Hello, everyone. The Weaver of Chaos is here once again with Chapter 7 of Into the Rabbit Hole.

It seems that this 'every couple of weeks' thing I've got going on for my writing might be holding up for a while, so I apologize in advance for my tardiness.

To my Reviewers, Thank you all. I realize that my timing for the last chapter was not very good, so I knew not to expect too many reviews. A thank you to for joining in on the review process. I will attempt to continue expanding on those particular features. And Catyz101, I'm glad I did not disappoint you, though thanks to that, I'm sure Gin will be out of commission for at least this chapter.

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And now, on with the show!

Tsukune's body was tingling, and he was very warm. It was a strangely pleasurable sensation, so his dream-blurred mind paid it little heed. Even with his eyes closed, he could tell that it was still quite early. He tried shifting his weight, to find a better position to fall back asleep in, when he noticed that his legs felt very heavy. When he tried moving them, he noticed that they were held down by something very warm, something that moaned as his weight shifted. It was then that he noticed that his entire length was stiff and surrounded by a fantastic hot-wet sensation. The moan he heard had been muffled, and he knew why when another moan vibrated along his manhood, causing him to groan happily. Taken completely unaware, he was unable to hold back the wonderful numbing pleasure that washed over him, releasing his seed into the expectant mouth.

When he had recovered enough to open his eyes, he noticed that there were a pair of enormous breasts mere inches from his face. Remembering quickly that he had spent the night with Kurumu, and the pain he had caused Mizore the morning before, he smiled up at the beaming Succubus, who was still licking her lips.

Kurumu straddled his waist, her body meshing against Tsukune's. "Good morning, my Love."

"Morning, beautiful." He whispered, somewhat hoarse. "A guy could get used to waking up like that, I think." He wrapped his arms around her and lifted his head to kiss her, tasting something vaguely salty and bitter on her lips.

When the kiss broke, Kurumu eyed the boy underneath her curiously. She hadn't expected a response like that, and she decided that it was a very un-Tsukune-like thing to say. Not that having a somewhat more forward Tsukune would be a bad thing, but right now, for one reason or another, it worried her.

Tsukune, realizing that she was staring at him, shifted uncomfortably and shook his head, trying to clear the strange fog that had gone unnoticed inside his head. "What's the matter, Kurumu?" His voice and face were suddenly worried, a much more Tsukune-like expression. "Did I say something wrong?"

She smiled, seeing the familiar look in his eyes again, but determined to talk to the other girls and probably that Mister Adelheid about her worries. 'Nothing I can do about it, now, anyway.' She sighed inwardly. "No, my Love, I was just surprised." She needed to alleviate his fear quickly, and she noticed that his still-hard length was pressed against her thigh. "I woke up a while ago when your little friend was knocking at my door." She watched his blush rise at the realization of her meaning. "I tried to wake you up so we could, you know, take care of it, but you wouldn't budge. I didn't want to risk you finishing inside me, because of what you said the other day, so I started to suck on it. It's been almost an hour, and that was your fourth time, and he's still standing tall."

Tsukune was a little shocked to say the least, but hearing that she remembered the deal from the other day warmed his heart. "Four times?" He repeated, earning a nod from Kurumu. He started to contemplate how he would make it up to her, becoming lost in thought.

She noticed, and decided to nip it in the bud. She lifted her hips and shimmied a little, before dropping back down, managing to engulf his member fully, causing them both to moan. "Don't you even think that you need to repay me, Mister." She panted. "All Succubae, when with the ones they are destined to be with, are able to feel any and all pleasure their Mate feels."

"All pleasure?"

"As I said, only when we are together." She smiled, rocking her hips slightly. "So, for each of yours, I had one." She knew that saying so would likely not stop him from wanting to make it up to her, although to be honest, she was hoping he would do the same for her at one point. She only told him so that he wouldn't feel obligated to return the favor every time. "But enough of that," She cooed, moving stronger against him. "We're in the middle of something."

-Later-

Tsukune stretched slightly after washing his face back in his room. He winced slightly as the muscles in his thighs protested slightly. Kurumu had ridden him hard, until the first light of dawn had shone through the window. They had quickly gotten dressed, and she had flown him back to his Dorm before anyone else had started to move. He gave her a quick kiss before she disappeared, positively glowing, much like how Moka would look after drinking his blood. He had to admit, he did feel a little drained as well as being sore.

He noticed as he passed by his mirror, that all his scrapes and cuts had healed, for which he was thankful. The new day seemed to be full of promise for chances to get hurt, so much so that he could almost taste it. Glancing at his alarm clock, Tsukune saw that it was time to meet the girls. Making sure he had all his books, including the one he had borrowed from Alexander, Tsukune headed out the door.

"Hello, everyone, did you all sleep-" He lost the words as a white bullet ran into him, knocking the air from his lungs. Managing to barely keep his feet, Tsukune looked down at what had hit him, while the girls gathered around.

Tsukune noticed that it was a girl, probably one of the new first-years, as she didn't look to be much older than Yukari, or much taller, for that matter. One thing that the young witch found much consternation toward was the fact that this girl was at least a B-cup. 'Damn it, that's not fair! I bet Tsukune would take me more seriously if my boobs were that big!' Was her only thought. The girl was wearing a very standard uniform, her white shirt thick and crisp, but her skirt seemed to be a few centimeters shorter than it should have been, allowing Tsukune a fairly brief glimpse of white cotton. Despite himself, Tsukune did feel a slight blush creep up before he averted his gaze.

Kokoa was the first one to say something, glaring daggers at the new girl. "Jeeze, watch where you're going, damn it." She almost added, 'You could have hurt Tsukune.' but bit her tongue quickly, not wanting to openly show that she cared for the boy her Sister loved. "That's right, that's the only reason." She mumbled to herself, earning a curious look from Moka.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It's just that I'm in a really big hurry, I don't want to be late!" The white-haired girl spoke quickly, her voice soft and somewhat high-pitched. She was rubbing her hip, and despite her hurry, she did not seem to be willing to stand just yet.

Tsukune put on his politest, warmest smile, the one he always got when he was helping someone, and held out his hand. "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was walking. Here, let me help you up."

The girl took his hand and slowly raised herself up. She finally raised her gaze to his face and her eyes lit with recognition. "You're Tsukune Aono, right? All the girls on the Cross-Country team say that you're the nicest guy in the whole school!" The young woman was positively beaming, unable to hide her excitement in meeting the famed newsy*. (*A term for street-side newspaper distributor, the term saw the most use in early 20th century America.)

Tsukune's smile widened awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head. "Do they, now?" He did his best to ignore the looks from the other girls, who were all but screaming to separate this newcomer from their shared lover, settling for glaring daggers at the back of her head.

"Uh-huh!" She looked down and noticed that she was still holding his hand. Blushing, she pulled away, quickly picking up her books and getting ready to run off. "Bye bye, Tsukune! Can't wait to see you again!" She waved energetically before disappearing in a cloud of dust.

Tsukune laughed nervously as he walked over to the girls, hand still on the back of his head. "That was weird." He sighed.

All six of them were on him in an instant, pressing him from all sides with accusations.

"Who was that, Tsukune?"

"Please, not another one, Tsukune"

"Aren't we good enough for you, Tsukune?"

"It's because her breasts are bigger, isn't it?" (Do you have to guess who that was?)

Before things could get out of hand, Tsukune squeezed himself out of the circle and held his arms out in front of him, ready to fend them off. "W-wait, hold on!" He stammered, still completely off-guard. "She ran into me, I was just trying to be nice."

"The problem, Tsukune sweetie," Kurumu whispered, voice filled with venom.

"is that it always starts out that way, and suddenly there's one more person taking up our time with you." Mizore finished, her tone dropping the temperature a good ten degrees.

"We already have to share you with each other, and we're coming to terms with that." Moka's cheeks flushed angrily, such a strange thing for the innocent outer form.

"We refuse to allow another to worm her way in." Ruby stepped forward, grasping Tsukune's outstretched hands and holding them over her heart, drawing incredulous stares from the others.

Yukari pulled Ruby away from him. "She's right, you know. Don't get too cozy with her, or I'll take Moka from you, okay?" She smiled her sweetest smile, almost hiding the cold glint in her eyes. Almost.

Kokoa just grumbled about them stealing all the good lines.

Tsukune looked into the eyes of each of the girls. He could practically hear Inner-Moka telling him that he should know his place. "I was kind of hoping that our moving forward would put jealousy behind us." Tsukune sighed, closing his eyes. "It's true, I can not decide between any of you. But it is all of you in front of me that I love, and I've at least been able to make a decision on that, at least. You, and only you, will be the ones I love. You should know me better than that." He finished firmly, fixing his now steely gaze on the sublimated group.

All six girls studied their shoes, ashamed that they had doubted him again. He had never done anything to intentionally betray any of the girls when they tried to make their advances, why would that change now? They all mumbled varied apologies, and when he opened his arms to them, the girls swarmed him, seeking comfort from their jealousy.

"Besides," Tsukune chuckled, that strange tone entering his voice again, Kurumu noticed. "adding another girl to this heavenly mix right here would probably kill me." The girls, too stunned to say anything, simply ended the group hug and looked at him as he shook his head. "Should we go to class now?"

They all nodded their agreement, sharing concerned glances with each other. Each of them deciding that they needed to see Mister Adelheid sometime in the near future. Whatever was happening to Tsukune was happening at a very accelerated pace.

They had been walking along the path for about ten minutes when Tsukune heard a muffled scream from just beyond the tree line. Without a second thought, he crashed through the bushes to see a number of larger third years surrounding a small female student. He could tell that one of them had a solid grip on her, likely covering her mouth. All he could really see was that the girl's limbs were flailing in a futile attempt to escape.

Tsukune stalked toward the group, mind already working furiously to form his mental net before he went ghoul. His anger was nearly rolling off of him, but Tsukune knew he should at least try to be reasonable, despite his precautions. He cleared his throat while still about five meters away from the one closest to him. The student whipped around and glared at the intruder.

"What do you want, you little piss ant?" He growled, cracking his knuckled.

"Oh, excuse me, I didn't see you there." Tsukune lied, doing his best to stay calm, as these encounters still scared the hell out of him. "Does there seem to be a problem?"

"Ain't nothing you need to be concerned about, shit-stain. Girl here's gonna entertain me and my boys for a little bit." The older student's voice deepened slightly, and Tsukune noticed that he seemed to be trying to power up.

"You have a girl with you?" Tsukune laughed incredulously, knowing in his heart that no girl would willingly be with a student that was so all-around ugly. His appearance, aura and mentality screamed 'avoid at all costs' So Tsukune could guess what he meant by entertainment. "Any reason she's trying to decapitate your boys with her feet?"

"Just part of the fun." The biggest guy, probably the leader, laughed from near the back of the group as he stepped forward, and as he pushed the growling student out of the way, Tsukune could see long white hair whipping back and forth. "She's new here and we promised to show her a good time. Now, why don't you just go back the way you came, and perhaps you won't get hurt?"

Tsukune closed his eyes and shook his head. Silently willing his power to the surface, he opened his eyes, the caring brown orbs replaced with fierce, burning red. He felt the tug of blood-lust, but managed to suppress it. "I really don't think I'll be doing that."

"Now I recognize you." The leader smiled. "You're Aono. Look boys, it's Yokai's own champion of justice!" The whole group roared with laughter.

"Perhaps I am." Tsukune grinned, his teeth feeling sharper. He remembered a movie he had watched during the last vacation. It was an old American movie that had been dubbed into Japanese. There was a particularly disturbing scene in a pawnshop basement that had almost had him scrambling for the remote. Too bad for him his cousin had a firm grip on it, making him watch the whole thing. At the moment, however, he remembered something else about the movie, and began to recite the line. "You see, The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish, and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper, and the finder of lost children."

All of the students, except the one holding the small girl, had circled around their leader, ready to pummel the silver-haired boy. 'Silver hair?' The leader thought. 'Wasn't it brown when he came here?' He dismissed it and shouted, "What the fuck are you on about?"

"And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance, and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord, when I lay my vengeance upon thee." Tsukune's voice fluctuated and intoned in the places where he remembered the actor doing so, and even added bursts of his own power, hoping to intimidate the lessers of the group. As he looked about, he noticed that more than a few had turned pale, and at least one had run away.

"A pretty speech, but I'm afraid this is where we now collect that bounty on your head, Aono." The leader motioned forward, and the thugs that weren't paralyzed with fear by Tsukune's theatrics charged him. A large fist flew toward his head, and with a smile on his face, Tsukune met it with a punch of his own, nearly liquefying the bones in the offending hand. The man grabbed his wrist, howling in pain before Tsukune dropped an axe kick that would have made Inner-Moka proud on the back of the kneeling student's head, silencing him.

As she watched through Outer-Moka's eyes, Inner was indeed impressed. She was surprised at how he seemed to have gained a pride and confidence that most Vampires today couldn't even match. Even his new flair for the dramatic was very Vampiric in nature. All the girls were prepped for battle, even Outer had picked up a large branch, promising to jump in at the first sign that Tsukune couldn't handle it. "I don't think that'll be needed, Outer." 'How can you be sure?' "I'm not sure." She paused, trying to find the right words to calm her innocent side. "I can practically taste the strength of his conviction right now. His fear of losing control of himself is diminishing, I'm sure you saw it yesterday during his training. No longer afraid, he can unleash the full potential of our blood. Besides," Inner-Moka laughed. "It's not like they're members of Fairy Tale, or anything." Both Mokas' minds shifted to the memory of Kahlua when they were trying to rescue Mizore from the group's clutches. "Now, shut up, I want to see him show these bastards their place."

Tsukune grabbed the belt of the downed thug and hurled him toward the charging mass, knocking a few of them down, stunned. One of the students had managed to jump the body and launched a flying kick at Tsukune. Ducking, he whipped around and grabbed the back of his attacker's collar, pulling him down to meet with his rising knee, a sickening crack resounding off of the trees before the limp body fell to the ground. In the time it took Tsukune to turn around, three more punks had reached him, each throwing a flurry of punches and kicks his way. Tsukune focused on guarding his face and, softer, body parts. The rest, merely twisting his body to lessen any impact to his torso. Through all of it, Tsukune could see that there was no pattern to their attacks. These thugs weren't used to fighting together, and judging by how quickly they began to breath heavily, he guessed they never had to do much fighting at all. The one in the middle threw a particularly heavy fist toward Tsukune's left shoulder. Tsukune grabbed the wrist and pulled him in, delivering a swift uppercut into the soft flesh just below the ribs of the thug. He coughed up blood on Tsukune's face, causing the boy's eyes to flare dangerously.

Tsukune growled as he used the broken body to shield him from a hard kick from the left, and pushing off, launched his own body at the enemy to his right. A feral growl left his lips as his vicious roundhouse kick connected with the punk's left shoulder, pulverizing the joint. Continuing his forward momentum, Tsukune drove his fist fully into the face of the falling student. Blood gushed from his face as he collapsed. Blood. Blood.

'No.' He thought as he continued to defend himself against the next wave of low-lives. 'Control. I need to keep control.' Even as he thought it, his tongue darted from his lips, tasting some of the blood that was drying on his face. "Oh, but blood is so delicious." The voice called from inside his head. 'No, he didn't taste good.' Tsukune shouted into himself, kicking straight up with all his might, right between the legs of the nearest attacker. He cringed as he realized what he had just done, thinking he had probably just castrated him with a single kick. "No, these peons are disgusting, their blood reeks of tobacco. But her," Tsukune's attention was pulled to the white-haired girl and her captor, both completely slack-jawed and wide-eyed with amazement. "I bet her blood would taste a dream as we bathed in it. Of course, not before violating her in ways these dogs would never begin to imagine." Tsukune hesitated at the powerful image that had entered his mind, shuddering violently.

One of the thugs took advantage of the sudden shift in momentum, and swung with all his might with a large branch. Tsukune felt a flash of searing pain and dropped to one knee as the chunk of wood shattered across his shoulder blades. The three remaining thugs closed in for the kill as their leader smiled and watched. Suddenly the ground began to tremble, and a sudden explosion of energy sent the three flying away from Tsukune.

The girls were stunned, struck dumb by the pure, unadulterated energy that suddenly poured out of their Lover. They had known that he had been harnessing his energy, just like they had all been trained yesterday, but none of them could tell if he had lost his concentration, or if the worst had come, that he had lost control to the Ghoul. As much as they wanted to rush to his side, they could not. It was as if they were frozen.

One of the thugs stopped in mid air, hanging there, hands scrabbling at his throat, clawing at something that wasn't there. Kurumu blinked, and suddenly she could see it. Tsukune's excess energy had wrapped itself around the now helpless punk's neck. Judging by the way his eyes were bulging, Tsukune was squeezing pretty hard.

"Hey." Kurumu whispered, trying to get the attention of the others. "Do you see what Tsukune's doing?"

Ruby shook her head before looking him over again. She could see the blood-red tendril. "This is bad. Tsukune would never be the same if he killed someone." She shuddered to think about what kind of things that knowledge would do to his mind, and noticed that the other girls were thinking the same thing. "We have to stop him from killing that guy, but I don't have any aura-suppression spells prepared." She looked down to Yukari, and the younger witch shook her head solemnly.

"What if we reached out to him with our own auras, like he did to us yesterday?" Kurumu exclaimed. "If we put all our love for him into it, we can't fail, right?"

Mizore nearly fell over in surprise at how illogical Balloon girl was. "At the very least, it could distract whatever's going on in his head long enough for him to realize what he's doing."

"Let's do it then." Kokoa hissed. "For Tsukune."

Tsukune was vaguely aware of the fact that the struggles for breath were getting weaker, but the dominating thought in his head was one word. A word he could not shake, a word that hunted down every living creature once. A word that had never failed to find a target. Death. The thing in his grip must die. He was about to give a final squeeze when he felt warmth crawl up his back. He knew that warmth. He had felt it just before the fight started. Another word pervaded his thoughts, born on the winds of this warmth. Love. The hanged man suddenly fell, breath ragged, but still breathing nonetheless. The warmth and love wrapped around Tsukune, pushing the cold darkness back into his depths. His eyes cleared slightly, and he looked down at his hands and arms, seeing a rainbow of auras twisting and writing about him. "Thank you all. I love you." He whispered, knowing somehow they would be able to hear him.

Not willing to fully leave their embrace, he entwined his aura with theirs as he scanned the clearing. He wanted to see their boss, to grind his face into the dirt, but he was nowhere to be seen. Only one conscious thug remained, unable to tear his eyes from the spectacle that was Tsukune Aono. The monster was wholly unaware of the fact that he had dropped his prisoner when Tsukune began to move purposefully toward him. Still ten meters away, Tsukune looked him dead in the eyes and called out, "Your leader is a coward and has left you to meet the same fate as your comrades. Run now and maybe I won't break your jaw." To be perfectly honest, he has having trouble staying on his feet. He had just had a whole tree smashed over his back, not to mention an exhausting inner struggle. If it weren't for his training with Inner-Moka, he likely would have been in far worse shape. He steeled his gaze and continued forward, causing the large man to turn tail and run faster than Tsukune had seen any of the others move throughout the fight. Heaving a tremendous sigh of relief, Tsukune began to repress the Ghoul blood. His hair began to bleed back to that warm chocolate color, as did his eyes.

He reached the girl, sitting in stunned silence on the ground, unable to take her eyes off of where the fight had ended. Tsukune leaned down, placing a hand on his knee for support before he held his other out for the girl to take. "Are you okay?" He asked, smiling wearily.

She looked up at him, and Tsukune noticed that her human guise had slipped. Much like Ms. Nekonome, she had a pair of furry ears sprouting from the top of her head, the only difference being that they were rabbit ears. He had to admit, she did very much look the part of a scared rabbit. Part of his mind told him that some of that fear was reserved for him after that terrible display of power, but he shook it off.

"Hey, it's okay now. Somehow I doubt those guys are going to bother you ever ag-" the world faded around the edges and he stumbled, falling hard to his knees. The last things he remembered before the darkness claimed him were the worried shouts of Kokoa, Kurumu, Mizore, Moka, Ruby and Yukari, and the dinner plate-sized red eyes of the girl he had just saved.

Then there was nothing.

(A/N: Just another day in Tsukune's life, right? I'm sorry about ending a chapter on such a sour note, but not everything can be happy endings and sunshine. Yes, I went a little Pulp Fiction on you. Ezekiel 25:17 has been stuck in my head for quite some time now, and I needed a reason to let it out. Who better than the most righteous and unselfish man in the R+V universe. I doubt that it even comes close to translating directly into Japanese, but I'm not writing in Japanese, so, oh well. Also, I can see his lovely Cousin using the Sodomy scene to tease Tsukune. As far as the new girl is concerned, no, she will not become part of the Harem, though I can imagine what some people might be thinking regarding the title of this story. Minds out of the gutter, please, visiting hours are over. She does however have a fairly important role to play within my plot. )

(P/N: Nothing much to say here this time, except I'll be at a party in Cedar Rapids Iowa on the 21st of January, so if anyone sees me, feel free to say hello. )

All right, I'm about to collapse on my keyboard, so I'll wish you all a good night. As always, please R&R, I love good feedback. Until next time, Kitties.