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A few days had passed since the incident, still no one had seen a particular Akashiya, and Zac was growing worried. Though he had kept things ordered in his head, if she still didn't show up that day he'd go see what the fuss was about.
Mizore and Zac had been charged with patrolling the school semi-consistently, they were given leads and tips by various students to assist with the activities, mostly by listening to the rumour mill and checking up on those rumours.
Though it also helped that the Australian was approachable enough - even with the ominous black uniform - by his peers that they offered this information freely.
The duo of Junior School Police Officers had gotten a tip from one of the girls in the B.I.C (Body Improvement Club) that someone was peeking into the girls dressing room after gym class, so Mizore and Zac investigated.
The pair had both their hair tied into ponytails, Mizore's considerably longer hair actually looked like a long purple tail when tied up, and the way it showed off more of her face revealed her perfect cheekbones and slender neck.
Zac just ended up revealing more freckles dotted across his body, not exactly as sensuous. Though the sunglasses were nice, apparently. Someone told he him looked like a Yakuza or something, part of him wanted to accept that as a compliment and the other part of him wanted to tell the student he basically was at this point, given his situation.
A black haired youth could be seen standing on an upside-down bucket, peeking into a window, given the location and the general layout of the place Zachary could ascertain it was a changing room and unless this young man happened to be gay, it was more than likely the female changing room.
Mizore lifted up her camera and snapped a picture, the sound alerting the youth to them. The duo stood with a laz stance, Zac having his hands in his pockets and Mizore with on her hip and the other one her camera.
"Caught you." The Snow Woman said, her voice still quiet and flat, a small frown on her face, "Perving is against the rules."
"Aha! Now come on guys I was just looking to see if this could be done, I promise! Really!" The teen said, a nervous lilt to his voice, "If I could do it with just a bucket surely other's could too right? So I was going to bring this matter to the Headmaster!"
"Dude… you've been caught, accept it with some grace." Zac muttered with a frown, looking the older boy over, "Black hair, red headband, loose appearance, Ginei right?"
"Uh, you know me?" The teen looked slightly ruffled that he was both caught, and known by a stranger.
"My girlfriend is in your club, Kurumu Kurono." Informed the youth with a shrug, "She's told me about you, good to see it's confirmed." His frown made Gin chuckle sheepishly.
"Ahh, yeah. Kurumu has given me a few warnings about you." He said, conversationally.
"Well I'll do you a deal, Gin-san." Zac said, slipping one hand out and gesturing to the window, "We'll overlook this, if you leave my lady be. Seems fair, right? You don't want to get on the PSC's bad side."
Gin gulped, a serious look in his eyes, nodded. "Yeah, I can accept that."
"Good, you may want to run. I've no doubt those girls heard you either way." With that the blond put his hand back in his pocket and turned around.
"W-wait what about the picture!?" Gin asked quickly.
"That's mine." Mizore said with a blank look.
The older teen whimpered pitifully as his sharp ears picked up the sound of feet, "Crap!" And with that Ginei Morioka ran for the hills.
Zac's ponytail flew about as the man rushed past him, he sighed and stood off to the side, allowing the various women to rush after him.
"Good thing we didn't bring him in." Mizore said with a frown, "I doubt he'd get off easily."
"Given that we got roped into this for a scuffle? Yeah, I imagine an actual crime would get his hand cut off or something." Muttered the Australian with a shake of his head, "Where next?"
"We're to investigate a rumour surrounding the Class President of one of the other first years." Informed Mizore, pulling a notepad out of her cleavage.
"I've gotta ask… why do you store that in there?" He questioned with a quirked brow.
"Quick access… and it means you'll look at my chest more." Her cheeks flushed red as she held the notepad close, covering her impish smirk. "I saw how you stared the other day."
"I'll not deny those charges." The Warlock said with a chuckle, "You've got a good body, be proud of it."
"Thank you, for the compliment." The Yuki-Onna said with a sweet smile, something that made his stomach do a flip, he always did have a soft spot for the quiet ones.
"You are very welcome." Politeness was always warranted kids, especially when talking about lewd things.
"Leave me alone damn it!" Snarled a familiar voice, followed by the sound of reverberating metal.
The duo looked at one another, as though asking if the other heard the noise, "Is that…?" Zac managed out as they followed the voices that shot back at the first.
"Listen here you little bitch, you think just because you're smart gives you any reason to act like you do!?" Hissed out another voice, followed by what sounded like snapping jaws.
"Just because I'm smarter than you doesn't give you the right to harass me!" Spat the first voice.
"Shut up you cunt, we'll gut you and and leave your corpse for the creatures of this forest!"
Mizore and Zac were running at this point, a low mist rolled into the living section of the forest, unusually green as it was, the path they followed had visible foot prints, the sound of snapping cut the air urging the duo to move faster.
"My wand! You bastard!"
"Freeze motherfuckers!" Boomed the Warlock as the Yuki-Onna shot a wave of frost towards their foes, a trio of green scaled lizardmen were surrounding a familiar little Witch, who was caught between relief and fury.
"S-school Police!?" Snarled one of the trio, "No-no way we're in the middle of the woods how did you find us?" Demanded the apparent ringleader.
"You were screaming your heads of, how could we not?" Mizore asked briskly, several shards of ice jutting up around her prey, making them flinch.
"You guys realise attempted murder is an actual crime, yeah?" Zachary said with a scowl on his face, "What kind of fucking morons do you have to be, thinkin' you can get away with this?"
"Shut up, you're just another one of those fucking 'casters, thinking you're so smart because you can use magic, pheh!" Spat one of the tree, "Sorry to break it to you, but real monsters use their own strength, not pitiful charms and incantations."
"Mhm…" Zac drew his grimoire, red energy pooling in his palm, "I've got a whole lot of not-caring that I'm about to unload on your asses. Zeus!" Bolts of lightning poured out of the teens hands, between the speed of the spell and the trapped nature of his targets, along with the fact the ice worked as a marvelous conductor, the trio of Lizards were rendered inert.
Mizore moved forward to inspect them, being the more durable of the two, "They're down for the count." She said, kicking one in the side.
"Good." Murmured her partner, moving forward and drain-ing a few decades out of them, their scales grew harder and more durable to be sure as their bodies noticed the forced aging, but it didn't really matter given what was more than likely going to happen to them.
"Bind them." Ordered the Warlock, moving around the unconscious teens to the Witch, who leapt into his arms, locking her legs around his waist and squeezing for dear life.
She cried into his shoulder, the older student stand up, supporting her with one arm and holding her hat with the other.
Mizore looked up, having frozen the three lizards in shackles and gave a thumbs up, he smiled at her and she smiled back, it was kind of silly, moments like this. It almost felt like an actual job, that at the end of the day, they'd hang up their jackets and return to suburban life.
Odd, how old it made him feel, just wearing a uniform and enforcing some rules.
It actually felt good, doing the right thing. Or at least, keeping order. Perhaps the Headmaster could be convinced to keep the idea of the School Police around, and just have a larger involvement in its activities.
Regulated Regulators, the easiest way to avoid corruption of the system.
As they dragged the trio of potential murderers out of the forest they were met by a few other members of the PSC who looked at them with pride, leaving the trio of lizards in their seniors' care, the two junior officers made their way towards their groups usual hang out.
Finding the group, once more noting the lack of Akashiya, Zac deposited Yukari aside Kurumu, "Can you guys keep an eye on Yukari, she had a run in with some unsavoury types."
Saizou looked at the sniffling little girl and his face softened, "What happened?" He asked gently, usually that tone and expression would be allocated to family time, but this was an exception.
"A group of Lizards tried to do away with her, in the forest." Mizore informed, rolling her sucker around and frowning at the ground, "They've been dealt with."
"Good, bastards should be strung up." Rumbled the Ogre, patting the little Witch's head, Zac placed her hat on the table and kissed Kurumu on the cheek.
"Ginei shouldn't bother you anymore." He said simply, getting a quirked brow in response he gave her a 'tell you later' gesture and she accepted.
"So, still no Moka?" Asked the Warlock, he was admittedly starting to get slightly worried.
"Haven't seen her all day, it's not like her." Saizou said with a frown.
"Zachary." Kurumu said warningly, "Don't." She ordered, though her tone was rough her eyes carried that same burning compassion they always did, she was just looking out for his health.
"I won't-I won't." Assured the Warlock, holding his arms up, looking at his wrist that lacked a watch he gestured to Mizore, "C'mon, if we don't scope out a few more areas we'll get grilled… or whipped again, I don't fuckin' know." The approach to his torture was lackadaisical at best, but he carried the mantra he did with his mother's condition.
If you don't laugh, you'll spend all day crying.
So he tried his best to de-power the situation in his head, in his words, in life. A day of progress in the right direction was better than even a minute holding himself in bed, like he very much wanted to.
It helped that Mizore seemed to follow this train of thought, as detached as it sounded, he did take the worst of it so any assistance she could give his recovery was more than valued, being the only one to understand what really happened.
"And don't go sneaking off into dim corners with Mizore to make out!" Where had that come from? Zac looked at her in confusion, she gave him an 'I'll explain later' look and shooed him off.
The Warlock did so, Mizore following closely, "Everyone here is so weird sometimes."
"Yep." Mizore said, quickly. Too quickly.
'Right. Teenagers.' He thought with a roll of his eyes, "I'll meet up with you in a few, I'm going to check Moka's room."
"Are you sure you should?" Mizore questioned with a quirked brow.
"It's just her room, worst case scenario she isn't there either." Zac explained away, turning and jogging off towards the dorms.
Mizore tilted her head and hummed, before flickering away and prowling around behind her target.
Dorms
Knock-knock-knock
Zac knew he heard ruffling of sheets or something, "Moka, you in there? I just want to make sure you're okay, nobody's seen you all day. Call me paranoid bu-"
"You're paranoid." Said a voice on the other side of the door, completely absent of humour.
"Open the door smartarse." Ordered the teen with a sigh, he heard light steps and finally the latch and door were unlocked, the room was dim, the only light barely peeking past the curtain, but he could clearly see the red eyes of the vampire firmly piercing any shadows within the room.
"Dude… you look terrible." Zac commented, her hair was a mess, she was generally disheveled and looked to have not slept properly in weeks, given that it had been about three days that meant she may have just not slept at all since he last saw her.
"I feel terrible." Moka muttered, it was at that point he fully noticed her hair was silver, she was that little bit curvier, and somehow her jumblies were more pronounced.
"Wait, I thought you couldn't be unsealed?" Questioned the Australian with a wary stance.
"Previously, no." Moka said with a sigh, leaning into her door. "My rosario broke, somehow. My vampiric power managed to leak through enough to penetrate the limiters resistances, somehow I'm fine, but…" Moka's lower lip actually quivered something he would never expect from the proud vampirette.
"The other Moka, she's… gone now. When the rosario broke, she was… removed as well." Informed the distraught Vampire, "It's silly but to me, she was real. She was a real person, and now she's gone."
Zac was not good with crying people, so just went with what he'd seen work, he hugged her. Pulling the proud young woman into his arms, one hand on the back of her head and the other across her back.
Moka responded in kind, gripping onto her friend like he was her lifeline, the Vampire wept into the Warlock's shoulder, trying and failing to contain maelstrom of emotions in her.
"Look, I know It's not my place to comment…" He said, speaking softly, "But I doubt that the pink sweetness would want you to mope around in your room. She'd say something like, 'Everything will be okay' and that regardless of how you feel right now, there are people that love you and want to help you."
Moka leaned back, still within the embrace and looked at him dead in the eyes, he felt a knot in his stomach at the sight of those fragile eyes, not at all what he'd associate with the proud, powerful woman he'd come to know.
Her expression softened as she buried her head into his neck, he did notice she was smelling him as she did this but didn't comment, nor did he comment when his brain exploded and she bit him, the girl may be sleep deprived but she was no less strong.
She pulled him into her room and pinned the Australian to the floor, sucking on his blood and his neck, her tongue lapped against his skin as her fangs drained him, it felt like she was making out with the wrong spot to be honest.
Not that it mattered, the Warlock was in a rather intense state, it had been a short while since she'd fed off him, and never so ravenously, his heart hammered against his chest as ecstasy ran through him like lightning.
'Yes, beg and plead for me… worship the sensations I can give you.' Though the silver haired woman, her intense red eyes glancing up at the flushed, freckled face of her friend, his back arched and his arms struggled to remain still, his legs tense as she caressed his form.
'I need control right now, and you're the one who I can leash it from.' She rationalised her actions, pulling off his neck her lips laced with his blood and in one fell swoop she slammed her rubied lips against his.
A Vampire's Kiss, generally referred to when they converted another creature to be like them, to take all the blood that once was and replace it with their own.
A Vampire's French Kiss was better than any tongue-fucking a mortal could experience.
Moka's lavish experience was put on hold when the sudden sensation of cold hit her, she felt something against her spine and heard, "I suggest you get off him, or I'll open you up."
The voice was almost as cold as the sudden temperature drop, Moka craned her head and saw the furious face of a Yuki-Onna, a familiar one at that.
The Australian was a panting, red-faced mess, he just sort of laid there as Moka got off him, "Gi-...jesus, give me a sec." He plead, his everything felt warm and he didn't know how to feel about that at the moment.
A blast of soft, powdery snow coated him, cooling his heated blood and shocking him just enough to give him some lucidity back.
"Feeling better?" Mizore asked.
"I was feeling everything, now I'm just feeling okay." Muttered the male as he sat up, his eyes drifting to the smirking Vampire, "You have no chill."
"Ah, but you do." She rebuked, pointing at the snow.
Zac stared at her for a moment, caught between giving her cudos and smacking her, "Get dressed, Draculina. I don't need your sass right now."
"No I imagine you need your Succubus." There was an actual twinge of distaste in Moka's voice, something the Australian didn't really expect.
Confused he said, "I mean, probably later but no… I need to get back to work with Mizore." He pointed at Snowball, her uniform actually, and stood up, brushing himself off.
"I'll check in on you later, just.. Make sure you leave your room today." Were the gentle orders of the Junior PSC member, he and Mizore exited the scene and Moka stood in her doorway, watching them leave.
The girl licked her lips once more, savouring his taste. It seemed like a visit and blood were just the things she needed to get out of bed, which in itself was a way for her to continue acquiring said blood, motivation was what she needed.
School had little meaning to her, she cared little for the cavalcade of fools her Warlock deemed to associate with and how that succubus had sunk her claws into him through his rambunctious libido.
"I suppose this is how Gyokuro felt." Muttered the silver haired girl, thinking of her father's wife and the mother of two of her siblings.
Perhaps it was how the woman felt, seeing her father fawn over Akasha, Moka's mother, instead of his wife.
In a strange way Moka felt an odd kinship to Gyokuro in that moment, the Succubus did feel like a usurper.
There was disquiet in her heart, and it was not only because of the disappearance of her other half, control of her seemed to have been wrenched from her hands.
This whole situation required fixing.
The questioned was how?
The Zazore Team; Afternoon.
"Are you alright?" Mizore asked, they made their way towards the front of the school, their last period was to be spent keeping an eye out for rule breakers.
"Yeah, honestly whenever she drinks it's pretty much like sex injected into my brain." Zac informed with a laugh.
Mizore hummed but said nothing else.
"What?" Asked the Australian, noting her lack of response.
"It's just interesting, how you act." Mizore admitted, leaning against the wall in front of the school, "You're so cocksure most of the time, but it's easy for someone like me to see that you're shy, you don't really know what you're doing, but you're doing it because you think it's expected of you."
Zac looked at her, he hadn't expected this turn but he went with it, "I suppose you're right. But that's how it works, interacting with other people is a minefield and everyone's just doing their best to navigate it, yeah?"
"I suppose that's true." Mizore agreed, nodding. "I'm still learning, being around you helps with that."
"Why's that?" Questioned the Warlock.
"I like you." She said simply, "I think you have a lot to offer, even if you don't. I like being around you, I like knowing that you're there. You make me want to try to know people, so I can smile like you do."
That… genuinely warmed his heart, he felt his face heat up and his pulse quicken, he'd had honied words from Kurumu, he'd had heartfelt ones, but these were… it was like she was stating facts instead of feelings, it was a pretty incredible feeling.
"Thank you, for having such a high opinion of me, Mizore." He said gratefully, a wide smile on his face, his emerald eyes swirling with warmth that almost melted her, "I'll try to keep up with it."
"You don't have to try, if you tried you'd stop being you." Mizore dismissed with a wave of her hand, cheeks flushed. "At first, I thought if I approached you like my mother taught me, I could make you fall in love with me." She admitted, making him blink.
"We Yuki-Onna are different than most, like I've told you." She said, getting a nod from her partner, "My mother always taught me to act like those around me, and her. Because it was how she got her husband, and how so many others got theirs. I guess… I just wanted to make you like me my way, instead of hers."
"I-" Before he could speak she pressed her finger to his lips.
"I know." She assured, "I know the way you look at Kurumu, maybe even Moka. You genuinely care for them, and we've only known each other a short time, but I wanted to tell you, because honesty is easier."
"At first, I kinda had a thing for my gym teacher. He was sweet, he was nice, but something about you… drew me in. I was curious about you, I wanted to know more, I wanted to feel more." Mizore leaned back but didn't walk away, she smiled up at him and he was pretty sure he looked a fool.
"At first you were loud, and wanted everyone to know you were there. But I kept looking and saw who you really were, a guy who just wanted to belong. Like me." She leaned forward, her arms snaking around his waist as she listened to his heart.
"I spent so many years alone, the other girls at home didn't like me. The other students here thought I was weird, and even after confronting me you still offered me the chance to know you. That meant a lot to me… and knowing that I get to have you in my life, makes everyday better."
The girl stared up into his wide green eyes with her soft blues, "I love you, for who you are, for what you've done." A few strays tears fell down Mizore's face, a wide smile on her face.
Zac's heart was in his throat, he felt like he was about to burst into flames, his mouth was dry and he was completely lost for words on where to even begin.
"That was beautiful." A familiar voice said, the pair looked to see Ginei sitting on one of the pillars near the gate, a grin on his face as she snapped a picture, "Really, it was. I don't think I've ever seen a confession so well put together."
"What do you want?" Mizore asked, her expression murderous.
"Just wanted to even the playing field, I'm sure your girlfriend will love to see these." Gin said, grinning, "You know how Succubus get defensive about what's theirs." He taunted with a smug smile.
"So what, you're gonna blackmail us?" Zac said, Mizore detached from him and released her claws, "You are aware we can just kick your ass and/or destroy the camera, right?"
"You could, certainly. Or, you could delete the picture of me and we call it even." Gin rebuked.
"Boy I will bend you over my knee and force decency into you." Snapped the Warlock.
"Says the guy foolin' around with another girl behind his girlfriend's back?" The black haired teen goaded.
Zac sighed and grumbled to himself, "Don't argue it just makes you look guilty." He looked up to the smiling upperclassmen and pulled up his book, Seeker rising out of his shadow.
Seeker shot forward, Gin noticed the shadow stretching towards him and leapt from his position, the shadow returned to normal and he shook his head, "Poor-poor, Zakari-chan. You picked the wrong guy to mess with, PSC or not I don't take attacks lying down."
'Did it suddenly get darker?' Zac noted looking up as the sky seemed to grow more ominous than it already was.
"I'll just have to teach you some manners!" Gin snarled, suddenly his body blasted up in size, silver fur ran across his body, hulking muscles stretched his uniform but did not break it, his legs became double-jointed and his hands turned to claws.
The face of a Werewolf stared down at the Yuki-Onna and Warlock, a grin stretching across his face, "I'll level with you, Kouhai. I'm not just gonna hurt you, I'm gonna show that I am top dog around here."
"Oh of course you've got dog puns, you fuck." Snarled Zac with annoyance, Mizore rushed forward, a wave of frost following her, she slid towards the Werewolf only for him to twist out of the way, he rushed towards the caster who suddenly vanished in a flash of light.
"Over here." Gin felt something suddenly strike him in the solar plexus making his lungs empty, "Hex!" A searing pain blossomed in the Werewolf's back
Zac was a little turned around after using Blink but managed to capitalise on it by using Seeker as a distraction, Mizore slid back over the ice and this time managed to clip the Werewolf in the ankles, making him howl in agony.
Zac focused on the Hex Mark, "Frailty!" He commanded, Gin suddenly felt like he was a few centuries old, his bones felt brittle and his strength completely abandoned him.
Gin collapsed against the ground, Zac sighed and walked towards him, placing a hand on the Hex Mark, "Maybe next time you'll learn to fucking chill. Goddamn school and it's goddamn hormonal monsters."
As the Hex Mark drained some of Gin's life force the Werewolf seemed to pick up a second wind, whipping around and driving his teeth into the Warlock's shoulder, given that he had to kneel to access the mark he was unable to react in time.
Gin's fangs buried deep in the casters shoulder, making him scream in agony, Mizore - having been sufficiently triggered by the sound - rushed forward with the speed of an avalanche and actually sliced the Werewolf in two.
Gin's intestines spilled out all over the ground as the pressure in his jaws released, Zac fell back, his legs being covered in guts and blood, his breath was shallow as the wound burned.
"I'll get you to the nurses office." Mizore assured, kneeling down and taking him into her arms.
"Mizore…" He said with a pant, looking at his strange little Snowball, "You mean the world to me." He assured, "Sorry that I was… kinda dumbstruck, before."
She smiled at him, shaking her head, "Don't be silly." She rushed towards the infirmary, oddly nostalgic.
End of Chapter.
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