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 272

Tate no Kai was appearing in the news more and more. Its hit-and-run raids were growing in number. Not only love hotels and host/hostess clubs were being targeted. Bars, maid cafès , and comic shops were being hurt as well. One strategy that was being used was a raid by a handful of Tate no Kai thugs who would rush into the target business, splash paint everywhere, throw leaflets around, and then rush away before they could get caught.

In addition to the raids, Tate no Kai was sending letters to the press. The letters were rants about the perceived immorality and injustice rotting away the strength of Japan. The letters always included a list of the latest places that had been raided, and threats that more raids were coming.

The man behind it all was unhappy that his letters were not getting as much recognition as he felt they should. He was proud of the impact that the hit-and-run raids were having. Not only were his followers fighting against corruption, but the method they were using was attracting more members. During the flashy raids some people were getting hurt, usually doormen and the like, but nobody was getting killed. Even property damage was kept modest for the time being.

Yes, the raids were a good tool. They were also a part of a larger strategy. Starting small, new members would be drawn in by the chance to do something bold, but mostly harmless. The most loyal would start to show themselves as the level of violence started to increase over time. Before long Tate no Kai would have an army caught up in the spirit of rebellion, and involved far too deeply to be able to quit. It was a perfect plan.

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There were times when Tsukune missed the old days. He missed the times back at school when a party was just him and the rest of the Newspaper Club. He looked around the club he was in and wondered why he had ever let Ageha get involved in anything.

The club was hosting a graduation party like none other. Moka who already had her first degree was already in law school, but she was still wearing a glittery graduation cap like the other 'guests of honor' at the party. Ageha had arranged the whole thing. Tsukune, Inari, and Kurumu had all just graduated, earning their bachelor's degrees. Tsukune had tried to lose his glittery cap, twice so far, but Ageha either found it or produced a spare almost instantly, and put it on his head again.

The club was hosting a private party, but it was still filled with people. Ageha, using whatever dark and secret methods she had at her disposal, had found plenty of people to invite. The youngest in attendance was Yukari, who had two caps, one on top of the other. The young witch, while technically not old enough to drink was holding a mug of beer in both hands. Tsukune didn't think she was drinking very much, but then again Yukari never needed much of an excuse to be happy and hyper. Nagi and Kota were also in attendance with caps on their heads. In Kota's case it had blinking lights attached.

Of course the significant others of the graduate were also invited to attend the party. Emmy and Kiyo were with their boyfriends. Mizore, starting to show her third pregnancy, was on Tsukune's arm more often than not. Ruby tried to play Tsukune's personal server, but was not having much luck. Ageha was enjoying herself by being the most motherly hostess ever, alternating between serving Tsukune food and drinks and teasing him mercilessly.

Looking more than a little out of place, Tsukune's parents were trying to enjoy the party as well. Kasumi, thanks to a bottle and then some of expensive champagne, was caught up in the spirit of the evening. Her husband was holding his own with the beer as Kasumi sat on his lap and flirted with him outrageously.

Of course the reason for Ageha to want to throw the party was to celebrate how proud she was. She was proud of both Tsukune and Kurumu. It was only natural that she wanted to show off her pride to those that she knew best. A dozen men and women, people who regularly worked with Ageha, mixed with the graduates and their friends. A pair of younger hostesses recognized Tsukune from an earlier encounter. They were a little disappointed that all them men at the party were either people they worked with or were successfully in a relationship, with one or more women possessively guarding them from any outside temptation.

Tsukune was glad that he could celebrate with his friends, but he still missed the old days. The loud music of the club usually meant that the men and women had to be close to each other to be heard. For the party it meant that Tsukune had to raise his voice to have a conversation. Having his parents and people he did not know well around meant Tsukune had to be careful of what was said, so he could not really relax. In spite of the discomforts, when he was sitting between Mizore and Kurumu, with Moka on his lap, he was still able to enjoy the party.

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"When was the last time you had a chance to party like this?" Ross asked as he threw his arm around Tsukune's shoulders.

The club was different. The people were different. Even the reason was different. Tsukune still thought of it as the same dance all over again. It was a little to loud for his tastes. He was in a place and a situation where he had to stay alert. This time the party was for Jessie.

Ross was throwing a bachelor party for his son. Half naked woman and alcohol were in abundance. Most of the men at the party were enjoying the situation freely, often with a drink in one hand and a woman in the other.

"Just last week actually," Tsukune answered. "But I think Jessie has a better reason to celebrate."

"That he does," Ross nodded with a grin. He gave Tsukune another slap on the back before moving off to grope one of the girls.

"Twenty years ago I would have loved a party like this," Tanaka said. He and Tsukune were standing at the bar, out of the way of most of the party goers. "You should be living it up."

"I don't really feel like drinking," Tsukune shrugged. "And I don't need any more women problems."

"As long as you don't try to take one home..." Ito began.

"During one of our investigation," Tsukune spoke up. "Someone spilled a bottle of cheep perfume on me. My fiance watched me as I undressed for a bath, to make sure I did not have any marks on me, while I told her what happened."

"My wife has done that," Ito chuckled.

"Is your wife strong enough to rip a door off its hinges?" Tsukune countered.

"What are you marrying?" Ito gave Tsukune a questioning look.

"A very strong woman with a dangerous temper," Tsukune answered. "And a very well founded sense of possessiveness."

"Well I admire your restraint," Ito said before lifting his glass for a drink.

"Thank you," Tsukune said.

Tsukune really did not know anybody at the party well. He knew Ross, Jessie, and Tanaka, but he was was really little more than professional friends with any of them. Attending the party had been more out of obligation to companions than any real closeness.

As Tsukune watched the party for a good time to call it a night, a woman approached him. She was wearing an under-bust corset, panties, stockings and a smile. He recognized her right away, and realized from the way she looked at him through sleepy eyes that she was well on her way to drunk.

"Aaaaoooo~noooo-kuuun," Jenna sang as she closed in. "Where have you been?" She gave him a pout. "I've missed you." She reached up to put her arms around his neck.

"I thought Ross was your favorite," Tsukune said, remembering the way the woman hung off of the gangster in the past.

"I'm his favorite," Jenna corrected. "But to me, you're special."

"You don't even have to try, do you?" Ito observed with a laugh. "What's your secret?"

"I've been told I smell good," Tsukune answered with a straight face.

Jenna took that as an invitation. She leaned in and took a good whiff of his scent. With the way she was dressed and hanging off of Tsukune, her actions were beyond flirtatious.

"Hmmmmm," Jenna purred. "You do smell good... Really good..." She licked her lips.

"Excuse me," Tsukune said to Tanaka. He leaned in to whisper in Jenna's ear. "I belong to a very jealous vampire who knows exactly where I am right now. She will kill you if you try anything."

"Uh..." Jenna's eyes cleared up suddenly. "I uh..."

"Have a good time with Ross," Tsukune offered.

"Yes, I think I will," Jenna quickly abandoned her hold on him and hurried away.

"What did you tell her?" Tanaka blinked in surprise.

"The truth," Tsukune answered with a satisfied grin. He checked the time. "And as a matter of fact, I think there is someone else I need to share some truth with. Excuse me."

Tsukune made his goodbyes after that. He felt that he had stayed late enough to meet his social obligations. He shook hands with Jessie, Ross, and Tanaka, and some men he had been introduced to but did not stand out in his mind enough to recall their names. He endured hugs from a half dozen affectionate, under dressed women. Finally he made it outside.

The early summer night was warm enough to be pleasant, without too much humidity to make it uncomfortable. It was a good night for riding, and Tsukune let Hiru run. The trip home was over quickly and Tsukune was looking forward to getting up stairs. As he pulled into the garage he let his personal energy radiate out for a brief moment.

It was sometimes scary how easy it was to simply let it flow through him. Over the years Tsukune had learned how to use his energy to empower his body, and to a limited degree, shape it. The permanent changes to his body made him much stronger than the average person. With his energy flowing thought him, his strength became super human. He had also learned to channel his personal energy out of himself to perform some limited magic.

One of the tricks Tsukune had taken pains to learn was Kurumu's trick of restoring his clothing after his transformations. While Ruby may be a little disappointed by not getting to mend as many of his shirts, Tsukune felt better about not being left half naked after every emergency. If he had learned the trick while still at Youkai Academy less of his allowances would have been spent on shirts.

Letting his energy flow through and out of him was a part of another skill Tsukune had developed. It was like a spiritual sonar. It let everything in the area that was sensitive to such things know he was there, but at the same time he could feel the location of every spiritual energy source around him. In the beginning it had started by learning to feel for the flow of energy as it moved around Mizore when she was hiding herself to follow him. From the garage, Tsukune could tell the location of every person in the building.

Tsukune was careful of how he used this active sensing skill. He borrowed from what he knew of casting Glamores when he used it, but concentrating on an idea he wanted to share. When he used it that night, he tried to project peace and confidence, so he would not distress those around him. Of course anybody who may be awake and aware spiritual energy would still know what had happened. That was actually the point of what he had done.

Tsukune took his time in going up the stairs. In spite of leaving Jessie's bachelor party early, Tsukune was not actually in a hurry. He didn't even have anyplace he needed to be the next day. He had escaped the party because it just was not the place he wanted to be, nor who he wanted to be with. As he reached the third floor of his building his night improved, because waiting in the hall in front of her own apartment was Moka, and it was with her that Tsukune wanted to be.

"Good evening," Moka said. "How are you feeling?"

"Much better," Tsukune said as he drew near. "Now that I get to see you."

"What happened?" Moka asked.

"I missed being with you," Tsukune answered. He was close enough to wrap his arms around her. Tsukune pulled Moka into a hug kissed her deeply.

x

Moka had been surprised when she had felt Tsukune's presence wash over her. She had stepped out into the hall to welcome him home and to find out if anything was wrong. What she discovered was Tsukune looking a little worn down, smelling of cheep perfume, tobacco smoke, and alcohol. The same Tsukune had pulled her into a hug and kissed her in a way that made her head spin and stirred her primal hungers.

When he broke the kiss, Moka just wanted to lean into his hug savor his presence. Tsukune on the other hand had a more energetic plan. Without warning, he scooped Moka up in his arms and carried her into her apartment. He kicked of his shoes and kicked the door closed without ever setting her down, before carrying her to the couch.

"Tsukune..." Moka protested. "What are you doing?"

"I am loving you," Tsukune said as he sat down, leaving Moka in his lap. "I am loving your smile, your voice, your wonderful, loving heart." He shifted her so that he could kiss her again.

"Tsukune..." Moka said a little weakly for lack of wind, when she was free to. "What's come over you?"

"Tonight this woman came up to me at the party and tried to get close to me," Tsukune explained. "Instead of trying to ignore her or be polite, I told her that I belonged to you. I made it very clear that if she tried to take liberties with what was yours that you would hunt her down and punish her."

"Tsukune! You didn't!" Moka was caught between amused, proud, and horrified.

"I did," Tsukune nodded. "And then I realized that I was unhappy there, and that there was no reason good enough for me to be there when I could be here, with you."

"Tsukuneee..." Moka's voice slid into a purring growl. "I've warned you about being too sweet..."

"Bite me," Tsukune cut her off.

"What?" Moka blinked in surprise.

"Bite me," Tsukune repeated. "I love you Moka. I love you and I am going to tell you that I love you whenever I want. If that makes you want my blood, then bite me. Bite me, kiss me, I don't care. Because if you are going to bite me, that means you are with me."

Moka looked at Tsukune as if he was a puzzle that she suddenly realized she had some left over pieces and couldn't tell where they belonged. There was a tightness around Tsukune's eyes, but he was still so open and honest as he held her. She could feel the tension in his hard muscles as she held him. Somewhere under her surprise and confusion little things started to click together. Tsukune was holding her close. He was telling her he loved her. He was with her, telling her how he wanted to be with her.

"I think I will," Moka said with a firm nod before leaning in. "Capuchuuuuu..."