For this chapter, I have to remind everyone that I don't read the manga online, and have no idea what Moka's father's personality is like. So, I had to base my assumptions on what I've read in fanfics. Please don't kill me if I got it wrong. Thank you!

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10 YEARS OLD

Very few things can make a Vampire scared, since they are the strongest of all monsters; most problems can be solved with a kick in the face. However, the saying goes that there is always someone stronger than you, and for Moka (and most vampires) that person was her father. He was the only person Moka feared. Unfortunately, he was standing right in front of her after discovering her sneaking out of the house, and he was not happy.

"I'm going to ask again Moka: Where were you?" Her father commanded, his red eyes shooting daggers at his daughter. Moka, for her part, was doing her best to maintain her composure. She could not, under any circumstances, let her father know about Tsukune. Not only would he punish her so severely she would most likely not be able to leave the house until she was twenty-two, there was no telling what he would do to Tsukune and his family. Moka's throat tightened at the thought of Tsukune getting hurt, and she couldn't breath at the idea of it being her fault.

"I was…out." She responded, trying to be as vague as possible. Count Akashyia's emotions flared.

"I know that much!" He barked. Moka flinched. "What I want to know is where! Who were you with?"

"I wasn't with anybody!" Moka answered. "I was going for a walk!" Count Akashiya rolled his eyes.

"A walk. Moka, you are much too young to be going for romantic strolls in the moonlight." He paused as a thought occurred to him. "You weren't with a boy, were you?"

"Of course not!" Moka quickly defended, somewhat scared that her father was getting closer to the truth.

"Good. One more question. Why," Count Akashiya leaned forward, curling his lips back to expose his teeth. "do you smell like a human?" He all but spat the last word, and Moka was reminded of how much he hated humans for their bias and violence against monsters and each other.

Moka's mind scrambled for an explanation, some excuse; anything but the truth. "I was feeding!" She blurted out, finding a logical reason for her scent. Count Akashiya raised an eyebrow in suspiciousness, but said nothing so Moka continued. "I-I wanted to impress you, so I went feeding by myself!" Moka held her breath when her father said nothing, praying for the best yet preparing for the worst.

The silence was so palpable you could have cut it with a knife, and Moka could feel it weighing down on her, getting heavier with every second her father didn't answer. Then just as Moka reached her breaking point and couldn't take the waiting any more, her father spoke up.

"Fine." He said. Just one word. Moka looked up at Count Akashiya in confusion.

"What?"

"Fine." He repeated. "I believe you. It makes sense." Moka's eyes widened. Was it really that easy? Was it really over? "But," Count Akashiya stared again. "If you ever leave the house without telling me again, you will be punished. Do you understand?" The menace in Count Akashyia's voice sent shivers up Moka's spine. It was all she could do to nod in understanding.

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"Tsukune, what were you doing last night?" His mother asked as he got ready for school the next morning. Tsukune paused from packing his schoolbag and looked up.

"What do you mean Mom?" He asked. His mother sighed.

"Well, you see, around midnight I got up and went to the bathroom, but I swear that I heard some voices coming from your room." Tsukune thought for a moment or two, and then realized what his mother was talking about.

"Oh! Moka came over last night!" Tsukune said. Mrs. Aono paused in her making of Tsukune's lunch.

"Moka…came into our house?" She asked, making sure she had heard her son correctly. Like her husband, Mrs. Aono thought that Moka was just a figment of Tsukune's imagination. But she had heard the voices last night. Suddenly, her sons 'secret best friend' didn't seem as imaginary anymore.

Tsukune nodded. "Yeah! We talked for a while, but then she had to go home." Mrs. Aono turned form the counter and faced her son.

"Um…Tsukune, how old is Moka?" She asked, a little nervous to hear his answer.

"She's 10. Why?" Mrs. Aono exhaled a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. That was one worry crossed off of the list.

"How often does Moka visit, Tsukune?"

"About once a month." Tsukune said. Mrs. Aono considered the repercussions of what she was going to say, and decided it was for the better.

"Tsukune?" She started.

"Yes mom?"

"Next time Moka visits, would you mind…introducing us?"

Tsukune smiled. "Sure! I'll ask her!"

Mrs. Aono put on a tired smile. "I look forward to it."

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"Can I meet her too?" Kurumu asked through a mouthful of bread and lunchmeat. It was lunchtime, and as usual Kurumu and Tsukune were sitting together. Tsukune had told her about the conversation he and his mother had had before school, and Kurumu had a few questions of her own.

"Ummm…Sure, I guess." Tsukune said. For some reason, a little part of his brain told him that introducing his two best friends would be a very bad idea, but he ignored it.

After all, what's the worst that could happen?