A/N: I own nothink. The Soviet Union owns it, tovarisch, not me.

Red Hair and Red Blood

Kokune

Kokoa's youki was overwhelming. Moka's was thicker, denser, but Kokoa made up for it in sheer quantity. Tsukune felt like he was being suffocated, far from the soft, yet forboding touch of Moka's.

Even amongst the sea of darkness that was Kokoa's youki, Kurumu's invaded his senses, making the world spin and tumble. Having trouble breathing, Tsukune doubled over from the vertigo, almost losing his lunch.

Still he struggled to stand and watch, because either girl would want praise after. And he did not want to be the target of these feelings.

Kokoa had nimbly flipped over the tree roots, as if the hammer she wieled weighed nothing. Her hair stood straighter, more angled and pointed, her face seemed pulled into a twisted grin of joy at the battle.

Kurumu's face, on the other hand, was angry and hateful. Her fingernails had grown to several inches in length and looked razor sharp. She went in for a strike but had to barrel roll out of the way of a hammerstike that cracked the ground.

Kokoa rolled with the strike, up ending her hammer and bringing it down for a follow up. The tree roots continued to follow the vampire, even through her acrobatics, more sprouting from the ground.

Kurumu barely dodged the follow up and flew up out of what she thought was Kokoa's range to go for a diving strike. Kokoa, however was not so easily foiled as the hammer warped into a spear and stabbed at the succubus. A tear appeared in Kurumu's wing as she screeched and dived.

Four lines of blood appeared on Kokoa's side, even as she rolled out of the way and brought the hammer up, catching a glancing blow against Kurumu's head. The succubus tumbled across the ground, and her youki rose even higher, making Tsukune want to throw up again.

Kokoa's own youki rose noticably in response, but it felt far more comfortable to Tsukune, less like the suffocation from before, and more like a large warm blanket.

The roots stopped reaching for Kokoa and swayed a moment before they burst up twisting and join together to form several trees the blossomed bright colourful flowers and thick nasty looking thorns. Kokoa made a lunge for the still grounded, but mostly recovered, Kurumu, bringing her spear back for a slashing strike. She was interuppted by a branch cutting her off.

Kokoa dodged the follow up branch, and threw a Kou Hammer, leaving her weaponless. Her youki dropped like a stone, it seemed to Tsukune, and the feeling of vertigo overwhelmed him this time and he threw up the contents of the small meal he had eaten in the infirmary.

But the hammer Kokoa had thrown flew true and struck Kurumu hard in the stomach knocking her out and causing her half-real/half-dream illusions to waver and begin to fade. Kokoa took advantage of this and grabbed her hammer. Her youki spiked high again. She stood over Kurumu and placed the head of the hammer against Kurumu's head.

"Yield, Cousin."

Kurumu looked up dazedly at Kokoa, dissapointment begining to etch her features. Kurumu's youki dissapeared, and Kokoa's began to dissapte slowly.

"I yield, Cousin."

Kokoa let go of her hammer, and Kou flew away. However, youki still tainted the area. Kokoa's head snapped over to Tsukune. His features were sharper and dark youki leaked from him slowly, begining to fade itself. A defense response, most likely to the amounts of youki used by the combatants.

"I will call upon your service soon enough, Cousin. Leave us."

Kurumu muttered a quick 'yes, Mistress,' before she limped away. Tsukune made to check on her but Kokoa intercepted him.

"She'll be fine, besides shouldn't you be more worried about your girlfriend?" she pouted at him.

"I saw you win, she barely touched you!" he began, trying to find an excuse.

"I'm hurt more than it looks. Succubi feed off the energy given off from the emotion Lust. In this place full," Kokoa hiccuped cutely, and her cheeks reddened," of teenage lust, she'll be fine. Plus, she doesn't look it, but she has more than a little War in her. That means her claws are poisonus. I'm going to start seeing things and throwing up soo-"

Kokoa's warning was interuppted by the very thing she was warning him against. All over Tsukune's shoes.

"Should I take you to the infirmary?" he asked in a panic, encircling her with his arms for support.

"No," Kokoa gagged, "Bring me to my room, -hurp- with a bucket next to my bed. I'll sleep it off."

Kokoa threw up five more times on the way to her room. Twice in the hallway. Still he tucked her in and placed a bucket next to her. He settled in for the night. It would likely be a bad idea to leave, knowing what little he did about Kokoa.

He looked around the room hoping to glean some more information about his new girlfriend. Her room was rather spartan, but she had some pictures of herself and younger silver-haired Moka. There was also a picture of Kokoa and two darker skinned women, with whom she shared some facial features. Cousins, maybe. The final picture was of a baby Kokoa with a very elder lady, even baby Kokoa bore a great resemblance to the woman. Her grandmother, he assumed.

Finding nothing else of note, he got some things and settled in for the night. Kokoa seemed to have a fever to accompany her vomiting.

X x X x X

Kokoa struggled awake at the sound of her soft alarm. Last night had been trippy, to say the least. Not only did the succubus poison induce vomiting and vertigo, but at the later stages of purging small amounts, it induced severe hallucinations. Large amounts did the same thing, but usually much more severe and possibly fatal.

Still these hallucinations were not nice. Kokoa was sure there had been a floating coyote wasp thing. But she couldn't muster the strength to attack it, and someone was telling her it was alright even while she screamed at the thing.

Finally rubbing her sleep out of her eyes, Kokoa noticed the weight of something on her thigh. Looking down, she saw Tsukune fast asleep his head in her lap. The sitting position he was in must have been so uncomfortable. She shook him awake, murmuring his name softly.

Tsukune woke with a start.

"Wassat?"

Kokoa giggled, and pulled him into a kiss. Still bleary and tired Tsukune somehow mangaged to end up under Kokoa making out passionately, hands wandering. When she suddenly jumped off, he was much more awake in some places.

"Time to get up, Tsukune-kun. Go back to your dorms shower and change. I don't want a stinky boyfriend," Kokoa's nose wrinkled cutely.

Tsukune looked at her wide eyed, before groaning and banging his head once against the floor. Before he got up Kokoa was on all fours above him again.

"Don't worry, you took care of me all night. You'll get something," she ran her hand daintily along his crotch, "special, soon enough. But not if your still stinky."

Tsukune gurgled and left the room fast enough to make Kokoa think she was under the poison still. She then figured Tsukune would be extra clean today.

"The power a woman has over a man."

She looked over at the picture of her grandmother.

"You are so right, Oma. Boys are so much fun."

X x X x X

Kokoa wasn't sure if Tsukune would show up to walk her to school, but she did wait for a few minutes just in case. Sure enough he came down the path and waved to her. She waved back sweetly. Many of the boys on the path shot jealous glares at Tsukune, and Kokoa heard many mutterings of 'how the fuck does he do it?'

"So, did you have to releive any tension this morning?"

Tsukune blushed heavily at her implication.

"Aa," he got out.

"Oh, well don't worry about it too much. I'll start helping."

If anything, Tsukune got redder. Kokoa reached in and grabbed his arm holding it between her breasts, eventually holding his hand in such a way it stayed where she had placed it.

Tsukune's blush maintained itself as her realized what his arm was touching and grew even redder what she was doing with the back of his hand. The swinging of their hands slid his knuckles up and down, with a slight in and out motion, right where her legs met. He was quickly realizing he was Kokoa's play thing. And if this was how she intended to play, Tsukune was quickly becoming game.

"Yahoo! Tsukune-kun, Kokoa-sama!" a bouncing, and apparently very happy, Kurumu bounced down the path to meet them.

"Here," the succubus said, handing them both a bento, before either could speak, "It is important that you both keep your health up. Enjoy, ne?"

With that the blue-haired bombshell almost skipped down the path.

Tsukune, for one, was flabbergasted. Not only was Kurumu fine, she made both of them bentos, was all happy, and mothered the both of them.

"Wha-?"

Kokoa giggled.

"Seems she's happy having some sort of direction in life. I should probably Claim her," Kokoa looked over at Tsukune slyly, "Until you Turn, and then give her to you."

"Claim? What does that mean?"

Kokoa began walking down the path, bringing his hand with her.

"Claiming is a blood-magick system where a Vampire says 'I own this person, in a sense.' And there are several ways to be Claimed. Thrall is essentially a slave, then Donor is someone you drink blood from, that you don't want anyone else to drink from. Thralls are like charmed persons, and Donors are like themselves, and usually live their own lives. I was gonna claim you as a Donor, until I found more out about you."

"Oh? And what about Kurumu?" he asked slightly concerned for his friend. He'd been charmed once and it had flat out sucked.

"I'll likely Claim her as a Vassal. Which is like a servant, but more personally important to the Claiming Vampire. There are a few more but they just get more and more important to the Vampire. The ritual and requirements get more complicated the more important a Claim. Like yours will likely take quite a bit of preperation, where hers will be fairly simply. An exchange of blood and swearing fealty."

"So, I'm more important than a Vassal?" Tsukune asked as they neared the school gates.

"You could be," Kokoa answered cryptically, saying no more on the subject and silencing Tsukune's further questions with a full kiss.

"I wait for your answer. Ghoul or Vampire. Let me know this afternoon."

Tsukune looked after Kokoa, confused. Girlfriends were very confusing. And Vampires even more so. He turned his head at the sound of Yukari and Moka calling out to him.

X x X x X

A/N: This has been floating around on my HDD for a while. Finally finished it. However, my spell check isn't working, so they are a few more typos then usual. I hope you liked the chapter and review.