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Hey all, sorry for the delay. This chapter ended up being quite longer than I'd originally thought. Things just tend to expand that way sometimes, I guess. Anyway, on with the show.

For Want of Composure, Pt. 1

"Hey, aren't we underground?"
Those were the first words out of Tsukune's mouth upon entering the succubus city. Beside him, Moka was equally awed.
"Now that is impressive," she said. For high above, the lofty roofs of the colossal caverns arched over them, blanketing the place from the outside world. Tall buildings, choked with thick vines and moist foliage, soared straight up beyond the streets – the largest of which were connected to each other at various levels by distant walkways. Spires and domes tipped off many of the structures overgrown with vegetation, giving the city the appearance of a metropolitan jungle. This wasn't the most impressive part, however. What really caught their eye was the way the ceiling had been painted to so perfectly resemble a bright, sunny day. Indeed, for a second, Moka had almost mistaken it for the actual sky. What's more, they noticed, the faux sun even appeared to glow, bathing the countless inhabitants on the streets below in a dazzling light. "How do you suppose they do it?" she asked.
"I've heard the succubi can be quite artistically gifted," said Akuha. "I mean, when your primary trait as a species is sexual, you have to find other conduits for your massive stores of energy. Otherwise, nothing would ever get done. You'd just be screwing around day and night." Glancing at Moka and Tsukune, she blushed, her mind suddenly flashing back to that very physical night they had shared. Thankfully, they didn't seem to notice. She cleared her throat. "I-it just so happens the succubi put that extra energy into creativity, whether art, music, whatever. They put a lot of effort into that artificial sky."
Tsukune wondered briefly if Kurumu had any special artistic talent they didn't know about. His attention, though, was quickly taken elsewhere as he caught a good glimpse of the people traversing the city blocks before them. Succubi. Hundreds of succubi making their way across town, by foot or by wing, most dressed in impossibly revealing clothing. Some of the more close by (and scantily clad) ones had paused to take notice of the four new guests, and, hovering a short ways above the street, were even eyeing Tsukune up and down. They really did look similar to Kurumu, he thought, albeit with far more lusty looks in their eyes. Their alluring eyes…their intoxicating and sexy eyes…their—
"Oi." A poke in the back from Moka broke his reverie. "What're you looking at, Tsukune?" He realized then he'd been staring intently at one of the voluptuous ayashi—who now departed with a few amused giggles—as if lost in a trance. He had been totally focused on her gaze, so inviting had it seemed, so hypnotic, like it was beckoning him to a world of delight beyond anything a mortal could know – a world he had almost felt unable to refuse.
"Ah, sorry Moka," he said sheepishly. "I-I was just looking at the nice painted sky. Yeah, that's it! Look at how pretty it is. The sun even moves! How do they do that?" Moka simply stared at him through her lashes, unconvinced.
Kahlua let out a soft chuckle. "I'd be careful about keeping eye contact with strange succubi for too long," she explained, tearing her eyes away from the same spot. "The women who've reached adulthood can ensnare others in an instant with their Charm, and some won't hesitate to do so. Then you'll really have to explain yourself to Moka!" She laughed again, causing her younger sister to frown, not amused. "But seriously, Tsukune, watch yourself. They won't hesitate to try and seduce people. Especially when it's a handsome young man like you."
Whether she didn't see or simply ignored Moka's raised eyebrow at that statement, Tsukune wasn't sure. Nevertheless, he thanked her nervously for the compliment, while Akuha sighed and turned around. "Anyway," the eldest began, "we must be on our way. Our guide's going to meet us in the square just a couple of blocks down. Come on, you guys. Oh, and Kahlua is right. Don't get Charmed. It would be a big inconvenience for us. Although maybe I shouldn't be telling you that…"
Tsukune scowled as they crossed the street, being reminded of the ugly mission they were on, and how he was actually supposed to be an asset to benefit Fairy Tale. Of all things! He had half a mind to purposefully get Charmed, if it would make trouble for Akuha. But he quickly dismissed the thought. That would be stupid. Plus, Moka said it would be alright, and I trust her. I'll have to go along with it for now.
Shortly, they reached the crowded square where their guide was to meet them. However, no one there seemed to recognize them, or called out to them as a host looking for her party would. Instead, endless swarms of busy succubi scurried by – ants under the hundred-foot high structures of steel beams, hanging vines, and majestic, rotund domes. "Strange," Akuha muttered. "They were supposed to be here before us, but nobody around looks like they'd be our guide." She paused, a sigh escaping her lips' barrier. "Kahlua, do you see anyone?"
To his side, Tsukune noticed Kahlua was fidgeting nervously again. The girl shook her head no. "I don't. So…what should we do?" she asked her elder sister. "Now that we've got some time to kill."
"Ugh, nothing to do but stay here and wait," Akuha replied, exasperated. "We don't exactly know the way to the Hall of Innocence ourselves, and even if we did, they might not accept us without our escort."
"Oh," Kahlua said tacitly. Casting a quick glance at Moka, then another at the stores and markets that were in sight, she spoke again. "Well, instead of all of us just waiting here, why don't we split up a have a look around for a few minutes? It's not like we're here a lot, might as well take in the sights. Moka, would you care to join me?" she asked hopefully.
"Forget it," Akuha shook her head. "Who knows when our guide will show up? We shouldn't be wandering aimlessly all over the city when they arrive."
Kahlua was upset. It was hard enough steeling herself to do something like kidnap Moka (again), but it didn't help when the chances she'd mentally prepared for were dashed. "It's not all over the city, Akuha," she protested. "Just around this area, I promise. Come on, only for a few minutes? Have a heart, sis."
Akuha paused, looking hesitant. Moka chimed in next. "Actually, Akuha-neesan, I'd kind of like to walk around for a little bit, too. At least until the escort gets here. How about ten minutes? Is that okay?"
The older girl sighed, then finally acquiesced. "Fine. If you want to Moka, then yes. I'll wait here in case anyone shows up. The three of you have ten minutes to explore, then check back here with me."
"Ah, wait!" Kahlua opened her mouth to protest Tsukune coming along. He would make it much more difficult to carry out her assignment. Oh, he wouldn't pose a physical obstacle, to be sure. She could easily brush him aside like a set of swinging doors. Of course, that would put Moka on her guard, and then she'd have a real fight on her hands. There would be a scene, a crowd would gather, Akuha herself would eventually get curious, and her plan would be torpedoed. And, even ignoring that scenario, Kahlua didn't bear Tsukune any ill will, and truly didn't want to needlessly attack him. But, if she had no choice…she would have no choice. That was why she preferred to get Moka alone, but it was clear that wouldn't happen here. She shut her mouth immediately, not wanting to draw Akuha's suspicion. She would have to find another opportunity later.
"What is it, Kahlua?" Tsukune asked.
"N-nothing, never mind," she said, averting her gaze from Akuha's raised brow. "Alright then, we'll be back in ten minutes, Akuha." Gesturing towards the other two, she made her way out of the square, Moka and Tsukune in tow.
Strolling down the crowded sidewalk, Tsukune took in the scenery. There were many well-crafted, tree-like sculptures lining the path on both sides… Wait. Were those…? It couldn't be! The trio blanched as they realized what exactly the sculptures were. Imposing silver phalluses towered over them where trees would be on a normal city sidewalk. What was worse, endless streams of some white fluid—God, I hope it's milk, prayed Tsukune—flowed from their tips and cascaded down their lengths, pooling in the soil at the obelisks' bases before running off in narrow grooves carved down the block. I guess subtlety isn't the succubi's strong suit, he thought in his cheeks heat, he struggled to bring his focus somewhere else. Anywhere else. Thankfully, he soon managed to take notice of several small restaurants in the area as they passed. His stomach growled, but he wasn't going to stop and oblige it now. For all he knew, they didn't serve food edible to humans here. He glanced at the silver-haired girl next to him, regretful she likely didn't have a decent grasp of the place either. "Moka, you've never been here before, right?"
She shook her head. "No. I—well, Omote and me—we went from place to place after mother left, but we never came here. There was never any need, really. Although, with Kokoa chasing us all over creation, I'm surprised we never made a stop here," she joked, though Tsukune read the hint of melancholy on her face at the mention of her mother.
"Heh, yeah, she always did want to fight with you," he joked back. He smiled, and reached out and took Moka's hand in his own, lacing their fingers together. A bright blush crossed the girl's face and she turned her eyes to the ground, forehead creased in embarrassment. The urge to pull her hand away briefly passed through her mind, but she decided to ignore it.
"You're lucky I like you," she mumbled, a soft grin pulling at her lips. "If anyone else did that, I'd have to show them their place."
He chuckled, knowing he was the only person lucky enough to be allowed to hold Moka's hand like this. On they walked, until they reached the end of the block. They paused there, to consider which direction they'd next turn. "Now I'm not certain," said Kahlua, "but I think I remember a nice little store somewhere near here that sells the most delicious desserts! I've been really looking forward to getting some. It's been ages since I've had their chocolate! Let's check the next street, okay? Just for a minute, so we don't upset Akuha."
"Fine, but don't get carried away, Kahlua," Moka warned. "I haven't forgotten how you used to inhale me and Kokoa's desserts back home. Focus on one thing you want to buy, and don't get distracted."
"I know, I know, don't worry!" Kahlua smiled. Bending down, the woman reached into a small pouch clipped around her ankle and fiddled around for a moment, before letting out a disappointed cry. "Aww~! I forgot to bring money. Darn, I am completely broke." Tsukune stared at the crestfallen girl as her shoulders slumped dejectedly. "Oh well," she sighed, "I guess we should just head back. Sorry I dragged you out here, guys." He noticed an unusual amount of sadness in Kahlua's voice for something so simple as loss of desserts. The girl looked heartbroken. He turned a confused gaze to Moka, but she was at a loss, as well. As Kahlua brushed past them, he thought she even seemed like she was going to cry. Her pitiful countenance suddenly plucked at his pity chord, and he found himself reaching into his own pants pocket to pull out his wallet – which, thankfully, Akuha hadn't confiscated.
"Wait, Kahlua," he said. Why he was helping an enemy with something this silly, he wasn't sure, but he didn't like seeing the crushed look on the young woman's face. "I have some on me," he told her, ruffling through some bills. He didn't know if his currency was even accepted here, but it would have to do.
It was like Christmas come early, the way Kahlua's face lit up. "Really? How wonderful! Moka's got herself a great guy. Thank you, Tsukune!" Taking him by surprise, she dove and tackled Tsukune right to the ground, falling on him with a loud thud.
"K-Kahlua!" Moka gasped.
Tsukune let out a soft grunt of pain as he hit the rough pavement. Out of his outstretched arm flew his wallet; he watched helplessly as it slid into the store next to them, under a small space in the planks of wood boarding up the entrance, which signaled the place was out of use. "Ah! Hold on, guys, my wallet's gone," he exclaimed, trying to ignore Kahlua's pleasant perfume and delicate skin.
From her position, the older girl blushed. "S-sorry about that. I couldn't control myself." Awkwardly she rose, smoothing out her dress.
Moka sighed. "Really, Kahlua, you've got to stop tackling people. See where it's got us? Now Tsukune's lost the money he was going to use on you."
"I really am sorry…" Kahlua hung her head in shame. "But, we can just go get it back. It only went into that building there, right?"
Tsukune shook his head. "No, it's barricaded. See? We're not supposed to go in." He shrugged, his eyes scanning the passing crowd, intentionally avoiding making any eye contact. Above, the leaves climbing the sides of the buildings dripped several drops of dew right onto his forehead. Blinking, he wiped the water away and continued, "Although, I can't lose my wallet. My parents would freak out if I did."
Nodding, Moka turned to a passerby. "Ah, excuse me." The succubus looked at her curiously, fumbling with the rather large purse on her shoulder. "What is this place?" She motioned to the closed off building.
"Oh, that's an old souvenir shop," the woman replied, her eyes scanning the structure as if to make sure. "It's been closed for several months, since they opened up a new one a few blocks over." She shrugged. "I think it was pointless, but hey, it's not my store. I heard the new location is closer to the tea house, and since that place is so popular it would be easier to bring in customers, or something. Actually, there's been a new rumor circulating that this place is haunted now. Don't ask me why. I think it's crap, personally."
"Do you know if there's anyway we can get inside? Something of ours just slid under the barricade and we need to get it back."
Giving her a sympathetic look, the woman shook her head. "I'm sorry, that I don't know anything about. Maybe someone else will? Well, good luck." Moka thanked her, and she departed with a smile and a wave. Once she had gone, Tsukune hung his head.
"Great, we don't have time to go all over looking for someone to help us. What are we supposed to do?"
There was silence for a moment, but then, clapping her hands together, Kahlua let an oddly distant look cross her features. "Leave it to me. I'll get it."
Moka frowned. "Hey, Kahlua, what're you—Ah! No, don't!" But her protests came too late, for Kahlua had already sent her fist smashing through the planks of the barricade, tearing down the obstruction before them. As the wood clattered to the ground, Tsukune fidgeted nervously at the passersby who stopped to stare at the scene, casting dark glances at the trio and muttering disapproval under their breaths (opinions like, "I swear, some people were just not raised right," and "These outsiders are rude as can be," passed their lips). His discomfort was interrupted, however, as Kahlua grabbed his and Moka's arms and yanked them after her.
"Come on," she said. Behind the destroyed blockage were an old pair of doors that didn't quite reach the ground either; plenty of room for a small object to slide under. Kahlua opened the door and pulled them into the dark entryway. Inside appeared to be a huge abandoned shop, full of aisles of dusty, empty shelves – though Tsukune couldn't see through the darkness clearly, and relied on Moka for the description. "It should be just in here, right?" Kahlua asked. He responded affirmatively, quickly sinking to his hands and knees and fumbling around on the floor. The wallet had only slid from his grip, it couldn't have gone that far. But, as seconds passed, then minutes, try as he might, he just couldn't find it.
A sudden noise caught their attention; a soft shuffle that came from further within. And then it was gone.
"That's weird," said Tsukune, a moment later, dismissing it as a rat or something. "I can't find it at all." To his side, the vampire sisters were also on the floor, searching.
"Me neither," Moka chimed in. "And I can actually see. You guys are sure it went in here? Maybe it slipped out into the street instead."
Tsukune was sure by now he had covered every square inch of the tiled floor with his hands. Why can't I find it? His frustration started to grow. "No, this is ridiculous. There's no way it's not here."
They expanded the circumference of their search slightly, though they still were unable to find any trace of the wallet. "I don't know, Tsukune," Moka said plainly. "I think it must be outside and you just—what is that noise?"
Tsukune looked up. He had heard it again, too. The same scraping sound they'd heard a minute ago. A bit louder this time, as well. But despite his curiosity, finding the lost item was still Tsukune's top priority, even if his eyes couldn't make out much in the darkness. His blind groping was likewise proving fruitless – well, only when it came to the wallet. When it came to accidentally grabbing what he soon realized was Moka's ample breast, there his search was quite successful. He quickly retracted his hand with an awkwardly sputtered apology.
"I don't think now is the right time for that, Tsukune," she replied lowly, her embarrassment palpable in her voice. She was thankful he didn't have a vampire's eyes, or he would have seen the slight smile that came to her lips, against her wishes. "A-anyway, forget about that," she went on, "I'm sorry, but I don't see your wallet anywhere. What about you, Kahlua?"
She paused, but no answer came. "Kahlua?" she repeated. "Did you find anything?"
Still no answer.
"Hey, Kahlua!" Moka called out. "Where are you?"
Tsukune frowned, biting his lip. "Um, Moka, I can't see too well, but I don't think she's with us anymore."
The girl paused, casting a glance around the store. Indeed, she couldn't find a trace of her sister. "What the—What's going on? She was here a minute ago."
Tsukune swallowed nervously. This was definitely getting creepy. First they enter a dark, abandoned, sealed up shop, and then Kahlua vanishes into thin air? Where could she be? Could something have taken her? But, that was impossible. There was no way someone as strong as her could be abducted, Tsukune told himself. And who would want to take her, anyway? Silence hung in the air for a moment, then a thought came to him. "Moka, that noise from before. Any idea what it was?"
"No," she shook her head. "You think those sounds have something to do with this, I take it."
"They sounded like they came from the back of the room. Kind of like, a door closing, maybe. Something shifting or scraping along."
Moka's eyes widened. "Something…like Kahlua, perhaps?" They paused, and then Moka took Tsukune by the wrist and helped him to his feet. "Come on, let's check it out. Maybe she went looking back there."
"But why? My wallet would have to be here in the front."
"I'm not sure, but we've done all we can in this spot. We might as well see where she went."
He agreed. Hastily they made their way past the shelves, finding their way through the sizeable emporium, until they reached the back. As they expected, a small set of wooden stairs led down to another old pair of double doors. "Kahlua?" Moka called out, but silence greeted them once again. "Alright, come on Tsukune," she said, leading him down the steps and pushing open the doors. Truth be told, Tsukune was hesitant about charging into this unknown place, even if he was confident the two of them could handle any danger they might confront. Nevertheless, on they walked. Beyond the doors was a small storage room, lit well enough for Tsukune to see this time. As soon as they entered, Moka squeezed his hand and spoke lowly, "Umm, Tsukune? Look."
Confused, Tsukune blinked. Once his eyes had adjusted, his muscles suddenly tensed. They weren't the room's only occupants. Gathered in a small circle amid the various crates strewn about, a winged trio of what they recognized as incubi slowly turned to stare at the intruders. Their beady eyes flashed in the dim light as they roamed up and down the pair, particularly lingering on Moka and her school uniform. She scowled, clenching her hand into a fist. "H-hello there," Tsukune said nervously. "Have you seen a tall, dark-skinned girl come through here? It'd be great if you could help us."
The bulky creatures didn't respond, but after glancing at each other, started to lumber over to the newcomers. Crap, Tsukune thought, they're coming. What do they want? Are we going to have to fight our way out of here? As they neared, he and Moka noticed, much to their chagrin, that like the guards at the city's entrance, these incubi were fully exposed. And growing more erect as they approached, their eyes glued to Tsukune's silver-maned goddess.
"Hehhh hehhh," one of them finally spoke, a deep chuckle rumbling in his gut. "Yesss, wee heeelllp youuu. Youuuu follloowww ussss, we showww you whaatttt youu loookinggg forrrr… Youuu…andd the girrllll, hehhh…"
Not good. Tsukune glanced over at Moka. Her jaw was clenched, her brow lowered in uncertainty. Tsukune was no fool. He could see the way these lustful things were focused on the proud vampiress. Their eyes and their…other parts. They probably only wanted them to follow so they could get them alone, isolated, and do who knows what to Moka. We should get out of here.
"Ah, it's okay," Moka said, also thinking it best to avoid messy confrontations. "Never mind, we're just going to leave. Sorry for troubling you." She leaned over and whispered, "C'mon, Tsukune, follow me."
They turned, but found out an incubus had slipped behind them with surprising stealth and was now blocking the door. A steel grip on her wrist from another of the ogres got Moka's attention. Leveling her gaze with the creature, she glared daggers at him. "Heh, such arrogance, laying your hands on me. If you want to keep that arm of yours, I suggest you let go." Her voice was cold and firm. The incubus leered up at her, but obediently released his tight hold.
"Youuuu don't goooo. Commme with usss. Otheerrr girllll furrtherr aheeadd."
This piqued Tsukune's interest. "Really? Kahlua came down here? Where is she?"
The incubus uttered a single world of reply. "Folllowww." Then the pack turned around and lazily began moving to the side exit of the room. Tsukune and Moka decided they had little choice but to follow into a narrow, dank corridor. As they walked in silence, their thoughts were as one. Where were they being led? It was obviously a trap by these horny beasts, wasn't it? Surely they were taking them to some secluded spot. But if Kahlua really was there, they had to at least follow these burly guides. And if she was up ahead, why was she? They had just been looking for a wallet before she disappeared… It couldn't be that she was captured by these incubi? Not someone as powerful as her… This whole thing was too strange. As were their guides. Or maybe their captors. For beings who were supposed to be closely related to succubi, they didn't resemble their more bewitching counterparts by any measure – except endowment. They didn't even seem to reach basic human intellect. Their movements were slow and clumsy, they appeared unable to form complete sentences. All in all, they were a rather underwhelming species; if not for their obvious brute power, Tsukune would have felt no fear at the moment.
A minute later, they reached the end; the hall opened up into a spacious underground chamber, resembling a foyer of sorts. Twin sets of stairs led up to a second level and yet another door, ornately carved. Above, a lustrous chandelier hung low, its numerous arms bestrewn with glowing candles that only weakly pierced the thick mist choking the ceiling. To the pair's side, a red plush couch and armchair lay around a small table. Seated on that chair, to their surprise, was Kahlua.
"Ah, there you are!" the blonde girl exclaimed, pressing her hands together joyfully. "I'm so glad you finally came, you two."
Moka and Tsukune stole a glance at each other. "What are you talking about, Kahlua?" asked Moka. "What're you doing here?"
"We tooolllddd youuuu sheee was heeerre," interrupted a gravelly-voiced incubus.
"What is this place?" Moka demanded. "You just disappeared on us back there."
Tsukune was alarmed by how the monsters were now looking at Moka, but was unable to make a move with these living boulders blocking the exit.
Kahlua merely smiled at her sister. "I know. I'm sorry for worrying you, Moka."
Before the girl could reply, one of the incubi finally decided to get a feel of the lovely white-haired vampire. His member fully engorged, he staggered toward her clumsily but with obvious intent. Tsukune made to intercept him. Moka frowned and clenched her first, preparing to deliver a solid foot to the beast's gut.
But she never got the chance. The incubus' clawed, beefy hand closed over her arm, his tongue dangling hungrily from his jaws; and then, he was on the floor, sprawled face-down as if brutally rammed by a truck.
Tsukune recoiled sharply. How had that happened? He had barely even blinked. It hadn't been two seconds. But that was all the time Kahlua had needed to burst up from her chair, shoot across the room and practically spike the incubus to the ground with inhuman strength. Standing next to a startled Moka, towering over the unconscious creature, she looked down on it with visible anger.
"How dare you," she growled, resting her foot on the gray crown. "You are not allowed to lay a hand on her."
Moka eyed her sister cautiously. "Kahlua, what's going on? I could've handled that guy myself, you know. It's not the first time someone's been fool enough to try that."
Calming down with a deep breath, Kahlua smiled gently at her sister and gripped her shoulders lightly. "Maybe you could have. But these guys are tough, Moka, and sturdy. It took all my strength just to knock this one out. You have to hit the back of their heads; a kick to the gut would be a mosquito bite to them."
There was a pause for a moment before Moka spoke again. "Well, whatever. You still haven't told me what you're doing here." She frowned, thinking. "Actually, forget about it. I don't really care what this place is, let's just get out of here. Akuha-neesan is probably wondering why we're so late." Taking Tsukune's hand, she began to make for the door, the incubus guarding it having retreated in terror.
"Oh, dear. Leaving, are you? I'm afraid I can't let you do that."
Tsukune stopped in his tracks as the sudden, unknown voice echoed throughout the foyer. Casting his eyes about, he could see no one except the three of them, and of course the other incubi. But they had retreated from Kahlua, and were cowering under one of the staircases. Furthermore, that voice had definitely not belonged to any of them. It was a woman's voice, Tsukune noted, yet he saw no one who could have uttered it.
Moka was just as confused. "Who said that?" she called out loudly, releasing Tsukune. "Who's there? Come on out, show yourself."
Almost on cue, the doors on the balcony above groaned open. Blocked by the mist, it was difficult for Tsukune to see what, or who, was there, until at last a woman emerged at the handrail. He wasn't sure how he knew, but he could tell right away that she was a succubus. Perhaps it was the wild green tresses that streamed down her back, or the impossibly perfect curves of her body, her bust straining against a flimsy top. Or maybe just the way her eyes danced over them from her perch, as if she were waiting to devour them whole. Not to mention, of course, that they were in the succubi's home city. That was a pretty big clue, as well. "No mistake about it," he said. "She's got to be a succubus."
"Bingo," the woman crooned above him. Her long, polished nails fondly tapped the rail. "Although it's not like it took a lot of brainpower to figure that out." Wings suddenly unfurled and spread from the succubus' back; with a flap, she was in the air, and quickly floated over the balustrade to hover above the ground floor, looking over the three. "But come now, what is this about you wanting to leave? We haven't even gotten acquainted yet."
"Why should we care who you are?' Moka asked sternly. "We simply lost something and went into the store above to try and find it. Then my sister disappears, we get needlessly sidetracked, and we still haven't found what we were looking for. We're not going to waste any more time here with you, whoever you are."
"What you were looking for?" the woman echoed. Pausing, she reached into the pocket of her parted silken robe and pulled out a small item.
Tsukune gasped. "Ah! That's—
"Do you mean this?" asked the succubus, holding his wallet in her grasp. "My incubi found it upstairs and brought it to me, and I decided to keep it." She looked at the leather. "Really, dears, you shouldn't throw things into other people's homes if you don't want to lose them."
"We didn't throw it," Moka replied. "But it's really none of your business. Give it back, and we'll be on our way."
The woman said nothing, but turned to Tsukune, an annoyed look on her face. "Tell me, boy. Is your friend here always so rude?"
Standing his own ground, Tsukune met her gaze. "Please do as she says, ma'am. That's my wallet you've got there, and I would like it back."
"Please, call me Amane," she replied casually. "Well, at least you have manners. I suppose I'll reward you by making your death quick and mostly painless."
At this, Tsukune gave a start, a lump forming in his throat. "E-excuse me?"
The woman called Amane turned silently in midair to examine the incubi still huddled in the corner. They looked a bit less terrified now that the succubus had arrived. The one who had tried to grope Moka still lay where he had fallen. "My my," Amane tisked, "it seems you've frightened my servants. And after they were so obedient in leading you here." Gliding over to them, she gently stroked their thick heads, comforting them as she would a pet.
"Servants?" Moka blurted out. "What do you mean, servants? What is going on here, anyway? What the hell do you mean about killing Tsukune?"
"These incubi are my servants," she said shortly. "I take it you're new to Yomotsu. Did you find it surprising that there were incubi at the front gate, and yet you probably saw few to none on the streets?"
Tsukune brushed aside his anxiety for a second and recalled they hadn't really seen any of the creatures in the city.
Amane continued. "It's no surprise. Let me tell explain something to you." She paused. "This is the city of succubi, as you surely know. It has been our species' home for as long as we can remember. And as long as we can remember, it's been us, the female succubi, who have achieved the higher form of sentience. Reading, writing, spoken language, arts, politics – all has been within our grasp throughout our history. Not just the more pleasurable pastimes." At that, she rapped her knuckles against one of her servant's skulls, but he gave no indication he had even felt it. "These guys, however, are different. As incubi, they are technically part of our species. But for whatever reasons, their brains developed to be quite…inferior, in just about every way. Sure, they have their muscles, but they're not good for much else."
"What do you mean?" Tsukune asked.
"They don't have the cognitive ability to participate in running this city," she shrugged. "Us succubi are thus left with the tasks of government, business, that sort of thing. Incubi like these guys here are mostly given menial tasks and manual labor. Wouldn't want to strain their brains!" She laughed.
Tsukune found himself growing angry. She shouldn't be belittling other living creatures, and that they were forced into and subjugated under such a rigid and unfair hierarchy seemed distasteful. Those were his feelings, and he let her know as much. Amane let out a laugh that sounded close to a cackle.
"Oh, don't be mad!" she said teasingly. "I didn't tell you their most important function. You see, even though many succubi nowadays are fine with fathering a child with a male from another race, there are still plenty here who are instinctively drawn to our male counterparts, as we have been for most of our history. Incubi are widely used in Yomotsu for breeding purposes, you see, for women who desire them. They help replenish our population in large numbers. Only in recent times, with more exposure to other species, has that not been the case for all of us. But for the many who still find it to their fancy, they find the incubi provide a valuable service."
"You just use them like animals, you mean," Tsukune objected. "For your own selfish purposes, is that right? I may not know this place that well, but you can't just use people as your sex slaves."
"People? Don't make me laugh." Amane's wings carried her over to the trio. "I hate to break it to you, but they really are barely above animals. Look for yourself." She gestured over at the three incubi, slowly emerging from their hiding place, glancing around the room cautiously to sense whether the danger had passed. "Anyway, it's simply the way of things," she continued. "Always has been. Succubi rule, incubi serve as needed." She paused, examining her manicured talons. "Believe it or not, Yomotsu is a fairly traditional society. Many succubi prefer to keep incubi as their mates, just as many—maybe even more—adhere to the tradition of giving birth to their young in the city itself, or having an insipid little celebration when they reach full womanhood. That's the way things are. I don't make the rules."
As she spoke, Amane moved uncomfortably close to Tsukune. He held still and forced himself to avert his eyes as her generous cleavage hovered in front of his face. The succubus said nothing, but sniffed the air around the human boy curiously. "Besides, what are you getting upset about?" she asked, almost playfully. "You have the stench of sex on you as well, boy. Multiple partners, it smells like." Tsukune and Moka blushed heavily, too flustered to speak. Amane laughed heartily, clearly amused. "I take it you know very well what it's like to be someone's sex slave, yes? Hah! Enjoyable, is it not? You of all people shouldn't feel sorry for those who share that fate."
Tsukune wanted to protest, but Moka interrupted them. "You still haven't told us where this place is, or why you talked about killing Tsukune."
Turning to Moka, Amane shamelessly licked her lips at the sight of the young vampiress. "Now, now, my rude little pet. There's no need for you to think about that, since the boy will soon be dead and you will be under new employ."
"New employ?" Moka echoed, eyes narrowed.
A wild grin spread across the succubus' lips, her pearly whites gleaming. "Oh, didn't I mention? We have quite the thriving…entertainment industry here." She put special emphasis on that word. "Gorgeous succubi are always in high demand from our male visitors, and sometimes our female ones too. Sadly, fewer and fewer succubi are entering that trade these days. Better options, and all." She snorted derisively. "So to compensate for the decrease in product on the legitimate side of the industry, there are those of us who have discovered…other methods of keeping up supply."
Tsukune wasn't sure he followed, but Moka's eyes hardened in disgust. "You don't mean—
"Speaking of sex slaves," the woman finished for her, chuckling. "Although, we tend to call them assets. Sounds cleaner, doesn't it? More professional. Sterile."
Feeling a surge of rage boiling in his gut, Tsukune stepped forward, glaring angrily at Amane. "If you think for a second I'll allow you to sell Moka off as a prostitute, you've got another thing coming!"
"Tsukune," Moka said, reaching out and grabbing him by the hand. "Forget about her. We're out of here. Let's go Tsukune, Kahlua." She turned to the succubus, fire in her gaze. "Try to follow us, and I'll kill you." Turning back to the doorway with Tsukune in her grip, Moka was about to storm out of the underground chamber, when a firm hand on her shoulder stopped her in her tracks. Casting a startled glance to her side, her eyes were met with Kahlua's vacant stare. Behind them, Amane clicked her tongue in disapproval. Stretching her wings, she lifted herself back up to the second level.
"As I said before, I'm afraid you're not going anywhere."
"K-Kahlua?" Moka said, feeling her sister's clutch tighten whenever she struggled. "What're you doing? Let me go!"
Tsukune stared deep into the elder Shuzen's eyes. The usually bright and cheerful orbs seemed different to him. They looked blank and glazed over as she kept her sister from escaping. Then it dawned on him. "Moka!" he shouted. "She's Charmed!"
Moka looked at her sister incredulously. "What? But she hasn't been fighting!"
"No, not that kind of charmed. Succubus charmed!" It made sense. Tsukune recognized that hypnotized look in Kahlua's eyes. He turned back to Amane in anger. "You! You did this to her, didn't you?"
Leering at him down the bridge of her nose, the woman smirked. "Clever boy. You know something about our abilities."
"Wait a minute," Tsukune paused. Now that he thought about it, Amane looked somewhat familiar. It had occurred to him when he first saw her, but now, looking her over, he was even more positive. "I've seen you somewhere before." His brain began to race, frantically filing through all the memories of recent events it could access. Landing the airship, entering Yomotsu, seeing the city for the first time, the buildings, the streets, the succubi moving about, their lusty looks, their alluring eyes, their—alluring eyes...! "That's it!" he exclaimed. "You were one of the succubi we saw when we entered. The one who almost Charmed me!"
"Well, you're half right," said Amane. "That was indeed me, but it wasn't you I was trying to charm."
"So you were trying to get Kahlua?" Moka interrogated.
"Wrong again," the woman replied, shaking her head.
Tsukune's eyes opened wide in horror. "Then, Moka was—
"You got it. She was the one I wanted." Amane licked her lips again, hungrily. "She is the image of perfect beauty. The second I saw you all, I knew I'd hit a great stroke of luck. I thought to myself that I had to possess her, to taste her. And after I was done, I'd make a nice profit from selling her." She sighed. "Sadly, you were more resistant to my charms than I thought, girl. I had to make a quick decision then to charm your sister here instead." She motioned to Kahlua. "Her mind was much more susceptible to me, as I quickly learned. I hoped she would then be drawn to me, and bring her white-haired companion with her. And here you are! Luck really is on my side."
"How could you be sure she would lead us to you?" Moka asked.
"It's the way the Charm works, pet. A fully developed one, at least. Only little girls can do no more than blatant hypnosis." Tsukune flinched at the perceived slight against Kurumu, not to mention her referring to Moka as pet. "If that was all I'd done, you would've noticed something odd about your sister and instantly been suspicious. But, surely she was behaving normally? That's because I simply affected her subconscious, Charming her so she would unknowingly be drawn to my location, like a magnet. Only when I saw her in the store did I fully activate the trance, out of your sight. It wasn't guaranteed to work perfectly, of course, but it seems I was fortunate. It brought you to me, after all." Her dishonestly sweet smile made Tsukune's stomach churn.
"You're sick," he growled. "You're horrible. You're some sort of slave trafficker then? How can you do that to innocent girls? Do you think we'll let you get away with this?"
Sensing his growing distress, Moka spoke to him calmly. "Tsukune," she said, "I understand how you feel. I don't like what she's doing either, but we have other things to worry about." She nodded her head to the side, at her big sister who still held her shoulder in an ironclad grip. "We have to take Kahlua and get out of here, now."
Hearing that, Amane laughed gleefully. "Once again I have to explain it to you! Don't you get it? No one. Is going. Anywhere." She paused, then lowered her voice to a serious, deadly tone. "Kahlua, obey your mistress. Restrain your sister now. But do leave her alive."
Moka immediately tensed her body, preparing to drop her foot back into a defensive position and break out of Kahlua's hold. Before she could make a move, however, the white-gloved hand on her shoulder slid at bullet speed to a pressure point on her neck, hitting it with force. Moka dropped noiselessly, but Kahlua caught her before she hit the floor.
"Moka!" Tsukune cried out. He reached to grab her, but he too had no time to react before the blonde vampire's foot slammed into his gut, lifting him off his feet and sending him flying back to the wall. He slammed into it with a heavy thud, knocking the wind from his lungs, and crumpled to the ground. Dizzy as he was, he marveled that he was still conscious, and moreover, that his spine hadn't completely shattered upon impact. Indeed, he could still feel his legs. Through his hazy vision, he could see Kahlua laying Moka down carefully, then turning and making purposeful strides towards him; his shaken hearing allowed him to tell that Amane was commanding the dark-skinned girl to do…something. Tsukune couldn't make out the exact words in his state. Very shortly, Kahlua's blurry visage entered his field of vision, her head sinking down to his level. As his senses slowly unscrambled, he could see she was still under the spell of the succubus. Staring blankly at him, she suddenly raised his level of alarm to maximum as she tugged firmly at his zipper, then with unmatched speed yanked his pants down over his waist. His underwear quickly followed, and as he was fully exposed, Tsukune finally found his tongue. "K-Kahlua? Hey, stop that! What's gotten into you?"
It was then that his ears cleared up enough for him to hear what Amane was shouting. "Can you hear me yet, boy?" He turned in her direction. "I've asked your friend here to entertain you for a moment before you die. I figured I could use some amusement. And my new slave can consider it punishment for her disrespect, having her boyfriend violated by her own sister."
Tsukune felt his face grow heated. "What? No, I don't want—ah!" His protest was cut short when the gentle fabric of Kahlua's glove rubbed up against his quickly stiffening member. He cursed himself for becoming aroused so easily. Judging him to be hard enough, the young woman dropped swiftly and enveloped his entire shaft in her wet, welcoming mouth. The boy's eyes practically burst from his skull. This couldn't be happening. Not again. With another of his beloved Moka's sisters! He wouldn't deny that Kahlua was an elegant, exotic beauty, but this couldn't happen! An involuntary gasp escaped him as her silken lips hummed against his flesh, her tongue dancing wildly to lick every spot it could reach. Tsukune had a feeling Kahlua wasn't exactly an expert in this area, but what she lacked in skill she more than made up for in passion. "Please, Kahlua, d-don't nngh!" But his objections fell on deaf ears, and her head bobbed up and down with vigour. Above them, Amane grinned.
"Don't bother, she won't listen to you. I have her completely under my control."
Her only response from Tsukune was a moan, his cock being drenched in Kahlua's saliva. Her suckling grew louder, sloppier, her moist, slurping lips providing a tantalizing amount of suction for the beleaguered boy. He glanced over at Moka; he was grateful she still seemed to be unconscious – at least she wouldn't have to see this. He was desperately worried about her, of course, but the better part of his mind was being overwhelmed by the assault on his senses. This was even more intense than Akuha's blowjob, he thought, and already he could feel the pressure building in his lap. He quickly realized it might not be best to think about his session with Akuha and Moka; he was already losing control from Kahlua alone. Drool leaked from the side of the vampire's busy mouth, staining a few locks of her golden hair that had draped across Tsukune's thigh. A moment later, her hand drifted up to cradle the boy's sack, roughly fondling the heavy orbs within, stirring up his juices even more. He tried to protest again, but all he could manage was a faint "S-stop…"
Instead, Kahlua pulled her lips back until they only circled the head of his meat. Tsukune's nerves were aflame; he could feel everything. Her soft tongue darting out against his slit, lapping urgently at the precum that had gathered there, gently probing ever so slightly inside. A sharp gasp was her reward, his muscles tightening under her onslaught. Her distant eyes met his, keeping their gaze as she gently wrapped a gloved hand around the base of his cock. Tugging it firmly, she stroked him and resumed her sucking, going down on him with such speed Tsukune was surprised she didn't injure her neck. Hand and mouth working in tandem, she brought her younger partner higher and higher, her luscious cinnamon skin an erotic contrast against the lighter flesh of his lap. Panting heavily, his vision was rapidly hazing over in lust. Tongue worshipping his shaft, her spit leaking out on his crotch as she finally forced him down her throat, she engulfed his full length in her mouth, a bright flush creeping into her cheeks. Tsukune was barely aware of anything else at this point. He could feel her jaws working as she devoured him, gripping him with just the right amount of pressure, her hand a blur on his shaft. He was being brought to the summit, looking down from the cliff's edge at the steep drop he would take with just a few more steps.
Kahlua must have sensed this, as well, for she immediately decided it was time to finish the boy off. Not stopping her motions even for a second, she brought her other hand forward and tenderly, experimentally probed his anus. A second later, half her index finger had slid inside the wide-eyed Tsukune. And that was it for him. Never having felt something enter him like that, the combined stimulus of Kahlua's ferocious ministrations pushed him off the deep end. His abs clenched tightly as he erupted straight down the woman's delicate throat, tossing his head back in unwanted rapture, his sphincter clenching around her digit. His assailant swallowed every thick stream that coated the back of her mouth, gulping it down hungrily like a woman possessed.
As his spasms finally started to subside, Tsukune's muscles began to relax, his breathing slowing down to normal speed. Finished with her meal, Kahlua detached her panting, glossy lips from his member with an audible pop. Their eyes met each others; for a moment, hers remained as dull as they had been, indicating her unconscious enslavement by the succubus, who herself looked down on the pair with visible satisfaction. "Well, that was pretty hot," she chuckled. "I might have even considered taking that woman too, with the way she performed, but really, just look at this one!" She gestured toward Moka, who was just starting to wake, making soft groggy noises as she came to. "She's perfect! Flawless skin, luscious hair, those seductive eyes! She's the only one I need today." The woman's face lit up with elation as she rambled on. "I've been in this industry a long time, so I can tell you. This girl here, she's going to bring us a lot of business. I'm certain of it." She paused, surveying her captives with great interest, lying there in the languid aftermath of their forced affair. Then with a wave of her hand, she sighed dismissively. "Anyway, may as well release this one, then…"
And with that, the blank listlessness in Kahlua's eyes evaporated in an instant. The newly lucid vampiress blinked in confusion, her gaze fixing on the boy above her, his position, his lack of pants, the residue of some sticky substance clinging to the back of her throat. Realization began to dawn on her, and an instant horror flooded her features. "O-oh my god," she stammered. "Tsukune? What's – you – I didn't…no, I couldn't..." Her head spun. From the looks of it, Tsukune thought she might throw up. The girl managed to hold her stomach down, however, instead sputtering out multiple apologies, eyes welling up with soft tears. Tsukune didn't know what to say as she bowed her head to the ground in contrition, his own feelings in turmoil, but a moment later he heard something that made his stomach sink like a stone.
"Tsukune, what's going on?"
The boy turned slowly to see that Moka had regained full consciousness, and now had her eyes narrowed in anger at her sister and Tsukune. Her voice was chilled. "Kahlua, why are Tsukune's pants down? What the hell did you do to him? Answer me!" But she quickly found Kahlua could do nothing except start to sob, the flood waters bursting forth and streaming down her face.
"I-I-I'm sorry M-Moka, I-I didn't m-mean t-to," she hiccupped, "D-don't – don't know w-what came over m-m-me!" She could barely get her words out. "I-I was – one m-moment, and then – and then—!" She trailed off.
Tsukune looked on at the pitiful scene, his guilt only outweighed by his sympathy for Moka, who once again had to endure a sister assaulting him, and even for Kahlua, who had just been used as a tool in some horrid scheme to hurt her beloved sister. Despite her odd affiliation with Fairy Tale, Tsukune strained to find a mean bone in her body. The way she was taking this so hard, for Moka's sake, spoke volumes in that regard. Before any of them could speak again, Amane decided she'd had enough of the hysterics, and descended over the balustrade to their level. "Ahh, this is getting too sappy for me," she said airily. She turned to face Moka, the girl's face an unreadable mask aside from the cold flame in her crimson eyes. "Don't blame your sister completely," she said. "She was Charmed to get your little boyfriend off. Still, consider it your punishment for being so insolent. Think about that when we're through here, and you're in training, learning how to serve your…customers."
Hearing this, Moka turned heel sharply, facing down her enemy. Her fingers dug into her palms; she was sure she could feel skin breaking, but she didn't care. "You…you bitch." Tsukune gulped. Neither Moka really cursed, so when she did, it was usually a cause for alarm. "You did this? I swear, I am going to rip that throat out of your little slut body, succubus." She began taking slow, purposeful steps toward the hovering woman, murder on her mind.
Amane sighed. "Enough. What's done is done, and it's time we were on our way, my dear. To your new future." Turning to Tsukune and the prostrate Kahlua, she snapped her fingers. Out of the shadows emerged two incubi, who immediately seized the pair in a vice grip – big, stony arms crushing their windpipes. Kahlua let out a soft gasp, while Tsukune simply struggled to breathe. "And you two, well, I suppose it's time for you to die. Luckily for me, Kahlua doesn't appear to have the will to resist. She looks like she could pose a problem, otherwise."
Watching them, Moka snapped at last. Breaking into a dash, she hurtled towards the hateful succubus. "Let them go!" she screamed, jumping off her back leg, bringing the other around and aiming her kick straight at Amane's skull. The succubus must have been used to dodging blows, however, as she deftly ducked under the silver-haired bullet, letting Moka's foot catch empty air as she sailed overhead. The girl slammed against the opposite wall, and with a roar, rebounded off the surface for another pass at her target. Amane grinned, priming for another evasion.
What happened next, no one present could later recall with perfect clarity.
All of a sudden, a deafening blast resounded throughout the chamber, and a split second later the heavy stones of the ruined ceiling crashed down around the group with thunderous noise. Artificial daylight from outside poured in, and Tsukune's eyes were blinded by the dazzling shine. Squinting, he could no longer see anyone or anything ahead of him. Amane, Kahlua, Moka, all disappeared into the flood of light and violent din echoing around him. It was only afterwards he would remember what he saw next.
The black shadow. Alone it pierced through the glare, silent darkness descending from above. In the blink of an eye, it swooped down like a pitch-colored bat to the center of the room. A bloodcurdling shriek rang out, stabbing at Tsukune's eardrums. And then – something wet touched down in his bare lap. Something warm. Something…pulsing. Shortly recovering his vision, with terrified shock his eyes peered upon what it was.
A heart.
Cradled between his thighs it lay, covered in fresh blood. A sharp chill ran down Tsukune's spine, his entire body breaking out in a cold sweat. His head began to swirl as nausea assaulted his brain, his own heart beating in eerie synchronization with the throbbing organ. "W-what…?" was all he could manage. Fighting the growing urge to pass out or vomit, he tremulously tore his eyes away, forcing them upward in pure dread. There stood Amane. Her mouth hung agape, her body shuddering with small death spasms as her eyes misted over darkly. But Tsukune ignored all that, only able to focus on the blood-soaked hand protruding from her chest. A moment later, it was withdrawn from its cavity, and as Akuha pulled away, Amane's corpse flopped onto the ground like a puppet cut from its strings.
Dead silence hung upon the open chamber. Realizing the succubus' heart was still in contact with his body, Tsukune bolted up violently, knocking the thumping life organ away. He looked around. Kahlua still sat distressed on the floor, though her tears had ceased. A fist-sized crater next to her indicated some vented frustration. She appeared only mildly surprised by this turn of events, at most. As for Moka, she had missed Amane again, and landed a few feet across from Tsukune. Like him, she met Akuha's eyes with confusion, and fear. And with good reason. The look on the assassin's crimson-coated face spoke of nothing but cold, merciless death, and as she saw the pair gawking at her, she fixed her eyes on them. "About time I found you." Her voice was stern.
"A-Akuha-neesan…what's going on?" Moka was dumbfounded.
Before the girl could respond, however, a voice from above caught their attention. "Heeeeeyyy! You all okay down there?" Tsukune and Moka looked up. At the edge of the newly formed hole, back up on the street, a redheaded succubus stood peering down, eyes wide with apprehension. Upon spotting Amane's body, she gasped softly. "Oh, my! So you caught her after all." She nervously flickered her gaze around her. "Uhh, maybe I should get the officers over here. Excuse me for a sec, I'll be right back, okay?" And off she scurried.
Moka turned back to her sister. "Who is that woman?"
Wiping her hand clean of blood, Akuha replied, "That is our guide. She showed up about ten minutes after you left. You were supposed to have been back by then, so we had no choice but to wait for you. But after a while, you still didn't show, so we decided to find you." She sighed, her face slowly softening from its stony façade. "We ran into some police along the way, who said they were looking for this Amane person," she gestured at the corpse. "Said she was in the ayashi trafficking business. They mentioned she worked out of some building on this block, and that they were getting close. Then, a little after we left we saw a bunch of people gathered around this one place that had been broken into. They told us two young ladies and a guy had gone in a while ago and hadn't come out." Her voice contained a hint of amusement. "By that point, I could sense you guys were somewhere near, and the feeling grew stronger until I reached this spot. So I broke through, saw Moka was in danger, and, well, you know the rest. Hehe." She exhaled, finished with her explanation. When the others didn't respond, she looked curiously at the trio. Only then did she truly notice Tsukune's pants bundled around his ankles, or Moka disheveled and angry, or Kahlua sniffling and wiping at her eyes. It didn't take a genius to know something was wrong. "So, now that you know my story, how about someone tell me what happened here?"
Kahlua finally spoke, her voice soft from the crying. "A-Akuha… the succubus, s-she Charmed me. She made—she m-made me…" She swallowed, forcing herself to confront the truth. "She made me do…illicit things to Tsukune."
Tsukune found it hard to read the expression on Akuha's face as she received the news. He wondered, too, given that she had been guilty of the same thing herself. Biting her lower lip, she reached up and rubbed her chin absently. "I see," she said, turning to Moka. "Well then, I suppose you're glad she's dead, right?" Her sister said nothing, but stared at the floor, silver bangs shielding her eyes. Visible concern crept onto Akuha's features at the girl's clear affliction. She moved forward to place a feather-light touch on her shoulder. "Hey, are you alright, Moka?" she questioned. But Moka was still quiet. Tsukune desperately wished he could help, but he had no idea what to do in this situation. Deciding to break the silence, he turned to Akuha, forcing a weak smile despite himself.
"T-thanks for helping us, Akuha," he said. "If you hadn't shown up when you did, I would be dead now. Although…" he paused, looking hesitantly down at Amane's mangled body and heart, feeling his stomach churn again, "I wish you didn't have to do…that."
Akuha's gaze darted over to the boy. To his surprise, it lingered there, and deep in her eyes, Tsukune noticed the faintest flicker of—something, some emotion, pass through them, soft as a whisper. What was that? And yet, as soon as it had appeared, it vanished, and her mouth turned to its normal frown.
"What about you?" she asked flatly. "You alright?" Tsukune blinked, a bit surprised at the question. He was positive it was the first time Akuha had ever asked about his well-being, even if her tone wasn't the most caring. Before he could say anything, however, the pitter patter of running footsteps grew louder from above, signaling the return of their guide. This time, the girl was accompanied by an exceedingly pretty uniformed female with violet tresses. A cop, no doubt. It was becoming obvious to Tsukune—who suddenly remembered his lack of pants and zipped up at light speed—that all the succubi in this city were marvelously stunning. And now that he got a better look at their guide, he could see the same applied to her. She possessed a certain cuteness, wearing a light pink top with tiny doves patterned in the fabric, a small skirt, hair pulled back in a ponytail. She didn't look much older than the members of the Newspaper Club, in fact. Together, the pair of succubi extended their leathery wings and descended to the shattered foyer.
"Whew, I'm back! And I brought help!" their guide said. The policewoman to her side drifted purposefully over to the pierced carcass of the slaver, crouching down by the dead woman and examining her with an intense inquisitiveness in her eyes. After a few moments of scanning Amane's death-white face, she nodded definitively.
"Yeah, she's the one we've been looking for." She sighed, running a hand through her wavy locks. "After all this time, it's finally over." Turning her attention over to Akuha, she drifted over to the vampire. "You're the one who caught her, then? Miss, uh—" she turned to the other succubus curiously.
"Ah, just call me Yuki!" the guide bubbled cheerfully, giving a clumsy salute.
The officer rolled her eyes. "Right, Miss Yuki told me what happened here. Let me thank you for helping put down a dangerous criminal. You've done a big favor to Yomotsu, and saved a lot of girls from an ugly fate." She extended her arm for a handshake with Akuha, then spared another glance at the corpse. "Shame really. Turns out she was forced into sex work at a young age herself. Eventually, I guess it's no surprise she turned out this way." The others were silent, unsure what to say. At last, the woman whirled around, ready to take her leave, but Tsukune had a sudden question.
"Hey, wait!" he called out, confused. "You're just leaving? You don't need to take us in for our statements or something?" That was how it'd be done in the human world, after all.
The officer merely gave the boy an odd look, scratching an itch on her eyebrow. "Huh? Where are you from, kid? I just have to go submit my report, and it's case closed. I don't know what you're babbling about."
"Forgive him, he's from…" Akuha paused. "Out of town."
The succubus shrugged carelessly, muttering to herself. "Cute guy, but pretty clueless…" Like an arrow, she shot through the hole in the ceiling, disappearing from view and leaving the group alone. It was a moment before anyone spoke, but shortly Yuki piped up, running her hand over a small scar on her arm. "Ok! The police will take care of cleaning up this place later, so how about we be on our way? The Matron is waiting for you."
Casting her gaze at the others, Akuha hesitated. Kahlua had only just managed to rise, although she was clearly avoiding eye contact with Moka, who herself was eerily still as she gazed at the ground. Akuha sighed, unsure what to do. Turning to Yuki, she ground her palm against her forehead. "Yuki, please go wait outside. I think we need a minute here."
Understanding that a matter of some gravity had occurred, Yuki nodded, sympathy written on her features, then flew up and out to give them privacy. Alone with the troubled trio, Akuha pondered in her mind what to say. They were on a tight schedule, after all, and it's not like anything could be done for them at the moment. She turned to Kahlua, who was visibly attempting to gather herself. Kahlua, at least, Akuha knew would understand the propriety of putting personal troubles aside until their mission was complete. "Okay. Kahlua, are you going to be alright? You can talk about things later, if you'd like, but we really have to go."
True to her expectations, the dark-skinned woman nodded. "I understand," she said, forcing strength back into her words. "You're right, Akuha."
The eldest Shuzen then looked to Moka, squeezing her shoulder comfortingly. Her heart thumped, unhappy that she had to watch her idolized sister so upset. "Moka," she made her voice tender, "Let's get moving, ok? I'll also help you later if you want me to, but we have to go. You agreed you'd help, remember?" Ruffling the girl's hair affectionately, Akuha turned to the exit, Kahlua on her heel.
Tsukune had no choice but to follow, casting a sad glance at Moka. He would need to do something big to make up for this, he thought. Kahlua may have been Charmed, but he could have done something, should have resisted, stopped it somehow. He sighed, feeling a sharp headache coming on. So wrapped up in his thoughts was he, he didn't notice that Moka was not following them, indeed hadn't moved from her spot. Only when he almost crashed into a halted Akuha did he turn and realize it.
"Moka? Aren't you coming?" Akuha called out. But Moka didn't respond, rigidly standing her ground, near-imperceptible tremors running along her body. "Moka?"
At last the girl spoke. "Akuha-neesan." Her voice was as cold as before, and Tsukune thought he even saw a speck of blood drip from her palm. Moka paused. "Why? Why did you…why did you do that?"
Akuha tilted her head in confusion. "Do what? Are you talking to me, Moka?"
"Moka," Tsukune ventured softly. "I can't tell you how sorry I am. I swear I'll do anything to make this up to you. Don't blame Kahlua, it wasn't her fault. I should've—aagh!" He cringed, for as soon as his voice left his lips, he felt a powerful sensation course through his body. A foreign feeling, one he couldn't remember ever experiencing before. And yet, somehow he knew exactly what it was.
What he was sensing, growing stronger and stronger in his gut, was the storm in Moka's heart. Her emotion. Her rage. He couldn't think of any rational explanation for why he knew that. It just seemed…obvious, this impossible bond. It was almost as if they shared a body, one that was rapidly being flooded from the inside out with an untempered inferno, blazing a smoldering trail through his stomach, up into his chest, wreathing his heart in flame. And then, up through his spine, the back of his neck, the fever exploding into his skull, blinding his vision, their vision, with tempestuous, violent red. Consuming, all consuming, the fire crackled and hissed and seethed in his brain, his mind, blocking out all sense. Seeking, searching for a way out, an escape, a desperate and frenzied hunt for a release from this fleshy prison, for a target to swarm and burn and kill and quench this single desire for blood and vengeance. It needed satisfaction, demanded it, would not stop battering her senses until it had it. But then, what was she supposed to take her fury out on now? Through the tumult, Moka managed to find words.
"I don't blame her, Tsukune! Or you!" Even she was surprised to hear how savage she sounded. Her eyes focused on Akuha. "But…she was mine. You took that from me, robbed me! I was going to be the one to kill her, Akuha! Me! That bitch hurts Tsukune and Kahlua, threatens to make me a whore, and you steal my revenge away!" Furious tears were streaming down her face. The anger she felt was too overwhelming for Tsukune, who had to drop to one knee to breathe under the whirlwind of emotion he felt in Moka. "What am I supposed to do, Akuha?" she railed, the hate in her voice undercut by a chaotic desperation. "I have all this rage inside me, and now she's dead. You killed her, and I—I—! Who am I supposed to take this out on now? What am I supposed to do?"
Silently Akuha watched and listened, her brow furrowing in deepening concern. Moka was getting hysterical, and might even start hyperventilating soon. Or worse. If her Shinso blood were to activate…well, any number of bad things might happen. She had to help her baby sister immediately. But how? Wait…of course. It's the only way. The answer was clear. Stepping forward, Akuha made eye contact with the distraught girl. "I understand, Moka," she said calmly. "Then, please, release your hate on me." She stood in place, rigid, chin up high. "Hit me, until you're satisfied. Don't hold back."
A worried look came to Kahlua's face and she tugged at her sister's arm. "What are you talking about, Akuha? If she's going to hit anybody, it should be me. I'm the one who—
"No, Kahlua." Akuha firmly pushed the gloved arm away. "It's fine. I'll be the one to take it. It's my responsibility to take care of Moka, and if this is what it takes, I'll do it."
"Hey, wait a minute." Tsukune turned to Akuha, his head still throbbing with disturbed emotion. "That's not your responsibility, Akuha. It's mine. Let me help Moka, please." The eldest Shuzen stared at him, flustered, almost aghast at his words.
"Y-yours? A-are you saying I'm unfit to protect my little sister?" she sputtered indignantly. "That somehow you are better qualified? Don't be absurd! How dare you say such a thing! If you think for a second that I'll just let—
"That's enough." Everyone froze as Moka's commanding tone reached their ears. "Despite what you all might think, I don't need to be 'protected' or taken care of." She still trembled with anger, though a subtle smirk dared tug at her lips. "However, Akuha-neesan, I can't say I hate your idea. We can even consider it payback for what you did to Tsukune." Her big sister nodded, quietly bracing herself. No fear arose in her mind. Not like a lesser person, who would flinch or dodge at the sight of Moka barreling towards them. No, Akuha was not an inferior being, but a trained warrior, her body honed for combat and death. She wouldn't budge.
A moment later, and Moka took off, launching herself from her rear leg towards her sister, murder in her eyes and a beastly roar tearing from her throat. Tsukune and Kahlua winced and shut their eyes as they prepared for the brutal scene, but Akuha remained a stone, staring down her silver-maned attacker with disciplined fortitude.
Then, leg swinging forward like a heavy beam, Moka's foot connected with the side of her sister's skull with a sickening crack. Akuha's eyes instantly went wide as her vision was thrown violently out of focus, her body flying sideways like a rag doll. She slammed into the wall of the foyer, making a crater in the polished stone upon impact. A cry escaping her chest, she coughed up blood as she sank to the floor, managing to land on her hands and knees. As her head rang and her vision swam crimson, she again found swelling pride in her strength. Her small body was wracked with fierce pain, but she wasn't in mortal danger, even from such a kick as would have instantly killed somebody normal and weak.
"Akuha!" Kahlua ran over to the stricken girl, worried, crouching by her side. Tsukune turned to Moka, shaken by the display of brutality. The girl stood there, shoulders slumped, panting heavily, soft shakes rippling through her body. Her expression was indiscernible. "Moka? Are you ok?" Tsukune asked. She turned to him, and then, to his surprise, grinned.
"Yeah," she chuckled softly, catching her breath. "That did feel pretty good, to be honest. It wouldn't have been good to hold that in." She turned to watch Kahlua help their dazed sister to her feet. "Don't worry about me, Tsukune. I'll be fi—ah!" She was cut off, because without warning, an intense pain shot through Moka's body. Recoiling with a shout, she clutched her visciously pounding head, only faintly able to hear Tsukune yelling her name and running towards her. W-what is this? She felt herself sink to the floor, shutting her eyes against the unforgiving hammer being smashed against her skull. Visions began swirling in her mind's eye, swiftly overwhelming her entire consciousness.
She saw a woman. That woman, again. Her mother. In the corner of her gaze, she saw her on the floor, face down, arms splayed out. Pink locks dyed red in a pool of blood. Someone was screaming. Akuha was there too, eyes dead as the void. And Moka was in the air now, launching Akuha across the room. Distant anguish inside, forgotten fury. Hatred overtaking her world. Akuha crashed, the wall breaking, just as before—or was it later? Time's distance closed. Darkness welled up in her heart, clouded her sight, her soul with chaos. She knew fear, she knew despair. It was her screaming, she realized, and as she lost all sense—she passed out on the floor, Tsukune dashing towards her.

To be continued…
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