Bear with me here, I don't write fanfictions very often. I write good fanfictions even less often, so once again, bear with me.

Here I take a stab at something I would LOVE to have happen in the series. But since I'm a jackass, I'm not going to tell you what that is. You'll have to find out. By reading.

This will be taking place in the second year a few weeks after the summer vacation arc. I've currently read up to Ch. 21, which is right in the middle of said arc. So this happens after the fight with "God" the Siren and whatnot. Enjoy...

Tsukune has it good nowadays. A calm has befallen Yokai Academy, and everything seems to have wound into a nice daily cycle. This was a good thing; no terrorists to fight, no cities to save, and a lot of face time with Moka.

Granted that it is most often Inner Moka, and that face time usually involves Tsukune's blood exiting his body in a variety of ways. When he isn't being borderline-molested by Kurumu, followed by Mizore, or ambushed by Yukari and Kokoa, he's being hospitalized by Inner Moka's training.

Still, it's a good life. He's starting to get comfortable with the relative peace. In the back of his mind, though, he has a feeling that things are going to start changing soon. How or why, he doesn't know, but he doesn't like the sound of it...

. . .

"Tsukune, Focus!"

"Huh?"

Tsukune arrived back at reality from a pleasant daydream he was having, and he was greeted by a nice shoe colliding with his face at about 63 MPH.

Tsukune: "No fair, I wasn't ready!"

Moka: "Then GET ready, we still have a half-hour of training!"

Tsukune gathered his thoughts and took a fighter's stance. He was getting better at fighting Inner Moka, to the point where he could last almost two whole minutes in a fight against her. Longer if he could run fast enough.

Moka started with her usual routine: she rushed at him and prepared to once again connect her foot with his jaw. Tsukune knew that foot well and parried by dodging around and attempting to punch her in the back of the head. This proved a futile effort as Moka blocked it and pushed him to the ground 15 feet away.

Tsukune quickly recovered and decided to try at the offense, a role he rarely plays. He thrust himself forward and decided to try slipping under Moka's outstretched arm and headlocking her from behind. Had he had more time to think, he would have not done this.

Anyway, Moka was caught off guard, and quickly found herself in a poorly executed headlock. At first she was astonished by the pure stupidity of this move, then by the fact that Tsukune had actually pulled it off, and finally by the fact that she had gone almost three seconds without making him suffer for his stupid-yet-lucky move. However, she decided to reward him instead; this was the first time he had taken the offensive against her without losing consciousness.

Moka: "Well done, Tsukune...you can let me go now..."

Tsukune didn't hear her. He was preoccupied by her very nice shoulder. The veins were showing. Tsukune was thirsty. Moka was making white noise.

I wonder how blood tastes...

Tsukune couldn't breathe. Moka's elbow had connected smoothly with Tsukune's stomach, and he was now on the ground gasping for air.

Moka: "What do you think you're doing? I said 'good job'. That means 'let go'."

Tsukune was mad. And thirsty. Moka had taken his meal from him.

She must die...

Everything went white. Tsukune felt some stuff happening, but he couldn't see or hear anything. He could taste though. Blood. Nice and thick. But not satisfying. It was his own blood. That wouldn't do.

Wait, what am I thinking? What's going on?

Tsukune awoke from his trance. He was kneeling down, breathing heavily. He looked around and spotted a big dust cloud coming from the small cliff wall near his and Moka's training ground. As the dust cleared, the figure of Moka lying against the wall became apparent.

Tsukune: "Moka?"

There were cracks in the rocks.

Tsukune: "Moka, are you OK?"

Moka sat up and looked at Tsukune. She stared at him with shocked expression. A gleam of fear twinkled in her eye, but quickly vanished.

Moka: "Wh...what was that?"

Tsukune: "What happened?"

Tsukune didn't need to ask this; he already knew what happened. His own thirst for Moka's blood had returned, and he had lost control and caught Moka off guard.

Moka: "..."

Tsukune: "...sorry. I lost control..."

Moka: "...this practice is over. Go home and cool down, or something..."

Moka got up and began walking home. She stopped and Tsukune watched as her nice silver hair dyed itself a nice pink. She stood there for a second, then turned around and looked at Tsukune.

Moka: "C'mon, Tsukune! Let's walk home together!"

She had put on her rosary and reverted to Outer Moka.

Tsukune: "...sorry, Moka. I lost control..."

Moka: "Oh, don't worry about it. Nobody got hurt...c'mon, let's go home."

She was worried, but she was trying (and failing) to hide it. Tsukune smiled weakly and started walking home next to her. He looked down at his 'Holy' lock, on his wrist. The cracks had gotten larger and deeper. He knew that if he lost control too much, the lock would break. He would become a ghoul, and Moka would probably have to kill him herself.

I'll have to talk to the headmaster about this...I bet he has another lock for me to use, he knows it won't last. ...but what then? Will this continue for my whole life?

. . .

I'm thirsty...

. . .

Moka and Tsukune walk towards the second-year dorm talking happily. Both were trying to pretend that nothing had happened. They talked about newspaper club and what the big story was going to be this week. The only downside of the recent calm was a severe lack of gripping cover stories. Last week they had forced to settle with "Slug-thing wins school photography contest". They barely handed out any papers that day.

Tsukune: "...yeah, so I was thinking, maybe we could just interview—OW!"

Moka: "What's wrong?"

Tsukune: "Oh, nothing. I bit my lip..."

Tsukune immediately lost focus. The blood leaking into his mouth...it was tasty...

This is bad. I've had a thirst for blood before, but now...I'm getting a taste for it, too...

Moka: "...Tsukune?"

Tsukune: "Hm? Yes?"

Moka: "Is something wrong? You've stopped walking..."

Tsukune: "Oh, yeah, I'm good. Just...uh..."

Moka had put on her jacket and her shoulders were covered, so Tsukune wasn't feeling quite as enticed, but he wasa still uncomfortable. They were near the crossroad between the second-year boy's dorm and the second-year girl's dorm.

Tsukune: "Uh, Moka? I'm gonna go now, OK? Seeya tomorrow..."

And at that he ran off. He didn't look back, and tried not to think about Moka for the time being. He just wanted to lie down for a while and gather his thoughts...

. . .

Tsukune was laying down in his dorm room. He was granted the perk of not having a roommate, since the only people who he could trust with his identity were females with the intent of seducing him. Them, and Moka, which still wouldn't have been be a good idea.

Tsukune was confused. Well, not quite as confused as he was scared. Scared of what he might do to Moka if this continued. It obviously wasn't a problem if Inner Moka was on call, but that was not the case most of the time.

I guess now I sort of know how Moka felt last year when I first became a ghoul...she wanted to leave, she didn't want to be in a position where she would have to hurt me. If I try that now, she'll just chase after me...

Tsukune smiled at this, realizing how close he and Moka really were. He checked the clock. 9:37.

(sigh) I've got class tomorrow. Better get ready for bed...

After a quick shower, he prepared his toothbrush. The nightly routine. He leaned into the mirror over the sink. Also part of "the routine". He bit his lip again. Not part of the routine... He irritably checked his mouth to see how bad the cut was...

The toothbrush clattered on the floor. Tsukune stared, wide-eyed, at his reflection.

This could be more serious than I thought...

This is what he thought as he stroked his canine teeth, which had gown nearly twice their previous length...

So, how is it? Good? Bad? My schizophrenia tells me it's bad. But that guy doesn't know shit about good literature. So let's hear what you have to say! 'Cuz you're not getting another chapter otherwise!