"Mr. Aono, are you paying attention? In fact tell me your opinion," the history teacher noticed that Tekeshi wasn't giving him his total attention on his first day in class.
"Regarding whether Hitler was good for Germany? Yes, as far as economics and improving the unity of the German people. The remilitarization, though a major treaty violation, did help pull the populace out of a poverty spiral that would have eventually destroyed the nation completely, and led to a major circling of the vultures as far as their neighbors were concerned. Was he good as far as foreign policy, and long term stability, of course not. Had he focused on Germany, and avoided going to war when he did, and not entertained anything Himmler put before him, that would be different. Sadly, National Socialism wasn't going to work, without a target to victimize. So, considering that is a moot point, unless you can decouple Hitler from the NSDAP, which isn't possible in this timeline. In fact, had he waited until the 1950s, there is a better chance that Nazi Germany could have won the war, and would have been economically stable enough to prosecute it, rather than facing utter financial ruin in the few short years that they did," Tekeshi didn't bother turning his attention from the sky outside the window as he answered.
The teacher's jaw dropped, "I...I... am surprised that someone with your family history would be in support of such a disgraceful monster," he aimed at the young demigod, trying to maintain some image, though it was a question of what kind.
Tekeshi sighed and turned his head to look at him, "Acknowledging reality, and admitting that even the worst people, have some redeeming qualities, is not abject support. Would I be one of those people who would kill baby Hitler if given the chance? No. Whatever we think of him, and what he did, there were positives that came from that conflict. There were massive numbers of medical advances from both sides, though some came from disgusting, and horribly unethical methodology on the Axis side. I wouldn't be surprised if such was true from the Allies as well, but the victorious are the ones that write the history, and the defeated run the printing press. The strengthening of Europe, and the eventual creation of the European Union has undoubtedly headed off many other conflicts that could have escalated to a similar level. Here is a question for you; Was Stalin good for the Soviet Union?"
"Uh, no. He was a monster that was on par with, or even worse, than Hitler was."
"Yet, it was his demeanor, and refusal to accept any kind of wavering from the military that allowed the Red Army to make its death rush into Berlin. It was the way that he formed his own structure of Communism that allowed him to develop the particular national identity that the Soviet Union was known for. Yet, it was every member of the Allies, except Canada for some reason, that participated in the Rape of Berlin. So the better question is, where do, especially us yokai, have the right to judge these men, when we ask these questions from the outside," Tekeshi returned his attention to the window at that point.
The teacher started to say something to him, trying to find anyway to regain his self image as the person in charge, but he couldn't find a way to do so. He ended up ignoring Tekeshi, and realized that trying to butt heads with him, would only end in failure. It wasn't worth it.
When they left class Utsuki wormed her way under Tekeshi's arm, and nuzzled into his side. Such was a little difficult while she had Jakkasu slung across her back, but she did her best. She felt really good there.
"Why did you chew into Hagaruki-sensei like that," she asked him as they headed towards the cafeteria.
"He was looking to make me into a target for his own sense of superiority. I had already heard that he had a bad habit of things like that. I almost would have expected him to try with you, but I have a feeling that Jakkasu may have given him a reason not to," he replied as he lightly drew her into to him.
Utsuki nodded, "I guess that's true. I barely pay attention in his class anyways. Machiko is making sure that I keep up with what is going on so I keep passing. Thankfully, nothing is pulling me away from you at lunch today. No naughty picture ring now, damn succubi."
"Isn't one of your best friends a succubus, Dyke," a voice said as it trotted up to walk beside them.
"Blehh," Utsuki stuck her tongue out at Harumi.
The succubus in question screwed her face up and returned the favor, "Blehh."
They laughed afterward. It really amazed Tekeshi how quickly their feud has dissipated during his absence. He easily remembered when Dyke was an insult, rather than a nickname that Utsuki wore with pride. He also remembered the large number of mammary related insults that Utsuki kept in reserve for Harumi.
"Ok you two, I don't want to be in between this. Hey, I haven't asked yet, but how did you end up finding enough people to get the Newspaper club reestablished," he looked over at his cousin.
"Oh, Asusa obviously. Machiko joined in as well. Our primary photographer is related to Uncle Ginei, though she isn't quite the horndog he is. Something like a third cousin I want to say, it is really hard to keep up with werewolf family trees. We keep getting people wanting to join all the time, but I am having to be really selective. We have three columnists, four typesetters, two field reporters, a primary photographer, and three assistant photographers. We are bigger than it was when our folks were in school here. It is exhausting," Harumi threw her arms up, drawing more than a few glances when the act made her endowments dance in her blazer.
Utsuki rolled her eyes, "Hey Musical Tits, you're center stage again."
"Damn it all, I can't wear any tighter bras or I won't be able to breathe," the succubus brought her arms down over her breasts in embarrassment.
Tekeshi snorted a couple of times, "Have you considered a sports bra?"
"Tekeshi, I know you are a guy, so this maybe lost on you. I wear a 85H bra. Do you know how hard it is for me to find a decent bra, without having them custom made to stretch just enough so that they fit for a while, and still support these perfect orbs. A sports bra would be torture to find. Not to mention that I refuse to wear anything that doesn't perfectly match my panties. So, just stay in your lane, and us ladies will stay in ours," Harumi sideyed him dangerously as she retorted.
"I love him, but I won't lie and say that he knows anything about clothes. He doesn't look good in anything but shades of black and gray. Wait, how big are they? I thought you were just an F cup. I'm just a C," Utsuki suddenly had an attack of inadequacy.
"'Suki, just remember this, you don't have back issues," Tekeshi gave her a light squeeze.
"I want big boobies though," she said, eliciting a light laugh from the other two.
"Hey, check this out Dyke," Harumi said as she suddenly rounded, and hilariously failed to try to kiss Tekeshi on the mouth.
Utsuki was about to go medieval, until she noticed that the entirety of the other girl's issue, was her bust size. Not only did they push her out away from him, though she wasn't happy about Harumi rubbing her boobs on Tekeshi, but they were so heavy she couldn't really jump up to him.
"Ok, maybe I don't want boobies that big, but I want them to be bigger than they are. That reminds me, I still need to get new camisoles, I'm having to go without right now. None of mine fit anymore," Utsuki said.
This elicited two reactions. Harumi stopped trying to kiss her cousin, which, while not blood related, he still found a little creepy. Tekeshi, suddenly found his pants tighter, and a little more difficulty in standing comfortably, other than the succubus hanging off his neck.
"Oh for the love of, Sis, you don't have to tell everyone you are letting them hang free. Hey Tekeshi," Karasu came up to meet them, and gave a little hop to kiss Tekshi, having much more luck than Harumi.
"Hey Kari, love you too. Hey, why don't you attend classes," Tekeshi worked his way free of Harumi and wrapped his other arm around the nephilim.
"Uh, you may be a genius, but I have been around a long time, and learned things that this school, would find utterly horrifying. Wow, you really are happy to see me. I can't wait until we have some time away from the school, I want a first hand experience," She chuckled.
Utsuki went pale, "Kari, what the hell? That is way worse than me saying I'm not wearing anything under my shirt. You need to learn some shame."
"And you need to remember that you can change the size of your clothes with just your willpower," her identical twin smirked.
"Oh, yeah, I can do that, can't I," Utsuki said, having not thought about the fact she had even done that before.
The demigod just smiled. It may have seemed like the last thing that a guy would want to be in the middle of, and the conversation could be better for sure, but Tekeshi was happy. He had missed all of this. This was the school life he wanted.
"Damn it Boss, do you have to rub it in," Heavy and Akoni walked up during the display.
Tekeshi smirked as he rolled his head to look at them, "Yeah, like you are ever going to pull this kind of luck? Trust me, you are better off in mediocrity. Less anxiety that way."
Akoni started to say something, but Heavy dropped a, heavy, hand on his shoulder, "Yeah, that is way more than fair, Boss. I want to live long enough, to die of something that isn't world ending. So, are we eating or not?"
Tsukune was enjoying the shower. He didn't take a shower in the middle of the day very often, but he had a reason. Mainly his wife bursting into his office out of nowhere, flying through the air, and then ripping one of his better suits into literal shreds before doing things that would make even the kinkiest of pornographers go to church. What a life.
Moka wasn't like that for the most part, and in fact the last time had been when she was pregnant with Tekeshi. So she was into the fifth month now. It was like a switch was just flipped, and the only thing that was protecting him at that moment, was the fact that he was able to shower with plain water, and she wasn't willing to even try to come near him until he was dried off. She was worried that the chance of electrocution wouldn't be safe for their Daughter.
His breath hitched. His, daughter. Her daughter. Their daughter. It didn't matter how he thought about it, he couldn't get over how happy he was. He, almost never thought that he would ever see it.
He remembered how the year before they had been talking about experimental surgeries to try to restore Moka's fertility, and all it had taken was her getting shot to do it. He did not have a good opinion of Tekeshi's ex-girlfriend, but he wasn't going to lie and say they didn't owe her greatly.
He was, ready? Was he ready? For some reason, he wasn't as sure at that moment. There were so many things that kept assailing the back of his mind. Anxieties he thought that he had left behind with his humanity waited with naked swords, and ready axes, to keep him from being able to sleep.
He turned the water off and stepped out. He walked to the sink and placed his hands on the sides, watching the drops of water hit the pure white marble of the basin. He had to give it to Mikogami, he had real taste in his life.
"A decade, just one god, damned, decade. Would that be too much to ask," Tsukune looked up to see a face with black geometric designs covering its face and upper body.
His lips came back in a rabid snarl, "An eternity would have been better."
"I can agree with that. What the hell is bad enough for you to need me to show up," the hate in the Ghoul's eyes was palpable.
"Nothing that you could with."
Eyes were rolled, "Then I wouldn't be here. Are you that screwed up over having yet another progeny? Man. Up. Or let me free to take your place. Especially if the constant sex from that fine piece of ass is assured. What is wrong with you?"
"I have to have something like you haunting me. I savor the day that I find a way to destroy you completely," Tsukune didn't try to hide the malice in his voice.
"Oh putting me in a mirror isn't enough? You are so pathetic. You have every reason to be happy, and you are breaking down. Actually, I am having the time of my life watching this right now. I kind of wish that I had her mouth to give my crotch company to help me enjoy this now," the image gave an evil smirk.
Tsukune felt his blood pressure start spiking, "Shut. Your. Mouth. You won't talk about her like that. You will have respect for her, or you won't speak about her. She is the mother of two of my children, and she will be treated like the royalty she is."
"Royalty? Nah. Women like her want to be treated like little whores. Degraded, and made subservient to a man. If you don't have the dick for it, I know I do."
"Shut up," came from gritted teeth.
"I think the ice twat would enjoy it as well," the smile from the mirror became more evil.
"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU WORTHLESS BASTARD," glass flew through the air as his fist crashed into the mirror.
It took so much to anger Tsukune, and even more to make him engage in unshackled violence. He prided himself on being able to control his temper. He refused to let himself fall to the baser emotions that vampires were famous for. Yet, in that moment he wasn't ashamed of his action in the slightest.
Thousands of the voice, in thousands of volumes, from thousands of places, spoke, "So you aren't completely cowed. Maybe if you didn't try to keep yourself so contained, you might have bigger balls to face this kind of thing head on. NOW STOP BRINGING ME BACK."
The image faded, leaving only his own face in the shards. He breathed hard, adrenaline still surging.
"Tsukune, are you ok," he looked over at the door to see two concerned faces.
Moka and Mizore stood there, their eyes wide, mouths open with words they didn't know how to ask. He looked down at his fist, some shards of glass still stuck in the flesh. He flicked his hand, and the wounds were gone as soon as the glass left his hand.
"I'm, fine," and he realized that he was, "I just had some anxiety pent up that overwhelmed me. Let me get some clothes on, and I will clean this up. You two just relax."
He grabbed a towel as the two women gave him another glance, a mixture of concern and lust, before they left the door way. He felt lighter after the outburst, like he had needed it. As he dried himself, he almost felt like the water that was lifted from his skin, was the last of his doubts.
Simona let herself sink into the fluffy bed. There were some fine points to being Candace's servant. Such as this hotel room. She would have never been able to afford anything like this on her salary. It wasn't small, but just right in the norm for that kind of work in Romania.
"Wow, we never had anything like this centuries ago. I mean, I had a goose down bed, but it was nothing like this," Candace was laying the opposite direction from her.
"This is wonderful. Hey, I just realized that how you say things has been getting a lot less formal, what gives," the woman asked.
"Oh, probably from how I am being bombarded with so many lines of thoughts, and most of them are so, easy. It's like they don't have to consider their words. Like their words can't start an entire war, or genocide," was the reply.
"Yeah, most people aren't that important. I don't think I could start a war just by saying something. I might go to jail, but not to war," she was enjoying the feel of the comforter on her bare skin, both women just being dressed in their underwear getting ready to sleep.
"Wow, I can't remember what it is like to not be around people that had to be so careful. My husband was so powerful, that he could have called down the heavens to crush his enemies. I wonder how he is taking the changes in the world. Of course, he had lived for millennia before I was even born. Change to him, is probably just a passing annoyance. I miss him," she hugged herself as her thoughts quietened.
Simona pushed herself up on her elbows, "What is he like? Nobody at the estate actually knows anything about either of you. We just, know you exist. What was his name?"
"His name? That was a thing of little importance. It changes so often, that even I never knew how he would introduce himself to someone. That is why I only ever call him my husband. He is a terrible, and powerful man. Possessed of magic, and strength that struck fear into so many. He could simply lift an eyebrow, and kings would take a knee to him. If he was to take his sword to hand, empires would shake. Yet, he is so gentle with me. Anyone who insults me, dies slowly and painfully. If he doesn't tear their head from their shoulders with a single hand. There is no greater man, than my Shinso."