Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Rosario Vampire. I am merely twisting the creators vision into my own dream. If the supernatural, sexuality, or violence is offensive to you, then you should not read this.

Chapter 11

Moka was enjoying a slow morning. She had kept herself busy all Saturday, late into the night, to keep from doing something rash out of worry of Tsukune. As a result she had accomplished everything she needed to do, leaving Sunday free. She was laying in bed trying to decide of she should make her own breakfast, or to go to the school cafeteria, when somebody knocked on her door.

"Just a minute," She called out. She quickly got out of bed, sticking her feet into her fuzzy slippers and straitening her pajamas. She crossed the room and opened the door. "Yes?"

Moka was surprised by the presence of Mizore. The snow maiden was dressed in an old blouse that looked slept in, a pair of baggy shorts, and old sneakers. She looked like she had slept poorly from the lines under her eyes.

"We need to talk," Mizore said around her sucker.

"Come in," Moka invited her, holding the door open. "I was about to have breakfast."

"Thank you."

The pair shared a simple breakfast of egg on toast with cups of tea. They ate in silence, taking much longer to finish the meal then ether would have normally. Moka was cleaning up when Mizore spoke again.

"It's about Tsukune," She said.

Moka froze. Her back was to her friend and she was afraid to turn around just then. She felt her muscles tighten and a cold feeling clawed at her heart. Her breakfast suddenly felt like a rock in her stomach.

"W-what about Tsukune?" Moka asked.

"I love him."

"I know."

"We had a date last night."

"Yes."

"I took something from him," Mizore confessed.

Moka turned around slowly. Her rosario seal felt heavy, and hot against her skin. She looked at the snow maiden who was sitting at her table, wondering if she could still be counted as a friend.

"When we said goodnight," Mizore explained slowly. "I embraced him. I could feel him in my arms. He was so strong. So real. I wanted him." She looked up at Moka. "I took his Warmth," She stressed the word, making it into something more then just measure of temperature. "It is how Yuki Onna feed or Youki. To us it is like how you feed on blood." Mizore turned to face Moka, putting herself on her knees beside the low table where the two friends had just shared a meal.

"I went to far," She bowed her head to the floor. "I am sorry."

Moka took a moment to absorb the words of the snow maiden. She wanted to be sure she understood exactly what her classmate was saying. She looked down at Mizore.

"Did you hurt Tsukune?" Moka's voice was as hard as stone. She could hear her inner voice in her own.

"No," Mizore said without hesitation. "You know I would never hurt him," She looked up at the vampire. "But I took his Warmth without asking. When he walked me back from training, when Inner Moka told him to aid me. Tsukune offered me a part of his youki to help me recover. He gave me his Warmth then of his own choice."

Moka's eyes went wide. She could feel her inner self's reaction mirroring hers. Inner Moka had told Tsukune to help the snow maiden. At the time it had seemed a good idea. It would help build trust between the two women, and help keep Mizore strong and healthy against any emergencies. She had not realized that the action was the same as sending her Tsukune into the fangs of another vampire. Moka's mind raced as she thought through the implications of what it all meant. What alarmed her was that she cold almost feel her inner self smiling.

"You did go to far," Moka said slowly. "You need to apologize to Tsukune."

"I will," Mizore vowed. "But what about you?"

Moka reflected on her own feelings for Tsukune, and her own desires. She remembered her first meeting with him, and how after running him down with a bicycle, which she had been riding from the dorm because she had been feeling a little weak that morning, she had bitten his neck and drank his delicious blood, taking it without permission. He had forgiven her for it. He had even agreed to be her friend, and that friendship was growing into something greater. She understood how Mizore felt. It made her jealous that the snow maiden had shared that level of intimacy with Tsukune, but she knew he would forgive her, and she would not be able to face Tsukune if she did any less.

"I forgive you," Moka said at last.

The tightness and worry in Mizore's face visibly lessened. She had a hopeful expression as she slowly stood.

"Friends?" Mizore asked with her eyes shining.

"Friends," Moka agreed, feeling her own eyes tearing up.

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Tsukune had his books out and was working hard on his assignments when somebody knocked on his door. While he didn't want to fall behind in his grades he was thankful for the distraction.

"Coming," He called out. Not expecting any visitors, except the occasional dorm mate come to beg or borrow something, he was dressed only in a thin tank top and his sweat pants as he answered his door. "Yea?"

"Tsukune," Moka said. She had put on a sun dress of light yellow with pink flowers around the hem line and lace around the neck.. "Good morning."

"Moka?" Tsukune was surprised. "Mizore?" His eyes were wide. "Come in, come in," He invited. The pair entered his room, kicking their shoes off at the door. Tsukune stuck his head out in the hallway and saw no less then eight male students looking stunned and envious. "Morning," Tsukune said to them before ducking back into his room and closing the door.

"This is a surprise," Tsukune said, feeling a little off balance and embarrassed by the visit. His bed was unmade and he was barely dressed. "Make yourself at home. Ahhh… Tea?"

"Yes," Mizore answered.

"Please," Moka smiled. It didn't mater how nervous she felt, seeing Tsukune made her feel better.

The two girls knelt on the floor next to Tsukune's bed. While he busied himself with his small electric kettle the pair both looked at the rumpled sheets. They shared a conspiratory look and smiled mischievously. Yes, Moka admitted to herself, she and Mizore were too much alike and had too much in common not to be friends.

Tsukune only had two clean cup. He gave one to each of his visitors and took a half empty bottle of water for himself before joining them on the floor.

"So," Tsukune said. "What is going on?"

"Mizore has something she needs to say to you," Moka said seriously.

"Mizore?" Tsukune asked.

"I need to apologize for last night," She said. "I went too far and took advantage of you."

"What? No."

"Please," Mizore said. "It was when you were leaving…"

Mizore explained what she had done. She went on to explain the importance of sharing Warmth among the meant among her people. Mizore had explained the night before about how the Yuki onna took husbands, or at least found men to sire their children. Now she explained how sharing Warmth was different then taking it, and how it was something usually only done with close family, like parent and child, or between lovers.

For the taking of his Warmth, Tsukune forgave Mizore effortlessly. For the rest…

"It is almost the same with Vampires," Moka explained. "When you kissed… When you swore yourself to me," She blushed deeply. "When the other me sent you to help Mizore she didn't know about this part of her nature. When a Vampire offers someone in their service to another Vampire it has special meanings."

"How do you feel about this, Moka?" Tsukune asked.

"I don't want to share you," Moka pouted. "Not even with my other self. And I know that makes me sound selfish. But I understand how Mizore feels," She faced her friend. "I'm just not sure what…"

"There is one more person we need to talk to," Tsukune said gently.

"I understand," Moka said. She offered her chest to him.

Tsukune removed the cross from Moka's seal, releasing her inner self. In an instant green eyes turned red and the awakened Moka took a moment to brush back her now silver hair. She looked at Tsukune and smiled.

"Good morning Tsukune," She said. "You just can't stay out of trouble can you."

"Good morning, Moka," He gave her a weak smile.

"And as for you," Inner Moka turned her eyes on Mizore. "You already knew Tsukune is mine, and you took something from him. That is the same as taking it from me."

"I'm sorry," Mizore bowed.

"Raise you head," Moka sighed. "I don't want your apologies. I want you to recognize your debt."

"Tsukune," She turned back to him. "You swore yourself to me. Do you still hold to that pledge?"

"Yes," He said without hesitation.

Moka raised an eyebrow. At the same time she pulled up the hem of her dress, exposing her thighs. She waited for a moment for Tsukune to catch on. He moved a little closer, the bent forward to kiss her thigh lightly.

"Good," She said before turning back to Mizore. "Tsukune is mine," She said. "His blood, his body, his youki, his life; it is all mine. I told him to help you, once. I let you share what is mine, once. I did that because I want you to be my ally. Now you have a debt to me. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Mizore said solemnly.

"Good." She looked back at Tsukune. "Do you understand how your youki, your Warmth as she calls it can make her stronger?"

"Yes," Tsukune nodded.

"And you understand that we all need to be strong because of the enemies we face?"

"Yes."

Moka shifted herself so her back was to Tsukune. She looked over her shoulder at him and smiled.

"Will you share yourself with me now?" She asked.

"Yes," Tsukune said. "I will." He moves so he was close behind her, his knees apart so that she was between them. He summoned his youki into his left forearm as he gently hugged Moka from behind and rested he chin upon her left shoulder,

Moka drew Tsukune's warm arm up to her mouth with her left arm. She held her right hand on top of Tsukune's right hand. She bit into his flesh and accepted his blood and his energy. She felt her desire for him grow as she felt his strength flow through her body. This close to him, here in his room, his sent and his blood made her feel intoxicated.

Moka enjoyed her feeding, but kept it short. She was already rested and strong, this time she was making her position and power of Tsukune clear. She wasn't sure herself when she had stopped feeding and had started kissing his arm, but it didn't mater. She gave a small sigh as she moved his arm away from lips. She continued to hold his right arm firmly around her waist. With her left hand around his left wrist she held out his hand towards Mizore.

"Put your youki into this hand, Tsukune," Moka instructed.

"Alright," He nodded once.

Moka felt his power and had to resist her urge to take it, and him. She at the snow maiden

"Mizore," Moka said in a measured tone. "Will you pledge yourself to be my ally in battle and my vassal? I know what you want from Tsukune, and it will only be possible if we can be strong enough to survive. Pledge to me and together we will be stronger."

"What do you want me to do?" Mizore asked, her eyes sharp as she considered the situation.

"I want you to my ally in battle, and my vassal. Accept Tsukune's Warmth now if you will swear yourself to me, and I will allow him to share his Warmth with you as often as I feed upon him, and when you have true need of it."

Tsukune felt a mile sense of alarm at Moka's words. He would feel bad if Mizore or the other Moka was hurt by such an arrangement. But he saw the tactical value of what Inner Moka proposed. He could also feel her heartbeat and her grip on his right hand. She was serious about what she was offering, but it was not easy for her.

Mizore could feel the Warmth from Tsukune and Moka both. She wanted that kind of closeness with him. There was really no choice for her. Inner Moka was offering to share Tsukune at an intimate level. If she didn't accept then she would have to fight the vampire if she ever wanted to be truly close to the one she loved. If she accepted, she could have Tsukune's warmth, and if they survived their battles, then she might be able to have what she most desired from Tsukune.

"I accept," Mizore said with tears in her eyes. She bowed low. "I pledge myself your ally and vassal, Moka-Sama."

"I accept your pledge," Moka said. "And accept you into my service. Come close and accept this gift as bond between us all."

Mizore raised up and moved in close to the couple. She took Tsukune's hand in both of hers and folded it to her chest. She looked into his eyes and he smiled affectionately as she felt his Warmth flow over her, and into her. Even Moka was smiling.

The held that pose for a minute, then Inner Moka pulled Tsukune's hand back gently. Mizore let go with a sigh heavy with longing and a note of regret. Moka understood the feelings well. She suppressed her own sigh as she released Tsukune.

"Mizore," Inner Moka said. "I forgive you for what you took from Tsukune."

"Thank you, Moka-Sama."

"Enough with the formalities. You should have my other self school you in our ways. But that is for later. For now, I am sure you have things to finish before school tomorrow."

"Yes Moka," Mizore gave a quick bow, recognizing the dismissal. "I'll see you tomorrow Tsukune."

"I'll see you tomorrow," Tsukune agreed.

Once Mizore was gone Moka stood. She turned to Tsukune and drew him up to his feet.

"I am pleased with you," Moka said. "You have shown me that I can trust you, and you have brought be an ally." She collected her cross from him. "I will now give you a reward. Ask my other self what it means now that I have accepted you into my household." She quickly clipped the cross into place as a blush started to color her cheeks.

"Moka?" Tsukune started to ask, but didn't get to finish. Instead he embraced the pink haired Moka as she came bake to alertness.

Tsukune watched Moka's face as she collected herself. Her expression changed, show much emotion as she held an internal dialog.

"Oooo," Moka grumbled, looking angry.

"Moka?" Tsukune asked.

"Tsukune," Moka pouted. "Which me do you like more?"

"I like Moka," Tsukune said. "All of Moka."

"Tsukune!"

"What do you want me to say?" Tsukune protested. "It's like asking be if I like your right side or your left side better. All of you is beautiful."

"Hmmmm," She growled and pouted at the same time.

"Ahhh," He sighed, holding Moka closer. He concentrated on his youki once more. "Go ahead."

"Capuchu…"

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Tsukune went to bed feeling mentally wrung out, and a pint low. Once Moka was feeling a little better she explained what Inner Moka had been talking about. Because Vampires could live for a very long time, frequently isolated to protect the secret of their nature, they had traditions about how they should conduct their lives. The strongest tradition, and the most basic, was survival of the fittest. Each vampire was expected to be strong and capable. Proving that strength was restricted when it came to actual physical fighting, again in the name of preservation of individuals and the race as a whole. Instead, each vampire collected the icons of power.

The symbols of power were fairly basic. Money was the easiest to collect, and as a status symbol worth the least. If a vampire was going to survive a long time then simple long term investments could make them rich. Moka explained that there were vampires still collecting on their investments in electricity. Likewise having lovers or concubines meant little, because they could be bought by a vampire's money, or seduced by his or hers powers and beauty. An absolute 'must have' icon was a household. This meant that a vampire had to have people he or she trusted as closely as family. In many instances the members of the household would even assume their master's name, whole or in part, to signify the closeness. Because Tsukune was the only member of Akashiya Moka's household he held the closest position to her any mortal could, short of actual marriage. However Moka blushed and evaded when Tsukune asked how close he really was to her.

Another strong Icon that vampires wanted was a Court. This was a group of retainers that were not a part of the household, but were still loyal to the vampire and could represent political power or other assets. By accepting Mizore as a vassal, Moka now had a Court. In normal, human word terms, as Tsukune understood it, Moka was now the equivalent of having started her own company, albeit a very small one, with a branch office. Even in on the surface that sounded pretty good. When you took into account that she was still a High School student it started to sound impressive.