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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 9: Harem Beginning
Morning arrived and found Tsukune and Kurumu still lying together naked in bed in their hotel room, the sheet draped around their waists. Kurumu had snuggled up to Tsukune, in part to avoid lying on her sunburnt back and in part to maintain as much contact with her beloved as possible. Her head rested on his chest, while his hand rested on her hip.
Tsukune stirred, jostling his bedmate enough to wake her. As he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Kurumu’s smiling face, surrounded in the faint glow of the morning sun filtered diffusely through the window curtains. She looks… angelic, he marveled, not without a touch of irony. “Good morning,” he whispered.
“Good morning,” she mumbled back. Kurumu stretched upward to kiss him. Tender at first, the kiss quickly became infused with passion.
The young woman’s hand glided downward along Tsukune’s chest. A brief, sneaky grope under the sheet confirmed her hope and drew a startled but aroused cry from the young man. “I’d love to take care of this for you,” murmured the succubus between kisses.
“I’d like that,” he answered, “but that would give you an unfair advantage over the others.” Tsukune smiled gently and stroked her cheek.
Kurumu pouted and sighed. “Fine. I guess we’d be pushing it to do that again and still have time for breakfast before we catch the bus.”
With that, the teenagers dressed, donning the spare clothes they’d brought. Tsukune wore a simple gray tee and khakis, while Kurumu sported a baby-blue tanktop and khaki shorts, along with her ubiquitous hair-band. Despite his best efforts, the young man couldn’t help but stare at the way the fabric stretched and strained under the effort of containing Kurumu’s magnificent assets.
The young woman’s phone beeped, startling them both. Kurumu flipped the device open and saw that her mother had replied. Her purple eyes swept over the screen. “Mom!” she blurted.
“Something wrong?” asked Tsukune.
“Not really,” answered the succubus. “I, uh, texted Mom last night to share the, um, good news,” she admitted with a blush, one which Tsukune easily matched. “She responded just now… by asking when she can expect grandchildren.”
“What?! So soon?!”
Kurumu rolled her eyes. “I’m sure she’s kidding, or trying to get under my skin. I guess it worked,” she giggled. She shut her phone with a loud snap. “I’ll have to deal with her later.”
Tsukune laughed nervously. “Right…” he mumbled, remembering Ageha’s attempts to seduce him, including an offer for a mother-daughter threesome. I really hope Kurumu doesn’t turn into such a pervert once she’s middle-aged, he shuddered.
Forcing thoughts of Mrs. Kurono from his mind, Tsukune offered his arm to her daughter, who took it readily, sparing a moment to kiss him on the cheek. “Let’s get something to eat, shall we?” he offered, to which she nodded cheerily.
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After a simple breakfast bought from a vending machine, Tsukune and Kurumu walked around town for a bit, simply enjoying one another’s company. The air was a bit brisk, especially when compared to the warmth of the previous day. Kurumu huddled close to her date for warmth, not that Tsukune was about to complain.
They didn’t have to wait long at the bus stop, since the bus pulled up right at 11:11 as promised. The driver grinned as they boarded. “Have fun, kids?”
Tsukune nodded. “Next time, could you warn me if you’re not making an afternoon run?” he grumbled.
“Sure thing,” the driver answered nonchalantly. “That’s easy; the journey you’re about to embark on, not so much.” His glowing eyes seemed to twinkle. “I hope you’re ready.”
The young man swallowed. How much does he know? he wondered. His comments seem both too cryptic and too knowing. What’s he up to?
“I’d better get you kids back to Yokai. You’ve got some choices to make and some homework to do.” The bus driver chuckled.
Tsukune settled in next to Kurumu, a troubled frown on his face. Choices to make, he repeated to himself. Inner Moka said that, too, a while ago. How do I choose without breaking anyone’s heart?
Sensing his mood, Kurumu snuggled up to him. “I love you,” she whispered. “Nothing will change that. If you want to talk…”
“No, thank you,” he replied, a little too curtly, and stared out the window at the hypnotic chromatic display of the tunnel. Kurumu frowned, but she stayed close and quiet for the rest of the ride.
~~~~~
Never before had Tsukune Aono dreaded a Monday so much. He’d spent all day Sunday deliberating over his next move, weighing option after option, considering every alternative. This analysis took so much time and energy that he neglected his homework.
Classes evaporated, and Newspaper Club arrived all too soon. The five teenagers labored on their separate articles, a tense silence hanging over them all. Glances flew back and forth among them.
The bell signaling the end of club time came as a relief. As they cleaned up to go, Tsukune steeled himself. “Everyone,” he called, “we need to talk, so let’s all sit around the main table.”
They all complied, expectant and nervous expressions on their faces. Tsukune coughed and scratched the back of his head. “First, I wanted to thank you all for agreeing to go out with me, and without interfering with each other,” he told them with a smile. None of the girls looked unhappy with the remark, so he continued: “I had a lot of fun on all the dates.”
“I bet mine was the most fun,” commented Mizore coolly. “It was something only I could do.”
“Mine was the most refined, the most elegant,” Yukari sniffed. “You couldn’t have been nearly as classy.”
“Mine had the most mishaps,” argued Kurumu. “Those are the stuff that romance is built on.”
“What would you know about romance, you big-boobed tramp?” growled Yukari.
“More than you,” the succubus shot back. “You may look older, but inside you’re still a kid.”
“None of that matters!” cried Moka, astonishing them all as she pounded the table with her hands and launched to her feet. “Tsukune liked me first, and he told me he loves me!”
The four girls, pushed now to the breaking point, stood and glared at each other. Determination on their faces, they decided to settle things once and for all. They clenched their fists in fury…
… and began waving them up and down ineffectually.
Tsukune slumped, his head falling into his hands. Crap – this is already turning into a total disaster, and I haven’t even told them yet! he griped inwardly. He cast about for some way to salvage the situation, but nothing presented itself. Finally, after watching the girls battling for several minutes, the young man decided to lay his cards on the table and let the chips fall wherever they would.
“Everyone, listen! Please!” he pleaded, but they continued their four-way combat. “I’m trying to tell you… I love you all!”
That got their attention. The four girls froze, wide-eyed, as they heard the words they most longed to hear. They all fixed Tsukune with expectant, even hopeful, gazes.
Tsukune swallowed and looked back, from one to the next, taking in their beautiful eyes – Moka’s sea-green, Kurumu’s deep amethyst, Yukari’s electric violet, Mizore’s ice-blue. “I love all four… er, five… of you,” he repeated for emphasis, remembering to include inner Moka. “That’s why it’s been so hard for me to choose all this time. I didn’t realize, until I’d been with each of you, exactly how much each one of you means to me. I still can’t choose, but I know why now.” He smiled hopefully.
At his words, the girls all smiled to different degrees. Kurumu and Yukari broke into broad grins, while Moka and Mizore’s smiles were more subdued. Tsukune started to relax, thinking he’d managed to defuse the tension among his would-be girlfriends.
“You… love me?” Mizore murmured, her cheeks stained pink. “I think I might melt.”
Yukari giggled. “I just knew you’d fall for my superior intellect now that it’s contained in this smoking body!” She ran her hands along her curves.
“Yahoo-hoo!” Kurumu crowed, pumping her fist. “My Destined One loves me! He really loves me!”
The rosary jewel on Moka’s neck flickered. Within its confines, the silver-haired Moka floated, a stunned expression on her face. “Tsukune… loves me?” she whispered. “I… I love him too! Tell him I love him too!” she shouted, hoping outer Moka would hear.
The pink-haired Moka smiled obliviously. “I love you too, Tsukune. You know that,” she replied. “I just… don’t want to share you.” Her smile faded, and she looked down at the table. “I’m sorry, Tsukune, but I can’t!”
“Share?” Yukari parroted, her heart skipping a beat as her hopes rose.
Kurumu licked her lips. “I’ll share, with a glad heart. Anything for my Destined Mate.”
Mizore interlaced her fingers. “As long as Tsukune loves me and calls me his ‘snow-bunny’ when we fuck and makes babies with me one day,” she intoned, “I don’t mind.”
“Babies?” Tsukune blurted.
“One day,” Mizore repeated. “Not just yet, of course.”
“Wait… you… with Mizore?!” Moka shouted incredulously.
“I… treated everyone equally,” Tsukune answered diplomatically.
Inside the rosary, inner Moka fumed. “That means he… with Yukari… before me… I can’t believe it! Why didn’t he tell me?” She willed herself to override the rosary and take control, but the seal held. “Damn!” she cursed it. “You’re lucky, Tsukune, or I’d be teaching you your place right now!”
Her anger, at least, filtered through onto outer Moka’s face. “I didn’t mind when it was just the other me,” she bit out, “but everyone else too? You’re a jerk, Tsukune, a real cad!”
“Moka… please…”
A tear rolled down her cheek. “I thought you understood! My father had more than one woman; that’s why Kokoa and I have different surnames,” she explained, her voice shaking. “It’s caused a lot of problems in my family! I don’t want that kind of thing to happen again!” She blushed fiercely at the implication that she’d been thinking so long-term.
Tsukune flushed as well when the implications dawned on him. He pictured a beaming Moka cradling a little bundle of joy – their little bundle of joy. A grin at the thought crept across his face, even though the thought also terrified him. Further elating him and frightening him was the idea of the others also cradling their own bundles and beaming at him.
“Moka,” he murmured. “I don’t mean to hurt your feelings. I’m just trying to be honest about mine.” He glanced at Kurumu, who gave him an approving nod.
The pink-haired girl started to say something, but she simply shut her eyes. The rosary jewel flashed. Inner Moka raged at her alter-ego: “No! Don’t tell him off! We can’t lose him!”
Outer Moka gritted her teeth. “Okay, Tsukune,” she relented. “I’ll share… for a little while. Promise me, though, that you’ll make a choice by the end of the year.” When Tsukune hesitated, she glared. “Promise me.”
Tsukune sighed and nodded; he could never refuse Moka anything. “Okay. I promise. Until then,” he continued with a smile at all of the girls, “I’d like all of you to be my girlfriends.” Kurumu, Yukari, and Mizore grinned and nodded eagerly. Moka frowned; at her inner persona’s urging, though, she too nodded her assent, if reluctantly.
“I love you, Tsukune,” she told him, “and that’s why I’ll give you another chance.”
“I love you too, Tsukune,” chimed in Yukari. “You, too, Moka,” she added, blushing, “even if you don’t feel the same.”
“I love you too, Tsukune!” chirped Kurumu. “Now that I know you love me, you can believe I’ll try my best to be a good girlfriend.”
“I feel the same,” Mizore murmured. “I loved you before I met you, so I won’t give up now.”
“I’ll be able to tell you how I feel soon,” vowed inner Moka.
Tsukune flushed. He’d known for some time how they felt, but it was still a bit overwhelming to hear four confessions in such short succession. “Thank you, Moka, and thank you, everyone. I promise to treat our relationships well and make all of you as happy as I can.” To seal his promise, he bowed at the waist.
Elsewhere on campus, the cracks already in the jewel at the center of the rosary which powered the barrier separating Yokai Academy from the rest of the world grew.
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A/N: Thus we come to the end of this story, but not the end of the story overall. I've got quite a bit more semi-planned for Tsukune and his bevy of hotties. I'm currently working on a story in another domain, though; further, by the time I finish it, I'll be starting or in the middle of summer courses, which are super-intense. In other words, I don't know when I'll even start the next installment, much less have it ready to begin posting. :(
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