Most people would have found having a demon inhabiting their aura somewhat disturbing, but Utsuki found always having someone there refreshing. Though clothing and a cleaner mouth would have been greatly appreciated. It made her feel completely exposed to know that if Desseedra was to expose herself, she would be exposing herself. Thankfully Mrs. Aono had promised that clothing could be provided at their manor.
"God, why are the annoying older bloodsucker and the delicious bloodsucker taking so long. Weren't they already supposed to be here,"
"Calm down. Tekeshi said he had to get his bike ready, and finish a couple of preparations. Also he is supposed to meet his father on the way here. And then we would probably wait another hour or two for his mother to get ready. God I hate pants, they feel so constricting."
"Go without them. Look at me, I never have that problem."
"NO. Especially not in front of Tekeshi. Besides he told me that I would not only freeze my legs off, but I might give everyone we pass a show. I just can't bring myself to do that. I don't understand how you are ok going around in your birthday suit."
"I am an essentially ageless being that does not have a birthday. So I can't have a birthday suit. As far as not covering my body, what would I gain from it. Heatstroke, rash, sore nipples. I honestly can't understand why you are willing to torture yourself in such a way."
"Because being naked is embarrassing. I can't imagine just putting my most secret of areas on display for the world to see. I could never get married."
"I don't understand what marriage is, but you haven't had any trouble when using the baths or getting dressed with me there."
"You're a woman, it isn't like you can't look down and see all the same stuff. But showing myself off to men, like little more than a prostitute. No thank you."
"So, that means it is more of a societal thing than anything else. You humans are weird. Besides, I seem to remember you starting to show yourself off to Delicious Bloodsucker just before I tried to take your head off."
"Now who is being a bitch."
"'Suki, hey Onii-san and uncle Tsukune haven't gotten here for you yet," Asusa called as her and her sister walked up the path to the creepy bus stop.
Utsuki hugged her friend, "Not yet. I'm going to miss you. I can't wait to see you when school is back in session next month."
"I'll bet. So how is the limpet situation going? Last I saw of Harumi, she was still crying from that things roasting of her. It was awesome. Now if she would only wear some clothes."
Desseedra replied from seemingly thin air, "Why are all of you so goddamned obsessed with me wearing these clothes you are so seemingly obsessed with? And what is a limpet, and why do you keep calling me that? I am a demoness."
"Does that answer your question?"
"Hey girls. How is everything," Tsukunes asked as he and Teskeshi walked their bikes up and parked them.
Utsuki recognized Tekeshi's bike from when he rode up beside the bus, but it was tiny compared to his father's. Tsukune had gotten a taste of the finer things, and his choice of motorcycle proved it. A 2000 model Honda Valkyrie, stripped of all saddle bags and windscreen. A hundred horsepower sending it up to an insane hundred and thirty miles and hour. If one had to question where Tekeshi got his taste from, one would need to look no further.
"Uncle Tsukune, would you get me a motorcycle for my birthday. I'd love to ride with you and Onii-san."
"Mom. Motorcycle. No go."
"Damn it Yusa. We have talked about the talking. Use complete sentences."
Tsukune chuckled, "She is right though. Your mother would freeze me solid and practice her ice carving on me. I might look into something, but probably not a bike. How are you doing today Miss Shiraishi, eager to get going?"
"Yes sir. I've never been to Osaka. I've heard that it is a more beautiful city than Tokyo, is it true? Also they are supposed to have the best ramen in the Kansai region."
"'Suki, if you want a good beef ramen, Kobe is the place to be. Pork, no clue. Osaka, you can find good, but no masters that I can remember. Beauty though, is in the eye of the beholder. The old districts, are like a trip through the Edo period. You sometimes even see people dressed as samurai and upscale geisha. Come to think of it, what would a trashy geisha look like," Tekeshi was just so bad about going off topic.
"Only my weird son would go off on that tangent out of nowhere. How is everyone," Moka's voice came from down the trail.
Utsuki turned to face, a supermodel. During her time here she had never seen Tekeshi's mother in anything but an emerald green tracksuit, but now she was completely different. Form fitting leather leggings, mid calf leather boots, and a rather low cut tank top was her attire of choice this day. To Utsuki, in that moment, the Vampiress looked like she came out of a movie.
"Mom, Grandmother would like me to pass on a message, and I wholeheartedly agree with it. Put on a real damned shirt. You are a proud Shinso vampire, not some biker harlot."
Tsukune burst out laughing, "Well Moka, even vampire mothers have standards for their children. And I pity our child. Go ahead and put your jacket on before he has an aneurysm."
"She is just jealous I have a cup size on her. But for the sake of my little boy, I will cover up the boobies he spent so long sucking on as a baby."
Yusa shuddered, "Aunt Moka. Savage. Scarier than Aunt Kokoa."
"I'm an actual demon, and that made even me shiver. Though, I may be starting to see the appeal of these clothes," Desseedra said somewhat in awe.
"Anyways, 'Suki. Put this helmet and jacket on. Also would you mind holding Jakkasu on the way there. I tried to find a way to fix him to my bike, but he keeps getting in the way of steering."
"Who is... I can't say it. Why would you call anyone that? What do you mean fix to your bike?"
Asusa giggled, "Onii-san has always had this habit of naming things off a defining characteristic. I remember the gerbil he had when he was six that he called naked tail. Smarts do not translate to creativity."
"I miss Naked Tail, he was a really good gerbil. He always wanted to ride around on top of my head, and loved caraway seeds. Why must old age for a gerbil be two years. It's so cruel."
It must have looked like an action movie scene. The tall, well built hero with the beautiful femme fatale behind him with a sword strapped to her back on a motorcycle. Of course Tekeshi always looked more like an anti-hero with all the black denim and leather he wore when he was riding. Utsuki, didn't quite measure up. She only had one or two pair of jeans like she had been told to wear, and they were the kind that were dyed all kinds of crazy colors up the leg and were bedazzled on the pockets, which clashed horribly with the heavy black leather jacket that was a size or two larger than she was, and the full face helmet that was helping to hide the glowing red of her face.
Seeing Tekeshi's stomach was one thing, but having her arms wrapped around the hard muscle of his abs was almost more than she could handle as a pure young girl. Every time he leaned the bike she could feel a ripple of movement as he counterbalanced, and another when he straightened. Not to mention she was very much aware of her chest being separated from his back by just a quarter of an inch of cowhide.
"Hanging in there 'Suki? If you ride with me much more we need to get you your own leather. I'm freezing my arms off up here. We are coming up on the manor now."
"I'M FINE, NO PROBLEMS HERE."
Looking ahead she saw the two elder vampires ahead. They looked a lot different than Tekeshi in their riding attire. They wore much lighter, less aggressive seeming jackets than what Tekeshi liked. Neither of them were wearing a helmet, but then again they were near immortal, so cracking their head on the pavement probably didn't concern them as much as it did her.
Soon a large traditional looking mansion came into view. In her mind Utsuki had been expecting a big gothic style house similar to the school buildings, this actually surprised her. Sturdy wood pillars were placed equi-distance along the outside with traditional plastering making up the walls. The first and second stories were also separated by a thick wooden beam running along the outside and the next wall leading to the pagoda style roof. It was beautiful and elegant, and did not fit the inhabitants at all.
"THIS IS YOUR HOUSE? IT DOESN'T FIT."
"What do you mean? Grandma Aono picked it out, though I think she always liked the idea of Dad acting like a Shogun or Daimyo after he married Mom. Honestly I think we could have done with a much smaller house. Wait, whats that smell," Tekeshi brought his bike to a halt.
His parents noticed as well, "Tekeshi, wait here until we tell you it is safe. Protect Miss Shiraishi. Don't come any closer to the house until we tell you to," his father yelled back gunning his motorcycle.
Utsuki raised the visor on the helmet up so she didn't have to yell, "Whats wrong, Tekeshi? Why are we waiting here."
"There is blood on the air. More than I have ever smelled before in my life. It's like a slaughter."
The scene Moka and Tsukune arrived to was pure carnage. Thankfully it had occurred around the backside of the mansion itself where Utsuki hadn't been able to witness it. Bodies of hundreds of monstrels lay shredded, blood soaking into the ground. A few still wore the patches that made the perpetrator known.
"Even our home isn't safe from them. I can understand the school, that would harm my reputation if I ever let it be known that it was attacked. I don't what they would stand to gain from this," Tsukune was furious.
Moka wrapped her arms around her husband, "Calm yourself. This could only be meant to rattle you, and make you start doubting yourself. Look at the remains. There isn't a single pure yokai anywhere to be seen. Against our servants, they stood no chance."
"Welcome Master and Mistress. All glory to the House of Shuzen, and the Blood of Aono," voices chorused to one side.
When Moka and Tsukune had purchased and moved into the mansion five lower ranked vampires had been sent to act as personal servants to the head of the House of Shuzen. An older gentleman who had served as a butler, and four young ladies as maids. However as was typical of vampires they were violent and eccentric in their own ways.
"Gustave, what happened and how long ago?"
Gustave had the look of a man in his early fourties, and had the demeanor of the classic european butler, "About three hours ago around five hundred of these insects descended upon the manor in an attempt to harm it and those guests currently here. Unfortunately for them, they ran into Mistress Kokoa. I believe fifty managed to retreat when they realized what they had done, and the rest were brutally slaughtered while Mistress Akua watched while drinking tea. Both Mistresses Kokoa and Akua have retired for naps, and we are attempting to clean the mess that was made. Depressingly we have been able to make little progress as we are running out of large push brooms that are not being rendered rather ineffective by congealing blood."
"Kokoa, that explains, everything. My lovely little sister-in-law can never turn down this kind of fun," Tsukune sighed as he made a simple hand motion.
Purplish flames flared upon the bodies. No heat or smoke was created as the remains slowly crumbled into ash and floated away upon the winds. No humans would notice, and the lack of firearms backed up Moka's point about them being meant to fail like this. The problem was that fifty of them had apparently fled.
Tsukune retrieved his phone from a pocket and dialed his son's number.
"'I'm on the highway' Pops, whats going on. Is everyone ok over there," Tekeshi asked worried.
He knew that his aunts were currently staying at the mansion, and there was Gustave and the maid squad that had always been there. Yes they were vampires, and mostly capable of taking care of themselves, but that was the smell of a legitimate battlefield. It chilled even him to the bone.
"Musuko, About a kilometer away there is a motel. Go there, tell them you want room 14, and that you are the Son of the Ghoul. They will understand what that means. You and Utsuki are to stay there until both me and your mother arrive. If only one of us is there you are not to leave with them. Only when both of us are there is it safe. Do you understand."
"Yeah. Is everyone safe? What made that smell?"
"No questions. Follow my order. Don't make me repeat myself," with that his father hung up, leaving Tekeshi more worried than he had ever been.