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 24

Tsukune felt like he was having the best Monday morning of his life. After a simple but filling breakfast Tsukune set off to class. He shared a quick, light, lingering kiss with Moka before walking with her to school, holding hands. Kurumu's energetic and forward greeting was blunted by Mizore, who suddenly hugged Tsukune from behind. Mizore's arms sprouted sharp spines of ice radiating outward, making Kurumu stop short. Tsukune did hold a hand out to her, and she accepted it with a smile. Yukari pounced on their hands, trying to break their grips, but ended laughing as she enjoyed an impromptu swing ride.

Collectively, the group arrived at school in good spirits and full of energy, which is important for a Monday. Of course it wouldn't last. Some strange rumor had been started that suggested Tsukune's popularity with girls was because of some blood relation to Musubi No Kami, the Japanese love god. He had been seen with Sheezu and Matsumoto on separate occasions, and the two were now a couple.

Tsukune's friends looked on with sympathetic eyes as he read three letters from his shoe cubby from students looking for help finding love. A fourth letter was delivered by a very flustered girl with horns poking through her hair. Tsukune recognized the girl, and blushed as he received the letter. She ran off in such a nervous state that he was afraid she would run in to a wall.

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Kurumu, Moka, Yukari, and Mizore recognized the danger that faced them and quickly turned to each other for support. If people troubled Tsukune for help with their love lives he would have less time to spend with them. There was the additional danger that while being his friendly, helpful self he would attract more admirers, and one thing they all agreed on what that Tuskune did not need a bigger harem. The answer was simple, they could not discourage the hopefuls without creating fanatics, so they would have to help Tsukune play match maker if he knew it or not.

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Tsukune felt like the youkai world was out to get him. While he had been in a stall in the boy's toilet he had heard to students talking about him. The rumor now said that he had incredible fighting power because he gained strength from the love of his followers, proving that he was related to a love kami.

Between classes a boy he didn't know ran up to him, handed him three letters, and then ran away. By the time he sat down to lunch with his friends, Tsukune had ten letters in his pocket to read. As he read through the letters, Kurumu and Moka took turns putting food in his mouth. Opening his mouth to protest just got the food shoved in faster, so he endured it.

He did feel some hope for his fellow students when he read a letter from a boy that showed that he at least knew the girl he wanted to date. Apparently he was currently trapped in the friend zone and wanted to break out of that trap. When he got to the end of the letter the boy's name looked familiar. Tsukune quickly flipped back through the stack of letters and found that name again. A shy girl was waiting for her shy friend to giver her a sign that he liked her for more then a friend.

Looking back, Tsukune would admit that his next choice of action wasn't very bright. He took the two letters, carefully put them back in the wrong envelopes and excused himself to go and return them. The girl with the horns was not hard to find. She was sitting with the same group of friends that she had been with when she had first met Tsukune. By watching her for only a moment he was able to tell which boy she had her eye on. Their conversation died off as they saw the upperclassman approach.

"Excuse me," He said, trying to smile gently. "I hope I am not interrupting anything." He handed the girl her envelope back. "What you have asked for is in here," He said to her. He handed the other envelope to her friend. "Take good care of each other," He said to the boy. Tsukune was almost back to his friends when the group of first years let out an excited yell. He looked over his shoulder to see the young couple hold each other tightly.

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Two days later Tsukune revisited the young couple carrying a bundle of letters. He called upon them and their friends to deliver them to the names written on each envelope. And so, the Youkai Academy Love Letter Club was formed. The club room they eventually occupied became known as the Romance Office where students could get help writing love letters and having them delivered. The Manga Club would later produce a doujin titled "Youkai Love Post Office," that told exaggerated stories of the success of the Love Letter Club. The manga depicted the post office as a small annex building managed by a fierce looking man with glowing eyes and his harem of beautiful women. The students that worked in the Youkai Love Post Office would do their best to help the clients' dreams come true, frequently finding happiness and love as a result.

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Tsukune knocked on Mizore's door, feeling nervous.

"Tsukune," Mizore answered the door wearing her yukata. "Welcome,' She invited him in. "Thank you for coming."

Once Tsukune was inside she closed and locked the door. She helped him out of his blazer, hanging the jacket on the back of the door. She lead him over to a cushion on the floor beside her table. Once he was seated she quickly served iced honey tea. Tsukune accepted the tea and tried to relax. He recognized a set-up when he saw one, and wondered what the yoki onna was thinking. He couldn't help but notice that Mizore's yukata showed off her slim white legs dangerously well.

"Mizore," Tsukune asked. "What is all this?"

"Kurumu was upset about the lip gloss on your shirt," Mizore said as she finished preparing dunner. "I saw it on your lips. You kissed Moka." It wasn't an accusation, just a statement of fact. "I do not intend to lose, so I cannot give up." She looked Tsukune in the eyes. "I have an agreement with Inner Moka and I intend to honor it, but I will take advantage of it."

"Errr," Tsukune fought the desire to squirm away from Mizore.

Mizore laid out dishes of food on the table. Steamed vegetable with ginger, red rice, and grilled strips of beef with a light, spicy sauce. Tsukune's mouth began to water.

"I received a letter from my mother," Mizore said as she sat down at the table.

"How is she doing?" Tsukune asked.

"She is well. She is looking forward to seeing you again at the school festival."

"Ahhh. That's nice."

"You will have dinner with us, won't you?" Mizore asked as she served Tsukune.

"I would be glad to," Tsukune said. "As long as it isn't like last time."

"I have told my mother everything that has passed between us."

"Ehhh," Tsukune felt a sense of alarm.

"She is still expecting us to marry."

"I see."

"Mother sent me the recipe for the sauce," Mizore said casually. "I hope that you like it."

Tsukune did like the sauce, and told Mizore so. The entire meal was good, and very filling.

"Tsukune," Mizore spoke up. "I know that the last time I met your mother I did not leave a good impression. Do you think she hates me?"

"No," Tsukune said. "She made it clear to me that she didn't approve how you and Kurumu behaved. Sneaking in through the window was very rude after all, but she was glad that I was making friends."

"That is good. I would like to visit your home properly some time."

"That would be nice," He said noncommittally.

After dinner Mizore cleared the dishes from the table. Once everything except the tea was cleared away Mizore set a plate with a piece of cake and a small fork in front of Tsukune. She sat down close beside him, took up the fork, speared off a piece of the cake and held it up.

"Open," She said, looking into Tsukune's eyes.

Tsukune was going to protest, but realized he would just be wasting his time. He opened his mouth and received a fork full of cake.

Miszore placed the empty fork back on the plate, folded her hands in her lap, and looked back at Tsukune.

"Ahhh," She opened her mouth to him.

Tsukune sighed as he picked up the fork to play her game. He did cheat a little by giving her bigger pieces of cake then she fed him. They finished of the cake quickly, and the last of the tea.

Mizore felt it was time for the main event of the evening. She cleared everything off of the table, the pushed the table away from Tsukune.

"Take off your shirt," Mizore instructed.

"Why?" Tsukune asked.

"I want to feel you," Mizore said as she untied her yukata with her back to him.

"Mizore…"

"Do you need help?" She turned around, holding her yukata closed with her hands.

Tsukune recognized the threat in her offer. If she decided to 'help' him with his shirt then she would be letting go of her yukata. And if her resisted her help then her yukata might come completely off. Feeling trapped he started unbuttoning his shirt and loosening his tie. Once he was bare chested Mizore moved in on him.

Mizore moved as if she intended to sit in Tsukune's lap, but that was just the start. Once she was that close she forced him to lay back on the floor and she laid on top of him. Tsukune was aware of how little of the yukata separated their chests.

"I watched Inner Moka when she had you yesterday," Mizore said with a determined look in her eyes. "I saw what she did to you." She leaned forward and kissed his cheek with her cool lips. "I'm going to do what she did."

Mizore placed her cold hands on Tsukune's shoulders and kissed the side of his neck. She was immediately rewarded by his skin becoming flush and heated.

"Mizore…" Tsukune tried to protest.

She loved it when he said her name. When it came from him it made her feel important; special. She kissed his throat.

"I am going to draw out your Warmth," Mizore declared. "I want you to desire me too." She sat up enough to open her yukata the leaned forward to press her body against Tsukune.

Her cool skin against his, Tsukune admitted, felt refreshing. But it was only for a moment. He stubbornly kept his arms down even as he became more aware of the feeling of Mizore's body.

Mizore was a determined woman. She knew that she could not stand up to Inner Moka in power or confidence, but she needed Tsukune to see her as a woman, as more then a friend. She kissed Tsukune's chest and caressed his shoulders before reaching up to his head. She rubbed her bare chest against Tsukune as she moved to kiss his neck again.

Tsukune was cursing himself for being weak, for being unworthy of Moka. He wanted to push Mizore away, but at the same time he didn't. He was breathing hard as he tried to maintain his self control. He realized that thinking about Moka just made it worse. With his heart racing he tried to think about Gin.

Mizore was feeling so happy. Tsukune's body was real and solid against hers. She could feel the heat coming off of him with her entire body. She savored the smell of him and the taste of his skin. She entangled her fingers in his hair and held on tightly as she licked and nibbled his neck and ear. She was only distantly aware of her body moving on its own. She felt Tsukune place his hands on her sides, trying feebly to push her away, but his efforts lacked conviction.

Tsukune wanted to push her away, but did not want to her. He tried to just be gentle as he stared at the ceiling, breathing hard. But he soon realized that all he was doing was just touching her sides. He firmly put his hands on the floor. The woman had admitted that she was looking for a reaction. Fine, Tsukune decided with determination. He would give her one.

He concentrated within himself and reached for his youki. It was hard to concentrate. Mizore was being very distracting when she nibbled his ear. He realized that the way her body was moving wasn't helping him any ether. With a hiss of frustration, Tsukune grabbed onto Mizore to hold her still while he reached for his youki.

Mizore could feel Tsukune's youki like a warm breeze as it stirred within him. She nibbled at his chest with more urgency as her goal came closer. Suddenly Tsukune hissed and grabbed onto her firmly, holding her close to him. His strong arms squeezed her so tightly. With a rush, his youki suddenly surrounded her. It was like being close to a fire. She opened herself up to it. She wanted to feel his energy flowing into her. Mizore sucked on his chest as if it would help bring his youki into her faster.

"Mizore…" Tsukune protested through clinched teeth when he felt her biting into his right chest.

Mizore was lost in an ecstatic moment. Her body was filled with heat and Warmth. All of her perceptions were filled by Tsukune. And then Tsukune said her name. It was too much for her to stand. Her entire body clenched as an avalanche of pleasure crashed down upon her, carrying her down into darkness.

Mizore regained her senses slowly. Her body felt heavy and tired. She was very warm too. Her head was resting against something firm and hot. There was the sound of heavy breathing. She suddenly remembered Tsukune. Mizore sat up and opened her eyes. The first thing she was Tsukune's face.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"What happened?"

"You passed out," He explained.

Mizore looked around and realize the he was telling the truth. Tsukune was no longer laying on the floor. He had moved so that he was sitting up, leaning his back against her bed, carrying her with him as he went.

"How long?"

"Just a few minutes."

"I'm sorry," She climbed to her feet. She only took a single step away before tying her yukata closed. She knelt beside Tsukune and hugged him. "Thank you," She said softly.

"Are you alright?" Tsukune asked.

"Yes."

"Mizore," Tsukune tried to keep his voice even. "Can we please slow down? Doing… Well… I like being able to talk to you, but what we just did. It's too much. I won't be comfortable with you doing this every time."

"I understand." She watched Tsukune get up and redress himself. Her eyes were drawn to the red mark she had left on his right chest. After they said goodnight, Tsukune left.

Mizore felt hollow inside. Tsukune was right. She had been taking advantage of him and it had been petty of her. Part of her was angry because she had damaged her chances of getting what she wanted the most from Tsukune, but mostly she was upset with herself for hurting him. Her room became colder as she fought back tears.

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Tuesday was uncomfortable for Tsukune. Mizore was keeping her distance again, which wasn't very remarkable for her, but he was still aware of it. He tought about telling Moka about what had happened, but considering what had happened with Ruby, he decided to let the mater along. If Mizore brought it up then he would deal with it. When the school day was over he took the time to clean himself up before visiting Kurumu. In a way her open forwardness was something he could look forward to because it was something he was familiar with.

"Come in," Tsukune heard Kurumu's voice after he knocked on her door.

"I'm home," He called as he opened the door, remembering her little role-play fantasy. He carefulyl put his shoes in line with hers after he closed the door. He stepped into her room proper to see Kurumu in a knee length dress and a frilly apron, setting the table.

"How was your day?" Kurumu hurried over to embrace him.

It was a blatantly rhetorical question, seeing as how she had been with him for most of it. However, Tsukune decided to play along. He thought about some of the things he had heard his father say.

"Ahhhh," He sighed as he hugged her back. "The clients can be so unreasonable. They agree to three weeks, but then demand it in half the time at a quarter of the cost."

"There there," Kurumu 'comforted' him. "Go have a seat. Dinner is almost ready."

Tsukune and Kurumu shared dinner and made small talk, some of it made up and some of it real. Tsukune had fun referring to his committees as his staff, and the teachers as demanding clients. Kurumu called their classmates neighbors and the referred to the dorms as the neighborhood as she talked about her day. It was a fun evening.

"Thank you, Kurumu," Tsukune said as he prepared to leave. "I had a good time tonight, and dinner was delicious."

"Really," He gave her a hug. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Kurumu watched him go with a smile on her face. She had a fun time play house with him, and he had played along well. It shouldn't be very satisfying to be playing make believe at her age, but somehow she felt like she might have made a little progress.