By: Burning Blood
Summary: Each species has a power over every other one. Vampires, posses the ability to turn their demonic energies into strength. Werewolves, posses the ability to move at speeds not visible to the naked eye. Humans…humans are the oddity in the world of monsters…a humans power doesn't revolve around it's energy…speed…or strength…no a humans power…the thing that sets this creature apart from everyone else…is when their loved ones are in danger…they have the ability to produce enough strength to do anything…even become a monster themselves.
Chapter 2:
Tsukune sat in his room beside the bed that he had laid the still awakened Moka into. Leaning back into his chair he thought. 'Okay so spill it one why do I have to make someone excited to regain my sanity, how do I use these damned powers of mine, and finally if you're a god why are you still here?' the voice chuckled deep in the recesses of Tsukune's mind.
'In order; first you must excite someone because of the Ghouls need for death and control. I had substituted the Ghouls need for blood by giving you the same rush it gets from killing people and all you have to do is set someone's blood ablaze. If the Ghouls first want isn't met then it will push for it's second want…control. It will take over your body and retrieve its first want. Second how do you use your powers? Well that's not that hard after all I ingrained them into your instincts all you have to do is figure out what they are, and what different ways can they be used. Finally well I'm a god…This is just my vacation time built up.' Tsukune raised an eyebrow at this.
'Okay so you answered some questions just to raise others. So one I won't feel the need to kill anybody, two I already know how to use my powers, and three gods have vacation days?' the voice chuckled. '
No you will never feel the need, from your Ghoul, to kill someone. Yes you already know how to use your powers, but you don't know what they are yet. Finally yes gods get vacation time. I swear to me if I had to sit behind that desk all day and all night with no vacation time filling out paperwork. I'd go on a killing spree myself. I mean seriously can people stop dying for like five minutes so that I can catch a break…oh and don't get me started on the old people that come through my office do you have any idea what it's like to be called 'Sonny?' I mean seriously I'm over four thousand years old you would think I could get a little respect but no…' It was around this time that Tsukune stopped listening to the Death god and paid attention to the silver haired beauty in front of him. Tsukune slowly reached forward to move a strand of hair that had fallen onto her face back behind her ear. However as he was moving the strand of hair his fingers accidentally brushed across Moka's cheek.
Vision
Moka-san slowly sank her fangs into Tsukune's neck. Moka-san moaned as Tsukune's crimson blood poured out onto her tongue. Moka-san's silver hair draped around her hiding what she was doing from prying eyes. Breaking herself from him neck Moka looked up to see two blood red orbs looking down at her. Moka could feel herself get warm when those bloody eyes started to glow in an eerie light. Moka had to suppress a shiver as Tsukune slowly ran his hands down her back his finger tips leaving trails of fire in their wake. Moka couldn't help but let out a soft moan however as Tsukune's hands slowly groped her ass. Looking up into his eyes Moka shivered at the mischief they held. Tsukune leaned down and whispered.
"Tell me Moka-san what do you want…where is your place?" Moka moaned as his warm breath passed over her ear. Tsukune smiled as he saw the defiance in her eyes. Tsukune slowly brought one of his hands around to the front, and dipped them in between her legs and started to…
Vision end
Tsukune was shot out of his dream like state like a rocket. Taking a quick look around and a lot of calming breaths, trying to keep a nosebleed from erupting, Tsukune yelled to the death god. 'What the fuck what THAT?' The voice laughed at the boys blight.
'That my dear boy is one of the powers that evolution has given you to help you feed.' Tsukune growled at that.
'How the hell does that help me feed? If I did any of that with Moka-san she would rip me in half!' The voice laughed again.
'Right now yes she probably would rip you in half, but that isn't what that power does.' Tsukune calmed himself in hopes of learning exactly what the hell that thing was and asked.
'Okay so what is it that power does exactly?' Tsukune could feel the Shinigami smirking in his mind.
'Why my boy it shows you what excites them…for Moka-san it seems to be your blood and a challenge…' Tsukune was confused.
'What do you mean challenge?' The voice chuckled.
'In the 'vision' Moka-san was already excited because of the taste of your blood. You excited her more however with the touches you have her. While she was aroused you challenged her authority. So like I said Moka-san likes the taste of your blood and someone who can challenge her.' Tsukune sighed as he heard that.
'Okay so will this happen every time I touch someone new?' The Death god gave a sad sigh.
'Unfortunately for me no, it won't. You see the 'visions' only activate should there be a catalyst. Like your feelings for Moka-san for instance acted as a catalyst for this vision to activate.' Tsukune nodded and thought.
'Well at least it's out of the way now.' The voice chuckled.
'Eh not quite. You see my boy should Moka-san develop any new…fetishes you will know because you will see them, and besides you still haven't seen the outer Moka's turn ons yet.' At this Tsukune was furious.
'WHAT I have to go through that again with Moka-san and Moka-chan?' The death god laughed giving him his answer. 'Shit…I'm screwed.' Tsukune was about to continue his little argument with the god of death. However a fist seemed to stop that train of thought…and any thought what so ever. Crawling out from under the fallen divider in his room Tsukune looked up to see Moka-san in a fighting position. Tsukune noticed how low her aura was but smiled as he saw her standing upright and proud even being a worn out as she was.
"Well not the way I was hoping to know you were awake but I guess it'll work." Pulling himself up Tsukune smiled at Moka only to be met with a glare. Raising an eyebrow Tsukune asked.
"Moka-san what's wrong?' Moka glared harder at the silver haired boy in front of her.
"What have you done with Tsukune?" This confused Tsukune until a picture of himself with silver hair and red eyes appeared before him.
"Oh yeah I guess I forgot I look different now don't I?" Moka glared again. Sighing Tsukune sat down on the floor and said.
"Moka-san Trust me I am Tsukune." Moka's glare never wavered. Tsukune smiled up at her.
"Take a whiff." Moka lightly smelled the air. Moka's eyes widened as she recognized the smell. Moka leveled a death glare at the boy in front of her. 'How dare this bastard hurt what is Mine.' Seeing Moka was about to yell at him for hurting Tsukune, even though HE was Tsukune. He brought his hand forward to show a small cut on his palm. Moka's eyes widened as she watched Tsukune's blood drip from the cut on his palm. Tsukune never saw it coming until it was to late. Another fist popped out of nowhere and hit him in the head. Finally regaining his bearing Tsukune was about to say something when he felt a delicate finger brush across the newly healed cut on his palm taking most of the blood with it. Tsukune looked up to see Moka put her blood covered finger into her mouth and lick it clean. Slowly sliding her finger from her mouth Moka growled at Tsukune.
"Never and I mean never do that again do I make myself clear? I am th…" Moka-san cut herself short before she finished her sentence. 'Was I really about to say that? Was I really about to say only I can make him bleed…I need some sleep that battle took a lot more out of me then I thought.' Moka walked over and snatched the Rosario off of Tsukune's nightstand and clamped it back onto its base. Looking back at Tsukune she couldn't help but think. 'Maybe I'm right Tsukune…maybe I'm the only one who should be allowed to make you bleed…I'll make sure of it.'