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Study Date	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: +M to R > Rosario Vampire Views: 8592 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The characters and events of the Rosario+Vampire anime and manga belong to Ikeda Akihisa. I make no money from writing this story.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
Chapter 4: Character Analysis
- M/F, D/S, DubCon -> NonCon, Angst
Within the rosary, the white-haired Moka grunted in frustration. She could just barely feel the touch of Tsukune’s hands, lips, and fingers in various spots, as if through slightly deadened nerves – just enough for all the activity that the outer personality was currently enjoying to tease her in her prison. Envy for her exterior persona filled her when climax occurred. As much as I like the outer me, I wish I could be out there right now, with Tsukune, she grumbled to herself. What fun I could have…
The infinite nothingness that was the rosary’s interior began to shift. Inner Moka’s brow furrowed. Usually this only happens when my outer persona is having a particularly intense dream, she remarked.
Most of those had been nightmares of human bullies from middle school, though those had become less and less frequent. A few had involved their first meeting with Ruby, when the witch struck down Tsukune and inner Moka overrode the seal to teach the bitch her place; in the nightmare version, Tsukune died from his wounds, usually in her outer self’s arms. Once or twice, the nightmare had pulled from the battle with Student Council Chairman Kuyo, one of inner Moka’s memories; again, in the nightmare, her efforts to save everyone – not just Tsukune, but the rest of the Newspaper Club too – were in vain, and the fiery fox-demon incinerated them one by one before her eyes. First Yukari, then Ruby, then Mizore, then Kurumu, and ending with Tsukune – all were consumed until they were ash, eerily silent, unable to scream.
Inner Moka shuddered. That one was by far the worst. She was glad it didn’t occur often, or she doubted her outer persona would ever be able to sleep.
Lately, though, there had also arisen dreams of a more intimate nature, the probable products of outer Moka’s pining for Tsukune. At first, inner Moka was scandalized, far from comfortable watching her innocent-seeming outer self’s deepest desires playing out in her dreams. However, she had adjusted and even looked forward somewhat to the romantic, even sappy, conceptions her outer persona dreamt about. Among inner Moka’s favorites, for pure sugar content, was the dream involving her wedding night with Tsukune; although inner Moka vowed to have words with her pink-haired other half if that ridiculous, gaudy monstrosity was her ideal bridal gown.
Inner Moka had once, after that dream, imagined herself in something far simpler and, in her estimation, more elegant, befitting how she’d want to look on the day she pledged her heart to Tsukune in front of everyone. She’d quickly quashed that foolish thought and buried it. Not even outer Moka knew she’d ever had it.
This time, the rosary’s imaginary interior formed itself into a location from inner Moka’s more recent memories: the room at the love hotel where she had spent the night with Tsukune. Accordingly, instead of watching, she found herself participating fully. Lying beside the human boy, she ran her hands along his skin. It feels so warm, she observed, so… real.
Her eyes met his… which were also crimson. The way he looked at her, especially with that daring, cheeky little smirk on his lips, launched a shiver straight up her spine. She could feel the confidence radiating from him. Idly she wondered if this was how others, especially Tsukune, felt in her presence.
She smirked back and trailed her fingernails down his chest, gently to avoid leaving marks. Responding in kind, his fingers floated over her breasts, stopping to circle the stiffened tips of her nipples. He pinched, tweaked, and rolled the in his fingers, drawing delighted gasps from her. She leaned in…
To her surprise, he rolled her onto her back. To her surprise, before she could protest, he pinned her arms over her head and rained kisses along her neck and shoulder, interspersed with little bites and nibbles. To her surprise, she moaned aloud.
Fantasy Tsukune’s lips and tongue blazed a trail along her cleavage. He’s so bold, she marveled as her arousal soared, so forceful! She hooked her legs around his waist, and he wasted no time in plunging himself into her. Once more she moaned aloud.
His licks and nibbles climbed to the crown of one breast, where he enveloped the sensitive peak. She squirmed, trying to rock her hips, trying to move him within her the way she wanted. He merely pressed his weight down onto her, pinning her to the mattress.
When their eyes met this time, she tried to glare at him, but she froze in shock instead. His still-glowing eyes smoldered with nothing beyond sheer lust, carrying none of the gentleness she’d come to associate with Tsukune. The phantasm kissed back up to her earlobe and murmured, in a voice that unnerved inner Moka in ways she never thought possible, “You’re mine.”
With that, he started thrusting at a relentless, frenetic pace. Screams of ecstasy threatened to erupt from her throat, but she resisted. Vaguely, she sensed that yielding herself fully to what this fantasy Tsukune was doing would change her somehow, in ways she didn’t think she’d like.
Is this what I truly want, she wondered, this lustful, assertive Tsukune? Is this how vampires are supposed to couple – cold, rough, dominating? Why do I revel in it, yet find it revolting as well?
“You’re pathetic,” growled imaginary-Tsukune. “Look how weak you are. Love made you this way.” The dream’s whole tenor turned suddenly uncomfortable.
“I’m not weak,” she bit back. “I can still… teach you your place.”
“This is my place now,” he replied, his voice venomous, “atop you, inside you. You want me like this – strong and domineering. If you can’t handle it…” He grinned down at her cruelly. “That’s not my problem. You shouldn’t have made me like this.”
Pleasure transmuted into discomfort, bordering on pain. She turned away from him, unwilling or unable to look into his eyes any longer. She swiftly became sorry she did so, because of what she saw.
The scene around them had shifted. Arranged in a semicircle, six mattresses were spread. On these mattresses lay Kurumu, Mizore, outer Moka, Yukari, Ruby, and Kokoa, all naked and strewn as though they’d been used and discarded without thought. Tears stained their cheeks. Bruises shaped like hands bloomed around their wrists. From their tenderest regions flowed an obscene-looking mixture of Tsukune’s seed and, except for outer Moka, blood. Outer Moka and Kurumu sobbed openly; Yukari rubbed her neck tenderly; Mizore’s face was as inscrutable as always, maybe more so; Ruby stared at the ceiling, seemingly insensate; Kokoa, eyes wide with horror, wiped at the oozing fluids incessantly, as though she couldn’t cleanse herself sufficiently.
All bore a pair of small bite marks on their necks.
“You… you hurt them,” inner Moka accused.
“I took what was mine,” dream-Tsukune countered, his movements having continued while she took in the sight of the others, “like I’m taking it now.” He tightened his grip on her wrists.
“You’re not Tsukune. You’re a monster.” She wanted to shut her eyes, but couldn’t. “The real Tsukune would never do this to his friends.”
“That wimp died. Kuyo killed him. No – you killed him when you pumped his body full of your monster blood.”
“That’s not true. It’s been months now. Tsukune is as kind and gentle a soul as before.” She winced as the pain intensified.
“You’ve felt what he’s become. Think – at the nightclub, and the hotel, when his power surged to protect you. It thrilled you. It turned you on, made you want him; but what you wanted,” he chuckled darkly, “was me. You wanted a vampire, an equal, to share yourself with.”
“I want the real Tsukune.”
“I’m only giving you what you want.” He grabbed her around her chin and forced her to look into his soulless red eyes. “If you submit yourself to this, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”
“I don’t want this,” she told him.
He didn’t stop. The pain between her legs intensified, like a white-hot spike being jammed into her. She felt herself at the edge of a precipice, as though she were about to do as he wished and submit – or rather, as he commanded.
“I don’t want this!” she repeated, more forcefully. She shut her eyes and willed herself not to give in.
“You can’t resist the truth of who you are and what you want.” He still didn’t stop.
“Stop it. Stop it. STOP IT!”
The force of Moka’s shout shattered the illusion. The room, the mattresses, the other girls, the illusionary Tsukune – all dissolved until they vanished. The silver-haired young woman floated in a daze in the midst of the expanse of infinite nothingness.
Not alone, though – outer Moka’s form still floated in the void with her. “What happened?” she cried, distraught. “You… you woke me up.” She looked like she usually did, lacking the marks of the nightmare-Tsukune’s cruelty.
“Just a bad dream,” inner Moka mumbled distantly. “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not,” insisted the other Moka. “I’ve never seen you scared like this before.”
“Maybe I am weak,” she replied, but outer Moka got the distinct impression that inner Moka wasn’t answering her, instead addressing herself.
“What are you talking about?” outer Moka demanded. “You’re probably the strongest person I know.”
The proud silver-haired vampire squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. “N-Not when it comes to Tsukune. He makes me weak,” she replied. “I can’t keep seeing him. I won’t,” she resolved.
Her crimson eyes snapped open, and her gaze fixed on the gentle persona. “You’ll have to tell him, of course,” she instructed. “I doubt he’ll miss me at all, since he has you now. You’re the one he really wanted anyway. I’m sorry I got in the way,” she murmured, her voice softening with each word.
The pink-haired Moka’s brow furrowed in utter confusion. “What’s this all about?” she queried. “Only two days ago, you were crowing about how good it felt to be with Tsukune. Now you never want to see him again?” She folded her arms, mimicking the impatient gesture the warrior persona had used during one of their previous conversations.
“It was foolish to think I could get closer to Tsukune,” explained the usually-stoic inner Moka with an edge in her voice. After a meaningful pause, she added, “Safely.”
Outer Moka’s seafoam eyes grew to great size. “What do you mean… ‘safely’?”
Inner Moka fidgeted, something she rarely did. “My dream… it was… like some of the ones you’ve had… about Tsukune,” she explained, blushing brightly. Outer Moka’s shade soon matched, once she caught the other’s drift.
“Tsukune held me down,” continued inner Moka shakily, “while he took me. At first I… I quite enjoyed it,” she admitted, “until I saw his eyes.” She shuddered at the memory. “They weren’t Tsukune’s; they weren’t filled with his warmth or kindness. They were cold, cruel, almost predatory, almost mocking – like vampire eyes.” She chewed her lip. “Like… like my eyes.”
The gentle persona gasped and moved to embrace the normally-stoic one, but the proud vampire waved her off. “There’s more,” she warned. “In the dream, he… he’d forced you too, and the other girls of the Newspaper Club. Even Kokoa.” Both Mokas covered their mouths with their hands. “When I called him out on it, he told me I’d made him that way… made him a monster… like me.”
As if a dam had burst, the words poured forth: “Is that how vampires are, cold and cruel? Is that how Tsukune sees me – especially after I bit him during… during… our tender moment? I held him down, and I dreamed about him returning the favor; so is it always about dominance, about power and control, for vampires? Part of me even longs for such displays. I never wanted to hurt him, though. I just wanted to get closer to him, and I didn’t know how, didn’t know the words to say, so I just acted. That’s how it is with me: acting, without thought, on instinct alone. It was instinct for me to give my blood to Tsukune when he lay dying; but what did that do to him? Did it set in motion a horrible change in him, one that will destroy the Tsukune we both love? Will he hurt the other girls?” Suddenly he looked at the gentle persona, a too-horrible notion forming. “Did he hurt you?”
Outer Moka shook her head. “It was gentle and sweet, like Tsukune always is,” she answered. “I even had to… prod him along a bit,” she admitted with a nervous giggle.
Inner Moka relaxed somewhat as the leftover horror of the nightmare faded. “That’s something, at least. Still,” she continued hesitantly, “he probably prefers you to me. I’m sure he thinks I’m a monster.”
“Tsukune doesn’t see you that way at all,” the usually-demure persona assured the inner one with great conviction in her voice. “He doesn’t fear you, or hate you.” She smiled softly. “In fact, he seems to see us the same way. He said he loved both of us. It would break his heart to hear you didn’t want to see him anymore,” – here she paused for emphasis – “especially after I told him we both loved him too.”
Inner Moka blinked, impressed by her counterpart’s firmness. “But… what if I must always take Tsukune roughly, or be taken roughly? Won’t you get upset? Won’t he start to hate me… or worse, lose that gentle nature that you prefer?”
Outer Moka pursed her lips in thought. “I don’t think that’ll happen,” she replied. “You rejected the cruel dream-Tsukune; maybe that symbolized a rejection of your – of our – darker vampire impulses. Maybe next time when you and Tsukune are… y’know… you can embrace it more tenderly, like we did.”
The white-haired persona licked her lips nervously. “I guess that means you didn’t bite him, then?”
The pink-haired persona shook her head. “I didn’t even have the urge to do so,” she elaborated. “Maybe it’s because you’re more aggressive than me?”
“You mean, since I have more access to my vampire powers, my vampire instincts are that much stronger?” Inner Moka rubbed her chin thoughtfully. “I suppose that makes sense. I’d have felt a little better if you were at least a little tempted to bite Tsukune.”
Outer Moka giggled. “I’m so sorry that being one with Tsukune worked out so smoothly for me. Next time, try not to be aggressive or dominating,” she suggested. “Maybe then you can experience… this and that… the way I did.”
Inner Moka took a long, cleansing, steadying breath. “And you’re sure you won’t mind sharing moving forward? We can’t afford to be at odds with one another.”
Outer Moka shook her head firmly. “I know; that’s why I’ll happily share Tsukune with you. It’d be silly to be jealous of the other half of myself, wouldn’t it?” She giggled, but it rang a little hollow.
“True. There’s more there,” observed the warrior persona. Now that she’d calmed herself, she could sense that something was troubling the other Moka.
“Tsukune has dates with the other girls. What if…” She sighed. “He asked, what if he had feelings for any of them too? We’d have to share with the other girls; I don’t know if I like the idea at all.”
“Yukari certainly wouldn’t mind,” quipped the inner personality.
“I had to reject her,” commented the outer personality, a tinge of sadness in her voice. “She seemed to handle it okay, but I could tell she was hurt.”
The silver-haired vampire nodded thoughtfully. “I don’t know how I feel about the idea of sharing Tsukune with the other girls, either. Having multiple women could prove problematic – look what happened with Father,” she pointed out, referencing the fact that she and her half-sister Kokoa had different family names, Kokoa bearing the proper Shuzen name while Moka had been given the still-baffling moniker “Akashiya.” She didn’t know much about either of their mothers.
The gentle persona rubbed her arms. “What are we going to do? Tsukune will have to meet Dad sometime, right? I told him we’d fight for him, but…” She looked at her feet, uncertainty painting her features.
“We will,” the warrior persona reassured her. “I’ll override the rosary if I have to. I have questions I want to ask Father about the damn thing anyway, like why we have it in the first place. You should go back to sleep, though,” she urged her counterpart. “I’ve kept you up, and we have class in the morning.”
As the gentle persona closed her eyes to disengage from the rosary, the proud persona added softly, “Thank you. I… You’re the only one I can really talk to, you know.”
Outer Moka smiled. “You too. In some ways, I’m glad that we can be close like this. It’s like having a twin sister.” With that, she vanished back into the outside world, leaving inner Moka to her thoughts.
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Elsewhere on campus, Ruby stood guard over the rosary that maintained the barrier separating Yokai Academy – and, by extension, the monster world as a whole – from the human world. Or rather, Ruby would have been standing guard, if she hadn’t taken a brief restroom break. Thus, she wasn’t there to see the rosary, nearly identical to the one around Moka’s neck, develop several small cracks around the perimeter of the crimson jewel in its center.
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A/N: DUN DUN DUN!
That, readers, is the end of this installment (cliffhanger!). I have other girls to write for before I resolve the plot threads I've brought up in this series - the harem, the rosary seal, Outer Moka's nature and Inner Moka's dealing with her vampire instincts. Unfortunately, I haven't finished the next installment yet; it's been a wild few weeks that have left only minimal writing time. Once it's complete, I'll post it on the usual chapter-per-week basis.
Feedback is always appreciated, whether by rating, review, or commenting in the discussion thread (link in first chapter AN). I look forward to your comments!
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