It was awkward.

Utsuki had locked herself in the bathroom, and small sounds gave away what was going on. Tekeshi wasn't quite sure how to act in this situation. Sure he enjoyed fighting, but not that much. This was an issue that needed to be addressed, but how does one address getting horny at the thought of combat.

"Deesseedra, what all do you know about these Witches of War. I'm not exactly the most knowledgeable about the history of witches, but I think I would have heard of a title like that. Don't go into detail, just give me the cliff notes," the vampire asked concern written on his face.

"They are basically what they sound like. They are humans who forced a demon into a slave contract in order to gain superhuman powers in battle. They tend towards being borderline psychopaths, show traits similar to sociopaths, and have heightened levels of aggression. Most of the magics they have the ability to perform are combat related, although they can learn others. They don't tend towards long lives, not due to the demonic influence or anything related to power. It is more a lack of common sense getting them killed in the middle of a battle. I'm just so excited, I want to see how blood thirsty my Lovely Mistress can be. I can't wait," the demoness said bouncing in place almost hard enough to make the robe she was wearing fall open.

"Settle down, you damn exhibitionist. Is there anything that can help her control it? Is it mental, chemical, or youki related? Will it have any long term effects that are harmful to her?"

"I don't know of any kind of harmful effects, like I said they never tended to live that long before they got themselves killed. Most became such as a means to gain revenge, or as overzealous patriots. I think it is largely a loosening of emotional control that causes the bloodlust. Given how inhibited even you monsters are in this day and age, I can only imagine what her end result will be. As for controlling it, combat, training, and exercise will help greatly, anything that would release endorphins. From what I understand, a good pounding tends to work wonders."

Tekeshi had up to that moment had one foot on the floor, one on a wall, and was leaning on Jakkasu. When the demon finished her statement with that bombshell he lost all sense of equilibrium and found himself on the floor.

"What the hell? Is is impossible for you to have anything resembling class? If it wasn't for the fact it would be a useless gesture I would be throttling you right now. Get serious."

"I am. Like I said earlier, what she is feeling is quite literally sexual pleasure from the sight of the gore out there. Gaining sexual release will release a surge of endorphins and calm her. It sounds like she is taking care of that at the moment herself, its quite enjoyable to hear isn't it?"

"You have a screw loose. Right now my concern is making sure she isn't going to do something to hurt herself, and seeing as you die when she dies you should be a little more interested in making sure she survives."

"Prude."

"Harlot."

"Asshole."

"Slut."

"Would you two shut up. I can hear you, and it isn't helping. If anything it is making me feel even more mortified than I already am. Just don't say anything," Utsuki's yelled menacingly from the bathroom.


Moka and Tsukune had been highly concerned when they arrived to find an utter bloodbath in the parking lot of the motel. When they failed to see the teenagers bodies among the dead they felt utter relief. Then confusion after encountering the mood once they entered the motel room.

"So, Miss Shiraishi is locked in the bathroom because..." Tsukune asked for the third time, hoping he had just been mishearing.

The demon sighed once again, "As I have said, the battle made her horny."

Moka's head cocked over at an angle, "I... what... how... How does that even make sense? I mean I love a good fight as much as anyone, but outside sparring matches between me and my husband here, I have never gotten worked up like that."

"From what I have been able to get out of her Utsuki apparently has been repressing some really negative emotions that this whole 'Witch of War' thing feeds off of. Somehow seeing some forms of physical conflict drive it more than others. Which boils down to, she is literally becoming sexually excited from battle, and its aftermath. Although I meant to ask you earlier, how do you know all this psychobabble," Tekeshi explained from his place against the wall.

"I ate a psychiatrist once, it gave me a major headache trying to understand all of it. Oh, right, I assimilate the knowledge of the beings I feast upon. I have a lot of skills like that. I'm a great chef, a passable masseuse, and capable of flying fighter jets."

Tekeshi snorted, "Yet you can't wear clothes of your own accord. And how many of those did you actually make up?"

"I didn't make them up. When is the last time you thought about everything you could do? I have to say though, fighter pilots don't taste real good. Or is it Russians that don't taste good? I can't remember, that was like the 1980's."

Tsukune looked at the demoness, "Deesseedra, just how long have you been around, and how many people have you eaten?"

"That is a rather pointless question. We exist outside the normal flow of time. We understand it exists, but it has no start or end for us. Demons like myself aren't so much born, as we just, exist. Once me and another came into your world during the height of your middle ages, and my companion couldn't understand why there weren't any internal combustion engines to be seen, and I didn't know what he was even talking about. I don't have a point of reference to say when I first came into existence, none of us do."

"This is interesting. It explains where so many revolutionary ideas may have sprung from. But still, the fact that you not only devour flesh, but also it seems the true essence of your prey is concerning in many ways. If you have all these skills, why don't you make use of them, rather than how you tend to act," Tsukune was finding this revelation interesting.

Deesseedra turned her nose up, "Because they aren't my skills. Just because they become a part of me, doesn't mean they belong to me. I don't want to fly Mig23s, I don't want to cook royal meals, and I don't want to rub random peoples' filthy hides. I have no interest in painting murals, or working a stripper pole. I am a demoness, meant for killing and eating mortals, and following the orders of my Lovely Mistress."

"One more thing before we go back to that topic. What is with these weird names for us? I'm getting a little weirded out from being called 'Delicious Bloodsucker' all the time."

"A demon that has been bound cannot use mortal names. A name has power, in fact all demons have two names. One that can be said by mortals, and a true name that can only be said by other demons. So I must call you by a descriptor that is unique enough to tell you apart. You are Delicious Bloodsucker because you are extremely handsome, and a vampire. He is Annoying Older Bloodsucker because he annoys me with his questions, is older than you, and he is also a vampire. She is Glamorous Bloodsucker since she is downright stunning, and you get the rest. My Lovely Mistress is beautiful and my mistress I am bound to. It isn't that hard a concept to understand."

"Deesseedra, what can I do to crush these feelings I am fighting," the door to the bathroom opened slowly revealing a tired looking Utsuki.

"I don't know, Lovely Mistress. I really don't. Most Witches of War wanted to revel in them. To use them. I have never heard of any trying to repress them, or that being said, forming a slave contract by accident before. There also isn't a way to break our bond barring your death. My blood is part of you now. I have been bound before, to wizards and witches seeking power, and I was freed with their deaths, but with you, I will pass from existence with your death."

"So you're saying my best bet is to become the school slut. Great, my parents are going to be so proud, if they even cared."

"Utsuki...," Tekeshi was cut off.

"Neither one of them really cared. They barely even talked to each other. My mom was always so caught up in her yuri mangas, and period dramas, and dad spent all his time working or playing internet games. Yeah they acknowledged me, but they only gave me the bare minimum of attention. Mom is actually resentful of me because I am beautiful because I take care of myself. She doesn't even try. I think the only reason they stay together is they are loners and have good sex. Which it looks like I need to learn to have. I can't be...," the slap shocked everyone.

Tekeshi hated the very idea of a woman being hit. He accepted that it would happen in a fight, and he tended to avoid those kind of altercations, but wouldn't stand for it outside of such. However he had just flat out slapped Utsuki.

"'Suki listen up. That isn't how it is going to go. We are going to figure out what needs to be done to help you deal with these feelings. Even if we need to move Aunt Yukari to the school, you aren't going to have to resort to that. Just because your parents are worthless doesn't mean you aren't loved. You are the best friend I have had ever in Japan. Asusa hangs on you like a sister, even if, pardon the pun, Yusa is somewhat cold to you. I'm convinced that Mom here wants you to be her daughter in law. If your parents are that bad, don't go back, and don't let those feelings well up. Let them go."

Moka hugged her husband, "I don't think that Tekeshi is as bad as we thought he was. I have never heard a more moving speech from a thug in my life."

"Miss Shiraishi, I know that I am not the warmest person to you. And that has been mainly because of the role I chose you for. However I must agree with this thug. If your parents truly don't care, we will make arrangements for you. For now, lets go to our home, and get some rest."


Utsuki leaned against the window of the SUV Tekeshi's parents had arrived in. She wasn't even sure what was going on inside of her head. Never had she thought about her parents like that, but all of it was true. She didn't want to admit it. She hadn't ever had classmates over to her house. She didn't get an allowance for more than what it took to buy the essentials. Most of her clothes were from second hand shops. She hadn't wanted to admit it to herself, anymore than she would have wanted to tell Tekeshi or Asusa.

"Are you ok, Lovely Mistress," Deesseedra asked from her aura.

"I don't know. I thought you of all people wouldn't really care since you are a slave for all intents and purposes. Shouldn't you want me to be a hardened battle bitch to satisfy your want for blood," She replied queitly.

"I, I don't know. Delicious Bloodsucker's words, they just, I don't know. I haven't ever had these, feelings that I am having right now. I think about you and I feel, sad, yet also angry. But I am not feeling angry at you. I also don't understand what he meant by you having people who love you. Most knowledge I have about love is as much lust as anything. How can a person have love without lust?"

"I'm not sure I even know. I feel like how I have lived, i spent most of my life in a shell that broke when I started having these feelings. I start looking back, and I start seeing the cracks. I treated Tekeshi awful at one point, and I just blamed it on stress, and I loathe how Harumi treats me, and I treat her the same even though I have claimed that wasn't me, how I act. I think I have always just wanted people to actually like me, and when I found some that would, I started to come out of that shell, whether I wanted to or not."

"Utsuki, I know you are talking to her back there, and we shouldn't pry. But have you truly never had any people who showed you that they cared," Moka asked the girl from the front seat, her motherly instincts in full force.

"Anyone that claimed they were my friend just wanted to be around me because I was pretty. Boys just wanted my body, and the girls wanted the boys. I was always so quiet, and lonely that I hadn't really cared. I wasn't ever deliberately mistreated or anything like that, but no one really cared about me. I always kept lying to myself and saying it was fine, and they did care. Even the girls who kept saying I should go to idol auditions only wanted me to so it would make them more popular. I have a feeling that all of them have already forgotten kind, quiet, and pale Utsuki."

Everyone in the vehicle could feel Deesseedra's rising malice, "Lovely Mistress, show me to these worthless rats. I will tear them asunder and bind their mangled corpses to light posts as an example of what happens when they mistreat my Lovely Mistress."

"They wouldn't be worth it. They probably have something that makes miserable too. Why are we stopping?"

Tsukune had pulled over to breathe. He recognized the parallels in both his and Outer Moka's stories when they were younger. Tsukune's parents loved him, even if they were a little careless in their manners, and he had a few close friends when he was a human. Most people ignored him in his human schools, and when he wasn't with his friends he felt lonely. The Outer Moka though, was so much like Utsuki it hurt him. Nobody truly cared about her that was there. Gyokoru hated her, and her father was absent so much. She was an outcast in school among the girls, and the boys only wanted her body. Yokai Academy had been the first place any of them had truly been happy beyond anything.

"Miss Shiraishi, I have a very direct question for you. You don't have to answer it now, in fact I would rather you took time to think about it."

"Tsukune, what," Moka started, but halted her question when Tsukune held a hand up.

Turning back to face her as best as he could he asked, "Would you like to come live with our family? Nobody deserves to live in a place they feel they are not wanted, nor attend school in the same. It may be some adjustment, and I'm not proposing that we adopt you, more that we become your guardians. If you decided to return to your parents at a later date we wouldn't stop you, but we would always welcome you back."

Moka felt tears welling up. Tsukune was truly the most wonderful man to ever live. Maybe she herself hadn't seen what her outer self had seen at first, but there was never any man, not even her own father, whom she could ever look at in this way. Now in this moment, on the side of the road, in the middle of the night, there was no place that she would rather be than at his side.

"Tsukune, I love you so much," she said quietly.