Getting sick of the Aono dungeon, so they're finally leaving. Also, new poll on my profile! Please answer. Enjoy!

CHAPTER 15

OUT OF THE FRYING PAN…

Kurumu frantically scanned the doors for any distinguishing marks on the doors as she escorted Yukari through the hallways, doing her best to keep her mind clear and focused. It wasn't easy, especially when there were so many unanswered questions (Why did the Aono's kidnap the daughter of a governor?). Time was running out, and she still hadn't found Tsukune and Moka. She had checked door after door, coming up fruitless every time. Who the hell had so many cells in one house?

Yukari looked on as her blue-haired rescuer closed yet another door. "Why haven't we left yet?" She asked. "The longer we stay here, the better chance we have of getting caught." Kurumu glanced at her, then continued to the next door.

"We're looking for my friends." She snapped, shoving the key into the keyhole.

"Who?" Kurumu didn't answer, but instead opened the door and glanced inside. It was obvious that this room was different immediately. For starters, the light was on. Secondly, there were two people in the room, and when Kurumu saw Tsukune's messy shock of raven-black hair, she sighed in relief, hoping that they could finally leave this hellhole. But, on a double take there was something glaringly wrong. Namely how Moka had pink hair. And green eyes. And how she was draped over Tsukune like a sheet on a mattress.

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15 MINUTES EARLIER…

Tsukune stared at Moka, and she stared right back. Both were trying to find the words to start a conversation, but none would come. The silence was deafeningly loud, and Tsukune once again found himself curing his parents for putting him in such a situation. Finally, Moka spoke up. "It's not you're fault."

Tsukune didn't get it. "What?"

"It's not you're fault." Moka repeated. "I can tell what you're thinking, Tsukune. You're like an open book. I know you think this is your fault, but it's not."

"Of course it is!" Tsukune argued. "If I had never become a vampire, they would never have found you or Kurumu, and you'd be free and nobody would be in trouble."

"They would have found both Kurumu and I eventually." Moka replied with a dry laugh. "It's a miracle we lasted as long as we did. So believe me when I say that it's not your fault." Tsukune had no response, but he knew she was right. If he of all people had been able to find her, then it would have been child's play for his parents to do the same. Truthfully, Tsukune was relived that Moka didn't blame him, but it was still his responsibility to get them out of the prison. First things first: he had to know how much of help Moka would be.

"Listen, Moka," Tsukune started. "I grew up in this house; I'm sure I can find a way out if we can get to the main house." Moka's eyes lit up, and Tsukune found himself filling with confidence in spite of himself. "But I need to know: what can you do?" At Moka's confused look, Tsukune explained. "I mean, do you still have any of your vampire powers?"

Moka shook her head no, and Tsukune's spirits fell- he was hoping that maybe the seal was malfunctioning and Moka would be able to break down the door. Without her help, Tsukune was at a loss.

Moka sniffed the air. "Tsukune, this seal takes away my powers." Moka said, pointing at her chest. Tsukune blushed, but Moka didn't notice. "But even though my powers are gone, I'm still hungry." Tsukune stared blankly.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm still a vampire…" Moka hesitated, unsure of how Tsukune would react. She decided to just go for it. "You smell nice, and I was just wondering…can I suck your blood?" Moka looked away, embarrassed by her request. I should be able to keep my appetite in check! She scolded herself. Now he probably thinks I'm a crazy monster!

"Sure." Moka blinked once. Twice. Slowly, she turned her head towards her apprentice. Tsukune had a calm expression on his face. "I don't mind if you drink my blood."

Moka was silent for a moment, then tackled Tsukune in a hug. "Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyou!" She happily cheered, diving for Tsukune's neck as he tried to regain control of the situation.

"Ack, Moka, wait! Hold on! No-stop! Ah! You can't put your hand there!" The struggling was cut short by a scrabbling of the lock. Both of them froze and looked towards the door, expecting the worst and hoping for the best. The door opened and it was a shock to see Kurumu and a young girl standing there.

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Kurumu just stared at Moka and Tsukune, not sure if what else to do. Yukari stared as well, but for an entirely different reason. Her mouth dropped, and her eyes widened in shock. "Wow…" she whispered, awe-struck. Yukari couldn't take her eyes off of the most beautiful girl she had ever seen in her life. She took one step into the room, then broke into a run and hopped onto the couple splayed on the floor.

Moka let out a cry of surprise as Yukari latched onto her. Yukari shoved her head into Moka's breasts, and it took all of Tsukune's willpower to prevent him from passing out from a nosebleed. He sat there stunned as Yukari proclaimed that Moka was "The most beautiful girl in the world!"

Kurumu scurried over and wretched Yukari from Moka's chest. "What the hell happened?" She exclaimed, struggling to hold the squirming Yukari in her arms. "What happened to Moka, and why was she all over you?" Tsukune quickly summued up what his parents had told him, leaving out the part where the Aono's were his parents. He felt guilty about not telling her, but Tsukune figured that now was probably not the ideal time. Kurumu and Yukari (who had calmed down) listened intently.

"How did you get out of your cell?" Tsukune asked when he had finished his story. Kurumu told him of her escape and how she found Yukari.

"I have a set of keys." Kurumu said, holding up the ring of jangling metal. "If we an find the door out of here, it shouldn't be a problem." Tsukune nodded grimly, then looked to Moka who had gotten to her feet. The stared at each other.

"Lets go." She said. The group didn't need any more motivation. They scurried out of the cell in search of the way to freedom.