A/N: This story follows canon up till chapter 64 of the Rosario + Vampire Season ii manga. Alucard and Fairy Tale were defeated and everyone is now enjoying their third year at Yokai Academy (second year for Kokoa).

Warning: This is a yuri/lesbian/girl-on-girl fic. This story also contains incest and it is one of the main driving points of the plot. If you are offended by such material I ask you to please stop reading this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Rosario Vampire nor do I make money from writing this, the characters and history belong to IKEDA Akihisa .

Now then without further ado I present to you the first chapter of Dreams.

My Onee-sama

"O-Onee-sama?" Kokoa breathed. Her hearts hammered against her chest. Silver locks glittered in the shining moonlight. Crimson eyes gleamed as they bore into her eyes. Kokoa's heart beat louder. Her throat and chest tightened. Frozen. Unable to speak she could only stare.

Kokoa stared engrossed, bathed in the light of the moon the true form of her sister, adorned in a dress as red the blood that flowed in all creatures veins, she possessed an incomparable beauty like a Goddess. As this woman, this otherworldly being, stood there in the light. Kokoa saw, so unmistakably this was it, what every woman envied and every male desired.

Grace.

Elegance.

Beauty.

Confidence.

Power.

In a word, perfection. Smooth, soft, pale sun-hidden skin, with hair silver as the pale moon that cascaded down her neck blowing in the soft breeze, glimmering locks of purest silver reflecting the bright rays of light shining down upon her. Slim figure, long legs, toned muscles, ample chest and her eyes. Her slit reptilian like eyes. A crimson so deep and so rich exuding a power and confidence only seen in the eyes of an apex predator. The strongest of the strong, fastest of the fast, best of the best. The most powerful.

It was in those eyes that you saw all of this, those eyes that enveloped you in their supremacy. That made you gasp in wonderment. That froze you in fear and trepidation. And deep in those eyes you saw an arrogance held by one who knew they were superior to all before them. And she was. If anyone in the world were to be permitted to carry an arrogance a pride like this, that when she walked before you, you would be on the ground groveling. Blessed to be near her, to walk the same ground she does, to inhale the very same air that she breathes.

If anyone in this world were permitted to carry a pride as great as this, it was her.

Moka Akashiya.

Vampiress. Closest thing to a Goddess in this world. This world that was so blind to her magnificent superiority. This foolish simple world that saw her pride as conceitedness, her power as arrogance and her ethereal perfection as only mere attractiveness. The world that was so afraid of her grace, elegance, beauty and power that they locked and sealed her away behind a Rosario, never to see this sightless world that banished her ever again.

Kokoa was the only one that saw all of this, the only one that wasn't as visionless as the rest of the world. She was the only one that understood. The only one that knew. The only one that wasn't as naïve and blind as all those around her. The only one that truly saw her sister for what she was a, Goddess.

And here she was this Goddess. Right in front of her eyes.

Standing there in the dark night surrounded by moonlight, Kokoa was never more sure of her heavenliness, of her otherworldliness.

The cold night air chilled Kokoa, her frame shivered both from the cold and from excitement. The Goddess's eyes flickered. Then the Goddess took a step. The ground shimmered and scattered like millions of stars blanketing her in sparks of bright white light. The Goddess took another step and again the ground shattered and scattered showering her in sparks yet again.

Kokoa was awe-inspired unable to move, to speak, to form coherent thought, so once again all she could do was stare. Kokoa was gazing upon a Goddess as she graciously, gently made her way towards Kokoa.

Stars erupting everywhere, bathing this being in a magical heavenly aura. Kokoa was frozen in wonder at this magnificent picturesque scene, able to stare for all eternity never averting her gaze…ever. Suddenly it was all over and the Goddess was there. Right in front of her gazing intently into Kokoa's eyes as the last of the glittering stars slowly faded away in the background.

"Kokoa." immediately Kokoa's eyes snapped to those lips that uttered her name, the lips that the powerful tantalizing voice escaped from, uttering her name. Crimson eyes staring intently into her emerald green orbs. Her eyes are so rich. Kokoa shuddered.

"Kokoa." again Kokoa's eyes snapped right back to those lips. The lips of her sister, her almighty powerful, perfect sister. With those lips, those soft, smooth, perfect, kissable lips.

Kokoa reared back. What did she just say! Kissable?!

Suddenly Kokoa smashed into something soft and warm. Slender arms appearing from nowhere wrapped themselves around her. A sweet, herbal smell surrounded her and flooded her nose. Kokoa inhaled the smell deeper wanting more. Warm breath tickled her ear. A sugar-sweet voice whispered into her ear. "What's wrong Kokoa-chan?" She began to tremble.

Kokoa turned to see who was holding her. She saw and she gaped. Eyes as emerald green as her own, filled with warmth and kindness stared back at her innocently. Radiant pink hair fluttered in the magical breeze. A round endearing face, with rosy cheeks, inches from her own. Breathing heavily on her. She could feel moist breath against her skin. The pink-haired beauty smiled at Kokoa. A toothy smile, showing clearly to Kokoa the elongated fangs that were proof of her vampirism.

"Wh-whats going on!?" Kokoa shouted. A million thoughts running through her head, confusion. What!? How was this possible! It's not possible! Why are they both here!? Why are they so close to me!? Where am I!?

"Look at me Kokoa." Powerful hands grasped her face, turning her to look directly into those reptilian-slit eyes. Eyes smirking with a predatory gleam, slowly coming closer. Their faces inches from each other. So close, hot breath exhaling onto Kokoa's face. Those lips so close to her own and coming closer. Kokoa felt her knees begin to tremble.

Then, soft and warm, lips touched her own. It was gentle, almost as if their lips weren't even touching. As if she was kissing a ghost. Kokoa's heart stopped. She was unable to struggle, those slender arms holding her tightly. Not allowing Kokoa any chance to escape. Kokoa couldn't breathe she felt like she was suffocating. Her stomach was flying, butterflies frantically flapping their wings inside her.

An innocent kiss, but displaying so much pure affection. It was a moment of pure bliss. Kokoa didn't even care about the fact that none of this was possible. She was enveloped in the moment. The perfect, blissful, serene moment. This was what she wanted. She wanted to be close to her sister. For her sister to be close to her. To be recognized by her sister, to be loved by her amazing, all powerful, beautiful sister. Another cold breeze blew through the night air, blowing locks of silver hair around Kokoa.

Finally the kiss ended. Kokoa felt weak and breathless she stared into the crimson eyes of her sister. "Onee-sama." Kokoa whispered.

Instantly Kokoa was pressed on hard from both sides. Two new pairs of arms were around her snaking through her underarms and resting on the small of her back. She was stuck between two iron grips. She was being leaned on from in front of and behind her. Kokoa felt almost as if she was being crushed. Pressed by the two forms of her sister, she felt like a trapped animal.

Slowly hands started roaming around her body, sliding under her shirt, feeling her skin. Feeling around her body sliding underneath her clothes, caressing her skin and sending icy shivers down her spine. Hands everywhere around her body, tracing her spine feeling each individual bump, moving along her stomach feeling the muscled underneath, tracing circles around her belly button, hands climbing higher and higher, desperately trying to feel everything.

"Ah! Onee-samaaa." Kokoa groaned. She shivered as she felt sharp piercing fangs glide against her neck. Kokoa's breathing was heavy, hot. She felt the arms behind her stiffen momentarily, and then once again they started moving up along her body, tracing the outlines of her flesh, feeling the muscle underneath her skin, trailing against her skin purposefully one goal in mind. Soft handsfinally reached their destination as they clamped firmly around her breasts.

Kokoa's loud moan echoed throughout the night air. Kokoa felt her body heating up under the sensual assault she was receiving. Fangs started sliding their way up along her neck, and then began to move along her jaw line, leaving a searing trail as they met Kokoa's sensitive skin. Hot breath tickled her ear as a voice whispered "Was this what you wanted?"

Kokoa could only whimper a response. Her whole body was shuddering, trembling with excitement. She felt so small, so weak. So utterly defenseless under this assault of her senses, delivered by the two she most wanted. She heard giggles as the voice whispered back sensually. "Me too."

Then powerful lips pressed forcefully against Kokoa's own. This kiss was nothing like the other one. Not gentle, but forceful, not affectionate but lustful. This was a kiss that wanted more. Much more. Kokoa felt her mouth forced open, felt as a warm tongue slid in. Felt as the tongue sought out her own.

Kokoa moaned into her sister's mouth. She moaned even deeper when the hands on her breast began to move, gently fondling her sending new waves of pleasure rocketing trough her. Teeth gently nibbled her ear, intensifying the pleasure.

As Kokoa stood there trapped in between her sister's two forms. Suffocating under the pressure and pleasure coursing through her. Unable to breathe at how hot she felt, at how her body was not hers to control.

It was a slave to the pleasure rocketing through her body, reacting without her will, moaning without her consent. Kokoa's head was twisted and her sister's tongues attention moved to her fangs. The tongue felt the sharp tips of her elongated fangs; it traced the outline of them and wrapped itself around them. Then her head was twisted even further as her fangs were hooked by another pair.

Standing there, with her fangs hooked by her sisters own, as their tongues roved around each other's mouths. As her ear was nibbled sensually and her breasts fondled gently by soft, small hands, Kokoa felt so hot, so staggeringly hot, it felt like Kokoa's blood was boiling within her veins.

Then she noticed the cool night breeze blow against her naked skin. Skin against skin. All three of them standing there, in the cold night, their naked bodies pressed against each other, feeling the heat of bare skin touching bare skin. Both bodies pressed even harder against her. Reveling in the touch of their skin, feeling the softness of their bodies the heat of their nakedness creeping into her while the cold breeze sapped away her own warmth.

As their hands and tongues started moving along her clothe-less skin, slowly moving down across her body sending tingles of pleasure all over her small frame leaving fiery trails along her nudity. Their nakedness pressed against her. Warmth being sapped and absorbed simultaneously, extreme fire was burning against her skin at their light touches, their warm tongues moving along her cool skin, warming it only for their saliva to then freeze against her skin. Her senses were overloaded. It was too much, too much. Blazing heat then freezing cold. She couldn't handle it. She couldn't move, couldn't think. Too sensually overloaded Kokoa shouted into the night sky. "It's too much!"

And just like that it all stopped. The breeze died, the ground disappeared and as she stared at the rapidly disappearing world, she saw silver and pink hair blowing in front of her face. Two smiling faces gazing deeply into her eyes, before they both faded away from her dreamland.

…

Emerald eyes snapped open as the wind screeched outside, battering the window. The alarm clock read 3am; it was always eerie at 3 in the morning. Actually it was always eerie at Yokai Academy. With a sigh sheets were thrown across the room lying sloppily along the floor. A light switched flicked on, bathing the room in fluorescent light. Feet got up from bed and started walking towards the bathroom.

The night air was cool, not too cold not too hot. Like autumn, it was always autumn here at Yokai Academy with it being completely cut off from the human world. Yet despite the cool temperature Kokoa felt like she was standing in the middle of a blistering desert. She was hot, sweaty and bothered. She was irritated at the dream she had just had. She needed a bath, a very cold bath.

Kokoa scrambled around in her cupboard looking for her herbal tablets. She noticed she was running out, she was going to have to buy new ones soon. Kokoa began running the cold water, dropped the tablet in the running bath and waited for the bath to fill up. She saw Kou-chan sleeping peacefully on her pillow, unbothered by her sudden disappearance. Kokoa really envied him sometimes.

Kokoa's thought were a mess, she couldn't think straight. The wind was beginning to get really noisy outside, it was too loud! She never understood how in a place completely cut off from the human world winds would still blow across campus. Especially by the dorms, always screeching in the middle of the night, maybe it was some kind of wind monster just trying to bug everyone. But whatever it was it was really annoying.

Kokoa stopped the running water and looked at herself in the small mirror which lay just above the bathroom sink. Her hair was a mess, sticking up at odd ends all round her scalp; her pajamas were wrinkled and lay haphazardly across her frame. Then she looked into her green eyes, analyzing them. They're not as bright as Moka's. Then Kokoa pumped her Youki and watched as her green eyes soon morphed to a dangerous red. And they're not as deep and rich as Moka's either. Kokoa sighed asshe stripped herself of her suffocating sleepwear and slowly descended herself into the freezing bathwater. The coldness was a bit of a shock, making her shiver and her heart race in surprise. But at least she was finally cool, not so scorching hot.

Kokoa sat in the bath, letting the coldness envelop her and cool down the raging fire within her. Eventually Kokoa began to cool down and she finally got her thought together. She began to think about what she had just experienced in her dreamland. It wasn't the first time she had had a dream like that, but it was the first time it had been that… intense, the first time that they had all been stripped to their bare skin, the first time that she had ever got that close to nirvana.

The dreams had started around the time they had defeated Alucard. Kokoa had seen the way Akua was looking at Moka, the way Tsukune was looking at Moka. Both of them with that look in their eye. And Moka was completely oblivious to it. She was completely oblivious to the way her beauty and power captivated everyone who had met her, the way it made them want her.

Kokoa had seen that look and gotten angry, why? Because Moka was hers. She was her Onee-sama. Her idol, her goal, her obsession. Kokoa was the only one who would fully appreciate her. She didn't realize it at first, the way she was falling for her own sister. She had always admired Moka, always aspired to be like her. To have her grace, elegance, beauty and power. She had thought it was just sisterly admiration, it probably was. But when the first dream had come she had slowly started to realize her true feelings.

...

The first dream had happened just before the time Kokoa had begun her second year at Yokai Academy. The dream had been about life in the Shuzen Manor. It was on Moka's 10th birthday, she was in that crimson dress Akua had given her that day. Little Moka was nervous, upset. Kokoa didn't know why she was so upset it was her birthday she was supposed to be happy. She didn't understand.

Kokoa had gone to bed early that night. She had wanted to play with Kou-chan but felt if she did surrounded by everybody, like her mother and father, they would just give her that disappointed look she always seemed to get. So she went to her room.

It was an hour after she had secluded herself in her bedroom when she heard her voice.

"Kokoa are you still awake?"

The door creaked open slowly, light from the hallway spilled into her room. The light shone clearly on Kokoa, outlining her on the wall behind. Kokoa flinched from the light and held up Kou-chan to block her eyes and felt him hiss as his eyes were exposed to the bright light.

Kokoa blinked, waiting for her eyes to adjust to the sudden change in light. She squinted against the blinding light to try to see who it was at the door. She could only make out a dress. A deep red dress.

"Onee-sama? What is it?"

There stood Moka, silver hair framing her face. Except… she was weird. She wasn't confident, didn't carry herself around like she usually did. She stood there, in the doorway fidgeting and looking nervous. This was not her Onee-sama Kokoa immediately thought.

"Can I come in?" Moka asked nervously.

Kokoa only nodded her head really slowly. Why is Onee-sama being so weird? Kokoa was perplexed she didn't understand this. Moka was never this vulnerable she was always strong and independent. Always sure of herself, never weak like this. It made Kokoa uncomfortable, made her feel scared.

Slowly Moka made her way to Kokoa's bed. She gently sat down next to Kokoa. Kokoa held Kou-chan tighter against her chest. Hoping that would make her feel more confident and self-assured. Less afraid of this situation she had found herself in. It didn't.

This close up Kokoa could see her sister more clearly. She could see deeper into her eyes, those eyes that were usually so powerful and assured, now they were unsure, sad and something else Kokoa couldn't identify. Moka was fidgety, constantly twirling her fingers around her silver hair, her body tense and anxious.

"Onee-sama what's wrong?"

That was when Moka did the last thing Kokoa would ever expect, she didn't scold her, didn't criticize her, didn't beat her up. No she awkwardly wrapped her arms around Kokoa, pressing their two bodies closer. It was a nervous embrace, inexperienced and unsure. Obviously Moka wasn't used to this kind of affection.

Neither was Kokoa though, she was never shown affection by anyone not her mother, her father, or any of her sister, Kahlua tried but Kokoa was always too terrified of Kahlua to be completely comfortable around her, knowing the monster that hid behind that smile could kill her at any moment, effortlessly. Kokoa's life was utterly devoid of any affection.

And here was Moka, impassive, unaffectionate, all powerful Moka. Embracing Kokoa. Kokoa sat there uneasily, unsure what to do. She was afraid, if Moka was holding her like this. That could only mean something bad was going to happen, Kokoa felt her eyes begin to water and soon she was crying. Why? Kokoa didn't know maybe it was being held by the one she idolized, perhaps it was finally being shown some affection or because she knew something bad was about to happen. The reason didn't matter. And so Kokoa cried.

She felt Moka Kokoa stiffen in surprise at the sudden out-break, but then, as if hardened by some new found resolve Moka deepened their embrace, no longer awkward and unsure, now it was strong and protective. It was comforting and safe. Moka was holding Kokoa so firmly, so securely so resolutely. She felt as if nothing in the world could hurt her, nothing could bring her harm. Not under the great embrace of her sister.

Kokoa cried for what felt like hours, her throat becoming raw and her mouth becoming dry. She felt her energy being sapped away as she cried. She hated and loved this. She loved that she was being encompassed by her older sister, loved that it was Moka, loved that they were so close for once in her life. But hated that she was being so weak, so weak and pathetic. So unlike what she wanted to be. Right in front of Moka.

Finally when Kokoa became too exhausted to cry anymore the tears gradually began to subside. When the tears stopped and Kokoa finally stopped shaking, he arms wrapped around her began to slowly retract. Kokoa didn't want them to leave her, to stop surrounding and protecting her. But she was too drained to protest, her mouth to dry and so finally it was all over.

Kokoa felt as the exhaustion finally overcame her and she was slowly being sucked away into the black void that was sleep.

"I'm sorry Kokoa; I'm going to miss you." Moka's voice was dejected, almost as if she weren't even there. She leaned down slowly, taking in the form of her sleeping little sister. To that face riddled with tears and pain. Moka smiled. Then she gently pressed her lips against Kokoa's, giving her a final goodbye kiss. "I love you."

That was where the first dream had ended. The morning after she had had that dream, Kokoa was confused. The dream felt so real and vivid. Like an actual memory. But she never remembered something like that having ever happened. Although Kokoa thought that possibly it was a memory. A forgotten memory locked deep away inside her subconscious. But soon realized that couldn't be true. The True Moka never showed affection.

The day Moka had left Kokoa was beside herself. She was crying tears of sadness the likes she had not known. Her Onee-sama, the only person who didn't treat her like a child the only person who seemed to see her for who she was, the one she idolized, was leaving. Right in front of her eyes. And Kokoa couldn't stop it.

Thinking back on this incident Kokoa had realized that it wasn't possible for that dream to have been a memory. How could that vulnerable, sad, affectionate Moka keep such a straight, emotionless face as the person she claimed to care for, who she said she loved, cried straight in front of her and begged her not to go, begged her to stay. No she didn't even bat an eye lid. Because that's was what her Onee-sama was like. She never showed weakness. Ever. That was how Kokoa saw her. The perfect, cold, powerful Goddess.

Even as Kokoa chased after the car, frantically swinging Kou-chan, begging her sister to fight her, shouting her silent plea for her not to leave her alone at this place. This place where no-one accepted her and no-one saw her as a person of her own. This place where she always felt so alone. And yet, Moka left. No matter how much Kokoa begged no matter how hard she cried. Moka left Kokoa all alone. What would've happened if I didn't trip? Would things be different? Probably not.

And so Kokoa knew that her dream was just that, a dream. Never too be real, never having ever happened at all just a dream. There was no way Moka could have shown that much affection one night, only to leave without even uttering any words of support, of wishing wells of hoping to see her again the next. No Moka wasn't like that. Nor was she ever, or would ever be.

Slowly after that first dream, Kokoa began to have more dreams, and in every dream Moka was always wearing that crimson dress she had worn on her 10th birthday. That crimson dress that so perfectly matched her eyes. That made her so terrifyingly beautiful and sexy.

Each dream after the first had slowly grown more and more intense, every dream becoming less and less innocent, more sensual and sexual, becoming less about the emotional side and more about the sexuality of it all.

Then there was Kokoa's utter surprise when Outer Moka. That fake personality which had trapped her wonderful sister. That smiled so innocently like she wasn't a prison, holding in her confines the real Moka, suddenly started appearing in these dreams as well.

And Kokoa found she didn't even mind. She loved that both of her sisters forms were there, touching her, feeling her, feeding her the affection she was so starved of, making her feel happy and loved.

And so with each dream, Kokoa's feelings for her sister grew, until Kokoa knew without a doubt that she loved her sister. Loved her far more than normal sisterly love.

Kokoa knew it wasn't natural. It was unnatural, disgusting. Not only was she a girl but she was her sister too. Not only were they both the same gender but they also shared the same blood. It was incest. She hated that she would never be loved by the one she loved, hated that her love could never be known. Could never be truly accepted by this horrible, judgmental world.

Especially because of one thing, they weren't ordinary monsters. They were vampires, a race that valued pride above all else, even their lives. A vampires pride was everything.

That meant that pride was Moka's everything. She was the daughter of Issa Shuzen, a king among vampires and Akasha Bloodriver, a dark lord. Moka was almighty and powerful. Unstoppable. A rare breed even among vampires there was no way she could ever love Kokoa the way Kokoa loved her. It would crush her pride, her image, slander the Shuzen name.

Kokoa knew all this, she accepted all of this. Knew what she wanted would never be. She knew that. She felt her heart constrict painfully, her throat tightened and tears threatened to stain her eyes. Kokoa's heart always this much whenever she remembered that. She never knew something could be so painful. So suffocating and agonizingly painful. Kokoa wanted to cry to let her emotions flow from her, maybe then Moka might come in and hold her, give her the attention she so desired. The affection she was so starved of.

Yet that would never be, because that was a dream, that was all they were, dreams. Beautiful, wonderful, amazing, magical dreams. And that was all they would ever be. Kokoa took a deep breath and collected herself. Kokoa exhaled slowly, letting the painful emotions flow out of her body, the sadness, heartache, pain. Everything, she let it all flow out. Let it leave her body.

What she wanted was only in her dreams. That's all they were, dreams. And that's all they would ever be.

….

"Achoo!"Kokoa wiped her nose and sniffed. Great, just perfect now I've got a cold. Standing outside, fully clothed in her version of the school uniform, Kokoa realized how stupid she could be sometimes.

Kokoa sighed; too absorbed in her thoughts and memories she forgot she was sitting in a bath of―now ice cold―water.She really was a pathetic excuse for a vampire, she had thought. Now chilled to the bones, sneezing and really irritated, Kokoa realized today was going to be a very, very bad day.

The infamous Yokai academy winds blew, causing her to shiver violently. Kou-chan flew above her head for a few seconds before swooping down and snuggling himself into her neck, feeding Kokoa his warmth. His small frame was unable to produce enough heat to allay her shivering but Kokoa appreciated the gesture and show of affection.

She waited on the pavement, shivering and sneezing, patiently awaiting the eventual arrival of her sister and Tsukune. Kokoa wondered what was taking them so long; usually they would be here by now. Then Kokoa would join them, and they'd walk together, joined by Mizore and Kurumu later along the road. It had become their daily morning routine.

Kokoa watched leaves flutter across her vision, twirling countless times carried by the wind; all the leaves were dried up and dead. Nothings pretty at Yokai Academy. Kokoa needed to start moving soon, she'd be late if she didn't. But Kokoa stayed waiting, time passed;dead leaves twirled endlessly and the wind blew, causing new chills to creep through her already freezing frame. And still she stayed waiting, now she was definitely going to be late. Where were those two!This is taking way too long! I'm already going to be late!

Just as Kokoa had convinced herself she needed to get going. She saw them. Pink hair swaying in the breeze, bright green eyes glimmering, focused on the person beside her, that person, the person with the dark brown hair, with those chocolate eyes, smiling ever so sweetly and innocently at the beauty beside him. Slowly walking, close to each other, too close. Whispering quietly between themselves. Oblivious to the world around them, fixated solely on the person alongside them. They looked like a couple.

Kokoa's heart twisted.

She stared at them; at the way they seemed so happy just talking to each other at the way they looked so perfect together. It was a picturesque scene of such innocence, peace, serenity and tranquility. They looked as if they had could conquer anything together, been through everything together, actually they had been. They had undergone such horribly miserable, excruciating moments of pain and hardship just to protect each other and those they cared about. They couldn't go through sufferings like that and not grow closer together with each other.

They were always together, protecting their loved ones. They were stronger together fighting for their safety. Happiest together, relishing in the moments of peace, always with each other. Eventually the inevitable would happen and they'd finally be together forever, as more than friends, as lovers.

Kokoa's whole body ached, shaking violently, not because of the cold.

They continued to walk gingerly along. They hadn't noticed Kokoa yet. Kokoa took this moment to collect herself and to try to get the ache out of her voice.

Then she shouted hot-headedly. "What the hell took you two so long?!" Moka and Tsukune snapped their heads to her in surprise at the outburst.

"Kokoa you're still here? Aren't you going to be late?" Tsukune asked quizzically, concern dotting his eyes.

Kokoa gritted her teeth and glared irritably at Tsukune. "I'm already late!" She barked out in frustration waving her arms around. "And so are you!"

"Oh yeah, I guess you're right." Tsukune laughed and scratched his finger against his cheek sheepishly.

"Idiot" Kokoa said condescendingly shaking her head in exasperation.

"Kokoa don't be so mean to Tsukune! He was only concerned about you getting into trouble!"

Kokoa changed her attention to the mouth that had uttered those words, the mouth that the sickeningly sweet voice had escaped from. Kokoa was staring at Yokai Academies' number one beauty. Moka Akashiya. Even when sealed it seemed Moka would still retain her beauty, grace and charming elegance. Always causing eyes to fall upon her, attracting longing gazes from all those around.

When sealed, Moka changed in appearance and demeanor, her powerful crimson eyes replaced by soft emerald green ones, intimidating silver replaced by endearing pink. The way she carried herself also changed. From strong and proud, to care-free and jubilant. The air around them differed as well. Inner Moka inspired respect and fear into those around her, coupled with her cold and powerful demeanor she was an imposing, almighty, terrifyingly flawless being. The perfect vampire. Then Outer Moka with her happy, bright, bubbly, adorable, affectionate, lovable nature. Well… she made all those around her smile.

It seemed as if Outer Moka and Inner Moka were complete opposites, each one containing the characteristics the other did not possess. So profoundly different yet deep down they were exactly the same. They were each other. Two sides of the same coin. The two of them completed each other. What the one wasn't able to give the other could. What one lacked the other possessed.

Moka had everything. Faultless.

Kokoa stared at Moka. Entranced by her. Suddenly she noticed a puzzled expression cross over Moka's face. Kokoa realized something… she hadn't said anything, it had been quiet for quite some time now, all she had done was stare at her sister. Kokoa's face suddenly burned a fierce red as she realized the situation she had just put herself in.

Quickly she spoke, before anyone could question why she was staring. "We-well maybe he wouldn't have to be concerned if you two didn't take so long getting here! What were you guys doing anyway!?" She spluttered out as she crossed her arms and looked at them impatiently,

Kokoa noticed as both Tsukune and Moka's eyes flashed to each other briefly and they both shifted nervously, a slight blush appearing upon their faces. Kokoa found that suddenly, she really didn't want to know what had made them so late.

" Wh-whatever it doesn't matter." Kokoa said as she abruptly turned around. "I-I'm going to go." Kokoa said, barely stopping the pain from seeping into her voice. Then Kokoa practically ran away from Tsukune and her sister. She really didn't want to know what made them so late. She didn't.

But deep down, she did.

…

Kokoa banged her head against her hard wood desk in frustration. So far today had really sucked. Just like I thought it would, she mused half-heartedly.

Just after arriving in class late, she had stood in the door way catching her breath as she had ran to try and make up for lost time, or maybe to get away from Tsukune and her sister. She had immediately been lectured by her home-room teacher and given a detention for that afternoon.

Immediately as she began to approach her desk her nose began to tickle, that tickle slowly grew into something much more ferocious and soon a massive sneeze had rocketed through Kokoa's small frame, using her hand to cover her nose trying to prevent any snot from exiting, she fell―quite ungracefully― right on her buttocks.

Soon the whole class had erupted into violent bouts of laughter at her comical fall. Even Kou-chan flew around in an amused manner. Kokoa flared her Youki and sent a wave of bloodlust throughout the class, glaring with her crimson eyes at anyone who dared to continue laughing. After the whole class was shivering in their seats and some pants had been soiled. Kokoa quietly made her way to her desk as gracefully as was possible given the circumstances.

Then once Kokoa had sat down she stared at the board and tried to concentrate on the lesson and try to forget everything that had happened to her so far today. However it was a lot harder than she could have thought possible, as her mind was seemingly not hers to control.

Kokoa constantly started drifting into thoughts about Tsukune and Moka, those thoughts always revolved around what was going on between them. Why had they been so close today? What did that look between them mean? How close were they now at this moment? Why were they late? What had they done that morning?

A million possibilities raced through her mind. None of them good, all of them making Kokoa's heart sink deeper into her chest. All making Kokoa icier than she already was.

But the one thing that distracted her most, that diverted all of her focus from the world around her was that dream. That wonderful, amazing dream. All her hearts greatest desires had been fulfilled in that dream, she was being made love to by her sister's two forms. And they wanted to. They didn't care about anything, didn't care about what others would think, all they wanted was her, they wanted Kokoa as severely as she wanted them. It was beautiful and divine. Stars' glittering everywhere, her moans echoing throughout the night. The dream had ended far too soon she thought.

Then there was that searing heat she had felt, never had she been so hot in her life. Never had she felt like her entire core was on fire, burning so fiercely and with such intense heat. And then that fire had spread so wildly all around her body, turning her on so greatly, leaving her boiling in her own blood, the way their tongues and light touches caused paths of fire to burn fiercely along her pale skin.

Kokoa again banged her head against the desk in frustration, causing the desk to creak and splinter. Concentrate Kokoa! Stop thinking about her! It's never been this bad before. Control yourself! As Kokoa began wallowing in self-pity and disgust, she heard her teacher shout.

"Miss Shuzen!" Kokoa's head shot up in surprise.

"Y-yes sensei" she stuttered out pathetically.

"Answer the question please." Mr. Hiden spoke irritably.

Kokoa looked at the bored. She noticed a bunch of complicated formulas and diagrams, she tried to understand what was going on but she had never done this work before and her brain was too muddled up to figure it out. Kokoa sighed in defeat. "I don't know the answer sir."

"Hah! Where's that super vampire intelligence, obviously you're not much of one." Someone in the class sniggered mockingly. The rest of the class began to laugh again at Kokoa.

Kokoa was sick, tired, cold, irritated and now very angry at this moment. She would not be laughed at twice. She lifted her hand in the air beckoning Kou-chan to begin transforming. Kokoa was going to enjoy this, consequences be damned.

….

The cafeteria was empty, only the noises of the kitchen permeating the air. Kokoa looked around at the emptiness, enjoying the lack of activity. She needed quiet for a moment, however short that moment would be.

Kokoa made her way over to where the food trays lay. She picked up a tray and went to go and fill her plate with food. Once her tray was full Kokoa then slowly made her way to where she usually sat. She closed her eyes and tried to focus for a moment, she had never realized it before but she was starving. So at this current moment in time she was sick, angry, irritated, cold, gloomy and hungry. Yep today sucked big time.

Kokoa then began to hear voices and footsteps. She opened her eyes and realized the cafeteria was slowly growing with activity. Students were entering into the cafeteria, chatting away, stomachs growling and mouths eating. Kokoa sighed, her moment of peace was now gone.

She looked up into the crowd of people. Monsters, she corrected herself. She was looking for any faces she recognized, hair colours that sprang out to catch her attention. Blue, black, purple, pink… silver.

No sign of anyone. Kokoa closed her eyes again and put her head down on the cool table. Then moments later Kokoa heard an energetic and bubbly voice yell. "Tsukuuuuuuuuuuune!" Kokoa looked up just in time to see a busty, sapphire haired and purple-eyed Succubus pull the unlucky ―or lucky― Tsukune into her bright-yellow sweater confined cleavage, slowly beginning to suffocate him, completely oblivious to Tsukune's arms flapping wildly in panic and desperation for air.

Succubus, blue-haired bombshell, with a form every man desired, often causing blood to spurt out the nose whenever she bounced up and down (which she did a lot). With a big, warm courageous heart, loving personality, compassion and incomparable baking skills, she was the wife every man desired. One of Yokai Academies' greatest beauties. Currently in love with Tsukune Aono her 'Destined One', this was Kurumu Kurono.

"Ku-Kurumu-chan! Y-you're suffocating me…" Tsukune barely managed to gasp out.

"Hmm? What was that Tsukune?" Kurumu said innocently turning her head and batting her eyes unknowingly.

"He said that he can't breathe." A calm and collected voice spoke out clearly, just as she froze solid the voluptuous Succubus in her ice.

A cold wind blew through the cafeteria. Mizore Shirayuki. Ice Woman, purple hair, amethyst eyes, and always level headed. She was always reserved and quiet preferring to watch rather than participate. Her beauty so much like the ice she manipulated, pale snow-white skin, stoic face and an untouchable air around her, as if she was fragile and a single touch would cause her to shatter. All of this and her strange unusual style only added to her mystique and splendor. Also one of Yokai Academies' grandest beauties, also in love with Tsukune Aono.

"Honestly it's been two years now and you're still oblivious to the fact that you're suffocating him whenever you do that. Big breasted bimbo." Mizore said disappointedly shaking her head in exasperation.

"Th-thanks for that Mizore." Tsukune said gratefully. Looking up into her eyes and smiling brightly.

A slight blush crept upon Mizore's face. She quickly turned her head away from him. "No problem." She said coolly.

Kurumu having finally busted her way out of her ice prison shouted angrily. "Hey! I'm not some bug that needs to be frozen every time I get close to Tsukune you know! Kurumu fumed. "And besides, Tsukune likes it when I hug him like that, isn't that right? Tsu―ku―ne." Kurumu uttered seductively, each syllable rolling of her tongue sensuously as Kurumu gazed at him with half-lidded eyes. A Succubus's charm was dangerous.

Tsukune as well as all the males in the cafeteria gulped, Tsukune blushed slightly and found that his throat was suddenly very dry. He tried to open his mouth and say something, but just before any words escaped his mouth, Mizore spoke. "No Tsukune doesn't, honestly you're like a parasite. One day you're going to end up killing him. And then I'm going to be very angry."

"What did you say!" Kurumu roared angrily. "I am no parasite! I don't take from Tsukune I give to Tsukune! If anyone's a parasite it's Moka! She's the one always sucking Tsukune's blood!"

"Moka is no parasite!" declared a high-pitched energetic voice. Kokoa's eyes snapped to the newcomer. Yukari Sendo. The cute, young, raven-haired genius Witch of Yokai Academy. Fourteen years old, third-year and top student. Powerful and extremely gifted in summoning magic, she was also a huge pervert. Oh and yeah she was also in love with both Tsukune and Moka. Her dream being to participate in a threesome with the two. A dream she had had since she was twelve.

"I agree! Moka is no parasite!" shouted Fang Fang enthusiastically. Yet was once again ignored by everyone present.

"Yeah well you just say that because you're in love with her Yukari." Said Mizore tiredly.

"Yeah, all you want to do is jump into a bed with Tsukune and Moka you flat-chested pervert." Kurumu said irritably

"What was that? Summer schooling idiot." Yukari said menacingly, pressing her forehead to Kurumu's.

Kurumu smiled demonically as she pressed her forehead harder against Yukari's. "Who're you calling an idiot?"

"The person who's brains shrank in order to accommodate for her huge breasts." Yukari replied boldly.

"You're just jealous because men prefer large and soft breasts, especially Tsukune." Kurumu said haughtily.

"But you're wrong! Tsukune much prefers my small perky breasts!" Yukari yelled agitatedly.

"No Tsukune much prefers my breasts!" Kurumu declared indignantly.

"Small and perky!"

"Big and soft!"

"Small and perky!"

"Big and soft!"

"Actually I think Tsukune much prefers my breasts." Mizore interjected calmly. "After all. Skin as white as snow, with nipples as firm and pink as cherries." She commented unashamedly.

Suddenly all the males in the cafeteria were frantically clutching their noses and trying to restore order to their raging wild imaginations. Tsukune was clutching the side of his head and shaking hysterically, trying to remove the vivid image from his mind. Mizore just stood there shamelessly. Ignorant to the tumult she had caused.

Kokoa just stared, how could they talk about such things so shamelessly? It was bad enough when it was just them, but here in the cafeteria surrounded by everyone and they were talking about their breasts! And which of their breasts Tsukune preferred! How could they do something so shameful! Why weren't they embarrassed? And these are the people I surround myself with every day.

"Hey everyone! What's going on?" an innocent and cheery voice called out curiously.

Kokoa turned to gaze at the person who had just entered the cafeteria. Yokai Academies number one beauty, her sister. Moka Akashiya.

"What's going on?" Moka asked tilting her head slightly in confusion. Her emerald gaze locked on the group of women currently surrounding Tsukune.

Kurumu puffed her chest out as she declared. "We're talking about whose breasts Tsukune likes the most."

"Wh-what?" Moka sputtered out, a bright red blush creeping across her face. She fidgeted embarrassedly at the statement, her eyes downcast, staring at her shoes.

"Well Tsukune, whose breasts do you prefer?" Mizore asked stoically. Her eyes completely focused on the chocolate-eyed male.

Suddenly the atmosphere in the room dropped, everything went silent, the tension multiplied. All eyes in the cafeteria were on Tsukune. All staring intently at him. Breaths were held, bodies leaned forward in interest and ears stretched in anticipation. All waiting to hear Tsukune's answer, Kokoa noticed Moka's green eyes flicker shyly to Tsukune momentarily, clearly showing her interest. Kurumu puffed out her large bust even further, Yukari held her arms to her side; Mizore continued to stare apathetically a slight shift in her posture to try and accentuate her breasts, even Moka took a more presuming stance.

Tsukune stood there, cornered like a trapped animal as all eyes bore down on him, all waiting for him to answer the question. Kokoa really began to feel sorry for the poor guy. Forced to answer a question like that in front of everyone in the cafeteria, as well as four terrifyingly powerful monsters, three of which would severely injure him no matter what he said. Tsukune was in a situation that could absolutely not end well for him. Kokoa really did feel bad for the guy.

Tsukune gazed terrified, his eyes switching between all the women involved, Kokoa saw as his eyes snapped to Yukari, then drifted over to Mizore, Kurumu and finally Moka. Kokoa noticed his eyes lasted slightly longer on Moka than anyone else. Kokoa found that suddenly she didn't want Tsukune to answer that question, as she felt that she knew what the answer was going to be.

Kokoa didn't want to hear it, didn't want Tsukune to confess to the whole school about how he felt. She might have been overreacting a little. If it were any other day she would've found this situation funny. She would have loved to see Tsukune in such a position, loved to see him in a situation that would only end badly for him. But Kokoa found that she only felt dread. Dread at what his answer was bound to be. Dread at his feelings for her sister being seen so publicly.

Tsukune's mouth opened slowly, he gulped once under the pressure of all the gazes he was feeling and under the knowledge that this could only end horribly for him. He had been silent for too long now. He had to speak, had to answer the question. His mouth was dry. Tsukune began to move his lips and tongue, beginning to formulate the words that would soon cause him trouble. But just before any sound escaped from his voice a furious hot-headed voice bellowed throughout the cafeteria. "DON'T YOU DARE ANSWER THAT QUESTION!"

Everyone's eyes snapped to where the voice had come from, there they saw a furious looking Kokoa glaring venomously at Tsukune. "No-one wants to know whose breasts you prefer! She said angrily. "Don't even try." Kokoa spoke through gritted teeth. "What's everyone staring at!? Go back to your own business!" Kokoa flared her Youki viciously as she shouted across the cafeteria, trying to accentuate her demand. Everyone's heads turned back in front of them and they all began to quietly whisper among themselves. All interest in the situation discarded by worry for their lives, Kokoa was really scary when she wanted to be.

Kokoa sat back down. Jeez, what the hell is wrong with these people? She sighed in irritation. Kokoa looked up to see everyone approaching her table. She noticed that Tsukune's gaze was locked on hers; in his eyes she saw relief and gratitude. Clearly Tsukune had misunderstood her intentions. Idiot.

"Jeez Kokoa, what's got into you today? You're in an even worse mood than usual. And that's saying something." Kurumu said, frustrated at Kokoa. "And I was so close to getting him to admit that he liked my breasts the most." Kurumu sighed and crossed her arms.

Kokoa just glared at Kurumu as she sat down at the other side of the table, Mizore sitting down next to Kurumu. "You don't look really good? Are you okay?" Mizore asked concernedly.

Kurumu sniggered as she whispered to Mizore. "Maybe it's that time of the month." Kokoa glared harder at Kurumu her irritation at the blue-haired bombshell spiking.

"Now Kurumu, stop being so mean to Kokoa-chan." A cheery voice spoke out sweetly. Pink hair fluttered next to Kokoa as her sister sat down beside her. "She's obviously having a bad day so don't make her more irritated." Moka reasoned to Kurumu. Yukari and Fang Fang sat down at the table as well followed by Tsukune.

Moka's too close! Kokoa thought frantically. Way too close, Kokoa was distracted enough without having the object of her distraction sitting so close to her. She smells so nice. Kokoa inhaled deeper, sniffing in the sweet herbal scent that Moka always seemed to be surrounded with. Kokoa felt Moka beside her. Felt as their arms were touching. She could sense as Moka inhaled, and as she slowly exhaled. Kokoa was feeling her sister breathe, inhaling her saccharine scent.

"Kokoa!" Kokoa snapped out of her thoughts, she saw Moka's adorable face looking at her curiously. Kokoa realized Moka had just asked her a question. "S-sorry, uhh, what did you say?" Kokoa asked embarrassedly. She had just remembered how this morning she had stormed off on her sister and Tsukune and now she had completely zoned out. This isn't good.

Moka's face contorted into a puzzled expression. "I asked what was wrong. You seem paler than usual and you keep zoning out." Moka asked concernedly.

"I-I've just had a really bad day so far." Kokoa said. "And I'm really tired."

"Did you not sleep well?" Yukari asked curiously.

"No I didn't. I woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't go back to sleep." Kokoa said tiredly.

Moka looked up, her green eyes boring into Kokoa. "Did you have a bad dream?" she spoke uncertainly.

Kokoa blushed violently, thoughts about what her dream had been about swirling through her head. Or rather who. She averted her eyes from Moka's and looked down at her plate of food, trying to fight away the heat on her cheeks. "Ye-yeah, I guess you could say that." Kokoa whispered out quietly.

Moka looked at Kokoa curiously. What's wrong with her? She's been acting really weird today ever since this morning. Moka wondered what was going on with Kokoa. Was something wrong? Maybe her dream had really frightened her. Should she comfort Kokoa? Hold her till the bad dream vanished from her memory? No, Kokoa hated to be treated like a child.

As Moka kept on staring at Kokoa, Kokoa felt as if she was going to explode! She felt like curling up into a ball and hiding underneath the table. She felt as if Moka's stare was burning her skin. I've been zoning out and acting all weird! Moka must think something's wrong with me. Kokoa felt like disappearing.

"Kokoa." Moka spoke worriedly.

"Hey by the way Tsukune where were you this morning! Mizore and I waited forever for you and you never came!" Kurumu said disappointedly.

Tsukune looked around nervously and gave a goofy grin as he scratched his cheek. "O-oh w-well you see I wa―"

"He was with Moka." Kokoa said silently. Her heart constricted agonizingly within her chest as she uttered those words, her whole body felt cold again. Kurumu and Mizore's eyes misted sadly and they looked at Tsukune. They were alone, together. Just Tsukune and Moka. Moka was alone with Tsukune. Kokoa slowly sat up, abandoning the food in front of her. She spun her head away from Moka and the others. Then slowly, Kokoa made her way out of the cafeteria and away from them. Unaware as one pair of gleaming eyes watched her as she disappeared.

….

Misty eyes, clenched fists, heavy breathing, a crushing weight pressing down on her chest, Kokoa walked, her limbs moving on their own, taking her anywhere other than where she had been. As Kokoa walked students vanished, corridors passed away, classrooms disappeared, walls all faded away. Grass became prominent, trees materialized, plants arose and soon Kokoa was all alone, deep within Yokai Academies forest.

Kokoa's body felt heavy. Her limbs were drained. She found a tree and rested herself on it. Kou-chan flew above her worriedly, eventually deciding to rest on Kokoa's shoulder. For the second time that day Kou-chan snuggled with Kokoa and tried to feed his warmth to her shivering frame.

Kokoa sat alone in the forest, the eerie silence broken only by her unsteady breathing. As she sat there resting against a tree with her head in between her knees Kokoa thought that she must look quite pathetic for an all-powerful vampire. Typical of her to never live up to any of her sisters. None of them would ever be found in such a weak position. As usual Kokoa failed to impress.

"Kokoa-chan? Thank goodness I finally found you." A concerned voice said relieved.

Kokoa recognized the voice instantly and looked up at the person who had just arrived, the person who had seen her look so weak and unlike a vampire. "What do you want?" Kokoa croaked irritably.

"I came to check up on you." The voice said sweetly. "After you stormed out I got worried about you. I know today's not your day, and I know I'm probably the cause of some of it. So I wanted to tell you I understand what's wrong and I hope we can maybe fix your problems."

"All of it." Kokoa whispered.

"What? Did you say something Kokoa-chan?"

"ALL OF IT! You're the cause of all of my problems!

Tsukune looked shocked at the statement. His eyes were filled with worry and disbelief. "U-um what do you mean Kokoa?" Kokoa glared viciously at Tsukune and grit her teeth.

"I am sick and tired of you! You always act like you understand what other people are going through, always act like the nice guy, always act like you can understand people's pain! Like you can solve everyone's problems! And you can't!" Kokoa roared, her voice rippling around the silent forest.

"K-Kokoa I-I don't understand? Wh―"

Just shut up!" Kokoa interrupted him. "You are so blinded by yourself you can't even see the pain you're causing everybody! You just sit there and smile like an idiot! You are the cause of all my problems! You are the reason why I can't be happy!"

Tsukune Aono. Half Human-half Ayashi, loved by two Witches, a Succubus, a Snow Woman and Kokoa's beloved Vampire sister. The one who had overcome so much, experienced more pain in two years than most people experienced in their entire lives. Who stuck through it all even when he was weak and fragile, all to protect those he cared for. The cause of all Kokoa's problems.

Tsukune truly was the lock on her happiness. Tsukune was the closest person to Moka. The closest person to both sides of her. He was the one that always caused Outer Moka to smile simply by being with her, the one who fed Moka his own blood, the one who cared for her so deeply and irrevocably. He'd almost died countless times trying to protect Moka. He'd been injected with her blood, gained her insane strength. And then fought with such strength and passion to protect Moka. And through all of this, through his sweat, blood, tears and pain he had done the one thing nobody could do. He broke Outer Moka. He cracked her cold demeanor, broke through her pride and saw the real Moka. He managed to do the impossible; he softened the great Vampiress Moka Akashiya. He caused her to open up, to not be afraid to care about others. Showed her that the greatest strength was achieved when you were protecting the ones you cared about. He had been shown affection by the unbreakable True Moka. He had been given the one thing Kokoa most desired. He had been given her heart.

And if her heart wasn't enough Tsukune was also given complete unrestricted access to both forms of Moka. Because he was the only one who could remove Moka's Rosario. He was the only one who could free Inner Moka and allow her to grace the world once again. It was he who allowed her to breathe air again, to feel sunlight again, and to feel the blood pumping through her own veins. Tsukune was the one who could release her sister into this world. Something Kokoa would never be able to do; she would never be able to see Inner Moka whenever she pleased never be able to free her.

And that was why Tsukune was the only one who could love Moka. Why Tsukune was the only one Moka could love.

Kokoa's eyes began to tear up, her heart felt so heavy in her chest, felt as if it was going to fall out of her at any moment. And as her heart lay on the ground she would finally be devoid of this completely unimaginable pain. Kokoa never knew so much pain could be felt without an actual injury. Yet as Kokoa began to cry, her attention shifted to the man in front of her. Moka was the object of her pain, not Tsukune. But maybe, just maybe if Tsukune were no longer there, Kokoa could be closer to Moka.

"….Moka…." Kokoa whispered out hoarsely, her throat felt dry and tight as if she hadn't had a drink for weeks. If Tsukune wasn't here, what would life be like? Would Moka love her? Would Moka grow close to Kokoa and only Kokoa? Maybe they would both love each other? Maybe Moka would give her heart to Kokoa? A million maybes assaulted Kokoa's thoughts, a million possibilities of what Moka would be like. Of how she just might love Kokoa too, of them being together bathing each other in their love if Tsukune weren't here.

…No…

That would never happen. If it weren't for Tsukune… Moka wouldn't be Moka. She would be a shell of herself. If it weren't for Tsukune Moka could never be free. If it weren't for Tsukune Moka would never have opened up. Moka was who she was because of Tsukune.

Tsukune… he really was a piece of work.

Kokoa began to laugh. She laughed at herself. She laughed at the hopelessness of her situation. Laughed hysterically at the impossibility of her love ever being fulfilled, and laughed at how much pain one person could cause. At how one person could be the sole focus of another's world, and at how cruel and miserable a place the world could be.

For someone like Kokoa happiness could never exist. Because of who she was, what she was, and because of whom she loved. So as Kokoa laughed, as she humored herself in her own tragedy, soon as it was inevitable the tears began to fall. Salty tears of purest pain cascaded down Kokoa's tender face, as they journeyed down and finally dripped, quietly, onto the ground below.

Tsukune was completely stunned, shocked beyond disbelief. What is wrong with Kokoa? Never had he seen one person looked so pained in his entire life. Kokoa right now was the most wounded he had ever seen somebody. He was looking down on what seemed to be someone broken. And deep down in her eyes he saw, through all the pain and misery what seemed to be… hatred.

"Kokoa…." Tsukune was utterly terrified, he couldn't think of anything to say or do. What could he do? "Kok―"

"Just. Shut. Up." Kokoa sounded so disgusted and horrified. She stood up slowly, willing her aching body to move, to get up. To stop shriveling on the ground like a little child. As she stood, she looked down at herself, she looked like a mess. Her eyes lost the pain they contained and were instead filled with an anger Tsukune had not seen. Yet Tsukune was unsure who the anger was reserved for.

Kokoa stood on unsteady feet; she looked weak and so unlike the monstrous vampire that she was. Shaking uncontrollably, Kou-chan was fluttering agitatedly above her head. Then Kokoa's green eyes locked onto Tsukune. Yet still the anger within them seemed unsure of where to be placed. Then suddenly emerald green eyes morphed crimson, Kokoa's fangs elongated and gleamed. Her Youki started to build creating a suffocating atmosphere, the anger in her eyes had finally found a place to settle. They did not settle where Tsukune thought they would.

"Kokoa. Plea―"

The tree beside Tsukune shattered into a million glimmering pieces and the ground on which he was standing shook. Tsukune stood frozen. Kokoa was right in front of him; Kou-chan was in his mace battle transformation, the mace that had almost killed him and not the tree. Blood started seeping down Tsukune's cheek; the mace came too close for comfort.

"K-Kokoa…" Tsukune barely managed to utter out.

"I told you to shut up!" Kokoa screamed as she heaved Kou-chan off of the ground and swung again at Tsukune. Tsukune unfroze instantly and managed to nimbly dodge Kokoa's vicious attack. Tsukune's Holy Lock jingled as he did so. Tsukune braced himself ready for the next swing. His eyes opened wide when he saw Kokoa had vanished. Tsukune looked around and couldn't see Kokoa anywhere. Then Tsukune felt a shadow pass over him, he looked up to see Kokoa rapidly approaching, already mid-swing and aiming straight for Tsukune. Tsukune barely managed to dodge in time. He threw himself out of the way just as Kou-chan hit the spot where he was only a moment ago. Tsukune had no doubt that if he'd been hit. He would've been dead.

"Kokoa! What are you doing! You could've killed me!" Tsukune shouted in disbelief. It seemed Kokoa was honestly trying to kill him. Well this wasn't the first time she had tried to kill him, he thought she had finally grown past her hatred for him. Clearly he was wrong. "Kokoa please calm down."

"Why won't you shut up!" Kokoa flew at him again angrily swinging Kou-chan once again at Tsukune. Tsukune jumped up to dodge the swing, then using Kou-chan as leverage he kicked off of the mace. Using his momentum he jumped behind Kokoa. Kokoa having had her balance thrown off by the change in motion came crashing down on the floor.

"Kokoa please you really need to calm down, I don't want to hurt you!" Tsukune shouted out in desperation. This was really bad if Kokoa kept on attacking him so relentlessly one of them was going to end up hurt.

Kokoa stood up from the ground, grass coated her school uniform and there was a small scratch on her cheek. Her slit crimson eyes burned with an even greater anger, yet still the anger was not directed at Tsukune.

Kokoa stared at Tsukune, her anger overwhelming her. She was fighting too impulsively she would never win like this. Anger in a fight was a hindrance. But the anger Kokoa felt did not subside, it only grew. Why am I doing this? I'm not angry at Tsukune. I'm angry at myself. And still Kokoa's anger grew. She was so pathetic. She didn't deserve the Shuzen name. All she seemed to do these days was cry over Moka. Moka would never cry over her. She was so unlike Moka, so unlike what she wanted to be. She was childish and impulsive, hot-headed and loud. Kokoa tried to be strong and full of pride but all she ever did was embarrass herself. She couldn't even win in a fight against Tsukune.

But Tsukune had her sister's blood inside him, her sisters Shinsho blood pumped through his heart and into his veins. Through that blood Tsukune had finally gained the power to protect those closest to him. And now Kokoa couldn't even attempt to injure him. He was fast, Super Vampire blood flowed through his veins. He had skill, trained by Moka and one of the Three Dark Lords. He had experience, fought in countless battles each one pushing him to his limits. Tsukune's scarred body being all the proof of what he had endured to get to where he was now.

And so Kokoa a pure bred Vampire, couldn't even touch him. Kokoa's disgust and anger at herself began to grow even greater. Blinded by rage, her limbs moved without her, her legs ran to Tsukune without her consent. Her arms swung Kou-chan at him mindlessly. Her body tried to kill him, to wipe him off the face of the earth, all the while she felt like a passenger, watching her body as it mindlessly moved in an attempt to kill Tsukune, like a movie. And each time her body swung at him and he would effortlessly dodge her wild attacks. Her anger continued to grow. Each time he avoided her blows and agilely escaped her wrath, each time he protested and told her to calm down, each time the onslaught would grow wilder and more uncontrolled.

The fight went on, Kokoa kept swinging, Tsukune kept dodging. Kokoa's anger at herself grew; Tsukune's protests became more desperate. Everything felt like it wasn't even happening, Kokoa's mind was so fuddled up with emotions she wasn't sure what was real and what wasn't. Hours passed, or were they minutes? Seconds? She didn't feel tired, she didn't feel sore. She didn't feel anything. All she felt was anger. Trees erupted, splinters tore into her skin, scratches formed on her body, blood trickled out.

Why can't I hit Tsukune! Kokoa shouted mentally. Her anger had reached its peak, her mind clouded she swung wildly with all the power she contained, raw emotion giving her strength Tsukune began to evade her swing.

"Kokoa stop it!"

Kokoa recognized the wail immediately. Tsukune's concentration faulted for one instant. But it was an instant too late. It was too late for Kokoa to stop her swing. 'Crack' Kokoa felt as her blow hit Tsukune, felt as his body crumpled instantly and the vibrations of the impact rattled through Kou-chan into her hands. Heard the sound of his bones crack, watched as he flew through the air, going through tree after tree after tree after tree before finally decelerating and rolling violently on the ground, rock and earth erupting all around him as he rolled on, until he crashed into a tree and his momentum finally ceased.

The air was silent for several moments as the dust finally settled around Tsukune. Kokoa stared in disbelief at what she had just done. She had hit Tsukune with everything she had. Is he okay? Kokoa looked at his limp form in horror. What have I done?

"Tsukune!" Moka screamed in anguish. She ran to him, pink hair swaying in the wind. Kokoa just kept on staring in disbelief. Moka reached Tsukune, tears falling from her eyes as she knelt down beside Tsukune.

"Tsukune! Are you alright! Please be alright!" Moka wailed in agony, her face looked so pained and worried. Tears were flowing unrestrictedly down her cheeks. Moka crouched next to him. Worriedly checking him over, her tears falling onto his limp form. Kokoa had caused this; Kokoa had caused her beloved sister to cry. It was all Kokoa's fault.

Tsukune groaned out in pain. Moka's eyes lit up. She looked at him, at his bloody and bruised face. "Mo-Moka-san? Wh-why are you crying?" Tsukune groaned out painfully, his body hurt all over.

"Tsukune! Are you alright? Where does it hurt?" Moka asked worriedly, concern for Tsukune present in her tear-filled eyes. Tsukune shook in laughter, causing him to groan out in pain again.

"It hurts everywhere." He said humorously. "Don't worry about me I've survived worse." Tsukune spoke with a grin on his face. Moka looked at him in worry before her thoughts turned to the one who had caused this.

"Kokoa." The usually kind and understanding Moka said in a venomous tone. Moka turned her head to look up at her orange-haired younger sister. Kokoa's head was facing downwards, she looked frightened and worried.

Kokoa lifted up her head; she looked into her sisters eyes, afraid of what she would see in them. She knew it wouldn't be good. And she wasn't let down. In Moka's eyes she saw anger and hurt. Kokoa was the one who had caused both. That thought made her sick to her stomach.

"Why did you hurt Tsukune Kokoa! You could've killed him!" Moka spoke, the hurt in her eyes being replaced with anger towards Kokoa. Kokoa was frozen still. She had nothing to say. Why was she fighting Tsukune? She couldn't even remember anymore. But she couldn't just say that to Moka. Moka wouldn't accept it as an answer.

"I-I don't kn-know." Kokoa stuttered out. Already beginning to cringe at what Moka's reply would be to that pathetic answer.

"You don't know?" Moka spoke out in disbelief. "So you're telling me you were fighting Tsukune for no reason at all!"

"Th-that's not it." Kokoa said uncomfortably. She wasn't used to being shown such anger by Outer Moka.

"Then what was it!"

"I was angry!" Kokoa shouted out. She couldn't take receiving such hostility from Moka. Anyone but Moka.

"And what did Tsukune do to make you so angry!" Moka shouted angrily.

"Th-that's not it." Kokoa spoke despondently. This wasn't what she wanted. She didn't want Moka to be so hostile to her, she wanted Moka to love her not hate her. Moka seemed confused, but the confusion only existed for an instant before being replaced by a coldness Kokoa thought she would only ever see on Inner Moka's face.

"Get out of my sight."

"O-Onee-chan?"

"I am sick and tired of your childish behavior! I am sick and tired of you always trying to hurt Tsukune and I am sick and tired of you!"

"….Onee-chan…." Kokoa's heart felt as if it had stopped beating. She felt dead inside. Her heart clenched so painfully within her chest. Sick of me? Tired of me? Out of her sight? How could Moka say such cruel things? It wasn't her fault it was Tsukune's.

Tsukune made Moka like this, Tsukune made her angry at Kokoa. Tsukune was her obstacle. Tsukune was the reason why she couldn't be close to Moka. Kokoa's eyes became wet; tears were building inside of her.

"It's all his fault! It's because of him… it's because of him that I can't be closer to you!" Kokoa bawled, tears streaming down her face. Her fists were clenched and her eyes shut. She tried desperately to fight back her tears she didn't want to be seen so weak in front of her sister. What must Inner Moka be thinking? She must be embarrassed to have me as a sister. Kokoa's wet eyes looked at the Rosario which sealed her sister. Just what is she thinking?

Kokoa heard rustling, Mizore and Kurumu appeared, worry present on their faces. They both gasped and took a moment to absorb the scene they were witnessing.

Tsukune, bruised and battered, lying down on the ground. Moka cradling him protectively, a cold look present in her eyes as she gazed at Kokoa. Kokoa with tears in her eyes and a transformed Kou-chan in her hands, three people all with pained expressions in their eyes, all for completely different reasons.

"What the hell is going on here!?" Kurumu shouted out in bafflement at the bizarre scene in front of her. Mizore looked on in shocked silence. It was clear to her what had happened. But why was Kokoa crying?

Kokoa's tear stained face looked at them, at Mizore and Kurumu's shocked expressions. Mizore and Kurumu looked back at her, puzzlement present in their faces. Then Kokoa ran. Kokoa ran away from what she had done, ran away from the stare of her sister away from all the disapproving stares she was receiving. She burst through Mizore and Kurumu, pushing both of them roughly.

"Hey watch it!" Kurumu yelled angrily as she stumbled trying to regain her balance. Kokoa only continued to run away. Her tears streaming down her face, dropping to the floor as her hair blew in the wind. She began to disappear becoming smaller and smaller as she ran, not looking back only going forward, going away. Soon Kokoa had vanished from their sight completely;Mizore looked at Moka and Tsukune. Then at the spot where Kokoa had just disappeared too, one thought prevalent within her mind. What was wrong with Kokoa?

….

Cold saline winds gusted frantically, waves roared as they crashed and broke on sand, the sound travelling through the air and blocking out all others. The grass shook in the wind.

Atop Yokai Academies bizarre curved cliff face. The sea bellowed. The winds screeched. A figure sat and the sun cast rays of gentle orange as it set, slowly disappearing behind the horizon.

Alone, silhouetted against the dying sun, gazing out at the ocean below as the winds blew fiery orange hair into emerald eyes, obscuring vision. A little bat sat atop shoulders. Small slender hands wrapped around knees, holding and pressing them into her chest, embracing herself and reveling in the small amount of comfort that it provided.

Kokoa sat alone, as per usual. She seemed to live a very solitary life. While always being surrounded by people she had never truly felt a part of something. There was a small time when she felt a part of Tsukune's group; she had finally not felt so alone. But now… after what she'd done, after what Moka had said. Kokoa sighed, gazing wistfully at the orange sun. At least I have Kou-chan.

Kokoa grabbed Kou-chan from her shoulder and gently held him to her chest. Wrapping him in an enveloping hug, Kou-chan buried deeper into her embrace, attempting to comfort the distraught Kokoa. Kokoa giggled softly at his actions. She felt a small smile tug at her lips.

I don't want to be alone. Kokoa thought forlornly. I want to be with everybody. I want to laugh with them, smile with them. I don't want to be by myself again. Kokoa felt a lone tear journey across the crevices of her face, leaving a moist trail as it flowed along. I want to be with everybody, I want to be with Moka.

That will never happen. Ever. Not in this world. What she felt for her sister was unnatural, it was incest. Same sex, two women, sisters, incest. And they were vampires. Pride above all else. That's how it was for vampires. And Moka would never return her feelings.

It crushed Kokoa's heart but she had to accept this, she did accept this. Even with the unbelievable pain it gave her she accepted it. Even though when she thought about it her world became dark, her heart empty and every breath she took felt like it was suffocating her, she would accept this.

Kokoa, gazed up to the golden sky above her, she inhaled the scent of the ocean and listened to the sound of the rumbling waves. Soon Kokoa's thoughts drifted away from her misery and towards Moka. What would make Moka happy? It was clear to Kokoa how it was Moka felt towards Tsukune. She liked, if not loved Tsukune. Tsukune changed her, protected her, freed her. So it could only be natural for Moka to love Tsukune, for both Moka's to love him.

And it was clear that Tsukune loved her too. Kokoa didn't know how Mizore and Kurumu remained so oblivious towards this. It was obvious Tsukune was going to choose Moka. And yet both of them still fought with all their soul to try and win over Tsukune's heart, however futile the fight may be. Perhaps they both knew it too, but couldn't accept it. Didn't want to accept it because once this year was over and Tsukune chose Moka, what would they do? Mizore and Kurumu would have broken hearts. A broken heart was dangerous to a Succubus and Mizore was already so fragile. So they had to, the two of them would have to fight with all they had, no matter how hopeless it seemed. Because that's all they could do fight, fight and hope.

Kokoa realized their situation was just as miserable, if not more miserable than hers. In both cases there was a love that seemed like it would never be fulfilled and unlike Kurumu, Kokoa wouldn't die from this and unlike Mizore, Kokoa would still be able to choose who she lived her life with. No she would only feel a horrible, excruciating pain.

But, if Kokoa could see Moka smile, see Moka truly smile in happiness and unparalleled joy. Kokoa felt like that would all be worth it. To just see Moka every day, to just hear her laugh every day, to just be around her, that would all be worth the pain she would have to endure.

Because I love Moka. As Kokoa realized all this, her heart finally felt at peace. Tsukune was the only one for her. If she really loved her sister, truly cared for Moka, she'd let her be happy right? She would let her be happy with Tsukune no matter how much pain it caused her or anyone else. No matter what she would let Moka be happy. Because I love her, because I love my sister.

But I can't go on like this. Kokoa knew that she wouldn't be able to bear seeing Moka with Tsukune, seeing Moka with anybody. It's not fair to Moka. Kokoa couldn't continue on like this.

And so Kokoa realized that the only way this would work, would be for her to no longer have these feeling for her sister.

Kokoa's hands gripped the grass beneath her tightly, her body filled with a new-found resolve. She gazed fiercely into the now dark sky, eyes burning with determination.

I have to crush them.

I have to crush my feelings for Moka.

….