Ch. 1

"Speaking"

Doing/Other

Thinking

TAKE NOTE, THERE WILL BE SWEARING, FIGHTING, SEXUAL MATERIAL AND SEXUAL REFERENCES. ALL CHARAS ARE 18 OR OVER UNLESS STATED OTHERWISE.

It all started with a word, a whisper. The word was hard to define for most, but it signified something. Manifesting this word was possible, however complex it may be. This word lead ideas of grandeur, of regal intent. But what was it? Hard to say… but it was the word that made a man honest, made warriors tremble and made him the most feared, the most powerful being alive – be it human or monster.

The word?

Peacemaker.

And thus our tale begins.

Bus rides sucked, really. For this rather polite and un-caddish young man of 18, Shota Medeashvili, this was hell. Sure, he was on his way to a new school but for him, this was unexpected. He had, until only yesterday, assumed that what was happening at present moment was rather farfetched and fucking stupid. He was human and yet a bunch of monsters show up and tell him that he's the only hope, like some sort of Jedi mindfuck laced with all sorts of asinine drivel. To be fair, Shota wasn't normal too. He was a short-arse Georgian adorned with dark brunette hair, a very average and yet slightly effeminate face, a lack of physical strength and eyes of the fiercest sapphire blue possible who lived rather contently in Tokyo because his deadbeat father drank himself to death and his intelligent and romantically naive mother married a mid-level Japanese manager at some financial thing and hauled his sore ass around the world when he was 7. He didn't care too much for that, although what he did care about was his height of 150cm (4'11") which caused him a great deal of embarrassment and jealousy.

"Mataia," he exclaimed, rather unusually as the only Greek word he used was that when he was irritated. "I don't want to be here… If I wanted to be here, I'd be taller but I'm not, so I don't."

"Just deal with it, kid." Said the bus driver. "You're not the first and not the last. Here's the stop, go to the headmaster, he's expecting you."

After the bus stopped with a rather hard brake that nearly took the wind out of his sails, Shota stepped off and began the walk towards the rather ornate looking school building. This was rather nice to him, especially considering the fact that under his own internal logic he was here against his will. After walking around the buildings and trying desperately hard to find it, he found it. The headmaster's office. With a sigh, he walked in.

"Take a seat." Spoke the headmaster, after which Shota obeyed and sat down. "Mr. Medeashvili, is it? I should be saying it correctly. Now you are here, let me make this part vital to you. Yes, you are the first human to attend here at Yokai Academy and I have made it abundantly clear to only the staff that you are. But your ancestry carries power beyond that of Alucard. Your words carry weight amongst monsters and humans alike. For this reason, you are to be given Beyond S-class status. You are not to reveal this to anyone unless the situation requires it. Understood?"

He nodded. Beyond S-class, wow. F, E, D, C, B, A, S, Beyond S… he was more powerful than others? Right, what a compliment! But it meant sweet fuck all to him. It was his words that meant it. He wasn't particularly strong, or athletically gifted. He was only fairly good at traditional dancing and even then, he wasn't the best. Academically, he was alright. He got a lot of A grades because he knew they were important and that it mattered. He received a key to his dorm room plus its location and that was that. Nothing too fancy or anything. No information on when classes were. He was only given the name of his homeroom teacher, Nekonome.

After the rather haphazard meeting with the headmaster, Shota began his rather clumsy walk to his dormroom. His bags were large and weighed as much as him, which wasn't that hard to achieve. But with a rather hard crashing sound… and a crashing feeling… and other things that are described as particular about being crashed into by someone on a bike, he hit the ground.

"Sorry about that, I'm anemic…" said the strange girl. As he got up a bit further from being knocked over, he saw her hair. So graceful, so… pink? Yes, pink. But a natural one, seemingly untouched by any modern hair dye. And bright emerald green eyes that shone like gems. A nice and fancy looking choker thing that probably cost more than his entire luggage. And fangs, heading to his neck and penetrating it with a short and sharp pain before a weird sucking feeling for a few moments.

Fuck. He got bitten by a very cute vampire.

"WHY THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT?!" he asked, momentarily dazed and feeling like he'd just run a mile despite literally just being a to-go box for a vampire.

"I'm sorry, I was hungry and your blood tasted fantastic... My name is Moka Akashiya, it's nice to meet you." Moka said, apologetically.

"Next time, just ask. Shota Medeashvili. Nice to meet you, you can just call me Shota." replied Shota as he stood up, revealing that yes, he was shorter than Moka.

"It sounds foreign." She stated, standing up and revealing with a slight blush that she had to look down at him. He found that rather cute.

"Because I am. Don't try and think it too hard because I'm not like you." He replied, picking up the handles of his suitcases and beginning to head to his dormroom. It was on the top floor and there were obviously no elevators, so he had to lug these bags all the way up there. Moka had offered to help but he refused this, as he felt it was unnecessary. And so she walked up with him, hearing his swearing as he heaved these bags into his dormroom before giving her a brief smile and closing the door in front of her. After all of today's insanity, he just needed to relax…

Sighing, he laid on his bed and looked at the ceiling as he tried to comprehend what just happened and Moka. Mental dossier time. Moka Akashiya, taller than him, vampire, sweet, very attractive, nice ass, very fu… no. No, Shota, no. You've known her for less than a day, don't get hard just yet, you barely know her.

A hard banging on his door interrupted his delightful rest as he mapped out what just happened to him. After getting up and pulling his shirt back down as it had slid up his stomach, he opened the door. Great, more trouble. Some form of idiot, arranged in a sort of delinquent formation. Shota didn't care, especially when it said it was named Saizou and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt.

"Listen here. Moka will be mine and fucking scum like you should stay away. Do as I say or else I'll kill you." Spat Saizou, angrily and full of malice. The delinquent fool didn't know who he was dealing with and didn't know how utterly fucked he was in that moment.

"Yeah right you are. She will choose for herself and I will let her do that. Leave her alone or I will make everyone know what a rabid manslut you are. If you mess this up, I will metaphorically rip off your arms." Shota said, his eyes burning with defensive passion and a demeanor that floored Saizou, who placed Shota back down and then backed into a corner. Shota provided the now quivering git with a way out that was more dignified as he slammed the door shut and went to unpack his bags.

The next morning, it was time for class. It was a week through the first term of the second year, so he was the transfer student. After getting dressed in the rather ugly but practical uniform, he proceeded to head to the classroom as he ate one of the churchkhela his mother had made for him before he left. It was more practical than that old stereotypical running-with-toast thing and it made it easier to snack on. Also, he slept in, so he grabbed what he could eat on the run.

After a good few minutes of frenzied walking, he reached his classroom, 2-3. The rather terminally charming Ms. Nekonome began the lesson by introducing him, then by telling him to write his name on the board. It took a while for him to do this, as he wrote his name in four alphabets. First, in Georgian. Then in Russian, once more in English and finally in katakana. After doing so, he looked at the class and smiled. Good, Moka was in his class and he was going to sit next to her. And so he did, taking his seat without so much as saying a word to anyone, really. He just wanted to get through the day without too much of an issue.

"Morning, Moka. I had a late night and I'm tired. If you want a snack, wait until I'm a bit more awake. I know they said I'm Beyond S and called me the 'Destined Peacemaker' and all that various fun crap that Issa and the headmaster told me when they rocked up to my home but the fact is, I'm only human so I can't keep up physically..." he said.

Cue chaos. Utter fucking chaos.

Shota, in his tired state had accidentally broken a long line of rules and revealed a lot that he shouldn't have. First, he was human, which caused everyone bar Nekonome to gasp and look at him with a mix of disdain and mild curiosity. Second, his class. For a mere human to be of Beyond S class AND to be of such importance that one of the Three Dark Lords plus the head of the Shuzen family went to the human world to drag his ass here personally carried weight to it indeed. And finally, that Moka had drank from him - that one was overshadowed by the first two indeed.

Well, I fucked that up royally... well, let's diffuse the situation.

"You can all relax, I won't hurt you. Also, I don't care what everyone else is. I don't care. If you're nice to me, I'll be nice to you. If you hurt me, I'll repeat in kind. I don't care what you are, who you like or what you think of me. I really, honestly don't." he said, looking around the room. Seems like it worked although when he spoke up like that, his eyes went from their usual sapphire blue to a golden colour, which left as he stopped talking like that. The same golden colour happened with Saizou the previous afternoon, although he was unaware of this and it only appeared when he was speaking with real passion or determination.

This extraordinary and rather bizarre exchange had led Moka in a sort of panicked daze combined with a fluster and some rather odd mental gymnastics. Humans were mean to her in the past, no denying that. But there was something about Shota that made him rather… well… nice. Very much not to the ideals of a man physically that Inner actually had, who saw him as an annoyance and a food source that posed no discernable threat. It was more or less that Outer liked the sort of lovey-dovey mushy feeling that Shota gave to her made Inner slightly more amicable towards the really short Georgian.

Once the boiling chaos had reduced down to just below a slight simmer of discontent, he got straight in with the classwork. Rather annoyingly, he was finding it to be, well… odd. Yes, they were learning the stuff but Nekonome's tendency to say 'nya' in there and be more feline was grating on him, even though he could tell that she was a cat-thing... wait, what was it, nekomusume…? Yeah, seems right.

What he failed to realize was that his next interaction with a cute girl would come much sooner than he had anticipated as he felt both a literal and a figurative chill behind him that had somehow manifested into the form of a certain stalker who would come to be much more to him than he knew currently, as well as the spark that would set his latent and collected Kartvelian charm alight with a rather ironic passionate flame. Also, she meant that making some rather peculiar ice cream in his dorm would become much more fun than he'd expect it to be.

Chapter 1 is complete! Please review honestly.