A/N: This update took so long because of holiday festivities and a strange phenomenon called writers block. I worked past both though and with a due date of 14th January in mind worked sufficiently enough to just miss it! Two days off isn't bad, right?

Warning:This fic contains yuri/lesbian/girl-on-girl content. It also contains incest which is one of the main driving points of the plot. If you are offended by such material I ask you to please stop reading.

Disclaimer:I do not own Rosario Vampire nor do I make any money from writing this, the characters and setting all belong toIKEDA AKIHISA

Chapter 13: Love Has A Thousand Forms

Neither of them questioned how it happened, nor did they think too much about it. Both, as if following a primordial drive to vanquish their loneliness simply lay together that night, holding tightly on the other afraid that, should their hold on the other be too lax it would all dissipate into a dream they were all too familiar with.

For the first night in over a week Moka slept without trouble or thought.

Nestled into her body Kokoa remained asleep, petite chest rising and falling in rhythm with her breath. They slept facing the other, Moka's arm at first uncomfortable but now pleasantly numb was tucked under the gap of Kokoa's neck, slotting in like a missing puzzle piece. The other was strewn across Kokoa's willowy hips pulling her nearer.

Leaning her face closer Moka absorbed the subtle scent of Kokoa's hair, one strand had flattened itself to Kokoa's cheek begging to be tucked behind her ear. Moka nuzzled her nose into the base of Kokoa's throat overwhelmed by the desire to sink her fangs into the supple skin and sip the blood of her blood.

Kokoa's throat vibrated as she mumbled, stirring from her slumber. Slowly the younger vampire's eyes opened slightly, her mouth mirroring the movement as she yawned. Moka thought of closing Kokoa's yawn with her lips, she shook her head mentally, discarding the idea. Why do I crave her like this?

"Hey."

Kokoa's voice was soft, just above a whisper.

"Hey."

Moka's voice was louder, yet insufficient to break the thrall she was under.

Biased as she might have been, Moka had never seen a prettier shade of pink than that which coated Kokoa's cheeks. "How was your sleep?" Moka asked.

"Good. Great. Yours?"

Wordlessly Moka nodded, wondering if the subtle gesture was enough of an answer to satisfy her bed companion. When Moka finally lifted her gaze from Kokoa's throat she tuned in to search Kokoa's eyes, hoping to find a trace of the gnawing doubt she held in her chest.

"Hey, Onee-sama." There was none. Nervousness, anticipation, satisfaction, worry, but none of the doubt that was now surfacing inside of Moka. "Is it okay if I…?" Her question hung loosely in the air, but it was easy to catch.

Don't do it, Kokoa.

Although there was plenty of time to stop it, Moka did nothing. Kokoa took a cheek in each hand, angled her face upwards and met her lips with Moka's.

The kiss was light and innocent, holding none of the hearty fervor that had both consumed them the last time. Yet somehow it awakened Moka, like she had been shocked by a Taser. This kiss somehow felt the most wrong, tying a grotesque knot in Moka's stomach and that was all because, it felt so right.

"Stop." Moka commanded pushing herself away from Kokoa, rolling over and throwing her feet over the bed. What am I doing? I…I can't be doing this.

"I'm-I'm sorry." Kokoa quickly said. Moka had quickly ruined the serene moment, destroying the perfect closeness between then, erecting a giant brick wall with only one word.

"No, don't apologise. You're not at fault, I am. What I said yesterday… I should never have said any of it and I…I never should have kissed you. It was all a mistake I made because I couldn't keep my emotions in check." Coolly Moka stood up, letting her hair tumble down her back. She looked over her shoulder at doe eyed Kokoa who was clutching at the duvet as if it were her last life line. "You should go."

"O-Onee-sama, if you need to talk I'm willing to listen. I'll listen to whatever you need to say, you know that right?"

"I don't need you to listen to me I need you to leave me alone! Tomorrow this whole funeral business will all be over and everything will go back to the way it was. To the way it should be."

"Onee-sama I―" Kokoa started, reaching out towards Moka.

"Kokoa please, just leave. What happened yesterday was a mistake." Kokoa's approaching hand stopped midway, then like two identically charged magnets repulsing her hand receded, pushed by an invisible force away from Moka.

"A….mistake huh."

Moka could feel the hurt her words had carried for Kokoa, regretting them instantly. No. What I said was the truth. Kokoa needs to see that. This…thing. Us. It can't happen. An unnerving silence had overtaken the room, Kokoa was still on the bed, her face was downcast, with bangs falling to curtain her eyes and any tears she might, or might not be crying.

"I… don't…I don't think it was a mistake!" Kokoa cried out suddenly clamping herself tightly around Moka. "There's no way I'd think kissing you would be a mistake ever, not when…when it feels so…"

Right, Moka thought again. That's what this all felt like now, everything about these budding emotions. The fact that they were sisters, related by blood. Everything that should have made this feel so wrong and unnatural was the cause that this forbidden romance of sorts felt exciting and sweet. There was nothing you could hide from one who had been with you since you were too small to remember, who you had been with since the day of their birth, who you'd watched grow more beautiful with time, who you'd smiled at so thoughtlessly, who you shared the bond of sisterhood with.

To break through that wall, to crush everything you should be, to destroy that innocent, lifelong bond and cave in to unbidden, illicit lust.

Would be disgustingly sweet.

To offer to her blood, her body and heart, to share her warmth every night with her sister and to become one in the most carnal of fashions.

Would be revoltingly delicious.

To love Kokoa unrestrictedly and spend every day of her life with her, to wake up in her hold and fall asleep in her embrace.

Would be simple happiness.

To love Kokoa both as her sister and lover, to realise fully the feelings she's probably always held. To recklessly throw aside everything holding her back from living in paradise.

Is selfish and something I cannot do.

These were the things Moka was sure of. "Kokoa…" She whispered, keeping her tone low and calm so as not to upset the hysterical girl. "I need you to understand that this all happened so suddenly for me. Whenever I thought of you my thoughts were so conflicted and contradictory. I was confused because I didn't know what I felt towards you."

Smoothly she moved her hands to rest on the top of Kokoa's head, "I never said anything about it though Kokoa because I had no idea what to do. I wanted to be a better sister to you but didn't have a clue on what to do. It was my biggest failing in life."

"I felt the same way Onee-sama… So many times I wanted to get closer to you, to be a special person in your life. But all of a sudden I realised that I…how I really felt about you and then everything between us became so awkward because I wanted to get closer but didn't know what to say and I was afraid you'd figure out and that you'd hate me forever."

"Now here we are, two foolish sisters who can barely talk to one another. Yet we've kissed and suddenly our emotions are flying out of control. Do you see the problem here Kokoa?"

"I don't know what you mean…"

Am I the only one who is so conflicted? " Kokoa. How do you feel about the other Moka?"

"Eh? Well…I love her too. B-but not as much as I love you!"

That unwittingly brought a stupid grin to Moka's face. I'm too easily pleased just by hearing that. "I'm only going to say this once Kokoa so you need to listen carefully." Like a child staring excitedly at a present tucked underneath the Christmas tree Kokoa trained her eyes on Moka.

"I love you. More than I should. I want you." Her fingers tightened, tangling the fiery locks of Kokoa's head. "That's why now. Before I lose control of myself I need to end this. Please don't make this any harder than it needs to be Kokoa. Please. Just understand. I can't love you this way. I absolutely cannot."

"Why?" Kokoa shot out her question so quickly that Moka didn't catch it the first time, so Kokoa reiterated. "Why?"

"Kokoa, please just understand."

"I can't understand!" The younger Vampire roared, pushing herself off of Moka. "There's no way I could after you said all of that stuff! Why not? Is it because we're sisters? I-I don't care and neither should you! You just said you loved me so…so why? No-one else has to know Onee-sama, it can be our little secret! A secret just between the two of us. I'll never ever tell anyone!"

"That won't work Kokoa. I can't be with you at all. Even in secret."

"But why!? After all the time I've spent obsessing over you and how you feel about me, after worrying so much I thought my dye was going to turn grey, after crying so much over you you're just going to kiss me, confess to me and then just crush me like it was nothing!?"

"Kokoa understand me here. I want to be with you! You make me feel so calm and at peace, make everything just seem so simple. But I can't."

"WHY!?"

"Because of Tsukune!"

Shrugging off Kokoa's grip Moka made to stand, with careful steps she motioned towards the window. Leaning the right side of her body on the windowsill Moka faced Kokoa The way the light illuminated one half of her body caused the created shadows to outline the sharpness of her majestic features. Something about the whole scene was strangely reminiscent in both their minds yet neither could identify why.

From the small part of her she caught in the windows reflection Moka could tell how suddenly disparate she seemed from herself but a few minutes ago. At a distance to everything, resigned, cool. When she spoke Moka sounded as if she were cut away from the situation.

"It's clear Tsukune loves me, both forms. Perhaps unequally but he does without a doubt love me." Moka stated all of this matter-of-factly as if she were reading information from a textbook. "And by all means I should love him too. He and I should have a perfect, happy romance. He and I should love each other for the rest of time. He and I should be with one another."

"It should be easy for me to love him, it's the natural thing to happen." Moka crossed her arms face remaining emotionless. "But, I don't. At a point I thought I did. I was sure of it. Then suddenly you exploded into a rage out of nowhere hurting Tsukune. It was sudden, brash, impulsive but when everyone else including the outer me was scowling and I was smiling I realised I missed that part of you. The you, you were trying so hard to suppress."

"And just like that I'd fallen out of love. The process was a lot more gradual but I'm certain that was the turning point. You turned my whole world upside down. I knew I should never try to pursue you, but yesterday in a moment of weakness I failed."

"That's beside the point though, irrelevant. As it remains nothing can come of this, not because of what we are to the other, not because of our shared blood, not because I don't feel anything for you but because of Tsukune."

"Because Tsukune deserves to have me!" Here her voice broke away from its earlier blank detachedness, "Because after everything I've put him through, everything that he's done for me it's what…what he wants and what he should get. I can't deny him that after everything he's done because of me. Tsukune deserves to be happy. And he would have been if you'd never made me feel this way Kokoa!"

"Why is this all about what Tsukune wants!" Kokoa broke in having had enough of this objective talk. "You're not some object that you can suddenly decide is owned, deserved by Tsukune. You're more than that! So much more! What you're saying now is that you feel you can't be your own person but Tsukune's?" Kokoa clenched her fists angrily, her youkai burst in a sudden wave. "That's pathetic!"

"Perhaps you're right." Moka pulled a thin tight smile, which judging by Kokoa's now grinding teeth did not help to diffuse the situation.

"Stop that! That's not what you should be saying. That's not what you should be saying! You're…You're…" Kokoa looked around wildly seeking to find the words that could express her emotions clearly. Fumbling, over the most basic of sentences, making a fool of herself trying to express herself. "Onee-sama isn't pathetic!"

"You think too highly of me Kokoa, I'm not as great as you think I am. I'm not flawless, I'm not the most beautiful, I'm not the strongest. If you opened your eyes and stopped looking through such biased lenses you'd see that."

"There's nothing to see! Why are you saying all of this? Why are you demeaning yourself? It makes no sense. Don't…don't let Tsukune do this to you. Don't let him turn you into a self-detrimental doll! You're way more than he is, you're way more than anyone else in the entire world! Why do you think everyone loves you so much? So much we'd all be willing to die for you, your mother, Tsukune, Akua and me!"

Kokoa stretched her hand out, stroking her fingers across Moka's cheek with slow, doting care. "You're perfect. Everything about you. The real you, the real Moka is perfect."

"But…Tsukune, I'll feel so guilty if I…"

"This isn't about what Tsukune wants. It's about what you want. About what you need."

"That's easy for you to say, you're just saying what you want to get me to pick you! I'm not stupid Kokoa." Moka wrenched Kokoa's arm away holding it above her head and forcing the smaller vampire to the wall. "You have no idea what kind of position I'm in! The kind of stress I'm under constantly worrying about stupid peoples opinion of me, worrying over satisfying Tsukune, worrying over being the perfect little Vampire for everyone to admire."

Moka's nails began to dig into Kokoa's skin, piercing the pale flesh. "Ow!"

"Isn't this what you want Kokoa?" She hissed into her little sister's ear. Lowering her right hand and holding Kokoa's in place with her left she grabbed the rise that marked the small girl's chest. "I can't tell you how much I want this."

"O-Onee-sama―" Suddenly Moka stole the breath from her lungs as she forced her leg in between the gap of Kokoa's thighs. Moka's height over her smaller sister meant she could easily use gravity to her advantage and she was given the sleaziest peek of Kokoa's shallow valley.

With a lazy finger Moka traced a line from Kokoa's full lips and across her oblique jawline before following the path of a single sweat droplet running to hide between Kokoa's pert breasts, returning her hand back to its original position.

"If I give you a night with me will that be enough to satisfy you? To make you let go of this sick, incestual perversion you possess so strongly." With thoughtless leisure Moka licked at her naughty little sisters ivory skin, moist warm saliva showed the journey from neck to ear. "Of course that could make this situation so much worse, tasting you once I might just go crazy getting hooked on your sweetness. I might never be able to let you sleep."

Kokoa's heart was thumping so strongly it felt to Moka as if it were pounding at its cage of ribs with frenzied iron fists, trying ever so much to escape it's confines. Kokoa was a mouse caught in the cats trap.

Excited Moka applied further force to Kokoa, when her foolish sister tried to open her mouth to speak Moka slammed their lips together. She could hear the dull thump as Kokoa's head collided with the wall but was unable to summon any concern or worry. All she could do was push herself into the fiery-headed Vampire, consuming every drop of her.

Her tongue was like a raging storm, battering at every inch of open mouth. She tightened her fingers over Kokoa's breast, pressing them deep into the yielding flesh. She began to grind her knee into Kokoa's crotch, her naked flesh meeting the fabric of Kokoa's last layer of modesty.

Slowly Moka's mind began to darken as she lost herself in her sick lust. "I want to devour you Kokoa, to rip off every layer keeping me from you" she spat out licking at her extended fangs. "To touch every single bit of your flesh, I want to trap you in my arms, to plunge my fangs in your throat and suck you dry."

"O-Onee-sama st―" Moka's hand left Kokoa's breast to take a sharp hold of her lips.

"Don't tell me to stop. This is exactly what you want don't try and lie to me." Quickly Kokoa resisted considerably less, satisfied Moka let go of her mouth and slyly began to sneak her hand up and under Kokoa's shirt, pulling the clothing away as her hand rose. Moka kept her eyes fixed on the rise and fall of the other girl's erratic chest. Listening to her sisters hysterical breathing.

Her hands clamped down on the tender flesh of Kokoa's naked breast as finally her hands found their destination. Kokoa jumped. "Does it feel good Kokoa?" She asked in a slow, teasing voice. She was going crazy her vision rapidly darkening as she was slowly swallowed by her desire, by the addictive poison of dominating her little sister.

She grinded harder, pressed harder. "It hurts! S-stop!" Kokoa cried.

I'm not letting you lie your way out of this one. Using all her strength Moka slammed into Kokoa, completely restricting Kokoa's movement. Even as Kokoa continued to throw out lies like one might litter she pressed harder, forced herself deeper.

"I want to make you scream." Further she went, pressing deeper and deeper. "I want to control you, to trap you forever, to make sure you will only ever love me."

This is ecstasy, Moka thought polluted by her sorrow.

"Stop! You're hurting me! Let go! Let go! Let go! IT HURTS!"

Moka looked into her whiny sister's eyes, fear. Slapped by sudden realisation Moka threw herself off of Kokoa as if the girl's hair had truly become fire. With no-one to support her Kokoa fell to the ground arms rushing to quickly try and reserve some of her modesty.

She saw it first, blood on Kokoa's right breast, five clear incisions rounded in a hand-like pattern. Second she felt it, sticking to her fingertips like warm syrup. Finally she smelt it, the fragrance which earlier had driver her crazy was now causing nausea to take over.

Oh my God, what have I done?

Moka was driven mad, no. She knew exactly what she was doing; she let herself force herself upon Kokoa for her own selfish reasons and she'd hurt her. I'm a monster.

"K-Kokoa, I…I…" Her hands were shaking, quivering like an old lady's. "I don't know what came over me, I…" Lies. Moka promptly spun on one foot and dashed for the door, the blood she left on the door handle as it turned, blood which was not hers frightened her eyes closed.

She shut the door. Leaving Kokoa alone and hurt on the wooden floor of her tainted bedroom.

"Lady Moka," Bertha greeted in sudden surprise. She looked around, quickly shutting Kokoa's door behind her. "Lady Kokoa was not in her room."

"It's alright Bertha," Moka assured the Head Servant, straightening her back. "Kokoa shared my bed with me last night. She's…safe."

"That's good to hear, wait…My Lady you're bleeding!"

Moka casually looked at the blood on the tips of her fingers, trying not to seem too concerned or disturbed. "I'm going to take a bath now, Kokoa is still resting. Please refrain from entering my room or you might wake her. Today is a rather emotional day for her, I think she needs all the rest she can get."

"O-of course my Lady but your hand."

"No need to worry." Unable to bear the sight of it any longer Moka wiped the blood on her nightgown, "Please bring the dress I am to wear to the bath for me."

"Of course my Lady," Bertha said with a bow, her eyes narrowed suspiciously when she couldn't identify cut nor injury anywhere on Moka's hand. "The blood…was not yours?"

"It was."

Or at least it might as well have been.

…

"Do you have it?" His tone was curt and thick with nervousness, if Akua had not been there she was sure her Father would not be putting up such a brave face. She cast a quick glance to the piece of jewellery cradled within Bertha's thick hands.

"Looks like it Father." Her remark was ignored with not even the slightest indication that Issa Shuzen had heard what she'd said it all. Instead his eyes remained steadily fixed on Moka's Rosario. The sweat collecting on his brow converged and condensed into a single large droplet, falling past the bridge of his nose.

Bertha looked up from her hands and replied: "Yes, Master. Lady Kokoa was not in her room at the time, it' seems she spent the night with Lady Moka. It was easy to retrieve. Lady Moka saw me on the way out but I do not think she expects anything. The Lady had… injured herself and was asking for a path. I'm almost certain she has no idea."

Those two shared a bed? I'm so jealous Kokoa-chan.

"Almost? I can't have an almost here. If Moka suspects even slightly what I am to do she'll try to stop it. I'd prefer not to have to restrain her in a violent manner if possible." Her father spoke through gritted teeth.

"My my, aren't we a little jumpy, Father?" Akua laughed, amused at her father's worried behaviour. "If Moka suspected anything she would never have given dear Bertha the time to reach us. Rest assured everything is alright. Except you said Moka was injured?"

Her father cut her a sharp glare, Bertha looked back and forth between father and daughter before answering. "Yes, though it must have been a small injury as it had already healed when Lady Moka exited the room. There was no cut nor injury that I could make out. The Lady is fine."

"Ah, I see. Good, I'm glad she's alright." With the most stressful affair over and done with she left the Rosary in the care of her father. Turning around she offered a mischievous wink and smile, "Now then, if you'll excuse me I have a funeral to prepare for."

…

The dress was finely tailored, to fit exactly her current proportions. The seamstress must have been one of considerable skill and merit to craft such a superb dress so quickly, not to mention they had to make three separate ones.

Kokoa's dress like all the other clothes at the occasion was a deep, rich red akin to blood. It was a custom for Vampire's, like one might wear black for a funeral for Vampire's the colour had been adapted to red. For what symbolism, well there were too many things to consider. In short, to Vampire's blood was important, necessary to live. It was probably something like that, Kokoa thought, fingers brushing along her right breast.

The injury had mostly vanished by now thanks to her superior regeneration. Right now there only remained slight scars which she suspected by tomorrow morning would be completely gone. It's not your fault, Onee-sama. That's what she wanted to say, but the person she needed to say it to was avoiding her.

After this funeral, after I leave tomorrow morning. Everything will go back to normal, back to…the way it should be. That thought left a hollow pit in her stomach. What Moka had said, when talking of owing Tsukune, of wanting to make him happy, of being pathetic, she'd felt such rage.

Then Moka twisted her words, got angry and shoved her against the wall. It was sudden and all Kokoa felt at the beginning was shock, then Moka started to say things such… wondrous things. But her stupor didn't last long as soon Moka was consumed by some evil.

That wasn't really a surprise though, someone as prideful as Moka suddenly believing she belonged to someone. That she wasn't her own person but theirs was sure to have a detrimental effect on her. Not to mention, if Moka's words could be believed she wanted, lusted after, loved her own sister. A love so persecuted would never be expected of her, the perfect Vampire. So of course she snapped.

But it's not her fault. I wasn't being helpful, I was just making it worse. I never knew she felt such pressure, the pressure to always be… perfect. Moka wasn't perfect, this morning was proof of that, the day before when she cried about being inferior to Outer Moka was proof of that. Slowly the image of her older sister, flawless, graceful, powerful and filled to the brim with pride was being eradicated.

However, Kokoa didn't mind. She found herself more attracted to Moka the less perfect she seemed, she loved the flawed Moka more. That was weird, right?

You like someone because of their strengths, you love them because of their flaws, Kokoa pondered on that statement. It was something like that.

Was Kokoa happy or sad? She couldn't figure it out, Moka felt the same way about her but Moka was unhappy, she was stressed. So whilst she should be ecstatic some part of her deep subconscious wouldn't allow her to be, instead Kokoa was just confused.

Her reflection studied her with half-lidded eyes, reaching out in a futile attempt to touch her. Instead Kokoa's fingers met cold glass and she was left gazing at the person in the mirror that was her, but so different.

The dress was tight around her slim waist and breasts, wrapping around her petite form like a glove, but it somehow still managed not to restrict her movement. Dark red suddenly expanded near her upper thigh where the dress exploded in a collection of lighter coloured frills and curls. Around the back of her neck was a turned up collar which connected to the high V-neck.

Her manicured fingernails were coated to match her attire, lips also dressed in a glossy sheen of red so viscous it looked as if it really were blood. Originally Kokoa had protested but she'd lost the fight against the stubborn stylist who insisted Kokoa wear her hair down for the occasion.

The stylist had also allotted to re-dye Kokoa's hair as the original dye was beginning to decay. The shade of red she had chosen was much richer than any Kokoa had worn before; her usual dye was a mix of orange and red. Difficult to tell apart the two and objective to how the light hit it. Now it was undeniably red, like everything about her. She was like a cherry atop waxen vanilla ice-cream.

Bothered by her falling bangs she puffed at them, forcing them from her eyes. Kokoa was surprised by how striking she appeared, she felt like a clown who had finished a killing spree with all the makeup and red she had on her. However how she felt and how she appeared were two completely different things.

With the help of a simple hair clip the stylist had managed to hold back the hair on the one side of her face whilst letting the other side fall over her eye. It was bothersome for Kokoa to have to constantly brush and blow the hair from her eye. The rest of her hair fell to just below her shoulders.

She was certain she had been staring at the mirror for an abnormal amount of time now but she just couldn't believe the person in the mirror was her, the person looked stylish, beautiful, graceful. Tsch, this is stupid. I look stupid. Knowing what the person underneath all the red, make-up and styled hair was really like Kokoa sighed. This isn't me, there's no way I could ever pull this off.

Still to say she wasn't impressed with what the stylist her father had found had done would be a lie.

Bertha arrived, after a long-winded, immoral and indecent ramble on how 'ravishing' she looked that had several times brought a violent blush to Kokoa's cheeks ended, she told Kokoa that the funeral was about to begin.

Kokoa wasn't sure really what to expect, it wasn't often that Vampire's died and as such she'd never attended a funeral for one before, she'd never attended any kind of funeral before. She wasn't asked to prepare a eulogy or anything resembling such. Considering how small and private the affair was she was clueless.

Then there was the question of how should she be feeling, sad, remorseful, regretful. She was feeling none of those only a sort of calm detachedness. The grief had only really hit her the one night and Moka had been there to comfort her, she'd worked through it. Today in her mind was just a formality that needed to happen.

Taking a deep breath, Kokoa pushed open the heavyset oaken doors and stepped into the smaller, private garden. The first thing that caught her attention was the three, ornate coffins lining the centre of the room. To think that those coffins held the bodies of her past mother and sister was unsettling.

It all seemed surreal and Kokoa didn't feel as if she were actually there right now, standing in that room, attending this funeral. Except a question was bugging her.

"Kokoa, you look splendid!" The owner of the voice was none other than her father, he was wearing a simple suit coloured to match the occasion, his hair and beard had been recently trimmed and styled. Dressed smartly and coupled with his sharp features and dark hair he seemed like a model cut straight out of a magazine.

Her father came up to her in his usual overbearing fashion squeezing Kokoa. "Hey don't squeeze me so hard! You'll wrinkle the dress." Giving in to her protests her father promptly removed his arms.

"You're the first one to arrive Kokoa. This occasion isn't going to be much I fear, just the four of us. I believe the time of our grief has passed, today is more of a brusque formality. Perhaps I might have been able to time this better to coincide closer to their actual passing but I believed the family needed time apart, to work through things by themselves."

Kokoa nodded slowly at her father's explanation. Somehow the atmosphere feels kind of ruined now. When her father was done explaining Kokoa asked the question that had been on her mind ever since she had entered the garden, "Why are there three coffins?"

For a moment a panicked look entered his eyes, "Well, Akasha never did have a funeral. So I thought today we could honour her as well."

Before Kokoa had a chance to respond the door swung open, this time the person entering was wearing a compact, form-hugging crimson Chinese dress with white and black embroidery lining the edges of the dress.

"Oh my," Akua smirked eyeing Kokoa up and down. "It seems I might actually have competition for once. But I must say Kokoa you look splendid."

Shocked by the admission Kokoa only managed to nod stiffly hating how unused to praise she was. "Th-thanks, you look good to."

Akua smiled in what must have been a sisterly way, the look felt misplaced directed at Kokoa instead of Moka. "Now where is Moka? I can't wait to see her. The dress is going to make her look fantastic!"

Akua and her father started a conversation apart from Kokoa and left her to her own musings waiting for the final guest to arrive. Most of the time was spent with her trying to keep her hair from her eyes while also using the fountain as a mirror to make sure her hair remained as it was.

It wasn't long Kokoa was kept waiting, two minutes at most. From the moment the doorknob was lowered her chest fluttered in that way so like butterflies. Moka entered and once Kokoa had a full view she thought that Akua's expectation of fantastic was far too understated.

Moka's dress was, in a word, dignified. Simplicity seemed to be the statement this dress tried to express, simplicity and elegance. Rosy coloured, deep V-neck, sparkling with vivid shades and a length that trailed around the back yet settled by the knees near the front.

Of course it wasn't the dress that was so magnificent, but the woman within it.

Kokoa was happy to note that when Moka's gaze fell upon her, Moka neither averted her eyes nor seemed unhappy. Instead they lingered and widened, a small smile cracking her placid exterior.

"Kokoa, you look amazing." Moka told her, moving to stand near Kokoa. "You should wear your hair down more often, it suits you." Moka raised her hand, but then seeming to think better of something lowered it once again.

"Really? I don't think it suits me at all. It's so annoying too." Kokoa tried to sell her point by blowing at her vision obstructing bang. "You look beautiful, Onee-sama."

Moka smiled once more before quickly becoming serious, "I'm sorry about this morning. What I did to you was wrong. I understand if you hate me, I just needed to apologise. I'm not going to make today worse for you by not apologising."

"Onee-sama, I don't hate you. I can't. I never realised…"

Her words didn't have a reassuring effect on Moka, but the opposite. Her brow furrowed unhappily and her horizontal lips sunk to form a frown. "I see. That's…good."

Confused Kokoa laughed awkwardly. Moka's tone clearly showed she didn't mean the words she had spoken. "Onee-sama, I forgive you. It wasn't your fault; you don't need to feel guilty. The wounds have basically all healed."

At the mention of the word wounds Moka visibly flinched. "Basically…" Moka rolled the word around in her mouth, drawling out each syllable. Her voice was filled with venomous contempt.

"Onee-sama…" Stupidly, so stupidly because no matter how hard Kokoa she tried she just couldn't figure out what went on in her older sister's mind, stupidly she reached out a hand of comfort.

Reacting like the hand was poison Moka stepped back, "I should go greet the others."

Suddenly her father took a position near the centremost coffin and began to speak. "This feels a little awkward, taking centre stage with such a small audience." Her father said, laughing at what he'd said. "My daughters, you all look absolutely stunning. The three of you are the most beautiful women I know."

"Now I know none of you have attended a Vampire's funeral, the occasion is a rare one as I'm sure you can imagine. Vampire's live too long for one day to be enough to celebrate their lives. Thus such an occasion is often left to the hosts own devices. I've never been a good planner of anything and I feel for most of us, our time of mourning has passed. So this funeral will be short and perhaps a little underwhelming."

Her father gestured towards a vase filled with red flowers of varying species. "Please grab a flower everyone." Responding to their fathers requests the girls all lined up and took a flower, Kokoa found grasped within her hands a lily.

With a quick wink directed at Kokoa their father continued, "When it's your turn, please step up to the coffin, throw in your flower and speak a few words of or to the person. Let's begin with Kahlua."

The four of them each lined a corner of the coffin, they each grabbed onto the coffin with a hand and with surprising ease carried the coffin to the designated grave, lowering it in to the dug-out earth. The first to throw in a flower was Kokoa. "Thanks for trying to play with me; I'm sorry we never had a chance to properly play together. I love you."

"You died earlier than I wanted, I'd hoped we could compete for just a little longer. I'll miss you," Akua said following Kokoa, the flower she picked caught the wind and slowly floated back and forth before gently resting on the coffin.

"You were strong, powerful and beautiful. You were faithful to your mother and tried your hardest to keep her happy, that I respect the most." Moka said, closing her eyes for a moment before depositing her flower.

"Kahlua, I loved you with all my heart. Now that you're gone a piece of my will always be missing, you were my precious daughter and I want to say sorry for not being the father you deserved."

When they were all done they all promptly made to grab another flower, with the same uniform synchronisation as last time they picked up Gokurou's coffin and placed it where it belonged.

Akua started off this time around. "For the little time that we worked together I got to know just how determined you could get, I caught a glimpse of what must have attracted Father to you."

Next was Moka, "You were an extremist. But you were driven crazy by love that at least I can understand a little."

"Gokurou, my dear wife. There's a lot I loved about you and even more I need to apologise for. I don't have the time to say all of those now so I'll just say this. I love you and I'm sorry."

Kokoa took a moment to phrase exactly what she was going to say, when she was clear about it she took a deep breath and spoke. "Mom, I'm sorry I never lived up to your expectations. I was never good enough. But from now on, I'm going to change, I'm going to become a daughter you can be proud of. I love you."

Everyone stepped back from Gokurou's coffin, when Kokoa's foot hit the ground she took a moment to look at both coffins and finally, for the last time realise that now Kahlua and her mother were gone. A sudden flood of emotion overwhelmed her, but she felt a hand rest itself on her shoulder and saw the sympathetic, slightly silly smile of her father.

Reacting she smiled back and squeezed on his hands. Her father wasn't completely useless. At least he's trying. Moka and Akua were standing a few feet away, Akua looked impatient, Moka's was eyeing the third coffin with a questioning look.

Her father took that as a cue to remove his hand and stand in front of the final coffin. Akua watched him with extreme attention, her mouth pulled into a tight line that Kokoa was unable to read. Her father cleared his throat, drawing Kokoa and Moka's attention.

"Today, we will also officially mark the passing of yet another woman precious to us all who was sadly consumed by the struggle of good versus evil. A wife, mother and friend. Akasha Bloodriver." Issa Shuzen passed his gaze flittering quickly between Kokoa and Moka, before settling on Akua. Akua gave a slight nod.

"Sadly however, there is one thing that needs to be done before we that can happen. There is still one part of Akasha that lives on in this world." At that Moka visibly tensed, what is he talking about? Kokoa wondered, but a sudden feeling of dread washed over her.

"Akasha lives on in this!" It was in his hands so fast Kokoa never saw which pocket he removed it from. What! Impossible! I hid it! I hid it! How did he… Moka's face whipped to meet Kokoa's. but no matter how hard she tried Kokoa couldn't answer the question within them. No way..how did he…I promised Moka I would protect it. Her father held Moka's Rosary tight between his fingers.

"Did you know Moka, Kokoa. The person you know as Outer Moka is in fact a copy of Akasha created to protect you, Moka from the likes of Alucard. Of course now that he's gone it serves no use. Akua made a promise to Akasha and as Akasha's husband I have to be the one to do this. Hate me if you must. But this must happen."

"What do you think you're trying to do!" Kokoa shouted finding her voice, "Are you going crazy or something!?" She tried to move forward and close the gap between her and her father but before she had the chance Akua was in front of her.

"Just keep quiet and watch Kokoa, I don't want to hurt you."

Kokoa sneered at Akua, "As if!" She tightened her muscles like a spring and bolted, she moved past Akua and was about to reach her father when suddenly there was a hand on her arm. She was yanked back by the arm and the combined force of the pull and her speed felt like it was going to rip off her arm. "Ow!'

Akua had grabbed a hold of her and looked annoyed. "Cool your head!"

"No way! What are you two trying to do!? What you're doing makes no sense!"

"It would if you would just listen! Outer Moka doesn't exist! She's a copy of Akasha that only existed to protect Moka from Alucard, and now that he's gone there's no use for it! Akasha needs to pass on and Moka needs to be set free." Akua tightened her grip on Kokoa and brought her other arm around to wrap around Kokoa, holding her in an immobile position.

"You want to kill her! That's wrong!" Kokoa tried to struggle, she felt like her veins were going to pop from stress but still Akua barely budged. She tried to call to Kou-chan, but if her beloved bat was still in the forest he would never make it in time.

"This needs to happen Kokoa. All remnants of Akasha need to pass on."

Panicked and unable to do anything Kokoa looked towards Moka, it was her Rosary, weren't she and Outer friends? "Moka!" Her yell yielded no results, Moka frozen to the spot. She was neither speaking nor moving, just remaining still like a statue.

"I'm sorry Kokoa. Moka. Akasha." Everything seemed to slow down, the time it took for her father to reach into his coat and pull out a silver dagger seemed like hours, watching him raise the dagger to the air, days. But when the knife came crashing down, that happened in an instant.

"No stop! Don't kill her!"

Her shout reached no ears, the silver dagger hit the ruby of Moka's Rosary, the dagger sent sparks flying as it's sharp point slid across the smooth surface. Her father grunted when the blade only nicked the gem, causing only a scratch. Her father raised it again, and again was unable to pierce the red gem.

Every time the knife swung down Kokoa shouted and every time her voice achieved nothing. There was a second swing, a third. Her father gritted his teeth, his grip tightened and his Youki fluctuated uncontrollably.

On the fourth swing Moka reacted, "Wait! STOP!"

But was too late.

The blade cracked straight through the Rosaries gem, piercing it all the way through, going as far as to impale itself on Issa's hand. With a grunt he yanked it out of his hand, the blood coating the blade almost making it seem as if the gem itself were bleeding, as if Outer Moka were bleeding, dying.

There was a bright light that's rays shot into Kokoa's eyes forcing her to close them, there was a high ringing sound like white noise.

When Kokoa opened her eyes she met an angel.

…

Her body screamed at her to react, to stop the knife's plunge into her other heart. Yet her mind was still processing, still trying to figure out just what was occurring. Do I really want to stop the knife? Was mother really in there? Mother has been protecting me the whole !

"Wait! STOP!"

She already knew that it was too late, but she had to try no matter how unlikely the possibility seemed, she had to be able to say she did something.

White light, white noise, white angel.

Floating –no something far more graceful-above her father's head, was Outer Moka, or Akasha Bloodriver, or mother. Her cotton candy pink hair looked like waves on a calm beach. She was wrapped in white angelic light, her essence poured forth from the Rosary, filling out her half transparent form.

When her eyes first opened she looked down at Issa and her lips curled upwards. "A-A-Akasha!"

"Hello Issa, it's been too long. You've let your beard grow out of control." The melody of her laughter was high and harmonious. "It doesn't suit you at all."

"Akasha I―" The apparition of her mother put a ghostly finger to Issa's lips, shutting his mouth.

"I know there's a lot you want to say, there's a lot I want to say too. But we don't have the time. Now is the time I took care of our daughters isn't it?" It was apparent Issa wanted to say more, you could see it in his wild eyes and his twitching fingers. But with a considerable show of willpower, he swallowed, closed his eyes, shook his head and nodded.

"You always brought out the best in me, Akasha." He cupped her cheek with a rough hand, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

"Likewise." Her mother said before pulling away from Issa, she flew, or glided over to Akua who for once seemed too shocked to say anything. "Akua, thank you. I knew I could count on you. I know I'm not your real mother but that doesn't stop me from loving you like my own daughter. You're the strongest person I know, and I know, no matter what happens you'll be alright." The apparition bent over and kissed Akua on the forehead.

Next was Kokoa. "It's Outer Moka that want's to speak to you Kokoa. Is that alright?" Dumbly Kokoa nodded and the angel spoke, "Kokoa, you were a great sister. I'm lucky to have had you. I'm so happy you grew to love me, I grew to love you too. For you, I have a selfish request. Can you please tell Tsukune that I love him, that I love him more than anything in the entire world and that I'm sorry I couldn't be with him. Could you do that for me, Kokoa?"

"O-of course," Kokoa replied solemnly. Outer Moka smiled. Then as one final act of affection she hugged Kokoa, pressing the redhead into the crook of her neck.

"Thank you."

The apparition let go of Kokoa with tears like diamond falling from its cheeks. Finally her mother came to her last destination, the look she gave Moka was only one a mother could give. Sad happiness.

"Mother!" Moka cried out, "Is that really you? Is it really you mom?"

Placing a hand on both cheeks and pressing their foreheads together her mother laughed. "It's me Moka, it's me my little princess. Although you're not so little anymore."

"Mother…"

"Yes?"

"I never got to say goodbye."

"No and neither did I. It's fortunate events turned out the way they did because now I get to see my little princess all grown up."

"You protected me."

"Of course I did. You're my precious daughter. Nothing is more important to me than you are. I will always do my all to keep you safe." The spirit of her mother gave her a final parting smile, eyes glistening and tears glittering in the air.

"Listen to me okay. You don't have to be perfect anymore, you've done more than I could have ever wanted you to do. All that matters now is that you're happy. The copy I created caused you more misery than I could have imagined. If it weren't for Kokoa…I don't know what would have happened to you. I want to let you know, that I don't care what kind of love you pursue. All I want is for you to be happy with whoever you want to be happy with. Make your happiness your own. Never question love. That's a mother's advice for her daughter. You will always have my support."

"Goodbye Moka, I love you."

...

The scene had a strange sense of déjà vu, Kokoa was convinced this was just another dream her troubled mind had conjured up to torture her with. However she couldn't remember falling asleep, or rather she couldn't picture herself sleeping after the events of today. The funeral had ended rather abruptly with only her father somehow finding a voice to speak with.

"Onee-sama?" She ventured, hoping and at the same time dreading that this really was her. The door swung open silently and the person she wanted walked into the room with shy, apprehensive steps.

"Sorry. I didn't wake you did I, Kokoa?" Her sister came to sit at the edge of Kokoa's bed. Unlike Kokoa who had changed at some point in the evening to more comfortable pyjamas, the room's other occupant was still wearing the same red dress. The sense of this happening all before ran over her again.

"N-no. I wasn't really able to get much sleep. I was just lying awake." Kokoa explained her uneasiness and fettered around with her hair.

"I see. Say do you remember something like this happening in the past, Kokoa?"

"Something, like what?"

"Like this," she gestured vaguely to the entire room. "Of me coming in to your room. Of you lying in your bed. I'm even wearing a similar dress to that time." Moka scooted closer to Kokoa, shortening the gap between their two bodies. "You don't remember, Kokoa? It was the night just before I left. I guess then, like now I had some inexplicable urge to see you, Kokoa."

Suddenly feeling very self-conscious Kokoa pulled up her blanket to just underneath her chin. Now that she mentions it, I had a dream like this. Right it was the first dream I ever had of Onee-sama. "Now that you mention it, I do remember a situation like this once. Kind of."

"Really. That's great, Kokoa." Again Moka moved closer to her. "Last time though, you ended up crying, Kokoa. How do you feel right now? Do you feel like crying?"

"No. How about you, Onee-sama?"

"I think I've cried more than my fair share lately. If I had to be honest with you Kokoa, I'm the happiest right now than I've been in a long time. Is that wrong? The Outer me, my mother is gone now but I'm…happy. How do you feel about everything?"

"I miss her. I miss everyone but I don't want to get caught up on these feelings and not move on. She needed to go, I regret and understand that. At least now…Onee-sama will always be Onee-sama."

"Yes from now on, I'll be able to see you whenever I want, Kokoa."

"Onee-sama what's wrong? You keep saying my name and…you're not yourself." It was a strange feeling, Kokoa felt as if she were conversing with a stranger not anyone like her beloved sister. She extended a concerned hand to grab a hold of Moka.

In response Moka's eyes narrowed, growing darker and more unforgiving. She bit into her lip, gnawing at the pink flesh of her lip before sighing deeply. "Can I?" She asked her hand hovering over Kokoa's injuries. Kokoa nodded and with slight apprehension Moka stretched the collar of Kokoa's top until, exposing petite girls chest and the small, remaining wounds.

"I did this to you. This morning I did something horrible to you. Yet you forgave me." The owner of the voice traced a hand over the scarred flesh, leant in and planted a light, almost non-existent kiss on all five finger wounds. Kokoa's heart was beating rapidly and she was certain Moka could hear it.

"That worries me. That even after I did something so horrible to you, you barely took any time to forgive me. It makes me wonder just how far I can go, just how far I can break you. And I hate myself for having these thoughts. But more worrying than that is how much I've hurt you, I feel sick every time I think of all the times I ignored you and your feelings."

"And because of that I don't know how to talk to you. I don't know why you love me so much, I don't know which parts of me you love. It should be obvious to me but it isn't. The extent to which I love you frightens me and so I can't get what's on my mind across to you. I try to find the slightest excuses as to why I mustn't let myself love you. I latch onto Tsukune, to this feeling of debt I owe him and I multiply it to give me an excuse to refuse your feelings."

"But after today, after I spoke with my mother. She told me exactly what you told me. That it should be my happiness that counts, she said I mustn't question my love. So if you're wondering why I'm acting so weird it's because I don't know how to approach you, to apologise for everything I've done, everything I might do and tell you clearly that…that…"

Everything was being said too quickly for Kokoa to even have a hope to follow. Just two days ago she believed her feelings for Moka were unrequited and now within that same time span Moka had already a number of times confessed to Kokoa, then denied her, only to feel guilty about how she treated her and then to… say what? There was too much talking going on.

"Onee-sama stop! Just stop talking! All you've been doing is talking and it's time that you stop!" To make sure her orders were followed Kokoa slapped her hands over Moka's mouth and nose. Her elder sister's eyes widened in shock but she didn't struggle or try to talk. Satisfied that Moka wouldn't resist Kokoa continued.

"You've been thinking, you've been talking and most off all you've been confusing me! I'm sorry but I just can't keep up. I understand emotional but this is just ridiculous! You get three sentences, maximum ten words each to say everything you want to say. I don't care about this or about that. All I care about is how you feel right now. Got it?"

Still stunned at Kokoa's sudden change of attitude all Moka could do for now was mutter apologies.

"Ah! Three sentences! Don't waste any of them on useless things!" She cracked down suddenly ending Moka's rumblings.

Swallowing Moka nodded. Then she took a moment to gather her thoughts.

"Kokoa, I'm sorry for everything I've done to you." Satisfied, Kokoa nodded.

"I love you. The most." Blushing, Kokoa nodded.

"I want to make love to you. Tonight. Let's have sex."

That was one word over the limit, not that Kokoa's shattered mind was able to notice. Despite everything that had been said, despite all the emotions the both of them were obviously experiencing, or rather because of. Because of everything that had happened, because of the Moka's aloof frankness and because of how much she wanted it only one word was reverberating through Kokoa's mind.

S-s-s-s-s-sex.

….

The click as the door was locked shut hit Kokoa as if she could actually feel the sound wave. She was aware of how hyper-sensitive she had suddenly become, how deafeningly loud her heart was beating and how difficult it had become to breathe. She just hoped Moka hadn't noticed yet.

Moka was faring about as well as her little sister, she had only barely managed to keep her grip from slipping on the door handle her hand was so coated in sweat. She knew she had to take control, she wanted to but that didn't stop her nervousness from seeping in like water into old wood. Swallowing she turned around to face Kokoa sitting cross-legged on the bed.

Constantly in an obvious pattern Kokoa was glancing up and down, twiddling her toes, then raising her head to look at Moka with heavily blushed cheeks before returning her attention to her toes. The timid display of interest endeared Moka and with slow meandering she closed the gap between them.

The younger girl watched with wide eyes and bated breath the slow sashay of Moka's hips, waiting for the beauty to reach her. Kokoa's pyjamas were casual and unexciting, a short plain white top with silk, tom boyishly designed boxers. Yet at that moment nothing could have both annoyed and attracted the silver-haired beauty more.

When Moka arrived at the edge of the bed she placed the palms of her hands on the duvet leaning forward suggestively. It was all too apparent where her soon-to-be lover's eyes went. Kokoa gulped and she wiggled in her spot, the short top she was wearing moved up at her repositioning revealing more of the ashen skin which lay beneath it.

Creeping forward Moka placed a knee on the bed and began stalking closer towards Kokoa with feline seductiveness. She broke into the smaller girl's space bringing their two heads an inch apart. The tightness of Moka's dress pushed up her breasts and their current position meant Kokoa had an unobstructed view at all of Moka's cleavage.

The tight breaths she managed to take provided little air and Kokoa felt herself going dizzy as blood rushed from her head to accommodate more demanding parts of her body. The redhead tried to back away from the approaching cat but just as she was about to escape her clumsy thumb caught the hem of her boxers. She fell backwards, head landing atop a feather pillow and body strewn in a helpless position with her boxers half down on one side of her body.

Reacting with reflexes expected of an apex predator the wildcat grabbed at Kokoa's hand which tried to rectify her boxers. Cheekily Moka took the small hand she had caught and placed it on her breast. She pulled Kokoa up to her knees and pressed their sensitive bodies together, forcing Kokoa's hand to feel the softness of her breast.

"Can you feel that, Kokoa?" Moka's voice was barely above a whisper and there was a jump in her tone that signified her anxiety. Her hand cupped the bare skin of Koko's butt her boxers had left exposed. She rubbed her thumb over the smooth skin, loving the softness. "We've barely started and already you've made my heart pound so hard."

She could feel it, the erratic uncontrollable beating of her sisters heart, a heart that right now beat for her. Being desired like this, like she had always wanted to be sent Kokoa into a state of limbo. Was this just another dream? She wondered. Everything seemed so real and vivid it had to be reality, but she had been tricked before.

"And if you think that's something, wait till you see down there." That sentence shot Kokoa out of her inner musings as a heavy wave of arousal swallowed her. Being desired like this, by Moka the one person she had always loved the most, who she'd craved for and believed she'd never have was like pouring gasoline into a wildfire.

"Onee-sama…"

"Tonight, only call me Moka." Kokoa felt a weight on her lips as Moka pressed two fingers to them. "Say it."

"Moka." Her sisters fingers curved over her lips as she mouthed the two syllables of her name. "Moka." There was an undeniable ring and feel to the name Kokoa hadn't experienced before, this way of addressing her made her heart jump in a strange new way.

Being referred to in this was from Kokoa was also having an effect on Moka. She placed her other hand over Kokoa's breast and leaned in. "Say it again."

This time when Kokoa's mouth opened she brushed her fingers over the smaller girls teeth and gums. Kokoa's fangs were erect an additional sign of her arousal. The intrusion of the older Vampire's fingers in her mouth elicited a kinky spark within Kokoa, when Moka's fingers brushed across her fang she gasped at the sudden and powerful sensation.

Noticing the gasp Moka brought her fingers over the fang again, when Kokoa shook beneath her she knew she'd discovered something interesting. "Open your mouth wider." She commanded her victim who promptly followed her order.

With a widened gap Moka managed to peer directly into Kokoa's throat, she noted the glistening and twitching of Kokoa's tongue, the shining red sheen of her gums and the dark expanse of her throat. The thought of peering into her sister in such a way, of seeing inside her body a view no-one had ever seen elicited deep arousal within Moka.

Also falling prey to being examined so thoroughly was Kokoa whose body was quickly growing unbearably hot. Her clothes were becoming a coffin and were beginning to suffocate her. "Mokaaa."

Thrown suddenly back in the moment by her sisters pleading voice Moka stopped her examination. "I'm sorry. I was enthralled by you," she explained. "I don't think I can hold back any longer, I need to touch more of you."

Nodding Kokoa wrapped her arms across the silver beauties waist. "Alright."

Moka grabbed a hold of Kokoa's chin and brought their lips centimetres apart.

Then they both became suspended, unable to move the final insubstantially small gap between them. They both knew that now was the last time to stop, that once this kiss happened they wouldn't be able to stop. That soon they would both be crossing that barrier which neither of them could ever return from.

I want Moka to see me as I see myself.

I want Kokoa to love me even after I show her this side of me.

They breathed into each other fangs glinting in the low light. The desire Kokoa felt for the beauty had her blood pumping through to every part of her, reddening her skin and igniting the fire within her belly.

Opening her heart up as wide as she could, preparing to splay herself completely bare both in body and mind before Moka. "Please be gentle." She said, crossing the barrier and closing the gap. Warm sweet lips met hers and everything became fuzzier.

They were both ice, they were both fire and they melted each other. It didn't take any time at all for lips to pry and eager, seeking tongues to slip in and invade. The warmth of Moka's mouth was all Kokoa could focus on for a time. When she closed her eyes, her senses strengthened and she could feel the scalding heat of Moka.

Moka was the first to moan, it was a throaty grumble that resounded through her and into Kokoa. In response the fiery-haired vixen nipped her partners lower lip, holding it securely between two fangs. The two of them continued the deep kiss, Moka wrapped an arm around Kokoa and brought her closer. Her other hand was sent snaking underneath the fabric of Kokoa's shirt, sliding across her taut stomach rising ever higher.

"Haaah," Kokoa breathed in sucking in the hot air trapped in her sister's mouth. She pushed their teeth together, tilting their heads opposite direction and hooking their fangs together. The strange new sensation set the both of them shaking as pleasure was formed from rubbing their fangs together.

A flip switched within Moka and primal urge began to take hold. With barely contained tenderness she rested her hand on her prey's bare naked breast. Descending she pushed the two of them onto the bed. Kokoa's breasts receded as she lay down until they were only two small handfuls.

Feeling Moka through her dress the redhead began to lightly fondle the abundant flesh that was given to her. Her fingers moulded into the flesh and the feeling was one she had immediately come to love. She jumped as Moka's fingers discovered the sensitive nerves of her nipple. "Hnnng."

Then the weight on top of Kokoa vanished and goose bumps rose on her sensitive skin where the cool night air blew on her and froze her hot sweat. Sitting up she was greeted by the stunning site of her partner undressing.

There was something erotic about being watched when undressing and to capitalise on that something Moka made sure she took her time, slowly shimmying out of her dress taking every moment she could to slowly tease the gobsmacked Kokoa. With a silent thud her dress fell to the floor and she stood in full view, clad only in her bra and panties.

There was a faint moist sheen that sparkled by Moka's inner thigh, realising what the substance was Kokoa lost all ability to speak or form coherent thought. Embarrassed and aware of her own arousal Moka set her mouth into a tight, bashful smile. She quickly crawled back onto the bed, this time slinking around behind her admirer.

"Can you see what you're doing to me, Kokoa? All of that was for you." Moka whispered, tickling the back of her sisters ear as she embraced her from behind. "Just kissing you and knowing you're all mine does this to me."

"Mmmmoka…" The petite girl breathed fusing her moan with the name of her lover. Moka began to nibble on her ear sending whole new drizzles of delight over Kokoa. With slow, fluid motion Moka began to rock herself against Kokoa, moaning steamily right into her ear.

Moka then began to undress the smaller girl, she grabbed the hem of Kokoa's top and with some minor help from Kokoa pulled the top over and off her head. Reverently Moka glided one finger along the curve of Kokoa's exposed spine her other arm wrapping around to rub circles around the redheads tone stomach.

"Uuuhmm…M-my boobs are kind o-of small so… I'd understand if―"

"Don't be absurd." Moka quickly cut in, she moved both her hands to cup Kokoa's breasts. She began to fondle them flicking her thumb over each nipple to increase the stimulation. In between Kokoa's gasps and moans she continued, "Sure some people might say that about them, but not me." She stretched her neck and began to kiss Kokoa, pressing into her soft burning lips and beginning to dance with her tongue.

"The reason I love you, the reason I want to be with you…" The scent rolling off of her little flower sent Moka a little wild. She placed a trail of hot kisses from ear to neck, to shoulder, working her way back up where she began to lick and nibble at the neck, smiling a little as Kokoa quivered in shallow delight. "Is because you're you. You're you and that's what I love. I love everything about you."

"Moka!" She shouted suddenly overwhelmed by emotion, she spun around and clung to her sister. Surprising the silver beauty who dumbly held her in befuddled response. "Moka! Moka! Moka! I love you too! I love everything about you! You're all I've ever wanted and now you're here with me. I'm scared this might all just be a dream."

Kokoa looked up with teary eyes to Moka who was just smiling lazily, faint amusement sparkling in her crimson eyes. She ran her fingers through Kokoa's hair, tucking strands behind her ear. "You know I think you're much prettier with your hair down, Kokoa."

"Huh?"

"But all I can say is that we won't know if this is a dream until the morning. It certainly feels like one doesn't it? But unbelievable things always do. Whether or not this is a dream though…" She reached behind her back, finding the clip of her bra and with a click the article was removed from play. Rising up compressed their breasts together, their flesh obliging and sinking with the others.

There was a tinge of sensation and the feel of their sizzling skins in contact drove their hearts mad. Kokoa's cheek was blushed both from arousal and embarrassment, her lips slightly parted in wonderment. Their hot breaths mixed and mingled and with upturned lips Moka pecked her little sister. "Whether or not this is a dream I still want to do this, to make love to you. Okay?"

"O-okay."

"Tonight can be passionate, it can be fun and it can be silly. Or it could be a big mess. It might get scary, if it does promise me you'll tell me to stop. Otherwise I don't know what I might do. Everything about you is like a drug to me, your scent, the taste of your saliva and your blood."

Moka began to finger at the hem of Kokoa's boxers feeling the damp silk and massaging Kokoa's core with her fingers. "I might lose control." Pressing a flat palm to the redheads belly she began to slowly snake her hand down the burning length of Kokoa's body, making the small girl gasp as sparks of electricity coursed through her.

Kokoa shut her eyes in tense anticipation as Moka began to draw away her boxers. She was self-consciously aware of how embarrassingly the wet fabric stuck to her body, her wetness greedily clinging to every inch of skin. "I want to taste all of you."

Her world became inverted as Moka once again reversed their positions, placing herself on top of Kokoa. The petite girl gasped as her nipple was covered in a moist hot blanket. Moka sucked and licked at the sensitive bud while her hand worked the other breast.

"M-moka…haaah," Her voice didn't feel like it belonged to her, it was so low and pitchy. Uncontrolled and sultry. After one final flick of her tongue Moka released the redheads nipple with a popping sound. So she began a salivated scorching path with her tongue across the smooth skin of Kokoa's soft stomach, delving lower and lower in search of the forbidden depths.

Moka pushed apart Kokoa's legs, exposing the girls dripping sex to her full perusal. The pungent aroma of the girls arousal acted both as an aphrodisiac and a numbing agent, dulling all sense of time or place. It truly seemed like they were the only two people in the world.

Entranced and fascinated Moka studied the most secret part of her sister. Kokoa's lower lips were soaking, tinged in the most remarkable shade of cherry red. Her pearl was unhidden, poking out to meet the night.

"Uh-uh-uhh, p-please! S-stop looking!" Kokoa complained, her high whiny voice piercing the through the veil of Moka's fascination.

"I'll get started then."

Dip, tender fiery touch, slide. Moka's tongue repeated those actions licking at Kokoa's core, lapping up the flowing honey. A taste that was strange yet…with a something to it that only made her crave more.

"Ah!" Kokoa lightly screamed at the sudden torrent of brand new, intense delight. Devilish pleasure formed within Moka upon hearing the smaller girl's reactions. She continued the surface deep, experimental embrace for a while longer, gliding her tongue across Kokoa's closed lips. She flicked at Kokoa's most sensitive part and the girl jumped and moaned.

Wanting more from Kokoa, the silver haired beauty pushed past the lower lips and began to probe at the redheads tight, contracting inner walls. The sudden stimulation of hidden nerves that had never been pleasured by another's tongue before caused Kokoa to moan heavily, low and lungless.

Kokoa's back began to arch in carnal delight as Moka's tongue continued to explore and run across the bumps and contours of Kokoa's inner cave. Her moans and soft exclamations of delight were echoed by her quivering limbs, sweating body and the spasms of her toes, curling and uncurling with every flick of Moka's tongue against extra pleasurable parts.

Then Moka began to play with her breasts, fondling them and providing extra sensation.

Due to her high arousal and the double assault of Moka almost no time passed before Kokoa felt the tightness in her stomach that signalled an oncoming explosion. She was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling erratically, body quivering erotically as only one consumed in carnal delight could.

Moka could feel the oncoming orgasm. She sensed it in the increasing frequency of Kokoa's cries, in the harder pounding of the little girl's heart and in the tightness in which Kokoa's inner walls gripped her tongue.

Driving the moment home the older Vampiress surrounded the fiery sexual pearl of her lover. The extreme penetrating bliss swallowed up the indulgent Kokoa and both the core of her body and the back of her brain seemed to ignite in nirvanic sensation.

Her back arched alight in carnal satisfaction, toes spasming and all the breath in her lungs was pushed out until she was left silently exhaling nothing. For a moment the small girl was raised to a heaven-like place in which she did not think a thought but only felt.

When the whiteness covering her eyes faded and her mind returned to her body she was clinging to the back of Moka's head. Letting go she fell back and speechless tried to speak but could only manage out ragged breaths and nonsensical mumblings.

"Everything about you is delicious. You're like the forbidden fruit, Kokoa." Moka crawled and wrapped her arms around her sister absorbed in the afterglow of her bliss. "Can I drink more of you?" Without waiting for a response she sunk her fangs into Kokoa's fragile neck and began to feast upon her blood.

Flooded with the warmth and deliciousness of her sisters life force Moka held her tight and drank. Feeling her energy being sapped out of her and quickly reaching a dangerously low level Kokoa instinctually reacted and bit into Moka.

Their bodies shook as they exchanged blood in this forbidden hold. Libido's recharging and arousals firing up all over again. Kokoa reacted first to her new found drive, slipping her hand into Moka's panties and then her fingers into Moka. Moka's core was dripping and hot which excited Kokoa all over again.

In response to the sudden stimulus and shocking wave of pleasure Moka bit harder into Kokoa and followed her example by teasing Kokoa's entrance before sliding in as well. Both girls bit down at the intrusion but neither felt pain. Instead the harder they bit the stronger the shallow sense of pleasure emanating from their fangs became.

Scorching bodies pressed together, fangs sunk into the other and fingers working to drizzle delight over their partner the two girls shared a deep, forbidden, lust satiating embrace.

Driven quickly to the edge the sisters reached nirvana together. They clawed into the others back and held each other tight as their bodies shook and limbs became limp in the overwhelming sensation of fireworks exploding behind their eyes.

They fell and lay motionless aside from their breathing, basking in the afterglow.

Sliding on top of Kokoa, Moka whispered: "I'm not done yet."

The night continued on but for the two of them they felt suspended in time. All that existed was the other person, the person they loved more than any in the world, the person they craved, the person they were forbidden to love and the person they had cried over.

All that existed was them, them satisfying their lusts, them opening their hearts to the other and them showing themselves completely bare without fear of criticism.

They satisfied their love, abolished their fears and embraced with open arms a new future together.

It was the first night for them both, a night that they would surely remember forever. For that was the night when they patched that hole missing in their hearts.

That was the night where they might not have found, but have come to realise the existence of their soulmate.

Was it wrong? Perhaps. But love is like that. It transcends the barriers of morality and societal views.

But does any of that really matter when, in the end they're both happy?

No. Because that's all that matters.

That night, love was realised and two hearts were bound forever together.

…

A place in the mountains

For Kuroi the past year had been kind of dull. Nothing exciting had happened or anything that really made her think: Woah!

She'd even say the past year had been kind of boring. There had been no drama, no almost-deaths, no world threatening super villains to be defeated and even no guests to their lovely abode!

But… It wasn't all bad.

Akko had finally –after years and years of perseverance- carved a special place into her heart. Surely most people would have been driven crazy or given up long before, but not Akko. Never Akko. It had taken long, perhaps too long but it had happened. She'd finally fallen for and returned the fox girls feelings.

And because of their mutual feelings the sex became great!

But that's digressing. Let's just say her and Akko finally became something special. Sappy stuff bored Kuroi so she'd just omit all of that and say, to Akko's face every morning when they woke up and every night when they went to bed, to remind Akko that her feelings really were genuine.

"I love you."

And Akko would always crack open a wide stupid grin and say: "Kyaa!" Akko would then promptly follow through with a thorough glomping, which really was annoying early in the morning and rubbed Kuroi's fur the wrong way when she was just waking up. But then she would tone down and snuggle up close to Kuroi, tuck herself into a ball and wrap their tails together. Then in a shy, effeminate voice so unlike her she'd say: "I know. Thanks."

Those words always made her feel guilty for abusing Akko's feelings of her for so long, but she deserved to feel that every day as a reminder of just how strongly Akko loved her and just how much she would always owe that energetic fox-girl.

"Umm, Kuroi? Akko? Are you guys in there?" Mari's timid voice asked through the door.

"Yeah! You can come in!" She replied. Mari walked in – and to Mari, kudo's for not even blushing at the position Akko and her were strewn in- gave the room a quick glance and sighed at the less than clean state of it.

"Honestly you two…Kora is calling you Kuroi. She say's guests have arrived and she wants you to help greet them."

(Oh yeah, Akko also finally helped patch things up between Kuroi and Kora, insisting that the two had to finally talk about what happened between them. Mari silently agreed, but again the fox-girls initiative and frank, to the point personality was what was really needed. She convinced Mari to close the two of them into a portal for a week! Well at least they said what they needed to say.)

"Sure thing bubble butt. I'll be right there. Ah Akko if you could just move your arm like…yeah that's perfect now uhm, like that annnnd done!" She patted her hands together as she managed to untangle herself from the overly limber fox-girl and quickly stretched out her muscles.

"Ah! I forgot to go water the strawberries!" Akko shouted quickly shooting to her feet, now Mari did blush as the fox-girl had promptly forgotten to put on any underwear or try to cover herself up at least semi-modestly. She grabbed a hold of Kuroi and gave her a quick peck before waving goodbye, transforming into a fox and going to help maintain the two of theirs latest project.

"Well I'm off!" Kuroi declared fussing with Mari's hair before transforming into a more agile form. It took her less than a minute to track Kora by sense of smell and soon the two of them were sitting on top of one of the cottages and reviewing their latest guests.

"So they're back huh… Strange the boys not with them, or the two black hairs." Kora remarked in observation of the group.

There was something about the way everyone down there was acting that set off bells in Kuroi's head. The purple and blue ones were consistently holding hands, the blue one always hugging and touching and fussing. Whilst purple just stood there with a small smile plastered onto face. Blue even to Kuroi's wonderment pressed an ear to the purples one's belly as if she were trying to listen to something. They looked like honeymooners.

At the same time reddy and silver were just laughing at the antics of the other two. While there were no clear signs she was certain something was up. Those two hadn't been so comfortable the first time they'd come here and now they acted…almost like a married couple would.

"Oh…God."

"What?" Kora asked, turning to look at the stunned panther. Kuroi finally put all the dots together and the shock was enough to make up for the dullness of the entire year, in fact the shock was enough to last many more years to come.

"Now the whole flipping forest is going to turn gay!"

…

Final Musings Of Kokoa

I'm not sure how long I'll live, it could be millennia, centuries, decades or even just one more year.

The memories of that night will never leave me.

That night where you held me, kissed me and touched me all over.

It wasn't the best night we had together, we've had many since that time that were far more spectacular.

But it was the first time.

That means something.

For me and for you.

At that time it meant everything.

Whenever I'm feeling down, or when we've just had a fight(because there's always fighting involved in love of any kind) I think back and remember us then, compare us to now and realise even after all these years we still haven't changed.

We might act like we're all mature, like we don't care what other people think of us and that we're certain of our love. After everything we've been through together how can we not be absolutely sure of our feelings for each other?

But we're not entirely sure. Even though we want to be. Doubts always creep in, somewhere someplace sometimes. Yet we work through it and through every rough patch, through all the tears, fights and pain. Together we work through it all because we can't stand losing what we have. Because as afraid as we are of our love, we're even more afraid of not being with each other.

You can't define love.

But surely it's something a little like that?

Something fuzzy, outrageous and that given a thousand words you still can't explain properly.

That's the unexplainable love I hold for you.

That's the kind of love I have for you, Moka.

Even after all these years, though the world has changed, the people we know have changed and even we have changed. That one fact has never changed.

I love you, Moka. I always have and am sure forever will.

I cried for you, hurt for you and would die for you.

Until death do us part, I vow to always love you.

My friend, my sister and my lover.

Moka.

"…"

The End

A/N: It's finished.

After 13 chapters the somewhat befuddled tale of Moka and Kokoa falling in love is drawn to a close. I have a lot to say.

Firstly thanks to the readers, as you can expect you were a big help in terms of forcing me to adhere to specific deadlines and a great source of motivation. For those of you that have stuck around through the embarrassing fumble that is Whispering Thoughts, my first shot at writing ever from chapter 1, the biggest thanks goes to you.

I feel like I've definitely improved as a writer from this, I've realised a lot of my own flaws and more about what exactly my identity as a writer is. For one thing I don't think I'll ever do third person POV ever again, with so many females you get so many hers and she's that it all looks a little messy to me and I've found in other writings of mine that I like the personal feeling of first-person more. So as a writer this has definitely helped me grow and looking back I can see that my writing really has improved.

However while my writing has improved, to me it felt that near the end(this comes as no surprise to me) the story started to lack some of the soul and enthusiasm it had before. Like I said it doesn't surprise me because with a story that went on so long my initial inspiration quickly ran dry and it almost felt like a chore writing this final chapter, so I'm glad it ends here. A story needs to stop once a writer feels like it's something they have to do rather than something they want to do.

With regards to my thoughts on Whispering Thoughts I'll just say I achieved my goal of writing a story about Moka and Kokoa ending up together. Even within all the words that this story contains however I never got across all the feelings I wanted to, some places still feel empty to me and there's so much to explore with this certain dynamic that one fic will never be enough to cover all of the aspects that is KoMoka/MoKoa. The Shuzen family is just too complicated for that. However this is my shot at doing it. Whether or not I did a good job at doing so, well that's up to you to decide.

Again thank you readers.

If you have any remarks regarding the final chapter or want to tell me what you feel of the story as a whole now that it's finished please do share. Did it satisfy you? Was something missing? Did it feel natural? Realistic? Was I able to properly convey their love? Anything really you want to comment on please feel free to do so.

This is no longer a note so I'll just end it here.

PS: I'm probably never going to do another work for this fandom again. ): There's just too much to do.

To those I will never see again goodbye. To those I will, until next time. ―2Legit4You