Ingrained In Blood

Shuzen Akuha smiled as she saw her subordinate enter and bow to the floor. What a pathetic creature it was, disfigured and ugly even in its 'disguised' form. But it had its uses. As a spy. Able to sneak into any barrier, gain all sorts of information. Not that the being was smart enough to do anything right with that, that's why it worked under a Dark Mistress like herself.

"Report."

"Hai, Akuha-sama. The words are true. There is an Akuchi in Mikogami's dimension. The target's name is Aono Tsukune. Madam? It... it also appears he is a close friend of Akashiya Moka..."

"Oh me, oh my, now that is an interesting tidbit of information. Well done my spy. You may go, you are released for today."

The spy left happily, not wanting to give her enough time to reconsider giving him the day off.

Back in her office, the dark-haired vampiress chukled. Finally, finally someone she could use! How powerful, how absolutely terrifying would House Shuzen be with an Akuchi under her command? How much power would come her way? Unbelievable!

She got up slowly, regally, and made her way to the safe behind her. She punched in her special code and entered.

It was empty. For the most part.

In the center, surrounded by dozens of seals and talismans was a glowing red stone. A stone that even suppressed with more talismans than any other city in Japan could ever claim to possess, still emanated a malice palpable to even humans. Its destructive, vile powers radiated off it like a minature, dark, sun. Akuha smirked as she looked at it, the stone that could corrupt even angels. A sesshouseki, literally meaning 'stone of malice'. A stone composed solely of malice, evil intent and youki. A stone that was diametrically opposed to anything that even considered the very existence of 'kindness' as anything above dirt. Akuha could only stare at it in longing.

She would have that Akuchi, and it would serve her willingly. She would make sure of it.

"Now..." She began slowly. "Let's see how far I can push my foolish little sister... let's see if she can really hold on to her pathetic beliefs..."

Back in Youkai Gakuen, thins were changing and not necessarily for the good part, at least not for everyone.

Tsukune found it very hard to maintain a positive outlook, knowing what he had done, what he could do at any moment. After all, he had only meant to beat the attackers, black and blue perhaps, but definitely not kill them. But... every time he remembered Moka getting strangled slowly by one of them... every time he looked at Kurumu and remembered her form prone on the ground... every time he recalled how fragile Yukari looked with her wand broken and clothes torn... when he would see Mizore, her pale skin unnaturally so...

Something stirred inside him and it wasn't nice. It was evil, malicious and very hard to resist, very hard to find a reason to resist.

But he was not the only one troubled. Neither of the girls came out unscathed by the ordeal. None of them had needed Moka to tell them what happened; one look at the dismembered corpses and it became painfully obvious what had occured.

They were all so torn... Even Kurumu, the ever persistent and optimistic Kurumu.

Mizore watched him even more closely now than before. She watched over him almost all the time, almost as much as she could while making sure she didn't arouse suspicion. And she didn't know what to think.

She had falled in love with someone like her, someone who saw the world as a weak person, someone who was weak, like her. But now... Now Tsukune was strong, terrifyingly so. He had power in spades but had not the slightest amount of control. Not if he could do such things. After all, noone as kind-hearted as Tsukune would willingly do thatto another being. And yet he had done. Which begged the question, which was the true Tsukune? Who was he really? How had he changed? What would happen to him?

It was only a single thread of thought that reminded her of why she really fell for him; he was alone, just like her. In the begining, it was his weakness that caused his loneliness. But now, ironically, it was his strengththat caused it. It was his unholy power, that malicious fury that made everyone steer clear of them, even subconsciously.

So what could she do? What should she do?

Watch over him, she decided. As he watched over her, so would she watch over him. She would lend him the strength he lacked until he could control the demon within. She would silently observe him and aid him when he needs it. She would love him in her own, special way. After all, it wasn't a different Tsukune really, just one with more burdens on him. If she couldn't help him shoulder them, then how could he hope to cope with them alone? Her lack of direct approach damned her.

Kurumu was of much a similar thought. Though she may never show it, she had been afraid when she first approached him. She had been so afraid, she didn't even know how she could have done it. Maybe the adrenaline, maybe the repressed feelings of love and care, maybe her Destined One needing her. Maybe all of them, maybe something else. She didn't know. All that she knows is that when he cried on chest, she wept with him. She saw him at his weakest, she saw him when he was broken, when he was defeated. And she'd be damned if she'd ever let him feel like that.

She was Kurono Kurumu, seductress extraordinaire and a succubus. But, more importantly, she was a person in love, and love knows no bounds, no barriers, recognizes no threats. Many things could be said about the petite, blue-haired girl, but some of them always were 'determined', 'emotional', 'loving'... Few actually knew that she was also 'brave', for she was willing to fight anything, face off any enemy, no matter how corporeal, just to be with the one she likes.

She is, after all, Kurono Kurumu, and she refuses to loose to anyone, even if it's a demon inside her beloved. She would be with him, every step of the way, helping him as much as she could, giving him the strength he lacked, shouldering his burden when she could. Succubae fell in love rarely, but when they did, there were few beings that could ever reach the heights of their emotions. It was her inability of leaving him a room to breathe that damned her.

The little witch of the group however was terrified. She knew more than any of them, after all. But she also forgot that she was the youngest of them as well. She was barely eleven, just now opening her eyes to the world, just now begining to question what others would say. Just now realizing that things were different than what she imagined, that things weren't always as written in books.

It terrified her.

To know that things were not as she knew them. It scared her. To see Tsukune, the boy she wanted to be under when in her 'vampire sandwitch', become that... It terrified her.

She often had to rethink why she was there. Why she spent time with him. And her doubts were visible in her eyes. There, every time she looked away from him. Every time she hesitated to look at him closely. Every time she grasped her wand reassuringly when he got too close.

She was a scared child, a scared witch. And the most terrifying being she had ever met was her friend, and one she had once considered possible lover.

She knew her actions hurt the brown-haired boy. She knew it and yet she could not stop it, could not stop alienating herself from him. Because she was so, so scared of him. Of what he could be. Of what he could turn into. The eternal question of 'Am I going to be next?' dominating her genius mind. And, as much as part of her may claim that he would never hurt her, there was another part of her that screamed at her to run away from him, hide and forget. Barricade the doors, seal the windows, set up protective charms and hide under her blanket. Her fear damned her.

She was eleven after all. Something that, due to her constant shows of genius mind, was so often forgotten...

The one most split however was Moka, the girl of green and red, pink and silver. The sealed vampire. Both sides of her had their doubts, both sides of her couldn't even come to terms with the going ons.

On one side, the outer form of Akashiya Moka, pink hair and green eyes, kind, caring... some would even say naive. Where she once thirsted for Tsukune's blood, now she had not taken of his blood for two days. She had not even asked. She was so scared, of what he was, of what he had been. Would his blood change with it as well? Would his blood signify his transfiguration into a demon? Or would his blood remain the same as ever, sweet and tasty, restoring her belief in his humanity? After all, a vampire could taste almost anything within another's blood, even their race or if they had come into contact with a certain person if the vampire was skilled enough. But... she was so scared to learn. So scared that her hopes would be dashed. So scared that her good friend Aono Tsukune had been devoured by the demon, crushed under the malicious taint of a power he should not have the burden of carrying inside.

The other side was the inner form, the silver-haired, red-eyed Super Vampire, proud and regal. She would not admit it, but she had come to like Tsukune. As a friend, as a companion. As someone who would look at both her forms with the same kind smile. Extend both sides of her the same offer of friendship. And yet she was so conflicted. On one hand, she wanted him to get stronger, strong enough to stand at her side. Strong enough for her to be proud of him. But... on the other hand... if thatwas the price he would have to pay, wasn't he off much better left weak? She cursed herself repeatedly. If only she hadn't given him her blood, if only she had never fought these enemies, made all these wrong choices. If only... if only... But wishes could not change the world and Moka could only try to fix her mistakes. For it had been a mistake. In her bid for companionship, she had pushed things too hard, too fast. She had no illusions; if it wasn't for the demonic blood inside him, Tsukune would have become a Ghoul. Damed on one, damned on the other. How could she face him then, when it was her actions that brought this burden to him? How could she ever see him like that? And it was her other side that troubled her as well, her prideful side that demanded her to fight him and rip him, destroy him for insulting her pride, for daring to think himself stronger than her, for making her scared before another enemy.

They were both so conflicted. Neither side could help the other. Neither side could comfort the other. It is in thatconfusion, in his lack of communication that caused them more problems in the future. Because, they knew that if they spoke with each other, they woud find a way out of their conundrum. But, for their own reasons each, neither side spoke to the other. And their silence damned them.

Rumours went around the school now.

Rumours about a powerful ayashi, one that could fight dozens of enemies and not even get hurt. And that Ayashi was Aono Tsukune, his true form. The terrifying, oppressive, malicious force that had brought them nightmares a couple of days ago had been Tsukune.

It didn't help that he no longer smiled, that the rest of his 'harem' no longer joked as much as they did. As if something had pushed their bonds to breaking point.

At least they were smart enough to not attempt to push any of them; strained may their bonds be, but broken they were not.

But, when it came to Tsukune, many eyes narrowed, many people changed direction. Many now avoided him. Because of rumours. Rumours that were as true as they were unbelievable.

And their inaction damned the boy to solitude. To a lonely battle for his own sanity.

But, meanwhile, there was another who was concerned about the Aono boy.

The Exorcist.

He might be ruthless, but he wasn't evil. He might scheme, but above all he cared for his Academy and every student in it.

So, when Tsukune began changing, his plans, his carefully laid plans about the slow and steady unification of the Ayashi and Human worlds were sent askew. All he could hope for now was salvage what he could while making it as safe as possible. But for that to happen... a lot of measures had to be taken. One of them being an alteration to the sealing item he had prepared for the boy's eventual transformation into a Ghoul. Only, now he hadn't turned into a Ghoul but into an Akuchi. Which meant he had to change and adapt. Thankfully, Mikogami was nigh immortal and his age had gifted him with immense patience and wisdom.

So, first step; modify the lock and give it to the boy. He would then consider the Headmaster one more important person, a person to be protected for fear of loosing his sanity. Second step; Demonblooded that refused to fall to their vile urges were known to take certain things as 'charges' and protect them. Currently, he only had a few people, but relationships could mess things up. So, the Headmaster was aiming to make sure to get Tsukune further involved with the Academy, enough to make the boy set the Academy as a whole as his charge. Then, the danger of damaging it would be nullified. Third step; find some way to train the boy. An untrained Akuchi was much easier to submit to their Inner Demon, so he needed training in both mind and body. After all, there were few monsters able to go against an Akuchi, so why waste such a valuable resource?

It was his scheming that would damn the Exorcist.

But the future is not the present and the world waits for none. So, the white-robed priest worked double time to fix the mess Fate had wrought to his plans. A few more spells, a few more hours of painstaking work, and the new and improved Holy Lock would be complete. And what an improved version it was; it would keep the side effects of the conflicting blood to a minimum as well as expediate the solution to their conflict, not to mention aid them in combining rather than eradicating each other. But at the same time, it would partially mute Tsukune's Inner Demon, help the boy at least get some sleep. Fighting yourself isn't something done without at least enough rest to recover.

In another room, hidden from sight and observation, two figures, cloaked in shadows spoke and their voices were cold and harsh. "Kiria... I want you to check on Aono's limits. I want them discovered. Also, put some strain on his little merry band of fools. We may easily recruit him to our side if we can make them see things our way."

"Alright, I hope it won't be boring though. What about you?" Asked the figured identified as Kiria. "Still playing everyone for fools?"

"Of course, did you expect any less from me? They are all so blinded by their perception of safety. We will shatter it... and them with it."

The plan was made, the cover laid in place. In Youkai Gakuen, trouble came unannounced. Few paid attention to the shiver down their spines, but the ones who did trained all the harder for the upcoming struggle.

In the meantime however, Tsukune was called to the Headmaster's office. Once arriving there, he was quite surprised to see the Exorcist sitting on the great leather chair. Left and right of the entrance, but outside the room, were a pair of bodyguards. Tsukune had to force himself to not reply to their growls of challenge and go berserk on them.

Once he entered, he bowed slightly, putting Ruby's lessons of etiquette to good use, as he waited for the man to speak.

"Ah, Aono Tsukune-san... you are finally here. Come closer, we have a lot of work to do, first of if being the sealing of your... special abilities."

"No." Was the boy's answer, which caused the Exorcist a bit of obvious surprise. Deciding to enlighten the man on his choices, Tsukune continued. "No, I don't want them sealed, I want them cotrolled. I... I finally have power. And I am going to use it to protect them. So, even if that power is evil, if I have to, I will use it to protect them. Sealing that ability is out of the question!"

"Now, now, Aono Tsukune-san, when did I ever claim to completely seal these powers off? That would be such... a waste of resources, don't you agree? No, I am going to seal it partially, making it easy to control and manage. But you must be careful, this seal is... experimental... in a sense, since there is no other Akuchi by who to run it by... So, you must be careful not to over-strain it, it may very well be dangerous. For everyone..." Of course, the Exorcist cut off the part where he'd have the vampiric blood integrate itself with Tsukune's own demonic bloodline, thereby hopefully changing it. The boy would surely not take well to such manipulations, and he needed the boy on his side.

"I... I see... Will I be able to take it off? As a safeguard I mean. If... if I have to... to give my soul to the demon, can I take it off?"

"Of course. If it comes to it, then yes, you can take it off, but it would take some time. A safety measure just in case..."

Tsukune just offered his hand in agreement, knowing he needed the Exorcist more than he was needed. The Headmaster then retrieved a weird chain from his robe; it was black and gold, each link filled with a golden cross inlaid in silver and black metal. It was a work of art that ended in a heavy padlock. The chain was wrapped around the offered hand and the lock 'clicked' close. The change was immidiately obvious in the boy; he felt his body weakening back to his normal 'human' level, the demonic whispers withdraw a bit, but not completely. At least, he would be able to sleep now, or so he hoped.

"There, complete. You should still be able to transform, but make sure to reel in your Demon side, if it shatters the lock, it would cause many problems, and I won't have problems in my school. Which brings us to the second matter at hand... Aono Tsukune-san... I may be forced to expel you soon..."

"What? Why the hell would you do that?" Tsukune's cry of outrage did its job well in hiding his fear. His fear of being away from his friends, away from everyone, everyone who held his demon at bay... Of not being able to protect them. "If you send me away, I won't be able to protect them!"

The Exorcist turned around and readied himself for the unavoidable confrontation. "Yes... you want to protect them. So you should be able to understand my position as well. After all, what you do for these girls I do for my school. Sure you understand this, don't you? I will protect this school and every student in it with the same ferocity as you do for your own, though what we consider protection may be different. In other words, if you presence here becomes a danger to my school, I won't hesitate to expel or destroy you, as much as I may be loathe to do so. You are after all a student. But the truth is, I may not have much choice in the matter. Despite your Divine Lock, your aura still bears hints of your alternate form. And there are many more things going on. Latest of which a case of vandalism which is forcing my hand. If that incident was resolved, I would be able to keep you here, but the perpetrator is very skilled. Understand my position Aono Tsukune-san... I have many powerful individuals pressing me due to the constant incidents. If someone could... resolve these things, I would be able to keep you here, but if that doesn't happen... Then to protect the many, I may have to sacrifice the one..."

Tsukune snarled at the man, his fury reaching great heights, for once without the help of his demonic side. Just when he needed stability the most, just when he needed to be left alone to figure things, himself, out, something like this happens. Damn it all to the nine layers of hell...

"Do you know who it is? Or any hints really? We could solve this. We will solve this."

"I have a few hints, yes, but it is too fast an enemy to catch. It is an Outcast Ayashi, specifically from Anti-thesis, a... gathering... that seeks to unbalance the human and Ayashi worlds. Also, he seems to be targeting the Newspaper Club and the upcoming Festival. And with how many people will be here... the pressure is getting too much to hold back..."

"I see..." Tsukune bowed respectfully, as much as he might want to punch the man's lights out for insinuating he would be pulled from them and took his leave. His mind though was racing a mile a second with how to resolve that incident and stay with his friends.

On his way out, Tsukune decided to go to the roof. It always helped him think, clear his thoughts and calm down. Even when the demon's words cajoled him into violence, looking at the calm sky calmed him, so he decided to rest there for a bit, lest he accidentaly lashes out against someone innocent.

"Goddamit... Why of all times... why did they have to do this now..." Whispered the distraught boy as he pushed his rising bloodlust down.

"Oh, you seem to be quite worried, Aono Tsukune. Why the long face? Someone stepping on your toes?"

The voice was unrecognized, mainly because he had never seen that person before. It was a teenage punk if Tsukune had to guess; foregoing the school uniform, mid-calf trousers with a slit going up to the knee and slippers. And a bottle of graffiti on his hands.

"Ooh, don't tell me you have problems with the rest of your Newspaper club. After all it's like graffiti, another medium to spread and control information. We could use this Aono Tsukune-san."

"You... I am in no mood for games, punk... Get out of my sight before I take my anger on you. Antithesis or not, I am in no mood for petty fights. Leave us alone."

"Or else what? Besides, I don't care about you. Our group, Antithesis, is targeting you due to a certain person. Besides, you have already taken out Midou... No way we're letting you off that lightly!"

The Ayashi's legs began to deform and take a different shape, like long, bladed and sleek roller skates, though roller blades was a more apt description.

"So it's you... Sorry about that, but I'm going to take you out."

Despite Tsukune's words however, his body had been significantly weakened by the sealing of his demonic power. His human body was nowhere near the sheer amount of power a demonically infused one was, moreso with Moka's blood working to enhance his body further, just one step from becoming a Ghoul. So it came as no surprise when the hybrid Ayashi began dashing around Tsukune, unleashing laceration upon laceration on the brown-haired boy's body.

"Hmph, so slow! I could kill you five times in a row!" And he was going to do exactly that, when a female, desperate voice stopped him, just inches from Tsukune's neck.

"STOP! Leave him alone! please! He... Tsukune is getting expelled! Because of your madness, he's getting expelled! So, please, stop this!"

"Oh, so that's why you were down eh? No matter, I'll kill her too, after all we've already decided to destroy you all, Newspaper Club brats!"

"No, stop it!" Tsukune ordered the Hybrid, but it did little to stop him from getting ready to dash to the scared Akashiya Moka.

"As if you could stop me, slowpoke!" And he was off.

Tsukune ran, he desperately ran towards her, wanting to protect his first, and most precious friend.

But the lock sealed his powers away and he couldn't transform in time to protect her.

'Damnit... he's going to kill her! Damnit! No! I won't let! Move! MOVE!'

And he moved. A link in his Divine Lock cracked as Tsukune called part of his warring blood to infuse his body with supernatural power. He became a blur and landed in front of the scared girl, arms wide to save her.

But noone could save him from the lashing leg blades of his assailant. Moka could only watch in horror as Tsukune was repeatedly slashed, viciously, by the attacking Ayashi, the laughing attacking Ayashi. Something snapped inside her. Some part of her, the sealed part of her snarled, and the mere look on her face gave the attacker pause, causing him to leap back.

Tsukune fell backwards, his mind already going black. A green-eyed pink-haired face, a face he would recognize anywhere, came into his fading view and he tried to reach for her, touch her one last time. Her tears tore his heart but he couldn't hold on. His hand fell limb, just an inch before touching her, and he lost his consciousness.

But, when it fell, it touched something, a silver something, a silver cross connected to a rosario on a leather choker around the girl's neck.

With a barely audible click, the cross was removed and blood-red youki bathed the area, causing the attacker to leap back. He should have ran.

When Moka turned to see him, her face belied nothing short of raw, animalistic fury. All the emotions, the hurtful, festering emotions in her heart, about her failure to protect Tsukune, her resentment about her broken pride every time he transformed... seeing her beloved friend wounded for her, suffering wounds that he wouldn't otherwise have to endure all because of her weakness...

An inhuman rumble rose from her chest and her growl revealed her fury to the world. Grasping hold of every negative emotion, every strand of sadness in her heart, Akashiya Moka took hold of that entire bundle of negativity and thrust it on the hybrid.

When the Student Police arrived, there wasn't enough left of the hybrid to even get dental records.

Neither did they find Moka or Tsukune. The silver-haired vampiress had taken her friend to the hospital and refused to even set the rosario back until he was stable.

While Tsukune slept peacefully however, her Rosario restored, Moka had an interesting conversation with Kurumu.

The succubus was, plainly put, furious with Moka and how she looked at Tsukune. Many hurtfull words were said, many accusations made.

"Moka... don't you see how he suffers? He suffers because of you!"

"M-me?"

"Yes you! Don't you get it? I... I hate it... but... but I'm just Tsukune's friend. And so is Mizore and Yukari and everyone else... Everyone but you." She spat out venomously and the pink-haired girl took a step back. "We're his friends, but you? You're his crush! You're the one he cares for the most! And your stupid little wishy-washy feelings just keep hurting him!"

"B-but... I... I... am..."

"What, scared?" The hurt look on Moka's face assured the succubus that her guess was right on. "Well, so what? So am I! When he turns into that... that... thing... I am so scared! But not for myself! I'm scared that I'm going to loose him! That he's going to stop being my Destined One! You? You're just scared, scared that he'll hurt you. Don't you get it? He'd never hurt you. He just can't. Because... because he cares for you more than he cares for himself." Kurumu made to turn and get out of the hospital room before getting the final word, the final nail in the proverbial coffin, in. "If you ever hurt him Moka... I won't forgive you. He needs you now more than ever. If you ever hurt him so help me every Dark Lord that ever was... I will kill you!"

With the succubus left, the pink haired girl broke down to sad sobs. The truth was that Kurumu was speaking the truth; she was afraid for her self, of her safety. Instead of trusting Tsukune, she was scared that he would hurt her. Instead of worrying about him and how he was dealing with things, things thrust so suddenly into his life, she just worried about herself. "What... what should I do Ura-chan? What should I do?"

The rosario's eye opened, glowing the blood red of Moka's true self. "Simple, treat him as you always do. And apologize. Besides, do you think I don't know of your feelings for him? And I approve, by the way. He's definitely mate material. Though... with his humanity..."

"Ura-chan! E-even you do? And... what do you mean?"

"Fool. He is human. We are a Super Vampire. How long do you think he will be with us? Fifty years? A century? How long do you think you will last in absolute loneliness? If we do take him as our mate, we will betray him. So, keep treating him as always, I will place myself as his unreachable goal so that we will be able to let him down as painlessly as possible. Hopefully, that will be enough..."

That night, Moka didn't get a lot of sleep and what little she got was plagued by her dreams. Dreams of possibilities, wants, desires, fear, terror, loneliness, companionship. Solitude.

That night, Moka had never hated her longevity as much as she did. She had never, until that moment, despised her immortality enough to consider being mortal a blessing amongst blessings. She was envious. She was jealous. And she couldn't do anything about it.

Back in the hospital room, a blond-haired nurse looked at a sleeping Aono Tsukune, licking her lips. "Soon Tsukune-kun... you're going to experience pain the likes of which nothing compares... so, hurry up and wake!"

A/N: Thank you for reviewing in the last chapter and I hope you like this chapter as well.

The sesshouseki comes from the manga Ga-rei, though I have adapted it to my own devices and needs. In fact, the only thing I got was the name; killing stone, evil stone, demonic stone, stone of malice. Sounded cool and went along with my plans so I kept it. But it's not the shards of Kyubi or something like that, it's an insanely hard item to manufacture, but that's all it is. There will probably be more information on it later on.

Just to make some things clear though; Tsukune is human. If anyone ran any number of tests, they would find him 100% human. That is the weird thing about being demonblooded. It doesn't show up anywhere. It just ignites one day and from then on it is just as impossible to calculate or categorize. Tsukune's physical strength, even when in human form, is something I borrow from Rosario+Vampire; all monsters maintain some part of their natural abilities even when disguised (Outer Moka can crush concrete accidentaly). So, he maintains some part of his true strength even when 'sealed'. Not nearly close to how strong he can really be, and neither is he exactly good at fighting, as opposed to when transforming. Also, his 'class' is Demoblooded. At the foreseeable future, he won't multi-class, though he might if I find a good combination.

Meatbomb:

It is not my intention to make this into an 'atrocity of the weak' fic. That's just boring. And low. My intention is to accurately portray just how evil, depraved and terrifying such a transformation is. I will not be recreating the transformation sequence every time, but I will give out hints if it changes and in what way though. Just so you are not surprised if you see him dashing at the speed of light or something. Also, the reason I focus so much on Tsukune is exactly because it is a very trying time for someone. Think about it; as a human he was the weakest of the weak, stranded (even if willingly to a point) in the world of monsters. Now, he finds out he has something even worse than a monster inside him; a bona fide demon. It being trying to someone's psyche is only natural. Which is why I focused on the girls in this chapter. If I still need more, please let me know so I can adjust appropriately. Also this time, if you noticed, Tsukune didn't go demon form. I think I'd rather keep some of the original R+V continuity instead of replacing Moka with Tsukune and taking her very reason of existing out of the fic.

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