Chapter 5: Murotsu's Story + Vampire

Disclaimer: I do not own Rosario + Vampire. I twisted the author's storyline into my own imagination. If violence or brutality is an offense to you should not read this.

"My name is Murotsu. Konjuro Murotsu," said he said quietly. " I...I have a confession to make to all of you. I am not a pure-born monster. The truth is that I was once a human from the human world in Japan, just like Tsukune. My old hometown was in Kyoto, Japan."

"You mean you were also a human like Tsukune and Hokuto-senpai?" asked Moka, shocked. "I couldn't smell his blood when I was near him," she thought.

"How is it that you are a dragon mage?" asked Kurumu, wanting to know.

Murotsu took a sip of his tea and set it down on the table. He took a napkin and wiped his mouth.

"I-it's...i-its a long story," he stuttered.

"Can you tell us how you turn from a human to a dragon mage?" asked Tsukune.

Murotsu's face fell on the table. Hiyata stood up from his chair.

"What's wrong?" asked Moka.

"Murotsu-senpai is pretty reluctant to talk about it," said Nazere placing a hand on Murotsu's shoulder.

"Come on, bud. Tsukune is the Chosen and I believe it's important for him and his friends to know what is going on," said Hiyata.

"Besides, in order for them to trust us so we need them to hear our stories."

Murotsu sighed. "It started like this."

"My original name is Shine. I don't remember my last name. My real parents were dead and I never knew them. I was an orphan at the Kaziguri Orphanage. The orphanage was also a school. Studying was my hobby because I wanted to be successful. I sadly had no friends there. All of my kids were mean to me because I am a hardcore study freak. Nobody wants to sit next to me in a cafeteria or even in my classroom. I never had any friends before, not even in the orphanage. The kids at school made fun of me and they even threw rocks at me. I was hurt both physically and mentally. The only place I stayed in school is the library where I can study quietly. I studied three languages Japanese, Chinese, and English and became fluent in them. I knew that English and Chinese were common languages throughout the human world, so I thought I had to learn them as well.

The subjects I also studied were math, science, music and history. As I grew up in the orphanage, things became worse for me. I was on my way to the library to study some more. On the way there, a group of boys came to me and ordered me to give them money. I didn't have anything in my pockets and I wanted them to leave me alone.

The guys wouldn't listen to me and they all beat me up. When they were finished with me, they took my backpack and left me in the middle of the street, bruised and bleeding. I woke up and I saw that my backpack was gone. Then I thought about what people would think when they saw me like that. I did not want anybody to see me so I ran down into an empty playground and there I cried. Nobody was there to support me and nobody seemed to care about me. I thought about my parents, the orphanage, the school, and my cruel master and I cried. An hour later I felt a hand placed on my shoulder. I looked up and I saw a man staring down at me. He was holding a strange large staff in his right hand.

'Why are you crying, child,' he asked, kneeling down and wiping my tears.

I sat up and told him what happened that morning. He then reached down in his pocket and handed me a lollipop. I grabbed it and greedily sucked on the juicy candy.

'Come,' he said and he picked me up to my feet.

'Are you going to bully me like those kids did to me?' I asked, glaring at him.

'Why would I do that?' he asked. 'If you wanted life, happiness, and knowledge you must come and follow me.'

Knowing that I had no other place to go I took his hand and I followed him. I never wanted to return to the orphanage.

'What is your name, little one?' he asked as we are walking.

'My name is Shine,' I answered.

'My name is Zukoshi,' he said. 'I have no children of my own, Shine. I always wanted to have a child.'

I stared at the lollipop and I realized how it means so much to me. Not because of the candy but the kindness and love he showed me.

'Can you be my daddy?' I asked him, tugging on his sleeve.

He smiled down with me and patted me on the head. He knelt down toward me and tied a small blue headband over my forehead.

'Yes, my son,' he said as he was tying the headband on my head. 'I will call you Murotsu instead of Shinē.'

At that moment, my life began to change. Murotsu was a better name than Shinē. I became happy because I have a father that cares about me and supports me. We walked for many miles and we passed by many cities and forests. Finally, we stopped at a large stonewall. He then raised his stick and light flashed onto the stonewall. In the wall I saw a giant castle with creatures flying and wandering around it. Creatures I had never seen before.

We both entered the portal and a fresh breeze hit against my face. It was a large, nice, and peaceful world, which I had never seen before.

'The world you are in is a world of monsters,' he said pointing his staff around the area. 'This is the place where human fantasy exists.'

I stared and whirled around with amazement. I remembered reading about them in many stories I have read in school. It had been my dream to live here.

'And now,' he said. 'Let's go to the castle and get some food.'

'Yes please dad,' I accepted and we walked right into the entrance of the castle. My father could tell how hungry I was. The castle was large and magnificent and it is almost like a dream home.

'Dad,' I said.

'Yes, my son?'

'Are you…um…really a human?'

'No, my son,' he said taking off his jacket. 'I am a dragon mage. Allow me show you my true identity.'

He transformed into a white dragon. I was a little bit scared but I was very surprised and amazed to meet a dragon. He then transformed back into his human self.

'Come, let's eat.' He said. His waiters brought the food for us. I greedily started eating, stuffing my mouth with food. After the fantastic meal, I was satisfied and I hugged Zukoshi.

'Dad, I love you,' I said with a smile. 'I want to be with you forever.'

Zukoshi smiled and placed a hand on my head.

'You are, my son,' he said.

Zukoshi raised me like I am his child. When I turned 13 he taught me how arts of fighting such as taijutsu and kenjutsu and how to forge and use weapons. I later forged a weapon, which is a giant double-edged blade, and I use it when I am in human form. Fighting in my human form allowed me to save my power unless I am fighting stronger opponents. That weapon suits me the best according to my father. The most important things he taught me were discipline, patience, purity, and how to define what was right and wrong. As the years went by, my bond with him became stronger and stronger. One day a sudden light blue light shined on me and I was slowly turned into a blue dragon.

My father was pleased and we went into a private meadow to meditate. A few days later, he taught me how to use magic. I was able to learn all sorts of sorcery from what he taught me. That time I became a dragon mage.

Right after that, he told me one important secret: the truth about humans. Though some humans are sinful and cruel, they are the creators of us monsters. Why? It was because they are the ones who made fairy tales and stories about us. The humans like you and me Tsukune, played a huge role to our existence. This monster realm we live in was the world of human fantasy created by the human dream.

By the time I was 15, my father then sent me to a monster school called the Youkai Academy. Everything was different than I experienced in my regular school in a positive way. I was able to interact with all the students and I became friends with many of them. None of them knew that I was a human and they saw me as one of them. My life was much happier when I am in the Youkai Academy than my old school. One club I joined was the Youkai Academy Newspaper Club held by Nekonome-sensei and Morioka Gin. I became close to Ginei and together we were able to solve any problems and mysteries that occurred in the academy.

One the day that I was off from school, my father held a party. All the dragon mages were at the party as well as many different species of monsters. Suddenly the double door opened and three figures walked in: Zukoshi's brother who eventually became my uncle, Yuroku, the Masked King, and Gyokuro, a vampire you might recognize. They approached my father and bowed.

'Sorrow to drop in unannounced," Yuroku sneered.

'Brother,' my father greeted. 'What brings you here?'

He then glanced at the Masked King and the Gyokuro.

'Wait, a minute,' he said. 'What are you doing here with Gyokuro and the Masked King?'

'We came here to make you an offer,' said Yuroku. 'Come and join us, dear brother. Together we will rule this world and the human realm,'

'What for?' asked my father. "What are you planning to do?"

'We plan to revive Master Soku so we can eradicate all of those wretched humans,' said Gyokuro, flicking her hair.

'Are you mad? I refuse! I will never let you three revive Soku because he stands for evil that will use his power to enslave all of us,' objected my father drawing his staff. 'I won't join you. Akasha, Mikogami, Fuhai and I sealed him away for good just like they sealed the Alucard. The humans deserve to live in peace.'

'What does power mean to you?' hissed the Masked King in a quiet voice. 'Helping those worthless beings who did nothing for you?'

'I used my power to help everyone in need and protecting the human home world,' my father argued. 'These guests are under my protection.'

'Very well then,' said Yuroku and he began to transform. His real identity was a black dragon. Indeed he was a dark dragon mage. 'Masked King, go to the human world and promote chaos to the human filth. Wait, til I return. Then we will revive Lord Soku.'

'Got it. Gyokuro, do your thing,' the Masked King hissed signaling his helper.

'Yes, my Lord,' obeyed Gyokuro and she left for the exit.

'No! I won't let you!' cried my father darting after her but was blocked by Yuroku.

'You will not go anywhere, brother,' said Yuroku as he transformed into his true self, a black dragon mage. Zukoshi transformed into his white dragon mage form and charged at him. Both dragons began to fight. The Masked King grabbed a small capsule and thrust it down onto the ground, causing smoke to permeate through the room. When the smoke cleared, hundreds of demonic gremlins and goblins appeared.

'Destroy them all,' commanded Yuroku, pointing his finger at the guests. The guests began to flee into the exit. The gremlins and goblins hurried after them but I stood in their way, holding my double-edged blade. I fought them, slicing them and sending them flying.

The two dragons fought until suddenly the black dragon slashed at the white dragons heart. The white dragon roared and collapsed to the ground. He then slowly transformed back into his human form.

'Father!' I screamed, hurrying to my injured father. He held him in his arms and placed my hand on his wound to stop the bleeding.

'My child…' he moaned handing me his staff. 'The staff is…yours,'

'Dad you should not talk, I'll use my resurrection spell!' I cried.

'Don't use it…son,' he moaned, grabbing my hand. 'We...can't let…this magic…be stolen from you… and be used…in the wrong hands,'

'No, dad please!' I cried. Tears poured out from my eyes.

'Remember me Mur…ots…u,' He gave his last breath and closed his eyes.

'Dad, dad?' I sobbed. 'Daaaaaad!'

I began to for a while clutching my father's staff with one hand and placing the other on my father's limp body. I lifted my face toward my uncle, jeering at me with his minions.

'How could you, uncle?' I cried, standing up to my feet. I put away my father's staff and drew out my weapon. 'You will pay for this!'

At that moment I transformed into my true form and charged at Yuroku. Before I could attack him, two pairs claws grabbed me. The claws belonged to an Amarok (giant wolf in Inuit mythology) and a griffin.

'It's too dangerous. You are no match for him,' said the Amarok in a quiet voice.

'Let's grab him and get out of here!' said the griffin and they both dragged me across the floor to the exit. I struggled to break free but their grip was too strong. The goblins roared and hurried after us.

'Wait!' ordered Yuroku, holding out his hand in front of his grunts. 'Let them run. They won't be able to escape our own power. Go to the city of the dragon mages. Destroy it and leave no survivors!'

'Yes sir!' barked the goblins and gremlins and proceeded to move out.

Then Yuroku turned to the Masked King and nodded to one another. Yuroku then raised his hands and extended them toward the exit. The Masked King used his tentacles and did the same toward the exit. A large cluster of red mist lashed from both of them and darted toward the exit.

We were out of the castle and the two monsters were still dragging me. I then glanced back at my home and I saw a large cloud of red mist heading our direction. I began to recognize what it was when my father told me the magic used when combined with power of darkness.

'We got to get out of here!' I cried, breaking free from their grip. 'The Masked King incorporated his power to my uncle's magic. It will kill us. Run!'

I transformed into my dragon form.

'Hurry!' I commanded the Amarok. 'Climb on my back and let's get out of here!'

I grabbed the Amarok and hoisted him on my back. The griffin and I flew as fast as we could, trying to avoid the red mist. We flew straight toward the Youkai the academy trying to go in for cover. The red mist came darted at us in a fast speed like wind. Then the Amarok barked at me for my attention.

'Quick! Get into the underground home!' he barked.

'Where?' I asked desperately, whirling around.

'There!' he pointed at the cemetery.

We descended down to the dark cemetery.

'Alright, how do you guys get in?' I frantically asked.

'Watch me,' said the Amarok. He made a loud howl and the tombstone opened revealing a stairway entrance. We ran in downstairs and shut the tombstones. The mist thankfully did not reach us. We walked into the elevator and closed the double doors behind us."

To be Continued…