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 46

Tsukune stood ready to face the trial before him. As he stood just within his own front door, he reviewed his preparations in his mind. He had on a carefully cleaned and pressed uniform, and had his servant prepare two replacements. One replacement uniform was secured in his office of the Student Police headquarters, while the other one would be with Ruby who would bring it to him if summoned. Remembering what had happened with curry and other cooking class experiments, Tsukune was grateful for the small package of stomach medicine (chocolate flavored) that his servant had prepared. Tsukune had taken care to eat a high protein breakfast, and just in case he ended up empty handed like had had every other year he had some snack bars in the bottom of his book bag. He took a deep, calming breath and blew it out.

"I can do this," Tsukune said to himself, reaching for the door.

Xxx

Moka was nervous. She was torn between knocking on Tsukune's door to give him his chocolate before anything could happen, and waiting until she could find a romantic setting in which to make her offering. This was a big step for her. Moka had never given chocolates to anybody before. She rechecked her appearance one more time. Moka refused to let how nervous she felt show. Today she would take a step forward in her relationship with Tsukune. She picked up her school bag with her present for Tsukune carefully placed inside. It was time to take that step.

When Moka stepped outside she knew that hesitation on her part had been wrong. Right away she saw her housemate, Kiyo, hurrying towards the school. Behind her, standing in the street, was Tsukune. He had a look of discomfort on his face and a small package in his hand. It was an omen, Moka knew at once. It was a sign of how the day was going to go. Suppressing a frown, Moka started towards Tsukune.

Moka had only taken two steps before Tsukune turned to face her. She watched his face in that moment very carefully. She always feared that some day he would resent what she had done to him, what being with her meant. If he ever rejected her, Moka felt that she would die. In that moment when Tsukune saw her, Moka watched all the cares melt away from his face and a happy light shine in his eyes, and suddenly the day felt a little warmer and the world just a little bit better.

Tsukune suddenly remembered the small present he was holding in his hand. He shoved it into his pocket with an apologetic smile.

"Moka," Tsukune said. "Ahh... She said it was for the poster. I..."

"Good morning, Tsukune," Moka smiled sweetly.

"Good morning, Moka," Tsukue said in a happy tone. "Did you sleep well?"

"Tsu-ku-neee..." The polite morning conversation was interrupted by Kurumu's shout. The succubus hurried over to Tsukune. "Good morning." She stopped short of throwing herself on him, instead she just gave him a warm hug.

"Good morning, Kurumu," Tsukune said.

"Good morning," Moka said in a flat voice, irritated at the mood breaker.

"Good morning, Tsukune," Mizore said, appearing at his side without warning.

"Good morning, Mizor..." Tsukune had started to say. "Mizore, what happened to your hands?" There was a note of alarm in his voice. I saw that there were small cuts and angry burns on the snow maiden's white fingers.

Mizore blushed as Tsukune reached for her free hand. Tsukune had noticed something trivial about her, and was concerned. It was Mizore's best Valentines day ever. However, she did not want Tsukune's attention on how much trouble she could have in the kitchen when learning something new. She quickly pulled her hand free of Tsukune's and reached into her school bag.

"I made this for you," Mizore said, still blushing, unable to look Tsukune in the face while she held out a simple white box.

"Thank you," Tsukune said as he accepted the box. He quickly slung his school bag over his shoulder to free his other hand. Carefully, Tsukune opened the box. In side the box was a piece of chocolate that was about seven centimeters across, that had been shaped like a snow flake. Not sure what to do next, he looked first at Mizore, then to Moka for any hints.

Moka gave Tsukune directions by small gestures. Following her guidence, Tsukune broke off a piece of the snow flake and popped it into his mouth. Not an expert on chocolate, Tsukune can only tell that it was not burnt, strangely seasoned, or in some way immediately harmful to him.

"It's good," Tsukune said simply after swallowing the sample.

Mizore visibly relaxed. Then she looked up, finally meeting Tsukune's eyes, and smiled. It was a smile filled with pride and happiness. Tsukune had to admit that it was a very pretty smile.

In moments Yukari joined the others, and the Newspaper club started to school. The group of students shared polite conversation as they walked together. Tsukune let himself enjoy the normal feeling of the moment. He was with his friends and that made it a good morning. While enjoying the company of his friends, Tsukune was not oblivious. Moka had a tightness to her eyes that suggested she was frustrated with something. From the way she kept both hands on her school bag told Tsukune that something important to her was in there. Yukari had a plastic smile on her face and a gleam in her eyes as she acted sweet and uncaring. Tsukune suspected that the little witch was up to something, much like she had been at the start of the year. Kurumu, in contrast to the others, acted with confidence. Tsukune knew she was up to something because she was not pushing herself on him. He knew he would have to be on his guard today.

Tsukune knew he was in trouble when he got to his shoe locker. A double handful of small packages were waiting for him. Assorted wrapped bundles and ribbon tied boxes, all with little notes attached, sat by his uwabaki. Tsukune hesitated for only a heartbeat, but that was enough. He could feel the eyes of his friends upon him, like an itch between the shoulder blades. Very carefully, he exchanged his shoes for his uwabaki, not letting any of the small offerings fall out of the shoe locker. He left the packages between his shoes. If anybody looked, they would see that nothing had been crushed or thrown away, just left until later. Tsukune hoped that he was taking the right action.

It had been Matsumoto Akira that had given Tsukune the warning. The Student Police Lieutenant had told his captain that a lot of students felt an obligation to Tsukune for all that he had done to make the school a better place. Because of his hard work, Tsukune could expect 'giri-choco,' or 'obligation chocolate.'

"Even Sheezu," Akira had said. "She is planing to give you something, but just as a friend so don't read anything into it." The first year boy did not want his girlfriend to be counted as a part of Tsukune's harem.

Akira's warning and Ruby's own caution about eating too much chocolate had seemed to Tsukune like a lot of false expectation, until he had seen his shoe locker. The situation became more real when Tsukune reached the class room with his friends. On Tsukune's desk was a small collection of packages. Tsukune moved all the packages into an organized pile along one edge of his desk; once more not discarding them, but not taking them right away ether. Tsukune was aware of the glances he received from his friends during class. He could also feel the attention from the boys in the class, as they looked on with jealous eyes.

Tsukune had always wondered what it would be like to get chocolates on Valentines Day back before going to Highschool. In middle school, he and his friends would look on in envy at the rare boy who would get any chocolates. Tsukune decided that the holiday must be vary stressful for girls. He had several girls hurry up to him during breaks, red faced and breathing hard, to hand him a small package.

"Please accept this," Or some variation would could out of them, as a squeak, an embarrassed mumble, or once as a shout, before they would hurry off as soon as he took the package from their hands. Some girls were content to just hand him their offerings, but a few were so nervous that they pushed their packages against his chest so he had the choice of accepting it or wearing it.

Tsukune was not the only one receiving attention. He noticed that his friends, with some embarrassment, were also receiving offerings from girls. He knew his friends had fan clubs, mostly among boys and first year girls. He could understand why it was embarrassing for his companions to have girls handing them chocolates. The one person least effected by the whole thing was Yukari.

By lunch time Tsukune had an impressive collection of chocolates. He produced several large handkerchiefs from the bottom of his school bag and used them to make bundles that were easy to carry.

"Tsukune?" Kurumu asked in a dangerously sweet voice. "Why are you carrying so many handkerchiefs?" She knew he had a lot of them, from the few times she had been able to visit his old dorm room to do his house keeping. She had embroidered them herself. His popularity with girls, and the cliché of an offered handkerchief at a time of need leading to a romance, suddenly made Kurumu wonder if Tsukune wasn't more of a player then he let on.

"You know that sometimes I get into... I have accedents," Tsukune answered as he tied up a bundle of 'giri-choco.' "I realized that handkerchiefs folded at the bottom of my school bag were less obvious then a first aid kit and work almost as good."

"Oh," Kurumu accepted his answer.

"Aono Senpai..."

Someone called out as Tsukune and his friends sat down at their normal table for lunch. Tsukune looked around to see who had called him. He spotted them quickly. He recognized the young couple that had started the Love Letter club. Each of them was carrying a full plastic shopping bag.

"Aono Sempai," The boy said. "We have a delivery for you." He looked more then a little worn out as he placed the bag on the table.

"Thank you," Tsukune said, hoping he sounded friendly. "How are you doing?"

"Busy," The boy sighed.

"Senpai," The girl said shyly after she set her burden down on the table. She moved to stand next to the boy, taking his hand in hers. From her pocket she pulled out a small box the size of Tsukune's hand. "We wanted to say thank you." She offered Tsukune the box.

"Thank you," Tsukune accepted the gift. "Keep up the hard work."

The young couple departed, leaving Tsukune and his friends to settle down for lunch. Tsukune tried to follow his normal routine as much as possible. He sat at the table and prepared to set out the obento that Ruby had made for him. Right on cue one of his friends set a lunch boxes next to him. Moka was on his right, Mizore was on his left today. Kurumu sat across the Table from Tsukune, a place she favored if she could not be beside him. Yukari took a place between Moka and Kurumu. The offered bento boxes held good, nutritious food, which Tsukune was hungry for. When he was a small child he would have made his lunch out of all the chocolates he could get his hands on, but he knew better now. Also, he had far more chocolates then he could eat already.

Kurumu has happy to share her cooking with Tsukune. Like the others, she had learned to make small lunches for him so that he could eat with them without ether over stuffing himself, or feel bad about wasting the food they had prepared for him. Today she had used steamed vegetables and slices of fresh fruit. Mizore, a carnivore by nature, cooked meet dishes for Tsukune, so Kurumu didn't bother with that most of the time. Moka's lunches were all very nutritious, favoring things with lots of iron and protein.

As the group shared lunch, Kurumu was glad to see that Tsukune was ignoring his bundles of chocolate. She even more glad to see that Tsukune was simply enjoying himself, and not paying a lot of attention to how he was being guarded at the moment. She and the others were all keeping their guards up to discourage any number of Tuskune's admirers from approaching at the moment. Kurumu knew she needed to seize the moment. She reached in to her school bag for her present to Tsukune.

"Tsukune," Kurumu said. She pulled a silver box out of her school bag and slid it across the table to him when she saw that she had his attention. "I made these special, just for you." Her heart was pounding and she could feel her face becoming warm. "Please accept them."

Tsukune turned his attention to Kurumu when she had spoken his name. He saw the serious expression on her face and knew that what was to follow would be important to her. He saw the small box of folded silver card stock that she pushed across the table. Tsukune took a moment to study the situation. His friend was offering him chocolate on Valentines Day. She had said it was made special just for him, so he knew it was not obligation chocolate. This was the second time he was being offered real valentines chocolate. Additionally, he noticed that Kurumu was sitting properly, with a light blush to her cheeks, and not leaning across the table, revealing her cleavage, like she normally did. Tsukune noticed that at that moment Kurumu looked very small and nervous.

Kurumu felt her stomach tie into a knot. Tsukune was looking at her with deep, unreadable eyes. His handsome face was so serious. Her heart fluttered. When had his cute face become handsome? He didn't move for three long seconds, and each one felt like her breath was being squeezed from her lungs. Finally he moved. He set his chopsticks down carefully.

Tsukune reached for Kurumu's present with both hands. Without picking it up, he opened the box. In side were three small mounds of chocolate in a nest of pink tissue paper. Very deliberately, Tsukune picked one up and popped it into his mouth without examining it or pausing in any way. He bit into the chocolate-cherry liqueur.

"Mmmmm," Tsukune managed as he chewed the candy. When he was done with the first piece he picked up the box, closed it carefully, then put it into his pocket. "Thank you, Kurumu," Tsukune said with a warm smile.

Kurumu felt the warmth of his smile, nearly melting with relief that he had accepted her feelings, and gave him a smile of her own.

Moka watched the exchange between Tsukune and Kurumu. It made her feel good to see her friend so happy as she was at that moment. It also made Moka upset at the same time. Mizore had taken the initiative in the morning, and now Kurumu had found the right moment during lunch. Moka would have to wait for her moment. The waiting irritated her, and she scolded herself for having hesitated again. All of those feelings were nearly washed away by the jealousy she felt at the moment. Tsukune was hers! But all these others were having no problem giving him chocolate. As lunch was ending Moka resolved to find her moment with Tsukune. Her moment, with her Tsukune!

Tsukune felt embarrassed at the end of the school day. There had been even more offerings on his desk when he returned from lunch. He had a collection of chocolates that would last him months. He had two bags and three bundles of chocolates, and that was not counting the chocolate from his important friends that he had carefully placed in his school bag. Even feeling awkward about his good fortune, Tsukune also felt a measure of Pride. He didn't want it going to his head, but it felt good that so many girls thought enough about him to give him something. It was too bad that his old friends back home would never believe him. A trio of boys in Tsukune's class, with envious eyes, had asked Tsukune if he was going to share his good fortune. As soon as he heard their words he could feel the eyes of every girl in the class on him and the room went silent.

"I don't think I should," Tsukune said. "That would be mean to the girls that wanted to share something with me."

The boys glowered and the girls in class quickly started whispering to each other. Tsukune was sure he had done the right thing, but had somehow said the wrong thing. One of the boys flexed his muscles and started to reach for one of Tsukune's bundles. The atmosphere in the room shifted in a heartbeat. An aura of killing intent was suddenly present. The girls in the class looked on at the boy with the extended hand with dark stares. Tsukune growled, a low rumble coming from deep in his chest. The trio of boys suddenly excused themselves to the restroom.

When Tsukune went to collect his shoes at the end of the day he had some difficulty. His shoe locker was filled with offerings, some of them not small. Tsukune was forced to make a fourth bundle, and stuff some into his pockets, just so he could safely get his shoes. He had no idea what he should do with so much chocolate. He was almost to the school gates when the issue of chocolates became unimportant.

Tsukune was walking with his friends when he heard a whistle sounding.

"Wait..." Tsukune said. He stopped short and cocked his head to listen. The whistle sounded again. "Hold these," He passed his bags and bundles to his friends, even as he turned in place, listening for another blast. When it came, he knew where to go.

"I'll see you later," Tsukune said. He hurried towards the student dorms.

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When Tsukune reached the dorms he discovered a brawl in progress. Surprisingly, Gin was caught up in the middle of it. He was in his werewolf form, with his uniform ripped and dirtied, defending himself and his camera. With him, also holding a camera was a boy who's name Tsukune couldn't remember, but had harassed Kurumu during her first term at school. It was a strange fight to see.

One of the primary combatants looked like a historical housewife that had made armor out of an old kimono and bamboo mats. Tsukune guessed that she was some kind of house spirit. She was fighting with a girl that looked like she was made out of rope and fishing nets. The two of them appeared to be struggling against each other to reach the two camera holding males, while at the same time trying to keep the boys from escaping. Tsukune knew Gin was a much more capable fighter, but he was hindered by his desire to protect his camera. Two other females were also trying to reach the cameras, but they were frequently forced aside by the other combatants. It was a chaotic brawl.

Tsukune figured that he had success breaking up the last fight with the Thousand Horse Stomp, and planned to try it again. Unfortunately for him, he was standing too close to the action while he tried to gather his youki. One of the females had launched herself at Gin, only to be caught in mid air by a bundle of netting that redirected her towards Tsukune. Tsukune saw an angry neko in a school uniform flying towards him. He tried to step aside, but the girl reached towards him. Her claws caught the shoulder of his uniform blazer, penetrating clear through to his skin. She used her hold to catch herself from hitting the ground, finding herself awkwardly clinging to Tsukune for a moment.

Green cats eyes peered into Tsukune's face for a second, and then another. Suddenly the girl realized who she was clinging to and was desperate to get away. In an embarrassed panic, the catgirl clawed frantically at Tsukune to find the leverage to launch herself away from him.

"Aahhhh!" Tsukune gave a yell of pain and surprise as his uniform, and some of his skin, was torn by frantic claws.

He reached up and grabbed the catgirl by the scruff of her neck and pulled her free of his torso. The girl gave a startled yowl as Tsukune tossed her lightly to one side. He had already started to gather his youki, and the pain of the girl's claws had help bring his energy up.

Tsukune reconsidered his plan for breaking up the fight. If he created a distraction he knew that Gin, and likely the other photographer would escape. With his youki running hot, he decided on a more direct course of action. Tsukune used Flash Step in an explosion of speed and youki. Shouldering his way through the brawl, Tsukune grabbed the cameras. He grabbed Gin's first, snatching it as he ran past the werewolf.

Tsukune slid to a stop ten feet from the place where the brawlers were left off balance by his rush. A quick check of the camera told Tsukune that Gin had already removed any film it may have held. The werewolf was eager to get his camera back and was rushing towards Tsukune with teeth bared. Tsukune tossed the camera into the air, confident that Gin would catch it. As the werewolf concentrated on the airborn camera, Tsukune rushed for the second camera. Two people were knocked to the ground by Tuskune's dash through the brawlers. This time he saw that he had captured a camera with a roll of exposed film. The slug boy, nowhere near as fast as Gin, gave a pained cry as Tsukune held the camera safely out of reach of the fight.

Suddenly all eyes were on Tsukune. Four girls of the Student Police quickly rushed in to subdue the distraught photographer. Tsukune realized that the catgirl that had clawed him up was one of them. Another was the fox girl he had seen before.

"What's going on here?" Tsukune demanded.

He was answered by conflicting and arguing voices.

"Enough!" Tsukune barked. He looked directly at the slug boy. "What did you take pictures of?"

"I didn't..." He started to protest, but cut himself off when Tsukune hit the button to rewind the film. "I... uhh..."

Tsukune opened the camera.

"Well..." The boy said. "The girls..." He swallowed hard as Tsukune pulled out the roll of film.

"It was for Valentines Day," The house spirit said. "I wanted to give..." Her voice faded as she realized how embarrassing it would be to explain what she intended to do.

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Gin couldn't believe his luck. He had been caught up in a fight because some girls had heard a camera shutter, but for once he was not the guilty party. Then Tsukune had shown up with the Student Police to break up the fight, only to become another victim of the chaos. Now that the fight was over and the Student Police captain had taken charge, Gin was free to take pictures. That fox girl, with the red highlights in her rust colored fur, was bare chested. Her fur covered a very human-like chest, and even in her transformed state she had a cute face. The neko with the sharp claws had managed to keep her uniform on, but that made her all the more 'moe.' These were good subjects for Gin's pictures. But it was Tsukune that was the true opportunity this time. After he had tossed the camera back to its owner, the Student Police captain had exposed the roll of film he had confiscated. Tsukune had accidentally struck the perfect pose. His feet were shoulder width apart while his hands were chest high and a meter apart, holding the ends of the strip of film. He had destroyed whatever pictures that had been captured, but that was unimportant to Gin. He could doctor the photos he was taking, replacing the wasted film with something else. The important part was Tsukune in his perfect pose and his torn uniform.

This was art. Gin may like to collect pictures of girls, what healthy guy didn't? But he was a photographer because he had a passion for the medium, for the art form. Tsukune stood in his heroic pose looking like a character from an action movie. His shirt was ruined shreds and his jacket was a loss as well. Both hung from his shoulders, leaving his bare chest and abdomen exposed. The healing claw marks on his skin were just angry red lines at the moment, but they had left enough blood on his clothes to be impressive. Additionally, Tsukune's right pant leg had been clawed apart as well. Standing in his perfect pose, his right thigh and calf were exposed, showing off hard muscles with long red cuts that were scabbed over already.

Tsukune only held his hero pose for a moment. He started to gather the ruined film up in loops while Gin continued to snap pictures. He tossed the film to the house spirit girl. Then Tsukune turned his attention to the werewolf.

"Gin?" Tsukune held out a hand expectantly, his face firm.

Gin took another picture, hearing his camera starting to rewind the roll automatically. It took him a moment before he realized what Tsukune wanted. The werewolf actually didn't have any pictures related to what had started the fight, but he knew nobody would believe him. He did have some exposed rolls of random panty shots in his pocket. He looked at Tsukune and considered the situation. With a theatrical sigh he reached into his pocket. He took an exposed roll out and held it up as if it pained him to surrender it.

"Here," He sighed again. He tossed the sacrificial roll of film lightly to the fox girl. "Give it to your captain."

Everybody's attention was on the sacrificed roll for a critical moment. Using his inhuman speed and dexterity, Gin quickly reloaded his camera with a fresh roll of film. Creating art required being being prepared and being quick to seize opportunities. He readied his camera.

The fox girl caught the tossed roll of film. She carried the roll over to the captain who was taller then her. Tsukune accepted the roll of film from her hand, not noticing how the girl looked at him with respect, and some admiration. He examined the roll for a moment before breaking open the canister. The ribbon of film died as it was exposed to the light between Tsukune's outstretched hands. And through it all, Gins snapped pictures.

The werewolf's instincts told him that he would do no better, and that it was time to go. Gin left the scene of the chaos before anything else could happen to him. He headed for his darkroom. Gin could feel himself drooling. He had art to create. He was already planing his layouts. Maybe he could get his girlfriend to model for some pictures so he could edit her in. Her ability to bleed at will combined with her smooth white skin made her the perfect model for Gin. Yes, Gin thought, this would be the masterpiece he wanted before he graduated.

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Tsukune was glad to get on a fresh uniform. He had gone to the Student Police headquarters to change after the brawl, and to write out a report. The whole incident had been a collection of bad ideas. One girl had wanted something special, and a little naughty, to give to her boyfriend. The second girl wanted to tease the first girl. The two shutter bugs had been caught up in the argument, then the Student Police had tried to stop the commotion, but had escalated the problem instead. Tsukune had managed to settle the problem, but it bothered him that Gin looked so happy about how things had ended.

Tsukune was reminded of is other problem when he got to his office. On his desk was a collection of Valentines day offerings. With a sigh, Tsukune just swept them off the desk and into a drawer. He would deal with them later. He changed into his spare uniform and wrote out his report quickly. He wanted to get the day over with. He was on his way out of the building when Sheezu caught up to him.

"Captain Aono," Sheezu called out.

Tsukune suppressed a shudder and tried to look relaxed as he turned back to his lieutenant.

"Senpai," Sheezu said softly as she came close. "I just wanted to say thank you." She held up a modest basket. "For everything you have done for me. You didn't have to, but you protected me from myself and gave a chance to do the right thing. Domo arigato Aono Tsukune Senpai." Sheezu spoke very formally as he offered Tsukune the basket, bowing her head low.

"You are welcome," Tsukune accepted the basket and made a small bow of his head. "I am glad things have worked out so well for you. Keep up the good work."

"Yes sir," Sheezu said with a smile.

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Tsukune felt a little better as he headed back to the village. Valentines Day was almost over. When he was younger he had complained to his friends that Valentines Day was a big waste of time. That had been the bitter words of someone left without chocolate. Now, Tsukune felt that the the whole thing was just blown out of proportion, and he just wanted to put it behind him before anything else could go wrong.

"There you are..."

Tsukune was surprised just outside of the village. With his destination in site through the twilight, he had let himself relax a little. Then a flare of youki followed by words of his discovery caught his undivided attention. He turned towards the voice. For a moment he thought he was seeing the unsealed Moka. In the twilight, under the thin tree cover, Moka stood, her face matched the steady determination of her radiating youki. Seeing her made the unseen weights on Tsukune's shoulder dissolve and he could not help smiling.

"Moka," He said in a happy voice.

…...

Moka was frustrated. Her special moment with Tsukune had been put off all day. Just when she thought she might be able to plan something with him in their private code, he had been called away by his Student Police duties. It just wasn't fair. It was not Tsukune's fault, but she found herself blaming him anyway.

To make maters worse, Inner Moka was being bothered by the situation as well. Moka was upset, which could reach her inner self, and she was thinking about Tsukune at the same time. Not wholly aware of the situation, Inner Moka only knew that something was wrong with Tsukune.

'What's wrong?' Inner Moka demanded, only to be buried in a detailed explanation of the day's frustration.

"...And now I don't know where he is," Moka finished

'That fool,' Inner Moka growled. 'And you are even worse.'

"Why? What did I do?"

'Nothing. That is what you did,' Inner Moka explained. 'You did nothing and now you are pouting because you got what you deserve for doing nothing.'

"But... but..."

'But nothing.' Inner Moka struggled with her desire to slap, or better yet strangle her outer self. 'If you want something, take it."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

'You are so hopeless,' Inner Moka thundered. 'You complain that the day is almost over, you stupid girl. When the day is over the night begins. We are a Vampire! We walk in the night. We hunt in the night. We. Rule. The. Night!'

New strength and determination suddenly filled Moka. She took up her present for Tsukune and headed for the door. The setting sun was of no importance to her as she stepped out side. She wanted to find her moment with Tsukune, so first she had to hunt him down.

She was on her way to the Student Police headquarters when she sensed his approach. Her desire to have him, to have her moment with him ran deep. She saw him coming closer.

"There you are," Moka said. Even as she said the words, she heard Inner Moka's voice echoing them in her mind.

She watched as Tsukune turned towards her. He had been so stiff, but suddenly his body relaxed and his frown melted away. He smiled warmly at her and Moka felt her heart flutter.

"Moka," She heard his voice calling her name. She smiled, feeling happy just to hear the way he spoke her name. She started towards him.

It was in the space of two heartbeats that Moka was filled with sensations. She was still more then two meters from Tsukune, but she was suddenly very aware of him. His youki was turbulent and she could smell his blood sharply. He had been injured in a fight, she knew at once. But he was standing in front of her, smiling, so she knew that he had won.

The feel of his youki and the smell of his blood was strong. Inner Moka growled with hunger and desire. Moka knew she had found her moment.

"Tsukune," Moka spoke his name. "I want you to have this." She offered him the box she had been carrying all day. "Please accept..." Her voice faltered as Tsukune accepted the box, his hand touching hers.

"Thank you, Moka," Tsukune smiled again. "You made today perfect." He opened the box to see what she had given him. "It's beautiful," he said.

Tsukune pulled the tie pin from the box. He slipped the box into his pocket before fixing the pin in place. He made sure his tie was strait.

"It matches your rosario," Tsukune observed. "It's like I belong to you."

"You do belong to me," Moka said in a throaty voice. She reached out with both hands and grabbed the lapels of his jacket. She kissed him fiercely.

Being close to Tsukune was almost too much for Moka. The sent of his blood filled her head. The feel of his youki made her body tingle. She kissed him with all the passion she could feel but didn't have the words to express

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Yukari was as angry as a scalded cat. All of her careful Valentines day plans had been for nothing. The little witch paced back and forth in her bedroom, pulling at her hair, cursing her bad luck. It was the that damn Student Police whistle that had ruined all of her plans. Someone had blown that thrice damned whistle and pulled Tsukune's attention, and presence away from the group. Just before he had gone off chasing trouble, Tsukune had given his belongings to his friends to take care of. Yukari knew Tsukune was too honest and open to have done it to keep his friends from following him into danger, but he had been counting on them so they were stuck, left behind while he ran off.

Yukari had been quick to deliver her share of Tsukune's chocolates to Ruby's hands. Once free of the burden, Yukari had hurried to her room to scry out a way to salvage her plans. When she had finally been able to use her scrying bowl to find Tsukune, and figure out where he was, he had already met up with Moka. It was clear that Yukari would never be able to get to them in time to carry out her plans.

Yukari had been frustrated when she realized that events had turned the day against her. She had stomped through the house trying to think of a way to salvage some part of her plan. It had helped that her house mate had been quiet and supportive. Kuna even shared a plate of chocolate cookies with the angry witch.

The cookies were good, with the rich chocolate flavor soothing her nerves. Yukari remembered starting to relax a little, even sharing a smile with Kuna. Somewhere in the evening the little witch had lost track of what happened. When she woke up the next morning to her alarm clock Yukari felt like she had forgotten something important.

'I must have been very upset,' Yukari reasoned. 'Nothing went right yesterday, and I was so upset I went a little crazy thinking about what should have happened.' Yukari's self explanation was flawed, she was smart enough to know, but it was the only reason she could think of at the moment for why she woke up in her bed without any clothes on.