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A/N: Sorry about taking so long with this chapter, things have been busy with work and such, but here it is, enjoy!

"This is just regular speech between characters."

"This is someone's thoughts or speech on TV."

This is Inner Moka speaking through the Rosario.

Chapter 3: A Blue Dove for the Princess

In human world, the war between Osea and Yuktobania raged on. Many were losing their lives as it dragged on, but elsewhere around the world, weird events began to occur. An important dam near the Eaglin Straits of Osea that provided power to nearby cities had mysteriously exploded, flooding over several towns and cutting off power to many other cities. In Kryachnagorsk, Yuktobania, the nuclear power-plant in the city had a major meltdown, leaking out radiation to the surrounding cities, killing many. Even on the Usean continent, there was a huge accident involving the crashing of 4 different planes over North Point. Standing upon a mountain was Abbaddon's lackey, Ofnir, showing little to no emotion as he saw these chains of catastrophes that he was directly responsible for amidst a bloody war.

Meanwhile in the Youkai world, Grabacr was creating his own havoc as per his master's request. He had already assassinated several high-ranking officials within a few local councils and was terrorizing every area he came across, killing off yet another family of werewolves with his curved broadsword and burning the homes with fire as he laughed almost maniacally. Soon he began to conjure up demonic minions and the like as they spread out all over the world.

However, life at Youkai Academy seemed at least for the most part untouched by the war in the human world and the chaos that went on everywhere else around them. Tsukune's mother would update him on how she and his cousin Kyouko were doing and the progress on the war. And as such, Tsukune would write articles for the newspaper club with regards to the war. The latest issue had his article prominently on the front page with the headline that read: "YUKE SUB HRIMFAXI SUNK BY THE DEMONS OF RAZGRIZ, OSEA OFFENSIVE CONTINUES!" He also wrote another article on how the war affected the students in Youkai Academy, noting that many students had friends, even relatives that still lived in the human world, and a lot of them fighting for the Osean Defense Forces in Yuktobania.

"I hope my boyfriend is okay, he's a human in the Osean Air Defense Force and he's fighting the war in Yuktobania!" a girl screamed out as she read Tsukune's article, sighing quietly.

"Tsukune!" a familiar blue-haired succubus yelled out as she pounced on him and smothered her well-endowed breast into his face. "I've missed you Tsukune! I was so worried that you wouldn't come back!"

Tsukune struggled to pry himself from the succubus' iron grasp as he felt himself suffocate in Kurumu's chest.

"Kurumu….I…suffocating!" Tsukune yelled out as Mizore, the ice woman pryed the succubus away.

"You really need to stop doing that to my Tsukune…" said Mizore as she sucked on her usual mint lollipop with a smile. "Hello Tsukune, I've missed you."

All of the sudden two very large brass pans fell from the sky, hitting both Mizore and Kurumu on the head, Tsukune looking over to see that the culprit was none other than Yukari, watching her run up to Tsukune and hugged onto him tightly.

"Of course…" Tsukune said to himself but managed a smile. "Hey Yukari!"

"Tsukune! I really missed you! Desu! Desu!" exclaimed Yukari in her high pitched voice, but another girl was about to join in as Tsukune heard yet another voice.

"Tsukune!" Moka yelled out as she pounced on Tsukune from behind and promptly bit at his neck. KAPUCHU!

It was sometime later as Tsukune laid back on his bed in his dorm, it was actually raining outside for once, and in fact, he couldn't remember if ever rained at Youkai Academy ever since he got there. Sighing quietly, he started to remember someone from his childhood, another friend of his, an Osean named Alvin H. Davenport who lived not too far off from his house when they were kids. Alvin's father was an Osean fighter pilot for a nearby Osean Air Base until they transferred him back home, and consequently Alvin moved back home. The last time Tsukune heard from him was when he told him that he had turned 18 and had already enlisted into the military to become a fighter pilot. Tsukune had no doubt in his mind that Alvin was fighting the war in Yuktobania. A part of him still longed to be in the sky with his friend, delivering his holy wrath upon the Yukes below, but the other part of him cared for Moka too much to leave her or disappoint her for that matter.

"Should I really even be here…?" Tsukune asked himself, the room only replying with dead silence as it continued to pour outside. Though a voice outside perked up his ears a little bit, like a girl screaming or something along those lines. He carefully picked himself back up to look out the window as he spotted Moka being harassed by two different male students, perverts trying to have their way with Moka, Tsukune deduced as he watched Moka attempt to pull off her rosario, but to no avail. Quickly, Tsukune took his sword and jumped out the window, landing between Moka and the other two students.

"Moka-san, are you okay?" asked Tsukune as Moka slowly nodded as she got back to her feet.

"I'm alright Tsukune." She replied as she smiled, glad that Tsukune had come to her rescue as Tsukune turned to the others, completely drenched by the downpour of rain.

"You two should leave her alone. Turn back and leave this place." Said Tsukune in a calm, but authoritative voice as he held the Blade of Razgriz in an attack stance.

"What? Another one? It doesn't matter, we'll make Moka our woman either way, but we'll just go ahead and kill you first!" yelled one of them as they both transformed into large serpent monsters, rearing their terrible fangs at Tsukune. One of them immediately attempted to dart straight at Moka while the other at Tsukune, quickly he felt his anger rise as he spotted the one going straight Moka, his human aura soon turning into an oppressive, powerful demonic aura, so much so that even Inner Moka could feel it. Mizore, Kurumu, and Yukari all coming out just in time to see Tsukune fully transform as they all gasped, shocked, at a loss for words.

"Tsu-…" Outer Moka began to say as Inner Moka finished. "-kune…I don't believe this, how…where is he getting this immense power?"

The Blade of Razgriz glowed a dark blue as it continued to rain, the sky a blood red as his long, flowing golden blond hair revealed itself, his mailed armor covered by a red mantle emblazoned with a golden lion, his adamantium helmet similar to what Razgriz himself wore in battle, quickly stabbing the sword into the ground, inches away from the serpent that was close to Moka as it quickly cowered back towards its cohort in fright.

"What…what is this power? Who are you?" yelled the serpent twins.

"I am the great demon of the North Sea, I am the great reckoning, I am the savior of humanity, I am Razgriz…" Tsukune said as Moka stood back, shocked. And just as quickly, Tsukune sliced through one of the serpents, forcing it to transform back into its human form, the sheer force of the attack knocking the other back.

"When did Tsukune…How?" asked Kurumu.

"He's become so much stronger than we had ever imagined him to be…" responded Mizore as Yukari merely nodded in agreement.

But just then. Tsukune felt himself weaken as he was brought down to his knees, the transformation had taken a lot out of him and he had still yet to complete the overall process, great pain overtaking his whole body. Seeing this, the serpent monster bit straight into Tsukune's right arm that held onto the Blade of Razgriz as Tsukune screamed out in pain. He shored up what strength he had as he knocked the serpent away with a strong punch to the head, his entire arm punctured upon and bleeding profusely.

"Tsukune!" Moka yelled out as she held out her arms, running to catch him as she did, holding onto him tightly, willing to lay down her life so that Tsukune wouldn't take anymore damage or harm.

"Moka-san…I'm sorry…I…failed again…" Tsukune gasped out as he fell unconscious as his hand grabbed onto the rosario, Outer Moka gasping as she underwent her transformation into her more powerful inner self, the sky covered in bats. Inner Moka looked over to the fallen Tsukune, still in his demon form as she eyed him from his head to toe, noticing his more defined muscles, a light grin fell upon her expression. The other girls looking at her with seething, but cautious jealousy while Yukari cheered Moka on. Quickly Moka turned back to the remaining serpent monster.

"How dare you harm MY Tsukune?" yelled Inner Moka as the other girls started getting angry over her comment about ownership over Tsukune. "KNOW YOUR PLACE!"

With that Inner Moka swiftly kicked the serpent in its belly, high up into the air as it knocked out Mizore and Kurumu. She looked back towards Tsukune as he struggled to get back on his feet, holding his right arm in great pain.

"I'm…starting to lose feeling in this arm…" said Tsukune as he collapsed into Moka's chest as she blushed, but holding onto him nonetheless, a small smile crossed her face as she remembered the first time she saw Tsukune after her first battle in their freshman year. Some hours had passed as the clock flashed 8:00 PM. Tsukune slowly awoke with Moka in her outer form getting back on her feet.

"'Ah! Tsukune! I'm glad you're awake and okay now! Ruby-san patched up your arm and said it should heal within a couple of days!" said Moka as she dragged Tsukune's seemingly heavy sword across the floor and leaned it up against the wall.

"Ugh…what the hell happened earlier? I feel like something the cat drug in from outside…" said Tsukune as he groaned in pain.

"You fought bravely Tsukune, and you almost defeated both of them too." Said Moka as she smiled, pulling out the book Tsukune had in his possession. "A Blue Dove For The Princess…"

Sighing quietly, Tsukune realized that he had yet again, failed to defend Moka, himself, and the rest of his friends. Moka opened up the book and began to read aloud, curious as to what this story was about, the same story that was a favorite of Tsukune's as a bedtime story.

"Once upon a time..." Moka started out.

There lived a dove in a castle in a country where green and warmth prevailed. The dove had been taken care of by a princess since she found the young dove injured in the castle's garden. The dove was injured so badly that he felt like his wings were about to be torn off. The pain was all over his body and he could do nothing, but lay himself on a leaf bed. It was the princess who saved him. She carried him into a small cage, which was hanging in a window in the corner on the house. Despite living inside the cage, he was far from frustration.

The princess always gave him close attention and the scenery through the window was wonderful. More importantly, he could enjoy watching every move she made. Having recovered from the injury, he became healthy enough to jump around inside the cage.

The dove was so happy with the days there and hoped that it would continue for good; but at some point everything began to change. The princess, who was always in good shape and made it a habit to come visit him many times a day; did not show up even once on that day, She did not come up and feed him until the end of day.

On the following day, early in the morning, the dove saw many noblemen gather around the princess. They all had an anxious look on their faces. It seemed that the princess had a disease. She may not be able to get well. She may possibly pass away. How can this happen when the neighboring country just ceased warfare? How can this be when peace of the world is close at hand? The men were talking about all of this.

"The Demon of Razgriz!" One of them suddenly spoke up in a loud voice. "When history witnesses a great change, Razgriz reveals itself, first at a dark demon. As a demon, it uses its power to rain death upon the land and then it dies".

"However after a period of great slumber, Razgriz returns, this time as a great hero."

"Only the Demon of Razgriz can do this to her!"

Thinking about how healthy she looked on the previous day and how seriously these men cared about her, the dove felt uneasy more than ever. She may disappear. She may not wake up to come see me. These sad feelings lingered on in his mind.

While caring about the princess and looking back upon the days spent with her, an old memory flashed across the dove's mind. It was the story that his mother told him before she died. "Somewhere in the world is a big tree, known as the Orion Poplar and its magical fruits can cure every injury and every disease. It is far, far away; deep down in the rocky mountains that no man can ever set foot in".

"That magic fruit can cure the disease and save her life", the dove thought. "She will be well if I can get one." Though the more he thought of it, the less confident he felt. "Can I escape the hawk and peregrine if they come after me? Can I fly to the mountains so far away and then fly over them? Can I simply fly for such a long time? Can I really carry the fruit with this small beak of mine, even if I am lucky enough to get there? Can I manage to make it back in one piece?"

He could not help having these bad feelings deep inside of himself. There was no blaming him for this. Having been protected all the time by the princess, since his injury, all he did was reside in his tiny little bird cage. In the mean time, the princess became worse, day by day.
The next morning, an old nursemaid came to feed the dove on behalf of the princess. She opened the cage just a little to feed the dove. He was watching her do it with a determined look on his face, waiting for his chance. Then, he took the chance and got out of the cage. Flying through the room's door and flying across the castle's walls, the dove was heading for the sky high above. He heard the nursemaid shout "O' dear!" from behind.

Was he finally free from the fear of the hawk and the peregrine? Definitely not. Had he the idea of what course to take? Absolutely not. Nevertheless, he took desperate flight in pursuit of the magic fruit.

The dove first reached a forest to the north of the castle. "Looks like you are in such a hurry, but your flying is not smooth," said a lark which had just flew quickly from behind him. "No wonder. I've lived in a cage for a long time. I'm proud that I can somehow manage to fly", the dove answered back. "Cage is no good", the lark said abruptly, "We've got wings, right? They can take you anywhere you want at anytime you want. That's how it should be. Look at the world. It's so big."

He asked the lark, "Don't you think the sky is dangerous? There are hawks and peregrines up here. What if they come after you? And on the ground are foxes, raccoons, dogs and cats."

"Let me ask you something. Can you eat something you want to eat, if you are confined in a cage?" the lark asked. "One day you feel like eating worms and the other day you want to have some rosehips. Suppose you no longer have someone to feed you. There is not point in talking about, 'safe' and, 'dangerous' then. It is if, 'you' or, 'someone else' when you go through with something, that counts."

"Is it good to know that the world is so big?" The dove asked in response.
"The world is what your eyes can see. It then becomes your world. So, knowing more will make you better. You can count on it", the lark said all of this neatly, but seriously.

The dove said to the lark, "I am searching for a magic fruit. "Ain't got no clue. Why don't you ask that green worm down there? O' what a pity! I never want to be something like that. It can move but, all it can get a hand on is a single tree. That tree is the entire world to that thing," the lark said, gliding freely.

The dove looked down and found something green crawling on a tree down below him.

"I myself can fly. I know I don't fly as high as you do, but I can fly," the green worm suddenly said to the dove. "You have no wings, so you can't just fly", the dove said to the worm. "You are wrong" the worm said, "I can. I can become a pupa and I will have my wings. That's why I can fly." "But, not for now" said the dove.

"There is no difference between flying today and flying tomorrow. You couldn't fly either when you were an egg, could you? When I become a pupa, I will have wings myself. The size of my wings is the same as that of my memory I obtain before I turn into a pupa. Once I have wings, my legs become small and weak. Then I will not be able to walk around like this. That's why I keep watching everything about this tree", the green worm finished.

"I am searching for a tree that bears magic fruit," the dove said to the worm.

"I met a tortoise here. He looked wise. He told me that he would usually hang about at the lakeside beyond this forest. He probably knows something about it. He may be wise, but he has to be locked up in his carapace until he dies. He will not have wings. His memory is as old as his age. It remains forever."

Far, far away, just over the forest; there was a lake shining under the light of the sunset.

On arriving at the lake, the dove met the tortoise. "It is good to have a carapace. This has enabled me to survive a lot of dangers. There are some birds that wear a carapace, aren't there?"

"You mean a cage? Its not like yours. It bans us from going outside. Many of us want out of the cages. I was once in one too," the dove explained to the tortoise. "Why on earth did you get out of it and jeopardize yourself?" the tortoise asked, confused. "The best was to live long is to stay away from anything dangerous. Hazards can hit you, even if there is nothing to be blamed on, on your end. When you are in trouble, you need… to be… like this. Wait until everything subsides. Don't even think about moving around, " the tortoise said, folding his limbs into his carapace.

"It is no solution!" the dove protested. "Well!" said the tortoise with a loud voice," Can every problem be solved? Are you sure of it so much? Everything has its end, good or bad. When the sun is shining, you better enjoy as much sunlight as you can. In the ice cold winter that freezes your tear drops, you must endure with everything you've got. The sun will rise again. We are mortals and that is all mortals can do. " The tortoise paused.

"Hmm? A strange wind has begun to blow. I have a feeling that something wicked is coming," he said as he pulled his head into his carapace. "There are rocky mountains far beyond the other end of this lake. Can you see them? The fourth peak from the top of the highest mountain in the middle. Go there."

The dove took a look towards the mountains off in the distance. It was so far away, its image was blurred. "Believe!" the tortoise said, "Believe, whatever it may be. I believe in this impregnable carapace of mine, more than a magic fruit."

When the dove struggled and made his way, at last, to the mountain an old tree began to speak up to him. "An ominous wind is blowing. Is it finally here? Has time come for an old tree like me to fall down? The Demon of Razgriz … hmmm … a great hero this time?"

"What is it?" The dove asked with a calm voice. "When history witnesses a great change, Razgriz reveals itself. First as a dark demon". The tree began to tell the same story that the dove heard at the castle. "As a demon, it uses its power to rain death upon the land, the it dies. However, after a period of great slumber, Razgriz reveals itself, this time as a great hero."

"Demon? Hero? What does it do?" The dove asked. "When I saw it for the first time, I was young and thin. I had fewer branches then. In those days, humans often battled against each other. Razgriz not only brought about a tempest which kept raging for seventy days but also kept scattering hailstones from above. Trees and grass perished and nothing was left for the humans and animals to live on. Consequently, the soil was in ruins. All living things died, one after another. My friends, four legged beasts, humans and birds like you. Everything in this land was deprived of breath. In the end, Razgriz murdered none other than itself. Shortly after, this piece turned into nothingness."

"It was an evil being, wasn't it?" the dove asked the tree. "Nay," the old tree answered, as if he was uncertain himself. He exhaled and took a deep breath.

"This story still continues. After a long, long time passed since the land had died, there was a traveler. The traveler cured those who suffered from disease, resurrected the soil, gathered all those people who sheltered themselves away from here and founded a village and a town. The rivers were full of water. The soil became a wheat field. This land was once again at peace. There upon, the traveler decided to leave the village. The villagers were far from happy about this. At the moment of departure, they heard the traveler say, "I am… Razgriz". This marks the end of this story."

"I am here in need of a magic fruit", the dove finally told the tree. "…Alright. There are few fruits left for me to give. You can take one though. By the way, have you any idea why this is called magic fruit?" the tree asked the dove. The dove remained silent, gazing at the old tree. "This can become not only a medicine, but also a poison. Or rather, this may be no more than a fruit and this may even change to stone."

"What do you mean?" The dove said, puzzled. The old tree simply replied, "This fruit will become what you believe it to be".

The dove turned around to look at the castle, holding the fruit in its mouth. Even beyond the furthest hill, it was still unseen.

"The ominous wind is blowing", the old tree said staring at the sky. "Fly carefully home, demon from above"

The dove gave gratitude and said farewell to the old tree.

Dragging his numb body upwards, the dove flapped his wings and flew towards the castle where the princess lived. It flew up and up, weaving through the forest, breaking through the clouds, up to where it could catch the wind.

Although the tail wind it was hoping for did not come, the dove drummed up all of its power and kept flapping, holding the, "miracle that can cure any illness" tightly in its beak.

He left the rocky mountains with the magic fruit tightly in his beak. The wind began to blow even stronger. The Dove then found himself flying through a storm and hailstones. In spite of the terrible weather, he needed to return home as quickly as possible. He spread out his wings.

Although the wind turned the tides against him time and time again, he had to try to get back home, to the castle where the princess was waiting. Flying up and flying high, weaving throughout the forests and breaking through the clouds, in order to catch the wind which would carry him home.

Down below ran the river towards the horizon. Far beyond the horizon were a forest and a castle which looked familiar to him. Just a little bit more! thought the dove. Just a little bit more and I will see the princess! Our happy days are about to begin again!

On arriving at the castle at last, the dove saw people gather and surround the princess in bed. There were more people than last time. All the people were weeping with a grave and sad look on their faces. Above all, the king was crying out in sorrow. His crying was almost a groan.

The Dove did not arrive in time. The princess had been gone and he felt so sad. However, he never felt sorry for what he had done. He repented nothing, because her face was so calm. He could tell from the way she looked that she never lost hope to the end and she loved the world.

The Dove, fully exhausted from the do-or-die journey, fell asleep feeling sorrow but somewhat calm.

In the following morning, on entering the room, the nursemaid found the dove's body resting in peace beside the princess. She twisted her face in surprise and said in a very loud voice, "O' my! Is this her little dove? How come? He was injured and couldn't flap since then. These wings were certainly deformed and disabled. How did he set off and even come back? What a surprise!"

The dove was still holding the fruit of orion poplar in his beak, even after he passed away. The nursemaid decided to place it in the middle of the garden right under the window of the princess' room.

"In time, it grew to be a big and thick tree with a lot of branches. It is said that from the top of the tree, the princess's room and her bird cage can be clearly and closely seen." Moka continued to read. "The End."

Moka looked over to Tsukune as he smiled, but slowly yawning. He felt happy inside again, feeling much as he did when he was still a little kid. She smiled to herself as she was about to lay down next to him, but only to be interrupted by someone who was knocking at the door of Tsukune's dorm. It wasn't the usual kind of knocking from the other boys or any of their friends, but rather it was a firm, loud knock. Slowly Moka got up and walked towards the door, expecting Kurumu, Yukari, or Mizore, but instead she was met by a tall man in a military uniform. His uniform was that of the Osean Air Defense Force, the man fixing his hat as he held onto a box and a folded up Osean flag as he straightened up at attention.

"Is Tsukune Aono currently available, ma'am?" asked the soldier. Moka looked at the man with slight contempt, as she was against the war, but nonetheless respectfully nodded as she went back to wake Tsukune. She couldn't help but feel that the news was not good.

"Tsukune, there's a military officer here to see you…" said Moka as Tsukune slowly got up, approaching his door.

"I am Captain Marcus Gennedy of the Osean Air Defense Force. On behalf of a grateful nation, Osea salutes you." The Osean officer said as he handed over the box filled with personal effects and the folded up Osean flag to Tsukune. "Alvin H. Davenport honorably died in the line of duty on November 29, 2010 in November City. After a flyby over the stadium the Wardog Squadron encountered a group of Yuktobanian fighters, he took down most of the enemy until he was ultimately shot down himself by an enemy missile. I am very sorry for your loss."

"I…see…" said Tsukune as he gently placed Alvin's personal effects on a nearby nightstand as he turned away, still clutching onto the white and blue Osean flag as he sat on his bed, Moka looking upon him with sadness and concern, but looked back to the officer with contempt. "Alvin…he…was my good friend from childhood…I kept in contact with him even after he moved back to Osea…It was so strange…I had thought about him earlier today…"

Moka held onto Tsukune tightly as he looked downwards, tears dripping onto the floor once again. Just how much his heart could really take, he wondered to himself. How can he cope with the loss of his father and his friend, all in the same week, and all due to the same war. As Tsukune sobbed, Moka looked over to the officer and spoke with a harsh tone.

"It's because of war-mongering bastards like you that cause people like us such pain. Out there you kill your enemy without a second thought, you send your own men out there without any hesitation, without thinking about what will happen if the person doesn't come back. Sure it's just one person dying, but that one person's death affects so many others!" Moka snapped as the officer merely looked ahead.

"I hate this war just as much as anyone. I don't want to be away from my family either. I've had to do this job for weeks now, and the death toll keeps rising, and each family I've had to go to in order to break the tragic news to them that their father, son, husband, wife, daughter, sister won't be coming home for the holidays. It hurts me every time that I have to do this. I want peace just as much as the next person, because each time that I am forced to do this, I feel like a part of myself died too." The officer sighed as he turned back around as if to leave, but stopped. "The holiday's are coming up, and I've yet to even see my infant son. Good evening, Mr. Aono."

The Osean officer walked off to catch the last bus of the night leading out of the Youkai Academy back into the human world. Tsukune however, was still in the midst of grieving over his friend. Moka sighed quietly as she held onto him tightly as they both lay upon his bed, hoping she would be able to take away the anguish that he felt, even Inner Moka felt horrible for him.

"I'm sorry, Tsukune…just know that I'm here for you…" said Moka.

"I'm sorry too, Tsukune…I understand your pain, losing your father and your friend like that…" Inner Moka said to herself.

Tsukune's sobs were soon silenced by a very deep kiss from Moka, her pink lips meeting with his, the kiss seemingly putting him in a trance of sorts, almost intoxicating to him. It soon dawned on him that this was their first kiss.

"Moka-san…" Tsukune said, slightly surprised as he wiped his tears off while Moka smiled back at him.

"Tsukune…" Moka said back softly as she held him tightly, the two slowly drifting into sleep as the rain continued to pour outside.

As it continued to rain outside in the dark night, Grabacr fully devoured an unfortunate victim, a student who happened to walk in the wrong place at the wrong time, stealing his clothes as he disguised himself as another student, grinning to himself as he planned his havoc for Youkai Academy…

To Be Continued…

In the next chapter I will be introducing a new character to the story, so just heads up for everyone! Hope you enjoyed it! Please review!