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IMPORTANT NOTICE: The summary itself should have clued you in, but I want to make sure this is obvious for everyone. This story's Peter Parker will act just a little bit differently from the 'default' Spider-Man we're all used to. This was done to match his age and attachment to the symbiote. I have a more detailed explanation, but instead of forcing you all to read it now, I put it at the bottom of this chapter so that you only have to look through it if you finish the chapter and decide that this story is worth your time. Next, this story was inspired by FrivolousThoughts' Moka Akashiya chapter, so credit and a huge thanks goes to that author. Finally, Peter will start out a little more serious than usual, due to the nature of a monster school that executes humans, but will slip back into his cheerful attitude as he gets more comfortable.
DID YOU READ THAT NOTICE?! Good. Proceed.
-Chapter 1: A Spider and a Vampire-
I stepped off the bus, greedily sucking in the fresh air. The old fashioned school bus I had come in wasn't the most pleasant place to be in, and the stuffy air within the vehicle had made breathing something of a chore. Needless to say, the cool morning breeze satisfied my lungs.
"Watch your back out there, kid," said a voice behind me. I turned to face what was probably the single most disturbing bus driver I had ever had the displeasure of meeting. "Yōkai Academy is a—"
"A scary school, yes," I interrupted. "I heard you the first time." The bus driver paused and gave me a blank stare. Several seconds passed, and when he didn't stop staring, I opened my mouth to speak, only to have the bus doors abruptly slam in my face and for the yellow automobile to drive off with a loud squeal that signified tires rubbing against the road.
I stood still for a moment as the bus drove off with my mouth still slightly ajar before turning to look at the back of the yellow eyesore.
"Yeah, okay, it's that kind of attitude that leaves your bus empty!" I shouted after the retreating vehicle in question. It drove right back into the tunnel that had brought me here without noticing my shouting, leaving me on my own once more.
Better than dealing with tall, dark, and creepy over there.
I turned around and found myself face-to-face with what seemed to be a scarecrow of sorts. A grinning pumpkin head sat on its shoulders and crooked arms reached out as if it were looking for a hug. I wasn't exactly versed in Japanese culture, but I was pretty sure Halloween didn't come anytime soon. I had begun to read the sign that the worn out scarecrow stood on, but found my attention being quickly drawn to the large body of water behind said scarecrow.
"Huh…a red ocean," I muttered. "That's a new one."
It could have been pollution or some sort of light reflection phenomenon. Regardless, this ocean—or whatever it was—put the Red Sea to shame.
"Nice theme they've got going here. Creepy bus drivers, broken scarecrows with pumpkin heads, and now a red ocean. All that's missing is a creepy church." I shook my head and turned around, only to freeze when, lo and behold, a creepy church standing in the distance filled my vision.
Wait, hold on…
"Shoot, is that the school?! Good grief, did Count Dracula build this place or something? Did an elderly woman seriously look at this and say 'this looks like a wonderful place to send my teenage nephew'?!"
I exhaled loudly, attempting to understand the situation that I had found myself thrust into. "Thank you, dear Aunt May," I muttered. "I'll be sure to pose in front of a gargoyle statue, take a photo, and send you a postcard that says 'greetings from the Twilight Zone' or something."
My school uniform momentarily shimmered and wriggled as though it was responding to the strange circumstances I had found myself in.
"Easy there," I whispered to my symbiote partner. "Don't want anybody seeing you just yet. Or ever, for that manner. Aunt May would have a fit if she knew I wore an alien to school. And the media would be all over me. And the Japanese might accuse America of sending mutant invaders into their borders."
To be fair, most people didn't even know my suit was an alien. They just assumed that whatever strange powers it had were the work of Spider-Man. Or 'Spider-Menace', as some of my adoring fans called me. Especially J. Jonah Jameson, he took great pride in the nickname he had come up for me.
Nicknames aside, this school was still throwing up warning flags left and right. Castle Dracu—err, 'Yōkai Academy', stood proudly in the distance, daring me to approach and set foot within its halls. I shook my head as I readjusted my backpack and began my slow walk towards the school.
"Get it together, Parker. You're Spider-Man—you shoot webs out of your wrists and punch people while taking selfies for a living. This place has got nothing on you." Right, everything would be fine. The only thing that stood between me and my new school was a giant forest of death and general unhappiness. The real concern would be getting lost. However, Yōkai's dark silhouette stood out, even from the forest and as the trees began blocking the sky as I walked into the forest, I made sure to keep an eye on the Gothic structure in the distance. After several minutes of walking, I came into a clearing illuminated by the sun's yellow light.
'Clearing', however, was a subjective term. The place was littered with gravestones and crosses jutting out of the ground.
"Okay, no," I growled. "There's a school just around the corner, and somebody's dumping the recently deceased outside the playground. Seriously though, who designed this place?! And how high were they when they did it?!"
My alien partner shivered again, and I felt its emotions being projected into my mind.
As suspected, the symbiote's emotions mirrored my own. The graveyard, the blood-red ocean, the scarecrow, and Chuckles the Bus-Clown all pointed to this being anything but an ordinary school.
What do you think, symbiote? What's our next move?
The answer I received was a burst of hesitation from the symbiote's mind. My partner was as lost as I was, so the question still stood: how would I proceed? I could…I could…what the heck was that sound?
A strange squeaking noise had begun ringing through the area, interrupting the eerie silence that had settled over the symbiote and I. Hesitantly, I began walking away, aiming myself towards the school that had quickly become the source of today's problems.
The noise, however, refused to stop. In fact, it increased in volume. Something was following me.
The symbiote's mind projected its thoughts to me, and I could practically feel it coiling and uncoiling as it prepared to fight whatever threat was coming to meet me.
Easy, this might not be a threat. Spider-sense hasn't—
And there went the spider-sense.
My sixth sense begin tingling violently, alerting me to a rapidly approaching danger. Trusting the basic, yet supernatural, instinct, I stepped back, narrowly avoiding the wheel of what I quickly recognized as a bicycle. A flash of pink passed through my line of sight, and without thinking, I shot a short web line into the back of the bike's rider.
Thank you, symbiote, for this wonderful gift of natural webbing. I owe you one buddy.
The girl—for I could see her clearly now—was yanked off the bike, grunting slightly as her transport of choice went careening into a nearby tree while she was jerked back into my arms. I looked down at the top of her head as she attempted to figure out what was happening. "Hey, you alright?" I asked in Japanese while gently lifting her to her feet. She was visibly disoriented, but she managed to stand, albeit a little unsteadily. She turned to me and brushed a strand of pink hair out of her eyes, revealing a slightly flushed, yet pale face.
"I-I'm alright," she finally breathed out. "I'm really sorry about that, did I hurt you?"
I shook my head. "I'm fine. What happened back there though?"
The girl shook her head. "I don't know. I just…I just got very dizzy all of a sudden."
I raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess, you saw the school, and the overwhelming realization that you'd be spending the next year here was too much for you to handle?"
The girl blinked in confusion before her lips curled upwards in a faint smile. The smile quickly grew when she looked down at my uniform. "Oh! Are you a student at Yōkai Academy?"
I nodded. "As a matter of fact, I am. I assume you are as well?"
Biker girl nodded excitedly before she moved to stand. However, she paused halfway through as her eyelids began sinking. "Oh," she breathed. "That…that scent."
"Uh, hello? Miss, are you okay?"
"I can't…I shouldn't…"
Alright, this was getting stranger by the second. Symbiote? Your thoughts?
A sense of incredible distrust towards the girl filled me. Clearly, the symbiote wasn't her biggest fan. "But you smell…divine," she whispered, her half-lidded eyes glazing over.
I gave her a blank stare as I inched backwards in response to Miss Imma Run You Over's advance. The entire situation managed to somehow become even more outrageous as the girl in question opened her mouth ever so slightly, revealing elongated canines.
"But…I'm sorry! You smell amazing, I need this!" And just like that, she reached forwards, setting my spider-sense ablaze as she aimed her fangs at my neck. With both the symbiote and my spider-sense screaming at me to move in their own ways, I jerked back, watching as the pink-haired creep's jaws clamped shut around empty air. Her eyes shot open when she realized her would-be victim was no longer within spitting distance.
Anger. The symbiote was extremely unhappy with this girl right now.
Her eyes locked on me again and she pounced, only to miss me once more as I leapt out of her way for the second time. She landed on all fours, whirling to face me with an outstretched hand and an open mouth. "Wait!" she cried.
"Is this a friendship ritual?" I shouted as she moved to grab me again. "We shake hands where I'm from! Do you wanna try that instead? Seems more sanitary than biting each other!"
My words fell on deaf ears and I could tell by the way she kept looking at me. Her green eyes showed a deep hunger and I could literally see drool rolling down her chin as she stared at me, mouth agape and eyes wide. Once more, she charged, and I found myself surprised at her speed. She was far faster than anybody her age—which seemed to be close to mine—should be.
My pale adversary pounced at me once more. Instead of leaping out of the way, however, I planted a hand on her shoulder and vaulted over her, landing on one of the several gravestones jutting out of the ground and watching as the girl fell awkwardly on her stomach. "Look Jaws, I've been pretty nice so far, but keep this up, and I'm going to start fighting back. Now let's just calm down and—"
The familiar tingling at the base of my skull went off again, warning me of the danger, despite the fact that it was in plain sight. She was already jumping up to grab me before I had even finished my sentence. With a heavy sigh, I planted both hands on the gravestone I had been balancing on, lifting myself up and slamming both feet into the girl's face. I wasn't enjoying this, but I had to stop her before either of us got seriously hurt.
She fell to the ground with a yelp of pain, but before she could get up, thin white strings of webbing were already shooting out of my wrists, courtesy of the alien life form I called a partner. In a split second, I was looking down at the bound body of my opponent, lying helpless in the dirt as the webbing pinned her arms and legs to the ground. A final blast of webbing plastered itself to her face, covering the mouth that housed those worryingly long canines of hers.
I hopped down to the ground, looking down at the unnamed girl with a frown. "Sorry about that, but either you're not thinking straight, or you are and you're willingly trying to bite me. Either way, you need to be restrained for the moment."
Her green eyes stared up at me, the hunger slowly fading and being replaced by worry and panic. I kneeled next to her and bent over her head, making eye contact with her. "Now, I'm not going to hurt you, but I can't let you run free until we sort this out. So, we can go about this likes adults or like animals. I'd prefer the former, seeing as it involves a little less biting and—hey, stop trying to break free. I don't want to hurt you again, so just stay put for a second, okay?"
The struggling girl calmed down, her chest heaving as she panted. "I'm going to ask a few questions. Honest answers will help us make progress, and maybe I won't be late to class." The girl nodded. "Alright, I'm going to remove the webbing over your mouth, but I need you to promise me that you won't scream and that you won't bite, can you do that? Can you promise me that?"
She nodded eagerly and I took a breath, slowly reaching out with my hand. As I made contact with the webbing covering the lower portion of her face, the symbiote reabsorbed the adhesive substance back into itself, leaving no trace of its existence.
Just another reason why I loved having my partner around.
The girl gasped, taking in the fresh air and revealing her fangs to me once more. It was for less than a second, but I got a fairly close look at them. Suspicion—my own suspicion—welled up within me, but I wasn't ignorant to the symbiote's agitation by this girl's actions.
"You're not human, are you?" I asked slowly.
My attempts at communication were rewarded with a confused stare. "Human? Of course not, why would a human be here?"
"I'm really sorry about that!" she quickly added. "All that wasn't the usual me, I swear! It was basic instincts! You see, I'm a…a vampire." Whatever she said, I paid very little attention to it. I was too busy trying to process the last bit of information that the green-eyed girl had relayed to me. This girl had just admitted that she wasn't human, and not only that, she had been genuinely surprised when I suggested that I had assumed that she was human at first.
This was bad. If humans weren't common around here, where on Earth were we?
"Um, excuse me?" came a soft voice from below me, drawing my attention back to reality. "How long are you going to keep me here?"
Previous thoughts were pushed out of my head as the question really settled in. "Until I know for sure you're not a threat to anybody. You already know about Yōkai Academy, so I think you can guess why I'm hesitant to let you into a school full of teenagers."
Again, I was met with a confused stare. "Uh, no? I don't know actually. What's wrong with me going to Yōkai?"
"Might have something to do with your little episode roughly twenty seconds ago," I muttered.
Her face visibly flushed until it was of similar color to her hair. "I told you!" she cried. "That wasn't on purpose! It was an accident!"
"Right," I said with a roll of my eyes. "Don't you just hate it when you accidentally try to sink your fangs into someone's neck? I keep mistaking people's jugular veins for sausages."
"It's not funny!" she shouted. "I wasn't trying to hurt you, honest!"
"Forgive my skepticism," I muttered. "I've had bad experiences with..." I paused. "...with vampires...Hold on, you said you were a vampire?"
She responded with a slow nod. "As in the blood-sucking night stalkers?"
The nod that followed was even more timid than the last one. I shut my eyes. Great. Another vampire.
The symbiote's annoyance was not lost on me as it glared down at the vampire. "How are you walking around during the day?" I demanded. "Have your kind finally found a way to survive the sun?"
The pink-haired pain-in-the-neck blinked in confusion as she stared up at me. "The sunlight? Oh that's just an old stereotype. We vampires aren't actually afraid of the sun. It's a little bright, sure, but it's not dangerous or anything."
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?
"Not afraid of the sun? Then how come the last couple vampires I met hated the sunlight? Why were they afraid of it? Why did it weaken them?"
The stream of questions left the vampire below me in stunned silence. She stared up at me, her eyes wandering across my face for several seconds before she slowly shook her head. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Vampires don't have any of those weaknesses. I mean, just look; I'm wearing a cross and walking about in broad daylight and I'm fine!"
"Yeah, well, the other vampires that I met weren't so lucky," I responded. Something was very wrong here. I had met, spoken, and fought with Blade, and he didn't seem like the type of person to screw up the facts of the creatures that he hunted. Plus, Michael Morbius couldn't have faked his transformations between the day and night cycles. So what gives?
The only logical answer was…
Ah crap, you've got to be kidding me.
"Your...your kind has subspecies, doesn't it?" I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. "Oh, son of a—so now there are more vampires out there, and some of them don't even share the same weaknesses as the last ones?!"
The girl stared up at me while I went on my miniature rant about how frustratingly stupid this all was. "Um," she began shyly. "I don't know what experiences you may have had with other vampires, but I promise you I won't try to hurt you. It was instincts, really it was!"
I raised an eyebrow at her. "Is that so? And what guarantee do I have that you won't try anything?"
The vampire paused and frantically looked around, trying to figure out what to say to get me to trust her. "I can…you…we," she stammered. I sighed and took a look at my watch. To my dismay, school would start soon, and being late on my first day wouldn't make a very good first impression.
"Look darling, the last vampire I tangled with tried to drink my blood before he proceeded to turn into a giant bat monster and fly off to hibernate or whatever it is giant bat monsters do. If you planned on some grand escape along with a terrifying transformation, could you do it now? I've got places to be, so if this is going to turn into some massive fight, let's just get it over with already." I paused. "I could probably tackle you into the ocean if you went flying off into the sunset or something..."
That last line was meant as a joke, but it seemed that the girl took it very seriously, if her terrified expression was anything to go by. "No, please, don't throw me into the ocean! We can work this out! Just please, don't throw me into the ocean!"
I raised an eyebrow when I saw the tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. I didn't know what it was about the ocean that set her off, but whatever it was, it had an effect. Apparently, this vampire was hydrophobic. Which meant I had found one weakness that may or may not have been unique to her.
"Look, the students at the school are more than capable of defending themselves," she cried. "And I'd never hurt any of them! I've never even drank anyone's blood, you would have been my first!"
Oh? An inexperienced vampire? "So did you come here to prey on the students?" I asked.
Her eyes widened when she realized what her statement had implied. "No! This is a school for monsters, I came here to get away from the humans and get an education!"
Wait, hold on. A school for monsters?
The symbiote's confusion was identical to my own.
"I'm…sorry, could you repeat that?" I asked slowly. The vampire blinked owlishly for a moment.
"R-repeat what?" she asked.
"Who is this school for?" I asked again.
"M-monsters," she squeaked, shrinking away from me as best as she could. A school for monsters. I was at a school for monsters. Now I knew this was a mistake; Aunt May couldn't have possibly known that I was Spider-Man, and even if she did, she'd never send me to a school for monsters.
I looked back down at the girl beneath me before slowly swallowing. Could it be possible that she was telling the truth? This school certainly didn't look like a place for normal teenagers. However, whether she was lying or not didn't necessarily justify leaving her here to either starve or be eaten. And if she was in fact telling the truth, I had just walked into something much more dangerous than a high school. If Yōkai Academy was what this girl claimed it was, then I may very well need her for more information. It seemed as though I'd be cutting this one loose.
Spider-sense, symbiote, we're watching this one.
I placed my hands on the webbing that covered her feet and allowed my partner to reabsorb it, though it took a bit of convincing to get the symbiote to free the vampire. When she made no move to attack, I freed her hands and stood up while she pulled herself to her feet. "Try anything funny and we're going to have a real problem," I growled.
The vampire slowly stood to her feet, rubbing her shoulder with her other arm as she fidgeted in place before looking up at me. "You probably hate vampires, don't you?" she whispered.
I paused upon hearing her broken and depressed tone. I shook my head with a sigh before answering. "No, I don't. I don't judge based on race, so the fact that you're a vampire isn't exactly the root of the problem. What I said before goes both ways; you try anything funny, and we're going to have problems, however, you keep your act together, and we won't have any repeats of this situation. Simple as that."
Her head snapped up immediately, locking eyes with me before a massive smile found its way onto her face. "You mean it?! You're not angry with me?!"
She was pretty excited at the moment, and I'd be lying if I said I truly understood why. "Um, no, I'm not angry, not if you were telling the truth. You said it was basic instincts, so if you're really as harmless as you claim to be, I'm not going to hold this against you."
By now, the vampire was practically glowing with happiness as she grinned at me. "So does this mean we're friends?!" she asked while bouncing in place.
And now that the personality one-eighty was out of the way, the conversation continued. I blinked at the vampire before awkwardly glancing to the right before returning my attention to her. "I think knowing each other's names might be a little high on the priorities list before we start calling each other 'friends'."
The vampire opened her mouth before abruptly closing it. She rubbed the back of her head in a sheepish manner while giving me a toothy grin. "Ah ha, you might be right," she began. "I'm Moka, Moka Akashiya." She held out her hand, finally offering a gesture of friendship. The innocent smile on her face portrayed no negative emotions, and while the symbiote was still displeased with her, my spider-sense wasn't warning me of anything, so it was with only a little hesitation that I reached out and firmly grasped the newly-dubbed Moka's hand.
"Peter. Peter Parker."
A/N: So here it is; the first chapter of a Spider-Man/Rosario Vampire crossover. Hopefully, this story takes off because I enjoyed writing this chapter and I'd hope to have an audience to write more chapters for. Anyway, the bottom of each chapter will contain a short section that explains a few decisions that I make throughout the course of the story and why I do certain things. The following is said section.
Peter's Behavior: While not entirely obvious here, Peter's personality has been adjusted just a bit to match his age and his relationship with the symbiote. Naturally, he's a bit less mature than an older Spidey, and with the black suit, he doesn't let himself get pushed around nearly as much. The changes shouldn't become something that's constantly noticeable (it's still Peter Parker, after all), but you'll occasionally see a characteristic that can only be found in a teenage and/or black suited Spider-Man.
Peter vs. Moka: I know that this has been done before, but it seems like a logical course of action. Peter, while young, isn't stupid, nor is he easily wooed by an attractive girl. That and he has the symbiote there to remind him of what he's doing. So, resisting Moka's attempt to drink his blood seemed like something Peter would have done, black suit or not. This story's Moka is stronger than a human in her normal form, but not that powerful. Inner Moka is, well, Inner Moka. We all know that she's going to be a tough one. The kick to the face might not have been something that the normal Spider-Man would have done, but again, this story's version of Peter is more violent due to the symbiote. Little actions such as this have become unnoticeable to him at this point, so the extra damage he inflicts sort of goes over his head.
Symbiote Speech: I know that symbiotes have been portrayed as intelligent life forms, and I know that it might seem a bit odd that I didn't give this one the ability to speak, but I've seen so many stories on this site that have the main character sharing his body with some other creature, which results in many, many conversations between the two partners. It feels a bit overused, so instead of taking that route, I decided I'd give the symbiote the ability to communicate, but not with words. Instead, it uses emotions and thoughts to get its points across.