AN: Due to such harsh reviews (:P) I decided that the plot needed revising. So, my two OCs won't be replacing good old Tsukune. The split point will be when everyone returns for their second year. The two mates arrive as first years, and will garner a completely new harem (starting with possibly a ghost? in fact, you decide! Ghost, oni, or chupacabra?), with ocasional cameos from the newspaper club. Over the course of the story, I will be venturing into my characters' mystery. Thanks for all your loyal (hmm...) support!

"A~~nd… Here we are! Have fun!"

Kiereth and Kyr were gobsmacked. Amazed. Speechless. They'd gone through the tunnel nice and normal, but… the sky was different. It wasn't blue. That in itself wouln't be any surprise– Kiereth had spent the first 16 years of his life in overcast England – but it was the specific colour that had struck the two dumb.

The sky was red.

Though he had seemingly just contracted lockjaw, Kiereth's mind was working furiously.

"Wh-wh-what? Red sky? But it's in the middle of the day! I can see the sun bright in the sky! Shouldn't the sky be blue from the red and green parts of the sun's light being absorbed by nitrogen? What on earth is going on? Is this even going on on earth? Argh…"

Kyr was similarly silent, for a few moments, before shouting, "Awesome!!!"

Kiereth took his turn to facepalm.

***

After the initial shock of appearing to be in the setting of a horror cliché – stark cliffs, dead trees, blood-red sky, bats in mid-morning, everything – they had got going. Taking the direction of a rather blatant signpost, Kyr had found a beaten path, which normally has to be walked along. So, to pass the time of walking, they listened to music over Kiereth's trusty MP3 player.

They had in fact got so into the music that the headbanging had started. And when that happens, they stop paying attention to where they're going.

*DOKI*!

"Dear god, the author's using Japanese onomatopoeia. He must be getting into the spirit of the fanfic."

"Don't break the fourth wall! Don't you remember what happened last time?"

"Wrong time, wrong place, Kiereth. He'll be using that for flashback material."

"You're doing it again!"

"Get on with it!" shouted an irate God.

"Sorry!"

Kyr looked up, rubbing his arm. "Aah, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck." He switched quickly to Japanese. "I didn't see you there. Sorry. Are you hur- DEAR GOD, KIERETH!!!"

Kiereth had tripped when he'd bumped into the unseen obstruction. He was, at the present moment, lying on top of what Kyr could only describe as a pretty, well-endowed girl about his age, one of his hands covering one of the said endowments. Kiereth looked up at him at his shout.

"What?"

Kyr's face was beet red. "Your… hand!"

"What… Ack!" Kiereth withdrew his hand as though the girl's body was hot coals. Thankfully, she hadn't seemed to notice. Kyr stomped up to him and whispered angrily in his ear:

"You're from Dunfermline, not one of the surrounding villages. Stop fondling a girl you haven't even met!"

"I didn't try to! I fell-" He cut himself off when he noticed Kyr grinning. Ignoring him, he prayed the girl hadn't noticed and offered his hand to help her up. He also started speaking in the language he'd taken three years to learn. "I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going. Do you need a hand?"

She looked up at him. Despite the prior event, he was momentarily transfixed. Her eyes were a pretty shade of green, and her hair a vibrant pink. She was wearing an adorable, innocent expression as she picked herself up into a sitting position. For a moment Kiereth thought she was going to scream and bolt, but instead she said in a crystal, pure voice, "No, it's my fault. I have anaemia." She took his hand, smiling, "Thanks."

Kiereth looked at Kyr as he helped her up. "Anaemia?"

"Lack of red blood cells. Causes dizziness and lightheadedness." He leaned close again. "Which, by the look of your nose, you definitely do no have."

"Shut up!" Kiereth looked at her. "That must be tough on you."

"It's not that bad. My name's…" She tailed off. She was staring at Kiereth. This made him uncomfortable beyond measure, and a light blush rose on his cheeks.

"Is something wrong?"

"No… you just have a really nice aroma… sorry, but…"

She was getting incredibly close.

"Erm…"

"Your blood smells really nice!"

And with that, she flicked her head up and sank her teeth into Kiereth's neck, knocking him down.

Kyr was, for the second time that day, completely dumbstruck. Was Kiereth that attractive? His next thought was that Änitaria, Kiereth's girlfriend and nutjob, was not going to be happy. He smiled evilly.

Kiereth was less impressed. "What's going o~~n…? Wait… my blood… is…" He switched to English. "Kyr, knock her out!" Realising what he was getting at, he complied.

"Aah…" Kiereth drew away from now-unconscious girl. "That was dangerous. Who knows what the consequences for her could be?"

"You're right. Come on; adjust her memory, before it becomes chemical."

Kiereth nodded and crouched. He placed a finger to the girl's incisor teeth, noticing how they were hollow, and seemed to absorb his blood. He placed a his finger and thumb each to the girl's fangs and, sending a pulse of energy down his fingertips, drawing the blood back out. Next, he pressed each of his index and middle fingers to her head and, drawing upon his mastery over electricity, slightly modified her short-term memory.

"Whew! God only knows what that blood could have done to her!"

"Which god?"

"Don't you start!"

Kiereth fished around in his bag for a bit, before retrieving something that looked remarkably like a drummer's stick. It was one of Kiereth's favourite possessions – The Stick of Waking People Up™. Oh, what fun could be had with it.

"Now, so as to avoid-"

"Yes, yes, I know. The situation's got to be pretty much what it used to be so as to avoid her mind getting broken. I know, I know." Kyr took the stick. Kiereth, shrugging, draped her body over his. Kyr held out the stick and grinned, "You know, if I tell Änitaria about this, she will be furious!" before whacking the girl on the head.

She came to, and was on her feet immediately. She was wearing a shocked expression.

"O-oh, my god, I'm sorry! You see, my name's Akashiya Moka, and don't tell anyone, but my name's I'm actually a vampire. And when I smelt your blood, I just couldn't resist!"

Kiereth looked at Kyr. It said a great many things. Such as: "you don't say"; "here we go – scary woods, and a vampire"; and "is my blood really that tasty?". Kyr smiled impishly, and decided to put the current conversation to well-earned rest by asking about a more pressing matter.

So, you're going to this school we're headed to?" She nodded. "Could you please tell us how to get there? It's just that, thanks to Captain Sense of Direction here, we are actually completely lost."