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 147

Mizore had to resist the urge to growl. Her Friday had gone so well in the end, but Saturday had started out on a sour note. Tsukune had finally confessed his love to her on Friday, which made her happy. He had even taken the time to talk with her about his complex relationships with Kurumu and both of the Mokas. Tsukune had wanted to be honest and open with Mizore. While he had told her that he wanted to wait before they became lovers, Tsukune had not refused to let her be close to him. They had gone to bed together Friday night, kissing and cuddling, with smiles on their faces. It was nearly perfect, until Moka had shown up.

It had been early Saturday morning when Mizore had been woken up by Tsukune getting out of bed. Mizore had started to sit up in bed when Moka had started to push her way into the bedroom. Out of reflex, Mizore concealed her presence, her aura, reducing others ability to perceive her. Tsukune had offered only token resistance to his vampire lover. Moka had pushed Tsukune onto the bed without reservation. Tsukune had given Mizore an embarrassed look, but Moka had simply ignored her as she kissed and bit at him.

Mizore had not been forced to leave the bed. She would have left if she had been asked to, but Mizore was not about to volunteer. With her presence masked as it was, she simple moved over to give the lovers room. It had been an experience for the snow maiden. She got to watch Tsukune give his attention to Moka. Her eyes drank in every detail of his body as his clothing was cast aside. She admired his body and wished that it had been her that had excited him and pleasured him. Mizore was jealous of Moka, and watching the couple in their passion did not lessen that one bit. It did fuel Mizore's determination. When she finally became Tsukune's lover, even if it was for one night, Mizore intended to make it a night he would never forget.

Once Moka had sated her hunger, she had cuddled up to Tsukune, practically purring. Mizore cuddled in as close as she could as well, savoring his warm and naked body. She contenting herself with a part of Tsukune when she really wanted all of him.

XXxxXX

A few hours later, after Moka had been given a chance for a nap, they started their Saturday. Mizore's morning continued to be less than satisfying as she and Moka sat down to talk woman to women. It was only a small consolation to Mizore to see that Moka was also frustrated with having to share Tsukune. Both women, or was it all three women, were aware of Tsukune's absence during their talk, because he had left to call Kurumu, which added to their irritation.

When Tsukune returned, Yukari was with him. The young witch was happy to see Moka. Together, they sat down to a late brunch at the table in the kitchen.

Mizore found herself in a strange position. Technically she was sworn to Moka. She wanted to take care of Tsukune, to do things for him. In trying to cook for Tsukune, she was cornered in to playing hostess to Moka. With Tsukune also sworn to Moka, Mizore was, in a way, closer to him in status than Moka was.

"Mizore," Tsukune said, as he stood up after eating. He started picking up empty dishes. "Thank you for everything."

"You are welcome, Tsukune," Mizore replied as she moved to join him in cleaning up.

"When we're done here," Tsukune said. "I am going to go and see my mother." He turned to face Yukari and Moka at the table, while giving Mizore a little bump. "I would like it if you would all come with me."

"Really?" Yukari perked up.

"Tsukune?" Moka questioned. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Tsukune smiled warmly. "You are all invited to dinner with my family tonight. I made some calls this morning, and even spoke to the Board Chairman. We'll take a school bus, so it will be a little more comfortable for everybody. Kurumu is going to meet us there too."

"It will almost be like a club trip," Yukari observed.

"That's right," Tsukune nodded. "Moka, Kokoa is invited also." Tsukune's smile turned sheepish. "I think she is getting bored with staying home you see, My mother is throwing a party. She's already invited my friends, Rin, Nagi, and Kota.

"A party?" Yukari brightened further.

"Tsukune..." Moka complained, giving him a scandalous look.

"Tsukune..." Mizore protested in a sigh.

Tsukune turned his attention to the dirty dishes. He washed them while listening to his three friends as they talked almost frantically about attending his mother's party. He knew full well that women liked to have plenty of warning when it came to social events. While Yukari was still young enouh to juest be happy about a party, the other two were already giving off hints of distress at the short notice. As they went off to decide how to dress and what to bring on the trip, Tsukune smiled evilly.

Xx^.^xX

Inari admitted that she was being more than a touch underhanded. She had run into Tsukune at the dorms in the morning while he was on his way to deliver an invitation to some second year girls. With nothing better to do, and always happy to spend time with Tsukune, Inari volunteered to be his escort through the girls' dorms. She walked with Tsukune, asking polite, and seemingly innocent, questions about his plans for the day. She learned that Tsukune's mother was hosting a small holiday party, and that Tsukune was inviting some of the young ladies he knew to attend. Inari was proud of her fox nature, and was more than willing to use her craftiness when she saw a good opportunity. She carefully asked Tsukune some leading questions, drawing out of him just the right answer.

"Does you mother often host parties?" Inari had asked. It had been a simple question to get things going in the right direction.

"Is it just members of the Newspaper Club that are invited?" Was another carefully chosen question. "Were you limited on who you're allowed to invite?" Followed, keeping the setup building.

"I'm sure your friends will enjoy a chance to celebrate together," Inari obseved. "It will be a nice break from school responsibilities. I should take a break too. Would that be a good idea, celebrating, do you think?"

"Yes," Tsukune answered a little absentmindedly as he checked the door numbers as he passed them. He could not remember ever visiting Yukari's room when she was in the dorms. He knew that visiting Kokoa's room had never been on his list of things to do before. He had not even known Emmy before he had moved to the village. "You've worked hard."

"Is there any special reason for the party?" Inari asked. "Any thing to be aware of?"

"I think my mother is trying to hold off some cabin fever," Tsukune answered. "While trying to get a little extra attention. Her ankle is keeping her from getting out as much as she would like."

"So I wouldn't need to bring anything special," Inari said casually. "How is everybody getting there?"

"The school bus," Tsukune explained as he knocked on Kokoa's door.

"What?" Kokoa snapped as she pulled the door open. "Oh. Tsukune. What do you want?"

"Sorry to bother you," Tsukune said politely. "But I wanted to invite you to a party. The rest of the club is invited as well, along with some others. If you're interested, the party will by with my family."

"Your family?" Kokoa questioned. "But they're human."

"That's right," Tsukune nodded. "But the holidays are a time for family, and Moka is also invited. You're her family, so I thought you might like to come along."

"What time?" Kokoa asked.

"We'll meet at the bus stop at two o'clock," Tsukune answered.

"I'll think about it," Kokoa smirked before retreating into her room.

Inari had gone only two steps form Kokoa's door before she could hear a flurry of activity from within. It sounded like the girl was diving into her closet for something to wear to the party. Her disinterest had all been an act.

"She'll be ready on time," Inari observed.

"Kokoa loves her sister," Tsukune said. "And would like to get away from the school as much as anybody else."

"I'm looking forward to it also," Inari said. "You told me I should remember to take a break when I could."

"Hmmm," Tsukune nodded, looking for his next destination.

"Does your family know about the academy?" Inari asked. She had heard enough times that Tsukune was human, or rumors that said he was raised as human or by humans, that it didn't surprise her. She just had a hard time picturing her strong, powerful captain as a fragile human.

"No," Tsukune said. "And I would like to keep it that way."

"I promise I won't say anything," Inari said with a small smile. "What kind of things does you mother like?"

"Television dramas," Tsukune answered. He talked about his mother's fascination with her dramas as he walked. He included information about his mother's circle of friends that she discussed her shows with. Tsukune even admitted that the whole party was likely inspired by his mother's love for her dramas, and what she had probably seen recently.

"You don't like dramas?" Inari asked, aware of the tones in Tsukune's voice as he talked.

"Ahhhhh," Tsukune gimaced as he tried to find a polite way to express his feelings about his mother's hobby. "Well... to be honest... I never had an interest drama programs before getting into high school. And now that I am almost done, they seem even more... I don't know... Pointless, I guess I would say."

It wasn't hard at all for Inari to understand Tsukune's point of view. He was a young man, surrounded by attractive women. Watching his face when he was around the members of his inner circle made his feelings clear. Likewise, the women closest to him always had love in their eyes when they looked in his direction. Inari was also aware of her own feelings for her captain. Yes, Inari thought. For Tsukune, a drama program would be about as interesting as a watching a television show about sitting in a classroom and reading a text book.

Tsukune reached his last destination on the girls' dorm. Inari readied herself to take control of the situation. Tsukune knocked on Emmy's door. Inari reached out and hugged Tsukune's arm between her breasts as she heard the door handle start to turn.

"I'll get ready for the party," Inari said. "See you at the bus." She then let go of Tsukune's arm as the door in front of him opened. "See you later," Inari said as she hurried off.

XxXxXxX

Ruby applied all of her skill to the task at hand. Kasumi was hosting a holiday party, and it was up to Ruby to get everything ready in time. For the week that she had been in the Aono house, Ruby had been carefully dosing Kasumi with medicine to help speed her healing. Tsukune's mother, with cast and crutches, helped Ruby with the cooking, but there was still plenty of work for the witch to do. Ruby did not mind the work at all. Kasumi depended on her, but at the same time praised her, making her feel wanted and appreciated. It made Ruby feel loved.

Being included with the Aono family for the holiday party was special for Ruby. It was because she was included, because she would be a part of Tsukune's family, and be able to show him through her hard work how important being included was to her, that Ruby applied all of her ability to make the party a success. Ruby worked hard to get everything ready, while watching the time.

XxxXxxX

The party was scheduled to start in the late afternoon. The first wave of guests were two women that were regular visitors of the Aono household. Eriko and Fuji arrived, with their recruited helpers, with some additional offerings for the party. Nagi was dressed in nice, but casual clothes, and felt out of place surrounded by so many females. Hana, very stubbornly, had dressed in dark blue slacks and a sky blue blouse, and had applied only a thin layer of makeup. She felt almost as out of place as Nagi. A little after the others came Sato Mai and Ochi Karen, with their sons, Kota and Rin. The boys quickly banded together, along with Hana, to seek comfort from the gathering of mothers. It was about that time when Mr Aono found an excuse to slip out of the house. As much as he loved and adored his wife, he had learned early that there were times when it was best to get in a little trouble for running away to hide, instead of being in a lot of trouble because he tried to be nice or helpful and ended up in the way.

Ruby was given a chance to slip up stairs to clean up while Kasumi directed the boys, and Hana, with the last minute details. Ruby quickly washed herself before putting on her new kimono. It was something that she had made, as much for her own pleasure as to distract and interact with Kasumi. The kimono was in basic black with red trimming and sash. There was just enough embroidery in red and gold, that could be ether flowers or fireworks, to make the kimono festive instead of somber. Ruby pulled her hair back into a loose bun and applied just the right amount of makeup to finish her look. When she was pleased with her appearance, she went back down stairs.

The mothers were dressed for a casual party. They wore skirts and blouses that would have fit in at a nice restaurant or maybe a holiday office party. When Ruby appeared in her kimono, the women all focused on her. When Kasumi told the others that Ruby had made the kimono, the women were suitably impressed. They managed to question her choices of colors and patterns, but still complemented Ruby on her appearance. Fuji shot her daughter a disapproving look, but didn't say anything critical to Hana at the moment.

Next to arrive was Kurumu. The young succubus arrived by taxi. While using Norra would have saved her money, and been quicker, Kurumu wasn't worried about that. From her mother, and her own job, she had money to spare for the taxi. Kurumu had wanted to make a good impression, and showing up dressed for riding would not have been a good idea. Kurumu arrived with a large purse and a shopping bag full of gifts, both of which she had Ruby put away for later. Before knocking on the door, the young succubus had double checked her appearance. Her makeup was light, accenting her looks carefully. As a part of wanting to make a good impression, Kurumu had opted for a kimono in royal blue with a dark blue shash, with plum blossom embroidery.

Kurumu was soon under examination by the mothers. Amid many compliments, she was questioned about her school and family. Kurumu knew how to be sociable, and gave the women polite if often vague answers. It was Karen that actually recognized her from the television first.

"Oh my goodness," Karen gasped, putting a hand to her mouth. "You're The Sweetheart Cook."

That revelation lit a fire of excitement. Karen confirmed her deduction with Fuji and Mai before getting a response from Kurumu. What followed was a conversation about the dishes she had prepared during her short broadcasts, and about cooking in general. One of the reasons her title of The Sweetheart Cook had stuck, was because, in accordance with the script she loosely followed, she often mentioned cooking for a sweetheart, or even 'her' sweetheart.

"You know," Fuji said. "I always wondered what sweetheart you are talking about."

"Oh that's easy," Kasumi gave a happy laugh. "She's talking about my Tsukune."

The other mothers wanted to protest, on the principle that shy and humble Tsukune could never have an up and coming idol like The Sweetheart Cook interested in him. But Kurumu had smiled and blushed while nodding to what Kasumi had said. Only Mai managed a weak expression of doubt.

"You can't be serious," Mai said with knitted brows.

"I am serious," Kurumu said. Her smile shrank a little, as her face reflected a firm resolve. "When it comes to my feelings for Tsukune, I am always serious."

Kasumi saw the way her friends reacted to Kurumu's statement. The young woman was obviously, deeply in love. Thinking about the guest list for the party, Kasumi had a dark sparkle in her eyes.

XxX

Tsukune called home as soon as he had a good cell signal. He wanted to let his mother that he was on his way with the other guests for her party. He also wanted to give her an accurate head count. In addition to the Newspaper Club, Emmy, and Kiyo, Inari was also coming to the party. Tsukune had been puzzled by the way Inari had acted that morning, and what she said had also confused him. It had all come together in his brain when he saw Inari waiting with Emmy at the bus stop. Tsukune realized that his subordinate had managed to get him to accept her self invitation to the party.

Tsukune had recognized trouble when he saw it. Next to Emmy, who had on her forest green kimono with lilies, Inari stood in a kimono of white with green embroidered stalks of rice. The bottom third of her kimono was almost solid green. The stalks thinned out with white starting to appear around her thighs. The shoulders and sleeves were pure white. A red sash held the kimono closed. Seeing Inari all dressed up with a bag in her hands, Tsukune knew he had a choice of accepting the punishment that came from not paying better attention when someone had been talking to him, or of being insensitive and even rude to her, and in front of his closest friends. With a sigh, he decided it would probably hurt less in the long run to just take his lumps.

Of course Moka and Mizore had nt been expecting to see Inari dressed up and waiting to go with them. Aware of the potential for trouble, Tsukune faced it with the same careful handling he had seen his father use. He smiled politely and pretended to be interested in something else, as Moka and Mizore closed in on Inari for a polite conversation.

Tsukune took the opportunity to exchange pleasantries with Kiyo, Kokoa, Yukari and Emmy. The young serpent woman was dressed in a russet brown, flared sleeved, velvet dress, with gold embroidery at the neck, cuffs, and the knee length hem. She was carrying something long in a black silk bag that was tied closed with a golden cord. As Emmy was also holding a gift her her boyfriend, Tsukune didn't think anything of it. Kokoa had chosen to wear a ruffled black skirt with a white blouse and a black shoulder wrap. Yukari had on a body hugging green dress that looked like it was made out of hand knitted lace that was quite see-through, over a deep red satin under layer. The look made her appear tall and slender, and accented her modest curves. Dressed in a basic black blazer and trousers with a white shirt, without a tie, Tsukune considered the women he would be traveling with, and wondered if he was under dressed.