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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 5: Lying on the Beach Without a Care at All
After an hour of volleyball, Kurumu decided to show mercy on her date, who currently lay face-down in the sand, having missed yet another of the demon’s vicious spikes. “Maybe we should do something else now?” she recommended as she knelt beside Tsukune to help him to his feet. “You did say you’d teach me how to swim.”
Covered in sand, Tsukune chuckled. “Good idea, Kurumu – I could definitely use a rinse. Besides,” he remarked as he looked around the beach, which had grown significantly more crowded since they arrived, “we’d probably bump into someone or spray sand all over them if we kept playing.”
As the two teens waded into the ocean, they luxuriated in the cool water lapping against their skin – first around their feet, then their knees, and finally their waists. Tsukune dipped himself up to his neck and wiped his sandy face with his wet hands. Kurumu couldn’t hide the shock on her face when she saw him nearly drop under the surface, but she relaxed when she saw what he was doing.
When the young man returned to the upright position, Kurumu fought the urge to shove him playfully. “You jerk,” she chided him instead. “I thought for a moment that something had grabbed you to pull you under.”
“Sorry to scare you like that,” apologized Tsukune, scratching the back of his head. “The current’s not strong enough here to do that, and no ocean creatures big enough can live in water this shallow.” The young man felt a swell of pride at remembering such things from biology class.
“Well, I brought my flotation devices anyway, just in case!” the succubus joked, bouncing herself up and down a few times.
Tsukune’s face reddened at the sight and thanked his lucky stars that the ocean water’s cool embrace held him up to his waist. Mizore was about this temperature, though, he recalled, thwarting his attempts to avoid an erection. The young man refocused, remembering the sirens of the Swimming Club who’d nearly drowned him – specifically their fanged, fishy faces leering with delight at the prospect of drowning him and tearing him to pieces in a feeding frenzy. That did the trick. At least they actually taught me how to swim first, he mused.
“First,” he told his date, “I’ll show you how to move your arms.”
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Despite her built-in flotation devices, Kurumu quickly realized that swimming wasn’t for her, especially after a wave bowled her under for the fifth time. She sputtered as she regained her feet in knee-deep water. A quick check confirmed that her hairband and bikini top had remained in their designated locations.
Concern written all over his features, Tsukune waded over to his date to check on her. Kurumu swiped her hair out of her eyes in frustration. “Sorry, Tsukune,” she apologized, “but it looks like I should try to stay as far away from swimming as Moka does.” Admitting such a failure left a taste in Kurumu’s mouth as bad as that of the overwhelming amount of sea-salt on her lips.
Not knowing what to say to her, Tsukune simply placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. He hadn’t missed the way she’d compared herself to Moka, so he knew he had to handle this delicately. “It’s not that bad,” he tried to soothe her. “You just need practice, that’s all.”
Kurumu shook her head, saltwater spritzing all over the young man. “Maybe I can’t be the kind of girl I wanted to be for you, one you could swim with, or enjoy hot springs with, or anything like that.” She looked up at him, pitiable in her bedraggled state. “Maybe the others were right – my only real skills are those of a housewife, or… or a maid.” Her eyes lit with a wild desperation Tsukune hadn’t seen before as she pleaded, “Even if you choose someone else, would you let me stay near you as your maid?”
The young man, with no idea how to respond to this sudden and out-of-left-field request, frowned and found himself a little angry – he hated hearing one of his friends thinking so badly of herself. “Kurumu, I don’t want you to be my maid,” he answered evenly. “I want you to be my friend.” At her hurt look, he amended: “My date too. I don’t think I’ve done a very good job of that today, especially as your swimming teacher, since I’m just a beginner myself. The fault is therefore entirely mine.” He bowed low in contrition.
Now Kurumu’s turn to be surprised had arrived. “Tsukune, that’s very sweet,” the succubus replied, “but I’m the one who should apologize. I just… feel like such a useless person,” she admitted. “I’m always playing second fiddle to Moka – inner and outer alike – or one of the others, and when I finally get this opportunity to stand out, to do something with you that the others haven’t or can’t, I… I failed.”
On impulse, to both teenagers’ surprise, Tsukune brought the young woman into a tight embrace. “You’re not useless, Kurumu,” he insisted. “You’re very important to me. If anyone’s useless, it’s me. You girls save my bacon all the time; I’d be dead countless times without you. Sometimes I wonder why any of you stick around me, what you see in me that has you so smitten.”
Kurumu embraced her human friend and would-be beau in return, her heart breaking at hearing him say such things. “It’s because you’re so kind,” she answered, “so gentle and sincere. You’d have every reason, every right, to hate girls like us – myself more than the rest, given what I did to you and Moka, and what I was going to do.” Not for the first time today, she shuddered at the memory. “You forgave us instead; you forgave me.”
On impulse, to the young man’s surprise, she gave him a peck on the cheek. “That’s why I love you, Tsukune Aono. That’s why I feel that you’re my Destined Mate,” she whispered into his ear, just loudly enough to be heard over the waves.
Tsukune pushed her away, just enough to look into each other’s eyes. Such a lovely shade of purple, he marveled. Her lips look really soft too. Aloud, he murmured her name.
Kurumu’s heart raced. Yahoo-hoo! she cheered internally. It’s happening again – and this time, that witch isn’t here to spoil the moment. Aloud, she murmured his name back as she gazed longingly into his chocolate eyes, so full of tenderness and a touch of his own longing.
The teens leaned closer to one another. Their breath tickled each other’s lips as they neared contact. Before their lips could meet, though, a particularly large wave crashed into them and swept them off their feet, ultimately depositing them in a heap back on the beach.
The moment ruined, both teens picked themselves up and brushed themselves off. Frustrated sighs soon gave way to laughter. “By most measures,” Tsukune told Kurumu, “this date should feel like a disaster; but I’m having a great time.”
“Me too,” she replied. Before she could elaborate or suggest a new activity, a loud growl erupted from her stomach. The young woman’s cheeks reddened in embarrassment.
“I guess it’s about time for lunch,” remarked Tsukune, who restrained a laugh for the sake of his date’s dignity. “Let’s see what we can find.”
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Lunch for the two teenagers proved a simple affair, consisting of inexpensive rice-balls bought from a stand not far from their blanket. After lunch, they reapplied their sunscreen and lounged on the beach under their rented parasol, both to rebuild their energy after the morning’s excitement and to avoid the hottest part of the day. During this respite, they chatted about nothing of consequence, simply trading the odd rumors about students, faculty, and staff of their school. Eventually, small talk dried up, and they simply lazed together.
From time to time, Kurumu felt the eyes of other male beach-goers on her body – as a succubus, her senses were particularly attuned to the feeling of being ogled. I used to like it when boys stared, she mused, but now it just creeps me out. It can’t just be a succubus thing, she reasoned, because Mom still loves being ogled, even though she found her Destined Mate and had me.
Kurumu rolled her eyes. Maybe Mom is just a tramp… and I’m not. Maybe that’s why we’ve argued so much since Tsukune came into my life – she doesn’t understand that I can’t just throw myself at him the way she does with her boyfriends… or that I refuse to hypnotize Tsukune and make him my slave. I’ve told her so many times: I don’t want a slave; I want Tsukune to choose to be with me. The young woman sighed.
Meanwhile, Tsukune glared protectively at anyone he caught gawking at his date, though he felt certain he missed many more. Why me? This would be so much simpler if I only loved Moka, he groaned to himself. Probably not, actually, he amended. I’d just be responsible for breaking three girls’ hearts.
Then again, argued his inner devil’s advocate, I might do that much anyway – or worse, go a perfect four-for-four on breaking hearts. I’ve really dug myself deep now – it really looks like an all-or-nothing situation. The young man sighed.
Remembering what he and Yukari had discussed about their succubus friend during their date – was it really only three weeks ago? – the human boy asked his date, “Forgive me for prying, but… how did it feel this week, while you were under the effects of your, um, condition?”
Pulled from her own thoughts, Kurumu took several moments to prepare her answer. “My chest felt heavy,” she explained, adding “heavier than usual” to pre-empt the joke even though Tsukune wouldn’t have made it anyway. “I felt like my heart and lungs were under all this pressure. Breathing became harder and harder. My heartbeat slowed down and became really irregular, even erratic.” She fixed her beloved Tsukune with a doleful gaze. “I’ve never felt so scared, or lonely. When you visited, I thought I was hallucinating.”
Tsukune blanched and stared out at the horizon. “All because of me,” he murmured. His mind flashed back to his last visit home, when all the girls nearly killed each other over him and nearly wrecked the whole neighborhood doing so, only stopped by both Mokas’ timely intervention. Your indecisiveness caused all this, he remembered inner Moka chiding him. You’ll have to make a decision soon, about who you want to be with.
“Tsukune, I’m okay now,” she reassured him, drawing his mind back to the present. “So don’t worry about me. As long as I have a place in your heart, I can endure.” Kurumu half-smiled and scooted a bit closer. “Based on how worried you’ve been about me all week, and how worried you still are, I’m guessing I have a small place, at least.” Gingerly she let her hand brush his.
The young man nodded, becoming suddenly aware, as he turned towards her, of how close their faces were. “Like I said before,” he whispered, “you’re a very important person to me, Kurumu.”
The young woman beamed and took a shaky breath. “You already know how I feel,” she replied, “but hearing you say that, along with how you’ve treated me this week, makes me feel so… so light inside, Tsukune.” Her lips parted and her eyes drifted shut.
Tsukune leaned in as well. She can’t be using her succubus powers like Love-Charm with her eyes closed, he realized, yet I’m feeling drawn to her anyway. At that moment, their lips made contact, washing away all of their doubts and fears and other thoughts.
Because they’d both swum in the ocean, each of them tasted to the other strongly of salt and a little of sand. Despite the taste, however, they deepened the kiss, their tongues exploring each other tentatively. Tsukune found himself enjoying Kurumu’s enthusiasm as they kissed; a distant part of him wondered how she seemed to intuit how to move her lips and tongue just how he liked, while another sliver of consciousness marveled at that same ability. Once more, the young man had to restrain himself from pondering too much about the implications of Kurumu’s seeming inborn talents and inclinations.
Like all good things, the kiss ended. Tsukune wore a satisfied grin on his face as they broke apart, and he fully expected Kurumu’s face to have a similar look. Much to his surprise, though, the succubus instead bore an expression of confusion, hurt, and betrayal.
She glared at him. “Tsukune, I can’t believe you… with all the others…” she sputtered. “You… you… you cad!”
Then she slapped him.
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A/N: Sorry for the late update, everyone. I'm hoping that everyone is enjoying the story, including the somewhat slow pacing (though things are picking up now). Thanks once more to everyone who reviewed the previous chapter. I look forward to receiving further feedback as the story unfolds!
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