We've all heard the legends, haven't we? The lone figure stalking the moors at night, hurrying home as his transport has broken down. He hears a howl in the distance and shudders with fear. It is a full moon tonight, and so the moors are better lit than usual. Still, that makes the shadows that do exist all that more threatening.
He senses that he is being watched and quickens his step. Yet his haste takes him not to safety but danger. A black furred beast leaps at him from nowhere. It is huge, fangs and claws gleaming in the moonlight. It tackles the man to the ground and scratches his chest -
Then a gunshot sounds, so the beast flees. It hurtles back into the underbrush, and the man staggers on with pounding heart. He feels thankful at his near turn... But yet that gratitude shall falter on the next full moon, for there shall be a new beast to stalk the moors ready to pounce and feast upon the lost and alone.
"Gin!" a resounding slap hits him square across the face. "Stop trying to peek up my skirt!"
Real life rarely reflects the legends. Gin shrugged off the healthy slap, internally rating it a seven. "Apologies, Miss Kurumu!" he said. "However, it is hardly my fault if you happened to step over that hand mirror."
"The hand mirror that you placed in the corner, you mean?" Kurumu growled. She harrumphed and crossed her arms, then turned her back to him. "You're hopeless. Unlike my Tsukune dearie!"
And so, Gin watched with envy and disdain as Kurumu dove across the room to glom onto that hapless human who didn't know how good he had it. Yes, Kurumu certainly talked a good game about perversion being wrong. Up until she was rubbing her magnificent chest up against that rather ordinary seeming boy. It was all rather amusing really, however he could hardly delay any further. There was, after all, business to attend to.
"Ah! Moka!" the werewolf waved. The vampire girl was, as always, standing next to Tsukune. What a dreadful waste it was. "Have you managed to finish that investigation yet?"
"I think so," Moka said, flashing her brightest smile. Oh, be still his beating heart! "I've finally found a lead on the mysterious cake thief!"
"Excellent news," Gin said. Then, with a much less cheery disposition he turned his attention towards Tsukune. "And how did the interview go?"
For that, Tsukune pulled a thorn out of his sleeve and rubbed some cream into a scratch on his face. "He still has a bit of a cold," Tsukune said, by way of explanation.
"Pardon me," intruded a voice, a beautiful and sexy yet also extremely cold voice coming from behind him. It was the stalker girl, whose ice cold grip fell upon Gin's shoulders. "But I could not help but feel as though you knew that in advance, and sent Tsukune to him to suffer just a little bit."
And here, ladies and gentlemen, is why it doesn't pay to be the sole other man in a harem club, the one that doesn't have all the ladies tripping over them. "Ah, now Mizore!" he calmly, smoothly said. Frost was starting to form on his uniform. "There's... Ahem, no need for that kind of frosty attitude! If I thought that Tsukune would have been in any sort of danger, I would of course have handled that interview personally."
The frost grew a little more. However! Mizore had not reckoned with the trait werewolves were most known for, the factor that made them S rank beasts. Dangers beyond compare, against which other monsters dare not stand. That quality being, of course, their boundless speed!
All the better to retreat with! "Pardon me, I have other things to do today!" he called out, making a beeline right for the door - only to learn that actually, Mizore had reckoned with his speed and put down a small patch of ice in the middle of the floor. Gin trod on it, slipped - and landed in a heap across Tsukune, bringing the both of them face down, with Gin on top and with his canine sinking into Tsukune's neck.
Then there was a flash of light. Yukari had just taken a picture. "Ah, no wait a moment!" Gin cried out while the sneaky little witch held aloft a truly incriminating photograph. "Give that back!"
Meanwhile Moka had knelt down next to Tsukune, who was rising to his feet and rubbing at his neck. "Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Tsukune answered. "To be honest I'm kind of used to having my neck nibbled these days."
Indeed he was. However, that was by a vampire. Not a werewolf. And Tsukune would find all too soon that the legends were indeed wrong. It wasn't the form that was transmitted by scratch or bite. It was... something else entirely. Something many would consider worse.
And others would consider better.
Sun Jun 11 14:53:15 2017