"I don't know how much longer I can stand this," Moka said as she hectically paced the living room of the Shirayuki home.

"Moka," Mizore started to try to get her attention.

"It has been almost two weeks, shouldn't that be long enough," the vampire continued on.

"Moka, dear," Mizore's mother tried.

"Surely there wouldn't be anything more to learn in a month than two weeks can provide," the two snow women were concerned with the state of the Persian rug that the woman was pacing on, it was expensive.

Mizore tried again, "Moka, please..."

"This is her revenge for us not letting her have her way. It has to be, I don't know what else it could be. There isn't any other reason for her to unleash this torture on me," she was becoming somewhat manic.

Mizore shook her head, "I have been extremely horny before, but I don't think that I have ever gotten this bad. Have you ever gotten like that?"

"Do you really want to know? Do you really want to ask your mother about her sex life," Tsurara asked her daughter as she glanced at her sideways.

"Usually, I wouldn't, but she is wearing out the pile on a one hundred and fifty thousand yen rug. That I rather like, I should mention as well," the younger woman answered.

"No, but I thought I would try to make it sound like I had. I wish I had some of what she has, that said, you should know how good it is. Aren't my grandchildren the result of you getting a few tastes?"

"Honestly, it was too busy going somewhere else for me to get a taste of it. He is good though, and she was getting that almost daily. This has to be like drug withdrawals. Oh my gods," Mizore's eyes opened wide.

"What is it Dear, what's wrong," the sudden change in her daughter's tone and expression concerned her.

"Moka is a sex addict. She is addicted to having sex with Tsukune," the deadpan delivery was wasted on the audience she had.

"Dear, us yuki-onna are not known for being the best comedy show enthusiasts," inwardly, she was chuckling.

"I can't even get myself off, on that little bitch's orders," Moka was continuing on her tirade.

"Don't you mean witch," at this point Mizore had nothing better to do.

"If I meant that, I would have said that. If she wants a tumble, oh I will give her one she will never forget," the malice that was coming through in her words was starting to become both concerning, and entertaining.

"Moka, Dear. It isn't nice to fantasize about raping your friends, no matter how frustrated you are with them, and because of them. Why don't we go have a nice dip in one of the hot springs, wouldn't that be a lovely way to calm down," now was the time for the concerned mother figure.

"Fantasize? Oh no, I am making plans," her pinkish silver hair was starting to get whipped so fast that it was making little cracking sounds.

"Oh, maybe I shouldn't be finding this entertaining now. Moka, come on. Let's just calm down, and...," she couldn't think of anything that could distract her friend from her current situation.

"Calm down. I am very calm, except in one particular area of my body. I need some relief, but oh no, we have to make sure there isn't anything wrong, and that the scarring doesn't return. You little bitch, I am freaking Shinso, I could kill you with an eyelash, and you think I should be afraid of getting worked over by my husband," the two to the side were starting to become afraid.

Or rather, were starting to feel abject terror.


There weren't that many yokai mining companies. They existed, and usually did very well. Most were run by races of yokai that had a special affinity for working underground. They were so in tune that they knew how much explosives to use to crack veins of bedrock. Or just where to unleash a semi-enraged vampire in order to crack some new coal veins.

"Well, Sir, I guess I owe you twenty bucks. I didn't think that a vampire could do the work of three crates of dynamite. We should be hitting quota for the next three years without any problem. Just wow," the foreman told the manager of the mine as they watched dust pour out of the mouth of the mine.

"I went to school with him. He was a human at one point. He almost got burned at the stake, good times. Anyways, he married the literal school idol. He ended a possible Armageddon. When he showed up and asked if it was ok if he went down there, and punched the walls, I was not going to say no. I didn't know that he was going to be able to do this much. I don't think a cave in is going to stop him," the manager shook his head.

The foreman looked over, "Did he say why he was doing all this?"

"Uh something about his wife getting injured, no sex for a month, and he really needed to blow off some steam," was the reply.

"Damn, he really loves her. I would have found some chick in a bar to get drunk and bang. So, how long until we can go back in?"

Tsukune continued throwing haymakers at the wall like they had insulted his mother. He was dealing with a case of blueballs that would have likely killed him were he still a human. He didn't like being separated from Moka, in any way a person could imagine, which only added to the aggression he was feeling. Chunks of stone the size of his hand, some the size of his head shattered from the blows.

He stepped back for a second to breathe. Then he struck again. The walls of the mine shook, and were any of the miners in the interior of the mine, they would have thought that there was a cave in occurring. He didn't really care that he was helping the company. He cared that this was at least dealing with the most violent of the emotions that he was feeling.

In truth, it wasn't only the situation with Moka bothering him. He was actually thrilled that there was a chance that they could have another child. He had started to give up hope, had actually feared that the problem was with him some how. He did love his children, Tekeshi had made him prouder than he ever thought that he would, and Yusa and Asusa, he hated not telling them. He hated the fact, that they were going to have to see war at their age.

They should have hunted every single member of Fairy Tale down years ago. Him and Moka could have done it easily. Killed everyone of them, and made sure that this wasn't ever to take place. They didn't though, they wanted peace, as fragile as it might be. They wanted time with their friends, to have their careers, to raise their child. They didn't want to be, killers. Were their hands clean of blood? No, they had left rivers behind them to secure their lives.

He didn't want this. He didn't want to keep fighting. He wasn't even sure that he wanted to keep on as the Headmaster of Yokai Academy. He had been considering for a few years now, of leaving the position. Retiring to a life of peace, well vampire peace anyways. Spending his days with Moka, having Tekeshi come home for school holidays, maybe now bringing Utsuki with him. The idea of them one day saying they were engaged, one day that they were expecting their first grandchild.

Tsukune stopped, and then fell to his knees. He, might have a grandchild, it would be down the road, but it might happen sooner than he had thought. He may soon be expecting his own fourth child, the second with the love of his life. He should be happy, not even the lack of sex should have been over powering that fact. What was wrong with him now? Was he starting to lose the last bits of humanity that existed within him?

Tears began to stream down his face. Who was he anymore? Years ago, he could never have thought that he could have cut the throat of a child. Even one that was a threat to his family. He never thought that he would be employing a global spyring. He never could have even dreamed that he would ever be what amounted to a Warlord, how could he have?

He looked around at his surroundings. It took him a second to comprehend it, but, he had gone through over a thousand yards of solid rock. There were chunks of bedrock, and coal scattered in piles that threatened to close him off from the surface were he not who he was. He did this, not a human, not even a vampire itself. It scared him, the idea that he was losing part of himself, to whatever this was.

The voice that sounded behind, wasn't unfamiliar, but it had been a long time since he had heard it, "So, still don't have the balls to fight back against it, do you?"

"Great, now my own mind has to screw with me. What do you want," he turned to see the image of the Ghoul.

"The Hell what I want matters? I'm only here because that gray mushy lump in your skull is troubled. I would rather not exist, but no, you have to have some way to rationalize things, and yelling at me, seems to be your favorite way," the menacing edge to it's voice, at one point chilled Tsukune, but had dealt with this demon of his privately for so long, it lost that power.

"Then why don't you just see your way out of all of this," he replied.

"Don't you think I would, if I could. Right now all you are doing is sitting here in misery, digging up, maybe a few billion US in coal, and crying about how you may knock that sweet piece of ass you were moon eyes over up again. How could you possibly be crying over that? If you don't want to do it, I wouldn't mind a turn at her," the Ghoul's smile sickened him.

"Like I would ever let you touch her. You aren't even real anymore. Just a god damned bad memory," anger seeped into Tsukune's voice.

"Listen, I am always going to be a part of you. Without me, you are nothing. I was the start of your power, I am the reason you survived that one man sewing circle. I am the reason you woke up like you are. Don't forget where you came from. Don't forget what you are. You are Shinso, you are the scariest damned thing on Earth. Little Miss Sweet Tits, that hangs off of you like you are the greatest thing in existence, would she even have a reason to go on without you? So stop moping, so I can stop existing," the black skin of the monster deepened, sucking in what little light there was in the underground mine.

"What gives you the right to talk like that? You think that because I fear becoming you again, that I fear 'You'? I know who I am. I am Aono Tsukune. I am the Patriarch of the Aono Family. I am the Head of the Shuzen Clan. I am the Headmaster of Yokai Academy. I am married to Aono Moka, I am the father of Aono Tekeshi and Shirayuki Yusa and Asusa. I was born the human son of Aono Koji and Kasumi,"he roared at the figure.

It tilted it's head as it continued to look at him, "Then why am I here if you know all of this? How about you accept all of that, and stop feeling sorry for yourself, so I can screw off. I don't want to be here. I don't want to be the asshole who has to listen to you bitch and whine because you are having a god damned mental crisis. I don't want to exist. Get this through your thick skull, you are who you decide you are. Who the hell cares in the end. The sweet piece of ass, your brats, or your blood bag parents? NO, DUMBASS. It is you."


After their classes had ended, Tekeshi and Utsuki had decided to skip on their training for the day. Something had been going around, and making people more aggressive than usual. It wasn't too big of a deal, and Utsuki had said that she needed the practice resisting the urges anyways. It did leave them exhausted though. So they managed to find a nice copse of trees to hide in, and take a good nap.

Tekeshi was somewhat aware of the surroundings, not truly trusting that they were completely hidden. He could feel the weight of the smaller girl against his chest as he was sat back against a tree. He wasn't really sure how this was real, how he could have gotten this lucky in his life. That he could have found something that he thought was unique to his parents.

In his half sleep he brought an arm up around her shoulders and pulled her in closer to him. The momentary hitch in her breath that relaxed into a contented sigh, made his own breath stall for a moment. Did he deserve to be this happy? Probably not, but let someone try to mess it up. There would be little left to find afterwards. She was his. He was hers. He would destroy anything that interfered, with prejudice like no one could comprehend.

Off to one side of them, the figure of Akasha looked over her grandson, and the girl he was in love with. She was so proud, and would have loved to give Utsuki the warmest hug she could. She wasn't as content as she used to be with just being a figment to Tekeshi.

"So, I have a question. Who the Hell are you, and why do you hang around Delicious Bloodsucker so much," the question startled her, and she immediately looked up at the half naked form of Deesseedra stretched out on a larger tree limb.

The fact that she was able to see her, astonished her, "You, you can see me? You aren't just joking or anything?"

"Oh please, I don't really belong to this world either. I haven't said anything, because obviously Lovely Mistress would probably freak out, which she is better about not doing anymore, but I still don't want to tempt fate," the demon didn't even bother opening an eyes as she addressed her.

"I, either am, or was, Akasha Bloodriver. I am or was, Tekeshi's granmother," Akasha told the demon.

"Akasha. Ok, so you are dead, hence I can actually say your name. Oh for the love of, you don't know how good that feels. So, I don't really know that much, but are you a ghost," she asked Akasha, rolling off the branch and landing, somehow having changed into a very nice sundress.

"I don't think I am, but I really don't know. I just know that Tekeshi had been the only one that I knew could see and hear me."

"OH, I remember that he passed a message on from you for Glamorous Bloodsucker to cover her tits," she had forgotten momentarily who she was talking to.

Akasha took a deep breath, whether she really needed it or not, to compose herself, "Yes, I did wish for her to have a little more decorum befitting who she is. Also she may not have been completely wrong on my envy of her chest. Please though, could you be just a little more, couth."

Deesseedra shook her head, "Sorry Akasha, what you see is what you get. If I wasn't this horny and foul mouthed, I wouldn't be me. Still, how did you end up this way?"

"Me, and three others, enacted an annihilation spell that we placed upon ourselves two decades ago. I don't understand how I still exist in any manner, just one day, I was there again," she told her.

"That is so stupid that people use that word like that. You can't annihilate matter like that. People are a combination of matter and energy. The best you can do is transfer then to a another instance of existence. Explaining it easier, you just set yourselves slightly out of phase as you died, and the energy that made up you, couldn't disperse, so you still exist. I guess that somehow, since you are related, you have some special resonance with Delicious Bloodsucker," one would wonder how Deesseedra could go from slutty to talking like a scientist so easily.

"So I am dead, but also out of, phase, with the rest of the world so I still exist. Is there anyway that you know of that I could be brought back into, I guess the proper phase, and brought back into living," Akasha asked hopefully.

Deesseedra only shrugged, "Not a damned clue."