The Greater Goal and the Greater Power

Disclaimer: I do not own Rosario Vampire or any part of its franchise. I would also like to thank lord of the land of fire for giving me permission to write this.

This is a sequel to The Unsealed Vampire story by lord of the land of fire and The Unsealed Vampire: Moka's Revenge by yours truly.

It has been a while. I have no excuse for being tardy apart from procrastination and that I wanted a break. I don't know when the next chapter will be updated but I will give you a little spoiler in order to apologize properly: it will be Moka centered.

Have I given up on this story? Never. I may take my time but I will finish this unless I die first, which I hope doesn't happen.

Now that I am done wasting your time with author's notes, let us move on to the main attraction.

Enjoy:

"I'm bored."

The school library was empty that day. Apart from Tsukune, there may have only been a hand full of other students in the whole building. Of course, that was to be expected, it was a bright and sunny Saturday afternoon, you couldn't expect students to want to come here on their day off. However, it wasn't schoolwork that brought Tsukune to this place of higher learning, he needed to learn more about his condition. More specifically, why his most hated alter-ego had suddenly emerged and been annoying him for the last five days.

Said alter-ego was currently reading out loud from a Japanese history book in a vain attempt to stave off his apparent boredom. "After the Genpei War, Minamoto no Yoshitsune joined the cloistered Emperor Go-Shirakawa in order to fight his brother... Talk about a messed up family... Hey! Are you even listening to me?" Tsukune simply ignored Reaper's commenting like he did most everything else Reaper said or did and shifted his focus to the book he was holding in his hands, it detailed the use of seals and locks but nothing came up about hallucinations and pronounced schizophrenia caused by previously mentioned objects.

Tsukune was no fool, he knew full well that something was very wrong with his psyche after he realized he was the only one who could see Reaper walking about. Having him around had made intimacy with Moka a very awkward situation, what with Reaper cheering him on in the background. It also caused an unfortunate scene a few times in class after a highly disturbing comment made by his other persona had caused him to scream out on the middle of a few lectures, teachers had begun to wonder about his mental health.

He could have gone to the Headmaster for help but he wanted to see if he could fix this on his own first, he didn't particularly relish the idea of another session with the Exorcist poking inside his mind. Though, at this rate, he felt he would have to sooner or later. Perhaps sooner rather than later, he doubted he would be able to handle another sleepless night of hearing Reaper singing Don't fear the Reaper over and over again. The irony of that song wasn't lost on him, he learned to hate American rock music with a passion after that incident repeated itself a few time in a row.

After putting the book back down onto the table in front of him, he allowed a sigh to escape him. After a pause followed by him massaging his nose bridge in an attempt to think, he picked up his bag and began to walk towards the exit. The whole way out, Reaper was trying to grab his attention any way he could: He would make inappropriate comments that were occasionally racist or sexist depending upon who passed by. That was all he could do apart from distorting Tsukune's vision with bloody meat hooks and horrible smells but Tsukune had pretty much become immune to that after repeated use during these last few days.

"Come on, pay attention to me. Please. I'll be your BFF." His complaints fell on deaf ears, if he was going to make his life Hell, he would make sure he received as little satisfaction from it as possible. "I know you can hear me, princess." He refused to make eye contact and just kept staring in front of him. "Look, I'm sorry about that whole Hell inside your mind thing so can you just stop ignoring me?" At least this was proof that the seal was working. If it wasn't, he was pretty sure Reaper wouldn't be lowering himself to the point of begging like he was doing right now. Ha, the seal took away his abilities, he was as good as castrated, now. "Hey! I heard that!"

But he had to be careful when he ventured outside, he had been cautious enough to avoid Moka after that embarrassing encounter and had since been dodging her. The last thing he wanted to do was explain that his brain was scrambled as could be right now. This was his burden to bear, after all, no need to get Moka worried over him. "You're a freaking moron. You know that? Of course you do, since I'm you and I know it!"

Next stop was going to be the Chairman's office, he had exhausted every other option at his disposal and he wasn't about to stay stuck like this. A small breeze blew through the deserted courtyard, the sunny sky made this setting look much more peaceful than it usually was. You could have gone so far as to say it almost wasn't creepy.

He walked at a steady pace, trying his best to clear the open area as fast as possible without looking suspicious. He was mindful of his surroundings at all times, he didn't want to face Moka as of now or anyone else for that matter.

So imagine his surprise when he felt a spike in killing intent directed at him. He looked around, nobody was there apart from him but that aura wasn't a figment of his imagination. He closed his eyes in order to better focus on the possible opponent. The reason he couldn't see anybody was simple, he wasn't looking in the right places. His would be assailant was on the rooftops, a quick glance above his position revealed a body plummeting towards him at dizzying speeds. The incoming projectile was too fast to be avoided but Reaper still managed to wedge in some commentary much to Tsukune's annoyance. "Hallelujah, it's raining women!" The last thing Tsukune felt before losing consciousness was a pair of legs covered in knee high socks making contact with his face. Before he faded into the peaceful void, Reaper, unable to leave it at that, had to make another inappropriate comment about the situation: "They're white!"

He was out for a few seconds, just about the time it took for his body to fall to the ground and force him awake after feeling intense pain following the fall. Before him stood Kokoa with a giant hammer in her hands, she didn't look sad or remorseful at all at the sneak attack she orchestrated. Rather, she seemed excited at the prospect of beating him senseless. Tsukune was trying to make sense of what was going on and about to try and reason with her when he saw her giant hammer head straight for him, he rolled over to the side and witnessed the ground he previously laid on turn into a giant crater. A sharp whistle resounded in his cranium as he stared awestruck at what would have been his fate. "So much for a lasting friendship, ain't that right?"

Unfortunately, present murderous company diverted Tsukune's attention away from his broken psyche's attempt at taunting and made him crawl away as soon as possible. Why not just get up and run? His mind was too transfixed with the idea of fleeing to really formulate an advanced response that would have involved anything other than move. Hence, the use of his legs was momentarily neglected as Tsukune's survival instincts kicked in and made Tsukune revert to a caveman like state.

Kokoa was watching the scene take place before her with mild confusion, the buzz and anticipation of the fight had been replaced with puzzlement. He may not have a lot of power but she knew he had a speck of it. In fact, Kokoa was pretty certain that things as they were would be quite evenly matched in a confrontation between the two: He had Ghoul powers and her abilities hadn't matured yet. Did she give him a concussion which spurred amnesia? No, she barely touched him and he avoided her second hit. Something else was off. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't sense his aura at all. On top of the roof, she was too far to have accurately noticed this before but his energy was absent. It wasn't weakened, it wasn't suppressed, it was just gone.

She had only ever felt something similar with one other person and that was her big sister... Seriously? They sealed him? A quick glance at his right wrist confirmed her suspicions. Hold on, that meant that if he hadn't dodged her second attack, he would have been killed. She shuddered at the thought, good thing she noticed this before anything bad happened. Although her vampiric sense of pride was disgusted with the idea of fighting someone in such a weakened state, she would swallow up her pride and do what had to be done. She couldn't risk fighting him as a full-fledged vampire, fighting him as a Ghoul was already risky enough seeing as how she wasn't as strong as the average vampire. This was for the best, if he wanted a re-match, there would be plenty of time to have one after they were blood-bound.

When she finally came back to reality, she was quick to notice that two things were out of place. The first thing was that Tsukune was no longer crawling at her feet. The other was that he was madly running away from her at near Olympic speeds. Apparently, he remembered he had legs and how to use them. He was a true marvel of Darwinism.

Oblivious to the wonders of Evolution at work, Kokoa instantly gave chase just as her giant hammer morphed into a bat that perched itself on her shoulder as she ran. Tsukune would have been amazed at this newest development if he wasn't busy with running for dear life, a lethal threat always had the potential to render people blind to incredible events.

And he just kept on running, he was going to try his luck once again and head to the pool. At least he wasn't as far as last time. If he was mindful of his surroundings and careful to avoid bumping into a passerby, he actually stood a chance. "Keep telling yourself that." He ignored his criticism once again and focused on running. In a matter of seconds, he caught sight of the pool, a promising oasis in the middle of this insanity.

He dared to look back over his shoulder and was baffled by what he failed to see, Kokoa disappeared. This wasn't good, vampires were natural predators, or so he was told, they never gave up on prey unless it was a completely hopeless gesture to try and catch it. Something was very off. "No shit, captain Obvious. Let's think, if she isn't behind us, then that means..." He looked back in front of him and his heart sank in his chest, Kokoa was standing right in front of him with her hands on her hips. The tapping of her foot and the angry glare she was giving him was a good indicator of what she thought of his little escape attempt. "Right on the money." He wanted to slow down and try and reason with her but the momentum of the race mixed with the slippery grass surface made slowing down impossible. Instead, with all the grace he was known for, he collided with a very surprised Kokoa who mistook his awkwardness for bravado.

When he finally was able to properly assess the situation, he realized that in a subconscious effort to try and stabilize himself, his hands had just gripped her small breasts. "If you gotta go, go with a smile on your face and the object of your desires in your hands. Ha!" It was awful gallows humor at this point but he was more preoccupied with Kokoa's expression, it showed the inner turmoil that raged in the depths of her young mind. Surprise gave way shock. Shock gave way to confusion. Confusion gave way to anger. Anger gave way to embarrassment. And embarrassment gave way to... ecstasy? "Well of course she's gonna be turned on if you keep squeezing her parts every time you notice something new, dumb ass."

If it were at all possible, Tsukune turned a few shades paler when he finally realized he had been doing just that. He fell backyards after trying in vain to get up, leaving him to crawl away slowly. Seeing as how his luck had been horrible for the last few days, maybe now it would finally favor him and permit him to survive Kokoa's wrath. "Fat chance of that happening."

A wave of dread washed over the poor unfortunate ex-human as Kokoa got to her feet and released the full extent of her monster energy, this was going to hurt. She slowly walked over to where he was desperately trying to get away, she seemed frighteningly calm on the outside but mind was overwhelmed with her anger coming back with a vengeance. She coolly grabbed his collar with one hand and slowly raised him to eye level. She brought him in closer until she could whisper into his ear. She wasted no time in telling him her thoughts. "Be glad I won't hit the same spot twice."

Tsukune had no idea what she was talking about, his other persona found that last statement hilarious for some obscure reason. And so he kept on laughing when her other hand formed into a fist. He kept on laughing when she prepared for the finishing move. In fact, he only stopped after Tsukune lost consciousness from the hit to his face, he was going to feel it when he woke up.

After making sure he had passed out and was in no condition to keep fighting, she delicately put his inert body back on the ground it was previously crawling on and began the ritual. She would have gone easier on him but that daring move could not go unpunished.

Without further incentive needed, she brought her index finger up to her mouth and slice open the tip with one of her sharp fangs. She extended her finger over the boys inert form and a few drops of blood fell unto his forehead. She uttered a few customary words in a long dead language that she didn't even understand and the drops of blood disappeared after being sucked into the boy's body, vampires may have abandoned every day use of blood magic thousands of years ago but still a few rituals remained deeply rooted in the culture. She stood there for a few seconds contemplating Tsukune's face before she left him to recover alone, he may not know what has happened but the deed has been done. All she had to do now was wait until he became a full vampire and invoke the blood that now flowed within him to emerge and show undeniable proof before her family that he has been marked. It was an underhanded trick to be sure, she loathed the extents to which she had to go to make this happen but it was the surest way to make everything progress as it should. She was doing everyone a service: her magnificent sister would be free to pursue a more suitable mate, she acquired the object of her desires and her mother would not be able to kill him. Under normal circumstances, vampires placed a lot of importance on family ties. Marking him as her mate practically guaranteed that her parents would not kill him regardless of his crimes. Had he been bound to Moka, only Akasha would have been forced to keep his well-being in mind, all bets would have been off when it came to Gyokuro. To be honest, there was little chance that Gyokuro would start following protocol now but it is always better to have all the odds in your favor. Being step-sisters in a vampire family was a complicated matter to be sure. However, it seemed it worked in Kokoa's favor this time around. She is every bit the schemer her mother is, she just never had a chance to put her inherited skills to use, until now that is.

When Tsukune awoke to a massive headache two hours later, he had no idea of what had just transpired. Chalking up the recent events to it simply being due to vampire temper and their need to blow off steam, he dusted himself off and went on with his original plan. Reaper continued to bug him the whole way to the Headmaster's building and it made the walk just that much harder and longer with the added pain of a powerful migraine.

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He entered the large school building and slowly headed up to the upper levels, it would've been asking for too much for them to put in an elevator. The building was just as empty as the library, the only difference was the sight of a black crow that kept following Tsukune since he arrived. The bird kept staring at him with two large red orbs that served as eyes for the creature. A bizarre variant of the species, it most probably belonged to the Headmaster's assistant. How did Tsukune know? He didn't, she just looked like a crow person or so what he assumed would be a crow person, he only saw her a handful of times so he couldn't really judge to well.

The two beings crossed the darkened corridors on the highest floor of the building. The occasional dark and ominous chill crossed him but he paid it no heed. Had it been possible to scare him with a little cold omen, he never would've made it out of the Snow Village. "Which ironically is now a smoking crater in the ground. Ain't Karma a bitch?"

He finally came before the headmaster's office, the assistant's desk was deserted and it was obvious a conversation was being held inside the room. In a bid to wait for the conversation to end instead of rudely interrupting, he turned back to where his aviary companion had been standing, only to notice he had vanished. There was no evidence that the bird had ever been there in the first place, that was kind of unsettling. "And having me amuse myself inside your noggin isn't?"

He was going to patiently wait in the hallway but his curiosity got the better of him, it certainly didn't help that he didn't have anything to distract himself with. After mentally justifying this act to himself as just making sure that the Headmaster wasn't hiding anything about his condition from him, he quietly leaned against the sturdy door and pushed his ear against in an effort to better hear what was being said.

He could hear a feminine voice talking, at least he knew now where the assistant had gone. From what he could tell, she was alone with her boss and currently giving a report of sorts. Now came time to try and catch what they were talking about.

"What is the extent of the damage?" The Headmaster sounded frankly worried, the usual hint of mischief in his voice had vacated.

"As far as we can tell, 52 casualties and 109 monsters in critical condition, the rest have either sustained light injuries or are unaccounted for." There was no mistaking the sadness and distress she felt at what apparently was a terrible tragedy. The question was, how and why did this happen?

"How did this get past the local security."

"Five suicide bombers entered the crowd at Monokome Arcade and detonated simultaneously. There was no killer intent and the bombs were purely hand-built and operated with a remote cellphone trigger, there was no hint of magic in the fabrication so it couldn't be traced before the explosion." Bitterness came as she described the attack and he could understand why. Monokome Arcade was a peaceful place where monsters and the occasional enlightened human would shop together, he and Moka even had plans to shop there during the next break.

"Anything else?" You could tell that the Headmaster didn't really want to know anymore but he nonetheless needed to know the whole story.

"Fairy Tale has officially extended an offer to help rebuild the Arcade and has issued a request to assure security for the area from now on." Of course they did, they never would miss an opportunity to improve their public image. But wait, if they were offering to rebuild, that meant they weren't the ones behind the attack? Perhaps they secretly carried it out so that they could show up as the saviors of all monster-kind when the people were at their weakest.

"And you are certain they were the ones behind it." There was no indication of a question in that last sentence, rather a cold examination of the situation.

"There is no doubt about it, sir. Our own private investigation has confirmed what Fairy Tale has announced, it was indeed the Human Liberation Force who committed the terrorist act."

Tsukune felt dizzy after hearing that last part of the conversation. He stumbled away from the doors as the full meaning of those words washed over him along with a myriad of sensations ranging from dread to remorse and every other negative emotion known to man following suit.

This couldn't be happening. This wasn't happening. It was a dream, it had to be. Maybe he was still inside his own personal hell. Maybe he misheard. This couldn't be. Their mission was to protect Humanity, not destroy Monster-kind. This made no sense. Why?

He bumped against the wall on his way back and simply allowed himself to sink to the ground. He grasped his head with both hands as tears flooded him. More deaths, more blood, all of it was on his hands. He tried so hard to do something right, to do something good. Yet all that he was capable of doing was messing up and killing people even when it wasn't intended. As a true standing to his legacy, the legacy of Reaper, his own organization had been twisted into killing innocents.

He continued to think over all the death he had caused, all the civilians caught in the cross-fire, all dead because of him. Why? All he wanted was to be with Moka. Was that a crime? "It may have not been a crime in and of itself." The hated alter-ego began as a smirk etched itself on his cruel face. "However you committed atrocities, all in the name of Justice and Love. There must have been a peaceful solution but instead you gave in to your hatred, to your greed. All you saw was the quick and easy path and look what that got you: me. I suppose I should be thankful that you did, or I would never have existed."

With every word that was being said, the young man's despair and anguish went up just a bit higher. The child's suffering was unbearable to him. All that did was provoke a bout of wild laughter on behalf of the other persona as he neared Tsukune's face in order to emphasize the last bit of his demotivating speech. "That's right, all I've done is your very own fault. Did you think you could just ignore it and continue on with school, Moka and a normal life? We both know the truth, you don't deserve to be happy. And now, your past deeds and sins come back to haunt you. Go ahead and ask the Exorcist to banish me, you'll still be tormenting yourself even if poor old me isn't around. Good luck living with yourself now."

He allowed a few seconds to pass before he delivered the finishing blow to the agonizing teen. "And here goes the punchline: you'll never be able to right your wrongs."

No! Something finally snapped inside of him. He may have done horrible things in the past but redemption existed. If it didn't, he would've never have gotten out of that hellhole. It could be argued that coming back here was only an attempt to prolong his suffering but a part of him deep down refused to believe it. He got to see Moka again, there was hope. And all this he heard about becoming a vampire, it would finally give him the chance to live happily ever after with her. Not only that but he would be able to live long enough to make this world a better place for both races. However, for that to happen, he needed to fix all that had gone wrong. He needed to destroy what he had created. He needed to halt the HLF's crusade against the monster world. After they fell, Fairy Tale would be stopped soon after that.

With new found determination that wiped away his self-loathing, he raced back to his dorm room and prepared his bags, he was going to solve this problem right now and be done with it. He would have eternity to skulk about the evils he had committed. Now was the time for action.

Reaper was eerily silent and looked quite displeased with what was going on, it seemed he planned on having his speech destroy the last bits of Tsukune's resolve and happiness, not strengthen it. He didn't try and talk, he merely observed his lighter half proceed. As usual, Tsukune paid him no heed as he went to prepare for his journey to Lilith's Mountain. What was he planning on doing? He would try and talk with them. If that failed, which it most probably would, he would fight. How? He didn't have the foggiest idea but he was certain an opportunity would present itself in due time. He couldn't have come this far just to end up dead by his own creation.

As for Moka, she didn't need to be informed. He brought this evil out upon the world and he needed to be the one to fix what he had done. This was his burden to carry alone. She would be angry when he got back that he left without explaining why beforehand but he would gladly atone for that as well, it would be proof that he actually made it through the ordeal.

As Tsukune raced back to his room, the Headmaster's office went quiet. Nothing dared to make a sound until Ruby finally broke the deafening silence.

"Did he hear us?" She asked her employer with a hint of fear that he may still have been listening at the door.

The Chairman merely sank back into his chair as his enigmatic smile came back. "He did, and he has begun preparations just as I had hoped." Ruby stared at her master as he went on to think about what had just transpired. Manipulating the boy's emotions may have been an underhanded trick, especially with that little courage spell he placed on him but it was for a good cause. This was the only way the boy could properly heal his mental trauma and be capable to move on to becoming the bridge between the two worlds. Besides, if he didn't manipulate the boy a little, he might lose his touch.

He chuckled at his last thought and dismissed Ruby, but not before asking her to let the next appointment know they could speak. The poor man had been waiting for a while now with incredible patience and it was bordering on disrespectful to have someone of his standing being forced to wait for so long. This meeting was definitely going to be a blast from the past.

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Tsukune turned back and looked at the school building now shrinking in the distance. It was an abrupt way to go but he felt like this was the right thing to do. Slightly out of character for himself but he would think about that later. For now, the overwhelming urge to fix what he had done was pushing him ever forward to leave for the Mountain. He fondly looked back one more time and silently mouthed a goodbye to Moka before setting off towards the tunnel. If he was lucky, he would be done in just a few days.

The Chairman looked out of his window and stared at the boy's diminishing form, he would go on to do great things. For now, he had to fulfill his part and remove any unnecessary obstacles in the teen's way. One such obstacle just walked into the room. It was a middle aged man dressed just as the Exorcist was dressed minus the glowing eyes.

The headmaster rose from his seat, bowed and urged the newcomer to take a seat. Both men sat and they proceeded directly to business.

"What do you think of the boy?" This was a loaded question if the Chairman had ever asked one.

The man allowed a few minutes to pass before answering, seemingly pondering his response. "From what I've read in the archives, he reminds me a lot of another young man full of convictions and a desire to forge a lasting peace."

The Exorcist smirked at the implied resemblance between the boy and said young man. "500 years ago and the Order still hasn't forgotten. I was young and idealistic then."

"As well as human." The last comment elicited a bout of roaring laughter on behalf of the Chairman.

"Is that so? I can hardly remember what that must have felt like."

The man observed the scheming Dark Lord before answering in a quite harsher tone. "You really shouldn't lie to me, it isn't proper. Considering what you once were." A quick look around showed that the Exorcist and fierce leader of Yokai Academy still was quite attached to his past, his wardrobe was testament enough to that. And he dared say he barely remembered.

"I didn't lie. I merely expressed I could hardly remember what being human was like, not that I had forgotten what I had done as such. I was merely playing on words."

The mysterious man nodded and went back to topic. "We approve of your project and as always you have the Order's full support on the matter."

The Exorcist withheld a chuckle as he focused on the as always part, look who was playing around with the truth now. There was one time where he and the Order hadn't seen eye to eye and that was precisely why he no longer was human. He had bridged one of the gaps by helping the Order to change it's opinion on monsters. Coincidentally, that was how he met Akasha. But now wasn't the time to dwell on old memories.

"That is good to hear." The Headmaster's tone changed from mocking to respectful in an instant. "I apologize for taking time out of your already busy schedule. I know how crucial of a time a change of leadership is. Speaking of which, please send my regards to the new leader and tell him that as always I am at the Order's disposal."

The mysterious man rose to his feet and nodded once more. " I will be sure to inform His Holiness Pope Francis the First of your sentiments. Good day, Mikogami. May the Lord watch over you."

"You as well. Good day, Archbishop." And with that, the archbishop of the Roman Catholic Church promptly left Yokai Academy and a pondering Headmaster. He wasn't exactly thrilled about being the liaison between the Church and monsters but they were originally humans after all even if they no longer remembered it. And as such, they had a duty to try and save their souls.