"Lovely Mistress, you have not interacted with another living being in two days. This isn't healthy, and even I understand that it is not the appropriate response to embarrassment. Either get up, or I will drag you out of this room naked if I have to," Deeseedra wasn't sure how to be, nurturing.

"Just leave me alone. You weren't the one who had to lay half naked on a table while your brain was violated by people you thought you could trust. I... just... I... its... I can't think, even process, its... it's like my brain is trying to turn on its self to make me remember what they saw. You can't understand what it is like," the bundle of blankets mumbled.

"For the love of, you are torturing yourself over that. Forget about the past and embrace the now and the future. It already happened, can't change that. So get up, get dressed, and be a witch, not a lump. Press me hard enough and I will let the maids in here. You are a perfect target for them."

"Suit yourself, but I'm not moving," the blanket returned, vexing the demoness to no end.

"In these last few weeks I have started to see you as a little bit of a sister. I am not quiet sure about the concept, and it is weird dealing with being bound to someone that doesn't want anything out of me. That being said, you are not the first master I have had that didn't know how to take care of themselves. Now out of the bed," with that she ripped the covers back and found her mistress bundled up in at least three layers of clothes, "I don't even know what I am looking at. How have you not died of dehydration. Ok, I am going to need to bring in the big guns. If I were Delicious Bloodsucker where would I be?"

"I am right outside the door. I am getting this feeling of malice from the room that isn't from you for once, and I am not sure that I want to find out how 'Suki is capable of it. Uh, that being said, I would like to know if she would like to go out on the town," the mentioned vampire said slightly muffled by the walls.

"Saves me looking for you. She is in here wearing three suits of clothing, and until I pulled them off her, she was under a bunch of blankets. I don't know how she hasn't sweated to death. Please come in here and drag her out, she needs the personal contact, and I am tired of her. I haven't had a good nights sleep the last two nights with her whimpering." a slight note of hope entered Deeseedra's voice.

"You know there isn't anything stopping you from having your own room. You just have to ask, and I am pretty sure Gustave would arrange it for you. Honestly, I think he is slightly offended you haven't. I mean, he is a true workaholic. He might even build on an extra room if he thinks there aren't enough. Still, if she needs to be drug out of bed, I know a professional. Hmhm. CALLING FOR THE MASCOT," most people underestimated how loud a Japanese individual could yell due to the portrayals in media.

It took seconds for the short figure of Machiko to arrive, be given the situation, and burst through the door, "Alright, time for molestation, my time has come."

"FINE, I WILL GET UP. Just don't let her touch me, I feel violated enough as it is. Just leave me alone so I can put on some pants," the threat was too much for Utsuki to ignore in that moment.

"You won't need pants. We are taking one of my old man's cars. I figured you would be a little more comfortable that way. Besides, I have wanted to drive this particular one for a long time. Honestly I can't believe he agreed. When Mom let me know I almost fainted."

When she had arrived Utsuki had seen nothing that resembled a garage, nor had she in the few days she had been at the mansion. She was not prepared for the elevator ride, or the expanse of cars that she saw when the doors opened. There were more cars than she had ever seen sitting still in one place before in her life.

"Your dad owns these," she was more than a little amazed at what they had to cost.

"Yeah, apparently he always liked cars and motorcycles when he was younger, and his school life turned him into something of an adrenaline junkie. That got him into the fast cars. He married into a very powerful family. That got him into the luxury cars. The weird cars, I'm not even going to question. This particular car, I really like though. Come on," Tekeshi was smiling from ear to ear as they walked the line of vehicles.

There wasn't any particular order to them it seemed. She saw huge SUVs next to a tiny three wheeled vehicle. Powerful looking european sedans next to Subarus. She didn't really know cars, but she knew that McLarens were outrageously expensive. She was starting to wonder just how rich they were.

"Here we are," Utsuki looked at the car he stopped in front of.

It wasn't huge, though it wasn't small. It had sharp angles and gentle curves at the same time. It was painted a satin black color, and the interior was black and gray. On the hood an ornament of three shields in an echelon inside another shield was shining in the overhead lights.

"What kind of car is it? I don't really know cars all that well."

"It is a modified 1985 Buick Grand National. It has a twin turbocharged 4.3l V6, four speed stick, and all wheel drive. It puts out over four hundred horsepower and has a modern sound system. Dad claims it will outrun a supra."

"Tekeshi-kun, that means absolutely nothing to me. Why is it special beyond all the babble?"

Tekeshi chuckled, "This was Dad's first car. The first one he owned. He actually bought it from Harumi's father before he died. He had had it shipped over from America. Dad fell in love with it, and paid him an absurd amount on the spot. This is the car that started it all, and the one that he was driving at the time I was born. Wait, when did you change the honorific, still hate them, on me?"

"I live with you now, I figured kun was more appropriate than chan or san. So, you want to drive it because it was your father's first car? That is surprisingly wholesome of you. So, what is it we are going to do? You never said."

Tekeshi shrugged, "I don't know. Planning things like this out always seems to make them feel so hollow and artificial. I like to see how things develop. You never know, we might just drive around for a couple of hours and end up right back at home, or we may go to a movie, or even hit up a couple of shops. We are young, relatively free, and should enjoy life while we can. Who knows, next week they may even be digging our graves."

Utsuki hadn't been sure what to expect of him driving a car. Given that the only other vehicle she had any association of him with was his bike, she didn't have any kind of benchmark for him. His driving was smooth as butter though.

"I am actually a little underwhelmed. Maybe if I could get on an empty stretch where I could open her up, then she would wow me. City driving though, not many cars can really impress like this. So, any requests," Tekeshi asked as he downshifted as traffic stopped.

"I never really got out much, what is there to do? Also, how are you this good driving? My dad had a car with a manual transmission, but it always made some noise when he shifted," she said curious on both points.

"The trannies in Japanese econoboxes are nothing like a Muncie from an American muscle car. This transmission probably started out behind a V8, and there is nothing like an American gearhead. It isn't even so much a sub-culture for them, as it is religion. There are even people who claim they belong to the cult of the V8. Those are the people who kept gas burners alive. Everyone thought that it was going to be electric that was the way of the future, guess it wasn't."

Utsuki had to admire how much Tekeshi lit up when he started talking about things he enjoyed. Dressed as he was in black and gray, he gave the impression that he was a total tough guy. He wouldn't have looked out of place in a movie about street racers, or one of those Mission Impossible style action movies. Yet those little moments like that made him seem so much more, human.

"Tekeshi-kun, why do yo u dress like you do? The dark color scheme, it just makes you seem like you are an evil person. I mean, I understand that you aren't a person in the... I guess I'm not even a person in the same way that I was. But even so, you don't match how you try to look."

Coming to another stop he looked over, "'Suki, don't ever think of yourself as anything other than a person. Human or yokai, it is the content of our souls and our hearts that define us. How I dress is mainly down to my preference in colors. I like black the most out of all the other colors, and now that you mention it, I do wear a disturbingly large amount of it. Maybe we should hit somewhere and update my clothing choices. Anyways, like I said, you aren't any less than you were, and you know that none of us will think any less of you. Well, Harumi might, but she is a bitch, and I won't make any excuses for her."

"Yeah, I am not expecting to much from her. I won't be too harsh though, I'm pretty sure her titanic tatas are stealing all the oxygen from her brain."

Tekeshi could not help himself, "HAHAHAHAHA, I did not expect that from you of all people. There may be a hint of truth to it, but still titanic tatas. I will have to tell that one to Akoni the next chance I get. He makes fun of her too, and I don't know if he ever used that one. Regardless, even if you didn't feel as if you had anyone that loved you before, you do now. Hungry?"

"Now that you mention it, yes. Have anything in mind?"

"Not a clue. I don't know what is around here anymore. Keep an eye out for anything. So, what did you do for fun as a kid? You never really talk about anything regarding yourself, I mean I can understand with everything that has happened, but I am really interested in it?"

Utsuki thought for a second, "Mostly I just read. I listened to music a lot. Thinking about it, I use to just sit and listen to music for hours on end. My parents hated it because of what I listen too. Apparently they think Metallica isn't proper for young girls to listen to."

"Wait, you are a metalhead. I did not expect that. I was expecting J-pop or K-pop. You never can tell about people. I have to ask, how did that come around, and who is your favorite?"

"I can't remember how it came about. As for my favorite, I really never thought about it. Rock music always seemed to have something for however I felt. I love listening to Fleetwood Mac when I am feeling down, System of a Down when I get wound up, and there are so many that are good for when I'm depressed."

She didn't admit her music tastes to many people, mostly because she did find it embarrassing. She wouldn't have admitted it then if it was anyone but Tekeshi. She was surprised how well he took the revelation. Anyone else that found out tended to think that she had some kind of mental deficiency, and would give the side eyed kind of looks and avoid her.

"And the Road becomes my bride

I am stripped of all but pride

So in her I do confide

And she keeps me satisfied

Gives me all I need

And with dust in throat I crave

Only knowledge will I save

To the game you stay a slave

Rover, Wanderer

Nomad, Vagabond

Call me what you will"

Utsuki hadn't heard Tekeshi sing before. He had mentioned that he played the guitar a few times, but there hadn't been much of a chance for her to witness it. Questions started to form of what he played, though with how easy he had run off the lyrics to "Wherever I May Roam" it was pretty obvious.

"You play rock music," a simple question.

Shifting gears as the traffic moved forward Tekeshi answered, "Everything from Alt Rock, to Glam and Hair Metal, into full on Heavy Metal. I can even do pretty good on a violin if you want to hear some Celtic style music. I blame Dehlia and Lorelei on that, though shockingly if you find a good player, bagpipes are actually awesome. Want to hit up a karaoke place?"

"Hey Moka, have you seen the keys to my Grand National? I was going to take it to go check the school mailbox since we are in town, but I can't find the keys," Tsukune wasn't overly concerned right off.

He knew that he was prone to forgetting things that weren't on the top of the priorities list, and with everything that was going on he felt car keys weren't the biggest blip on the radar. The deal was this was His car, his favorite. This was the car that if given the choice between saving his son, or the car, he might actually have to think about it.

"Tekeshi has the car. You said he could use one and those were the first keys that I picked up. Should I not have?"

The world went grayscale as he suddenly started to consider if a divorce was worth it, "Moka, how could you have? That is MY car. It means more to me than any of the others. That was the car that I proposed to you in, the car that kept us moving while we were getting on our feet..."

"And the car that Tekeshi was conceived in," Moka said into his ear from behind.

"If I had ever told him that he would have never wanted to touch. I should have said something years ago. Moka, I have fifty five other cars, why the one I am the most possessive of?"

Wrapping her arms around him and pressing into his back, and revealing that she wasn't wearing anything, "Maybe I want to up my chance of having grandchildren while I am still under fifty. And right now, maybe up my chances of giving my child a sibling before he is an adult."

Tsukune, as much as he loved it, quickly forgot about the car for the moment.

"I don't understand it. I know the school uniform isn't the most flattering of colors on everyone, and the colors don't suit you real well in particular, but how is it you don't look good in anything except black, gray, and white. It's like you belong in monotone," Utsuki was shocked.

Tekeshi was currently dressed in blue jeans and an orange t-shirt. They looked hideous on him. For the last thirty minutes she had been trying to help him find some other colors that looked okay on him, there just weren't any. Fashion was far from her biggest strength, but this was ridiculous.

"Honestly I never even realized that dressed like this all the time. Nobody ever said anything to me, and I never really cared as long as I didn't look like a hobo. Maybe I should have Harumi try to help me out, succubi have an uncanny nature with clothes."

"I give up. Now it's your turn to help me pick out some clothes. I don't really have much, and honestly I feel out of place around your family with what I do have. I feel shabby."

"Don't put yourself down. Most women feel shabby when they get next to my Mom and her sisters. It's a vampire thing. However if you want to put on a fashion show, I won't stop you. I may even enjoy it," he said grinning.

Both of them were having fun with the day. If she was honest, this was probably the most fun she had ever had in her life. She wasn't really used to people who just wanted to have fun with her, rather than using her, and she didn't want to go back to those days. She couldn't, not with who she was now.

"Hey 'Suki, you still on planet? Did you hear what I asked?"

"Sorry, I was lost in thought. I haven't ever eaten at any of the Western style fast food places, I am willing to try though. Is there anything you would recommend?"

Utsuki's hackles went up as she heard the voice behind them, "They don't have Jack in the Box over here, so he can't make a decent recommendation."

Tekeshi stiffened and his eyes went wide as his skin paled, "Lizzie."

A/N: A quick thank you to the guest reviewer Celestia for giving me the kick in the can to sit and finish this. I am working forty a week, and don't have as much energy to keep with my writing like I used to. I am not giving up, just not being the most productive.