Tsukune Aono: Vampire King Redux

Chapter 4: Discipline

By: AbaddontheDevourer

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After his meeting with the headmaster if one were to describe his mood, angry, would be an understatement. Grumbling profanities vile enough to peel the paint from the walls, he made his way down the corridors. More than once he was forced to pause and take several deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself, lest he act on the homicidal urges that welled up within him. Though it had taken a guide to lead him this far into the Dark Lord's realm, getting out was far easier, as he homed in on Moka's youkai. Any barrier that appeared before him was ruthlessly crushed as he allowed his fury to take hold. It wouldn't do well to keep his power bottled up, and destroying the Mikogami's mental constructs brought him a small amount of joy. Because all the corridors looked the same to him, the only inclination he had that he was moving correctly was that Moka's youkai was gaining in strength. Even as he felt her presence drawing closer it was still far below the level of her true strength and was on par with only a D class monster at rest. Still no matter how weak it may be he'd recognize it in an instant.

What's wrong with me? I seem like a stalker. He thought, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he continued forward, finally finding himself back in the "normal" corridors of the school. I wonder how much time passed since my departure.

The classrooms were empty now, and only a few students loitered in the halls. Going towards the cafeteria he saw a lone student, sitting and doing her work. Judging from the way she looked he wondered if there was a middle school division, and maybe she was just cosplaying a witch? Turning he stalked out of the room determined to find Moka. Along the way he passed several clocks, informing him that almost 3 hours had passed since he had left class, and school had ended almost a half hour ago. Maybe I should check in on Kurumu as well.

Looking at the map on the wall he plotted course to the infirmary, pausing briefly to knock on the door. There was no response, although he could feel the subtle shifting of a person's youkai from within. If this is an assassination attempt, the quality of assassins has really dropped. Clad in his own youkai, dense enough to stop most physical attacks he entered the room, and saw Kurumu laying on the bed, reading a magazine.

"You know when I said that you should take the day off I didn't actually expect you to listen." He said gently. She was startled at his presence, for she had been so engrossed in the magazine that the rest of the world just past her by. "Good read?"

She nodded, smiling seductively as she slid the magazine under her pillow. "I must say I didn't expect to see you again so soon. Though your company is appreciated."

Pulling up a seat beside her he put his feet up at the foot of the bed. "I just felt like coming here." Then added as a tease, "to see my favorite succubus."

Her smile got wider, as a triumphant look flashed across her eyes. She's so easy to read. He smiled. "So how are you feeling? Any lingering numbness, headaches, swelling, or general feeling of malaise."

"Nothing worth noting." She replied, with a shake of her head. "Though my chest-" She said proudly thrusting out her assets, a coy smile pulling at the corner of her lips.

Professional. Calm. Collected. Tsukune thought. I know this is going to come back to bite me.

"Please undo your shirt." He said confidently masking his nervousness. A hint of surprise flitted across her face, as she clumsily undid the buttons. Removing the bandage he saw that the scratches were still there, and refusing to heal. "Succubi heal quickly correct?"

"If certain conditions are met, we can heal almost instantaneously."

"What sort of conditions?" He asked, examining the wound closely. Even monsters with weak regeneration, would be able to heal a small wound like this within minutes, and at most a few hours. He was sure that there were no poisons, unless it was something that he had never come across before.

Her arms wrapped around his head bringing it to her chest, smothering him. "I'll be fine just like this." He didn't need to see her face to know there was a triumphant look on her face.

This is bad! He thought. If anyone walked in on them or worse yet if Moka should open that door, he'd lose her again.

"You're just like your mother." He commented, stunning her. Taking the brief pause he pulled his head free, taking a deep breath.

"My mother?" She asked hesitantly.

"Ageha, right?" Tsukune pointed out. "I only met her once but, there's a woman who knows what she wants and takes it."

"All succubi are like that." Kurumu said pouting cutely, at his escape.

He's seen that look before, the hunger that was overcoming her, as she gave in to her base desires. It was the same look that her mother had when she looked at his father, after he brushed her charm off with a snap of his fingers. His instincts were telling him to run, but a sweet and seductive voice whispered in the back of his mind to submit. Sinking its claws deeper and deeper into his mind, numbing his senses as his vision slowly narrowed.

A victorious smirk crossed her face as she leaned in, slowly pulling him closer. "You're mine now."

As the distance between them shortened from feet, to inches, to centimeters, he felt something overpowering his brain. A strange scent that he hadn't previously smelled, so subtle that he hadn't noticed it until he was this close to her. Pheromones? He thought. Well, shit.

He had been caught completely off guard by her natural abilities. Against any form of youki based powers like charm and voice he'd have noticed it, but now he was at the mercy of an ability that he was pretty sure she had no control over. At any other time I'd be quite interested in the extent of her powers, but now I'm really starting to get annoyed. Even though he knew what was effecting him the fact of the matter was that her pheromones were completely overriding any conscious effort he made, practically paralyzing him. Though his mind was in a state of turmoil he quickly suppressed it as he attempted to find a solution to the problem before him. No choice but to do so.

He thought channeling just the smallest amounts of power throughout his body, gaining back a modicum of self-control. With it he snapped out of his stupor and placing his hand on her chest pushed her back onto the bed eliciting a cry of surprise from her. Her victorious smirk turned to one of innocence as a blush crept on her cheeks. Where once she was confidant in being dominant she was now nervous, almost frightened, at the prospect of being dominated. Leaning down towards her he whispered sensually, "Naughty girls need to be punished, and you my little succubus have been very, very bad."

She squirmed underneath his grasp as the hand that had pushed her down now held her in place. His other hand trailed down her side lightly caressing her skin. Leaning down to kiss her he stopped just inches short of her luscious lips, as she attempted to lean forward to take them she found herself just shy of reaching. Her face which had born a look of rapture under his touch turned to annoyance and finally pleading. Try as she might she couldn't claim his lips. "This is how you tease someone." He mocked enjoying how she shivered under his touch. He was going to continue tormenting her, but a nagging feeling in the back of his mind stopped him.

A burst of youki tainted with fear burst from the edge of the school's perimeter. "Moka!" He said worriedly, as he got off Kurumu.

"Please stop teasing me." She whimpered, grabbing his shirt in an attempt to pull his back to her.

"Unhand me." He said his eyes flashing dangerously for a moment before he managed to rein in his power. Thankfully none of youki leaked through his suppression; else he'd have another problem on his hands. Getting up he quickly fixed his clothes before opening the door and dashing through the hallways, wrapping a glamour around himself so that no one would notice his monstrous speed. I'm coming for you Moka, just hang in there.

Meanwhile a fuming Kurumu was left flustered on the bed. "Damn you Moka Akashiya. I won't let you take him from me!" She swore, plotting how to put that bitch in her place.

After leaving the nurse's office, he ran full speed towards Moka. Why would she wander so far from the main campus? The dorms are the other way, and the only things that are there are the cliffs and bus station. Homing in on her, he began to worry when her youki kept flaring, as fear and lust overpowered his senses. Bursting through the forest that separated them, he came to the cliffs, the same area where just a few days ago Saizou had chased him down. He saw Moka crouched on the floor, hugging the tattered remains of her clothes to her body in an attempt to cover herself. Standing over her were five people leering at her near nudity. They were garbed in the black jackets of the Student Police, and radiating so much lust that it could've fed several succubi for weeks.

"BASTARDS!" Tsukune screamed, charging towards them. How dare they do that to her! They dared to harm one of his own. He had pride in his race, though he kept it in check so that it didn't even border on arrogance, like some. From the traditions that had been engrained deeply within him, he couldn't help but feel sorrow, almost pity, on Moka and her current plight. Vampires were the epitome of strength, it was not a boast but a fact, and to see her reduced to this was disappointing. As quickly as the thought had come he quickly banished it, Moka was his subject and thus he would protect her no matter what, nay it went further than that, she was his friend. Loyalty to his friends was one of the only redeeming traits of his father, and the one that he had carved deepest into him.

They paused for just a moment, long enough for him to close the distance between them, and lash out at each. "MOKA!" He shouted, throwing down several marbles. The enchanted glass shattered creating a dense fog around them. He could just imagine his Lord of Exchequer, shedding tears at the money he just "wasted". Even with his vision obscured he could still sense everything around him, from the dazed Student Police who were fumbling through the smoke to Moka who was crouched in an attempt to hide.

He scooped her into his arms, carrying her like a bride. "We've got to run!" He whispered so that none of the others would be able to hear. With Moka in his arms he dashed towards the forest, moving quickly but not vampire fast. He knew from experience that it would be at least ten minutes before those Student Police would be able to follow him. After all he would never needlessly spend money on marbles lest they be heavily enchanted. These ones in addition to deploying a smoke screen messed with all your senses, including depth perception and smell, worst of all it reversed all movements. To those untrained the simplest of motions would send them reeling, often time with nauseating effects. A small smile played at the corners of his mouth as he heard sounds of violent retching from behind him. Entering the forest he immediately started taking several detours leading them deeper and deeper into parts where student rarely ever tread. Only when he was no longer able to hear them, did he slow down.

"We're safe for now." He panted. Damn it's hard to run while suppressing my power and it's not like she's light either. Not even under torture would he dare confess that thought. Putting her down gently he removed his shirt and jacket wrapping it around her in an attempt to cover her delicious looking body. When this is all over I'm going to devour an entire cow, blood and organs, then go to sleep and hopefully not wake up for many hours. He had lost too much blood within these from her treating him like a juice box, and now it was starting to come back on him.

"Are you okay?" He asked suppressing his growing weakness. She stared up at him, tears welling up in her eyes, as she pounced hugging him, and sobbing into his chest. That's two in one day. He chuckled. First Kurumu and now Moka. Stroking her back, he whispered tenderly. "Shhh, it's okay now. You're safe here."

He held her there for a few minutes, caressing for her gently until her sobbings ceased. She raised her head from his chest, her beautiful jade eyes staring into his chocolate ones. He could hear both their hearts pounding, as the distance seemingly closed between them. Just as their lips were about to brush, he snapped to his feet, shaking his head. He wasn't about to take advantage of her. "I'm sorry." He said embarrassed at his actions.

She didn't answer him, but she didn't need to as her face burned crimson. Silence reigned between the two of them for a few minutes, before Tsukune finally spoke up. "I need to speak to your other self."

She nodded at him, thrusting out her chest so that he would have easier access to her Rosario. He grasped hold of it, but before he pulled he asked sheepishly. "Does you other self know what almost just happened?"

She stepped back, his hand catching and holding the Rosario tugging it free. As soon as the chain snapped her mighty power returned, shooting a crimson pillar of youki into the sky. Her hair shifted into its natural silver color, as her eyes turned blood red and slitted, the eyes of an alpha predator. Clad in noble airs, the arrogant and regal look in her eyes suited one of her power.

"Tsukune." She said stepping forward, cupping his chin with her hand. He was quietly aware of the unspoken threat that she had just made. She was capable of snapping his neck in an instant, and while he wouldn't die regenerating his spinal nerves was something he'd prefer not to. A small smile crept up on her face, and he couldn't sworn that his heart skipped a beat looking at her beauty. She was without a doubt the most beautiful woman he had ever met, a goddess amongst mortals. "Thank you for saving my other self."

He noticed that she didn't thank him for saving her, but her other self. He struggled to stammer out a response, crushing the urge to say, "Yes Mistress."

Her smile grew wider, like a cat that had cornered its prey and was playing with it. "However," she said, her eyes growing serious with underlying anger. "To dare try and steal my lips. Know your place, HUMAN!" She screamed.

The next second he was airborne, high enough that he cleared the tops of the trees and was able to see clear across the forest. What's that saying in the cartoons? Oh yeah. "I can see my house from here." Right before he came crashing through the tree line, grunting as each branch he hit knocked the wind from him before shattering. After one particularly thick branch held against his weight, he was finally able to catch his breath, though it felt like someone was pumping him full of scorching air. His lungs were on fire, and he definitely had several cracked if not broken ribs. That woman. He cursed channeling enough power to healing so that he would be able to breathe normally but, refrained from fully healing himself so that she would be satisfied in the lesson she sent. Pushing himself off the branch he fell to the ground deftly landing on his feet, much to Inner Moka's surprise.

She raised a brow at his skill. He's quite adept, for a human. She'd never admit such though, and quickly walked up to him. "So-"

"So, what do you want to do?" Tsukune asked groaning as he pulled several leaves out of his hair. Looking down at his chest he noticed several nasty scrapes and cuts oozing blood as well as bruises already beginning to form along his ribs. "I'm sure that between those 5 members of the Student Police there's at least one or two brain cells, enough for them to hear all the noise that you just made."

She smirked at his concern, which was all the answer that he needed. Sighing at their current situation, he prepared himself for the massacre that was about to occur. He'd allow Moka to vent her frustrations on them, but he needed them alive. After all he was planning on dragging them Kuyou and making his displeasure known. Painfully. Tomorrow they'd be an example of what happens to those who dare break his laws, and those that had dared to harm Kurumu would be dealt with to a lesser extent. It would be a message that wouldn't be forgotten by anyone soon. He could sense them, running towards their general area, though he doubted if they'd be able to accurately find them in the forest. "Do we wait, or ambush them?"

He could've sworn for a moment that he saw contempt and horror at the suggestion. She was a powerful and noble vampire, daughter of Issa Shuzen and Akasha Bloodriver; she'd meet her enemies face to face. So predictable. Tsukune thought sadly. That's exactly why it would be child's play to take you down.

He was once again amazed at the haughtiness of his people, who believed that their absolute strength entitled them to their arrogance and pompous nature. Turning his back on her he began to walk towards their pursuers. "Please keep them alive. The Student Police has the final decision over them."

She snorted at his comment, a tribute to what she thought of their authority. "Please Moka. I promise that if you leave them alive, I'll owe you a favor." He could see the wheels turning in her mind, before a malevolent smile slowly surfaced on her angelic face. He quickly added. "Anything within reason." It didn't stop her smile from growing wider. She quickly moved past him, her youki detection ability quickly locating he prey. He was far behind her; their difference in speed was because he wasn't releasing his power to increase his physical abilities. Ahead of him he could already hear sounds of fighting, the breaking of bones and screaming as several unknown and pitiful youkai released their power in an attempt to defend themselves. Whatever their strength it was far below that of an S-class vampire, and as such were quickly being snuffed out. Of the 5 who had chased them 3 were already reduced to a pile of broken bones when he cleared the forest. One of was currently fighting Moka head on, whilst the other was attempting to flank her.

He intercepted the flanker's blow, parrying the fist with his sheathed sword. One hand on the hilt another gripping the scabbard by the neck he landed a hooking blow to the monsters midsection. He smiled savagely as he heard the air whoosh out of him, and felt ribs crack under the blow. Pulling back he twisted his arm before thrusting the scabbard into his pursuer's foot, breaking it. Continuing the attack he reversed the grip on the sword striking upwards and hitting the monster under the jaw with the pommel. Three crippling bows carried out in less than a minute; his foe fell to the ground with no hope of getting up anytime soon. By this time Moka had finished off her last opponent screaming the trademark, "Know your place!" That seemed to be shared by both her and her mother. The last of her opponents also took the most damage as she used him to vent the final vestiges of her anger and frustrations.

The body of a monster is quite strong. He mused. It was amazing what a person would be able to suffer before finally expiring. Where he was breathing hard at his exertion, Moka looked no worse for wear if anything seeing her on the battlefield, if one could call it that, added to her beauty. The slightest glisten of sweat, the feral and victorious grin, that small tilt of her head, and the way that the light just caught on her argent hair, she was stunning. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster, not from simple exhaustion but from the feelings welling up in his chest. I think I'm in love.

His mind began drifting to thoughts of the future ruling his people with Moka at his side. She'd be his blood mate, higher than a simple wife; they'd be bound together forever. He imagined their ceremony, held in front of all the clans, Akasha no doubt giving her blessing whilst Issa did so grudgingly. Afterwards they'd retire for the night to consummate their union; he'd carry her over the threshold, as they landed on the bed. Slowly, sensually, whilst whispering sweeting nothings, their hands would explore, caressing each other's skin. Working at her neck he'd make a trail of kisses slowly working his way down to her center as she slid her dress off. The immaculate skin bared for his eyes alone, her succulent breasts rising and falling, as she moaned in pleasure.

Bad Tsukune! Bad! His mind screamed at him, shaking his from his delusions. He quickly checked the corners of his mouth, the last thing he wanted was for her to catch him drooling as he fantasized over her. Dry and free of an embarrassing expression, he saw Moka slowly checking each of the body's making sure that they were alive. She's so considerate. He thought, strangling his inner voice that said otherwise.

After the final check, she turned to him a triumphant smile on her face as she said, "You owe me."

I told you so! His inner voice said haughtily. She was raised by Issa so it's only natural she cares about herself.

"That I do." He conceded. "So tell me, what do you want? My blood?"

She licked her lips as the thought passed through her mind, but she quickly snuffed it. She didn't need his permission to take what she desired most. She laughed haughtily in response, "You belong to me. From the tips of your hair to the ends of your toes, your precious blood is mine and mine alone. My other half may play at being your friend, but make no mistake, to me you're only worth keeping around as a snack." The most delicious of snacks. She thought, savoring the memories of his delectable blood on her tongue, as she drained him. It was so hard to control herself when she feasted on it, she wanted to indulge to the last drop, indifferent to the fact that he would die. It was only the thought that she would never be able to find another so delicious that she was forced to curb her appetite.

You arrogant bit-. His mind began before it was stopped by his more civilized side. If he followed his father's teachings he'd show her exactly where she belonged and what happened to those that disrespected him as such. But it wasn't her fault really; he blamed the environment that she lived in for the way that she acted. Issa was not someone that he admired and would be one of the last that he would see as a role model. "Then why don't you take it?" He taunted, stepping forward so that they were inches apart, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He caught her smirking before she launched herself at him, knocking him to the ground as she sank her fangs into his neck.

She moaned in pleasure as she fed on his blood, relishing the chance to feed. Normally she relied on her other self to maintain their body, and she rarely ever had the chance to partake of fresh blood. She could feel his pulse slowing a bit, as he let her drink. Though he could've attempted to push her off, or at least struggled in vain, he remained still allowing her easy access to his neck. He's a curious one. She thought retracting her fangs, and licking his wound closed. What's his goal? Few humans lest they were charmed dared not to run from a monster's presence. The boy before her voluntarily allowed her to feed, something that rarely ever happened. Vampires took what they wanted, and when a human gave themselves to the vampire freely it was a sign of respect and trust, as well as prestige for the vampire.

Staring down at him from her position on top, she noticed the smile that had crossed his face, a smile that told her she had fallen exactly as he planned. Though she was slightly angered that he had the gall to trick her, another part stubbornly gave praise to the human that would dare play games with a vampire.

So predictable. Tsukune thought, seeing a vein pulsing near her forehead. I wonder if she's annoyed. Right as she drove towards his neck once more, dragging her fang lightly drawing blood from the side of his neck to the center.

"Know your place." She said, getting off him, and leaving the wound unattended. It wasn't deep enough for him to have to worry about hemorrhaging to death, but it would definitely be there for several days. Another lesson from her noble self; don't patronize her? Or was it her marking him for herself? Sighing to himself he resigned himself to the fact that it was probably both. Getting to his feet groggily, a side effect of being used as a juice box, he appreciated the fact that she seemed to care enough to hold him in place so that he wouldn't fall flat on his face. It took him a minute to recover his balance, before he took step back from her looking defiantly into her eyes, taking a stance that projected strength, even if it was feeble to hers. He caught the subtlest of nods, as she gave him a minor acknowledgment.

Taking out her Rosario she moved to place it back on the choker. "Take care of my other self, and remember what I said. You belong to us, so keep that blue haired bimbo away or else." She warned, clipping the Rosario back in place. With the seal back in place her oppressive youki quickly faded to nothing, as she collapsed, unconscious from the amount of energy she expended. Now that she was out cold, he released a bit of his powers, appearing at her side just in time to catch her before she face planted into the ground.

Holding her firmly in his arms, he gently moved some stray hairs away from her face, appreciating her beauty. "Rest now, so long as I'm by your side no harm shall befall you." Even if I must don the robes of death incarnate. He mused caressing the blade at his waist that was sealing his powers. Laying her gently on the ground he turned to the source of his current predicament, 5 members of the Student Police that were beginning to stir from their forced slumber. Already he could hear the ruffling of their clothes, the cussing and groaning as they attempted to get to their feet. Moving to the nearest of the Student Police, He wrapped his hand around their throat as he lifted him and hurled him into the nearest tree. The other members were on their feet barely, as they glared at him.

Taking out his wallet he removed several folded piece of paper from it, talismans. "Do any of you know what this is?" He asked, though he didn't expect any to be smart enough to know. "This is a sealing talisman created by The Dark Lord Touhou Fuhai, himself, it creates a small pocket dimension within is confines sealing anything away." With a wave of his hand 4 of the papers launched themselves towards Moka, encircling her, before she vanished leaving the talismans in place.

"Now that the she's safe and unaware of what's going on, it's question time." Tsukune said going to the nearest member. "Question 1: What are you doing here, hmmm?" None of them dared speak, stubbornly biting their tongues in defiance. "Silent treatment huh?" He said sorrowfully. "A pity I was so hoping not to resort to violence."

Taking the SP's hand, he mercilessly crushed the bones individually. "The human body has 270 bones at birth reduced to 206 by adulthood. At our age we are closer to the 206 mark, and your hand has 27 bones in it." He informed them, as he began to recite the name of each bone. "Let me repeat the question, what are you doing here? It's a simple enough question to answer, and if I have to resort to this just to get a simple answer, you really don't want to know what I'm going to do when you don't answer the harder questions." They remained silent, so he dragged the man whose hand he crushed down to his eye level. "I guess your friends here really don't care about your welfare." Then he broke the bones in his remaining hand.

"That's 54 bones broken, I'm a quarter of the way through." Finally snapping out of their stupor one of the SPs attempted to run, right before he collapsed to the ground screaming in pain. About 60 bones including his femurs, patellas, tibias and fibulas as well as all the bones in his feet shattered. "Tut, tut, you know trying to escape never works well."

"Monster!" Another SP screamed running, only to suffer the same fate as his comrade.

"I'm a monster?" Tsukune asked hesitantly. "A monster?" He was no monster; monsters were his father and uncle, Alucard. He took no pleasure in doing this, but as King he needed to protect his people, and these pieces of shit had dared to lay their hands on his friend. "No you're the monsters. Ganging up to attack an innocent women. You're a stain on the Student Police and as such you're a stain on me. I will reforge them into the sharpest of blades, something that is impossible to do with you in it. So answer my questions or else this is going to get a lot more unpleasant."

Making his point he shattered the remaining bones of the monster's arms before he dropped and blacked out from the pain. Turning to the remaining two members of the Student Police who hadn't moved from where they stood he gestured towards them summoning them to him. "Kneel." He commanded. They hesitated for a moment and, he felt something snap inside his mind. Unwinding the chain of his sword from his waist he felt his powers rushing back to him. He let the raw youki wash over them, as they clawed at their throats unable to breath due to its oppressive and malevolent nature.

"I only need one of you to speak, the others are expendable." He warned, reigning in his youki. It clicked in their brains that this was someone that was not to be trifled with and, quickly spilled all they knew. The one that he had thrown through a tree, had been at the entrance that morning. He had seen how he [Tsukune] humiliated the female SP who he was currently dating. So in an attempt at revenge he decided to humiliate one of Tsukune's friends. Gathering a group of perverted rejects and sadists from among the Student Police, had been easy. All it had taken was a single picture of Moka and a promise that they could do whatever they wanted with her so long as they took pictures.

"So petty revenge? That's what drove you to lay a hand on her?" Tsukune said softly, trying to control his temper. They had tried to humiliate a noble vampire, one of his subjects who he was sworn to protect, and a personal friend; there'd be no mercy. "I won't kill you right now. You're the perfect example of the disease that has corrupted the Student Police. I'll drag you in front of Kuyou and deal with his failure later."

He waved his hand once more, and talismans flew towards the remaining Student Police members, adhering to each on their chest. They disappeared in a flash, sealed away in individual pocket dimensions, and with another wave of his hand the talismans returned to his wallet. Walking to where Moka was currently sealed he picked up one of the talismans and ripped it, breaking the seal, and returning her to this dimension. She was still asleep; no doubt she would be for a long time to come. I can't leave her here. He thought cradling her in his arms. He brought her to his room, gently placing her on the bed, before heading to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Opening the medicine cabinet he removed a crystal prism and after making sure that the room was sealed against outside interference placed it on a piece of spiraled metal reminiscent of an egg holder. In another realm a similar crystal lit up, as communications was established between the two.

"Hello." Tsukune said to no one in particular as he sat down on the toilet.

"Milord." Came the familiar voice of his seneschal, Dmitry. "It's good to hear from you. Pray tell how is school life treating you?"

"It is quite interesting to say the very least. I've made a friend already, one that I'm sure that even my late father would approve of."

"Oh? I wasn't aware of anyone there being worthy enough to have his approval."

"You're slipping Dmitry. Maybe it's time for you to retire to your estate." Tsukune jested.

A harsh sound like rocks slamming together resounded from the other end of the communicator as the man laughed the comment off. "I've been the seneschal since your grandfather's time, if it wasn't for me your family would've never been able to maintain a flourishing kingdom."

"It's nice to see that the power hasn't gone to your head." Tsukune replied sarcastically.

"I've digressed, tell me about what's going on and about this friend that you've made."

"Don't you have a kingdom to run?" Tsukune said, but hearing no response continued. "She's interesting enough. We met on the first day minutes after I got off the bus. She ran me over with her bicycle." Tsukune said grinning.

"I'll have my daughter erase them." Dmitry said seriously.

"Good luck with that." Tsukune said grimly. "You'd be going against Akasha and Issa."

Dmitry was silent for a moment as he thought it through. "This disrespect cannot go unpunished! Akasha's spawn ran you over and forced your noble visage into the mud."

"No retaliation." Tsukune said sternly. "I've trudged through worse than mud at my father's behest before, and besides she doesn't know who I am."

"Ignorance is no excuse." Dmitry replied, ready to condemn her to the worse fate his vivid imagination could conjure. "But continue."

"Well after she ran me over with her bike I was bleeding, and she helped to stop it." He could imagine the tick marks appearing on Dmitry as he continued his story. No doubt the man was going to have a few words with Akasha about her daughter's behavior. "Then she kindof took a drink from me."

He swore that the bathroom began to freeze over as Dmitry spoke, "She drank from you? You who are a direct descendent of the Origin line? The only one who ever had that honor was Akasha and that's why she is hailed as the second strongest vampire in existence. She who was sired by your grandfather and who consumed the blood of Alucard. She earned the right to partake of the strength of your line after many centuries of fighting and earning glories long since forgotten. Her daughter had the gall to take a drink from you, who is strength incarnate."

"Repeatedly," Tsukune added, swearing that he earned something shatter from Dmitry's end.

"I'm going to have a talk with Issa." Dmitry spat. "He's the one that raised Moka, Akasha was always here or busy with her duties."

"Do what you will, there's no love lost between Issa and me." Tsukune said. "By the way do you know anything about the seal she wears?"

"A seal?" Dmitry asked. "I vaguely remember Akasha mentioning it once or twice before, why?"

"No reason really, except the two personalities are like night and day. Where her outer personality is kind and warm, her inner self is like the personification of the ideal vampire. Calm, cool, and collected, she wields great power for her age. I imagine that she'll be stronger than her mother in a century or two when she reached full maturity."

"It sounds like you enjoy her company." Dmitry said in a slightly teasing tone.

"I do, but she's also rash, unpredictable, arrogant, and because of all her flaws it makes it easy to manipulate her."

"The same could be said about Akasha and her kind demeanor, many took advantage of it, not remembering the time that she used to bathe in the blood of her foes. She's mellowed out over the years."

"Maybe the same'll happen to Moka, though maybe the opposite will happen considering she has two personalities." Tsukune said hopefully.

"Only time will tell." Dmitry said.

Tsukune continued with his story, telling him how he fought Saizou, met Kurumu, gained control of the Student Police, lost and regained Moka, what happened to Kurumu, and finally about his meeting with Mikogami."

After concluding his narration, there was a pause as both men gathered their thoughts. "I think that Ms. Akashiya is a complete wildcard at the moment, I'd say keep her close for no other reason than she is one of your subjects, but with her seal on she's nothing more than a liability and an accident waiting to happen. About this succubus, Kurumu, she sees you as her destined one, and as such will do whatever it takes to claim you. Be wary of her, it's hard for men to understand normal women, but succubi are leagues apart. They'll twist you around their finger with ease." Dmitry said gruffly, and from the sound of it he spoke from experience. "These Student Police are nothing but thugs, you'll need a stern hand to turn them into something even remotely productive. I'll have my daughter do some digging on this Kuyou, see if he has that can be used to ensure his loyalty. What troubles me greatly is your meeting with Tenmei."

"Trust me when I said you're not the only one who's troubled by it. This blade that my grandfather forged before Alucard, something about it disturbs me."

"I'll look into the history of the blade personally, but in the meantime would you like to send it here for safekeeping?"

He thought about it for a moment, before it felt like something jabbed him with a needle. The more he thought about the deeper the feeling penetrated and multiplied. "I don't think so, something about this sword tells me it's semi-intelligent and has abandonment issues."

"Very well, I'll trust your judgment on the matte for now. Is there anything else that you need?"

"Yes several things, before I came here you offered to prepare mansion for me."

"Yes I did, have you changed your mind and decided that the dorms are not fit for one of your stature?"

"Prepare it on the outskirts and seal it from prying eyes, especially Mikogami's. Then have it stocked with fresh blood, lots of it. I have a feeling that if Moka keep using me as a juice box I'll need it to replenish my strength. Also wine, a few select bottles to entertain guests if necessary. A war room, a study and a simple bedroom. Make sure that there's nothing too valuable stored there, I'd destroy it before letting that blasted Exorcist get his hands on it and don't want to lose a priceless relic."

"It will be done. Is there anything else you wish for?"

"A dangerous question to ask a person, but in this case, do we have any witches who specialize in memories and would be able to pass for a student?"

There was silence for several minutes before Dmitry returned to the crystal and the sound of shuffling papers could be heard as he went over the personnel files of the Kingdom's retainers. It would be several more minutes before Dmitry said triumphantly, "We have one witch who specializes in memory manipulation. While she's too old to pass for a student her apprentice can, and she herself has teaching credentials."

"Create identities, mother and daughter, and the works. I'm thinking American, I want airtight bios, credit history, school, medical, social securities, licenses etc. It needs to hold up to any inquiries made."

"How quickly do you need them there?"

"As soon as possible, I want the Student Police officers who know who I am to have their memories of that incident wiped. I want to remain as anonymous as possible. After this the only two people who know who I actually am will be Kuyou and Mikogami. The blood I need tonight at latest tomorrow morning."

"It shall be done." Dmitry said, "If I may, I don't think you're going to be able to keep up this ruse for very long."

"Every moment here is a moment longer I'm free. For once I return to the castle my coronation will take place and I'll forever be trapped except for those rare moments business takes me to other dimensions and worlds." Tsukune said sorrowfully. "Please, let me just enjoy my time here."

The connection was terminated as Dmitry wisely kept quiet. He had already made his opinion on attending school painfully clear.

Putting the crystal back into the medicine cabinet, he unsealed the bathroom and headed to the kitchenette. After pulling a bottle of filtered water he went to his desk, quickly penning a note for Moka in case she woke up, telling her where she was, how she got there, and that if she was hungry the food and water in the fridge was safe for vampires to consume. Placing it beside her, he covered her with the blanket, then left quietly closing the door as he left.

For the second time that day he was in a terrible mood, to the point where he felt like destroying all these inferior species, and wrecking this dimension. He hated to be so cynical but he couldn't understand how Mikogami could ever hope to achieve cooperation between humans and youkai. Neither race was capable of solely existing without conflict, but put the two together and they'd end up with more death than ever before. Humans would slaughter youkai, and youkai would slaughter humans, in the end neither side would win. Crushing the desire to destroy Akasha's dream for no better reason that he didn't want to act like his father, he headed towards the Headquarters of the Student Police.

Arriving at the building on the outskirts of the Academy, he already saw several problems with its location. Simply put it was way too far for them to quickly deal with situations closer to the center of the campus, and he shuddered to think of their response time for events that took place on the opposite side. Of course one of the perks of beings so far from the main parts of campus is that it afforded them privacy, as well as a lot of ground that they could claim. He already imagined having several of the stronger youkai clear the surroundings of the trees, allowing them to create a large muster ground, parade space, as well as training grounds. Entering through the sliding door that was the main entrance, he was happy to say that it was clean, sparse, and utilitarian. In the center was a large receptionist's desk currently being manned by 3 people 2 males and 1 female. To the immediate right were several simple chairs for people who had business but had to wait, and behind the receptionists were three wooden doors. To the left across from the chairs was a rack for umbrellas as well as lockers for shoes. Above the receptionists was a placard that read Youkai Academy Student Police.

Approaching the middle receptionist, the female, he stated, "Tsukune Aono, I'd like to apply for a position within the Student Police force."

She gave him the once over, severe enough that he felt like she was trying to peer into his soul. As she finished mentally undressing him, she nodded in acceptance. Opening a drawer beneath her she pulled out a stack of papers. "Fill this out, and indicate whether you have a recommendation." After turning the papers as well as a single pen over to him she turned back to her work, which he saw were several roster reports.

Sitting down he began to fill out the forms. It was pretty basic asking for basic biographical information, as well as release forms for private information including medical history and school records. It was a simple enough procedure to fill out all the forms, until he got to the final pages, asking about his heritage. Biting his lip in annoyance he skipped over it, and going to the page asking about recommendations. He had no recommendations, but that didn't mean that he couldn't get any if he asked properly. Finishing up the forms he handed it back to the receptionist, who quickly went over it, a look of annoyance appearing on her face as she noted the blank pages. It was quickly replaced by skepticism as she read over his 2 recommendations, Kuyou and Mikogami. To her credit she didn't call him out on it, instead getting up and walking to the door directly behind her, disappearing for several minutes as she no doubt verified if what was written was true. She returned with Kuyou in tow, looking flustered as she stared at him in disbelief. It wasn't every day that an applicant walked in with the recommendation of the two most powerful men on campus.

Kuyou was back to his arrogant self, donning a smile that disgusted him to his very core. His vicious eyes revealed his feral and sadistic nature. He was the epitome of a tyrant, one that Tsukune was going to enjoy breaking and teaching him his place in the greater world. He had dealt with many like this before, dictators who tried to be would-be emperors, so secure in their belief that no one would dare to oppose them. Like those vampires who tried to usurp the rule of his father he'd crush him.

"Ah good, you're here." Kuyou said.

"You were expecting me?" Tsukune asked raising an eyebrow.

"Sooner or later I knew that you would come." He replied, stepping back and sweeping his arm across inviting him in. "Please come in, I'll give you a tour of the facility before we finalize your paper work."

Stepping forward he carefully prodded his surroundings with his youki, subtle enough that no one would be able to detect it, but it's downfall was the short detection range. He could detect 30 or so people, some moving about, and others not so much. "Do you keep prisoners here?"

"No." Kuyou responded easily, leading them deeper into the building. The halls were mostly bare, consisting of simple hardwood floors, whitewashed walls with few paintings hanging from them. They were coming up to a concentration of youki maybe 10 people or so, as they attempted to conceal their presence.

"Where are we going?"

"To my office." Kuyou responded. He's lying. Tsukune thought, mentally preparing himself for battle. Stopping before a set of double doors, he said holding out a box that contained a variety of knives, blackjacks, kubatons and brass knuckles. "Please surrender any weapons that you're carrying."

"No." Tsukune said curtly, he wasn't about to surrender his ancestral blade just because someone told him to. He could see the annoyance flicking across Kuyou's face.

"You need to surrender them."

"Like I said before, I will not surrender my blade." He repeated, stepping towards the door. Stumbling for a moment against the door frame, he threw it open and, immediately felt all the youki that had tried to remain hidden flare up as they attacked him. Several were carrying buckets of water, others crosses and wooden stakes, most amusingly was the one who had a necklace of garlic. Stepping forward calmly, he allowed the water to hit him, falling to the ground.

He could hear Kuyou laughing behind him, taunting and laughing at him. "Hahaha, King of the Vampires? You're nothing more than an arrogant whelp, the shit on my boots."

Striding towards him he kicked him once in the ribs. "You're nothing!" Kuyou screamed rearing back for another kick.

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" Tsukune commanded getting up, and catching Kuyou's foot, to the surprise of everyone in the room. Screaming in anger he drove his fist into Kuyou's thigh breaking his femur, before hitting him in the chest flinging him across the room. The other members of the Student police burst into action, rushing to attack him, dousing him with more water and thrusting crosses into his face. "YOU DARE RAISE A HAND AGAINST ME! KNOW YOUR PLACE!"

He moved swiftly with, no excessive movement as he wasted his enemies with brutal efficiency. Avoiding vitals he incapacitated them, experience against superior numbers served him well here. Seconds ticked by, as his vampiric nature threatened to take over the longer the battle grew. Finishing the last of his opponents he took a moment to calm himself, an suppress it, the thrill of battle and its sadistic nature had lain waste to an entire dimension when he fought his Father; if it should surface now the casualties would be enormous. It was then, when his back was turned that Kuyou decided to attack, flinging the Youko's trademark fire attack. Catching him square in the back, he shut down the pain refusing to give the Youko the satisfaction of seeing him in pain.

"THAT'S THE SECOND UNIFORM I'VE LOST IN A WEEK!" Tsukune screamed shrugging off the remains of his shirt and blazer, before charging Kuyou. Erecting a barrier of his fire proved to be a useless counter, as Tsukune simply ran through the flames, relying on his superior regeneration to recover. Kuyou's face was shocked for just a moment before Tsukune unleased a devastating right hook charged with his youki. On par with the power of Moka's kick he grimaced when his fist made contact with the Youko's face but failed to send him flying. It's as I thought, she still has a long way to go.

Refusing to back down he pressed his attack, doubling the amount of youki he imbued into his fist, as he followed up his right hook with a left uppercut, landing squarely on Kuyou's jaw. This proved to be enough to send him skywards into the rafters. As he crashed backed into the ground Tsukune stepped forward unleashing a flurry of vicious kicks into his ribs, his satisfaction growing every time he felt a bone crack. With a final kick he sent him flying into the wall, satisfied when he crashed through the sheetrock as well as the wall studs. Unleashing his youki he paralyzed all of Kuyou's movements, freezing everything but his ability to breathe, as he followed him through the hole he made.

"Kuyou, Kuyou, Kuyou." Tsukune said chidingly, as if to a child. "Not even my subordinate for a full day, and already you try to kill me, and as far as assassination attempts go, this has to be one of the worse ones yet."

"Let me fill you in on some things, water while dangerous to normal vampires, has almost no effect on those of the Origin Line. Crosses, are useless unless wielded by the most devout and only serve to suppress youki, using one on me is like using a single brick to damn a river." Tsukune said as he grabbed Kuyou by the leg and flung him back into the room with his subordinates. He released his hold over Kuyou who stood up defiantly even after all the damage that his body had sustained. As Tsukune walked up to him he spat on him.

"So this is what it comes to, hmmm?" Tsukune asked wiping off the spittle, his anger growing as he saw the smugness in Kuyou's arrogant smile. He seemed to be so sure, so arrogant, still believing himself to be the superior being, and that's what set him off. He made a silent promise to reduce the man in front of him to nothing. Stepping back he whipped out his sword and made a shallow cut from his right shoulder to left hip. "Indulge yourself." Tsukune said to no one in particular. The hilt of the sword warmed in response as he saw the Kuyou's youki physically manifest. Plunging the blade into the floor he left it there transfixed and watched as the youki flowed into the ruby. Chains manifested from the blade and locked themselves around Kuyou's arms, legs and neck, holding him in place so that it would be able to feed easily.

Kuyou managed to glare at him for a minute or two before his knees began to buckle and he started to struggle to remain on his feet. "Slowly." Tsukune said caressing the hilt of the sword, watching in satisfaction as it slowly and painfully fed on Kuyou's essence. Kuyou fell to his knees, still keeping that arrogant smirk of his, which irked him.

Rounding up the disabled members of the Student Police he pinned them to the wall effectively crucifying them with pieces of wood from the broken floors and walls. Stepping out of the room for a moment he rummaged through the box that Kuyou had told him to place his sword in, and returned with a large skinning knife. Whistling whilst he lightly tested the edge of the blade with his finger, to the horror of the SPs who were strung up and believed him to be insane. Starting with the closest of the SPs he made several cuts severing the brachial and femoral arteries. Still sticking with the first he worked methodical as he drained the blood from his victim, before beginning to butcher him like an animal. He made sure that everyone else would be able to see him work, ignoring the screams of protest and curses that they spat towards him. Separating the remains of his work into piles of useable and unusable parts he moved on to his next foe, testing the edge once more so that it would make his work easier. The materials of the youkai he killed could be used by a skilled artificer to create interesting things that could be sold for a profit. After if two were anything to go by he'd be needing a new uniform weekly. Repeating the same thing over and over for each of the nine remaining SPs, he continued to whistle finding comfort in the soothing melody, as it combined with the tortured screams of those who remained waiting for their turn with the knife.

When he came to the last one, an older look youkai who if he remembered had taken the form an abominable monstrel, a demented amalgamation that showed his varied ancestry, he paused. It was crying knowing that it was up next. Looking at him through tear stained eyes, that begged for release and mercy he asked a simple question, "Why?"

"Because you're the enemy." Tsukune replied running the blade along his neck lightly enough to draw blood.

"That doesn't give you the right to butcher them!" He screamed in anger.

"Really?" Tsukune exclaimed. "Cause last I remember we live in a world in which might makes right. Isn't that how the whole of the Student Police acts? You lord your authority over the entire Academy, ruthlessly extorting from everyone, and physically attacking anyone that crosses you. You walk with impunity, because everyone is too scared of you and those that could fight don't have the numbers to."

Tsukune paused, letting his words sink in. "Well the time has come for you to be judged. You will reap what you've sown and no quarter given." Tsukune paused then grinned madly. "I like that, no quarter given. Actually I'll give quarter, although I'm sure you won't like it."

Shaping his youki until it was dense enough to see he grabbed onto each of the SPs limbs. "I'll skip that whole, drawing, disemboweling, and emasculating and skip straight to the quartering part, for brevity's sake." The SP's screams reached a new level. "BE QUIET! ELSE I'LL FIND TIME TO ENACT IT ALL!"

He immediately shut up, as Tsukune smiled viciously. "Die." He said condemning the criminal to his fate. The dense youki that had grasped his limbs pulled tearing them from his torso. "Now that the final pest has been dealt with it's time for your punishment.

Looking back you Kuyou he saw the man face down on the floor, drooling slightly, as the blade continued to feed off of him, reducing him to a husk. "That's enough." He said lightly grasping the hilt. It warmed in what he thought of as protest before it removed the chains from its victim temporarily sated from its meal. "Ravenous aren't you." Tsukune said smiling, the sword reminding him of a certain female vampire that he knew.

"I'm not too sure if you can hear me, and frankly I don't really care. This is a time for me to vent, and your opinion doesn't matter, though you're in no state to give it. Somewhere in that mind of yours you're probably wondering why no one came to help you or to check on the screaming of your comrades. The answer is simple really, as we were walking and I opened the door, do you remember that moment in which I stumbled? I attached a seal to the door, and while one would never be able to suppress any amount of power we released, what it did was to change the perception of everyone else in the building. It forced them to accept anything that happened until it is removed as being normal. I was actually surprised that it worked to be honest. Most would be surprised at the amount of screaming that took place, but it seemed that it was the norm to begin with so they didn't take much convincing. I guess tortured screams are just another daily occurrence here in the Student Police." Tsukune said smirking.

"The question remains though what am I to do with you?" He mulled it over for a moment. "Killing you would be too easy, and you need to suffer, yet at the same time any extreme change would alert someone that you were influenced by a third party." By someone he meant Mikogami, it was best to keep under that man's radar though if this realm was anything like his own then the man would've known all that transpired here, or he was bluffing when they met earlier in his office. "I think I've got something." Tsukune said, using his foot to turn the man over. Gripping him by the shirt he lifted him until they were starting into each other's eyes. Though in this case it was more of Tsukune staring and Kuyou looking blankly ahead a glazed look in his eyes, his tongue hanging out his mouth and drooling.

"Charm is one of the simplest and most varied abilities of vampires. While it fails to dominate stronger minds, the weaker succumb with ease. It pains me to admit but you were stronger than the average person, but not anymore. I can feel your mind distorted, no doubt broken as you were fed upon, and now so simple that you're putty in my hands. I could repair your mind, but leave you trapped and without motor functions forced to see the world but never interact. You'd scream in the prison of flesh eventually breaking down. Or," Tsukune said evilly. "I can repair your mind, it'll be grueling no doubt about it, but it might let you regain a semblance of yourself."

He looked deep into Kuyou's eyes for some sign, before sighing. "You have Moka to thank for your life. I'm in a somewhat generous mood now that we've made up." Reaching out with his mind he spoke layering his voice with the full power of his charm. "You are Kuyou. Return to how you were before my sword drained you. Serve me as my slave, and find fulfillment in your service." A black crest appeared on his arm, the smell of burnt flesh filling the room overpowering even the smell of blood that Tsukune had waded through. He let the man drop, as he began sputtering curses at him, before lunging at his new master.

He froze midway as his body refused to follow his orders, and looked to see Tsukune arrogantly looking down at him as he toppled to the ground. "You're as weak as a human now, and will be for a long time to come. I hold the key to your powers. To dare and try and attack your master, know your place." His body seized up and began to convulse in punishment for his defiance. "You've broken the laws that I set down. I told you that you have no authority anymore unless you run it by me first, and what do you do the very next day? You decide to publicly humiliate and flog a girl. Have you no shame?"

Of course Kuyou was unable to answer, as the charm prevented from saying or doing anything that contradicted his master said. "I want those responsible punished, not executed. I want it flashy and public, something that will send a message to all the students that such actions are no longer tolerated under the new regime. I leave it you to figure out the details." Tsukune said walking towards the door and opening it. "Clean this mess up yourself." He said layering his charm. "Oh and if the punishment fails to amuse me, or I think that you're being lenient I'll come back here tomorrow and let my blade finish feasting on you." He felt a slight shake and heat from the blade, as if it shivered in delight and warmed at the idea of another meal.

Tearing the charm from the door, he took a sadistic pleasure in thinking how Kuyou would explain the mess to anyone that stumbled upon the room before it was fully cleaned. Walking confidently out of the building, pausing only to look at the clock he was surprised at the time. Getting out from the Headmaster's school had just finished, and by the time that he met Moka, dealt with the rogue SPs that sought revenge, and carried her to her room it had been around 4 o'clock. His call with Dmitry hadn't been that long only about a half hour, the time now was 8 meaning he had spent close to 3 and a half hours dealing with the Student Police's mess. How time passed when you were having fun.

Donning the mask of his "normal" personality, he headed towards the dorms to check on Moka. Hopefully now she would be awake, he was looking forward to his warm bed, practically able to hear its call to slumber. First and most importantly he needed to eat. A nice glass of bloodwine alongside his latest obsession, cup ramen. His mouth began to water at the thought of eating the salty treat that would no doubt give his personal chefs aneurysms. By the time that he got to the dorms and opened the door he was ravenous, but paused as he sensed something different. Lowering himself as he prepared for battle his eyes darted around the room. The floor had been vacuumed, his items thrown haphazardly on his desk and dresser were neatly arranged, the bed freshly made to military like precision, clothes folded, and the plant that he had gotten as a house warming present from Dmitry actually had water in its vase. He heard humming as well as chopping, which immediately put him on his guard. Turning the handle he entered the room's kitchenette and was immediately stunned. Moka was there wearing one of his shirts which fitted her like an ancient tunic, and a pair of his shorts. She was humming happily as she worked in the small kitchen, expertly cutting vegetables before she threw them into a pot of boiling water. She managed several pots and pans using all the burners on the stove as she prepared a meal with the same precision that his chefs had used. Looking up she saw him, her smile radiant as she held up the knife.

"Hello Tsukune, would you like a dinner, a bath," she paused before smiling seductively, "or me?"

The fuck? Tsukune thought.