I do now own Rosario Vampire or any Spiderman property, they are owned by Akihisa Ikeda and Marvel.
Flash forward...
The blood poured in droves from every wound, minor or otherwise. There were so few patches of blue still visible that anyone couldn't be blamed for thinking Spiderman was entirely red if this was the first time they were seeing what he looked like. However if this was anyone's first time seeing Spiderman then this probably wasn't going to be a very good first impression, the first time you see someone shouldn't be when they are covered in their own blood and only just grasping onto the small bit of life left within them.
He couldn't do it. There was so much hatred, pain and despair all compiled into one all nicely wrapped in pure power. There wasn't even a single scratch on them, then again it wouldn't show anyway. Even underneath it just heals. The only silver lining here was that there were no cameras at their level, they had all been destroyed long ago so it could have him all to itself. Maybe it would share him with itself.
His mask was long ago discarded, now it's just some thin scraps of silky fabric and some wiring with it's one remaining eye, left somewhere at ground level, just another souvenir from the public execution. It didn't matter. He was dead, he knew this. There was no taking it down walking away. The only thing he could possibly do to save the day one last time was to bring them down with him.
Back to the present…
It turned out that damn flyer neglected to inform the recipient that this was a school for monster, and that wasn't some unique way of describing a boarding school full of 'bad' kids. No, actual monsters. Vampires, werewolves and whatever else, and apparently now there is a spider man. Not spider monster, spider MAN in attendance. Although he had these powers he was still human, flesh and blood. Well maybe not so much blood but that is beside the point.
And because this day was just full of surprises it just so happened that Moka was in the same homeroom as him. His idea of keeping a low profile in a school full of monsters was quickly dismantled when Moka jumped a solid ten feet through the air just to hug him. Granted it was certainly impressive but it didn't help the whole low profile idea.
The rest of the day was basically uneventful as he was dragged around the halls by ecstatic Moka whilst himself getting death stares from both boys and girls. Then again death stares were nothing compared to a hardened killer firing a fully automatic weapon at you. But these are also literal monsters so overall it evens out. Somewhat.
At some point Moka had dragged him all the way outside to a vending machine that served things like tomato juice of all things. Just as Peter could begin to dwell on what kind of monster drank tomato juice the question swiftly found an answer in the form of Moka. Why was he not surprised. But what was more surprising however was that she visibly recoiled when Peter chose water. That was definitely something he would need to bring up. Along with the more pressing questions yet to have answers, like if vampires are immune to radiation was probably the most pressing one at hand.
They both sat down on the nearby bench, Moka still huddling into a sort of ball every time Peter would take a sip of his water. Peter was starting to get desperate to know, but whenever he was about to ask something else would grasp his attention and stop the question; like how Moka, and presumably all other vampires would open a can of tomato juice, she used this small sort of stick that came with the can with had two points with which you would used to make holes with for the teeth to drink from. Then that would create more questions like if vampires can only drink using their teeth. He really needed to work on his attention span problems.
Alright! I'll ask right now. "Hey Mok-", and of course he was cut off. "Hey, Moka, right? What are you doing hanging around this guys punk ass?". Does this guy really think he Is intimidating either of us? The one in question was someone from his class that he had seen earlier, he just looked like the typical hard ass type. A few piercings here and there like his lip and his brow, and he seemed to have grown his hair down to his shoulders, and in Peter's opinion it looked like he had dipped his scalp in a fast food fryer due to how greasy it was.
Who does this guy this he is? Coming over and trying to 'claim' Moka and degrade me… actually it's basically the same as what happened in New York, I guess things never really change. Peter apparently hadn't been paying attention as he was brought back by his spidey sense tugging on his nerves and being too slow to avoid what felt like getting hit by a car, and he already knew from experience what that felt like. But on the bright side he now had a sea of can around him because of the impact he made with the vending machine.
Moka dismissed the guy, whose name Peter would learn is 'Saizo Komiya', and she immediately ran to his side. Peter looked back her to see the guy extended his lizard like tongue to grab a can of tomato juice that landed nearby to crush it in his mouth and walk away. Aw, that's so adorable. He thinks he's a threat. How precious.
Moka eventually dragged Peter all the way to the roof, now there were no distractions. All right now or never, at least nothing's attacking me at the minute, he was going to have some answers. "Hey Moka? Can I ask you some stuff?", Peter was going to get his answers regardless but he needed to be polite. Actually it had just dawned on him that he had been much quieter at his time he then he had been… ever. He'd have to change that eventually.
"Sure Peter! Anything!". Moka herself was had some questions too, like why was an American student here and what was he? Then again she'd probably couldn't ask that anyway due to the academy's rules. "Well, the first question I have is, well, how are we even talking? Everyone here has been speaking perfect English.", Peter did remember something about a barrier that blocked people out that the school didn't want getting in. Specifically humans, which was still getting to him since he is still human, just a mutated one.
"Didn't you know Peter? The seals on the academy affect everyone and everything in different ways. I'm actually hearing you speak in Japanese since that's what I'm accustomed to and that's also what all the textbooks and everything else is in for me, for you I'm guessing everything you see is in English right?", "well. Yeah actually. I was wondering about that, well that clears that up.". At least that's one question off the board. At least now I only have a few hundred left, but hey, progress is progress.
Peter seemed to be taking that answer in so Moka decided to ask a question of her own. "Um, Peter. I have something to ask as well, well two things actually. What are you and how did you get here? I don't mean it in that way! I just um… you know what I meant.", Peter still found it kind of cute how shy she got, even though moments after they first met she drunk his blood which he was still extremely paranoid about but he'd need to be more subtle about asking something like that.
"Well, I got invited here all the way from New York, I don't know why but I guessed it was because of my high grades at first but now I know that I was for the other unique trait I have. For the record I didn't even know this was a school for monsters. And also aren't we forbidden to tell people what we are?", he threw that in at the end to change the subject.
Sorry to lie to you Moka but you can't know everything. I've already figured out why I got invited here, they must have somehow figured out that 'Spiderman' is actually spider fifteen year old, but that didn't have the same ring to it Spiderman had. But that poses a question that I'm more scared of than anything, how did they know who I was and also know exactly where to find me in time for a brand new school year?!
