Finish Him!

Here we go, last chapter. I've reached the end of this story and I hope you appreciated it while it lasted. Now, I shall be turning my attention to my other stories in progress. Also, I gotta wonder about my latest Tsukune's Redemption chapter, why is no one reviewing?

In any case, I'm done whining, here's the end of Gary Stu goes to Yokai... Finally.

Enjoy:

Wave after wave of a gargantuan monstrous aura came crashing down on Gary who was now yawning. Either he was too stupid to notice he was the target of the aura or he was just that confident. Perhaps it was a combination of both those factors. In any case, he was going to understand he was not wanted around these parts soon enough.

The fauna withered and died in his immediate vicinity, the ground was rumbling and the atmosphere was downright oppressive. In the distance, a blood colored moon gave off an eerie light that rendered the skies a foreboding shade of red. Those were the omens that accompanied the unsealing of Moka Akashiya, that and a few errant bats decided they would hang out around here and watch they idiot get pummeled. Their biggest preoccupation was wondering whether or not Ko remembered to bring popcorn this time around.

As for the vampire herself, her slit and piercing eyes reflected a deep hatred that appeared to be able to discern anyone's soul with their intensity. Indeed, one look with this kind of focus would be enough to make most want to flee in terror or gasp in awe at the beauty and power that Moka was currently exhibiting. Her eyes darted from Gary to Tsukune, whenever they fell upon the intruder, another fluctuation of her energy created by her anger made the surroundings wince, whether they be sentient or not. When they went to Tsukune, an ever so slight tranquility barely made itself known to only the most astute monsters capable of extremely acute sensory abilities. In other words: Tsukune was starting to think he may actually survive.

Deciding that her opponent wasn't worth a great deal of her time, she instead focused on making conversation with her love interest. "Tsk tsk tsk, now Tsukune, we talked about this. Did you really need to bring me out for something so trivial?" She was engaging in a conversation? He might even make it without injuries. It would seem that being separated by Fairy Tale had made Inner Moka a bit more forgiving when it came to being awakened, especially if she got to see her favorite brown haired... Wait, is he still a ghoul at this point? That is a very good question...

Anyway, Tsukune decided it would be a good idea to not make her wait for an answer. He awkwardly rubbed his neck and nervously laughed which brought a smile to her face. No matter what sort of incredible power he may wield, he is still the same old lovable Tsukune Aono she met on her first day at Yokai. "I'm really sorry for bothering you, Moka. I thought maybe I could help him out before we sent him away."

The toothy grin still persisted but a predatory look replaced her once softened gaze. She turned to Gary and spoke for Tsukune's benefit once more. "I'll overlook it this time, but remember Tsukune, you asked me to train you so that you wouldn't have to always rely on me for these kinds of things. Mercy is a great virtue... When applied properly. Now I'll show you how to dispose of unwanted pests."

Her expression hardened as she observed the insect she was about to crush. Gary was very, very annoyed. They barely mentioned him in over five paragraphs and they weren't granted him the proper respect a superior being like himself was due, that writer was going to get a serious scolding for letting things slip out of control thus far.

Speaking of which, said writer was currently locking up his parent's basement and preparing to move to Nicaragua where his cousin's basement promised all the safety he could want away from Moka's fury and any chance at being hunted down. You might be thinking that he couldn't move just like that, that he had a life, a job. In that case, I urge you to reconsider who this person is and why I'm such a loser in the first place... Ahem... I mean him, I am not the author, I'm just a passerby... Damn, too many plot holes...

Meanwhile, Gary decided, in his great wisdom, to charge Inner Moka head on. He ran at her with all the speed he could manage and punched her squarely in the face with all the power he could muster. The result was... there was no result. Moka didn't move an inch or even wince slightly, Gary's fist had been obliterated upon contact leaving her face completely intact and him clutching his torn apart hand in horror and dread.

He fell to his knees before her and looked up at his soon to be executioner. He tried so hard to insert himself into the gang, to wedge himself in there, why didn't it work? This was a test, it had to be. He was toying with himself, right, that's it. That was the only logical explanation, he couldn't be so weak, he simply couldn't be.

As he was mentally panicking and trying to make sense of chaotic concepts that were threatening his very sanity, Moka leaned ever so slightly towards him and whispered in a voice barely loud enough for him to hear. "Real vampires don't sparkle." That was the finishing blow as his brain began to shut down much like a computer would when confronted with too many contradictions and paradoxes. Alas for him, he was still conscious and sane enough to understand and feel what came next.

Moka took a step back, lined herself up properly, and whirled a kick so powerful that it sent him flying a few dozen feet into the air and through the spooky forest. When he finally hit the earth and came to a stop, he was barely alive and breathing. Coughing up blood and staring at his broken body as he saw bones popping out of his flesh and his contorted form bleeding profusely.

He did something he never would have even considered a few minutes ago, he begged. He screamed for help, for someone to come and help him. He was asking for help and he didn't care, he couldn't take anymore punishment, he was done for. As he did, an unfamiliar shadow materialized before him and came close to him. The only thing he heard was the word weak before he finally past out from his injuries.

As for the stranger, he went on his merry way to the campus. Seeing Gary so weak was a disgrace to all his kind, a disgrace he would soon rectify by doing what was necessary.

He kept on walking to the scene of the battle where a resealed Moka and Tsukune spared a thought for poor injured Gary. The rest of the gang had left right after Moka had been unsealed and never bothered to come pay their respects to that annoying Gary Stu.

As they heard footstep coming closer to them, they turned around and came face to face with the new stranger: He was wearing a dark cloak and his eyes seemed to be two pits of fire as the rest of his face was shrouded in darkness Moka and Tsukune both looked on at the new guy with horror. No, it couldn't be, not again, not so soon after they had defeated the last one. But it was the only explanation for such a corny description. Why where they showing up in droves now? And why did they all have to be so alike in appearance? You would think people would be more original.

The stranger took off his cloak and smiled his brightest smile at Moka while somewhat ignoring Tsukune's presence. He kept on smiling as he bowed deeply and introduced himself. "Hello, my name is Marty Sue, and I want to marry you."

The entire Academy could hear the screams of horror of two of it's greatest students as they once again had to deal with yet another person that wanted to wedge into the fold without being invited. At least Fangfang was endearing and had some redeeming qualities that made him a good person, they didn't.

THE END ?