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 214

"I'm home," Tsukune called out as he entered his apartment.

"Good morning, Master," Ruby welcomed him as she hurried from the kitchen. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good," Tsukune said as he dropped his bags and kicked off his shoes. "I'm looking forwards to a good bath though."

"The water is ready," Ruby informed him. "And after that, Moka has invited you over for lunch."

"Thank you," Tsukune gave her a smile and a nod and started for his bedroom.

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"I'm coming..." Moka sang out as she went to answer a knock at her door. Of the two people that were even likely to visit, she was only expecting one of them, and they seemed to be right on time for an early lunch. Moka had a smile on her face as she opened the door.

"Hello, Moka," Tsukune said with a smile of his own. "I hope I'm not intruding."

"Tsukune," Moka reached out to grab his hand. "Come in. You're just in time for lunch." She pulled him in to her apartment and closed the door.

"Oh," Tsukune said. "I was afraid I might be too early."

"Oh, you're a little early for your lunch," Moka said as she pulled Tsukune into her embrace. "But just in time for mine."

"Ahhhh," Tsukune said as he put his arms around her. "Then I'm glad I didn't keep you waiting. He leaned in and kissed her lips lightly, and then he leaned closer to nibble her ear.

"Tsu~ku~neee..." Moka moaned. "I love..capachuuuu..."

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"Mmmmmmmm, this is nice," Moka said a lazy voice. She and Tsukune were cuddled together on a lounge chair on her patio. They shared a blanket as they relaxed under the stars. Silver strands of her hair floated in the night breeze.

"Yes it is," Tsukune agreed.

Under the blanket all he had on was a baggy pair of sweat pants. All Moka had on was one of his long sleeved, and thankfully long tailed, shirts. After Moka had enjoyed her 'lunch,' they had sat down together for a real lunch. After that, they had spent the afternoon together, including taking a walk around the local neighborhood holding hands. Moka had talked about her plan to get a part time job, at lest until classes at the university started. Tsukune caught her up with what had happened during his recent shift with the police. He had already told Moka about accepting Inari's oath and accepting her as a follower. Moka had expressed mixed feelings about that, and told him that she needed to keep her informed about what his lieutenant did around him.

"You should know," Moka said as she made dinner with Tsukune watching her. "I really don't care for all these other women wanting a piece of you. If I didn't come first in your attentions..."

"You will always be first in my heart," Tsukune cut in.

"You say that now..." Moka tried again.

"I love you, Moka," Tsukune said firmly. "I love you, all of you. You are my most important reason for living."

"Damnit Tsukune," Moka snapped as she turned to face him. At the time she had on a short dress that was almost hidden behind her cooking apron. Her green eyes had red highlights as she gave him a dirty look. "What are you trying to do?"

"I am reminding you," Tsukune answered with a smile. "That you are the most important, most precious, and most beautiful person in my life. There is not a single day that I don't think how lucky I am that you ran into me with your bicycle three years ago. All it took for you to look at me was a few bumps and a small scrape, and a few drops of blood. After that, you blessed me with your friendship, and from there I have found purpose for my life, love more special than anything I could have dreamed of, and more happiness than I ever thought possible."

"Tsukune," Moka growled with her eyes equal parts red and green. "We are standing in a kitchen full of sharp things." She reached over and picked up a knife. "Now is not the time to distract us, unless you want me to peel you out of your clothes." She gestured with the knife in his direction.

"Sorry," Tsukune said with a crooked grin.

Moka eyed him sternly for a moment before turning back to the food on the counter.

"By the way," Tsukune couldn't help himself. "You look really cute right now."

Dinner had almost ended up burnt. The cutting board was almost ruined from the amount of force Moka used. And all the time they sat at the table, Moka watched Tsukune with a hungry look that had nothing to do with their food.

Tsukune tried to sooth her by cleaning up the table and the kitchen after dinner. He had a small smile on his face as he worked. In spite of having servants, he was more than capable of doing the dishes and cleaning up the kitchen.

"I could have cleaned up," Moka said as she watched him finish putting clean dishes in the drying rack.

"I know," Tsukune said. "But you did the cooking, so I just wanted to do my part. Even my father helps clean up in the kitchen once in a while. Being with somebody means more than just spending time together. It means sharing responsibilities." He gave her a smile. "If I am going to be lucky enough to share my life with you, I should be willing to help out around the house too."

"Tsukune," Moka said in a low voice. "Come over here." Moka got up from the table.

"Yes?" Tsukune asked drying his hands as he approached.

"Come'er," Moka grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.

In their passion that followed, Moka's seal came off. It really didn't change anything. Tsukune was still with the woman he loved. Moka had not even noticed when it happened. By the time inner Moka realized that she was unbound, she was resting in Tsukune's arms as he nibbled at her ear. Her body had that pleasant ache that spoke of exertion that challenged endurance without going to extremes. It wasn't until some time later that Moka and Tsukune had decided to take a rest and admire the stars.

"Sometimes I wish I could just stay like this forever," Moka said as she snuggled against Tsukune under their blanket.

"We almost could," Tsukune said.

"It's that 'almost' that I find so irritating," Moka said.

They sat in silence for a while. Both of them were enjoying the moment. Both of them trying to ignore that their perfect time together was a temporary thing. Finally, as basic biology started to demand certain actions, Moka moved to get up with a sigh.

"Tsukune," Moka said as she stood. "Tomorrow you are planning to visit Mizore."

"That's right," Tsukune nodded.

"When you do, remember that she is sworn to me," Moka said without looking in Tsukune's direction. "And that, while I have not always cared to have her around, I have come to accept her, and have approved of her decision for her life."

"Alright," Tsukune said with a small frown, wondering what Moka was talking about. He got up to follow her back inside. "Why are you telling me this now?"

"Because I love you, you big fool," Moka said with a look that was almost a glare. "And I know how your feel about... All of us. I know how you would feel if you ever said anything in the heat of the moment that ever, even accidentally, hurt someone you care about."

Tsukune paused to think about what she had said. While Moka visited the water closet, he tried think of the kind of situation she had described. She was right, Tsukune had no difficulty admitting to himself, but it bothered him that she had felt the need to warn him. He was still thinking about what Moka had said when they finally fell asleep together, with her pink hair spilled over his chest and abdomen.

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"Hey Pops?" Jessie called out as he made his way to the kitchen for breakfast. "Any word yet?"

Jessie was the nickname he had chosen for himself, and the only name he would answer to. He was good looking in that almost model kind of way. He was handsome, but not so polished and groomed as to look plastic. He was aware of how good looking he was, and was careful to present exactly the image that made the most of his looks. He kept his hair at the perfect length between manageable and care free, favoring a spiky style. He had added some brown highlights to the natural black of his hair to help attract attention. He had a small, just noticeable scar under his left eye, and another on the right side of his chin. Both scars came from fighting. Jessie had been made sure those two injuries had formed scars, while making sure none of the others he had taken to the face would.

Jessie paid close attention to the rest of his appearance as well. He lifted weights three days a week and went jogging another three. He had two things he wore as a part of his personal trademark. The first was a belt that was long enough to go around his narrow waist twice. It was made of braided leather cord with a thin cable running though it for added strength. He had made it himself and learned to make good use of it as a weapon. The other thing he wore whenever he could was a blazer jacket. It came from some European company that had designed it for men who road motorcycles. The jacket looked mature and professional enough to be worn to even semi-formal events, and had high impact plastic panels that would protect a rider in a fall. Jessie had added a few extra plates, making the jacket into a kind of light armor that could protect him in a brawl.

Jessie wanted to project an image of being cool in a wild sort of way. He was a nice guy. He helped his neighbors and was the kind to lend a hand to the elderly. At the same time, he liked to hang out with his friends until late and occasionally enjoy some petty theft, property damage, and generally being a jerk. He was careful to show his good face to people in authority, and to girls he wanted to know better. He only played the rebel around his friends and peers, and girls he had already gotten to know but did not want to get really serious with.

At home he compromised. He was polite to his parents, but still complained about doing chores. His room was an organized mess. Everything was clean, but he never put things away, and complained loudly every time his mother tried to. His father was a mix of an authority figure and a friend to him, which worked out well for both of them.

"You've been telling me for over a week that it would be here soon," Jessie said.

"And it will be," Ross answered between bites of his breakfast.

Ross, the organized crime middle manager turned investigator, gave his son a smug look. He was proud of his son. Jessie had just graduated high school, and while he had no problem follow in his father's footsteps, he planned to go to college for a few years first. The young man didn't look the sort, but he was gifted with machines and had a good ear for languages. He planed to join the same organization as his father, but as a front man with a business instead of entry as level muscle. Ross knew his son even had his eyes on some old auto repair businesses in the area, with the plan to buy out one of them when he was ready.

"But how soon?" Jessie demanded.

"Do you remember the part where I said you would have to earn it?" Ross questioned his son.

"Yeah..." Jessie answered.

"Well today I have a meeting," Ross said. "Some of our front men are going to be meeting with some men with money to invest. You're coming with me."

"So I can learn more about the business?" Jessie perked up.

"No," Ross said. "Some of the others are bringing kids along because they are on break and are supposed to be doing something productive. I'm bringing you along so I can look more legit and respectable."

Jessie gave a snort of amusement.

"If you do your part," Ross ignored the outburst. "We'll go to pick up your motorcycle after the meeting."

"Really?" Jessie asked with his face looking excited.

"Yup," Ross grinned.

"Yess!" Jessie gave a shout and pumped his fist into the air.

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Kurumu pouted in frustration as she waited off stage. Her cameo scene had turned into a semi-regular thing. She was getting lined up for cameo scenes in kitchens on all kinds of shows. Today she was going to be in the serving line in a hospital cafeteria while the romantic doctor as his current girlfriend have a scene in the line waiting to be served. It was just a few minutes of screen time, but it was another small step forward for her career.

The reason Kurumu was pouting was Tsukune, naturally. She had felt him when he had returned from his job, making him much closer than the school. Close enough that Kurumu had started thinking about trying to see him after she was done shooting for the day. But just that morning, while she had been sitting in a chair getting her face painted, Tsukune had taken off again. She could feel him somewhere to the north. From the direction, and how far away he felt, Kurumu was sure that he was visiting Mizore.

It was the unfairness of it all that made Kurumu want to pout. She was having a hard time seeing the value of being mature and hard working when it was getting in the way of being able to spend time with Tsukune. Moka was still living the easy life, enjoying an extended break from school, and she was getting to spend time with Tsukune. Mizore had gone home to live with her people, where she didn't have to do anything but wait for Tsukune to some day agree to have children with her, and he was off to see her. It was completely unfair.

Kurumu, out of all of the women in love with Tsukune was the one living the most humanly normal life. She was the one working hard to have a future, like any normal human would. She was the one most able to understand Tsukune's own efforts when it came to working and sacrificing for the future. Tsukune should be trying to spend his free time with her. As Kurumu waited for her turn to be called to the set, she pouted in frustration. If she didn't love Tsukune so damn much and want him to be proud of her, she would have thrown her career over her shoulder and chased after to complain about how unfair he was being.