Next morning, Richie was on the roof of the academy looking over the area. He was thinking about his fight with his sister. He sighed and wasn't paying attention, when a monstrel had showed up and attacked him sending him off the roof.
Richie slammed hard into the ground, sliding across it until he hit a large tree. Then another monstrel appeared and grabbed him by the head, picking him up and flinging him in to another tree as another monstrel grabbed him and held him in place.
"Now You Will Pay Aono!"
A group of five monstrels surrounded the stunned Richie and began beating him within an inch of his life.
One of them then grabbed his fedora and placed it on his head.
"Look at me! I'm Tsukune Aono and I think I'm a monster!"
They laughed at the joke, until Richie slowly started to rise up to his feet, his halo and horns glowing brightly. The monstrels stopped laughing as Richie grabbed the monstrel that had taken his fedora by the back of his head.
"SORRY BOUT YOUR DAMN LUCK!" He said and kicked the monstrel in the face sending the punk's teeth out of his mouth. The other four monstrels started to attack him when Crackskull, Clawdeen, Kris, Angus and a young woman dressed like a Texas biker where behind them. Richie just smirked. "Like I said, 'sorry about your damn luck!' GET 'EM!"
Richie's friends quickly jumped the other four monstrels, knocking them out within seconds.
"You alright?" Crackskull asked his friend. Richie nodded then he looked at the monstrel who had taken his fedora. He grabbed him by the neck, decked him to the ground, then straddled him.
"DON'T..." Punch, "YOU..." Punch, "EVER..." Punch, "TOUCH..." Punch, "MY..." Punch, "FEDORA..." Punch, "AGAIN!"
By the time he was done, the monstrel was black, blue, bloody and bruised, and totally unconscious, but Richie got his point across. He snatched his fedora off of the ground and placed it back on his head. He suddenly collapsed only to be caught by Crackskull.
"Richie!" They said as Crackskull laid him down and the female Texas biker went over to him to see if he's alright.
"Is he alright?" Clawdeen asked.
"He's breathing he probably has a concussion." the biker girl said.
Clawdeen glared at the monstrel. "If Richie didn't take that bastard out, I would've!" she growled.
Clawdeen was just about to do that when a young woman showed up to hold the she-wolf back. She was dressed in a red and gold Chinese pantsuit and gold heels. She had long black hair with green streaks going through it, pinned up in a bun, golden silted eyes and golden scales all over her body. She also had a tail coming out from under her top.
"Clawdeen," she said. "Calm down."
"CALM DOWN? Jina, this BASTARD hurt My Richie and I'm going to make him wish his parents never met!" She was struggling to break free.
"But you need to relax Deena! This one doesn't want to see you do something you might regret!" The dragon girl said, "Crackskull has him. Take him back to the dorms." Crackskull nodded and carried Richie to the dorms.
Later Moka, Kurumu, Yukari and the others were having a meeting about what happened to Richie.
"This is getting ridiculous," said Frankie. "These damned monstrels are going too far!"
"I know." said Moka.
"Well I vote we take the fight to them!" Said Clawdeen, "Nobody hurts my 'cubs' daddy' like that and gets away with it!"
Yukari looked at the female werewolf. 'Cubs Daddy'? She thought with a blush.
"Jina? Thanks for holding me back. You were right, I would've done something I would have regretted." she said to the dragon girl.
"Say no more 'She-Wolf'." Said the dragon girl.
"What I want to know is when did you get in Jina?" said Candy as a bee flew out of her mouth. She quickly covers her mouth, "Excuse me! I'm just agitated and worried about Richie."
"Last night," Jina answered Clawdeen.
"It's alright Candy," Draculaura said to the bee girl. "We all are." She looks over to him and sighs, worried over him. Clawdeen went over and started to mess with his hair as Jina was kissing him on the forehead, both were noticing his horned halo was getting a little brighter. He slowly started to wake up.
"Deena? 'Firestar'?" He moaned, Clawdeen kissed him on the forehead.
"Hey," she said softly.
"Hey," he gave off a lopsided grin.
"The nurse said you don't have a concussion." Said Jina as she hugged her best friend.
"Ugh, it feels like it though."
"Tsukune-kun?" Said Moka, "are you alright?" (the yokai girls will call him Tsukune.)
"Yeah, just tell the jerk with the jackhammer to turn it off." he groaned.
Meanwhile a couple of human-looking people were coming up on the area where the academy was. The man was around 6 foot 4 inches, he had salt and pepper hair and hazel eyes. He was dressed in a light gray suit, shirt and boots. He had a very intelligent look to him(1). His wife was very beautiful. She was around 5 foot 7 inches, she had long brown hair and gray eyes. She was dressed in a provocative bodysuit with matching boots.
"We have to hurry!" She said urgently. "My son's in danger!"
Her husband sighed.
"Joan," he said. "We'll get there."
"I hope you're right Phil, I hope you're right." She said and with that, parents headed for the academy.
Shinji and Mizore were waiting for the bus to take them to the Snow Village. But they were also waiting for the person who said she was going to be coming to meet them.
Meanwhile, Fang was anxious and agitated.
"Your mother didn't say why she wanted me to come back with you?" Shinji asked.
"Not really. Something about it being important to our village. I have never taken my mother's word to be anything less than serious."
"And this was after you mentioned me in your last letter to her?"
"Yes. I honestly do not know why she wants to meet you, Shinji-kun."
"It must be pretty serious if she's coming here to meet you herself."
"Yes. Something else that is troubling me."
Shinji took his girlfriend's hand and held it tightly.
Just then, they heard a strange and agitated sound. They looked over and saw that Fang was growling and snarling at a strange looking cat creature. Strange because it looked like a sabertooth tiger.
"What is that?" Shinji asked.
"He's my pet!" a female voice cried out.
The pair looked up to see a female figure with orange fur and red-tipped cat ears, dressed in a red and orange leather outfit with a black undershirt, spiked boots, red eyebrows and a long orange tail with a red fur tip on the end of it. She had bright green eyes and was glaring at the wolf cub.
"Who are you?" Mizore asked.
"I'm Toralei and that is my pet, Sweet Fangs! Now what's your mongrel doing to him?!"
"Mongrel?" Shinji hissed, cold breath huffing from his mouth.
He was just a little offended at that comment because he too was part wolf.
"That's right, mongrel. I don't like canines that much."
"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't." Shinji said, Mizore patting his arm to try and keep him calm.
However, somethings are somewhat inevitable.
Name: Toralei: Daughter of the Werecat
Age: 15 - but I'm still on the first of my nine lives.
Killer Style: I puffer fashions that accentuate my natural feline grace while adding just enough spikiness in my accessories to say, 'I don't come when I'm called'.
Freaky Flaw: Purrhaps I could be faulted for my fascination with the claw of cause and effect... or not. I suppose it all depends on whether or not you're the monster being affected.
Pet: Sweet Fangs is my pet saber-tooth tiger cub. She's much more cuddly than I am.
Favorite Activity: It's either taking a nap or waking up from a nap and immediately taking another one.
Pet Peeve: I don't like being rubbed the wrong way.
Favorite Subject: Drama. My ability to perfectly mimic another monsters voice or accent makes this the purrfect class for me.
Least Favorite Subject: Math. It brings back unpleasant memories.
Favorite Color: Orange.
Favorite Food: Milk shakes and anchovies. Separately, not mixed together.
BFF's: Meowlody and Purrsephone.
Name: Jinafire Long - Daughter of The Chinese Dragon.
Age: 1500 scales.
Killer Style: I like to take traditional fashions and fire them up with sharp cuts and fierce accessories.
Freaky Flaws: I'm strong willed, hot tempered and I have a tendency to set fire to combustible materials although ever since I melted my last iCoffin I've been trying to do a better job of controlling my impulses.
Favorite Activity: I love to do calligraphy. It's very calming and helps me relax.
Pet Peeve: My tail gets in the way sometimes and it's really hard to find haunt couture fashions that accommodate it.
Favorite Subject: Metal Shop. I love metallurgy and creating steel sculpture.
Least Favorite Subject: Physical Deaducation. Sweat ruins my makeup and makes my scales itch.
Favorite Color: Royal Red and Jade Green.
Favorite Food: Anything Sichuan! The spicier it is the better.
BFF's: Skelita Calaveras and Clawdeen Wolf.
Name: Calloway, Sara
Daughter of the Undertaker
Killer Style: Sort of like my dad during his 'American Badass' crossed with his 'Deadman' looks.
Freak Flaws: I'm too aggressive and too controlling some times.
Pet: A black mustang named 'Mortis'.
Favorite Activity: Training, riding my motorcycle and Mortis, dancing, working on my website
Pet peeves: Robbie picking on my Richie I mean come on he's her BROTHER!
Favorite School Subject: Dead Languages
Least Fav. School Subject: Clawculus
Favorite Food: Meat, of any kind.
Favorite Colors: Black and silver.
BFF:Richie 'Kid Incu' Ryans, Uncle Crackskull, Draculaura, Clawdeen Wolf, Frankie Stein, Dahila Samedi, Harleen Isley, Steve Lazarus, Angus Anesland, Kris and Sean O'Shea, Momoki Onago and Cassandra "Candy" Rabitaille.
1. Think Gil Grissom from 'CSI'.