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

Chapter 79

When Moka woke up she felt confused. Her body was warm, and ached in a strangely pleasant way, but everything seemed off. It took her a moment to process everything her senses were telling her. She felt warm to the edge of sweating, and confined, almost crowded. The scent of Tsukune's blood was thick in the air, as she opened her eyes to a half lit room. The fog of sleep cleared from her mind and she recognized Tsukune's bedroom. Moka's thoughts move with speed after that. Moka realized that she was sleeping in Tsukune's bed, and could feel his body cuddled up against hers. She could see her clothes draped over the back of his chair, and the ache in her body confirmed what they had done.

Moka didn't know how to feel. The last thing she remembered clearly was being upset with Tsukune, and afraid. Now she was naked in bed with him. Moka had to wonder what her inner self had been thinking.

Moka turned over in bed carefully and admired Tsukune's sleeping face. She figured that if Tsukune was sleeping beside her, then he must have gotten past the stupid idea of leaving. Moka snuggled in closer to Tsukune and drifted back to sleep with a smile.

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"Tsukune?" Yukari asked when the table creaked and shimmied as she set her books on it. "What happened to your table?"

"Uh," Tsukune blushed. "I fell."

The group was getting together for their Sunday study group. Tsukune was a little nervous because his bedroom had an unmistakable aroma, and he wasn't sure if keeping the window open and the door closed would be enough. Tsukune and Moka had woken up in time, thankfully, for her to leave before the others saw her. It wasn't that they were ashamed of what they shared, it's just that they didn't want the others getting excited over something that wasn't really there business. Ruby had apologized to both Tsukune and Moka, bowing deeply, for her thoughtlessness on Saturday. Beyond that, she dressed carefully to make sure all of her marks from Tsukune were covered. Tsukune had managed to wash up and put on some fresh clothing in time to greet his first guest, Mizore. He welcomed her with a warm hug and a light kiss.

Kurumu arrived, bouncing as if she had springs in her hips and smiling brightly. It was clear that she was in a good mood. Tsukune wondered if he should be worried. Kurumu pulled Tsukune into a hug and greeted him.

"High… Tsu… Ku… Ne…" Kurumu gave him a quick peck after each syllable.

"You look happy today," Tsukune said as he continued to hold Kurumu. "Something good happen?"

"Just that I get to be with you, Tsu… ku… ne…"

"That's enough," Mizore said, sending a ice blade slicing through the air close in front of Kurumu's face.

"You…" Kurumu let go of Tsukune and turned to face Mizore.

"No fighting," Tsukune snapped, a little amazed at his own abruptness. Even more amazing was that both girls listened.

Yukari arrived a short while later with an arm load of books and notes. Tsukune gave her a hug that she was to burdened to return, and a quick peck on the forehead. The little witch appeared pleased with the attention, but frustrated and disappointed at the same time. Tsukune suppressed a smile. He had given her attention, so she couldn't be too demanding without looking spoiled, but he had done it when she was unable to cling to him. Tsukune knew he was going to have to find a way to dissuade Yukari's desires before the little witch became a real problem between him and Moka.

Moka arrived last, apologizing for keeping everybody waiting. As everybody got down to the business of studying, Tsukune felt a little awkward. He had already finished his assignments, so he had little to do. He did take the time to go over his work, but mostly he just sat with his friends and shared light conversation with them. Another reason Tsukune felt awkward was because of how aware he felt of his friends.

Tsukune was used to feeling Kurumu's presence, and her emotions. The closest way he could describe it was like having a kitten tucked in the front of his shirt. Most of the time it was just a warm, mildly distracting presence. When Tsukune paid closer attention to that awareness, it blossomed into a more in depth sense of how Kurumu was feeling and how close she was, and in which direction. Tsukune was also aware of Moka, Mizore, and Ruby, but it was different. Moka was like a heat source that he could point to with his eyes closed if, she was close enough, without even trying. Mizore and Ruby he was aware of just because he couldn't help but notice them. Ruby kept blushing and looking down, acting more subservient then usual. Mizore, on the other hand, kept look at him with clear eyes, as if trying to memorize the details of his face.

It was strange, Tsukune thought. Even though his inner youkai was calm and quiet, he was more aware of things then he had been just ten days ago. Tsukune wondered if this meant that something had physically changed about him, or if it was a new, learned attentiveness, brought on by the experiences of the last week.

It was a casual study group that day. There were no major exams looming over them, and everybody had had a chance to settle into their school life. Tsukune was caught up from all the work from the start of the year. Kurumu was keeping up without undue stress, and the others were in their respective grooves. Over all, it was a nice way to spend time.

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Tsukune walked to school with his friends, his mind focused and ready for the trials of another Monday. He didn't know why Monday had a grudge against him, but sometimes Tsukune would like to trade places with whoever it was that didn't get along with Thursday, just to take a break from the routine. His friends were in good spirits, with Kurumu so happy she was almost glowing. Mizore was more then a little cheerful, because Tsukune and paid her a visit the previous evening to share some time, and some energy with her. Moka was also smiling, and holding on to Tsukune very possessively. Seeing her two favorite people being close gave Yukari something smile about.

The day started out well, and Tsukune had some small hope that it would end well too. Kurumu separated from the group at the start of lunch, promising to catch up. Tsukune and the rest headed for their regular table, and were almost there, when a student Tsukune recognized, but couldn't remember the name of approached, carrying a bundle of envelopes tied together with red string.

"Aono senpai," The girl with a row of small horns protruding through her hair said with a small bow. "I am sorry to trouble you."

"It's no trouble," Tsukune gave her a friendly smile. "What can I do for you?"

"Senpai," The girl said. "These are for you." She presented the bundle to Tskune.

"Ahh," Tsukune took the bundle from her. "Thank you." It was a fair sized bundle, weighing close to two kilograms.

"As you know," The girl explained. "We normally deliver lover letters promptly, but most of our members are to shy to approach you." She shot a quick, nervous look at Tsukune's friends, who were watching her sharply. "If it is not too much trouble, we would be pleased if you would visit our club room when you have the time, so that we can give you your mail."

"I'll do that," Tsukune said.

The girl flashed him a wide grin, bowed, and left. Tsukune felt a little awkward, having just received so many love letters, but it was a minor annoyance as Mondays went. He turned back to his friends so they could enjoy the lunch break together, and paused as he saw their faces.

Moka was looking at Tsukune with an unhappy frown and eying the bundle of love letters. Mizore's face was unreadable, but her ice claws were twitching as if wanting to rip into something. Yukari actually looked murderous, gripping her wand as if she intended lethal violence.

"Tsukune," Moka questioned him a smooth voice. "What are you going to do with those?"

"I'm going to read them," Tsukune said. "And probably put some kind of polite response in my next advice column. I don't know." Tsukune started for their table. "Do you think I should mention how happy I am and mention how sending me these is inconsiderate to you, or should I just politely comment on how romance is nice and all, but I have other concerns and priorities in my life?"

Moka would have preferred it if Tsukune had said he was going to burn the letters. Or maybe, because he was so considerate, if he had said he would dispose of them later, that would have been fine too. When Tsukune said he intended to read them, Moka thought her heart would stop. But Tsukune's plan to put a generalized rejection in the school paper met with her approval. Moka resolved to go and visit the Love Letter Club and see if there was anything she could do to encourage them to lose track of any further letters for Tsukune.

Tsukune was casually going through the letters as he ate lunch. Yukari kept trying to take them, or to read them after Tsukune had, but he refused. At one point he even had to raise his voice. The people that had wrote him letters had taken the time to put their feelings down on paper (usually,) and Tsukune felt that he should respect those feelings enough to at least read their message and not randomly share them. Tsukune quickly had three stacks sorted out. The first was the pile he was working on, the second was the letters he had already read. The last, and thankfully smallest pile, were letters he would wait until he had more privacy before he opened them. One of the first letters that Tsukune had opened turned out to be a hand made card, with colored yarn, glitter, glue, and cut out shapes made from card stock. The thing was very distinctive, and Tsukune felt a little embarrassed to be holding it up in public. If whoever had made it was anywhere near by, he could imagine them being able to see it in his hands and ether being embarrassed, happy, or both. Tsukune quickly stuffed it back in its envelope. He would try to read it later, he decided. After that, any envelope that didn't feel like it held simple paper, flat or folded, Tsukune placed in the pile to be investigated back at his house, in private.

Tsukune was about a quarter of the way through the stack of mail when Kurumu arrived. Tsukune heard her approaching as she literally skipped along, which was, fortunately, enough warning for him to be ready for her arrival. When she was close enough, Kurumu launched herself at Tsukune, almost knocking him and his chair sideways.

"Tsukune!" Kurumu cried out as she landed on him. She somehow managed to land in his lap and put her arms around his neck. She kissed him deeply even before his chair had settled back down on all four legs.

"I'm so glad you're here," Kurumu said following the kiss, ignoring the other's protests. "I need to know, Tsukune do you have anything planed for Friday after school?"

"Um.." Tsukune thought for a moment. He had a training day planed for the Student Police on Saturday, and a half shift Thursday night, but Friday was clear. "I'm available," Tsukune said at last.

"Yay," Kurumu gave him another squeeze. "Then after school on Friday, can you go with me to an interview? Its for the dance machine promotional job."

"Alright," Tsukune said. "Right after school, we'll go to the village to get changed and then leave from there."

"Thank you, Tsukune."

Kurumu was positively beaming, while the other girls were confused. Kurumu planted another kiss on Tsukune, prompting another round of protests. Tsukune had to make a noticeable effort to dislodge Kurumu from his lap before resuming his lunch, and reading.

"Tsukune," Moka asked. "What is she talking about?"

"When Tsukune and I went on our date," Kurumu answered. "We entered a dance contest at an arcade, and we won. Well the company who makes the dance machine game that we used saw a video of our performance. It turns out that the contest was a part of a plan to find performers to do live appearances to help promote the sales of their dance machines."

"Kurumu received information from the company," Tsukune said. "So she got a campus pass and a work permit, and asked me to give her rides to the events and meetings and stuff."

"And Tsukune is my dancing partner," Kurumu added, negating his attempt to downplay his role. She turned her attention back to Tsukune. "I'll take care of everything else, so don't you worry about it, and I won't let you say no ether."

"What do you mean 'Take care of everything'?" Moka questioned.

"What would Tsukune want to say no to?" Mizore asked with accusing eyes.

"Well we will be leaving after school," Kurumu said, holding up a hand and ticking off fingers. "We will probably stop somewhere for dinner. If we get caught in the rain or anything, then we will need to get a room with a shower so we can clean up before the interview. And if that happens then we may need to have some laundry done. All of that will cost money," Kurumu looked at Mizore. "And Tsukune likes to be able to take care of himself, and doesn't like it if someone tries to do everything or pay for everything for him." She looked back at Tsukune. "You're responsible for getting us there, so I will take care of everything else. Got it?" Kurumu gave Tsukune a stubborn look.

"Yes dear," Tsukune drawled, earning him a happy giggle from Kurumu and dirty looks from the others

"Tsukune," Moka said to him. "When you get back from your trip, you 'will' tell me everything."

"Yes, Dame Moka," Tsukune said with a small smile, bowing his head. "It shall be as you wish."

Moka tried to appear stern, but Tsukune's words made her feel giddy and want to smile. The end result was an amused smirk, which was a good match for Tsukune's crooked smile.

"Tsukune," Mizore said with a calculating look. "Could you give me a ride to my village?"

"Do you have a campus pass too?" Tsukune asked.

Mizore didn't answer. She just frowned and cast a glare at Kurumu. Tsukune was aware of a very happy Kurumu writing in a notebook beside him as he finished his lunch.

After lunch, as they returned to class, Tsukune realized that he was attracting attention. The cause was easy to identify. Tsukune was carrying his pile of love letters. As Tsukune settled at his desk, one of his classmates approached him.

"Oy, Tsukune," The boy said, looking a little angry. "What are you doing flaunting your fan-mail? Not satisfied with the half dozen girls you already have or something?"

Every student in the room was now paying attention. Male and female, everybody was listening to the conversation at Tsukune's desk. The tension in the air was almost visible. The young women closest to Tsukune were ready to defend him, violently if necessary. The other girls in the room were waiting to hear what Tsukune had to say for himself, ready to judge him. The boys were tense, aware that not only was violence a real possibility, but that their future relationships with females could be on the line as well.

"I'm sorry," Tsukune said, keeping his tone polite. "I received these during lunch, and it would be cruel of me to just throw them away unread. Some of these letters took a lot of time and consideration to write. The least I could do is show the people that wrote them that I respect their feelings, and I can do that by taking the time to read their letters."

The boy in question went back to his seat with a sour expression. His imagined chance to score some points with a member of Tsukune's harem vanished. While the young women that associated closely with Tsukune had heard much the same during lunch, the other young women in the class had to take a moment or two to consider his words. While a few boys glared at Tsukune and his icons of popularity, the smarter ones showed at least outward signs of approval and acceptance of his reasoning. Before anybody could start a conversation to analyze Tsukue's words or motives, the teacher arrived and it was time to resume class.

Xxxxxx

Ruby was very quiet as she cleaned up Tsukune's bedroom. She collected his discarded clothes and laid out a fresh uniform for the morning, all without disturbing her sleeping master. At his desk, she made sure she had all the dishes collected and that nothing was in danger of being damaged or messed up because of a leaky pen or other desktop hazards. Ruby paused to inspect the stacks of love letters. Most of the letters sat in a single pile. A handful had been resealed with 'return to sender' written on them. What surprised Ruby were the letters dropped in the waste basket. Curious, Ruby took the basket and retreated to her room. Tsukune would't get mad at her for taking the trash, would he?

Ruby went through the discarded love letters in short order, and saw a common theme among them. They were all from admirers that seemed more then willing to be indiscreet. Some of the letters were very graphic. More then one girl had included sexy, or even nude, pictures. One girl had even sent a picture of herself performing a rather lewd act. Ruby made a mental note to avoid any meals using carrots for the next week at least. Ruby inspected the other offerings that had been included with the letters. Three pairs of panties had been sent to Tsukune, including a set that would only belong to someone of a very petite body, and would only interest a lolicon. Ruby took the entire collection and tied it up in a trash bag. If Tsukune didn't say anything about them by the weekend, Ruby was going to burn it all to a very fine ash.

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Tsukune felt awkward walking into the club room of the Love Letter Club towards the end of Tuesday's lunch break. No less then nine girls were sitting at the tables finishing their lunches. Three boys that Tsukune did not recognize, and one he did, were scattered among the others. One wall of the room was covered with shelves loaded with boxes. A long table that divided the room into two sections, with the furniture and club members in the larger section behind it. Tsukune walked up to the table / service counter while the club members watched him. Feeling self conscious, Tsukune pulled a small stack of envelopes from his pocket.

"Karin," The one boy Tsukune recognized called out. "Customer."

The boy Tsukune recognized was the same one that Tsukune had helped out the previous year, and who in turn had helped found the Love Letter Club. His girlfriend, the girl with the horns in her hair, had been watching Tsukune with dreamy, vacant eyes until the boy called her name. She did a little jump in her seat before getting up and approaching the service counter.

"Good day, Aono senpai," Karin said with a little bow. "How my I help you."

"Good day, Karin," Tsukune greeted her, making her blush. "If possible," Tsukune placed his stack of letters on the counter and gently pushed them towards her. "I would like to ask that you deliver these back to the person who wrote them."

"We will do our best," Karin accepted the letters.

"Thank you," Tsukune said, starting to turn for the door.

"Senpai," Karin stopped him. "As long as you are here would you like your mail?" The girl was talking so fast the words almost ran into one another.

"Alright," Tsukune nodded.

Karin gave a little hop and a skip before dashing to the back wall. She picked pulled a basket from the shelf and brought it over to the counter. Tsukune felt his stomach turn sour when he saw how many letters and small packages were in the basket.

"Ahhhh," Tsukune said. "I don't think I could carry all of those right now."

"I'm sorry," Karin said. "But you are almost never alone, and we really don't want to bother you when you are with your friends. I know it can be kind of embarrassing. I brought you that stack yesterday hoping that you could start coming to pick these up. Some of them have been here for a long time and it just doesn't seem right to not try to deliver them. Normally we just put them in your shoe locker be we have trouble finding yours for some reason. I'm really sorry about this…"

"Slow down," Tsukune cut her off as she started to turn a strange shade of purple, blushing as she ran out of oxygen. "Breath and relax. Look, I can't take all of these with me right now. I will have somebody come pick these up for me later. Is that alright?"

"Yes."

"Do you have collections like these for my friends too?" Tsukune asked.

"Yes, but not as many," Karin said.

"I'll let my friends know to come check their mail as well."

"Thank you, senpai," Karin bowed.

Tsukune retreated from the Love Letter Club as fast as decorum permitted.