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, than you should not read this.

Chapter 132

Wednesday morning made Tsukune wish he had stayed in bed. The only good thing about the morning was being able to be with the rest of the Newspaper Club. They had all gotten up early to hand out their latest edition of the paper in front of the school. Before they could set up their table, Tsukune had to take a moment to get rid of another 'Aono's Academy sign. When the first students started to appear on their way to school, Tsukune knew it was going to be a long day.

The Aono's Academy badges were still popular, but somebody had been getting industrious. The newest badges were well made with layers of stiff paper that had been laminated in some way. Not only did the badges say Aono's Academy, but they also had a shield with clasped hands, in imitation of Tsukune's own medal, as if it was the new insignia of the school. Tsukune felt his muscles spasm as he resisted the urge to react to the paper badges. The school's rules were very flexible when it came to the uniforms, allowing a lot of room for decorations or customization, so Tsukune couldn't protest the paper badges as being against uniform regulations. It looked like a fight he couldn't win, so Tsukune thought it was smartest to avoid or ignore the issue all together, if he could.

As Tsukune stood behind the table passing out papers, because his friends refused to let him stand in front of the table for some reason since back in their first year together, Tsukune wondered if it was too late to go back to bed. The badges were bad enough for his nerves. The way some of the girls looked at him while picking up a copy of the paper reminded Tsukune of his first weeks at the academy, when he was sure it was only a mater of time before one of his school mates would eat him. He stole a quick look at his friends. He wouldn't want to leave them to do extra work just because he was slacking off to avoid his troubles, but he suspected that he could get them to play hooky too, if he invited them along. Suppressing a sigh, Tsukune committed himself to the work that lay ahead.

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Yukari usually had a smile on her face, but after she had received her medal from Tsukune, she was smiling a little wider. When Tsukune had arrived at her door, she had been surprised and excited, because he never seemed to visit her. When he gave her the medal and explained what it was for, she had felt happy and proud. Seeing paper imitations the next day had been a little surprising, but it had in no way darkened Yukari's mood. In fact, the young witch had been even more proud of her badge, because, as they say, imitation is the most sincere form of flattery.

At the end of the day, after all of her school work was up to date, Yukari pulled out her new journal. It was a very simple, black, cloth bound book of blank pages bound together, but of very good quality, made to last. On the cover was a triangle. At the top of the triangle was her own heart and star symbol. On the bottom right was sign for Mars with the kanji for moon inside of it, her shorthand for Tsukune. On the bottom left was the kanji for blood surrounded by the symbol for Venus, representing Moka. The journal was for Yukari's project to understand her love for Moka and Tsukune.

Yukari had started her project in the most analytical way she knew how. In red ink, she started listing every fact she knew about Moka. She then went on to add the things she had could not prove or measure, including speculations about her preferred foods. Yukari made a similar list in blue ink for Tsukune. Her own information Yukari wrote down in coded shorthand, in black ink. After that, with red for Moka, blue for Tsukune, and black for herself or her thoughts, Yukari started writing down her observations and assessments. To be thorough, she included any additional social interactions in purple. By ordering her thoughts as objectively and with as little bias as she could, Yukari quickly realized some things that she had missed before.

Yukari realized that she had been too careless in the past when it came to her friends. She had liked to think that she knew them well, but once she had everything written down, she started to see things differently. And that had only been by Monday morning. After doing her share of breaking things down from the festival Monday afternoon, In spike of Moka, Mizore, and even Kurumu telling her she deserved a break, Yukari had added an additional journal, a green one because it was on sale, to her project. Again using red and blue for the two subjects of her emotions, Yukari started writing down everything she had seen, heard, or otherwise shared with Moka and/or Tsukune. She hardly got any sleep that night. She had to update her journals after receiving her medal from Tsukune, including writing down her feelings of the occasion.

Wednesday evening, Yukari added her feelings and observations to her journals. While her black journal that was core to her project, the green one helped her see things clearly. One of the things that Yukari was sure of, after using the journals to order her thoughts and observations, and to filter our her bias, was that Tsukune had taken both Moka and Kurumu as lovers. While it was clear that there would never be a threesome with that combination, Yukari still frowned at being left out. She wished that somebody had told her that Tsukune and Moka had become lovers.

Yukari added her feelings and observations about her favorite people being lovers to the black journal. It was her observations about herself and her own feelings that made things a little clearer. Yukari admitted that she had wished to be included by Tsukune and Moka in their intimacy, or at least had been notified when their relationship had reached that level. As she pondered what she could have done with that information, like how she could have used that to torment Kurumu, Yukari came to understand why she had been left in the dark.

Yukari needed to reflect on what she knew about her friends. Tsukune was a gently and modest person. He didn't like upsetting people, or calling unnecessary attention to himself. Moka had to be careful to present a proper image for the sake of her family. If Yukari had been told that they were lovers, and she had tried to use that information to goad Kurumu, the young witch realized that she would have betrayed her friends. It was a sobering thought.

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Kokoa marched into the room used for detention Thursday afternoon with a scowl on her face. She glanced around as she entered, seeing that nothing had changed about the place, only the faces of the students that sometimes shared detention ever seemed to differ. Without hesitation, the young vampire dropped into her accustomed seat at a desk she had hoped to never see again.

"Welcome back," Said the elderly woman at the front of the room. "And you had been doing so well too. What a shame."

Kokoa didn't respond. She simply pulled out her pen and some paper to write her 'reflection paper.' She wanted to blame her misfortune on Tsukune, but knew that detention was her own fault. She had been trying hard to stay out of trouble. She had been keeping her grades up and not antagonizing anybody. She had avoided getting detention, or any punishment for that mater, for months. If she had kept her temper, she could have avoided trouble even longer, but she hadn't.

It had happened while her class was getting ready for Physical Education. The girls of her class were all changing clothes together, when Kokoa saw something unbelievable. No less then three girls in her class were wearing panties that said ((Property of Aono.)) Kokoa had exploded. By the time the teacher had arrived to discover what the noise and yelling was about, two girls were knocked out, and one was running, bottomless and screaming, down the hall.

Kokoa did not know why she had lost her temper. She had been frustrated by all the 'Aono's Academy' badges and tags that she had been seeing. As Kokoa wrote out her reflection paper, she tried to think of an acceptable reason for her actions, or at least a reasonable way to blame Tsukune.

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Moka sat down at her desk Friday evening with a sigh. Tsukune's responsibilities had taken away his free time once again. Between the Student Police, and the town police force, he was too busy for Moka to have as much time with him as she wanted. She knew she was being selfish, but it didn't stop her from missing him. The only thing to go right all week was when Tsukune had come to her Tuesday evening. He had explained his medal to her that morning. That afternoon, Tsukune told her later, he had passed out medals to several members of the Student Police. A stack of them had been delivered to the Student Police Headquarters. He had searched through them so that he could present the ones to Akira and Sheezu first, and then have them help him present the rest. When he was done with the Student Police, he had found a small number of boxed left over. Tsukune didn't need to see the names on them to know who they were for.

Tsukune had arrived at Moka's door Tuesday evening to present her medal to her. It had been fun for Moka to have Tsukune pin the medal to her jacket, while she was wearing it. He had become nervous as he carefully pinned the medal in place. They had stood together for a moment, with their matching badges, grinning happily. He was so cute that Moka just had to have him. Unfortunately, Kiyo, and her plushy cobra had been watching, so Moka had to settle for a kiss and a nibble.

XxxxxX

Ruby was in a such a good mood that she was humming to herself. Monday had been a little hard on her, having her master threaten to share himself with Chiho and/or Botan if Ruby insisted on keeping them around as maids, but even then, Ruby had been content to follow Tsukune's wishes. He had even done it properly. Tsukune had told Ruby that she was in charge of the staff, and had left it to her to find, and later dismiss the maids. Tuesday night, when Tsukune had finally come home to the manor house, he had presented a medal to her, pinning it to her blouse himself. After that, the week just got better for Ruby.

Tsukune was busy again. He had classes, school work, club activities, and the end of the Festival Committee work to take care of. His time with the Student Police was less then his time with the police force in town, but the two sets of responsibilities overlapped. Because Tsukune was busy, Ruby had more to do to help him. He had his school and police uniforms that needed to be kept clean and ready for his use. He needed her to prepare and serve meals so he could concentrate on his duties and studies. Of course if he was working hard, he needed to keep clean himself, so Ruby was always ready to help him in the bathroom.

OooOooO

Kurumu wondered where her weekend had gone. As she pulled herself out of bed Monday morning she looked back and tried to reason out how time had gone by so quickly. School work and personal care didn't seem like it should use up so much time, but somehow it did. Even her time with Tsukune had gone by in a blink. As Kurumu preformed a lazy stretch she smiled. At least it was easy to know why her time with her lover had gone by so quickly. After the group study session, which had continued through dinner, Kurumu had invited herself to spend the night with Tsukune. Once they were alone, the lovers had been to focused on each other to notice the passing of time, until they had fallen asleep in each others' embrace.

Kurumu had a smile on as she got ready for class. Tsukune may be too busy to give her all the attention she wanted, but it wasn't all bad. Tsukune was working hard for the future he wanted, and Kurumu found it inspiring. She knew what she wanted to do in the future, and she was determined to take it every bit as seriously as Tsukune. If Tsukune gave her too much attention, as happy as it would have made her, Kurumu would be too distracted to get anything done.

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Mizore went through her days caught somewhere between happiness and frustration. She was able to see Tsukune daily, and share at least some of most days with him as a friend. In the two weeks since the festival, Tsukune had been busy, but nothing like the weeks before the festival. Mizore made sure that she had an obento ready for him at lunch each day, which he accepted with a smile. Whenever she tried to steal a kiss, Tsukune had kissed her back. While Tsukune had admitted that he loved her, he had not 'confessed' to Mizore yet.

Mizore watched Tsukune working hard and tried to think of ways to help support him. Unfortunately, he was just so capable, and was surrounded by capable women. Mizore's goal through most of her life had been to become a mother and, fates permitting, a house wife. She watched Tsukune working so hard and she realized that she needed to find something she could do for him, something to offer him that would make her truly indispensable, or she would not be able to move closer to his heart. She was so close to Tsukune, but so far away that it made her heart ache.

Xx-^-xX

Yukari was starting to feel down. After just a couple of weeks on her project, she had discoverer an undeniable truth about her relationships with Moka and Tsukune. Yukari had realized that she had been her own worst enemy. She had 'fallen in love' with Moka because the older girl had been cute and smart, and that was it. She had latched on to Tsukune because he was brave and kind. The pair had been friendly to her, often sharing their time with her, but Yukari had never really taken their feelings seriously enough. At the start of their second year, Yukari had even tried to manipulate them, so that she could get what she wanted. In hind sight, Yukari had done more damage to her relationship with Tsukune and Moka, and to their relationship with each other, than the boob monster had.

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It had taken nearly three weeks, Tsukune observed, but the 'Aono's Academy' nonsense finally seemed to be fading from popularity. The school had enough strangeness and eccentricities without a movement to rename it infecting the student population. An example of the off-the-wall thinking of some of the students was the newly formed Maids Club. Chiho and Botan, obviously inspired by their short time working under Ruby, decided to start a club dedicated to the understanding and practicing of household support for hire. Tsukune suspected that the club was full of girls that hoped to be recruited the next time he had a sudden need of extra domestic help. Members of the club were easy to identify, because they all wore a maid's cap or bonnet everywhere they went. Tsukune tried to file the Maids Club away in his mind with all the other things he tried not to think about.

Of course, wanting to not think about one thing made Tsukune think about more things he didn't want to think about. Some of those things, like the monthly 'Human Day' was just a chore to get through. The secret shrine under the girls' dorm still made his skin crawl, which was one of the reasons he didn't like to think about it. Likewise, Tsukune had never asked anybody about the little red 'SSS' that some of the Student Police females had stitched onto their arm bands, in really small letters. Tsukune made sure he was aware of these and other odd things, because what he wasn't aware of could end up biting him in the backside, sometimes literally, but he didn't let himself spend time thinking about them, if he could help it.

As Tsukune made his way to class Thursday morning his mind was already running ahead to the weekend. He would be on duty with the town police most of the weekend, helping to train the other officers, in addition to pulling shifts on watch at the koban. Sitting at the desk in the koban would give Tsukune some time to work on his assignments, but he didn't want to rely in that. Tsukune regretted not having the time to date the women in his life properly, but sacrifices in the short term would let him offer them more in the long term. He looked towards his friends and smiled to himself. Knowing that what he was putting himself through would someday make them smile made it all worth while.

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Inari had a small smile on her face as she worked. The holidays were coming soon, but that wasn't why she was happy, at least, not directly. With the holidays coming, some of the Student Police members had asked for time off, so the schedules had to be adjusted. Also with classes out for the holiday, there was an increased need for patrols to help supervise the school grounds. The reason Inari was smiling is because her captain was working with her to balance out the schedule. They were sitting together on the small couch at the dorm office, with a low table in front of them covered with names and schedules.

Inari had realized the truth, after her unexpected episode during the festival. Her captain was central to her life. She had joined the Student Police because she was inspired by his strength and loyalty. She had joined the local police for the same reasons, as well as to be closer to him. She thought about him frequently, sometimes to the point of distraction. Inari had finally admitted to herself that she was in love with her captain.

Having accepted that she was in love with Tsukune did not make anything easier for Inari. She thought that she understood what it meant to be in love, and it made some things simpler. She had turned down some confessions in the past, because she just didn't feel anything for the boys that had approached her. Now she knew why the boys had been uninteresting to her. Once she accepted the fact that she was really in love with Tsukune, Inari felt some tension just flow out of her. She was in love, and she knew who she wanted to be with. Of course the problems would not go away that easily. Her captain already had his harem, and even if they would let her get close, there was no guarantee that Tsukune would ever look at her the same way as she looked at him.

Inari tried to think of ways to seduce her captain, more for her own entertainment then any real hope of success. She remembered the time her captain had caught her lounging in the dorm office for the Student Police. She had been half undressed while her fur was covering her all over. She had just been trying to get comfortable and relax when Tsukune had walked into the office. He had been calm and polite, but firm. She knew that pulling at her blouse while working beside him would not tempt her captain in taking a peek. She also believed that simply putting the moves on him in the office would only end badly.

Inari's fantasies usually involved herself and her captain working together beating up some unspecified bad-guys and then after words, after the paperwork and taking the time to de-stress together, one thing would lead to another, and they would become lovers. Her other preferred fantasy, which she suspected was even less likely to happen, was that she would be sitting together with her captain, side by side as they were at that moment going over schedules, and he would initiate a change in their relationship. She daydreamed about him putting his arm around her and pulling her closer. She would look up at him in surprise, only to be kissed suddenly. They would be caught up in the moment, or so her fantasy went, until they became lovers.

Inari felt herself becoming warm and gave a little sigh. She leaned against Tsukune, distracted by her thoughts. He was reading the schedule aloud. Inari could just barely detect that little something in his voice that she found so exciting. It had been there ever sense he had rescued his friend, the busty succubus. As she listened to his voice, she pressed her thighs together. His voice and her own fantasies were teaming up to arouse her flesh. She leaned into Tsukune a little more, unaware that she was starting to pant just a little. Inari had not realized that her captain was more aware of what she was doing then she was.

"Are you feeling alright?" Tsukune asked in his caring voice.

"Huh?" Inari was having trouble concentrating. She was feeling good.

"Do you want to lie down?" Tsukune asked, starting to shift his position on the couch to give her room.

"Mmm hmmm," Inari nodded. She would love to lie down with Tsukune. "That would be nice." She felt him start to shift over a little.

Before Tsukune could get up from the couch, Inari moved herself into position. She shifted her hips, lifted her feet and leaned over. Tsukune was quickly stuck in place by Inari's head in his lap. Tsukune could see that something wasn't right with his lieutenant. Her face was flush and she was breathing in little pants. She looked, to Tsukune's human mind, like a woman feeling the effects of a fever. He put his hand to her forehead, and while she was warm to the touch, she didn't feel as hot as he had expected. He checked the time and considered his options. There was less than half an hour to the next shift change. Tsukune decided he could let Inari rest where she was, and if she wasn't feeling better by then, he could ask whomever came in to help take care of her.

Having reached a decision he felt comfortable with, Tsukune turned his mind back to the task at hand. He had to stretch a little to reach the table. He took up the unfinished schedules before leaning back on the couch where he finished his work quietly. As he read through the schedules to double check for mistakes, he absentmindedly pet Inari's head the same way he would Ruby's.

Tsukune's calm, quiet patience paid off and Inari was able to calm down. She found his scent pleasant and his touch was relaxing. Inari was on the edge of falling asleep with her head on Tsukune's lap when the door to the office opened. Inari froze, keeping her eyes closed even as she became hyper alert of her situation.

"Ehhhh?" A girl's voice rose in surprise.

"Well don't just stand there," Tsukune said.

"I'm sorry, Captain," The girl nearly squeaked as she entered.

"Inari," Tsukune called out to her gently.

"Yes?" Inari answered.

"Are you feeling better?" Tsukune questioned.

"I am," Inari nodded, rubbing her cheek against his leg.

"That's good," Tsukune said with a small sigh. "Do you think you could sit up now?"

Inari didn't answer right away. She took a breath and blew it our, suppressing her desire to protest or pout. She opened her eyes and admitted that her moment was over. She sat up slowly, hoping her emotions weren't showing on her face. Looking for a distraction she started to reach for the papers still on the table.

"I'll take care of that," Tsukune said, also reaching for the papers. "Inari, you've been working hard, and I appreciate all that you do, but you need to take care of yourself."

"I'll be fine," Inari looked down at her lap with a small blush.

"Go and rest," Tsukune said firmly. "We have classes tomorrow, and this weekend is likely to be busy as well. I don't want you getting sick because you pushed yourself too hard." He stood up.

"But you do so much," Inari looked up, trying to argue.

"I do," Tsukune nodded. "And I will keep doing everything I must, for... everyone."

"But..." Inari protested.

"Inari," Tsukune's voice firmed. "You do not need to push yourself. You don't have the same things going on as I do. If you try to keep going on the way I do, you will only make yourself sick."

"Yes Captain," Inari looked back down.

"Good," Tsukue said. His voice softened a little. "Get some rest, Inari. I am going to be counting on you, and it would be difficult if you don't take care of yourself."

"Yes sir," Inari nodded.

Once Tsukune left, Inari took care of the on-coming patrol shift. She only had two more hours until the night watch commander came on duty for the dorms. She made sure the office was in order, trying to distract herself until she could retreat to the privacy of her dorm room. Her captain was a never ending source of frustration for her. He cared for her, and about her. He complemented her. He had even, very gently and politely, showed his dominance over her. Her moment with Tsukune had been wonderful while it lasted, but now she wanted him even more. She was so preoccupied with her thoughts about Tsukune that she didn't even consider the rumors that were going to be spread by the morning.