'Wednesday.' Patrick thought, staring outside the window. 'Let's see, that makes it 4 whole days since the mermaid incident, 4 days since I almost got my friends killed, and 4 days since anyone's seen Moka.'
Their English teacher, Ms. Nekonome, was giving some speech, about some long forgotten author, which most of the class weren't paying too much attention to.
It was raining outside, and the tip-tap of the raindrops on the window cleared Patrick's mind. There hadn't been a cloud free day since Saturday. As though the heavens wanted to deliver some message. Patrick turned to look at Tsukune. He had been absolutely miserable since the other Moka had slapped him. Patrick blamed himself for his supposed plan bombing the way it did.
"Oh, Class." Ms. Neknome said. "As it turns out, it's been raining so much today, that school has been cut short, after this class, school will be over, if it this happens tomorrow, just skip to the class you'd have after this one, okay?"
This was a pleasant surprise. Patrick looked at the clock, it would soon be time for them to leave.
"Oi, Teach, do we still go to lunch?" A student asked.
"Oh, I forgot about that, yes you should still have lunch."
Soon the bell rang, and Tsukune, Patrick, and Mizore were walking down the hallway to the lunchroom, not a word was exchanged between them.
As they sat down, it was Mizore who tried to make conversation between them.
"So Patrick, have you rewritten your article for the Newspaper yet?"
"Hmm? Oh yeah, Gin said I didn't get enough pictures, and that it lacked substance, and that it was hardly fit to print on a used hankerchief, but it was good enough. I swear, that guy just doesn't like me for some reason." He answered.
Just then, speak of the devil, the head of the newspaper club himself appeared before the assembled students.
"Hey you guys, I wanted to know if anyone could look around to see if the rain has caused important enough problems to be put in the Newspaper."
"Well, as long as it can be printed on a Hanky, it's good enough to be put in the School Newspaper." Patrick said.
Gin just gave him the evil eye, and decided to talk to the other members instead.
"Well who is gonna handle the case?"
"Well, I'm trying to figure out who the serial peeper is, I've already done a bit of investigating, enough to know most of his favorite haunts." Mizore told him.
"Huh, well what about Moka, speaking of which, where is she?"
"Well, if you had payed attention to what I wrote, you would know that she's been away since the Mermaid incident." Patrick informed him.
"Huh, so she was injured?"
"Well, she also got into a fight with Tsukune, where she slapped his face." Mizore said.
Tsukune, who hadn't really been contributing to the conversation, just laid his head on the table in misery. Patrick almost saw a glint of joy in Gin's eye as he did this, but it soon disappeared, replaced with concern.
"I'm sorry to hear about that Tsukune, well, actually, I might have something to make you feel better, why don't you come with me after the bell rings? Patrick, since your not doing anything, why don't you investigate the rain."
"Come on, the fact that I almost got killed last time I did a report, doesn't give me a break?"
"No, why would it? Anyway, Bye." Gin then turned to leave.
"Mizore, do you not understand the concept of discretion?" Patrick asked her.
"Not terribly well." She said.
Patrick just sighed, knowing it would be hopeless to try to educate her on the idea.
"I just hope I don't end up meeting some sort of angry water spirit, this time around."
"Well your likely to be in less danger than I will, Peepers can be dangerous." Mizore said.
"Yeah, but you can freeze them into Popsicles, I can't." Patrick said, miserably.
"And you don't have breasts, I do." She countered.
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Tsukune met with Gin after the bell had rung, and Gin led him outside in a back area to a small building.
"Um, Gin? What is there here to help me feel better?" Tsukune asked, adjusting his umbrella.
"I thought we could just talk for a bit first," He answered. "It seems your in big trouble with Moka."
"Yeah, she totally thinks I'm a pervert now. I don't think she ever wants to talk to me." Tsukune said miserably.
"Tsukune, what exactly is your relationship with Moka?"
"Huh? Well, we've been good friends since the start of school."
"Ah, but you'd like to be more, wouldn't you?" Gin said.
"W-wait, what do you mean?"
"You like her don't you?"
"W-well, I kinda do, but if she di- that is to say-- Um, not that I wouldn't... I mean... yeah, I do."
"He-heah, no need to be so nervous Tsukune, it's just us guys." Gin told him. "You know, I've actually heard some rumors..."
"What kind of rumors?"
"Well, I've heard that some people have seen Moka giving you kisses on the neck."
"WHAT!!! I mean-- well kinda, but it's not actually like that, it's just that she- I mean... would you believe me if I told you it was against the school rules to explain it?"
"I have heard worse excuses, trust me Tsukune." Gin said. "It look's like the rain's finally letting up."
Indeed the rain had finally stopped, although the clouds threatened to start up anytime soon. The two of them put down their umbrella's.
"Anyway, Tsukune, that thing that would make you feel better? I want you to look over there." He said pointing to a high-up window on a building. "Take a peek inside."
"What for?" Tsukune asked.
"Don't you want to mend your relationship with Moka?"
'How the heck is looking through a window gonna help my relationship with Moka?' Tsukune thought.
Gin just gave him a knowing, reassuring smile. "Get up there by climbing this drum." He told him, gesturing to a steel drum next to the wall.
Tsukune moved the steel drum up to the window and climbed up to see through the window.
"You know, Moka is an even better woman than what the rumors say." Gin said. "I fell in love with her at first sight. Moka Akishiya... I'll definitely make her mine."
"W-why are talking about that so suddenly?" Tsukune asked. Tsukune turned to look through the window, and saw many woman in various states of undress. 'T-the g-g-girls changing room!!??'
Tsukune saw a flash of a camera out of the corner of his eye, he turned to see Gin holding a picture of Tsukune peeping.
"Peeping is bad Tsukune. If I show this photograph to Moka, she'll definitely hate you forever." Gin said with an evil smile. "Your relationship with Moka will crumble!"
"What was that sound just now?" One of the girls in the changing room said.
"Gin you framed me!"
"Who was that just now?"
"Do you think it could be the serial peeping tom?"
"Look, in the Window!"
Before Tsukune's eye's Gin disappeared, and he was then hit by some women's make-up product, knocking him off the drum, and on to the ground.
"There he is!"
"The peeping tom! It's the peeping tom!"
Soon all the girls were coming out of the locker rooms, and to where Tsukune was, and when he saw that many of them had come out armed with a manner a makeshift weapons (Bats, rakes, pipes etc.) he made the wise decision to run.
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'Okay, I guess I could go around the school groups and/or classes that go outside, and ask them if any of their plans have been cancelled, or upset by the heavy rain' Patrick thought to himself 'Mental note: Put off gym class until last' Patrick usually hated gym class normally, but the teacher was brutal, he worked all of the boys hard, and he had been caught by the students looking at the girls in perverted ways on more than one occasion.
As he aimlessly walking down the path, Tsukune ran by him so fast, he could feel a gust blow in his wake.
"Tsukune, why are you running?!" Patrick yelled. Tsukune turned his head to see Patrick, and pointed behind him. Patrick looked in the direction that Tsukune pointed, and saw an army of half-dressed woman, armed with a manner of hodge-podge weapons, running after Tsukune. "Word of advice, run faster!" Patrick yelled, as the army ran past him.
'This is definitely worthy of interest.' He thought. Patrick then decided run after them to figure out what was happening. He caught up with a woman dressed in a pair of gym shorts, and a white button-up shirt, wielding a garden rake.
"Excuse me miss." Patirck said, tapping the girl on the shoulder. "But why is an army of almost half-naked woman, carrying a variety of melee weapons, chasing after that poor fellow up front?"
"Why are you talking like that?" The girl asked.
"It's just a thing I do." He answered. "Anyway, your answer miss?"
"He's the serial peeper, we found him peeping outside the girls locker room."
"I thought the serial peeper was supposed to be faster, how can you be sure that he's not just a one-time peeper?"
"Does it matter?" She asked.
"In the long-run? I guess it doesn't." Patrick decided to stop chasing after the small army, and thought for a second. He calculated where they were headed, were Tsukune would likely go, and thought of a short-cut he could take to reach Tsukune.
Patrick headed through a school building, and came out through the other side. Sure enough, he could hear the rumbling of the small army chasing Tsukune.
"Tsukune, over here!" Patrick yelled, waving his arms, trying to catch his attention.
Tsukune ran towards him, and through the door that Patrick was keeping open. Before he could keep going, Patrick grabbed his arm to stop him.
"What are you doing? They're going to catch me!" Tsukune said desperately.
"Be patient, trust me." Patrick said.
Sure enough, the woman caught up with him and assembled infront of them in the hallway.
"You have nowhere left to run, and nowhere to hide!" The leader of the group said.
"You see, that's where you're wrong." Patrick said. With that he pushed Tsukune into a room connected to the hallway.
"How's that going to help him?" The leader asked.
"Look at the sign." Patrick said pointing upwards. The assembled woman looked above the doorway, and were devastated by what they saw. Tsukune had been pushed into the boys bathroom.
"Now ladies, if you'll excuse me." He said, walking into the bathroom himself.
"Why haven't they come in here?" Tsukune asked Patrick.
"Tsukune, look around, tell me where we are."
"We're in the boys bathroom!" Tsukune said, oblivious.
"Say that again."
"I said we're in the boys... bath... room. Why didn't I think of that!"
"So... why were you being chased by a marauding gang of oddly dressed woman, that looked as though they would beat you to death, the moment they caught you?"
Tsukune took a deep breath, then exhaled as if to calm himself. "When Gin took to me to somewhere to cheer me up, he took me to the back of the women's changing room, but I didn't know it, and he told me that looking through the window would cheer me up, so I looked, and while I was, he said he was going to make Moka his woman, and then when I looked, he took a picture, and he's gonna use it as blackmail, or worse, and then the girls caught, me, and started chasing me." He said.
"So basically what I'm getting is... your screwed."
"Can't I get a bit of sympathy here?!"
"Sorry, I apologize for my bluntness. Anyways, your safe here at least."
"I can't live in a bathroom."
"Why not? You got water, sanitation, and I'll be sure to bring you some food every now and again."
"Patrick..." He said, almost hopeless.
"Sorry, just joking, you know trying to ease the tension. I guess I'm not doing so well. Don't worry, if we can just expose Gin's true colors, then your name will be clear."
"But how are you gonna prove he framed me?"
"That's a good question." Patrick said, leaning against a sink. "Hmm... well, we know he's trying to get Moka, and I guess he's trying to ruin your current relationship with those pictures of his..."
"Actually, he more or less used those exact same words."
"Okay, that makes things simpler. So far, Gin has those pictures, and the testimony of 20-25 girls out there, and all you have is my good word, even though I wasn't there... "
Tsukune just sighed at the hopelessness of the situation.
"What evidence would he have left behind?" Patrick asked.
"None, after he took the pictures, he up and vanished."
"Vanished?"
"Literally, as in poof."
"That 'aint good. Let's see... at the very least, if we can get some of the documented sighting of the serial peeper, and if we get an alibi for you during those accounts, we'd prove you're not the serial peeper at least... but the woman out there would still beat you the same, just to make an example to the real peeper... okay, I'm coming up with diddly here, Mizore is researching the real peeprer, I'll go talk to her, see if she has anything that might help, and come back here okay?"
"And I'm just supposed to stay here?" Tsukune said exasperated.
"Oh no, you can leave anytime you want, just be sure to avoid being spotted by any, and all females in this school." Patrick answered.
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15 Minutes later
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'How long am I going to be caged in here, what am I going to do? Will I have to stay here for the rest of my life.' Tsukune thought miserably. He pictured himself as an old withered man, still in his uniform, waiting on a toilet, as a bunch of old ladies were threatening him from outside.
"Hey, what are all of you guys doing outside the bathroom?" Tsukune froze. That was Moka's voice out there. 'This is bad, this is bad, this is very, very, bad!'
"Ah Moka. We need to talk."
"What is it?" She asked.
"You know that boyfriend of yours, Tsukune?"
'BOYFRIEND!??' Tsukune thought.
"Wa-wait a minute, Tsukune and I aren't-"
"Huh? But I've seen you kissing him on the neck."
"B-b-buts that not-- that is to say... would you believe me if I told it you it's against the school rules to explain that?"
"I've heard worse cover-ups Moka, believe me."
"A-anyway, Tsukune and are just friends."
"But isn't there something more?" The girl outside said.
"W-well... it'd be nice if we were..."
"Hah, I knew it. Well Moka, I'm sorry to be the one to tell you this, but we just exposed Tsukune as the serial peeper."
"You wha!?" Moka said, astonished.
"Yeah, caught him peeking outside the Womans changing room, and we chased him here."
"DON'T BELIEVE THEM MOKA!!!" Tsukune screamed from inside the bathroom.
"Tsukune!?" Moka said outside.
"It was a misunderstanding, honest!" He yelled.
"Hah!" The girl outside said. "We saw you looking through the window!"
"Well..." Tsukune said in a hopeless voice. "I really did peep, but I was--"
"QUIET" The girl outside yelled. "So he admits it, he is the peeper!"
"Oh no, I did it again..." Tsukune said to himself.
"Well thanks to you, it looks like Moka just ran off to have a good cry." The Woman outside said. "I hope you like it in there, because we're going to make you pay the moment you step outside there."
"Why does this stuff happen to me... why not someone else... someone who actually understands what to do about these sort of things..." Tsukune said miserably.
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"ACHOO!!" Patrick sneezed, as he walked on a path between the school, and the forest. He had been wandering awhile, and the now the sun was beginning to set, turning the clouds on the horizon into a mixture of pinks and yellows.
"Ah, wonder what caused that? It ain't allergy season, so it's not pollen, some scientists think it's meant to prevent harmful UV lights from getting in your eye's, but if my current theory of Vampire's, and the academy's secret barrier is right, then no UV light should be here. And I'm right more often than not. I believe it's the Japanese who think that random sneezing is caused by someone talking about you... ahh, but that's just superstition." He said.
"Okay if I were Mizore, were would I be..." Patrick thought for a moment, before coming up with a figurative lightbulb. "Hey Mizore, could you come out, I want to ask you something."
"Yes?" She said, magically appearing behind him.
Patrick almost jumped out of his skin. "You know right now, I'm not sure how I should feel. On the one hand, this saves me a whole lot of looking. On the other, I'm rather disappointed that worked."
"What is that you wanted to ask me?" Mizore said innocently.
"Well, poor ol' Tsukune's has gotten into a smidge of trouble."
"You mean that now everyone in the School thinks he's the serial peeper, and he's now holed up in the boys bathroom?" She said.
"Where do you find time to gossip, when you're so busy stalking me?" Patrick asked in amazement.
"Word travels fast, and one of the advantages of nobody knowing you're there, is that you learn a-lot of stuff you wouldn't learn otherwise."
"I see. Another thing, Gin apparently has the hots for Moka, and he's trying to frame Tsukune, and ruin their relationship."
"Then I think you should take a look at these." Mizore said, handing him a pair of photographs.
Patrick took a second to look at the pictures before grinning like the cheshire cat. "One question: Why am I just seeing these?"
"I wanted to wait until the next meeting." She said with an evil grin.
"I probably would have done the same thing." Patrick said, giving a smile of approval. "Alright, I think Tsukune's been cooped up in that stinky bathroom long enough, let's go liberate him."
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'I wonder if I can fit through that window up there?' Tsukune thought, looking at the small window in the bathroom. 'Nah, considering my luck, I'd get stuck, and the women would pelt with anything they could find. Hah, just like a Witch on trial.'
"Okay women, I now have proof that Tsukune is an innocent. Please go away from here, as I doubt he will be easy with the assembled crowd. And please get some proper clothes on. You all look like what a fashion magazine throws up." He heard Patrick say.
Soon he entered the bathroom greeting Tsukune. "Behold, for here comes the Messiah, the savior, the one he kept you hide from being skinned by a bunch of bloodthirsty monsters. Who simply happened to be female."
"What's with the flashy introduction?" Tsukune asked.
"Ah, I just felt like doing something odd."
"Honestly Patrick, I can't thank you enough."
"Thank me, I'm the one that took the pictures." Mizrore said, again appearing out of nowhere.
"Um... Mizore, this is the boy's bathroom." Tsukune said.
"I suppose it is."
"Which means this is forbidden territory to all women everywhere." Patrick tried to explain.
"I just wanted to be part of the conversation."
"I have an idea, let's move outside the bathrooms."
"Good idea." Tsukune said.
And so, the trio walked into the hallway, which only minutes ago, was filled with a army of Monsters out to beat Tsukune to death. That just happened to be entirely composed of Women.
"Is nothing sacred these days?" Patrick mused.
"Anyway, what did you say about pictures?" Tsukune asked.
"Here." Mizore said, fishing them out of her pocket, and handing them to Tsukune.
"Ah-hah! Thanks Mizore. This'll show him."
"Well, I guess with our problems solved, you'll just show these to Moka when she come back to class, and all will be as it was." Patrick said.
"Um... about that..." Tsukune said. "While I was in the bathroom..." Tsukune explained the conversation with Moka and the girls outside (Although he left out the parts about who like who.).
"Tsukune, whit did I tell yer' about sayin' things' that 're only gonna git ya inta trouble?" Patrick said, in a southern accent for emphasis.
"Alright, I'm an idiot, but the point is she still thinks I'm a pervert." Tsukune said exasperated.
"Wait a minute." Mizore said. "What I'm getting is that Gin is trying to ruin Tsukune's reputation with Moka, and now that she already thinks he's the serial peeper, and that Gin has pictures of Tsukune peeping..."
"Ah, crud! I forgot about that." Patrick said.
"Wait! Then that means..." Tsukune said.
"It means we should get a move on." Patrick finished.
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Moka was standing over one of the railings that lined the school rooftop. She had been standing there so long that she hadn't noticed the passage of time. She didn't notice the sun setting, nor did she notice how the clouds began to part, and reveal a large, full, red-colored moon. The wind blew, but Moka did not care as she was so deep in thought.
"What's wrong? What are you doing here?" Moka snapped out of her thoughts, and saw Gin, his figure highlighted in the moonlight. "It's already nightfall. Look, there's a beautiful moon out tonight.
"Gin..."
"I heard about it, you know... about Tsukune." He said, walking over to her. "Even though he doesn't seem the type, the saying 'You can't judge a book by it's cover' applies here.
Moka simply looked down towards the ground, miserably. "Is it true..." She asked. "is it true that Tsukune is the peeping tom?" She said remembering what the girls oustside the bathroom had said. "I..."
"I understand that you want to believe him, however he was caught red-handed doing the deed."
"But..."
"Moka... you should just forget Tsukune." He said, grabbing her shoulder, trying to comfort her.
Moka, who had been content to look at the ground until now, looked up at Gin, with distrustful eyes.
"Let me comfort you tonight." Gin said, with a undetectable hint of malice. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her onto him, and leaned to down to try to kiss her, which Moka was desperately trying to avoid.
"No!" She said, pushing him a fair distance away from her.
"That leaves me no choice then..." He said disappointed. "I actually didn't want you to see this. He reached in side his jacket and pulled out some photographs and showed them to Moka.
"I don't know who photographed them, but these pictures have been circulating everywhere."
Moka took the photo's and was horrified, seeing that they showed Tsukune peeping into the Womens changing room.
"This is..."
"Photograph's of the peeping tom in action. You should understand now. Tsukune... is a hated pervert."
"I'd like to believe Tsukune instead of these photographs." She almost hopelessly.
"Can you still believe him?" Gin said. "You're just lying to yourself. You should just be more frank. This is reality." He said showing her the pictures. "Tsukune is a lecher, who specifically the drum for support in order to peep in the girls changing room!"
"HA-HA! I TOLDJA IF WE WAITED LONG ENOUGH HE'D LET SOMETHING SLIP!" Patrick exclaimed.
"Huh?" Gin turned around and saw Patrick holding on to Tsukune, holding his hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. "What are you doing here!?"
"I'm going to be the one asking questions here!" He said releasing Tsukune. "How do you know that Tsukune had to move a steel drum to get to peep?"
"Well if you look at the pictures..." He said.
"Yeah, let me have a look at those pictures." He said coming towards him. He took the pictures from Gin's hand, took a half a second looking at them. "Hmm, just a I thought, Gin, you are aware that these pictures only show Tsukune's upper half, right?"
"What, do think I'm stupid or something?"
"Well if you look at the picture, there's no obvious way to tell that Tsukune is standing on anything." He said. "Here, take a look." He said showing them to Moka.
"You're right!" Moka said.
"Moka... If you wouldn't mind... could I try to explain myself?" Tsukune asked.
"T-that's... oh, right, it's because I went to the scene after it had happened. Even though that was the first time I was there, I knew immediately that he had used it for support." Gin said, scratching an itch on his face.
"Do you know how to tell when a man is bluffing?" Patrick asked him. "There are many, one of them is that he starts touching his face." Gin immediately stopped scratching his face at this.
"Gin, how do you know that Tsukune moved the steel drum?" Mizore asked.
"Yes, well, those things weren't there originally." Gin said.
"Wait a minute..." Moka said. "didn't you just say that the first time you were there was when you checked after Tsukune peeped."
"Yeah, how would you know it wasn't there originally?" Tsukune said.
Gin grimaced at their words.
"So, can we say, Gin, that you were there at the crime seen when the alleged peeping happened?" Patrick said.
"That's right Moka, he was there! He--" Tsukune said
"Moka don't listen to that pervert!" Gin yelled. Gin tried to regain his composure, and tried again. "Alright, so I went to that spot before, and yeah, I knew that the drums were used as support, but that doesn't mean I was there when it happened."
"So why did you lie?" Mizore said.
"One more thing, after Tsukune was chased by the Women that had been there, some of them got rid of the barrel, for fear of something like that happening again. In fact, me and Mizore took a picture to see where the person who took the picture would have been." Patrick took out a photo, and gave it to Moka. "As you can see, the barrel is gone."
"So that means..." Moka said.
"It means, that the barrel was only there, when the peeping happened, it wasn't there before, and it was removed afterwards. And since it doesn't appear in the photograph, the only way you would know there was one at all, would be if you were at the scene of the crime" Patrick said. "But wait, there's more. Mizore if you would."
"We asked around, and we found a few witnesses that said they saw you move the drum before the peeping happened."
"Which means..." Moka said.
"Ah, but that's still not the end. Mizore was doing a stake-out of the serial peeper's favorite haunts, most specifically, the girls changing room. While she was there, she actually took a few pictures of the whole incident taking place." Patrick told them.
Mizore took out the photo's and gave them to Moka.
"These are... these show Gin taking the picture of Tsukune peeping!" Moka exclaimed.
"Exactly, Gin had me framed the entire time!" Tsukune said.
Gin took a step back, and then threw his head back, laughing.
"So you caught me, big whoop, you've exposed my ways to Moka, proved I'd had Tsukune framed the whole time. What's the big deal about a barrel being where it shouldn't, or Mizore catching me at one of my favorite spots. Who cares! I certainly don't! I am still going to make Moka my woman!"
"Wait a minute..." Tsukune said. "did he just say that Mizore caught him at one of his favorite peeping spots?"
"So that means..." Mizore said.
"Good going Dr. Loose-lips, why didn't I figure it out!" Patrick said.
Gin took another step back, and suddenly a whole cache of photo's showing half-naked women fell from the insides of his jacket, and on to the rooftop.
"Gin is the serial peeping tom!" Moka said.
Mizore and Moka gave Gin a look that had 'die' written on it.
"Enough of this nonsense!" He said. "Since it's come to this, I'll use my power, and make you my woman Moka Akishiya!"
Gin leapt over there heads, and landed 20 feet behind them. Suddenly before they're eye's he transformed, his shoulder's broadened, and his already long hair grew into a mane. He gained sharp claws on the ends of his fingertips, and his shoes ripped as his feet changed, growing claws as well. Grey hair grew all along his body, covering every inch. His ears elongated, and became pointed, and traveled up his head. A tail ripped out of his pants, and his face elongated, gaining fangs filling up his maw. There was no mistaking what monster he was, as he reared up and howled at the moon. Werewolf.
"A Werewolf, believed to be a man or woman cursed to transform into the form of a half-man, half-beast creature each full-moon. They're minds are said to degenerate into that of a blood-thirsty beast. Known for they're speed and strength." Patrick said.
Gin leapt, and almost hit the group before the scattered, and then disappeared before they could gather they're wits. Mizore quickly transformed into an Ice woman, and held her claws in a defensive stance.
Gin soon reappeared in front of Moka, who had fell to the ground. Mizore fired some Ice daggers at him, but he quickly dodged them, making it look as though he hadn't been standing there to begin with.
Tsukune tried running headlong at him, but Gin just leapt at him, claws first. Tsukune turned just in time for them to only graze his sides, but as they did, the pain caused him to lose his balance, causing him to fall head-forward into the floor. Moka tried to grab his arm to help stop him, but he simply flipped overhead of her, and landed a few feat away from her.
Gin appeared once more behind Tsukune, and starting pounding him with his foot.
"If you don't want to die, just give up Moka Tsukune!" He said, as he kicked him. "Just disappear!" Gin raised his arm to strike, but was stopped, when a wave a fear, terror, and malcontent washed over everyone present. He turned around to where the feeling was coming from, and saw Moka transformed. She had picked herself from the ground, and was looking at Gin as though he were a miserable mutt that needed to be put to sleep. He silver hair was flowing in the wind, and as she readied herself to fight, well... let' s just say everyone there was glad that they weren't Gin.
"No way... no way! Red pupils... a Vampire!" Gin was frozen stiff. Tsukune took the opportunity to get away from Gin, and closer to Mizore and Patrick. In his hand, you could see the Rosario.
"So this is Moka's true form. Beautiful... this is the best! A vampire is fine too!" He then leapt into the air, and got ready to pounce. "Even if I have to defeat you, I'll still make you my woman!"
"Don't be ridiculous, you idiot!" The other Moka said, throwing a punch, but where Gin's face should have been, he fist met only met empty air, and Gin appeared far behind her.
"Were you looking at me? I'm over here!" Moka turned and was him standing on the railing, his figure highlighted in the moonlight again.
"He's fast!" Tsukune exclaimed.
"He's extremely agile!" Mizore said.
"I thought Vampire's and Werewolves were suppose to hate each other?" Patrick said.
"Um... Patrick, does that really matter now?" Tsukune said.
"Why not now, Yang Moka's gonna gonna kick his but anyway."
"Yang Moka" Tsukune asked.
"Yeah, Yin and Yang; good and evil, black and white, light and dark." Patrick explained.
"I wouldn't count on it though." Mizore said.
"Why"
"If Vampires' rely on strength, Werewolves are monsters that rely on speed!" Gin said. "And the stronger the moonlight, the faster the speed. The moonlight of the full moon is at it's brightest!" With that he dashed around Moka, faster than the eye could see, as if to taunt her. "Werewolves are undefeatable on the night of a full moon!"
Yang Moka just stood there, hoping for an opening to attack.
"Give it up! As long as a full moon is there, I'll definitely win!" At that, he stopped, at a railing, and charged headlong at Moka, who just barely dodged him. Then, suddenly, Moka grabbed his arm.
"What the... I was stopped? B-but how?! C-could it be...?" Gin turned around to look at the sky, and was that the moon was being blocked by cloud cover. "OH NOOOO!!!! THE MOONS COVERED BY THE CLOUDS! I'M IN BIG TOUBLE NOW, I CAN'T USE MY POWER WITHOUT THE MOON'S LIGHT!"
"Well...." Patrick said.
"That's rather underwhelming." Mizore said.
Moka just looked at Gin with disgust as he desperately, and futilely struggled against her iron grip.
"Hold on... don't get cocky... even if the moon is covered, don't underestimate us Werewolves!" He said. "I'll show you the power of a super monster! Be my obedient woman Moka!" He made an attempt to attack her with his free hand, but she quickly grabbed his other arm mid-strike.
"You untamed dog." She said. "You aren't fit to be my opponent. Know your place!" WIth that, she pulled his hand down, and kicked the back of his head, and then flipped, and kicked the front of his face, sending him flying into the railing. GIn managed self-right himself and land on the railing, but the momentum caused it to break, and sent him falling 30 feet to the ground.
"You know, I'm gonna start timing these, that couldn't have lasted more than 2 minutes." Patrick remarked.
Yang Moka simply walked over to Tsukune and grabbed the Rosario from his hand. Before latching it back on to her neck, she said: " You're very lucky Tsukune. If it hadn't been proved that you were framed, you would be dead by now." As she latched it back on to her neck, Tsukune rushed to catch her as she fell.
"So I guess everything's back to normal. What ever that is." Patrick said.