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Died in Your Arms Tonight	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 5740 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Died in Your Arms Tonight
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(Pre-fic A/N: this story probably belongs more properly in the Manga section, since it references and more closely resembles the manga, rather than the anime.)

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Died in Your Arms Tonight

I wake to the sound of a gentle rapping on the door to my dorm room, my haven here at Youkai Academy. I’d been dreaming, dreaming of touring Paris with a certain pink-haired vampire girl. Her little black dress clung to her curves; the surprisingly-daring neckline dipped low enough that not even the lower leg of her rosary could hide the tantalizing glimpse of…

There’s the knock again. So much for it being a prank, or the wrong room. Who could it be at this hour? Maybe it’s Gin in some trouble (again). More likely, it’s one of the girls from the Newspaper Club, here to get a jump on today’s harassment quota. I’m glad to have them as friends, but why can’t they understand that friendship is all I want from them? Besides Moka, of course.

I get up, groggily, and stumble in the dark to the door. The light in the hallway overloads my eyes, making me squint. “Who is it?” I grumble, rubbing my eyes while they adjust.

“Do I look so bad you can’t even recognize me?” answers a soft, feminine voice. I can’t believe my ears, at first; it almost sounds like Kurumu, but her voice is never so flat, so lifeless. My gut tells me something’s really, really wrong. I open my eyes and hope my ears were mistaken.

But no, that’s Kurumu, all right, though her hair is down, hanging to brush her shoulders and framing her round, pale face. Kurumu never wears her hair down like that. I find the sight both breathtaking and unsettling. And her deep purple eyes, normally so full of life they sparkle, look at me dully. In fact, she lacks the air of vivacity I’d become accustomed to.

“What’re you doing here?” I whisper. “You could get expelled if someone sees you.”

For a moment, the succubus brightened. “You’d miss me?” she asks, her voice tinged with hope.

“Of course I would. You’re one of my best friends,” I reply honestly.

Just like that, what life had returned to her bearing vanished. “I… need to talk,” she explains. “It’s important. May I come in?”

I step out of her way to let her in. Outside, the clouds must’ve moved to reveal tonight’s moon while I answered the door, since my room is now filled with silvery light. The light allows me to notice she’s wearing a rather short silk kimono-like garment that shows off her admittedly-shapely legs. Kurumu certainly never had any qualms about risqué clothing or displaying her many assets.

I might be in love with Moka, but I’m still a teenage boy. I have eyes.

This quasi-kimono, though, feels… different, somehow. More intimate, maybe, like she wants only me to see her wear it. I close the door as she turns to face me, leaning on the wall as if for support. The garment is pale blue with a faint floral pattern all over it. I wonder where she might’ve gotten it.

“Tsukune, I need you to be honest with me,” she says wearily. “What you said just now… we’re friends, right?”

“Of course,” I reply. I’m starting to get a bad feeling about all this.

Kurumu licks her lips, her magic lips that could enslave me to her will, her desires, for life, if she chose to use them. That she never had done so, respecting my right to choose, was one of her most admirable qualities, in my mind. She wanted to win me for herself, but she wanted to win by herself, because of herself rather than her succubus powers.

“I need to know,” she continues as if frightened of the answer, “if that’s all you want from me.”

“I don’t want to hurt your feelings, Kurumu,” I answer. I really don’t, and I know the truth will hurt her.

Her blue eyebrows knit together. “Don’t worry about that,” she scolds. “I need you, as my Mate of Fate, to tell me how you truly feel about me.”

Usually, Kurumu wasn’t this serious. As a succubus, she was fun and flirty pretty much at all times. Once I thought about it, though, she’d been acting really… subdued… for a couple weeks now, like something was eating at her, maybe. I needed to stall for time, find out what this was all about.

In honest ignorance, I ask her, “What’s a Mate of Fate?”

“It’s the one man who is destined to father a succubus’ children,” she explains, a faint smile gracing her lips.

“And you think that’s me?” I’m frankly bewildered by this statement. It… explained a lot.

Kurumu nods fiercely, her blue tresses bouncing. “I’m sure of it. I need to know that you feel for me... the way I feel for you.” A faint blush paints her cheeks.

I look down at my feet. I don’t want to say it, to break her heart. I manage, “I think… I think you know the answer to that.”

Kurumu stands, no longer leaning on the wall. “Still, you hesitate. You give me hope. I’ll just have to redouble my efforts to earn your love.”

When she said that, I began to envision the increased tugging, dogpiling, bickering, sniping, jockeying, smothering, from her and the other girls, all centered on me. Something inside me snaps. I make my decision.

“I can’t let you do that,” I tell her. “My heart belongs to Moka. I can’t stand watching the rest of you bash your heads against the walls, so to speak.”

The succubus’ face pales as she staggers back slightly. “Perhaps you… should see… exactly what you’re turning down,” she murmurs. Before I can inquire what she means, Kurumu unfastens the sash around her waist and opens her garment. It slides off her shoulders as she drops it to pool on my floor. I can’t help but stare at the now-naked Kurumu standing before me.

Her skin is flawless, without a single blemish. Her arms and legs are graceful, with just the right amount of muscle tone. Her arms round gently into her smooth shoulders, which lead to her long neck and a pair of strong collarbones.

Her figure – hourglass, of course – is on full display, the inward dip of her waist accentuating the outward jut of her hips. Her stomach is flat, except for the swirl of her navel. Below that… is a well-groomed thicket of aqua blue.

The crown jewels of this collection, of course, are her breasts. They hang from her chest like two huge, supple, milk-white teardrops. As I stare, the large pink nipples stiffen and seem to stare back.

I’d had morning wood when I woke up, thanks to the dream. The conversation with Kurumu had started to soften it. Seeing her like this returned it to life.

“I can tell you like what you see,” she purrs. “The proof is right before my eyes.” Her eyes rest on my groin, just as my eyes remain glued to her breasts.

Finally, I tear my eyes away, somehow, to look at her face. She gazes back, her eyelids lowered coyly. “Kurumu, I’m a teenage boy,” I explain, “which means I get like this when thinking about… linoleum.”

The succubus pouts. Even if she’s not putting any magical power behind it, it’s pretty potent. My resolve wavers. “I admit,” I sigh, “that you’re the cause right now.”

Kurumu beams, raising her arms and folding them behind her head. This pose juts her breasts out proudly. “I could have any man on the planet like this, even you, Tsukune,” she boasts, “by merely putting forth a little of my hypnotic charm. However, I want you to choose to be with me, as I would choose to be with you.”

“Now I’m confused,” I respond. “I thought it was fate?”

She blushes and drops her arms. “I didn’t explain well,” she sighs. “I believe you’re fated to father my children; even if that weren't so, I would choose you as my preferred lover, regardless.” She giggles nervously.

“I… see.” I don’t know what else to say.

Her brows knit together; she seems confused by my lack of enthusiastic reply. “Don’t you understand? As a succubus, I’m able, and willing, to do anything, anything, to please you.” She blushes furiously at the admission. “I’ll pleasure you with every part of my body. I’ll fulfill your filthiest fantasies, your dirtiest desires, without complaint.” She takes a hopeful step forward. “Anything at all. Things she would never deign to do.”

I’d be lying if I said her offer wasn’t tempting. She almost had me. Mentioning Moka just then, though, was her downfall.

“Maybe I prefer her for her purity,” I reply. I realize I’d taken a few steps closer to her. I curse the hormones pumping through my system and take a step back.

“I might be a succubus,” sniffs Kurumu, “but I’m not a slut.”

“I didn’t say you were,” I sigh.

“In fact… if you must know… you’d be…” She pauses, flushing once more. “My… my first… well, my first everything.” She glances at the window as if expecting to catch Mizore peeking through. “First with a boy, anyway – I did give the yuki-onna a kiss once.”

Okay, that was news. I must’ve been staring at Kurumu oddly, because she suddenly looks quite embarrassed. “It’s… a long story,” she half-explains, in a manner reminiscent of Ruby.

“Kurumu, I’m sorry,” I tell her, earnestly as I can manage. “You’re just a friend to me, that’s all.”

Her eyes glaze over. “You don’t… want me… this way? You won’t… change your mind at all?”

I shake my head. “I don’t think I can ever see you the way you see me.”

Kurumu gasps and staggers back, as if I’d struck her. Her face turns paler than I’d ever seen it. She clutches her hands over her chest, right in the valley of her cleavage. Her knees buckle, and she crumples atop my sleeping mat.

“That’s a bit melodramatic, even for you,” I tease her. She doesn’t respond. Now I know something is wrong.

I approach cautiously, trying not to panic. From the way her breasts are heaving, she’s breathing, which is good. Her eyes are shut. I wonder if she fainted? Why is she so pale?

I kneel beside her to take her pulse. It’s rapid, faint. If only they taught monster biology here, I might know what to do. Wait…

Her eyes open. “Tsukune, are you there, my… my love?” she whispers.

“Are you okay, Kurumu?” I reply, still suppressing my growing unease. “What’s going on? What was that all about?”

Kurumu looks at me, her eyes glassy with unshed tears. “I guess… you don’t know…” she whispers. “For a succubus, love unrequited is painful… even fatal.”

I swallow the lump in my throat. “Please tell me you’re kidding,” I beg. “Please tell me you’re not… dying.”

Kurumu only nods.

“Because I don’t love you,” I add, growing incredulous. Kurumu only nods again. “But… I do love you,” I explain. “Remember how we read about different kinds of love in our Western philosophy class? It might be purely philos, but that’s love!”

I admit, I was grasping at straws. I just couldn’t let Kurumu die, though. Not because of me. Not after everything we’d been through.

The pale girl lying on my bed shakes her head sadly. “Doesn’t… count,” she managed, her breathing growing ever shallower. A tear escaped her eye to roll past her ear and into her hair.

I take her hands. They’re clammy to the touch. “Kurumu Kurono, I do love you,” I claim. “In the eros way,” I add to clarify.

Her now-dull purple eyes search mine. “You… you don’t mean it,” she concludes. “You’re… just saying it.”

I didn’t know if I was or not, to be honest. I didn’t know what I felt anymore. “So you… won’t die,” I tell her honestly. “I’d say anything to keep you alive.”

A little color returns to her cheeks. “I’m touched, Tsukune,” she tells me. “Agape will… delay things for a little while longer.” A small, sad smile now graces her lips. “I don’t think anything… could really stop it now.”

Tears well up in my eyes. My heart was breaking. I never wanted to hurt Kurumu; but now, I’d killed her. “It’s not fair,” I protest feebly.

The dying succubus regards me gently. “Would you grant me… one dying wish?” she asks sweetly. She squeezes my hands.

“Since this is all my fault,” I answer, “I promise.” I wasn’t expecting her request; but, in hindsight, I guess I should have seen it coming.

“Make love to me,” she pleads. “I want to know… what my life might have been like… as your wife.” She smiles shyly.

“Kurumu… I…”

“Please,” she begs. “I don’t want to die a… a virgin.” Her cheeks flush at the admission.

“Nothing wrong with that,” I argue, my own cheeks burning. “I am too.”

“You aren’t a succubus,” she counters. “It’s actually pretty embarrassing for me.” Some of the sparkle returns to her eyes. “But… I was saving myself… for you, Tsukune. I just knew you’d be worth the embarrassment.”

I swallow nervously. “No pressure,” I mumble, still hesitating. Kurumu waits, some of the color returning once more to her skin.

“I promised, didn’t I?” I sigh. “Moka will never forgive me. Well, Omote might, but Ura never will.”

Kurumu caresses my cheek. “I think she will, once she sees that I’m out of her hair for good,” she quips. “Or once you explain the situation.” She always had such optimism. That’s what I’ll miss the most about her, I think.

I take a deep breath and gaze into her violet eyes. “Alright, Kurumu. I’ll fulfill my promise and grant your wish.” I pull off my shirt to demonstrate that I meant what I said.

The succubus beams, looking as alive now as she did near-death just moments ago. “Yahoo-hoo!” she cries. Immediately she winces, realizing how loud that was. She apologizes and promises, “I’ll, ah, try to keep it down.” She giggles.

“Thanks. I don’t want to get expelled,” I reply as I pull off my thin cotton shorts. “The rest of the Newspaper Club… we’ll need to… to stick together,” I add, with great difficulty around the lump in my throat. “They won’t… take the news well… especially Mizore and Yukari.”

Kurumu sits up and puts my hand on her cheek. “Try not to think about that now,” she whispers. “I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

Now naked, I lie down beside the also-naked girl. There’s not much room on the mat, so we lie already pressed against each other. Her skin is warm, soft, intoxicating; I can feel… so much already. Her breath tickles my nose as she leans toward me.

Our lips meet. Hers are soft and warm, like the rest of her skin, and slick with her saliva. I don’t know how to kiss, so I let her take the lead.

The kiss begins gentle and sweet, but it swiftly progresses, deepens, stokes our passions. Her soft, warm hands brush lightly over my chest and shoulders. Mine trail along her upper back and upper thigh. Kurumu makes soft noises into my mouth, clearly enjoying herself.

She breaks the kiss and smiles at me. “You’re a natural, Tsukune,” she informs me, her voice soaked with sadness. I smile back in relief. Now, when I finally kiss my dear Moka for the first time…

Wait. I really shouldn’t think about her right now. This moment is for Kurumu. Focus, Tsukune.

Refocusing on Kurumu is aided by the way she grinds her groin against my member insistently. Blushing, she explains, “I don’t have much time.” She lies on her back and parts her legs; her iris-colored irises fix me with an expectant look.

I climb atop her, scooting down a bit. The tip of my manhood nestles near the opening of her womanhood, which is smoldering with heat and practically dripping wet. Blushing further, she explains, “As you can tell, I’m quite ready for you, Tsukune, to… to enter me.” Softly, she adds, “I’ve been ready for a long time now.”

My hands climb the mountains of her breasts. They finally reach the stiffened peaks, drawing a moan from the succubus’ throat. There was no way my hands could fully envelope those pillowy mounds, but I squeeze them gently all the same.

Before she can protest, I explain, “I want to make sure you enjoy this too, that I was worth waiting for. I, um, don’t think I’ll last too long.” Now it’s my turn again to blush.

Kurumu favors me with a wan smile. “I promise you, I will enjoy myself thoroughly. I… can't do otherwise.”

I lick my suddenly dry lips. Here it goes. I rub her magnificent breasts as I start to enter her moist heat. I watch her face for signs that I’m hurting her.

Her ragged breath puffs past her lips. Her eyes remain shut, crinkling slightly at the corners. Her eyebrows scrunch together a bit. In short, her face is a study in beauty.

Once past the initial resistance, I slide into her fully. Kurumu is all around me now, slick and tight and warm. Beneath me, the girl lets out a long, low, lusty moan. Her eyes flutter open and she grins sheepishly as she realizes she’s being loud again. She bites her lip to keep quiet. Just in time, since I can’t keep my hips still any longer.

I start gliding to and fro within Kurumu. She fits me like a glove, driving me crazy with sensation. She bucks her hips in time with me, probably on instinct. This succubus feels divine; or, better yet, devilish – devilishly delightful. Sinfully succulent.

She clutches my back with one hand; the fingers of the other tangle in my hair. She barely suppresses her cries, or maybe her screams, of ecstasy. Her eyes glitter like amethyst crystals in the moonlight.

I was right. I won’t last long. I can feel it. I think Kurumu can too, because her moans grow more insistent. She grabs my pillow to cover her face and muffle her screams.

“Please… let me… see… your face,” I manage. I’ll explode at any moment now.

She moves the pillow down to bite the edge instead. Her eyes grow unfocused as she screams her climax. Even stifled, her noises titillate like no other sound my ears have heard. Her whole body trembles. Seeing her, hearing her, feeling her reach her peak, and knowing it was me, just Tsukune Aono, who brought her to such a height, drives me over the edge too.

It takes several moments for awareness to return. I sit up slowly so I don’t grow faint. I see Kurumu lying there, still spread; my spent seed spills forth from her womanhood. She clutches my pillow to her bosom now rising and falling from exertion. Her lips bear a grin of utter bliss.

I fumble through the dark of my room for my tissues to clean us up. I’m still looking when I hear a faint call from Kurumu: “Tsukune… where are you?”

“Right here,” I call, returning to her side. Her breathing is shallow again. I clean her up quickly first before I clean myself. I dress with equal haste, haste borne of impotent worry.

“Don’t go, Tsukune,” she pleads. “I don’t want to… die alone.”

“You won’t. I’m not going anywhere,” I promise. I take her hand in mine. On impulse, I kiss it, even though it’s clammy again. “Stay with me, Kurumu,” I beg her, “just a little while longer. Talk to me.”

“My time’s almost up,” she informs me, her voice flat.

“Was I… worth the embarrassment?”

The fading succubus smiles faintly. “Making love to you was… was everything… I could’ve wanted,” she murmurs, her voice faltering. “Thank you.”

“Thank you too,” I reply, blushing fiercely. “I enjoyed it too, very much. I… I wish we could do it again,” I admit.

“I’d have made you such a wife,” she sighs. “Cooking, cleaning, keeping house, making love, bearing our children – all with a glad heart.”

My stomach turns. “I wish I could have given you that life you wanted.”

She looks at the ceiling, her gaze distant. “Soon… I go… to the Demon Dimension… never to walk the earth again.”

“The Demon Dimension? You mean Hell?”

Kurumu shrugs slightly. “They say Hell is just a state of mind. So, staying on earth… without you… would be Hell for me.” She sighs. “In a strange way… this is a mercy.”

Her head lolls to face me. Her lids are heavy. “My hair… will look… so… unruly… unkempt…” Her voice was a whisper.

“I’ll… call Mizore… have her… bring the… the…” I can’t finish the sentence. I grab the robe and drape it over her bare body, to give her some semblance of decency.

When I look at her eyes again, my heart plummets. They’re wide with terror, and tears stream from them, across her nose and onto my bed. “Tsukune… it’s so… so dark,” she sobs. “I’m… afraid… hold me…”

I cradle her head. “Stay with me, Kurumu. Don’t go yet,” I cry.

“I wish… I could stay. Stayed… long as… I could…” she whispers. “I’ll… miss you… my love.”

With that, her body shudders. Her hand goes limp in mine. Her eyes drift shut. Her breathing stills.

I check her wrist for a pulse, praying. Nothing.

I check her neck for a pulse, pleading. Nothing.

I place my hand between her breasts. There is no heartbeat. The body is still, silent, and cold.

I feel numb all over. It’s hard for me to breathe now. There’s this bitter tang on my tongue, like I’m about to vomit.

I hold myself together, barely, as I call Mizore in her room and tell her to come over with the succubus’ favorite headpiece. I tell the yuki-onna that everything will become clear when she arrives.

I keep it together while I wait. I’m fine when I open the door for Mizore. When I see the look on the ice-demon’s face – the total shock and sadness in her ice-blue eyes – and her jaw drops open and her lollipop falls out of her mouth and hits the floor and shatters into a hundred pieces, that’s when I can’t hold it together anymore. I crumple to the floor and start to weep, weep hot bitter tears that just won’t stop.

Bitter tears for the loss – the death – of my friend, Kurumu Kurono.

No. Bitter tears for the death of Kurumu Kurono, the only other woman I ever loved, though I didn’t realize it until she was gone, after I’d condemned her to die. Part of me died with her that night and joined her in the Demon Dimension, to make a Heaven out of Hell.

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A/N: Greetings all and sundry! I'm DrunkenScotsman, and this is my first foray into fanfiction in this domain; all of my other work to date has been in the Marvel section of this site. Rosario+Vampire has such great characters; I just felt compelled to write a story or two in this universe.

I really hated to do this to Kurumu, but I wanted to explore the logical consequences of Rosario's harem premise and its rules for succubi. Of the "big three" haremettes - Moka, Kurumu, and Mizore - Kurumu is actually my favorite; I'm definitely rooting for her to win Tsukune somehow, though it's such a long shot. Don't get me wrong, though; I still like the other two a lot. I just wish, for the haremettes' sake, that the Tenchi solution were actually viable.

I crave feedback via rating and/or review; in the latter case, tell me what you liked, what you didn't like, etc. (just please be as specific as you can). Further, if you're so inclined, please also check out my other stories in the other domain!
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