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Long December	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 6725 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no money from the writing of this story. All characters and locations of Rosario+Vampire belong to Ikeda Akihisa.

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A/N: A quick note on continuity for this story: This story overlaps somewhat with "Such a Long Story" (see Ch5 AN for details). It will also overlap and alter the events of episodes 12 and 13 of the anime's second season (Capu2). Normally when I write fanfic, I prefer incorporating it into canon as much as possible;Â due to the events of my series of stories, however, I had to completely overwrite most of episodes 12 and 13, sending this series firmly into AU territory (I've added the warning to the description already). That's part of what took this fic so long for me to write and post: more than any other story I've written, I really had to wrestle with continuity (what to keep, what to toss, what to change, how to fit it all together).
Therefore, I encourage feedback: reviews and PMs on the fora primarily; I'll create a discussion thread on the fora also, if it seems necessary.
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Chapter 2: Running Against the Wind

At lunch the next day, Kurumu, Mizore, and Yukari sat around one of the cafeteria tables and poked at their lunches. Two usual members of the group were missing, conspicuous in their absence, and the trio knew all too well that Moka and Tsukune were likely eating together somewhere more private. Up to this point, one of the unwritten rules of their compact had been that everyone ate lunch together; but none of them knew how the silver-haired Moka would act, now that she intended to behave like Tsukune’s actual girlfriend.
“This is weird,” blurted Yukari, breaking the silence.
“No kidding,” agreed Kurumu. “I don’t like it one bit. Who does she think she is, monopolizing Tsukune like this?”
Mizore regarded the others coolly. Of all the girls, the snow-woman best understood the aloof silver-haired vampire; so she felt it her duty to play vampire’s advocate: “Look at it from Moka’s point of view. Even when it’s not our week, we still get to spend time around Tsukune, at lunch or in class or working on the paper. She doesn’t. Until now, whenever it wasn’t her week, this Moka stayed sealed away.”
“So you’re saying it only makes sense that Moka would want to spend as much time with Tsukune as possible,” Yukari mused aloud. At Mizore’s nod of affirmation, the witch pondered the snow-woman’s point. “That makes a lot of sense, actually.”
Kurumu rolled her eyes and huffed, “Fine, whatever. She’s still acting really weird. Before, she pretended that all of us were beneath her. Now, she’s suggesting topics for articles in the Yokai Gazette.”
“That ass-kicking article sounds pretty kick-ass,” punned Mizore, again defending the absent vampire.
“I guess she’s settling in as part of the group,” suggested Yukari, who also held a degree of sympathy for Moka, even though the vampire had rejected her. “We should embrace the change.”
Kurumu stared at her uneaten lunch, knowing she was outnumbered and unfair in her dislike of the silver-haired vampire. “You guys’re probably right,” sighed the succubus. “I’m just worried, I guess, that this new Moka won’t play fair, that she’ll find ways to ignore the rules and gain an advantage.”
“Don’t you trust Tsukune’s feelings for you?” asked Yukari.
The blue-haired girl shook her head. “Of course I do!” she protested. “I’m just afraid it’ll end up like this, where she claims this special privilege, and another and another, and we can’t do anything about it because she’s an S-class super-monster and we don’t see Tsukune for a whole week at a time, a month at a time, and then she finally hoards him all to herself and denies us our fair share!” The words tumbled from her lips at an increasing pace, and her voice grew more and more shrill as Kurumu outlined her nightmare scenario.
Now it was the others’ turn to stare at their uneaten lunches and wonder just what kind of impact this new Moka would have on their relationships with Tsukune. All three had a similar thought at the same time: It should’ve been easier with the other Moka gone; why are things harder now?

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Up on the school’s rooftop, Tsukune and Moka sat on one of the benches with their lunches in their laps. Tsukune sipped from the straw puncturing his juice box, while Moka drank from a can of tomato juice, something the other Moka had done to curb her cravings for the human boy’s blood. Neither had spoken a word in the ten minutes they’d spent together thus far.
The vampire shattered the silence: “Tsukune, you still don’t seem all that comfortable around me.”
Tsukune couldn’t stop his involuntary tensing at the sudden sound and the mildly accusatory tone with which Moka had addressed him. “Sorry,” he mumbled. “I told you before – you make me nervous.”
Moka frowned. “That simply won’t do, not if we’re going to behave as boyfriend and girlfriend this week.” She reached over to clasp his hand.
“Moka,” the young man uttered in surprise at the contact, an island of warmth in the chilly winter atmosphere around them. He looked up into the unnerving crimson eyes of his girlfriend, eyes which seemed to regard him without even the barest hint of emotion. “I’m trying, okay? This is so different from the way you’ve acted in the past.”
Moka’s eyebrows knitted together impatiently. “I know; I’m trying to make up for that,” she retorted, her tone defensive. Swallowing a bit of her pride, she added, “I never expected to date in high school, so I’m more than a little out of my depth.”
Tsukune sighed, “Of course – I guess I hadn’t thought about that. Also, you’ve been locked away for so long, I bet it’s hard to know how to treat people.”
“I’m afraid so, though you shouldn’t make it sound as if I were raised by wolves,” responded Moka in a more playful mode. “That other Moka told you, I think, when Kokoa first came to this school: When I was a girl, I looked like this all the time; that other me didn’t exist.”
“Now that you mention it… I remember that,” Tsukune admitted sheepishly. “That means you didn’t have a rosary, right?”
“That’s right – it was given to me,” Moka replied, her gaze growing distant. “My memories about it are hazy, though. I think… I think I didn’t want the rosary.” Her eyes narrowed as she searched her fragmented memories, to no avail.
“You were forced into it?” cried Tsukune. “That’s terrible.”
Gradually, Moka nodded. “I think so, Tsukune. Once it was applied, I found myself… floating in this featureless void, alone and only vaguely aware of what was happening,” she explained, her voice thickening with barely-restrained emotion, which surprised Tsukune.
“How long…?” the young man began, but he couldn’t quite finish the sentence.
To his surprise, Moka scooted closer, a small smile on her lips. “Years,” she whispered, “until one fateful day, when I was released from my captivity. I stood face-to-face with that ogre Saizo. Once I thrashed him, there you stood, with that rosary in hand.” The vampire leaned in close. “You freed me, Tsukune.”
Dumbstruck, the human boy stared. He hadn’t quite realized how trapped Moka had felt inside the rosary, since she always seemed so eager to put it back on after fighting. Why? he wondered; the answer danced at the edge of perception, clouded by the vampire’s proximity, particularly her warm breath tickling his ear.
Pressing close, Moka whispered, “That’s why I want to… show you my appreciation, Tsukune.” I still can’t quite tell you everything that’s in my heart, she berated herself. Soon, I hope… until then, let me show you.
Almost predictably, the young man spoiled the moment, asking her, “Do you even miss her, the other Moka?” His voice held a surprising edge that almost made Moka flinch.
Her brow furrowed. “Of course I do,” the vampire snapped. “She was more of a sister to me than any of my actual sisters.”
“How can you just act like nothing’s changed, then?” wondered Tsukune.
Moka nearly told Tsukune off right there and then, but she bit her tongue. Eyes flashing, she answered, “Out of respect for her, and for what you’ve done for me, I won’t teach you your place, Tsukune. I mourn her loss – truly, I do – but you must understand that now, after so long locked away, I have a chance to live my own life again. Do you understand?”
Tsukune’s gaze softened. “Moka… I’m sorry. It just… it just hurts a lot worse than I expected.”
Moka’s gaze likewise softened. “Apology accepted,” she reassured him with a pained smile. “We should probably leave things there for now, though,” she suggested as she separated herself from him.
The two teens gathered the trash from their lunch and deposited it in the appropriate receptacles on their way off the roof and downstairs. Neither one of them felt entirely sure about where they stood after that conversation. The bell ringing, calling them back to class, forestalled any further discussion.

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Later that afternoon, between the end of classes and the start of club activities, Moka stole into the women’s restroom and into an unoccupied stall. With a deep breath, she unbuttoned the top three buttons of her blouse and slid a hand into her bra to knead the soft flesh inside. A soft gasp escaped her lips at the pleasant sensations now emanating from the caress.
Mere teases of the nipple transmuted into ever more robust pinches and tugs of the sensitive flesh. Moka’s gasps increased in frequency as her breathing quickened. Realizing she’d need more stimulation, the young woman reached under her skirt and tugged her panties off one-handed in fits and spurts. Once she could lift one leg free of the garment, Moka raised that leg and rested her foot atop the toilet so she could begin pleasuring herself in earnest.
Deft fingers soon resumed their ministrations above, while their counterparts glided along slippery, wet, soft folds of flesh below. Nerves sang as they transmitted pleasant sensations throughout Moka’s body, from the tips of her curling toes to the crown of her head clad in silver-hued hair. Part of her couldn’t believe she’d been reduced to furtive self-gratification in a restroom stall; part of her blamed Tsukune for ruining the moment at lunch and forcing her needs to remain unmet; part of her couldn’t blame him for missing the pink-haired girl so badly. The vampire fought to quiet the swirl of contradictory thoughts and distracting emotions, in order to focus on reaching completion before club time. After all, sating her libido now, which had distracted her all throughout afternoon classes, would let her focus on contributing to the paper.
Moka’s imagination conjured the image of the young man on his knees before her, his face buried between her legs, his tongue flicking the sensitive nub at the apex of her sex. Her real fingertip swirled around the protrusion, eliciting a needy gasp from her throat. Pleasure surged through her, more intensely than before, driving her to quicken the pace of her hand motions.
“Oh, Tsukune,” she whispered to herself. “More… I want more!”
Fantasy-Tsukune obliged; he gathered Moka in his arms, hitched her raised leg around his waist, and plunged his member into her depths in one thrust. In reality, Moka inserted her index and middle fingers into her tight, wet heat, fingers which she soon pumped in and out rhythmically, eliciting soft moans and rocking hips in response to the ever-increasing intensity of sensation radiating from her groin. Weeks ago, she’d told Kokoa – truthfully – that fingers could never compare to the real thing; but one could hardly bear blame for accepting the nearest substitute to sate one’s hunger when the genuine article couldn’t be acquired. After all, vampires would drink tomato juice when blood was unavailable, or drinking from someone might prove impolitic.
Another gasp escaped Moka’s lips as she sped up. How I wish this were Tsukune instead, taking me, bringing me to the climax I’ve needed for days, she lamented to herself. Perhaps I’ll have better luck seducing him tomorrow. For now, this will have to do.
The young woman could feel herself just at the precipice, poised to hurtle over the edge. To push herself to that peak she craved, she thrust her fingers more vigorously. Moka gasped and panted; her hips rolled back and forth as the tension coiled within her like a spring. Imagining Tsukune spilling his seed within her sent her spiraling into her climax, her whole body shaking as it washed over her.
For several long moments, Moka leaned against the wall, panting and shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm. She eased her fingers out of her still-wet privates, bemoaning the empty feeling that soon followed. When she trusted her knees not to wobble anymore, the young woman pulled her underwear back up her long, lean legs and buttoned her blouse, intent on restoring her normal appearance.
At the sink outside the stall, Moka cleaned her hands with hand sanitizer. We’ll become one again soon, Tsukune, the vampire resolved silently as she stared herself down in the mirror. I’ll just have to do my best to make you forget about that pink-haired girl.
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