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Rosario + Vampire, et al = property of Akihisa Ikeda, produced by Shonen Jump.
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My OCs = property of me. Nuff said.
Just doing this to get it out of my head, kids. Enjoy!
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Chapter One: Arrival and Preparation
- The Land of the Rising Sun
- Early morning
As the brilliant morning rays of sunshine filtered down on the city of Fujinomiya, near Tokyo, Japan, the A.M. rush hour had only just begun to pick up. Traffic was still light, which was fine for citizens who made use of mass transit. Nearby one particular city bus stop, a large jeep-like vehicle, painted black with gold trim and accents, sat in a parking lot. A medium-sized trailer sat hitched to it, while its owner stood outside, leaning up against the driver's side.
The person in question, a tall, well-built young man in his late teens (probably about to hit his twenties,) looked up at the sun, his reflective shades hiding his eyes, before checking his hi-tech watch for the second time in the last five minutes. His toned physique was a smooth cross between a cross-country runner and a boxer: well-formed, and not overly big, but well-conditioned and muscular in all the right places of his stance. Black racing gloves covered his hands, while a well-worn black leather jacket covered his shoulders, hiding the long-sleeved white shirt underneath, and matching up well with his dark blue jeans and dark brown work boots.
'Where the heck is this special school bus I'm supposed to follow from here?' He thought to himself. Not two weeks ago, his 'handlers' had received a request to have him attend a special graduate academy outside of Japan for unspecified reasons... not exactly the perfect place or invitation to give to a young Tekkaman.
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- Flashback -
Tekkaman... the ominous, and very imposing word that described Hayate Katsuragi, the young man waiting next to his jeep, to a 'T.' In reality, that name was only a cover identity; not many people beyond his own 'handlers' knew that he was actually Isamu Aiba, the seventh and last child born to Takaya Aiba, the legendary Tekkaman Blade, and his wife, Aki Kisaragi, known as the Red Devil Tekkawoman... at least, back in his own time.
Another time, on another Earth, an entirely different reality had been what Isamu had been raised in, as were the tales of his legendary father protecting the Earth from the alien Radam conquerors, and their bloodthirsty Tekkaman warriors. By fortune's hand, Takaya was exposed to the alien extreme transformation process - known now as the Tek-System - before the Radam had come and attacked Earth, and had gained both the armored form and enough power to eventually drive back and defeat the Radam. Even after two subsequent attacks on the Earth by new Radam factions from other corners of the galaxy, Takaya, now called D-Boy, as well as his moniker 'Blade,' had not wavered in his resolve. However, when faced with the possible rebirth of a Radam Warlord-class Tekkaman in their time, it had been young Isamu who had volunteered to undertake a plan to seal the dormant Tekkapod into a dimensional prison... by using himself as the only key.
His family and parents had protested strenuously, but when two other Tekkamen appeared - who had crossed the dimensional barriers of their own world to aid this Earth, - their arrival helped sway the Aiba family to agree to their youngest member's decision. With that, Isamu said a tearful goodbye to his own family... and left his dimension to save his world from destruction. The dimensional Tekkamen praised Isamu's decision, but knew that more needed to be done to insure that the Tekkapod would not be used for evil.
Although both of his parents were Tekkamen now, Isamu himself had not been immersed in an actual Tekkapod of Radam design yet, or into the augmentation system derived from it by humanity, to fully catalyze his own transformations. As fate would have it, the dimensional Tekkamen - now his 'handlers' - brought Isamu to a waiting, and fully redesigned Pegasus Mark III Tekkabot. To complete the process, the dimensional Tekkamen linked the Mark III to the Radam Tekkapod, so that they could control and properly complete Isamu's transformation into a full-fledged Tekkaman for humanity. The Tekkabot's integrated control of the alien pod would keep its occupant free of destructive urges, and prevent them from becoming a slave to the Radam cause. Isamu nodded to his 'handlers,' thanking them for their help, before he entered the waiting pod and accepted his task of keeping the alien technology out of the hands of truly unscrupulous people.
- End Flashback -
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Six months after the transformation had been completed by the Mark III Tekkabot, the 'handlers' had taken Isamu through extreme combat training on their cloaked spacecraft, lessons that would have made top-notch military men cry. Over three long years, they showed him how to fully use his Tekkaman abilities and weapons, as well as placing him in intense live-fire combat against captured and reprogrammed Radam bug-soldiers... the monstrous ones his father had called 'Spider-Crabs' during the years that he fought against them all. They had also helped the Mark III and Isamu forge other protective safeguards for the Tekkapod with their dimensional technology, allowing Isamu plenty of compressed space bunkers to keep his possessions safe, and his identity hidden. With the Tekkapod now locked away and linked to only Isamu, his 'handlers' set out to help Isamu adjust to the Earth they were now on... one that was over a hundred years in the past.
Being the son of a Radam-engineered human Tekkaman warrior - with the evolved ability to enhance his battle form one day into the deadly 'Blaster' Mode, - and a human-derived Tekkaman born of the augmentation systems humanity forged from the alien technology, Isamu was indeed a true force to be reckoned with, even by the harsh standards of his two 'handlers.' His unique nature had even garnered him some unexpected, other abilities that were available to Isamu in his normal human state, not to mention that all his natural attributes (his mind, body, etc.) now all functioned at higher levels than regular humans. Factor in the alien Radam Tekkapod, and the innate Warlord-class Tekkaman systems within, and Isamu Aiba easily had the capacity to also achieve Blaster Mode. Still, he was a few years off from achieving that lofty status and mastering that enhanced mode, but his 'handlers' did consider him a fine adept in his Tekkaman armor. 'All good things come to those who wait.' One of his caretakers had told him; they didn't know how right they would be.
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A constant beeping sound promptly stirred Isamu/Hayate back to the moment at hand. Looking at his watch again - in actuality, an advanced hyper-encrypted computer linked to the Pegasus Mark III, in its fully transformed and concealing state as a heavy-duty off-road vehicle - the young man noticed its GPS system now picking up its described signal a few blocks away. Looking in that direction, Isamu's augmented vision caught a glimpse of the academy bus as it approached the city stop, and his eyes narrowed as he studied it. He could easily see the name of a local high school on its side-panel, but Isamu/Hayate could also see a lightly shimmering glow around it: a natural camouflage effect. He could soon see the real name of the place that he was going to be attending... Yokai Academy.
'Monsters of legend... I'm actually enrolled to attend an academy for monsters from ancient times, who are trying to learn how to fit in among humanity at large; terrific.' Isamu/Hayate muttered in his head, but he was still glad that his 'handlers' had given him plenty of intel on this place, and the student population, before actually agreeing to the request of the Academy's enigmatic 'Headmaster.' Isamu/Hayate had wondered why they would have been asked this, but seeing as it would help prevent all-out war with humans at large, he soon agreed to the offer, and a cover identity was established. As 'Hayate Katsuragi,' he was a crossbreed, and an unique one at that. Born from the combination of an Oni and a Dullahan, this union also gave him his strange 'human' scent, so to speak, so he would have a plausible excuse for any yokai who tried to question him about it. Newly arrived in the modern world, the Academy was the best choice for him to become acquainted with the ways of life outside the modern world.
'Me and my good luck.' Isamu finished his inner musings before he fully immersed himself in his 'Hayate' persona, and watched as the bus finally pulled up to the stop. The driver, wearing reflective glasses of his own, swung open the bus doors and stared over at Hayate as he leaned against his jeep.
"Hey! Katsuragi, right?" The bus driver hollered.
"What gave me away?" Hayate nodded as he replied.
"Heh, funny." The bus driver retorted. "Follow me, kid, and don't lose sight of my tail lights. It's a short trip from here."
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Twenty minutes later...
As the bus driver (and his weird shades) had mentioned, the trip with Hayate following after the bus in the transformed Mark III Tekkabot was indeed short. 'Better make sure that I keep to my cover identity like a glove.' He mused to himself, pushing his real name to the back of his mind as he kept a close eye on the bus' tail lights. It was the trip through the tunnel that the bus driver had led him through - and the ensuing dimensional nausea that followed as they shifted from the modern world to their destination - that made Hayate rub his forehead in discomfort as the bus ahead of him pulled up to the scraggly built scarecrow put up at the stop just inside of this altered space. Once the bus had stopped, its tail lights flashed at Hayate.
Grimacing, Hayate drove his large 'jeep' up along the bus when the driver flashed his blinkers at him a second time, just in time for the driver to lean out of his window and toss him a small pack of maps, color-coded to boot.
"The red one's gonna' take you to the academy grounds; blue to the dorms, yellow to the Headmaster's office, and the green one will show you where you can set up your stuff and park your ride, kid." The driver said, light glinting off his glasses again as Hayate frowned at the 'kid' shot.
"Thanks." Hayate replied, placing the maps into the backpack sitting in the passenger seat next to himself.
"Make sure that fancy do-hickey on your wrist has them all recorded, kid; your meeting with the Headmaster is in two hours." The bus driver responded, smiling at Hayate. "Don't be late, kid."
"Not my first rodeo, pal." Hayate replied with a frown. "I'll be on time."
The bus driver chuckled. "Mind your P's and Q's, junior. These kids here will play for keeps if they discover that you are actually a real human being."
Hayate looked up at the bus driver once more. "Let them try. I can handle myself." He finally replied.
The bus driver shrugged, then closed his window and drove off to turn the bus around as Hayate familiarized himself with the red and green maps. Back on the bus, the strange driver smiled to himself as his shades glowed. "He'll certainly make this year interesting for everyone, without a doubt." He stated as the bus headed back into the tunnel for his next pick-up.
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Hayate soon found the academy grounds rather easily, remarking to himself about the eerie, almost death-like atmosphere and scenery all around him in this unique dimensional space. But, then again, he was in a realm designed specifically for monsters; a creepy background was par for the course so far. Parking the Mark III and his trailer in a safe spot behind the Academy, Hayate armed its protective shields and defensive protocols after he grabbed his backpack, leaving his vehicle well-guarded against any threat less than a Tekkaman. He soon began following the yellow map that the bus driver had given him - available now in full detail on his wrist-comp - to the Headmaster's office.
He soon entered the academy's main building, and easily found his way to the primary office suite. As Hayate walked into the secretary's office, just to the side of the closed Headmaster's office, he gently knocked on the door frame to get her attention.
"Hayate Katsuragi, here to see the Headmaster for my interview before classes tomorrow."
The secretary, a normal-appearing woman (though Hayate doubted that was her real self) nodded at him, and pressed the intercom on her desk to the Headmaster's office. "You can go in now." She flatly said.
"Thank you." Hayate replied, and headed into the Headmaster's office, knocking on its door frame before he entered it.
The Headmaster's spacious office was itself dark, save for tall lamps on the perimeter of the room, and the Headmaster was seated there behind his desk, his glinting shades a clear reminder of the bus driver whom Hayate had followed here.
"Ah! Mr. Katsuragi! Welcome to Yokai Academy; please, put your bag down, and have a seat." The Headmaster stated, extending his hand to one of the chairs beside his desk. Nodding at the calm words of the Headmaster, Hayate sat down.
"I'm so glad that you decided to accept our invitation to study here at the Academy, Mr. Katsuragi." The Headmaster spoke again to Hayate, his hand again extending toward the young Tekkaman.
"No offense intended, Headmaster..." Hayate said, arching an eyebrow at the proffered limb. "... but I've been told of your penchant for sealing things. I may have accepted coming here, but as my guardians have no doubt told you, there will be no attempts to seal any of my abilities, nor will I allow them to occur."
"Oh? Why not, Mr. Katsuragi?" The Headmaster replied, prompting Hayate to frown at him.
"Sir, do you really want THREE enraged, heavily armored beings capable of tearing apart aircraft carriers, wreaking havoc here in this very confined dimensional space?" Hayate flatly retorted. "Any and all attempts to seal, what I already have a strong control over, would be utterly disastrous. Wouldn't you agree?"
"Point taken,..." The Headmaster replied, before he grinned back at Hayate. "... Mr. Isamu Aiba."
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Hearing the Headmaster address him by his real name, though in the private confines of his office, Hayate/Isamu did what he normally did when people got under his skin: he GLARED at the Headmaster, his eyes now lightly glowing.
"I do hope, sir, that we are not going to have a problem with keeping my cover identity intact." Hayate firmly replied. "Are we?"
"No, Mr. Katsuragi, we won't." The Headmaster chuckled and smiled back at Hayate. "Just illustrating a point: you need to keep a firm reign on when and where you do show your full Tekkaman powers."
"That goes without saying, Headmaster." Hayate responded. "Is there something else I should be aware of?"
"Not so much." The Headmaster stated. "Your 'lower' abilities are already well explained by your background and cover story, but students here will no doubt starting asking questions and inquiring about you if you start transforming too often on the academy grounds."
"Understood, Headmaster." Hayate replied. "However, I will take action when I believe it necessary, and I will defend myself from any attacks on my person."
"Oh?" The Headmaster inquired. "We do have staff here on the grounds to handle such problems..."
"Yes, I can imagine, sir." Hayate replied, his tone firm. "Still, my two 'handlers' told me that my unique nature will still give off a distinctly 'human' scent, so to speak, and here in this gathering of yokai, that may not bode well... for them."
"Very true." The Headmaster agreed.
"If any of them without a scrap of good sense do try to make me into a meal, or attack me without provocation, Headmaster,..." Hayate said as he shifted in his seat. "... they will not like the result."
"Fair enough, Mr. Katsuragi." The Headmaster nodded at that. "You can get your class schedule from my secretary on your way out. Enjoy your day."
"And so, I'm on my way." Hayate said as he stood up, then bowed to the Headmaster. The being before him still deserved respect. "Good day to you, sir."
As Hayate left the office, the Headmaster smiled to himself as he looked over an academy report. 'With those two here on the grounds with the rest of us, the year will be interesting indeed, and most likely, quite eventful.' He mused to himself.
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After getting his class schedule from the secretary, Hayate went outside and made a quick tour of all the academy buildings, becoming familiar with the routes to his classes in no time. He had a few brief words with one of the teachers - Miss Shizuka Nekonome, a literal cat-woman, no less, - then headed off to prep his trailer and its contents for tomorrow. Hayate also quickly stopped by the bookstore for his textbooks, but the young Tekkaman had little worries about studying and test-taking on subjects here. His augmented physiology also included a photographic memory and a vastly increased learning curve as a bonus of his transformation. Plus, being from over a hundred years into his Earth's future, advanced subjects like astro-navigation and spatial course calculations would make classes here tame by comparison.
His books gathered and paid for, Hayate returned to his trailer to get it ready for the following day. As the Mark III Pegasus detected Hayate's approach, it verified his identity, and then, allowed Hayate to active the trailer's operation protocols. The trailer soon totally altered its appearance, take only two hours to full transform into a single floor, multi-room dwelling with special compressed space bunkers within it, as well as a large amount of resources for Hayate to draw upon as needed. As soon as it was completed, Hayate went inside, and pulled on a cross-training runner's suit and sneakers, locked up his new 'home' and Pegasus, and then took off running to the track. Thirty minutes later, Hayate was still there, his running suit now damp with well-earned sweat, his hair slick to his scalp, and exposing the fact that it had been dyed completely black.
Hayate no longer needed to hide his dark emerald-green, black-tipped locks here; he was free to show it, and with any luck, he just might find a way to get rid of his one remaining hurdle, punctuated by a persistent throb from his groin. 'Damn, I hate being a virgin in this day and age.' He mentally grumbled to himself as he kept up his running pace. After another half-hour working out in the academy's large boxing ring in their gym, Hayate retired to the showers in the boys' locker room. His running suit was gone, sent back to his trailer through his wrist-comp's integrated portal tech, and right into the medium-sized washing machine in his 'home.' Hayate had replaced his sweat-soaked clothes with casual wear, which awaited him as he used the showers. There he now stood, letting the steaming waters wash down his naked frame. Thanks to the Tekkaman process, and his own hard training under his 'handlers,' there was not an ounce of fat on Hayate's taut and toned muscular frame... and his impressive 'package' reflected his augmented nature the most.
Most boys or young men Hayate's age would've killed to have the size and girth to their manhood as he had, not to mention the innate ability to literally swell to full erection in seconds. Having been fueled by his constant exercise regimens, and that he was a virgin, - inspite of very regular 'private' sessions to relieve himself of growing sexual tension - an honest to goodness solid ten and a half inches of rock-hard male phallus stood at full attention from Hayate's groin, its dark purple head comfortably bobbing above his own waistline to boot. Even his low-hanging scrotum held seed-heavy gonads the size of oval-shaped racquet balls. Hayate had already turned the temperature of the water from cool back to hot, as it had not had the intended effect of reducing his erection. There was no holding back the raging desire in his loins from letting loose now. His augmented nature, and the full measure of the Radam Tekkapod's effect on him, had already made the choice for him when he became a Tekkaman. Hayate soon roared out his mind-numbing release - a howl worthy of werewolves - when his engorged member finally unleashed his surging orgasm minutes later.
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The young Tekkaman remained in the soothing waters of the shower, still breathing heavily, and making sure that every bit of his massive release had been incinerated at the atomic level by his wrist-comp's genetic security systems. Although he doubted that anyone at the academy could perform a successful cloning experiment with his genetic material, Hayate left nothing to chance here. Finally done, Hayate turned off the water, dried himself off, dressed himself in his waiting casual clothes, and headed back to his deployed trailer, but never letting down his guard for even a moment.
Hayate had just rounded the corner to where he had parked Pegasus and set up his trailer when his wrist-comp chirped at him. It was in a particular tone that meant one thing: he had company. His advanced level of vision quickly spied a rather strange, tubby black bat sitting on the branch of a sickly tree near the perimeter of his trailer's defensive shielding.
"Wow!" The bat suddenly exclaimed. "You're a strange one, aren't ya, pal?"
A little surprised, but hardly unnerved, - fighting against hordes of Radam-engineered 'Spider-Crabs' to master one's Tekkaman powers will dull one's fear level quickly - Hayate put a hand on one hip, annoyed at the bat, and responded.
"So I'm told, wings." The young Tekkaman looked around, and seeing no one else, he gave his 'guest' a bit more to chew on. "A living fusion between a female Oni and a magically created Dullahan armor, to create a child, can do that."
"Really?" The bat replied in disbelief. Hayate just glared at the bat as it frowned in his direction.
"Really. Anything else you'd like to chat about, creepy?" He finally stated. "I do have classes in the morning, you know."
"Nope! See ya, future boy!" The bat replied before flying off into the night.
'Great; some cover this is.' Hayate grumbled in his mind as he passed through his trailer's protective barrier to put everything in order one last time before the morning came.
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A few short hours into the night, Hayate had fallen into a fitful slumber, often the case when Tekkamen like him tried to have peaceful dreams. In his case, it wasn't nightmares of horrific battles and blood-drenched corpses that came up to his knees,... at least, not this time around. Deep in his dream-scape, Hayate's mind reeled as he, in a half-armored state, stalked from one metal-walled room to another, his raging desires guiding him. His lower torso stark naked, with his bulging erection taut and dripping with pre-ejaculate, the numb Hayate followed the female moans begging for pleasure and release, letting their cries fill his hears without an end to the sounds.
Hayate had tried to fall asleep on his stomach, but the sexual urgings that had soon gripped his slumbering mind and his augmented frame quickly caused him to turn and lie on his back, leaving only the thin bed sheets covering him from the chest down. The coverings barely restrained his manhood as it quickly rose to full attention as Hayate struggled through his dreams. Gently, but firmly bobbing against the sheets in time with his rapidly accelerating heartbeat, Hayate's full erection followed his unconscious mind as it was wracked with even more intense desire, and the ache in his swollen member and scrotum refused to let up until satisfaction had been achieved. Without warning, the sleeping Tekkaman's hands shot out and seized the reinforced metal frame of his bunk, his sweat-covered body arching powerfully up as a huge surge of raging lust and desire filled his entire being.
His mouth opened in a gasp of raw ferocity, but it was his hips that answered the call of his dreams, beginning to buck up in a fearsome tempo and shaking the sheets from his body. His thickened, raging, and vein-lined erection free at last, Hayate's orgasm came an instant later, huge spurts of his stored seed literally blasting out of his engorged phallus, and leaving a large pool of fluids around his spasming hips on the bed. His breathing labored and heavy, Hayate slowly began to come around and out of his dreams, and took stock of what had just happened to him.
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At an unknown home, somewhere in Japan, and in one of the home's upper bedrooms, a young woman bolted up in bed with a sharp gasp of surprise. Breathing heavily, she did her best to calm herself, a light sweat covering her forehead, as well as leaving a slight sweat stain on her nightshirt, one that was having a very tough time holding back her sizable bust. 'What... was THAT!?' She mentally exclaimed as she inspected her surroundings.
Her impressive bosom was heaving rapidly, and she could swear that both her breasts and her nipples were very sensitive right then, as if a male desiring pleasure had been pawing heavily at them while she had slept. Putting that thought aside, she reminded herself that she had yet to even find a boyfriend worthy of being allowed past first base with her. Then, the light blue haired girl felt an intense shiver of pure pleasure crawl up her spine, and she immediately pushed and kicked the covers off her legs to look down. Sure enough, her own panties were stained with a clear fluid - obviously an intense orgasm from a dream she had experienced, - as were her bed sheets just beneath her backside. 'What kind of dream WAS that!?' She mentally cried again, even as she got up to head for the bathroom, snagging a new pair of panties to take with her and change into moments later.
After a quick washing of her now blissfully happy nether regions was done, the young woman had changed into her new underwear, and had returned to her room to quickly strip the stained sheets off her bed and toss them into her hamper. She barely even noticed just how active her own tail was, swishing back and forth before she curled back up into her bed, covered by only her warm comforter now. Even as she tried to get back to sleep, she wondered just what this event could even mean to her.
'Is this a sign?' She thought to herself. 'Am I finally going to meet and find my Mate of Fate? I really hope so.' She finished in her mind as she tried to curl up and fall back asleep.
End Chapter One
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A Tekkaman is about to attend school with monsters...
What effect will he have on the students?...
How does his presence change what plans await the Academy?...
Stay tuned and find out, gang!