Life is a game

by HeWhoShouldn'tBeNamed

He woke up to a translucent blue text box. It comes with Stats, Quests and Skills. But how will he use this reality defying power? To survive all the beautiful women that so desperately want his affection of course! This must be that CHAR stats fault. He's sure of it. This wouldn't happen otherwise!

6. Round 1

Time passed and events happened. Kurumu had a rather traumatizing event involving a Madslug trying to blackmail her with lewd photos he had taken.

He forced her to skip club at a time when a serious deadline was due. Causing tension in the club group. And just a tad of resentment. Thankfully the situation was resolved when the Madslug took things too far and tried to bring Kurumu's friends into it.

Moka had gone to look for her after an argument with Tsukune about her lack of attendance, and how seriously Kurumu was taking their club. Moka was shot down from her objection when Tsukune brought up how she had been taking art classes while the club was looking for the missing girls, and how nobody held that against her. Tsukune had reasoned that Kurumu deserved the same benefit of the doubt. Even if he was peeved at doing the succubus's portion of the work.

It all came to a head when the guy took the original print of the paper the club had been laboring over. Casting the group into despair. Thankfully, Yukari discovered the blackmail and the club went to find and help their friend.

After splitting up to cover more ground, Moka was the first to find the girl. She had been cornered in a closet. The madslug had then attempted to assault both girls. It was then that Kurumu accessed a latent power from her Devil heritage. Succubi being stable off-shoots of Devils could sometimes use the Devil Power of Imagination.

Kurumu used it to make her illusions real and to trap the boy in an eternal nightmare. It was a dark day that turned a lot brighter with the help of her friends. And the group was closer than ever before due to it.

Currently, Tsukune was on the dorm lobby phone speaking to his mother. "Yes mom, I'm making sure to change my underwear and stay healthy. I've even been starting my days with a run, and showering before classes." He assured.

"That's wonderful Tsukune. We just got your midterms in the mail, and both your father and I are very proud of you. You're really applying yourself!"

Tsukune played with the cord as he tried not to blush. He never was good with being praised.

"Do you need any money? Your father just pulled in a large contract and the bonus was quite lucrative. We could spare a bit." She asked. But Tsukune refused.

"No mom. Honestly, I don't know what I could spend it on. Meals are provided here. And freshmen aren't allowed to leave campus."

"You make it sound so wonderful there. Perhaps your father and I should visit!" Kasumi joked.

The idea nearly gave Tsukune a heart attack. "N-No! No. Ahem, I don't think that's a good idea." Tsukune knew he had messed up when his mother hummed suspiciously.

"Now why on earth would't you want your mother and father to visit? Hmmm, is it a girl I wonder?"

Tsukune flushed up to his neck.

"No! Nothing like that! It's just, it's such a long trip, and there isn't anything to do aside from talk. I wouldn't want you to waste your time." He deflected. But he could tell his mother wasn't buying it. Sighing, he tried to calm down. "Look, I'm doing good here. I appreciate you worrying, but you don't need to. I've made some friends here. And I work in the newspaper club. Tomorrow were handing out papers at the front gate.

We all worked really hard. And I'm sure everyone will love them." The line was silent for a few seconds. Then his mother spoke again.

"Well, alright. If you're sure. Oh, your father is home! Alright sweety. I love you!"

Tsukune smiled. "I love you too mom. Say hi to dad for me." Then she hung up. Placing the phone back down, Tsukune sighed content.

"Were you talking to your family, Tsukune?"

"Gah!" He screamed startled. He wirled around to see it was Moka. She was dressed casual due to it being a Sunday.

She giggled at his reaction. "Sorry, Tsukune. Did I scare you?"

He rolled his eyes and muttered something unflattering about vampires being too stealthy. "Just…dont sneak up on me." Looking her over, he could only guess at one reason for her being here. "I suppose you're here for your fix, right?" He said unbuttoning his collar. But he stopped when Moka shook her head.

"Kind of you to offer, but no. Not now, anyway. I was actually heading to the cafeteria, and saw you. I thought it might be fun to eat together." she blushed. "Just the two of us." Tsukune blinked.

"Yes, of course!" He agreed happily. Wait, could this be considered…a date? He was glad Moka was walkong ahead of him, othwrwise she would have seen how scarlett Tsukune's face had become.

They sat at the tables enjoying their food. Moka had requested a traditional German dish known as 'Blood pudding', along with a side. Meanwhile, Tsukune was eating something more light. A simple sandwich.

From the look of the stuff Moka had gotten, it was exactly what it sounded like. Blood, but pudding. "I don't usually get this, because it's very unhealthy. But I haven't had it in a while, and wanted to treat myself." She explained at his curious look.

"I guess that explains why you didn't want my blood earlier." She smiled at him. Something that would be adorable if not for the fact her teeth were stained red. Still, he was a lot more comfortable around the subject than he used to be.

"Don't worry Tsukune. Your blood will always be my go to. After all-"

"We're on blood-sucking terms. I know." Tsukune finished for her. She happily nodded.

"I'm glad you understand." She said beaming before she went back to her pudding.

"So, I'm curious. What makes it so unhealthy? Blood is blood right?" Tsukune questioned.

Moka placed with her spoon in the bowl while she thought. "I suppose you're correct. But different blood sources have different nutrition levels. And some taste really good but are super unhealthy for you. Think of a really big, greasy burger. With all the toppings. It tastes delicious, and as long as you only have it every once in a while, it won't have any negative effect of your health. But if all you ate was that big burger, it would start to affect your health. Get what I'm saying?"

Tsukune could see what she meant. Kind of. He looked at the pudding dubiously.

"Would you like to try?" She offered. He frowned at her confused.

"I don't know if that's a good idea." He said hesitantly.

She smiled and offered him an outstretched spoon. "It's fine. Even humans can eat this. The blood is cleaned in the process of the pudding preparation. Say ahh!"

Figuring worst the case scenario he got an upset stomach, Tsukune said Ah and took the offered spoon into his mouth.

It was…pretty good actually. Like, really good. Uncomfortably good. It satisfied some dark part of him, and he wasn't sure if that was good or bad. But the taste was superb. He'd have to make a point to order it for himself every once in a while.

"Good right? You seemed to enjoy that." He had and he nodded to tell her that. Savoring the aftertaste. "Some races enjoy blood more than others. Obviously, as a vampire, I consume it to live. But a lot of species find it yummy too. Oh, um. Since we're alone, I was wondering.

I know we're not supposed to tell anyone about our true forms. But you know mine, Kurumu's, and Yukari's. And we all know each others. But I can't remember if you told me yours, and I'm curious." Moka asked interested.

With the food court being empty, Tsukune didn't see a problem telling Moka. "I'm an infernal." He explained. That was about all he knew. Aside from some educated Guesses.

"What's an Infernal?" Moka asked curiously. Tsukune sighed. So much for that plan.

"Honestly, I don't know. I control fire. And I think my race is from Hell. Maybe some off shoot of whatever devils are." He knew Kurumu talked about the devils due to her mother growing up in hell. But he had no idea what they were. Nevermind what they looked like. And it wasn't exactly like he could tell her about the gamer system. "Kurumu thinks that someone in my family cheated or something a few generations back. It's as good an explanation as any, because both my parents are firmly human."

Moka hummed. "I wouldn't know. I never studied the genealogy of devils as a child. But changing the subject, how are your parents? I heard you talking with your mom. How are they taking the fact your not human?"

Tsukune drummed his hand along the table. "Honestly, I haven't told them."

"Oh." was all Moka said.

"And I don't plan to either. Not as long as I can help it."

She was silent for a moment. "That's probably for the best. Your story isn't that uncommon, I'm afraid. And families reactions can be, mixed. To say the least."

He swallowed a bite of his sandwich and smiled. "I still love them. And I doubt they would reject me. It just…isn't something that comes up in conversation over the phone. You know?" Moka nodded. "What's your family like, Moka? If you don't mind me asking."

He sensed he had asked the wrong question when Moka became sad and distant. "I-"

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to." He assured.

Moka shook her head. "No, it's fine. It's just a bit of a weird dynamic is all. You see, vampires live extremely long lives. On top of that, it's an unofficial rule that girls are born at a much higher ratio than boys.

What I'm trying to say is, in my early years, back when I was the other Moka, we had one father, and two mothers.

Polygamy isn't that unusual for vampires. Especially with our gender ratio so skewed. To put it into perspective, I actually have three sisters. Two older, and one younger. My older sisters have centuries on myself. While my younger sister is just a year younger.

Additionally, things between us are…i suppose tense would be the best word."

Tsukune motioned for her to go on, curious now.

"My oldest sister, Akua, is a little younger than two hundred. She was born of my fathers first wife. So really, they're all my half sisters.

As a rule, the more powerful a vampire is, the more difficult it is to have children. My mother was very powerful. And my father was no slouch. So it took two entire centuries for my conception.

Akua can be kind, but she demands respect and elegance in everything. I love her, but her need to control everything pushed me away from her.

Next is Kahlua. She was the girliest of us all. She's around a hundred and fifty. Despite that, and the fact she looks the most physically mature of us all, she has the mind of a child. Her mother did something to her as a small child and I don't think she ever recovered. My father was able to make her stable enough to live with though. So long as she doesn't cry.

Despite all that, I think she was my favorite growing up. She was always ready to spar with me or play dolls. It didn't matter to her because it required the same amount of effort. And all she ever wanted was to spend time with her sisters." Moka looked a bit sad before moving on.

"Then there is myself of course. I am the third daughter of the Lord Issa Shuzen. Official body guard and hitman for the Dark queen."

"Hold on." Tsukune interrupted. "Vampires have a queen?"

Moka nodded. "Yes. But she's currently slumbering. The royal family is the holder of the Shinso. A powerful bloodline that allows the royal line to rule. 200 years ago, the queen took her position by defeating a great monster that fed on vampiric blood.

That's who my father serves and what gives him his position. Does that help?"

Tsukune nodded and assimilated the new information.

"Finally, there is my sister Kokoa." Moka grumbled darkly. "She's a menace!" Tsukune leaned back not expecting Moka's outburst. "She used to chase me from human school to human school! Attacking me in the middle of class dressed like a killer from an American slasher fic. I was expelled twice im one year once because of her! Twice! From two separate schools!" this might have been the most animated Tsukune had ever seen Moka.

"Why would she do that? Does she hate you?" Tsukune asked in between bites.

Moka took a moment to collect herself. "Well, it's complicated. Technically, she hates me. But she loves the other Moka. She has it in her head that if she can just get rid of me, the other Moka will take my place. She views that Moka as the true Moka. When, in reality, it's a bit more complicated."

Tsukune remembered something then. Something the other Moka had said. It was probably stupid, but he wanted to ask about it. "Hey, speaking of the other Moka, do you mind if I speak with her?"

Moka paused in putting a bite in her mouth. "Um, why?" She asked confused. The other Moka could be cruel and abrasive. Why would he intentionally want to speak with her when they weren't in danger?

"Please?" He asked pleadingly.

Moka sighed and puffed out her chest. "Fine. But my pudding had better be here when I return!" She conditioned. Tsukune chuckled as he reached for the rosary. She pulled back. "I'm serious. If my pudding has been eaten I really will be upset." Tsukune promised to protect Moka's pudding. Only then did she allow him to grasp her seal and tug.

The power flooded out like usual, but as he gained strength, he noted it was effecting him less and less.

Crimson pools opened and contracted on him. Then she looked down. "Is this blood pudding? Is that girl trying to make me fat?" She put her fingers around the bowl with the intention of throwing the crime against her body away. Only to be stopped by Tsukune's hand. Narrowing her eyes at him, she quirked a silver eyebrow. " Is there a reason you are supporting such an unhealthy habit?"

Tsukune shrugged. "I promised her it would be here when she got back." He told Moka simply. Moka eyed the bowl as if it offended her, and pushed it off to the side. She muttered about how eating a whole cake would be preferable.

" So, I see no imminent battle. Surely you didn't remove my seal in a public area with no intention. It tends to cause the masses to flee."

Tsukune chuckled. "It was actually empty before you got here. And I asked to release you because I wanted to talk."

Her posture shifted from alertness to curiosity. " Talk? You want to talk with me? Truly? You must understand why I find that so hard to believe."

"I get it, you're a little anti-social. Sorry for putting you on the spot like this." Tsukune said with the slightest bit of humor.

Moka pulled back, her face a mask of beauty and elegance that hid any true emotion. "It is not I who fears people, Aono Tsukune. But the people who fear me. And I care not for their opinions."

Tsukune nodded as if that didn't sound like anti-social behavior. He wasnt here to help Moka through therapy. "I just wanted to ask some questions."

She relaxed a bit. Her face becoming ever so softer. " Very well. Ask, and I may answer."

Tsukune got the big one out of the way first. "When we last spoke, you said something about me joining your court if I proved worthy. What is that."

She sat thinking for a moment. " A vampires court is much like a Devil's peerage. They are the family you choose. Servants and trusted companions simultaneously. Often times, the head may select lovers from their court, and it is seen as socially acceptable.

Make no mistake however. This would not be an invitation for you to become my lover. You have not earned that. And it is doubtful you ever will." She shifted as she changed the dominate leg that was crossed.

"Still, I find your company, surprisingly agreeable with every consecutive meeting we have. The fact you are stronger in every meeting is just a welcomed bonus."

Moka took a sip of her counterpart's tea. Cringing at the taste and grumbling about too much sugar. " While we are on the subject of lovers, you should know so as to not get your hopes up. I have noticed you becoming close to the other Moka. I don't mind this. That girl needs companionship.

But do not overstep your bounds. This body is mine. I am the original inhabitant. If things were to progress with yourself and her, and things became physical, it would not end well for you.

I have duties to fulfill as the noble daughter of an ancient vampire clan. Do not tempt the consequences of such a foolish action. Lest you find yourself and your entire line wiped from history." Tsukune gulped at the serious turn in the conversation.

"Understood, Moka. Thank you for clearing that up." It was a bitter pill to swallow. But in the end, he did have to respect that it was her body also. Him and the pink Moka hadn't even been on a date yet. Unless he counted this. But this Moka had already set her boundaries. And Tsukune believed in respecting those. Even if this seemed to have come up out of nowhere.

"Do you have any other questions?"

He did. Though they weren't a priority. Still, at this rate, he didn't think him and this Moka would ever be on friendly terms. All she seemed to want was to fight and sleep.

Wait, that was it!

"There is one more thing, so long as you're fine with it." He said wondering if this was a good idea.

"Oh? Speak then." She commanded.

"Fight me." He said. Her facade cracked for a second as she nearly fell out of the stool she was sitting on.

" What? I-I mean. What do you mean, fight you? Why would I pursue such a pointless endeavor?"

Tsukune grinned because he knew he had her now. Her mouth and posture were dismissive, but her eyes gleened in intrigue. "I want to see how strong I've become. You want to work off that unhealthy meal, I assume..so fight me. I don't expect to win, but I want to see how long I can last. Just as a measurement tool."

She scoffed. " Don't be a fool. I could kill you by accident. Then the other Moka would be sad. Why not save yourself the pain?"

He stood up and leaned over her sitting form. "I want to fight you because you're an insurmountable wall. I want to throw myself at the wall until I can climb over it." He declared defiantly hoping she would take the bait and try to 'Put him in his place.' But Moka took control of the conversation another way. Her dark eyes sparkled mischievously.

"Such a bold declaration of your intentions. You intend to throw yourself at me until you feel I will let you mount me?" Any bravdo Tsukune had mustered up was swiftly destroyed as his face went red and the wind left his sails. He stuttered out that he hadn't meant it like that, but Moka began to laugh. It was her pleasant laugh. The one that made Tsukune's heart skip a beat. " Very well. Who am I to deny such conviction. What do they call this? A man's spirit?"

Tsukune was left to grumble as they left the cafeteria to find somewhere to fight.

Quest alert!: A spar with the champ!

Objective: Stay in the fight for one minute!

Bonus objective: Stay in the fight for two minutes!

Extra!: For every minute after two you will gain 100XP!

REWARD!:

200XP

One book of supernatural Martial arts!

The clearing they found was actually closer to the cliff's than the school. Tsukune shedded off his blazer and shirt. He was left in his shoes, and pants. When Moka saw this, she raised an eyebrow.

" Striping already? My, you are confident about your victory." She teased.

Tsukune smiled back at her. "Nothing like that. It's just I have more pants clean for when these get ripped and dirty. But this is my last good shirt. The others have holes in them from one thing or another. And I just told my mom I don't need any more money to buy new ones."

He folded the articles and placed them off to the side. "So, we should have some rules. Mostly for my protection."

Moka shifted on her hip, motioning to go on. "When I say stop, we stop. Is that alright?"

" Don't be a coward, Tsukune. Your regeneration will keep you alive so long as I am not trying to kill you."

Tsukune shook his head. "Normally, yes. But it has an upper limit. Once my body takes too much damage at once, that's it. I'm dead."

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion.

" I've never heard of such a condition. But I suppose such a powerful regeneration must have downsides. Normally, I would assume it would cause you to have a fever and potentially die of overheating. But considering you self ignite, I suppose it couldn't be that.

I also would like to add a condition."

Tsukune nodded. Happy that she was engaging.

" I request you don't ignite yourself. While your clothes may be immune to fire, mine are not. I have no interest in being nude in your presence once more. Twice is enough for this decade." She was teasing him, but it was true that she was in casual clothes.

Tsukune hypothesized that the school uniform was resistant to monster transformations and their effects. Hence why none of his uniforms were burned to cinders. He nodded at her request none the less.

"Ready?" He asked and she nodded. A bar appeared over Moka's head. As well as a red skull.

Moka Akashiya: The Vampiric Undesputed Champion(BOSS) LVL 67

That level difference was intimidating. But she had said she would stop when he asked. "Go!" He said as he burst forward at max speed. At the last stride before he would reach her he dove his foot into the ground and went for a flying punch. He actually thought his blow might land before she tilted back slightly and a wall of alabaster slammed into his gut!

-100HP

He landed in a roll before charging again. He was fast and closed the distance in les than a second. She was faster as she side stepped him and kept her legs out. She hooked her foot in his ankle and let him stumble. At the speed he was going he rolled several times embaracingly and landed upside down against the trunk of a tree.

-40HP

She looked on amused. " Is this the best you can do Tsukune? Run at me and fall over?" She teased.

Tsukune narrowed his eyes at her challenge. He pushed off the tree and landed on his feet. Only to just barely duck the flying kick that was sent his way. The tip of his nose scraped against Moka's shin as she flew through the air. Behind him, a tree was split in two. He jumped out of the way of it's falling trunk.

Tsukune jumped back again as Moka landed where he had been standing. The ground under where she had stomped was cracked.

"I thought you wanted to fight! Stop dodging like a monkey and come here!" She declared. Tsukune took the next blow to his chest as her foot had zoomed up to meet him.

-100HP

Tsukune decided to throw a ember at her face. She dodged of course, but he threw a punch in the opposite direction of where he had aimed the ember. She dodged that too. But only barely. His fist actually brushed against her silver hair.

She retaliated by leaning into her pivot and spinning. Her foot dove into him with significantly more force than before. Tsukune saw white as he felt himself shoot through the air.

-300HP

Then his flailing body smashed into the trunk of a tree.

-100HP

And he went right through the thick wood like it was made of paper.

-100HP

And then through another.

-100HP

And another.

He landed after skidding through the dirt for several feet. The back of his pants had been completely destroyed, leaving him in tattered underwear.

He groaned as he tried to get up. This…in hind site, this was a bad idea. Moka was just so ridiculously strong, it wasn't even a fight. She was humoring him. That one time he had gotten even close to her, she had breifly taken him seriously. And this was the result.

He laid there for a second regaining his bearings. Several icons was under his HUD that showed a bone broken. When he tried to move, he figured out which ones. His left arm, and probably a rib or two. Still, something about the gamer system allowed him to ignore the pain. Or at the very least push it down to a throb.

His health sat at just over one half. "Ow." He said as he sat up. He heard Moka walk into the clearing and she paused when she saw his state. Her mask fell for a moment and she looked worried, then she looked ashamed.

He got to his knees and pulled up his working arm into a fighters pose. His left dangled at his side. He was ready for her next move. He ran through a simulation and came up with a strategy.

But Moka had other ideas. " Stop. We're done." She degcreed.

Tsukune was stunned. "But it's not even been a full minute! I can still fight!"

Moka shook her head. " Tsukune, no. Look at yourself. Your ribs are bruised, and your left arm is broken. It's clear you are not up to the challenge.

You're strong Tsukune. But you're not anywhere close to my level. Just stop and the other Moka can help you get to the hospital."

He grit his teeth. She thought he wasn't worth her time. A notification appeared in the front of him.

Race Skill: (Ember) Has been maxed out. Would you like to evolve?

He blinked and thought in the affirmative.

Skill Evolution!

Race Skill (Ember) has now become (Fireball!)

(Fireball)

Use MP to launch a concussive ball of fire at your opponent in a Area Of Effect blast!

He looked at her defiantly. "The deal was, I said when we stop. I'm not done yet." He declared. Moka's mask turned into a scowl. She marched toward him intent on just taking the rosary and going back to sleep. But she wasn't expecting Tsukune to have dark red wings burst out of his back and for him to take to the sky.

She stared at the spot he had been in surprise before feeling the powerful urge to roll her eyes and scoff. " Just like a boy to be finished in under a minute and insist he could continue." She grumbled as she looked up. He was above her in the air hovering. " You know this didn't work for the succubus. Why do you think it will work for you?" She questioned. But he remained up in the air. She sighed. Akua had once said that some lessons could only be learned the hard way. And despite how much it irked Moka, Akua was usually right.

Moka leapt up into the air, intent on kicking Tsukune down. But Tsukune was waiting for just that. He flew back a bit and took advantage of the fact she couldn't control her flight in the air.

She didn't see the point until Tsukune did that thing where he blew smoke. It sunk with her and clouded her vision when she landed. " Do you think this a plan? That I don't know where you are? Tsukune, this only shows your inexperience." She called up through the haze.

"Allow me to divine your plan. You cannot fight me at close range, because I am your vast superior. So, you've decided to make this a long range battle. In order to keep me from simply snatching you out of the air, you've impaired my visibility.

On its face, all the parts for a good plan exist. But you didn't account for your own weakness. I may not be able to see you, but you can't see me either.

If you attempt to spit one of your gobs of fire at me, you are extremely likily to miss. And if I see it's direction, I'll know where to jump.

At the same time Tsukune, the smoke will soon disperse. I've seen how it works. It only stays for a short while.

Even if you do hit me, Tsukune, it won't be enough to bring me down. It will just tell me your position.

You are not ready for an advisory of my caliper. Give up this foolishness."

Moka lectured from her place within the cloud.

She felt the gob of fire before she saw it lighting the darkness of the haze. " Got yo-ugh!" She coughed out as an explosion sent her flying. Not enough to hurt her. But enough to throw her unready self a few feet. What was that? She knew he couldn't make explosions. She rationalized he must have thown an ignited Boulder or something similar in the general direction of her voice.

Then she was slammed with another explosion. And then another. And another. And another. She was thrown about in the dark. Breifly losing her sense of up or down. Her body with stood the attacks easily, but her entire fighting style required her to have a firm foot on the ground. She was thrown one way or the other. Fire and shock waves knocking her back and forth until the smoke cleared and it all stopped.

She laid on the ground, dizzy. She blinked as her eyes tried to focus after a those explosion flashes. Standing up, she heard Tsukune land behind her. He slumped and his legs have out.

She turned to him intent on giving the boy a piece of her mind. But when he saw her he turned away blushing. Moka was confused by his reaction until she felt a breeze.

Her clothes had been torn to hell, and she was exposed in front of Tsukune. Again.

The urge to scream in frustration was pushed down as Moka struggled to place her mask of elegance and control back on.

She would yell at him after. For now. " Where did you put your shirt and blazer?" She demanded.

He was slow to realize her question, but once he did he quickly got up and ran off to retrieve them. She noticed he was…a bit blank faced. Most likely post battle exhaustion. And the pain of foolishly fighting with a broken limb.

Sitting in the clearing and covering herself, she pondered on this. He had gotten stronger again. This time right in front of her. She could see a pattern forming. He grew in the face of adversity. This challenge was foolish on his part. But now he would know his proper place in relation to her.

"Here." He said blankly as he handed her his folded shirt and blazer. He contenued to stand there like some kind of dope.

" Turn around." She demanded.

"Oh, right." He said and did so. She put the shirt on and used the remnants of her dress to cover the front of her crotch and hung down to her knees. She tied his blazer so it covered her bare ass cheeks.

" Are you alright?" She asked when looking at his blank face.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. It just a bit hard to think when I run out of magic. I'm getting better as it refills. Slowly." Tsukune explained. And he really was odd. She had never heard about a creature so strange. "So, I realize we could both technically still fight. But, maybe we should call it here." He offered.

Moka snorted. " We should have called it done when I said to. But fine, I accept your defeat." Moka smirked at him. "I suppose you won't be getting the right to mount me anytime soon." She teased and Tsukune went crimson.

"How do you even know these things?" He complained as they began the walk back to the dorms. Niether he nor Moka wanted to explain why they were out in the woods basically naked. So Moka's aura was a natural 'Fuck off' feild that kept people away.

Moka giggled. " My sister Akua was always quite vocal about the disappointment of men. She had a sharp tongue, and would be quick to shred any suiters.

It was always amusing watching someone so small make grown men break down into tears." She chuckled. Tsukune didn't know who this Akua was, but from a discriptions, she was scary. " Between you and me, I don't think she swung that way. Akua always had a much stronger interest in the maids of the suiters more than the men themselves. Then again, she is one to proudly proclaim that her one and only love is battle and carnage. So who knows."

Tsukune fingered the rosary in his destroyed pants. "I've been meaning to ask. What's it like, when the seal goes on? I know the other Moka comes out. But what happens to you?"

She looked at him through her bangs as they walked before her eyes went forward. " It's like…falling asleep in the most satisfying way. Like you've laid back down after being awoken on a stormy night. When the seal is placed on, I sleep. And when I sleep, I dream." She explained.

Tsukune nodded interested. "What do you dream about?" He asked.

"Many things. Sometimes I see what the other Moka sees. I watch passively as if through a mirror while I float in a warm oblivion.

Sometimes I relive memories.

Sometimes I don't dream at all.

Sometimes…I have nightmares.

But not often."

"That sounds…lonely." He said softly.

Moka shrugged. " It can be. But it is necessary."

Tsukune frowned. "Why?" He asked. That caused Moka to stop. Her face looked confused.

Moka actually stopped in her steps and looked confused. " I don't…remember." She said disconcerted. " But…I remember it was something my mother asked me to do. And that's all the reason I need. I will live for an eternity.

I don't mind spending a few decades in slumber."

They reached the dorms and Moka demanded her rosary. She was intent on putting it on once she was in her room. But before she did that, she looked at his arm worried. " Will you need medical attention?" She asked him.

Tsukune looked down at his crooked arm. He could feel the lainfuk throb of it. But, for some reason he was able to ignore it. He assumed it had to do with how resiliant his body was. As for healing, he wasn't worried. "No. I'll be fine. I can recover from ptetty much anything as long as I get a good nights sleep"

She looked at him skeptically, but allowed him to look aftwr himself. They parted ways after that.

Tsukune entered his dorm room and slumped against the door. Thankfully, nobody had been in the hallway to see his semi-nude state. Of the crookedness of his arm.

He had been humbled today. Moka had played with him. And when he had made her get serious, it wasn't even a contest. He could tell after fighting her that he wasn't up to par. And it went beyond just the physical differences. When he was fighting her, he felt like a flailing child.

Her movements were so graceful and practiced. He wasted so much movement. Her eyes had followed his wide swings with lazy interest.

He needed to confront the fact he had no technique. His usually strategy of overwhelming his oponent with speed and tricks hadn't worked. And while he felt he could negate a lot of her advantage by igniting, Moka had shown how powerful a vampire's resistance was.

He had done the equivalent of carpet bombing Moka, and after she was done being knocked around, she had gotten up no worse for ware. Even if the area around them had been decimated.

It made Tsukune wonder about the upper limit of Moka's durability. Was she effectively bullet proof? His explosions seemed like they had the power of one of those mortars from a World War II documentary he had once seen. It definitely wasn't a technique he would employ on anyone he didn't want to seriously hurt. Maybe even kill.

Tsukune may be some kind of Devil monster thing now, but he didn't want to kill anyone. Even out of self defense.

Now properly humbled, he winced when he realized that Moka had his only clean shirt and blazer. Sighing, he gathered his things to do laundry. He had clean pants. So hopefully none of the boys would care that he was shirtless.

Later when he was in bed, he looked over his notifications.

Quest complete!: A Spar With the Champ!

REWARD!

200XP

One skill book!: Book of supernatural Martial arts!

It appeared and dropped onto his chest. Sitting up, he examined it. It looked, offputtingly simple. An orange book with the Title "Supernatural Martial Arts" on the cover. It had no artwork or illustrations. It wasn't even that thick. He opened it, only for it to be blank. A notification popped up.

Learn skill: Supernatural Martial Arts? Y/N

He selected Y.

Skill aquired! Supernatural Martial Arts!

0/100

He blinked as he was suddenly aware of how to preform martial arts. It was…weird. He had the knowledge of how to move in different ways he didn't before. He couldn't exactly discribe it, but it was like he had the knowledge downloaded into his brain and now needed only practice it.

It was all so strange. Everything about this power. It it only kept getting stranger. But, if it meant that he got to spend time with his friends. And maybe keep them and himself safe, well he couldn't honestly find reason to complain. That's what he thought as he drifted off to sleep.

Back with Moka. She was absolutely furious! Not only had her other self and Tsukune destroyed her clothes and left her to wake up in her dorm room in tattered rags. But her blood pudding was nowhere to be found! She asked for one thing!

Sighing at the unfairness, she went to her dresser to changed. Tomorrow, she would give Tsukune a piece of her mind! At the very least, he owed her a new outfit.

She pulled the remnants of her cloths off and cast them into the trashbin. That's when she noticed. She was wearing an oversized shirt and blazer.

"Where did, this come from?" She wondered as she held the shirt in her hands. Sniffing it slightly, her eyes widened when she recognized the scent. "T-tsukune?!"

She blushed heavily at the implications of smelling a boy's clothing. She was thankful nobody could see her here. She would have to return it in the morning. It was the only thing she could think of. And demand he replace her clothes!

The next day. Tsukune had gotten up extra early to call his mother. After explaining he had accidently destroyed a friends clothing, he asked for the nessisary funds to replace it be sent his way. He had made sure to remain gender neutral while explaining things. But his mother had still been suspicous, explaining in a knowing tone that 'Of course we can send you money to replace your friends clothing.'

As long as the money was sent, he supposed he had no night to complain. Sighing at the hole in his shirt, Teukune made sure button up hie blazer. He needed to be presentable after all. Thankfully, a nights sleep had healed gis arm to perfection. As well as cleared uo any other status effects.

It was time to pass out Newspapers today. Gin had said that he had arranged it with faculty to set up a table outside the school gate. That meant they all needed to be at the school earlier than normal.

Tsukune actually had to cut his run short today due to everything going on. The first person he saw in the club room was Moka assisting Gin with putting papers on a cart.

"Good morning, Moka, Gin." He greeted. He started helping Gin with the fold up chairs and table.

"Good morning Tsukune, glad you could make it!" Gin greeted as he wheeled the cart passed Tsukune and out the door.

Moka looked annoyed at him as she passed him. "Moka! Good morning." He greeted again. But she just tossed him a bag. He caught it and looked inside. It was his shirt and blazer from yesterday.

"I expect you to pay to replace my outfit." She scolded. "You destroyed it while you were having your fun with the other Moka. And I don't appreciate waking up in torn clothes, with nothing to cover myself except your shirt and blazer!"

Ahead, Gin's ears perked up at what Moka was saying.

Tsukune blushed and that made Gin extremely suspicious. "Sorry Moka. Your other self was really…rough. I thought I could handle her, but she led me around by the nose. The whole time I think she was just playing with me.

I thought I made her serious at one point. But that's when she got me with her experience. I had to try some new stuff I didn't have much experience with. It worked for a bit, but in the end the other Moka was less than impressed with me. I got cocky, and I think she wasn't very satisfied with how it turned out. Me either, really. I actually got a but hurt in the process. Nothing a good nights sleep couldn't fix, but still. Now I know I need to work on my technique more than just relying on speed, power, and tricks."

Moka frowned. "Fine, I forgive you. But next time tell me that you plan on doing that first. I don't want any other outfits to be ruined."

Tsukune nodded and went back to following Gin. Who was grinning perversely for some reason. Tsukune justified it as Gin being Gin and didn't give it any more thought. As they exited the building they met up with Kurumu and Yukari.

Both didn't look so good. It was clear that they weren't used to waking up so early. Greeting and grunts were exchanged as the club went about setting up the table and chairs.

Gin instructed the girls themselves to pass out the papers while he and Tsukune would remain with the cart and make sure that stacks didn't run low.

It was a slow trickle at first. But as soon as students saw who was passing out the papers a line began to form.

Tsukune rolled his eyes at Gin's less than sublte plan to use the girl's popularity as a selling point. But seeing the line and how fast he and Gin needed to replace the girl's piles, it wasn't like he could argue with the results.

The group bantered in-between rushes. There we're moments when several minutes passed between groups ariving at the school. It was in this time that Moka got her morning fix, and Kurumu took the chance to glomp Tsukune.

They laughed and argued, it was everything Tsukune could ever want out of a friend circle.

They had gotten down to about half stock when it happened. A group of students dressed in black pushed their ways through the lines and up to the front. Some students protested. But those protests were silenced when it was discovered who had shoved them.

In the back, Tsukune saw Gin visibly stiffen and scowl harshly. "What's wrong? Who are they?" He asked on edge. Whoever they were, they didn't look friendly.

Gin masked a snarl. "The Public Safety Commission.

Listen, keep your mouth shut. All of you." He addressed the girls in front. "I mean it. Let me do the talking."

The black clad students who were pushing people aside broke formation to make way for the two people behind them. A woman with purple hair and a cropped blazer, and a tall blonde man. From the students surrounding the two's posture, he was their leader.

"Salutations." He greeted in a smooth, almost mocking voice. "I am Kuyou, head of the Public Safety Commission."

Kuyou approached and examined the table and it's contents. "Pleased to make your aquatence."

Moka tried to hand him a news paper, but Gin was there stilling her arm. Tsukune hadn't even seen move. The blonde grinned when he saw Gin.

"Ginei Morioka. What a wonderful…surprise. You are well, I see." Kuyou asked with a mocking smile. The woman behind him grinned with malice, making Tsukune believe that there was an inside joke he was missing.

Grin smiled stiffly. "As well as can be expected, under the circumstances."

Kuyou's smile was all teeth. "And I see you are still in the newspaper club. How very, dedicated." Kuyou snatched the offered newspaper from Moka's hand and gave it a once over. "I must say, the work on this is quite good. Almost professional, if I do say so. There is just one flaw I can see." Kuyou paused and it was Tsukune who answered his unasked prompt.

"What is it?"

Kuyou smashed the table with his fist. It caved and all the papers dropped onto the ground. Moka, Kurumu, and Yukari had thankfully stood up seconds earlier due to Gin's unease.

Lifting his fist out of the wreckage, Kuyou grinned. "You were not authorized to hand out paper's here."

Gin held up his hand to stop anyone from attacking Kuyou. They would have just ignored Gin, if not for the genuine fearful tightness around his eyes. Gin may be acting calm, but for anyone who knew him, he was absolutely terrified.

For Gin to be afraid of someone to this extent, it drove the point home that this Kuyou was not someone to be trifled with.

"The Public Safety Commission has not inspected this site. We were not asked about it. Do you see how that might be a problem? How are we to keep the population safe if things like this are not approved by us?

We are order, you see. When you defy order, it becomes chaos! When you defy us, you become an agent of Chaos!" Kuyou made a visible effort to smooth the zealous anger off of his face. "We protect the peace of this academy. If you are doing something on the school grounds, you must get our approval. Anything less is the actings of a rouge gang!" He held up the newspaper that the clasped in his hands, and it began to smolder before it ignited. He tossed the ashes away without any care. Glancing at the piles of newspaper strewn across the ground, he sneered. "It is against the rules to litter on school grounds. Clean this trash up." Then he turned around and walked away.

Kurumu forgot her fear for a second and took a step forward with the intention of giving the boy a piece of her mind. Gin didn't have time to stop her however because the girl with purple hair spit something out of her mouth at Kurumu.

It was a splattered against Kurumu's arm and made it stick to the wall. She struggled to get free, and the purple haired girl happily mocked Kurumu as she used her foot to grind the papers into the dirt.

Tsukune didn't know what to do. He would intervene if things became violent, regardless of the consequences. But his fight with Moka had reminded him that he wasn't top dog here by any means. Tsukune couldn't beat Gin. Gin was afraid of Kuyou. So logically, Tsukune didn't have a snowball's chance in hell of beating Kuyou.

"Keito." Kuyou addressed the purple haired girl. "Keep an eye on them, just in case they have any ideas about disobedience." Keito nodded while smiling sadistically. Kuyou sneered and left, leaving them with the keito.

"Well? You have your orders! Clean this mess up!" She ordered.

Neither Tsukune nor any of the girls moved. Unsure as to what shey should do. That was when Gin got down on his hands and knees and began picking up news papers and placing them in a stack on the cart.

Tsukune hesitantly helped him, unsure what else to do. That prompted everyone except Kurumu to assist them. The remnants of the table were soon taken away, and Tsukune tore the strands of web attaching Kurumu to the wall off her wrist.

She looked at him infuriated, but all he could do was shake his head. Keito nodded smugly as they took their cart back inside, but she didn't follow.

Back in their club room, the group sat around depressed. Tsukune didn't know what to say. And it seemed that niether did anyone else.

Gin was the most despondent. He sat away from the rest looking out the window while holding something in his hands.

"Gin, who was that?" Tsukune finally asked when the silence became too much to bare. Gin flinched and shook his head. He had been lost in thought. Gin put whatever was in his hand back into his pocket, and sighed deeply.

"The public Safety Commission." He said like it answered everything. Except it didn't. Tsukune pressed on.

"I got that, but why were they able to dismantle our stand. I understand that Kuyou might be strong, but we had faculty approval."

Gin shook his head. "That doesn't matter. Tsukune, never forget that despite the facade we all put on, in the end, we're all monsters. The strongest make the rules here. And Kuyou is strong.

Stronger than me. Stronger than the teachers. In fact the only person he's weaker to here is probably the headmaster. The PSC is similar to a student police. With the backing of the headmaster. They are supposed to stop evil and enforce school rules. And maybe at one point they did do that, but not as long as I've been here. In the time I've been here, they've only been a gang that uses their offical position to take advantage of students.

It's become corrupt to the core. They barely do their jobs as is. And are more likely to institute the evil they were created to oppose.

They're basically Yakuza. Except Yakuza have the decency to follow through after getting their protection money. The PSC can't even be bothered to do that." The defeat in Gin's voice was disheartening.

Tsukune frowned. "So that's it. We just give up?"

Gin shrugged. "I don't have the cash, so I guess we'll have to disolve the club."

"Absolutely not!" Moka protested!

"No!" Yukari demanded.

"Fat chance!" Kurumu asserted.

Gin grit his teeth and stood up. "Don't you understand what's at stake! This isn't a game! We have to get rid of these newspapers. Burn them! If we resist, they'll just kill us! Just like-" Then Gin clamped up. His face went from a flustered shade of red to a chalk white. His eyes looked off into the distance. It was like he was trapped in a bad memory. Then he shook his head clear and clenched his fists. "Just…stay here. I need some space to think. And don't do anything stupid!" He said as he stormed out.

Everyone was unsettled by the usually unflappable club president. Tsukune looked at the pile of unused papers sitting in a haphazard pile.

"What is his problem?!" Kurumu vented angrily. She was clearly upset by the situation, the same as everyone else. "What right does he have to order us around?!"

Tsukune put up his hands to calm the excitable girl. "Kurumu, I think something more is going on here."

"Yeah, I've never seen Gin act like that before. Even when it was a full moon. He looked…" Moka struggled to come up with the right word.

"Alarmed? Apprehensive? Panic stricken?" Yukari tried to offer.

"Scared. Gin looked scared. And not just for his own life. For us too. Remember when he stopped us outside? And just now, did you see how he was looking off into the distance? Something is definitely up. And I think it all started when Kuyou said Gin was dedicated. Like they've butted heads before. Something happened. Something we don't know about." Tsukune thought out loud.

Moka looked thoughtful. "A mystery." She said while pondering it.

Kurumu hopped on top of a desk, making sure to flash Tsukune her panties in the process. He in return pretended not to notice. Huffing, she began to fiddle with the rims of her socks. "Well, ignoring that. The real question is, what are we going to do?" She looked up at them all earnestly. Searching for a solution, if there was any. But nobody could think of one.

Tsukune sighed and made his way over to the cart. He picked up any wood remnants or paper that had fallen off and began taking that to the door.

"Tsukune, what are you doing?" Moka asked looking at him oddly. Everyone else was looking at him too, Moka had just asked first.

"Gin wanted these burned. I was going to take them to the incinerator. Should beast for me because, well, you know." He couldn't say anything further because Kurumu was blocking the doorway.

"No way! You can't! We all worked so hard on this! It has the interviews from all those girls Ishigami Kidnapped. What about them. If not for us, nobody will hear their story!" Tsukune's heart sank with her. They stood in the doorway for several minutes before she deflated. She grit her teeth and stepped out of the way.

He was halfway down the hallway when he saw she was behind him. He didn't speak, but gave her a questioning look.

She avoided eye contact with him.

Outside, Tsukune opened the iron doors to the incinerator. He took the broken table legs and spit a glob of Ember to spark a strong fire. Kurumu stood behind him with a box filled with news papers. But she didn't toss them in. Rather, she hugged them to herself.

"What if we…just told everyone we burned them. And, we kept them." She asked while staring between the box and the fire.

Tsukune could only be honest with her. "I think that's a great start to a hording complex." He half joked.

She half giggled, but it died after a second. "It's just, these news papers are like a treasure to me. I made them with you, and Moka, and even Yukari. It's something we made together. And to just throw it into a fire because some people I've never heard of told us to.

It feels like I throwing in my own child.

And now those Public Safety people think they can tell us what we can and can't do?! To trample on our work! Our blood, sweat and tears! I can never forgive them!" Tsukune didn't know what to say. She was crying slightly as she clutched the box close. And Tsukune never was good at dealing with crying girls.

They remained in silence. The only sound being the crackling of wood burning. His time in the newspaper club had been amazing. It was everything he had wanted and more out of a club. And it seemed Kurumu had connected with it even deeper. Accociating it with her friends.

Then the box was violently ripped out of Kurumu's arms by a long white thread. Tsukune followed it with his eyes to see Keito catch the box in her arms. She cackled at them both from her position titeroping between two trees. "Hilarious! Absolutely hilarious! And stupid! Truly, your club doesn't learn. And I'm begining to see a common thread.

But he will be delt with leter. For now, it's time to get rid of this trash!" Tsukune's eyes followed the box as it was slung expertly toward the fire. But even if his eyes could follow it, that didn't mean he was fast enough to stop it from happening. Kurumu cried out in emotional anguish as the thin parchment went ablaze.

Gritting his teeth, he turned around and looked at Keito with furry. "Why would you do that! Can't you see how much it meant to my friend!?" He demanded.

The girl cackled in delight. "It's because you deserve it. You, and that entire club of yours. Honestly, I'm not sure what fool allowed you to start it up again. Especially after last year."

Tsukune frowned in thought while he took a defensive stance. That was the second time the PSC had mentioned the newspaper clubs previous members. "Why do you keep bringing that up? What happened last year?" He asked. Behind him, Kurumu had gotten control of herself and was now staring at Keito with contempt.

Keito placed her hands on her hips. "Oh? So nobody told you? Not even that stinking dog? Well then, allow me to enlighten you . They thought themselves champions of 'Truth and Justice'" She air quoted mockingly. "Then they proceeded to stick their noses where they didn't belong.

They foolishly thought they could stand up to the status quo. That they could change everything for the better by airing the Public Safety Commission's dirty laundry.

They defied us, just like you are. And in return, we Put. Them. Down."

Tsukune's blood went cold. Had these people, these students, killed the previous members of the newspaper club? Just for trying to tell the truth? Then that means, Gin was…

"This academy is a place of monsters. The goal of cooperation is a joke made up by the weak!

In a place like this, the strongest make the rules! So to preserve order, the public Safety Commission must remain the uncontested strongest!

That is the status quo they sought to upend. And that is why the newspaper club must be destroyed!"

Quest alert!: The Spindly Woman

Objective: Defeat Keito by any means necessary!

REWARD!:

400XP

1 Dreamstone

Failure:

Inprisonment

Death

Tsukune's posture assumed a starting position for his martial arts. "Please, you don't want to do this." He tried, hoping but not expecting to prevent the fight about to occur.

The violenett only smirked maliciously. "Pleading…is for the weak!" She shot that string she had out of her mouth and it caught Tsukune's and Kurumu's wrists.

Both he and Kurumu we're forcefully yanked into an arc. He landed back first into a tree, and Kurumu landed harshly against him. His back being slammed into a tree had hurt, but he was more worried about Kurumu.

- 70HP

He was pulled again and slammed head-first onto the pavement.

- 150HP

A bit of blood entered his left eye and he was forced to close it. He good eye could see that Kurumu had been wrapped up with the white rope again the same tree stump.

Thouroly done with all this, Tsukune stood up and grounded himself in a solid position. This time, when Keito yanked on the thread, he yanked back. She pulled forward a bit, and Tsukune spit an Ember at the rope. He wasted no time before he manifested his wings and rushed her.

His fist caught the edge of her uniform fabric as she dodged out of the way. Their eyes met as she threw herself to the side. It was like slow motion as his followed hers. Her face was one of surprise. She hadn't expected him to be on her level. His wings disappeared as he pivoted on his heel to face her. But she was nimble. Just a bit faster than him.

With every backflip she performed, every bit of space she gained, he was only just behind her. He wanted to stick to physical moves for now, deeming his flashier moves too lethal at the moment.

That is, until she shot a glob of whatever it was she produced into his face. As it was, with only one good eye, and no time to wipe the blood from the second eye, he was wholly unprepared. She took advantage of how he needed to stop and clear off his face by kicking him solidly in the temple.

- 100HP

He flew back and landed harshly due to the loss of equilibrium. Getting annoyed, he took the fact that their was distance between the two to his advantaged wiped off his face. The sticky substance clung to him, but he discover it burned fairly well when he actived Smolder.

Rubbing his eyes clear, he looked up to something that would probably haunt his nightmares.

Keito's shirt had been pushed up all the way to her breast. Her midrif and lower chest had opened up to reveal long and spindly legs that butter out of her. From her head, multiple black eyes had sprouted and her mouth had split open to reveal fangs as large as his arm.

She shot multiple threads of web at him, but quickly found out that they burned away to nothing on impact with him. She tried multiple different ways to attack him. From slinging rocks at him to throwing trees. Unfortunately for her, Tsukune was too fast for that. He evaded her at every attempt.

That was when Moka showed up. No doubt worried that they had takrn so long.

"Tsukune!" She called out not knowing the present danger. Keito's head looked in her direction, and she shot a thick web cluster towards Moka. It caught the girl who have out a short 'eep!'. Moka was pulled in and wrapped in a cacoon in the blink of an eye.

Tsukune's first instinct was to charge toward the two, but two problems presented themselves.

One, he was currently using Smolder. So if he charged forward he would burn Moka along with Keito. After seeing what this technique could do to people, he was hesitant to use it near his friends. Two was that Keito held the cacoon of Moka right up against her fangs. The message was clear. Attack, and she does.

It was a stalemate. Keito held Moka tightly with her front slider legs. And he stood at the ready.

"One more step and she dies!" Keito warned. Tsukune wasn't sure what to do. Usually, when he was overwhelmed, the silver Moka could bail him out. But she was sealed inside the captured and vulnerable Moka. "I want you to stop your burning. Then, you will all be escorted the the PSC HQ. Where your punishment will begin!"

He didn't know what to do. Surely, in this case, punishment would mean death. Death for all of them. Even those who weren't involved like Yukari.

Do what now? Was there a way to convice her to let him get close to Moka? Surlry not. Keito had shown she had no interest in words.

His charisma Bonus! He just remembered! By using Devilish Charm he could convince her to let Moka go. Probably. He didn't know the debts of the spell. But he had little other option.

"Keito." He said activating the skill. " Let moka go." He commanded. She went slack a bit. Bit didn't release Moka. She shook her head as if confused.

"W-what? N-no. No! I can't do that! Are you an idiot? Surrender! Or face the consequences!" The Cocoon shook and bulged slightly, no doubt Moka was trying to escape.

Narrowing his's eyes, Tsukune tried again. This time trying to play into Keito's expectations. " Keito, I'll surrender. But first, you have to let me check Moka." He said smoothly. Across from them still tied to a tree, he could see Kurumu's eyes widen in recognition. It made sense she would know what he was doing. It was basically the male version of her Allure.

Keito shook her head slightly. Then she came back onto focus. "F-fine. But, cut the light show! And no sudden moves." Tsukune nodded and ceased his Smolder. He walked forward carefully with an even stride. When he was about a foot in front of Moka, he looked at the grotesque face of the Jorogumo. He could see his own reflection in several of her black eyes. Looking the cocoon, he could see it was still wiggling and buldging. "There! You've seen! Now surrender to PSC custody!"

Tsukune shook his head and focused on Keito's main eyes. He made eye contact the same way Kurumu would if she was casting an allure. " I need to see she is alright. Open a hole so I can check."

She resisted for a moment. But his hunch about this ability being more powerful if he looked into her eyes was proven correct. She didn't even speak as two more legs tore a hole in the cacoon. Each digit ending in what looked like two claws.

The hole was the perfect hight for him to see Moka's face. "Tsukune! Get me out of here! It's gross and sticky! And it's clinging to all of my clothes!" Moka whined.

"There, you have seen she is alive!" Keito snapped back to her previous state. "Not that that will matter soon! Now, have you anything to say, Tsukune Aono?" The Spider woman mocked.

Tsukune's response was to reach inside the cacoon and pull his hand out. Keito frowned when he smiled at her. "Yes." He said. "Thank you for being so cooperative." Then the cacoon started to glow and budge.

Keito's eyes widened and she began rapidly falling the thing in layers upon layers of web. "What did you do?!" she demanded as it warped and stretched.

Tsukune backed up a bit, not wanting to be caught in the coming mess. "Oh, nothing much." He said while twirling the Rosary around his finger. "Just unleashed an S-class Super Monster. That's all."

Keito looked at him eyes widening. "Wha-" Boom.

The cacoon exploded outwards, sending strands of web flying in all directions. Tsukune waved a few away from his face as they drifted slowly down in front of his face. Glancing at silver Moka, he could only wince. "And I do believe that she will be a bit cross with you."

"Why am I once again naked!" The girl screamed so loud and with such fury that it caused the windows to rattle, and one or two to crack. It seemed that Keito's web had been attached to Moka's uniform. When Moka had forced it to explode outwards with her sheer Youki, it had torn her Skirt, blazer, and the front of her shirt clear off. Leaving her to death angrily in just her panties, bra, and the remnants of her blouse. Interestingly enough, Moka had retained her socks and shoes. He felt a shiver run up his spine when her hateful glare was directed at him. " You had better not be responsible for this." She growled. Not trusting himself to speak, her shook his head frantically. Moka's eye began to twitch. " Then who?"

An accusing finger was pointed in the direction of Keito. Who had just recovered from being launched from the center of the blast radius. Poor girl had just enough time to widen her eyes before a semi-nude Moka was flying at her with the speed of a fighter jet.

Tsukune watched as Keito flew over the school. Seeing the fight was done, Tsukune made his way over to Kurumu. She had been blund tightly to the stump, to the point where even her mouth was covered. Preventing her from speaking. He struggled to get her free for several moments, but all he could manage was her mouth. Anywhere else pulled at her clothing, and Tsukune didn't want to deal with yet another angry Naked girl.

Moka walked up to him from behind, and he made a point to stare at her face. He expected her to be angry with him. But all she did was roll her eyes and hold out her hand. He quickly figured out what she wanted, and handed her his blazer. She tied it around her waist so it would act like a makeshift skirt. Then she tied the torn ends of her destroyed blouse together so that covered the majority of her chest.

Her crimson eyes landed on Kurumu, and a devious smirk spread over her lips. She took a firm grasp of the webbing, and much to Kurumu's protest, tore the webbing off the stump. Kurumu's shirt and skirt going with it.

Kurumu covered herself out of embaracement. "Hey! What's the big idea!?" She demanded. Her outrage at Moka briefly allowing her to forget who she was talking to.

Moka's response was to smile sadistically. " Serves you right for calling me fat."

Kurumu's eyes buldged. Then she became downright indignant. "That was several days ago! And I was talking about the other Moka!" The girl whined from her position on the ground. Moka's response was a careless shrug.

Turning to Tsukune, Moka began to speak with him. " Tsukune, as you can see, I have once again had my garments destroyed. In this state, I cannot possibly expect the other Moka to take my place. So this is what shall happen. You will fly me to the dorms. Where I will change, and seal myself. Is that understood?"

Tsukune blinked before his brain caught up with him. "Oh, uh. Of course Moka. Sorry this happened again." He apologized while scratching the back of his head. Moka only rolled her eyes.

That's when Kurumu spoke up. "Oh, that's right! Tsukune! Since when do you have wings? I don't remember you having those before."

He shrugged trying to figure out how he would carry Moka. Surely she wouldn't want to dangle, hooked under her armpits. She saw his hesitancy and understood his dilemma. She walked up to him, place her arms around his neck, and hopped into the air. He reflexively caught her in a bridal carry. He published intensely at how close Moka's face was to his own. She raised an eyebrow at his expression before moving a strand of hair out of her eyes and flicking his nose.

That broke him out of his stopper, and he remembered that Kurumu asked him a question. A white lie passed easily off of his lips. "I've always had them. I just wasn't strong enough to use them." Kurumu frowned confused. And Moka was looking at him…weirdly. Her expressions shifted somewhat. First to slight surprise, then skepticism. Seeing he needed to double down, he sprinkled in a bit of truth. "It's true. Even now I can only fly for a bit before I get exhausted."

This time Moka didn't react. Could she…could she tell he was lying? No. Couldn't be. His voice had been even, he was sure.

"Well, at least that means I have something in common with my destined one. Tsukune! I just thought of something! We could go flying together.

Think about it. Just you and me, alone in the skies. And when you get tired, we could touch down somewhere private and-"

" Alright. That's enough if that, pervert." Moka cut Kurumu off. " Save your fantasies for your dorm room. Tsukune, up." Moka commanded. Not wanting to antagonize the Vampire, especially when she was in such a surprisingly good mood considering her circumstances, he did as he was told.

His wings unfolded from his back, the uniform shifting in such a way to accommodate them. Reinforcing Tsukune's theory about them being enchanted. With a leap and a mighty flap, and was in the air.

He could hear Kurumu behind him, and she made a point to fly up beside him. Now above the treeline, he tired to get an idea of what direction to go. According further, he saw the cluster of buildings that was the dorms. He set a lazy pace.

"So." He began to speak his thoughts. "I know we won that fight-"

" Ahem." Moka cleared her throat.

" Moka won that fight. But I think we all know this won't be the end of this. Keito is going to go to her superiors, and they're going to make hell for us. What are our options?" He asked.

Kurumu spoke up first. "Could we go to faculty?" She asked.

Tsukune shrugged. "It's worth a shot. At the very least, we should try to contact the headmaster. I think."

Moka was the one to speak up then. " I doubt it. Tenmei Mikogami is an extremely hands-off individual. In his eyes, even if it's corrupt to the core, the PSC most likely acts as a deterrent to students going on rampages and damaging school property. In a way, it serves the purpose of the school's ideals."

Tsukune was confused by that. "I thought the school's Ideal was to coexist with humans."

Moka nodded. " That is the case. But when students leave here, and go out into the human world, who do you think ensures they don't cause incidents? Or reveal the secret of our existence?

I'll tell you who. Enforcers. Enforcers who act nearly exactly like the PSC. I wouldn't be surprised if the group is used as a funnel for filling the enforcer ranks."

Tsukune frowned. What was to be done then. Was this problem really so institutionalized? Was there no out for the Newspaper club?

" Oh, don't make that face." Moka chastised. " Not even enforcers are allowed to act as this group has. If I know Mikogami, and I should as he was my guardian for many years, should we prove the PSC is more trouble than it is worth, he will be forced to act."

It was good news. A light at the end of their tunnel, and an objective. But all Tsukune could focus one was something else. "We?" he asked. Her cheeks became dusted with pink and her eyes avoided his.

" W-well. Obviously, I will be needed. You are not strong enough to battle their leader. That's where I shall come in. So, yes. We."

He smiled widely, much to Moka'a glower. They landed outside the dorms, and Tsukune let Moka out of his arms gently. She stepped on the ground and he began to move away. Until her arms wrapped firmly around his neck again, and she pulled him close. Her fangs dug deeply into his neck. And it was somewhat painful.

- 10HP

He winced then cried out when she suddenly bit him much harder. The majority of her teeth cutting into him instead of just her needle-like fangs.

-16HP

-16HP

-16HP

She pulled away, and the evidence of how viciously she had bitten into him was evident by how blood ran down the front of her face and splattered on her ruined blouse. She used a sleeve to wipe her face clean while he rubbed the sore area.

She noticed how he rubbed the area. " I apologize, Tsukune." She said. And he blinked in shock. "I hadn't meant to maw you. But your regeneration was making it difficult to force you to lett. The wound was healing too fast, causing your skin to close around my teeth. The sensation was most…unpleasant."

He understood now and he grimaced at what he imagined that would feel like.

"Perhaps it would be easier in the future to just open one large wound, instead of several small ones." He offered. He wasn't worried about dying from a single cut. The system would make sure he survived even if a large hole was cut out of his chest. As long as he had HP, he was alive. And he theorized that he might be able to do something as extreme as regrow limbs so long as he slept in a bed.

Moka looked contemplative. " Perhaps." she said.

"Oh, my Satans! Can we cut talking about the weird blood fetish you two have and go inside already?" Kurumu complained.

Moka's crimson slits contracted onto Kurumu, causing the girl to 'Eep!' in feat and flee inside.

She looked at Tsukune. "I suppose I shall head inside as well. I bid you good night, Tsukune." Moka said, rosary in hand.

Tsukune's eyes widened when he tried to remember when she had taken it. He could only conclude it was while she was doing her best to tear his throat out.

He watched her enter the female section of the dorms with a chuckle. Truly, this all was wild. Tomorrow, the newspaper club would come up with a plan of action to combat the PCS. But tonight, it was time for sleep.

As he laid in his bed that night, he went over the quest rewards he had gotten. The XP was always welcome. But what really caught his interest was the small button-sized gemstone that he held between his fingers. It was an interesting thing to look at. It was solid all the way through as far as he could figure. But inside was a swirling nebula of color. And he meant that literally, as he could see the ever-shifting twinkle of stars inside it's endless expanse.

He didn't know how it worked, but seeing as it was a dreamstone, he assumed it had something to do with dreams. Eventually though, even it's pretty colors weren't enough to keep his interest. He laid it beside his futon and rolled to the side. Fully intent on finding sleep.

He awoke in an upright position. He looked around to see he was seated in what looked like a ballroom. Around him, tables and chair seated many unknown and indistinct faces at fancy tables covered in red velvet clothes. The lights were dimmed as the center point of the room was a stage against the back wall.

That's when he saw her. How he had missed her, he wasn't sure. Because she took his breath away with her beauty. She sat at his table just a seat away. Her silver hair draped around her shoulders as she sat leaning off her arm. She was wearing a cocktail dress, and her crossed leg revealed high-pump shoes of some kind. The dress was a darker red than the tablecloth, and it contracted the brightness of her silver lockes.

"Moka?" He questioned while looking around. She glanced at him for a moment, but paid him no mind. "Where are we?" he asked. But Moka didn't respond. On the stage, a performer came out to announce that they would be performing a rendition of Beethoven's 3rd. The curtains lulled back to reveal a small orchestra. Tsukune's brow furrowed when he saw that the group was far too small. Yet when they began, they performed with the ambiance of a group ten times their size.

"What, is this?" Tsukune asked as he observed himself. He was wearing a tuxedo of all things. And it felt no different than regular clothing.

"I've always been a fan of live performances." Moka said offhandedly. Tsukune looked at her curiously. Despite the level of the the orchestra, he could hear Moka over them all. "Ever since I was a little girl. I remember, when I was young, my mother and father took us all out to see a rendition of one of Shakespeare's plays. Though I doubt I could recall which one."

Everything shifted rapidly for Tsukune. The ballroom was washed away by to be replaced by a full theater. About the only thing that has remained the same was that Tsukune was still sitting. On the stage, actors said lines Tsukune couldn't quite make out, while they moved about seemingly at random. In front of his seat in the next row was a collection of little girls. The one in front of his was around perhaps eight. She was instantly recognizable by her silver hair.

Next to her was a tall man who looked like a stereotype of European nobility. Black hair, groomed beard, he was the face of etiquette and culture. He held the small Moka's hand as she smiled and giggled.

So focused on the little girl he was, Tsukune took several seconds to realize that the persons sitting next to him were nothing but a shadowy silhouette. He gasped in shock when he realized, but none reacted. Not the shadows. Nor the people in the row ahead, nor Moka. He was invisible.

Using that to his advantage, Tsukune exited the row of seats he was in. Finding that none of the shadow people offered resistance while he moved through them. He still said 'excuse me' regardless. He ended up sitting one seat ahead of Moka and the group so he could observe them better.

Starting on the far left was a tan-skinned blonde girl in a silver dress who clapped happily at the actor's every action. She wore a tiara on her head as well as diamond-studded cross-shaped earrings. Sitting next to her was a bored-looking black-haired girl in a chinses dress. She slouched in her chair while resting her head in her hand.

The next person made Tsukune double take. It was Moka. No, that's not it. Moka was sitting next to…Moka? It made his head hurt. No, this couldn't be Moka, he justified. This woman was far older. Even if she had the face of the pink-haired Moka, her body and posture were completely different. This woman stood with proper posture. Her back was straight, but she didn't look like it was uncomfortable. She wore a basic Victorian-style dress. It was black and covered her from neck to foot.

This must be Moka's mother. The one who died. Meaning that the girls here, they must be her sisters. Going by Moka's description, in order they were Kahlua, Akua, and it must be Kokoa who was squirming around in Moka's mother's lap. Meaning that the western noble-looking man must be Moka's father.

Tsukune observed them for a bit, perplexed by how openly happy the usually stern and irritable Moka was.

Then the scene shifted again. And Tsukune was in a hallway. It was darker than black here. He was clearlybdeep underground now. But the question was, where?

He felt along a wall and came across an iron torch. It was mounted to the wall, but it would provide light after he lit it. Once done, he couldn't help but notice that the light didn't travel as far as it should. The darkness was suffocating here.

Then, from down the hallway, he heard sniffling. He paused his breathing and made no sound outside the crackling of fire. He heard it again. A child was crying softly. Mind made up, Tsukune tore the torch from the wall and made his way toward the sound.

He came across a break in the catacombs like hallway. It was a door. The crying was coming from inside.

He tried to open it, only to find it was locked. The sound inside went quiet. He waited. And waited. But no sound came.

Gently, he knocked. "Hello?" He asked through the door. "Is someone in there? I can hear you crying? Do you need help? Are you hurt?"

He waited a few moments. "Go away." a voice softly said. It was a girls voice. And young if he had any guess. "Go away before the monster finds you."

Tsukune frowned. "There's a monster out here?" he asked while he put up his guard. Scanning up and down the tunnel as far as his light would travel.

The voice hiccupped. "Big sis Akua said so. She said if I was brave I would go and find it. But..but it's so dark, and my candle went out. And I could her the monster." The voice sobbed and Tsukune's heart bled for it. Then he realized.

"Wait, Akua? Does that mean, are you Moka?" He asked through the door.

The voice was quiet for a second. "Promise you won't tell my mom?" It asked.

Tsukune nodded. Then he realized that the little Moka could see him through the door, so he responded verbally. "I promise. Can you unlock the door for me?"

There was a moment of silence, then he heard a heavy latch being undone. The door cracked open and he could just barely see the red of this child Moka's eyes. She looked at him and his torch. She didn't quite smile, but her frown lessons. He knelt down to her level as she looked at him through the cracks.

"Hey there. My names Tsukune. Are you alright?" Moka sniffled and shook her head. He tried to give her an easing smile. "I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I want to leave. But I'm scared." She whined.

The conversation halted however when a persistent noise violated the still quietness of the dungeon. Tsukune thought he heard a grinding sound coming from down the hall. Moka screamed and slammed the door. "Run away! The monster is back!"

He narrowed his eyes and prepared to fight. Before eyes, tendrils of darkness invaded the circle of light provided by the torch. They crossed and weaved as they crawled forward at a rapid rate. They climbed along the walls, along the floors, even streching over the ceiling.

The moment they attempted to climb up his leg however, Tsukune bared his teeth and ignited into a Smolder. The living shadow shook the surrounding walls with it's shriek of pain. The tendrils had evaporated into nothing once burned, and Tsukune could see as it's presence retreated as a black mass. The oppressive darkness pulled back with it until the light of his enflamed body traveled well down the hallway. He waited a moment before he deactivated Smolder. Unsure if it would return.

When it didn't, he sighed in relief.

Looking at the locked door, he thought he could hear Moka sobbing. Just softer than before. He knocked on the door, and he heard her cry out in fear.

"Easy! Easy. It's just me. You remember me right?" He asked while assuring her. If he was being honest, he understood her fear. Whatever this monster was, it put him on edge.

Through the door a voice asked. "Tsukune?" it sounded so small and vulnerable. Nothing like the powerful woman she would become in time. But then, Tsukune figured everyone was a defenseless child once.

He smiled as the door cracked open once more. Her eye widened when she saw him unharmed. "I thought the monster would eat you." Moka said in relief.

Tsukune gave her his best smile as he knelt down to her level. "It tried. But I was just a bit too, hmmm, I want to say… spicy." He blew out a small stream of fire from his mouth to prove a point.

And Moka giggled. She giggled like the small girl she was. And that made Tsukune smile in return.

"Now that you can see, do you know the way out?" He asked the girl.

She nodded, but then her eyes darted from side to side. "Are you-Are you sure the monster is gone?"

Tsukune made an effort to exaggerate looking up and down the hallway. Then he snapped his fingers and looked into Moka's peeking eye. "Positive. I went and chased him off."

Moka looked skeptical. But the fact he was still here and not spirited away by the darkness would have to be proof enough. Slowly, she creaked the door open. When no darkness leapt at her, she sighed before sizing Tsukune up.

"Who…who are you?" she asked, clearly not wanting to trade one danger for another.

Tsukune got up from his knees. "I'm…someone sent to help." he decided on.

Her little eyes sparked in recognition. "Mom sent you!" she concluded. Tsukune opted not to correct her. Holding up the torch so that it was away from little Moka, he gestured onward.

"Lead us out." He encouraged. And she began to do just that. Hesitantly. She checked around every corner, and watched every flickering shadow. It was adorable, in Tsukune's opinion.

"I thought you would know the way." Moka said as they walked in silence.

Tsukune was forced to lie on the spot. "I' not a regular here." he said truthfully. "And I got lost in the darkness." He lied. He had heard that a truth followed by the lie was more believable. It appears that was true, because Moka took it at face value. Only nodding in return.

They walked for some time. Weaving right or left. "So my mother sent you. Is she..angry?" Moka asked, clearly afraid of her mother's punishment.

Tsukune was forced once again lie by ommision. "I don't know. She can be hard to get a read on." Because he had never met the woman, he doesn't know. And because he couldn't know, he couldn't be expected to understand her emotional state. This was kinda fun. Lying with the truth. But, he probably shouldn't make a habit of it. In this case it was ok, because he was helping a child. But…yeah. It was worryingly easy. Something to do with his Charisma stat perhaps?

Moka, ignorant of Tsukune's inner thoughts, could only nod in agreement that her mother was indeed very difficult to read.

Eventually, they came upon a thick metal door. It was a work of art. Blackened iron with inlaid silver channels and decorations. The silver lines formed circles and symbols of all shapes and sizes. It gave off a feeling of magic and protection.

But the closer Tsukune got to it, the more uneasy it made him feel. It was like the door was demanding he step away from it. Like his nature was being targetted specifically. So he did. He stepped back, compulsed to do so. Moka walked ahead, seemingly unaffected. She looked back at him, expecting him to follow. But he was rooted in place. His torch began to dim in his hands. Leaving the two in darkness. Before Moka could cry out in fear, he reignited it.

But it was dimmer than before. The air grew thicker now. Pressing against him. Moka whimpered. He knew this feeling. It was the hunger of that darkness.

"Open the door." Tsukune told Moka. The torch was dimming again. The air around them was dropping in temperature. "Moka, open the door!" he told her frantically. The weight was getting heavier. The chill was getting stronger. And the sound of something rushing toward them echoed increasingly louder as it approached.

Moka jumped and scrambled to the door. Her dainty child hands grasp the ring that acted as a handle, but no matter how hard she tugged, it didn't budge. The door had no latch, as far as he could tell. So he could only assume it needed to be yanked open.

With the sense of danger ever approaching, he began forcing himself to approach it. It was a true struggle. Every inch was a war on its own. But no sooner had the embers that licked at the torch extinguished when his fingers wrapped around the ring. He pulled with everything he had. And yet still the door would not move.

"Tsukune!" Moka screamed in a voice born from chilling terror.

He let go for only a second, just to reposition. But when he grasp for it again, he felt nothing. Then he realized he felt nothing. No floor under his feet. No wall to the side to brace upon. Just the cold, and hungry void.

Everything changed then. An image flashed in front of him. Of a million shadows each with a thousand red eyes. They all looked directly at him. In the center, was Moka. The adult

Moka. Just her face was visible, and it was frozen in a silent aganizing scream. Around her, the shadows burrowed into her body. Subverting her gains in an attempt to take everything from her. The leech like tentacles pulsed with notion as it drained her of her blood.

He was only given enough time to register what was happening before the image was gone and he was in darkness. Complete and absolute darkness. He had no body. No voice. Just a mind in the void. Left only to ponder the hellish nightmare he had scene.

What…had just happened?

Desperate and terrified, he tried to Smolder. But it did nothing. No, less than nothing. It was like his flames were eaten away at until they diminished into just an outline of his body.

Still, that gave Tsukune something to focus on. Before he was just a mind in the abstract. Now he had a means of tracking his tangability.

He floated for an indefinite amount of time. Because what was time without sensation? That's when he saw something in the distance.

Pink. He though as he approached.

In the void, there was a woman. She floated, whole. Her entire body was there, not just an outline like Tsukune.

At first, he was sure it was the pink Moka. The resemblance was striking. But no, this wasn't the sealed Moka. This was her mother. Her face held a maturity that Moka had yet to gain. And her proportions were much more similar to the silver Moka.

Still, she was beautiful. Enchantingly so. He felt the urge to corres her face. Why? He couldn't fathem. But he did, and he could feel her face. It was soft, yet, hard. Like the flesh of a stone. He couldn't quite describe it.

He was pulling away when it happened. The woman's eyes shot open and focussed on him. Her eyes were like the silver Moka's eyes. Able to expand and contract. They were they eyes of a predator. But rather than Moka's. Bottemless abyss of red, this woman'a eyes were the color of jade. She grabbed his wrist so fast that were there air around them in this void, it would have broken the sound barrier.

He looked on wide eyed, and she gazed back at him. Then she relaxed her grib.

"No." She said, more to herself than him. "It is not time." She closed her eyes and relaxed again. "Begone outsider. And do not return."

Tsukune shot out of his bed panting and drenched in sweat.

What…was all that? Beside his bed was the powdered remains of the dream crystal. Was that…was that someone's dream? Had he viewed a dream?

Yes.

And it had to have been Moka's. Not the link Moka either. But the Silver haired one. Taking the opportunity to chug a glass of water, his mind went back to the conversation from earlier. Moka had said that she could dream in her rosary. But she had also said she could relive memories.

So the question was, what had he just seen? A dream? A memory? Perhaps a nightmare. Yet, he felt the answer lied somewhere at the center of those.

Gathering the dust in a small container and placing it on his shelf, Tsukune laid back down.

If what he had seen was some combination of dream, memory, and nightmare, what parts were real? What parts weren't.

Across the campus, in a dark room lit only by bazers, a woman prostrated herself before her less than pleased leader.

"So your saying, you allowed the vampire to transform? Keito, please understand, it is only by your years of unfaltering loyalty to our cause that I don't burn you into a fine cinder." She sweated as the fires rose in intensity, and the room became uncomfortably hot. "Give me one reason. One, good reason, I shouldn't anyway."

Keito searched her mind for something, anything! That would save her. Then, she remembered the boys wings. She looked up to see Kuyou had gathered the fire from the brazers into a massive fireball that hung behind him waiting. The smile on his face told her exactly what he planned to do with it.

"W-wait! Tsukune Aono!" She threw out. She knew she had his attention when the fireball stopped getting bigger. He quirked an eyebrow at her, expecting her to continue. When she didn't out of fear that speaking out of turn would get her killed, he rolled his eyes.

"Speak. What about Tsukune Aono?" His voice told Keito that he was rapidly losing patience.

"Tsukune Aono is a devil! A devil is in our school!"

The room was silent. Then the fire dispersed, and Keito could have cried. "That, is quite the accusation. Are you sure?" He asked with intensity.

"As sure as I am that the sun will rise tomorrow." She confirmed. Kuyou looked to the side, and then turned around to walk back to his desk.

"I see. Well, obviously we will need to verify this. If it's true, then I do believe that this could become a major incident. I'll have to contact some people. My great aunt perhaps. The Kyubi should know that the devil's are breaking our treaties." The smooth calmness of his voice didn't match the demented grin on his face. "Why, something like this; a devil operating in Youkai territory, without any permission, why…it just might spark a war."

A/N

Bet y'all can guess who his aunt is. But will you be able to predict the long term ramifications of this. Especially when you consider Tsukune's gamer's body and affinity for fire could easily be mistaken for a certain clan of devils known for regeneration and a close relationship with chickens.

P.s. This is a primarily RV fic. It will revolve around the RV characters. Tsukune will not be adding any other girls into his harem. But the greater world of DXD, Inuyasha, and a few other anime are just too easy to incorporate. It would be a waste for Tsukune to be confined to the RV world. Also, if I don't include other worlds, a gamer Tsukune will quickly outmatch basically anyone in vanilla RV. Outside the big names like Alucard. And gamer fics get boring when the protagonist isn't challenged. So by expanding the world, it means I can mix it up.

Piece out.