Explanations
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(Tsukune's POV)
To say he was at a loss for words was an understatement. He honestly had no clue on how he was going to break to the news to these kids. They'de grown up thinking that monsters were just myths to scare them as children, and now they had just seen a living monster tear up their classroom. Needless to say, they were probably terrified.
"Not that I can blame them, considering how terrified I was when I first found out that monsters existed," he thought, before changing his silver hair back to its normal black. Little known secret around here was that it used to be brown. His friends in the Newspaper Club, the Chairman, his parents, and Kyouko knew that it used to be brown. Even other students from Yokai Academy hadn't noticed his switch in hair color. Probably because they thought he wasn't worth the time or effort. That opinion had changed very quickly when he returned from Fuhai's manor in Hong Kong.
"M-mr. Aono?" one of the students asked, while the others just stood in shock and fear.
"Hmmm?" he replied simply, trying not to startle them in any way.
"What did that girl mean by vampire?" the student asked, and judging from the expression of the others, they wanted to know as well.
"Hoo boy, that's one long story. But let's get the bigger issue out of the way," he said, trying to keep them calm, "Are any of you guys hurt at all?" The general consensus seemed to be that they were fine, which relieved him greatly. "At least they weren't harmed, or this whole thing would be a lot harder to keep under control." He did care for his student's, so he was just relieved in general, although he worried about the long term effects just a bit more. "Ok, second biggest issue. You all understand what just went down right?"
"Well, that ma-thing burst the wall, and you fought it with inhuman strength," another students summed up, "But that thing-was it actually a monster?"
"Yes it was. An orc to be precise," he said calmly, before walking back into the room and sitting down on the padded floor, "Now I believe that you asked what she meant when she said vampire, correct? Well you might want to sit down because it's a long story." Curiosity seemed to get the better of them since they did as he asked and sat down crossed legged.
So for the next half hour, he filled them in on his life at Yokai Academy. Once he finished, every single one of them seemed decently shocked. "Any questions?" he asked, hoping to clarify anything he could about his story.
"Umm, why did you stay?" a girl student asked, "Weren't you terrified?"
"Terrified didn't begin to describe how I felt back then," he started, with an amused smile, "But do you remember the first lesson I ever taught you guys?"
"Judge a person by their character, and not by their race. They can't choose to be born or what they were born as, but they can choose how they want to act and who they are as a person," the girl who asked the question repeated, "But what does that have to do with you staying?"
"That was a lesson I learned from staying. Naturally, I tried to leave that day. I wanted to go home, and pretend the whole thing never happened. But fate intervened, and the monsters that I was so afraid of, ended up both threatening and saving my life that day," he said, with a nostalgic look, "I can still remember the fear, and happiness I felt when Moka, the vampire I told you about in the story, stood up against an orc even though both of us were supposed to be enemies."
"But you said that she bit you, so aren't you a vampire also? And if you are, why can you go in the sun?" another student asked, though it made him happy to see that they weren't afraid any more.
"Yes she did bite me; it actually, funnily enough, became routine for me to let her drink my blood in the morning. But vampires don't operate the way our stories say they do. Their bite doesn't transform others into vampires, they aren't weak to sunlight or garlic, and they definitely do not sparkle. I can't tell you how much that garbage made me angry after coming back from that place," he quipped, getting a few laughs from his student's, "And lastly, I'm not a vampire. I'm certainly not human anymore, but I'm not a vampire."
"Sir?" another started, getting his attention, "Do you regret staying?"
"Not one bit," he said with no hesitation, making them look at him questioningly.
"Why not?" they asked.
"Well do any of you regret joining my class?" he asked them back, making them think it through.
"Well, no, but…," they started to reply.
"Why not?" he shot back, stopping them from making excuses.
"Well…," they muttered, not sure what to say.
"See? It's not always so black and white as do you regret it or not. There are some things I regret, and some things I don't. I don't regret staying and meeting all of my friends there, but I couldn't have met them without meeting my future enemies as well. So it's not whether or not I regret going and/or staying there; the real question is do I regret the memories that I made there, and the answer to that is plainly, no." he explained, making all of them look down at their legs and think about everything they had done since they came to this school, "Do you all understand?"
They all nodded in understanding. With any luck, they take that lesson with them through life if nothing else. He didn't get the chance to continue answering questions before there was a knock at the door.
"Mr. Aono! Are you all alright?!" the principal of the school demanded worriedly, "Please, answer Mr. Aono!"
"We're alright sir; no injuries occurred," he said back, hearing a sigh of relief from the other side of the door. Opening the door, the principal looked around the classroom, shocked at seeing just how much damage had come about.
"It's amazing that there were no injuries. Yours is truly a most fortunate class," Mr. Evans, the principal stated, mostly to himself. The principal was in his mid thirties, of medium height, with somewhat spiky, black hair. His had typical brown eyes, and had small laugh lines around the edges of his mouth. All in all, he was a rather pleasant person to be around since he had a loveable personality and a sense of humor to match.
"Sir, what seems to be the damage?" a familiar voice called, addressing the Mr. Evans.
"No way," Tsukune said mostly to himself, before the said voice walked in the doorway, revealing Inner Moka in all her glory. She looked just as shocked as he was, before gaining her signature smirk.
"Well, what a surprise seeing you here Tsukune," she said cockily, despite there being no reason for her pride to surface.
"Yeah same," he replied, getting her being right there. In all honesty, he still hadn't gotten over her. And he was fairly certain she thought so as well.
"Wait, you two know each other?" Mr. Evans asked, confused like the rest of the classroom.
"Best friends in high school," Tsukune explained, before looking back to her, "A police officer? Not the occupation I saw you getting."
"I hadn't expected you to be a teacher either. Is this what you used the gift money for?" she asked, looking around the ruined classroom.
"LOAN money because I'm paying you back," he said stubbornly, feeling an old argument starting up again.
"For the last time, you don't need to pay me back for that. It was a gift, meaning free of charge," she shot back heatedly.
"Well, I want to pay you back because I'm not a freeloader!" he argued, seeing how she would react.
"Huuuu, fine," she sighed, "But have fun getting that much money from being a teacher."
"Ouch," he said with mock hurt, "As sassy as ever." She just rolled her eyes in response, looking over his destroyed class room. He took the time to admire just how similar she looked to back when they were in class together. She really didn't look like she had aged a day.
"Well, if everything is in order here, I'll be on my way," Moka said, before turning to leave.
As if on instinct, Tsukune quickly called out to her. "Hey, hold on a sec," he said, getting her to face him, "How long are you in town?"
"A couple weeks at least," she replied, "My shift isn't going to last much longer, so I need to get a move on."
"Ok, I was just wondering if you wanted to grab a drink with me later? My treat," Tsukune said smoothly, waiting to see how she would react.
She looked at him strangely, before laughing at his question. "If that's your idea of subtlely asking me out, then you are failing horribly."
"I don't remember saying anything about it being subtle," he said, a smile appearing on his face.
"You know? I think I'll take you up on your offer; I'm rooming near Kyouko's place, so you should know the general area. I'll be ready at 6," she said, before turning once more, "Don't be late or I'll have to teach you your place like the old days."
As she walked out of the room, Tsukune turned to his boy students and cockily said, "Take notes guys, because that's how you get a girl."
"I heard that!" Moka yelled back through the hallway.
"So?" was Tsukune's brilliant reply. The silence following pretty much confirmed Tsukune's point being proved, so he just smiled a bit. "This is gonna be a good night. I can just tell."
Ok, so I know this chapter is relatively shorter than the first chapter, but keep in mind that I constantly have to focus on school and such activities, so my attention is usually elsewhere. I want to make more regular uploads, but that isn't a guarantee by any means. Regardless, I do hope you enjoyed the chapter, and the ones to follow. If you like my writing, you can check out my other two stories called "Lies" and "A Hidden Truth." Both of said stories have lemons in them, but I made sure to put a little heading before and after the lemon scenes so that you can skip them if you want. With that out of the way, I hope you guys enjoyed, and I hope you have nice day/night. Bye.