Bonded: A Rosario Vampire Self-Insert

Chapter 4: Why doesn't anybody listen?

-Speech-

Japanese

English

Lyon

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Get back my friendship with Kurumu, check. Get roped into the plot against my will, double check. Stopping my new friends from killing each other, now that I'm proud of. Seriously, if I hadn't negated Tsukune's choice for the swimming club then I would have been in very deep water –no pun intended. Also, any of them, and me, could have died. We ended up in the newspaper club after that. Damn freaky cat lady.

Oh, and Kurumu still ended up fan-girling over Tsukune, so there's that nail in the coffin. –Sigh-

"Dude, turn off the light. I'm trying to sleep."

"Deal with it, Komiya." I put my pencil in my journal as I finish writing. Lyon may annoy me, but the notebooks are very nice to have. And it's really the only thing I have to do besides study when I can't sleep; which is almost every night.

I put my journal in my bag and pick up my origami book. 'Be creative' he says. Fine then! You want me to experiment, so be it. We'll see who's laughing in the end. Lyon! Time skip!

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"Okay everyone, looks like we are just missing one person. He's the only senior member of the club, so try to show some respect." The doors to the club room opened, revealing a lanky teen in a slightly messy school uniform, the collar undone and a button open, revealing his (MANLY!) chest. A wolf head pendant hung from his neck to lie upon his chest. His neck length, sable hair was kept from his face by a red hair band.

"Everyone, meet Ginei Morioka, the club president." Nekonome sensei introduced. The second year waved before rushing over to Moka with a (Oh so timely) bouquet of roses. Sensei simply laughed and left us to our own devices. That was when Gin took the front desk.

"Okay everyone, like sensei said, my name is Ginei Morioka. Please call me Gin." His voice then took a serious tone.

"Our purpose is to find every single piece of hard hitting dirt we can and spread it to the public. If you aren't ready to pour every ounce of your blood, sweat, and tears into this club; then get out. We won't accept anything but the best!"

Tsukune looks scared, Moka looks awed, and Kurumu looks confused. I'm trying my hardest to not laugh.

3… 2… 1…

"Just kidding!" Oh, the other's reactions, -GASP. - Priceless. "This club is pretty laid back. Just find something for us to use each week and you should be fine."

"Wow, just wow."

-A little later-

"Hey, could you raise those a bit higher?" Baka hentai! How the girls, or at least Moka, fell for this- I will never know. No! Tsukune, don't sit next to him!

"Grahhh! You're both idiots!"

"But he's gullible, which I can use to my advantage." Gin speaks English!?

Tsukune takes his place squatting next to Gin underneath the girls, flailing back comically at what he sees.

"Woah, Aono-kun. Get enough of an eyeful, did you?"

"WHAT!?" Oh boy, I had better get over there. This could turn ugly. Scratch that. It will get ugly if the girls' glares are anything to go by.

"Tsukune-kun, did you peep on me?"

"Um, well, um…"

"Calm down Moka. No harm was done."

"So he did peep!"

"He was just trying to figure out what Gin was looking at." I shrug as if it's no big deal. Honestly, women. "Come on Tsukune. I believe the girls have to 'discuss' something with the club president."

Screams fade into the background as we leave. Looks like I was right to put the air quotes around discuss. And this is why women are the scariest thing to men. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, and that doesn't even factor in the Yokai part of it.

R.I.P. Hentai-senpai

-The next day-

Origami is fun, but can get repetitive after too long. It's like playing anything by Tecmo Koei. Immensely fun, but binging on it will leave you exhausted on it. Maybe I should draw something with the notebooks I got from Lyon.

I grab my notebook from my bag and a couple pencils and start sketching.

"What are you drawing?"

"Hmm? Oh, hello again, busty-san. It's nothing really." My eyes drift to the page I was just working on. It was a sketch for a design I still held dear. Sadly it never got published. A large, rather intimidating figure in a cloak was holding his hands over a book as if puppeteering. Several straps of silver and black adorned his robe which was otherwise purple. The only visible thing from his face was a sickeningly wide grin.

Beneath the book was a glyph array and powerful winds were simultaneously flipping the pages of the book and guiding random pages to the book from the air.

"What is it?" I can't stop the nostalgic smile.

"I call it 'Rereading the Plot.' One of my older ideas."

"I like it. Are you in Ishigami-sensei's art class?"

"No, this is just from lots of practice." Why are you looking at me like that?

"Funny, I didn't expect this from you."

"I've always enjoyed creating. Despite popular belief, Americans aren't stupid… most of the time. We just let our emotions run wild… which admittedly is not the best way to do things."

"You've thought about this quite a bit, haven't you?" I can't help but smile. She's honest to a fault.

"When you're essentially a hikikomori, you have a lot of time to think. Home wasn't always best for me. I didn't have a true friend until about age eleven, and no stable friend group until just after. Then Lyon showed up and, well… you get the idea." Was that a shiver I saw? Wow… did I scare her that badly?

"Yeah, I get it. Anyway, the club meeting is about to start, just thought I should tell you. Later, Fuwafuwa-kun." She leaves before I can say anything. I do the only logical thing.

Slam my head on the desk.

'What am I supposed to do!? It's like she wants me to chase after her while she's chasing Tsukune! And I just know that Lyon is laughing his magical rear off at the Index. Hopefully I will never have to explain that to my friends.'

Pulling myself from the desk, I make my way to the club room, only to find Tsukune beat into the ground. Moka briskly pushes past me as I enter. 'What am I forgetting now?'

"Yo, Tsukune. What did I miss?"

"He was peeping in the girl's showers." Seriously Kurumu? "Proof?" She just handed me an envelope and I nearly laughed at the contents.

"You do realize that this is Tsukune we are talking about, right?" Wow, she is seriously cute when she puffs out her cheeks… Damn it, MOEEEEEE! Had to get that out of my system.

"But… the pictures! Gin caught him!"

"And what would Gin be doing at the girl's showers?"

"He was catching Tsukune!" –sigh-

"Think about it busty-san. Why would your destined one –of all people- peep into the girl's bathroom."

And with that I take my leave.

-Some nights later-

Kurumu, Tsukune and I waited patiently at the lip of the roof for the culprit to arrive with his victim. I know that isn't the best way to look at it, but what other way is there? Think of Gin as a host club escort?

On second thought, no.

"When are they…?" Tsukune shut up at the sight of Gin and Moka arriving on the roof.

"So Gin, why did you want to meet me up here?"

"I wanted to say sorry for your loss. I know Tsukune meant something deep to you."

"Senpai, I just never thought of Tsukune as that type of person."

"The awkward, shy act was obviously just a ploy to get your attention. Please, count on me at any time. You really are beautiful tonight." He looks up to the full moon. "Under the full moon."

"Um… thank you?" Gin moved closer to the vampiress.

"I'm sure if you gave me a chance, I could make all your pain go away." He was now holding her hands. I can see Kurumu bristling next to me.

"Senpai, you're scaring me." He pulls her even closer.

"I'm sorry Moka. The full moon makes me go crazy, and you're too beautiful to ignore." A sharp intake of breath escapes Moka and she starts struggling.

"You just groped me!"

"Are you sure I'm not just holding you extra tender?" he asks rhetorically.

-FLASH, FLASH, FLASH-

"What the hell!"

Several bright flashes went off at once and paper fell from the sky into my hands.

"You're welcome, Fuwafuwa-baka." Um… thanks Lyon. I guess. Oh well, time to be heroic.

"I called it." Kurumu, why?

"No you didn't. I did. Taking false credit is unbecoming of you." I turn to Gin while flapping Lyon's photos as a taunt. "What's your move, hentai-senpai?"

"I'm going to tear your head off, Gaijin."

"Tsukune, get to- OOF!" Okay, werewolf punches hurt. Now I least Tsukune understood what I wanted as he ran for Moka. Funny, the punch probably should have hurt more than that. Why am I feeling dizzy? I feel… warm.

A shockwave shakes the campus as a familiar sense of power washes over me. Just this much is enough for me to stand back up again. Climbing back to the roof, I can feel Lyon forcing himself in.

"Don't worry, just let it go. It's not like I can afford to lose you right now." Lyon, do you realize just how much of a headache you are?

More power floods the stairwell I'm climbing. That must have been Gin going into his true form. I reach the final door before the roof and fall to one knee.

The power! It feels so good! Oh YES! LYON!

"Yes?" Good, I'm amusing him.

"I need a flashy entrance." His laughter echoes through my thoughts as my request is granted. A glyph appears at my feet, slowly traveling up my steaming form.

"Give the pervert hell."

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The two Yokai on the roof stop fighting as thunder rolls across the skies. The sky is empty save the full moon and a single cloud. Their breaths hitch as a maniacal cackle echoes through the air on a wave of madness. The sky changes from the Moka's regular bloody red to a surreal green before twisting into twenty different colors.

The apex of the color spectrum opened, letting out a flurry of paper, all of it funneling to the roof of the building at a single point. Several sheet currents shoot from the funnel, effectively mummifying Moka and Gin up to their necks.

"What is this sorcery!?" Inner Moka yells out.

More laughter is her answer. A bolt of lightning drops from the sky, the funnel guiding it to the roof. The vortex disperses as the next crack of thunder shakes the skies, revealing me in all my steaming glory.

"How is this possible!? You were so weak!" Gin cried out. He flinches as I look at him. The humidity from my body caused my hair to fall flat, hiding everything above my mouth. My blank face is shattered as a sickening grin stretches from ear to ear. I can hear the corners of my mouth tear. Strips of skin are tearing off my arms.

I don't know what he sees of my eyes behind the hair, but he seems sufficiently unnerved.

"You know, senpai." My voice echoes in triplicate. The paper from before still floats around us. "That punch really hurt." The paper above us starts to shift. "Why don't I return the favor?" The paper twists in on itself and forms multiple layers, each one sturdier than the last. Then the layers form two clumps which only build onto themselves. Protrusions build at the ends of the clumps in five places, leaving little to the imagination.

Two giant paper hands float before me, moving like the practiced hands of a marionette. I put my own hands to my mouth letting out a mock smooch sound. "Magnifique." And just for the intimidation factor, I have one of the hands form a fist and punch into the open palm of the other. The unexpected paper crunch definitely helped.

Gin attempted to roll away, only to be grabbed by one of the giant hands. The other gently pushed Moka over to Tsukune.

"What are you doing!? That dog is my opponent!" I simply give her a 'shoo-shoo' gesture, which the hand promptly mimics.

My attention turns back to Gin who's started howling, probably an attempt to call for help. I really am so glad this world is an anime art style. It makes things so much easier to look at. Like him screaming from the pressure! Now what else can I do? It has to be humiliating… OH! Oh, oh,oh, oh, oh, Lyon! Hehehehe!

"Do it. I'll make sure it works."

I put my (normal) hands together with my ring fingers and pinkies locked. My thumbs, index, and middle fingers are out like a pistol. "Secret technique." I disappear into a sea of paper which the hands disperse into. The werewolf lands on his stomach, his rump high in the air. Some sheets appear behind him which I walk out of with confidence. My hands thrust forward.

"Thousand years of death!" Gin sails through the air, never stopping his yowls of pain until a loud whump is heard. A cloud of smoke rises in the distance.

"I need to… do… that…" Slam. –Black-

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Oh, my head. Why is my jaw sore? The last thing I remember… riiiigghhht… I really need practice controlling Lyon.

"Hahahaha! Good luck with that one!" I'm really not in the mood for this.

Perfect, I'm in the infirmary… again. Looks like I'm still in my outfit from the night with Gin. I wonder how that turned out?

"So the kohai is finally awake, huh?" Speak of the devil. I give him a tired look.

"You poked me in my butt. Not cool dude," he scolds.

"To be fair, I was all too literally drunk on power."

"Yeah, the others told me about your condition." At least he's honest.

"Just one thing. How do you know English so well?" He gives his wolfish grin.

"Online webcams." I should have known…

"Anyway, I've got to get to class. You should be excused within the next day, so don't worry. I'm pretty sure Tsukune can give you any late homework." –sigh of relief- "Oh, and you may want to look in a mirror when you get the chance." What?

I wait until he leaves to go over to the mirror. "Wow, he wasn't kidding."

I run my fingers over the creases of my mouth in wonder. Small scars ran from the creases up my face about three centimeters. Similar scars could be seen on my arms.

"Well… this will either drive more people away or help me get a date. Maybe both. I'm hungry."

"I knew you would say that." I… oh!

"Yuji-sensei!"

"It is good to see you up and moving again, Connor-kun. You've been out for three days."

That fact hits me like a hammer.

"Don't worry. I've got you covered." The middle-aged doctor promptly pulled out a container.

"Thank you, sensei." I throw open the plastic container. Onigiri! Yeah rice balls!

"Now eat up. Someone your size should be eating much more than that, but it's a start. If you hadn't been given a blood transfusion you would have died." Excuse me!?

"An anonymous donator gave you some blood to keep you alive. You should be grateful."

"Of course, sensei. Very grateful," I manage between mouthfuls of sweet sticky rice. And I think those were boiled shrimp! I barely registered his sigh.

"Get better soon, Connor-kun."

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Here you go TOSIG. Chapter 4. 2700+ words. Enjoy while I try to come up with new events. Next chapter, Yukari. Ja ne!