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Living for Love	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 21023 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Characters and world of Rosario+Vampire are the intellectual property of Ikeda Akihisa. I make no money from writing this piece.

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Chapter 2: Black and White Duet
- Angst

Long minutes passed while the embarrassed young woman composed herself. She’d finally managed to dry her face and make herself presentable again when she heard the footsteps of another girl entering the restroom. From the faint squeak, this girl wore sneakers instead of the more-typical, not-mandatory-but-strongly-encouraged dress shoes most students wore. Of all the girls in the school, Kurumu knew of only one who wore sneakers.

“Kurumu? Are you in here?” called the soft, tranquil voice of Mizore.

The succubus strongly considered not answering. She also considered an answer like, “What do you want, snow-skank? Whatever you imagined from my voice, I’m not interested.” Kurumu blushed, knowing full well that her voice had spawned all sorts of naughty mental images in everyone listening, male and female alike. As a succubus, she couldn’t help but wonder which of those fantasies she could fulfill, including those of other girls – like Mizore.

Kurumu’s imagination now ran amok, conjuring images of her pulling the snow-queen into this stall at this very moment. She pictured pulling the lollipop from Mizore’s mouth and kissing her hungrily, their tongues wrapping around one another. For some reason, Kurumu imagined Mizore tasting like vanilla ice cream; that thought brought a stifled whimper from the succubus as she resisted her returning libido.

“Kurumu? Is that you?”

“Y-Yeah, Mizore,” she replied as she banished perverted thoughts about what she might do with the snow-woman. “What are you doing here?” she asked to change the subject.

“I slipped out of class,” she explained.

“Like a stalker,” Kurumu teased half-heartedly.

“I came to find you,” added Mizore, “because I was a little worried about you after what happened.”

“Worried?”

“That was… pretty embarrassing,” explained the ever-blunt ice-demon. “For everyone,” she appended.

“It’s Ms. Nekonome’s fault,” replied Kurumu, more than a little defensively. “She should know better than to wake a sleeping succubus in the middle of… ummm… y’know… a ‘personal’ dream.”

A soft giggle came from outside the stall where Mizore now stood. “Actually, she seemed really confused about what happened. I think you might have given our teacher her first orgasm,” she teased.

“Shut up!” bit back an even-more-horrified-than-before Kurumu.

“She ended up dismissing the boys to change pants,” Mizore added blithely, piling on.

“I couldn’t help it!” protested the succubus. “That’s what happens when a succubus… y’know.”

A brief moment passed in silence. Mizore broke it by asking, “Do you have dreams like that often?”

Kurumu sighed, “All the time. I’m a sex demon, Mizore. Awake or sleeping, I think about… things like that… a lot.”

“Me too,” admitted the other girl. “I have to… scratch that itch… every day or two.” The snow-woman blushed slightly and smiled to herself, still quite satisfied from her tryst with Tsukune after her date with him this past weekend.

“Three a day for me,” Kurumu confessed, somewhat incredulous that she and Mizore were even having this conversation in the first place. “If I were more like a normal succubus,” she added with a snort, “I’d be seducing three men a day. Instead I’m saving myself for a boy I can’t have, hoping that one day he’ll notice me. Meanwhile, I pine away, swinging between too depressed and too horny to think straight.”

“That explains your terrible grades,” Mizore couldn’t resist teasing.

“Shut up, 'Yukari',” Kurumu fired back. They both laughed.

“I can understand how you feel, a bit,” the snow-woman offered. “It’s tough feeling so strongly for someone when you don’t think he feels the same way. I’m just glad…” Mizore stopped herself short, on the verge of divulging just how well things had turned out for her.

Kurumu, however, was more perceptive than she was often given credit for. “What, Mizore? Glad about what?” Fear and excitement dueled inside her – excitement for Mizore that Tsukune had confessed to her, and fear of the same.

Mizore took a long stretch to formulate her response, deciding that a partial truth, in this case, was preferable to the whole truth. “Tsukune and I had a good time on our date,” she told her succubus friend. “He sorta confessed to me.”

“What?!” Kurumu exploded in shock.

“Just that he kinda likes me too,” Mizore replied. “Don’t worry; he’s still planning to go out with you. Promise you’ll at least try not to put out on the first date?” she jibed, fully aware of her own hypocrisy.

“I’ll do my best,” replied Kurumu drily. “It’s not like he’s my Destined Mate, the man I know in my heart I’m destined to be with forever, or anything like that.” A dry chuckle rose from her throat. “Then again, I’ve waited this long; what’s a little longer?”

“Given that you probably already own the record for how long a succubus has gone without,” Mizore added, “you might as well extend your lead even further.”

“I do, actually,” the succubus grumbled. “Mom is constantly on my case for being sixteen and still a virgin.”

Mizore needed a beat to process what Kurumu had said. “Bullshit,” she blurted.

“It’s true! She acts like I’m some freak of nature for not spreading my legs since middle school for anyone with a penis and a pulse.” Kurumu shook her head in frustration.

“My mother’s not much better in that regard,” Mizore reminded her. “She basically wants me to get knocked up as soon as possible.”

“I remember. What a disaster that day was,” sighed Kurumu. “I’m just glad we can compete for Tsukune yet still remain friends, unlike our mothers. If not, I’d still be in here all alone or maybe back in my room wallowing in depression. Thanks for finding me,” she told her friend earnestly.

“Think nothing of it,” replied Mizore. “There’s no way I could’ve focused on the make-up assignment Ms. Nekonome gave us. She wants us to write three pages on characters for whom sleep is a big part of their story.” She giggled a bit at her friend’s expense.

Kurumu rolled her eyes. “Great – thanks to me, everyone has extra work. At least there are lots to choose from.”

“I’m planning on writing about Snow White,” Mizore said.

“You would.”

Outside the restroom, the bell tolled, signaling the beginning of the lunch period. Mizore shuffled her feet. “We should probably leave. I’m hungry, and some girls might need to use these facilities for their actual purpose rather than just girl talk.”

“You go ahead and eat with the others,” suggested the succubus. “I need to go back to my room and, ah, change.”

Mizore giggled, knowing exactly what Kurumu meant. Her own panties rather damp, the ice-woman considered doing likewise, but she decided they weren’t soaked enough to be uncomfortable the rest of the day. Aloud, she suggested, “You could always go without.”

“In these skirts? No way,” objected the succubus. “By the end of lunch, everyone would have seen my privates. There’d probably be pictures,” she shuddered.

“By Gin?” guessed the snow-woman.

“By my one-man ‘fan club,’ which is much, much worse,” answered Kurumu. “Stalking may be fun and games to you, but that fatso creeps me the hell out.”

“Me too,” Mizore agreed, “and he doesn’t even stalk me.”

A few moments later, the two monster girls had exited the restroom and headed their separate ways, Mizore to join their friends for lunch and Kurumu back to her room. Her conversation with Mizore had cheered the succubus up somewhat, but she decided to skip the rest of classes that afternoon. I’m still too embarrassed by what happened, she told herself. I don’t think I can face everyone just yet.

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As the afternoon wore on, Kurumu worked on her make-up essay for Ms. Nekonome. Each character took shape on the page with precision in blue ink – Kurumu had always prided herself on her excellent penmanship. Similarly, she penned a letter of apology to her teacher, which she planned to deliver in the morning.

Once she finished, her mind began to wander, her thoughts returning to the morning’s humiliating incident. I wish I’d at least gotten to see Tsukune’s face, she mused, or Mizore’s, or even Yukari’s, now that she’s not a shrimp. I bet she made a funny expression.

I just hope nobody is mad at me, especially Ms. Nekonome, she sighed. She’s my favorite teacher, and I don’t want her upset with me.

What Mizore had said about their teacher popped into her head. No way is that true, that Ms. Nekonome never had an orgasm before today. I know she’s a little naïve, but… she’s also a woman… in her twenties, I guess? Anyway, she was a teenager not long ago and she’s pretty, so she must have gotten laid or fooled around or at least masturbated, right?

Kurumu shook her head to banish her thoughts about her teacher’s sex life. I really hate being a succubus sometimes, she groused inwardly. Stupid out-of-control libido.

She caught sight of a photo in a frame on her desk and picked it up to look more closely. The photo showed the five of the Newspaper Club in their graduating class, standing together outside the school’s front gate at the end of last school-year, each of them smiling the smiles of students wearied by grueling final exams. Kurumu also noted the look of worry in everyone’s eyes – worry about whether Tsukune would choose to return this year, after his near-death experience at the hands of Kuyo, a fiery fox-demon and former leader of the school’s human-hunting Security Committee.

Kurumu traced a fingertip along the glass above Tsukune’s cheek. I thought I’d die too when I saw you lying there, limp and lifeless, she recalled, her heart leaping into her throat at the memory. I’ve thanked my lucky stars every day that you came back – to life and to this school, even if not to me. Though she stood by his side in the picture, she noted, not for the first time, that Tsukune’s head and eyes were canted ever so slightly in the other direction – towards Moka, of course, on his other side.

The teenage girl shut her eyes against the tears welling up in her eyes. It’s always like that, she mused bitterly. He only has eyes for her. Why her? What’s she got that I don’t?

Her heart seemed to pound uncomfortably loudly in her ears. I don’t know what to do to win him. Neither seductive nor sweet have worked. Hell, she snorted, he saw me naked at his house, and it didn’t help.

She set down the frame and rubbed her sternum to alleviate the dull ache she'd been feeling more and more frequently the past few weeks. Tsukune even took the others out on dates before me, she added to herself, even Yukari, who at the time was still a little girl. Why am I last? What’s so terrible about me that he left me for last, like a chore he really hates?

The pressure in her chest intensified. Kurumu whimpered and staggered to her bed to lie down. Maybe he doesn’t care about me. Maybe he’d prefer if I just… disappeared.

Kurumu collapsed onto her bed and curled up, agony visible on her face, if anyone had been there to see. Is it too much to ask, Tsukune, for a smile that’s only for me? Just one look of more than friendship, to restore my hope that’s all but gone? Some token that shows you see me as a woman – not a sex object, not just a friend, not a winged and clawed demon?

Kurumu clutched the fabric of her sweater. My heart’s so heavy; it feels like I’m turning to stone, she observed. I… I can’t breathe…

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A/N: Thanks to everyone who's given me feedback so far. I hope this chapter is enjoyable, featuring some interaction just between two of the girls. From what I can tell, Mizore and Kurumu seem to be the fandom's preferred girls (or at least have strong followings). The chapter title is a reference to the manga, where the two develop combo attacks together under the umbrella of "Black and White Duet"; apparently Kurumu's name has to do with the Japanese word for black, and the "Shira" of "Shirayuki" is Japanese word for white. The more you know!
Further, any topical references are purely intentional.
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