Amity to vampire

Chapter 7: hesitation

Tsukune didn't know what to do! He did the only thing his mind could process at the moment. He hid Moka. Rolling over he pulled the pink-haired vampire under the covers of his futon.

Moka had snapped back to reality. Suddenly her face was pressed against the chest of her most precious friend. She could hear his heart racing, the sound beat between her ears. It was like a Siren's call. In this case the Siren being Tsukune's blood. Moka felt his chin press against the top of his head. His left arm as tightly wrapped around her shoulder to keep her still, while his right hand pushed on her lower back, making sure the vampire was flush against his body.

He had pulled the futon's comforter over the both of them. He shut his eyes tightly, as if they would not notice him if he could not see them. He heard as his shoji door slid open.

"He's still sound asleep."

Tsukune's mother said in a low whisper. Kyouko leaned over to peer over her aunt's shoulder.

"That's okay obasan, he must be really tired from it all…"

Kyouko said in a slightly suspicious tone.

"How about you come over for dinner later tonight after Tsukune's father returns?"

Tsukune heard his mother's voice fade as she softly closed the shoji door and made her way down the hall with Kyouko. Tsukune sighed out in relief.

Moka couldn't believe she was still in Tsukune's embrace. The eye of the Rosary had opened. Moka's attention turns to the sound of her sleeping self.

Tsukune heard a soft voice and his eyes shoot open at the realization. Before he could move, Moka tightly wraps her arms around his torso as she leans forward and bits into his neck once again. Tsukune groans in pain as he feels himself slowly blacking out.

"Gomen Tsukune…"

He faintly heard.

His eyes widen and he pushes into a sitting position. His hand hits the side of his futon in search of Moka, but he finds himself alone. As he looks around he can see that it had gotten rather dark. No longer was the sun bleeding into the room, instead it was the soft white glow of the street lights reflecting against his effects sitting on the floor under the window. He hadn't been able to unpack when he had returned home.

He felt chilly and than realized his shirt was still unbuttoned. Buttoning up his shirt, he stood to his feet. Walking over to his window he looked out into the evening streets. It had quieted down a great deal. Only the sounds of arguing house pets could be heard across the small apartment complexes and houses.

Had it been a dream?

He looks around for any evidence of the girl's visit. He even went as far as running his hand along his neck, searching for a wound, but nothing.

He slid open his door and made his way downstairs. Now that he thought about it, there's no way his mother wouldn't have noticed the extra figure under his comforter, even if his mom missed it…Kyouko was another story altogether. She would have totally been suspicious and thrown his sheets off! A bit relieved by this he chuckled softly to himself.

"Tsukune!"

A deep, exuberant voice called out to him. Tsukune's head snaps up.

"Otosan?"

Tsukune's father came up to him and hugged him very tightly. The boy grinned.

"Okaeri otosan."

"My boy! Look at you!"

His father exclaimed, releasing the boy from his bear hug and proceeded to roughly pat Tsukune on his back.

"haha high school has treated you well!"