough he doubled over in pain. His hands tightly clutched his chest. "Moka!" He cried loudly, his eyes almost bulged out of his sockets. "NO! This can't have happened!" He exclaimed more quietly. He was aware of all eyes upon him, but at this point, he didn't care. The vampire saw that the world went watery, and tears sprang forth from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. "Something horrible has happened to Moka!" Tsukune whispered hoarsely. He looked up and met Lord Rylan's eyes. "I don't know how I know, but I believe Moka is dying!"

Lord Rylan and Lady Sakura exchanged determined looks. "We believe you, Tsukune. You have a connection with her that has grown much stronger over the last several months." Lord Rylan glanced up at the group of gargoyle warriors that approached them quickly. He beckoned toward them with both hands toward their group. The Raven Lord spun around quickly, and his eyes darted up toward the castle because of the sudden crash behind them. His once friend not only knew they were there, but now mockingly left the main door open.

Burnhart's main drawbridge had already opened while their attention was focused elsewhere, and now prepped the greetings for his guests. Creatures that belonged only in nightmares now spewed forth from the dark orifice that led into the dark castle. Lord Rylan sighed loudly, and gazed at them defiantly. "Here they come!" He exclaimed as he gestured toward the castle. "Everyone! Let's bring the fight to them!"

"Ya Hoo Hoo!" Whooped Kurumu excitedly. Her nails already had extended into her long claws, while her wings flapped and her tail wiggled with her excitement. "Time to show these losers what it means to mess with Yokai Academy!"

Yukari and Ruby clutched their wands tightly within their hands; their faces mirrored the excitement and trace amounts of fear that they felt in their hearts. This was the endgame, and they both knew it. It seemed that Tsukune's heart truly belonged to Moka. While it saddened them, they knew how important Moka was to all of them. They would not let that bastard get away with taking their friend, and destroying everything that they held dear.

Ruby swished her wand like a sword, her eyes held steadily upon the advancing front ranks of the undead horde. "Lord Rylan, do I still stick with the original part of the plan?"

Lord Rylan nodded once. "Yes, Ruby. Despite this flood of filth, nothing has changed. We will still need your talents here." He quickly removed his own power lock attached to his wrist. The Raven Lord felt his raw, unfiltered first generation vampiric powers surge through him like a raw current. He bellowed loudly as his great black, feathered wings appeared behind and over his head. His raven colored hair became the deepest silver. His red eyes blazed with power as his silhouette was enveloped within red and black swirling flames.

Diademonica glanced over at Lord Rylan, an amused expression upon her face. "Not bad, bossman. I have to admit though, I think mine has more style to it!" She grinned broadly while her violet eyes slid into silver. Her muscle mass increased, and she grew a couple more inches. With a great whoop, her own set of large black wings appeared behind her. Her shoulder-length black hair extended, and turned to silver. She flapped her wings several times and got herself airborne.

Dia tilted her head back and uttered a harsh war cry, one that would have made her demonic brethren jealous. Her body was instantly wrapped thickly within black flames, a dark phoenix bird of prey that waited in the sky. She held Apocalypse tightly within her left hand; its appearance was now formed into a black and red bastard sword. Her black and red colored Abyss armor held lots of sharp angles and points.

Lady Haruna already joined her in the air, having already pulled her own power lock. "Impressive, Dia." She said bemused. "Think you could possibly do it any louder? I don't think they heard you clear back at Yokai."

The Cambion grinned broadly at her fellow Enforcer. "You bet your ass I can do this louder, Haruna!" She cocked her head. "I just didn't want to make everyone else look tame and lame, that's all."

Bullshit, Dia. You know that you love to be loud, proud, and doubly obnoxious on days that end in 'y'.

Cyrus, her ever so loveable tabby, whom had been at Dia's heels all this time, took on his own changes. He grew in size tenfold, and lost the cute white and orange coloring. Soon, he appeared to them now as a large red-skinned Hellcat. His gorgeous green became as black as the most ancient onyx. Tendrils of red flames flared and danced across his tough flesh. His maw opened, and large white fangs the size of daggers burst forth from his gums. His long, spiked tail flicked back and forth as he reared up and roared in challenge.

Lady Sidhe traded glances with Lord Rylan. "Wow. I can't say I have seen something like that lately."

Lady Sakura, whom had already transformed herself, smirked. "Well, that's our Dia. Always has to out-do whatever anyone else has done. I think Cyrus looks more impressive, though."

Tsukune had to admit he was impressed with all of them and their abilities, but it was time to see what his 'gift' from Lord Cain gave him. He frowned for a moment. He didn't have anything that would block his power, but he really didn't feel anything. He looked up toward the castle entrance, and grimaced at the sight of the monsters that still vomited forth. Just what was it that he could do? He sparred and fought with Moka before, and channeled some of his power then, but it was supposed to be nothing compared to what he could do now. What was it he had to do?

The new vampire lightly clutched his chest, and his thoughts went out to his beloved Moka. She was gravely injured, perhaps even dying somewhere within that castle of horrors while he stood there and did nothing. He had promised her that he would be at her side! He promised her that he would protect her! He had promised her! This was his turn to help her damn it! There wasn't anything in the heaven above or hells below that was supposed to stand up to him! Lord Cain even emphatically told him so!

Tsukune's anger and rage at Lord Burnhart now smoldered and grew hotly within him. He felt it build in power as it swirled and rippled along his paler skin. His fangs lengthened slightly within his mouth, and he felt his finger nails grow into thicker black claws. He felt his vampiric powers that now coursed and surged freely within him threaten to burst him apart! He released it outwards in a scream of defiance and rage; the force of its release was like a hammer dropped onto the field while the dried and brown landscape shook and cracked out over the length of half a football field!

All of his friends and family stared momentarily at what Tsukune had now become. It amazed them all what formidable powers had been unearthed within the gentle person they all knew and loved. "Tsukune!" Lady Haruna whispered with respect and awe as she flew next to Diademonica.

The Cambion winked at Tsukune and gave him an approving grin. "Not bad there, kiddo! Next thing you know, we will make a man out of you yet! Come on, lad! Don't just stand there admiring how much of a badass you look! It's 'go' time! We have plenty of asses to kick, and so little time to do it in! Let's get your woman and blow this place to hell!"

Lord Rylan grinned. "That's the spirit, Dia!" He spread his wings and flew upward, as he flapped hard to hover above the ground. He grinned as Lord Stone flew toward them with his fifty gargoyle warriors formed into wings of ten behind him. "Archimedes! You made it!"

The Gargoyle Raven Lord glanced toward the castle as the front ranks closed slowly upon their group. "Yes, we did." He rumbled. He nodded toward one of the gargoyles in formation. "Flint, take your squad along with both Quartz and Obsidian's squads with you. Reinforce the group on the ground." He glanced up again. "Slate, take your squad and hit them from behind. Keep in the air, and keep me apprised of any new developments."

Slate cocked his head. "Where are you going to be, boss?"

Lord Stone grinned toothily. "On the ground, of course. I will be at Lady Sidhe's side. Someone has to protect the most fragile member of our Council."

Lady Sidhe glared at Lord Stone as she put her hands on her hips. "I can handle myself, Lord Stone. I don't need a chaperone!"

"My humblest apologies, my Lady but I must disagree. There isn't that many of us left, and we must stay together if we are to rebuild."

The banshee huffed. "Fine, if you must."

Lady Sakura nodded approvingly. "It isn't a bad idea, Ailbe. Besides, think of him as your knight in shinning, er, rocky armor."

"Oh, Ha ha!" Rumbled Lord Stone.

Lord Rylan bared his fangs as balls of liquid fire danced above his spread palms. "Here they come! Let's send these abominations back to whatever hells spawned them!"

XXX

Somewhere within Infinite Time and Space.

Ura Moka's eyes blinked open. After a moment, she carefully sat up. Her eyebrows beetled in puzzlement. Where the hell was she? It seemed she was in some kind of room, but there was nothing but white wherever she looked. She gasped, and clutched at her chest. It seemed to be intact, but that was impossible! She distinctly remembered Lord Burnhart stabbing her! Her eyes widened slightly as it dawned on her. She hesitantly stood, and noticed the ground was as white as the rest of wherever she was. Ura figured she must be dead, and her soul must now be stuck in limbo, or something else equally horrific.

"No, dear girl. You are not quite dead yet. I do say that I wondered how long it was going to take before you finally joined us."

Ura Moka blinked in surprise, and spun around. An old crone now stood not more than ten feet from her. She leaned heavily upon an ancient and gnarled wooden staff. A clear crystal ball sat atop her well-worn staff, and a small magenta fireball burned steadily within it. She wore an old gray shawl that bore the signs of the zodiac. Upon her feet were simple worn, gray slippers. Despite her apparent age, the smile that she gave Ura Moka was youthful, and full of perfect white teeth.

Ura Moka chewed her lip. "Who are you, old woman? What is your name and what do you want with me?"

The old crone cackled. "Old Woman, am I? Yes, I am old. I am far older than you could imagine, dear girl! I have had many names given to me over the centuries. Names and titles are like an elegant robe. They wear nicely enough for a while, but eventually it fades and is thrown away for something fresh." She winked at Ura. "If you must call me anything, than I will just go by my oldest name. You may call me Destiny."

Ura's eyebrow rose. "Destiny, old woman? As in what supposedly 'waits' for people?"

Destiny shrugged. "Oh, I wait for people plenty enough, dear girl. The problem is simply this," She stepped forward a couple of strides until she stood before Ura. She picked up her staff, and thumped her once over her head with it. "Too many people don't bother to listen to me!"

"OUCH!" Ura exclaimed loudly. "That hurt!"

Destiny chuckled once before her gaze turned serious. "That was the point, girl! Really! I gave you and Tsukune Aono more pushes and prods then probably anyone else in history! Hell! Even Julius Caesar wasn't this difficult to get his ass motivated and he finally took his rightful place within history!"

Ura rubbed her head. "Wait, what?" She asked puzzled. "What does this have to do with Tsukune and I?"

Destiny rolled her eyes before she rushed forward and smacked Ura upon the head once more. "EVERYTHING!" She said exasperated. "I wrote out both of your paths when you were very young, but BOTH of you seemed so determined in your bone headedness to not listen to me!" She fumed. "I dropped so many hints and helps for the two of you, even a BLIND man could have seen it!"

Ura hissed and rubbed her head again. "Hey! I am not one that is really deep into that lovey dovey stuff! All I am good for is kicking ass!"

Destiny snorted loudly. "Yes, that you do. However, there was a part of you that was perfect for the 'lovey dovey stuff', but you almost completely ignored her and those feelings she brought to you!"

Ura blinked in puzzlement. "What do you mean?"

"She means me, Ura. The other, softer, you."

Ura spun around again, and there before her was her doppelgänger, the goody goody with her green doe-like eyes and bubblegum pink hair. Ura blinked. "What are you doing here?"

Moka gave Ura a sad smile. "The same thing you are here for. To see what Destiny has in store for us."

Ura blinked, and the other her vanished. She whirled around, and saw that the other Moka now stood next to Destiny. Ura growled. "What are we waiting for? Tsukune could be in trouble out there!"

Destiny nodded. "He is in probably the gravest of dangers he has ever faced, dear girl. However, my business here is not with Tsukune Aono at the present. I am here to wrap up the life businesses of Ura Moka and Moka Akashiya."

Ura frowned. "What do you mean, old woman? Why do you refer to us as two individuals?"

Destiny growled and turned to Moka. "Nothing penetrates that thick skull of hers unless I whack her over the head repeatedly, does she?"

Moka just grinned as her green eyes sparkled mischievously. "There are times that she can be just a little bit slow."

Ura exhaled loudly with her growing exasperation. "Fine. Do what you need to do, and let's get going! I am needed out there!"

Destiny nodded sagely. "Yes, you are needed out there. BOTH of you are needed. That, dear girl, is the crux of your immediate dilemma. In case you have already forgotten, you took what is a fatal wound to your heart. Your heart has now almost stopped beating out there in the world, and the Rosario that held the essences and enchantments for the other Moka Akashiya has also been destroyed. Both of you are now at the very threshold of death itself."

She gave Ura a brittle smile. "You see, dear girl, it is actually YOUR body where both of you have resided for almost the last decade. Technically, only one 'soul' can really occupy a given body." She thumped her staff twice. "Your father used powerful magics and divided the personality of what made you Moka Akashiya in half! He bound the loving, kinder, gentler part of your personality inherent to you outside within that Rosario."

Moka looked downcast, sadness evident within her kind eyes. "Unfortunately, I have lived long enough that I have developed a 'soul' of my own, Ura." Her eyes slightly rose as she now gazed at Ura. "For you to live, dear 'sister', I must 'die' and be absorbed back into your soul. The two of us must be made into one. It is the only way."

XXX

Abandoned Fields outside of Castle Burnhart. Five hours before.

"How are we doing, everyone?" Lord Rylan asked off-handily as he threw another blazing tongue of flames into an undead warrior. It was soon enveloped with flames, and the dried, desiccated corpse went up like old kindling. With a final screech that sent its soul finally free toward the heavens, the remnants of the animated carcass fell apart into a pile of ash that smoldered. Satisfied, Lord Rylan braced himself for another attack from a small group off to his right.

"Oh! We are doing great!" Yukari shouted half-heartedly. It seemed that every time she sent forth another avalanche of golden washtubs smashing down into another undead warrior, two more sprang up in its place. "I am beginning to run out of magic! I'm really getting tired!" She nearly whined.

"This is really some serious bullshit, bossman! We should have knocked on that bastard's front door ages ago! Instead, we are still stuck out here with these boring assholes! How many undead marionettes do you suppose we have to hack the strings off before the old bag of bones finally runs out?"

"He obviously has enough of them, Dia! Don't let yourself get distracted by trivialities! Go and quickly help Flint's group over on the left flank! It looks like the warriors fighting near Ruby have fallen. Quickly! Shore up those defense lines!" Lord Rylan directed with a wave.

The Cambion threw a mock salute toward the Raven Lord and dashed off toward her friend. She quickly ran up beside the struggling witch. She gave her a quick grin as she quickly swung her sword back and forth. Dia quickly carved her way through the small wave of undead warriors that came perilously close to them. She glanced at Apocalypse, and her nose wrinkled in disgust. She hated these damn things!

Sweat had beaded upon Ruby's youthful face from all of her magical expenditures of power. It now freely ran down Ruby's face almost like tears. She, just like her younger compatriot Yukari, also began to tire from all the fighting. "Thanks, Dia. I could really use the extra help. It is getting razor thin over here!"

Dia shrugged. "Hey, no problemo, little sister! Happy to send more of these shitbags back to hell." She grunted with some effort after she cleaved yet another of the annoying shamblers in two. "Bloody Hell! These damn things just keep coming out of the woodwork! First from the castle, now from under our bloody feet! Why the fuck is that old rotting sack of bones sending out these piddly hunks of decomposing flesh? Are these really the best that he can do? I want a real challenge, not spend the day with an afternoon warm-up! I want to curl up and take a nap since it is so boring!"

Lady Haruna landed with a heavy thump next to Dia and Ruby. She thrust her clawed hand forward as a large fireball grew and spewed forth from her palm. It impacted against yet another pair of undead warriors. They flared out of existence, purified by the cleansing flames. She turned to her fellow Enforcer with exasperation. "Damn it, Dia! I really wish you would shut up! Isn't this enough of a challenge? I mean, come on! What the hell do you-"

The ground suddenly pitched and rolled, as though everyone there were upon the deck of a ship in a rough storm. The quakes were preceded by loud crashes from behind the castle. As they watched, the constant waves of the undead had finally ceased pouring from the castle. Several groups of the mindless dead were spotted heading toward the rear of the castle earlier. As though they decided to gather and plot.

As her chest heaved from exertion, Kurumu shot a poisoned glance at Dia. "You just had to say it, didn't you! Couldn't be happy with the kill or be killed battle that we are already trying to survive! What the hell is wrong with you, Dia? Are you TRYING to get us all killed here? I don't know about you, but I wanted to spend the rest of my life, you know, living!"

Lord Rylan and Lady Sakura panted from their exertions as they attempted to regroup with the others. He noticed to his unhappiness that several of Lord Stone's warriors had been killed. It seems even their stony armor wasn't enough to prevent their deaths, as the bodies left out upon the plane attested. Lord Rylan's eyebrow rose again as the ground quaked beneath his feet again. The Raven Lord and his mate exchanged knowing glances. It wasn't possible for that old decayed bastard to have constructed those ancient Flesh Titans again, was it?

A pair of huge, lumpy, putrid gray shapes thundered out from behind the castle and toward the small band of fighters. Five of the remaining gargoyle warriors from the recon group now flew toward the position that Lord Stone established with Lady Sidhe at their full speed. Much to Lord Stone's horror, those twin titanic shapes lumbered forward toward them. As they closed the distance to them, the gelatinous shapes became more defined, and took on more humanoid characteristics.

The two fifty-foot tall giants came closer. Hands with five fingers took shape at the ends of the arms that spontaneously sprouted forth from their gray colored bodies. A neck solidified above a chest, and a large lump of the gray fleshy substance formed into what passed for a head. Slits for 'eyes' and a 'mouth' appeared. They both gave a loud liquidy roar while they reached into their bodies and pulled out large lumps of the gray stuff from their bodies. With the ease of a pitcher sending a strike down home plate, they slung those lumps of gray material toward the flying warriors as they retreated.

Those large abominations were deadly accurate, and swatted all five of the retreating gargoyles out of the sky. Every one of those five warriors all came crashing down hard. Their wings were mucked up from whatever that substance was that those creatures slung after them. As the warriors scrambled to get up and escape, the two monstrous abominations closed the distance, and were upon them. The fallen warriors barely had time to scream before their lives were cut short.

The first two were crushed deeply into the ground by the lead creature's immense weight upon them. The last trio were ripped up from the ground, and stuffed down the 'maws' of the creatures. Sickening crunches were heard across the field as they devoured the brave warriors. Their 'heads' turned back toward where Lord Rylan and the other surviving warriors had gathered. He glared daggers at Diademonica. "Well? You now have your challenge you dreamed of, Dia! Flesh Titans! Monsters that haven't walked our world since before the Accord was created! Are you happy now? What do you have to say about wanting a challenge now?"

Diademonica blinked at the Flesh Titans as they bore down on them. "Whoa! Now, that is something you don't see everyday!"

XXX

Somewhere within Infinite Time and Space.

Ura blinked. "What? What the hell do you mean that 'we must become one'?"

Destiny cracked the butt of her staff upon the ground again. "Both of you are dying, dear girl! Don't you remember? Those powerful magics that bound your two personalities had already weakened long before it was destroyed. The instant that dagger dove through the heart of that Rosario; the gentle personality of Moka Akashiya was ripped free of her anchor! She has to go somewhere!"

Ura Moka licked her lips. "I still don't understand what this will mean! Does this mean that if I don't 'merge' with her, we will both die?"

Destiny huffed and rolled her eyes. "Obviously, you still don't get it! After I release the two of you, Moka Akashiya will be gone forever! Her personality will be snuffed out of existence! Her final decision here will determine if you still live or not, though." The old one shook her head. "I can't make Moka Akashiya merge with you, Ura Moka. It has to be her ultimate decision." Destiny gazed up toward the white nothingness that stretched out above them. "I have used my considerable power and held both of you here for as long as I can. Moka Akashiya's separate 'soul' is no longer anchored to you. As such, if she doesn't merge with you, then both of you will die. It is simplicity in itself."

Ura's mouth hung open as though she wished to speak, but no sounds came forth. She closed her mouth with a snap, and glanced over at the other Moka, who fidgeted with her fingers with her uncertainty. Moka glanced briefly at Ura, her face racked with indecision. A tear slid out of her eye, and fell down her cheek. "What will happen if we merge? Will I still know everything is going on around me?"

Destiny gave her a sad smile and shook her head. "No. Your kind, loving, gracious traits that make up this half of Moka Akashiya's personality will permanently become part of Ura, and once again there will only be one Moka Akashiya. No more, no less."

The pink-haired Moka sniffled. "I love Tsukune so much! I don't want to leave him!"

Ura's eyes flashed. "I love him too, you silly girl! Didn't you notice how much I wanted to be around him? How much I wanted to protect him? How much I wanted to-" Ura stopped in midsentence and blushed.

Destiny threw her head back and gave a hearty laugh. "Ah! So there was much more beneath the surface than even you wanted to admit!" She glanced over at Moka. "Dear girl, I do not feel envious of the decision that you have to make. It is obvious that both of you love him, and both of you want to be with him. If you go, then both of you will have perished, and left Tsukune Aono without his chosen mate. Is that how you want the legacy of Moka Akashiya to end? With a whimper, instead of a bang?"

Tears flowed freely down Moka's face. "No." She whispered quietly, pain evident upon her face. "I love Tsukune heart and soul. If becoming one with Ura will make sure of that, then there is nothing more that must be discussed. I told Tsukune a long time ago that I would die for him. Looks like I will have to keep that promise."

Destiny thumped her staff three times, the magenta fire which had simmered within the crystal now flared back into life. "Then you, Moka Akashiya, of your own free will, will merge back into Ura Moka?" Moka nodded mutely, her fingers tapping together nervously.

"All that is required of both of you is nothing more than to embrace each other."

Hesitantly, Moka stepped forward and stood before Ura. She wrapped her arms around Ura's midsection, and hugged her to her. "Please, don't ever forget me! Tell Tsukune that I said I loved him, and I treasured our time together!"

Ura blinked and was surprised by her own tear that fell down her cheek. Awkwardly, she wrapped her own arms around her doppelgänger. She felt her throat constrict. "I…I won't forget you, Moka. I'll…I'll tell him, for both of us."

XXX

Castle Burnhart. Main torture room. Five hours before.

Moka's body, which slouched against the rock wall, now glowed with power. Her body floated several feet up and forward off the floor. Her head gently lolled back as her arms and legs hung limply beneath her. The wreckage of the Rosario glowed with an eerie red light. It detached from the collar around her neck, and it slowly sank into the gaping wound upon Moka's chest.

The casing of the Rosario dematerialized when it touched her heart, the magics that created the Rosario now fueling its final purpose. The red jewel was absorbed readily into Moka's heart, which suddenly began beating. The last of the enchantments sealed up the large wound upon her chest. She now bore a large scar that pronounced where Lord Burnhart drove his dagger. The magics were now completely spent and her body lowered itself gently onto the floor again.

Moka's red eyes slowly opened, and she was aware that she lay upon the floor in the torture room. She blinked a few times and groaned lightly. Her body still ached, but despite that she felt really good! In fact, she felt better than she had in a long time. She no longer felt conflicted within herself. She felt strange sensations and emotions that now welled strongly within her being. She wanted to cry, they were so overwhelming. Her other self definitely hadn't lied, she felt so strongly for Tsukune that it nearly drove her every deed and action. Thank you, Moka. I will love Tsukune for both of us!

Moka slowly sat up, and braced herself with her hands. She still felt very weak, as she needed blood quite badly. If Lord Burnhart were to return here, there wouldn't be anything she could do against him. She had to lay low for a while in here, and play dead. She felt herself smile. It was better to play dead, then to be dead. Perhaps one of his flunkies would come in here to retrieve her body, and then she could possibly feed. Anything was possible. She closed her eyes and lay back onto the floor again. Tsukune, I love you so much. I hope there is some way you can feel my thoughts.

XXX

Fields surrounding Castle Burnhart. Five hours before.

Tsukune used his new claws and shredded apart one of the few remaining undead warriors that staggered in too close to him. His red eyes were fastened intently upon the giant pair of Flesh Titans that rapidly closed in upon them. Those were the last obstacles that were in his path to the castle. He gave a feral growl. He didn't care what obstacles Lord Burnhart and his flunkies threw in his way; he would smash his way through the castle with his bare hands if he had to! He had to get his Moka back! He had-

Tsukune, I love you so much! I hope there is a way you can feel my thoughts.

Tsukune stumbled and nearly fell. He shook his head, and massaged his temples. I must be losing my mind! I thought that somehow I heard Moka!

Tsukune? Is that you? Can you really hear me?

"Moka?" Tsukune hesitantly said aloud, his heart hammered in his chest. "Can it be?" He whispered as he wiped his face. Moka, can you hear me?

Yes, Tsukune! I can hear you perfectly! Oh, thank the gods of old. I need your help! I am too weak to escape from here.

Tsukune wept with joy and wiped his face again. I will be there as soon as I can, Moka. I love you!

I love you too, Tsukune. Please, hurry as quickly as you can. Without blood, I can do nothing to help you.