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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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Chapter 7: Man of Wealth and Taste

Lamps lining the corridor walls illuminated the way for Moka, Kokoa, and Tsukune. Plush burgundy carpet absorbed the sounds of their footfalls. Abstract patterns in gold thread stood out against the dark-gray wallpaper. Other corridors branched from the main, leading to various rooms Moka mentioned in passing: ballroom, parlor, dining room, guest quarters, lavatories, gymnasium.
Ahead of the trio, a dark-haired man wearing the formal attire of a butler approached from a spot beside an intimidating set of double-doors: Lord Shuzen’s audience chamber. The butler himself struck Tsukune instantly – tall and lean, he wore his uniform impeccably pressed, with creases sharp as razors and whites spotless as new-fallen snow. Gloves adorned the butler’s hands, and his steel-grey waistcoat’s buttons gleamed golden in the lamplight, as did the fine chain leading to the contents of his right-hand pocket. Jet-black hair, surprisingly unkempt in contrast to the remainder of his appearance, shone dully; the forelocks hung over his forehead, with one strand trailing along the bridge of his delicate nose. That dark hair accentuated the warm brown of the butler’s eyes, which seemed to burn with an unsettling inner fire.
“Good evening, young mistresses,” the butler greeted them in an affable tone. “Your father instructed me to direct you to your rooms so you might settle in. From there, I shall conduct you to the dining room, where you shall take your evening meal with Lord Shuzen.” With frightful efficiency, the butler relieved Kokoa and Tsukune of their burdens as he led them to their rooms – first Kokoa’s old room, then Moka’s – where he unpacked their bags for them in a blur of motion.
Tsukune simply stared, awed by the sheer elegance of the butler’s movements, the practiced ease with which he placed everything in its place at such astonishing speed. Incredible, marveled the young man. Not a single motion goes to waste.
“My, my, Tsukune – have you never seen a butler before?” asked Moka with a teasing smirk.
The young man only shook his head in response.
“Could you at least stop gawking like a total dweeb?” huffed Kokoa, folding her arms. “You’re embarrassing us already!”
“There we are,” announced the butler as he put away the last of Moka’s things, “a place for everything and everything in its place. As for you, young sir,” he continued as he took Tsukune’s lone bag in the blink of an eye, “your guest room is located on the other end of this wing. While you three are enjoying your dinner, I’ll deposit your belongings; and after your meal, I’ll escort you there.”
“Oh, um, thanks,” Tsukune replied uncertainly, scratching the back of his head.
“No thanks necessary, young sir,” the butler demurred. “Now, let’s not keep Lord Shuzen waiting for his lovely daughters and their honored guest. If we were to run late, I should lose my right to call myself ‘one hell of a butler.’”

~~~~~

Minutes later, the butler ushered the three teens into a much smaller dining room than Tsukune had expected. Rather than the anticipated banquet hall, the room boasted only a rectangular table in the center of the room which appeared as if it could seat eight but which currently had place settings for only four. Of greater importance than the table, however, was the lone figure currently seated at the table: Lord Issa Shuzen.
Clad in an exquisite bespoke black suit, white shirt, and blood-red necktie, the vampire lord sat with impeccable posture, radiating authority as he watched the three teenagers approach. His eyes, Tsukune noted, bore the same unnerving scarlet coloration and vertical-slit pupils as Moka’s; likewise, his short hair bore the same unearthly silver hue. One wavy forelock hung down each cheek, framing his stern, aristocratic face.
Moka and Kokoa both bowed deeply at the waist, and Tsukune promptly followed suit. “Greetings, Father,” intoned Moka, taking the lead as the eldest daughter present, “and good evening. We thank you for your hospitality this weekend. We, and our guest, are in your care.”
Tsukune gulped. I’ve never heard Moka speak this formally before, he panicked silently.
A faint smirk alighted on the vampire lord’s lips. “Welcome home, my daughters. Sit and dine with me. That you are here, Moka, instead of that other girl, indicates we have much to discuss.” The girls obeyed.
Lord Shuzen’s gaze shifted fractionally to his daughters’ guest. “I await your introduction, young man.”
Tsukune could feel the vampire lord’s eyes on him, stifling, suffocating him with the weight of his palpable, overwhelming attention. The sensation distinctly reminded him of his first interactions with “inner” Moka. Unbidden, lines from a poem covered in Ms. Nekonome’s class arose from the depths of his consciousness:
            Eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
            And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
            When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
            Then how should I begin?
Forcing his voice through his lips, the young man responded with a formulated phrase: “My name is Tsukune Aono, sir. I am a second-year student at Yokai Academy.”
“I see,” Lord Shuzen replied evenly. “How do you know my daughter?”
“Moka and I have shared the same class since last year, sir. We also write and edit the school newspaper with the rest of the club,” Tsukune replied, honest but not quite forthcoming with the whole truth.
“Whose idea was it for you both to join the Newspaper Club?” continued the vampire lord. “My daughter never demonstrated any inclination towards journalism before.”
“Ms. Nekonome’s, sir,” answered the human boy, willing his voice to remain steady despite the mounting disorientation of keeping himself doubled over. “She’s our homeroom teacher and the faculty advisor for the club. She recommended Newspaper Club to us after…”
Moka’s eyes widened. Tsukune, I warned you…
“After what, young man?” Lord Shuzen asked softly.
“We, ah, had a run-in with the Swimming Club, sir. Originally I wanted to join it instead,” Tsukune answered, wincing at the memories of that fiasco. “That whole club turned out to be just a bunch of mermaids who wanted to eat me. Your daughter saved me, sir.”
“Curious, considering that vampires are weakened by water. Why was my daughter anywhere near the pool?” Lord Shuzen’s eyes continued to bore into the young man.
Knowing his answer would not end well for him, Tsukune swallowed. “I… talked her into it, sir.”
The vampire lord, a picture of serenity, rose to his feet. “You tried to kill my beloved Moka?” he asked, the softness of his voice terrifying the human boy far worse than any shouting ever could have.
“N-No sir! The vampire’s weakness to water…” sputtered Tsukune. “Well, it’s not… it’s not exactly common knowledge.”
“Perhaps we ought to advertise the avenues of our destruction more plainly, then?” asked Lord Shuzen with dripping sarcasm.
“N-N-No sir…”
Moka and Kokoa exchanged worried glances from their seats at the table. Both girls knew they didn’t dare interfere at this point – not if they wanted the answers for which they came. Moka couldn’t help but grip the edge of the table, frustration at her helplessness bubbling beneath her expression.
Lord Shuzen took a single step towards the still-bowing young man. “Let me guess then – something more quotidian, perhaps?” He snapped his fingers. “Of course: you wished to ogle my daughter in her swimsuit. If Fortune smiled upon you, some portion of the garment might even fail, exposing her to your lustful gaze.”
Moka blushed and frowned at her father’s blatant objectification of her. For the moment, though, she kept her place, not wanting her actions to hint at the depth of her relationship to Tsukune. Her teeth ground together from the unaccustomed discomfort of restraining herself.
Tsukune reddened at the accusation, not least because of the accusation’s truth – the former part if not the latter. He dared not admit as much, of course, since he enjoyed breathing. Instead, he gave his other reason for having suggested the Swimming Club: “I just thought it’d be something fun to do together, something I could do well enough to help Moka in case she struggled.”
“You dare suggest my daughter capable of anything less than perfection?” Lord Shuzen asked in a foreboding tone.
Every question he’s asking is a trap, and I just keep walking into them! Tsukune panicked.
Moka decided she’d reached her limit. “Father, please, that’s enough. I think you’ve made your point,” observed the young woman, her cool tone belying this defense of her beloved. “I already chastised Mr. Aono for his poorly-conceived notion after ending his ignorance regarding vampires and water.”
The vampire lord’s eyes flicked momentarily in his daughter’s direction before returning to the object of his inquisition. “I shall leave off for now, then, Mr. Aono, at my daughter’s request. I shall permit you to join me and my daughters for dinner.” He gestured to an empty seat at the table across from his daughters, who had, due to Kokoa’s maneuvering, sat side by side.
Relieved at his reprieve, Tsukune stood back up, ignoring the wave of dizziness that appeared from doing so too quickly. As he took his seat at the table, he noticed a cruel gleam in Lord Shuzen’s eye. The young man squirmed at having to sit next to the terrifying vampire lord.
Lord Shuzen allowed a ghost of a smirk to form on his otherwise-serene face. “That was merely the appetizer, Mr. Aono. Shall we move on to the main course?”

~~~~~

In the infirmary of Yokai Academy, Mizore sighed in intense boredom. Ruby, Kurumu, and Yukari remained unconscious and unmoving. Night had fallen not long ago over the campus, but the ice-woman stared out the window nonetheless. Her thoughts wandered away from where she kept watch over her friends’ immobile forms, flying out towards wherever her beloved Tsukune was at this moment.
On the window-sill beside her, a picture of Tsukune she’d clipped from the school newspaper smiled up at her. Another sigh escaped Mizore’s lips as she ran her finger along Tsukune’s photographed cheek. Wherever you are, Tsukune, be careful. I need you to come back to me.
An impish smirk curled her lips. So you can cum inside me, the ribald thought occurred. How else will I bear your children? Mizore giggled to herself.
A familiar tingle arose between her thighs at the thought of her beloved boyfriend seeding her. Shit, she sighed. I’ve gone and made myself horny, thinking such dirty thoughts.
“I guess I’ll just have to take care of my own needs,” Mizore muttered to herself as she hiked up her skirt and slid her panties down her legs, in full view of the other girls if they were to awaken. Although exhibitionism wasn’t typically her kink – she preferred watching over being watched – the idea of pleasuring herself in plain sight of the others without their knowledge added an extra thrill in this instance. Her by-now-drenched privates readily accepted first one finger, then a second, followed by a third.
“Oh, fuck,” murmured the aroused young snow-maiden as she began pumping her fingers.

~~~~~

Dinner, as it turned out, consisted of smoked salmon on a bed of rice, a dish which Tsukune found most delectable. The butler maintained their drinks with aplomb, keeping Tsukune’s full of ice and water and the vampires’ glasses of blood from transfusion packs at body temperature and uncoagulated. Silence held sway as everyone ate.
After they had emptied their plates, Lord Shuzen turned to his elder daughter. “Tell me, daughter, do you enjoy writing for your newspaper?”
Caught off-guard by the question, Moka took a moment to formulate her response. “Honestly, Father, I have yet to write an article,” she replied. “Until recently, I was released only to fight.”
The vampire lord’s eyebrows rose marginally. “You were unsealed and allowed yourself to be resealed?”
“I resealed myself,” the young woman clarified. “At first, I had no desire to interact with those I deemed my inferiors, as you yourself taught me.” Here her words bore an even tone despite their pointed intent. “Over time, I have changed my mind about the other club members. Tsukune and the others have, despite my resistance to the idea, become my friends.”
Tsukune glanced in surprise at Moka’s praise of her long-time rivals; she returned the glance with a small smile.
“Your answer has revealed much, daughter. However, if you write no articles for the newspaper, I fail to see why you should remain a member of that club,” her father hinted.
Moka lifted her chin, almost defiantly, and answered, “My first article will appear in the next issue, Father. I shall send you a copy in a hand-addressed envelope. If you wish, I shall even sign it.”
“My, but you’ve grown cheeky,” replied the vampire lord indulgently, with a soft accompanying chuckle. “Nonetheless, I shall look forward to reading your work.”
“Just don’t expect me to join that stupid club,” grumbled Kokoa.
Lord Shuzen’s eyes flicked over to the younger vampire. “Not at all,” he answered coolly. “My only expectation for you is to rise to the leadership of the school’s Martial Arts Club.”
Kokoa snorted. “Father, they don’t allow weapons. You know that.”
“Indeed,” Lord Shuzen acknowledged. “I expect you to excel nevertheless.”
Kokoa slumped in her seat. Father is so unfair! she griped to herself. Out of habit, she folded her arms across her chest, until a raised brow from the vampire lord prompted her to sit up straight once again. Even that loser human gets better treatment than me, like a seat closer to the head of the table.
Moka decided to steer the conversation back to its prior track. “Regarding the Newspaper Club, Father, the other reason I have yet to write an article is that the other girl, that pink-haired one who used my name, much preferred that sort of thing.” She fixed her father with a meaningful look. “I should like to know more about that other ‘Moka’ – whence she came and why.”
A shadow crossed the vampire lord’s expression for the briefest of moments before he nodded and replied, “Very well – I believe you are now old enough to learn the truth.” He glided to his feet. “Follow me.”
“All of us?” asked Kokoa.
“Given your noted disdain for that other persona, I doubt you would find the conversation relevant to your interests,” Lord Shuzen replied with a dismissive wave. Casting a look at the waiting butler, he commanded, “Conduct Kokoa and Mr. Aono to their quarters at once.”
The butler bowed in response and cleared the table in far less time than Tsukune would’ve thought possible. As he and Kokoa followed the butler out of the dining room, the young man looked over his shoulder at Moka, who had done the same. The two of them shared a longing, yet worried, look as they parted ways.
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A/N: Sorry for the late update, all - had a busy day.
Finally, the long-awaited appearance of Lord Shuzen. Since this story is based on the anime, I'm using the character's anime appearance. His tactic of using leading questions to entrap Tsukune in bad answers is borrowed from his manga counterpart. (The epilogue is one of the funniest chapters, if you've not read it.)
As always, feedback appreciated in the form of reviews or PMs on the forums!
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