I do not own Rosario + Vampire.

I know this is short, but goodness you've all waited long enough. I might add another chapter for a better depth conclusion, but as of now I still have major writers block for this story and so this is the end…erg, the semi-end I suppose depending if I go back.

Special thanks to Kiba Katsutoshi. I'm sorry.

Also, PissedOffreader thank you for reminding me that this story exists.

To all reviewers, readers, and followers, I love you and you're too gorgeous for me to truly concentrate so stop being so wonderful.

Tsukune should have known from the beginning that not everyone could be happy with his decision As much as he wished he could pick both girls, that wasn't a realistic solution. He wished that people could easily just forget about someone they love without getting hurt. It'd make his choice easier. He was to blame and he knew they'd hate each other anyways.

It was his indecisiveness, the way his heart was always on his sleeve, Kurumu's deception and impulse, and Moka's closer to the world and love. All the factors that came into play and all the things that had the three of them tumbling down. All of them were currently under water drowning. No matter how one looked at it, there was no such thing as equal love.

Moka loved Tsukune and Kurumu loved him too. Tsukune knew and felt that Kurumu loved him more. Perhaps that was unfair in retrospect considering Moka had known him latter in live, but it was the truth. It's what hurt him most because he loved Moka. He loved Kurumu but it wasn't the same type of love.

He'd do anything for Kurumu, he'd go to the depths of hell and back for her. Why? She was his best friend as long as he could remember, but their love had been a lie. Kurumu wanted acceptance and Tsukune was literally enchanted. It was mutually benefited and it'd been long enough to make thing comfortable, but it wasn't what they needed or wanted.

When he told the girls who he'd pick, feeling like an utter fool for putting them through this, Moka had been shocked but Kurumu gave him a sad knowing smile. She understood because she would always know him better than she knew herself. He wouldn't leave her though and Moka wouldn't let him. She had been surprisingly accepting of it. Soon enough, the girls became friends.

They did have fights, however, lots of them. All over Tsukune. He felt wrong about the situation. He wished for nothing more than to leave them both so they'd find someone worth, but he was far too selfish. He loved them both.

Moka fulfilled him like they were meant for each other. It was destiny that they'd meet and fate just pushed them together through Kurumu. It was horrid thing for Kurumu to realize, but she glad she could contribute something special to his life. She'd taken so much from him, she was glad she could return something. She still wished it was her though.

Tsukune never realized how selfless the girl was until she just moved aside for him. She refused her own love for him, she sucked up her sorrow and gave a smile as tears cascaded down her cheeks. He wished, oh goodness, how he desired to love her differently. Moka could move on, she's only been with him for a short time, but Kurumu had just been broken. He had hugged her tightly and shamelessly looked into Moka's eyes for support.

The crimson gaze gave him sympathy and reassurance. Kurumu could do that too, but his heart wouldn't race like that without being under her spell. He'd never say it out loud even if Moka needed to hear it. He'd hurt Kurumu enough.

Moka was wounded by the sight of the two. She had broken up the duo because of her selfishness and desires. Sure, Tsukune had been under a charm for many years but had see not entered the picture they would have reunited. They would have probably lived happily ever after with two kids and an immense love. Moka wouldn't dwell in what could have been for those two, not only because it hurt but because Tsukune wouldn't do it.

He was the type of guy that made a choice and never really turned back especially if it was a commitment to someone one. The three were obviously in the wrong the whole time. All was fair in love and war, but they had fought a brutal, blood battler.