Summer Loving 8

The theory behind the very basics of the Black Arts, to you at least, turned out to not be all that complicated. The most basic technique with them was all Mikogami had shown you before shooing you off. But, within ten minutes you already had a decent grasp on it.

People gave you a wide berth on your way back towards the male dormitory, it seemed that your altercation with Aono and that Chopper fool had made the rounds and once again inflated the gossip around you.

Not that you really cared. Really, you didn't, you only wanted to crush Aono's head into paste because his attitude bothered you, nothing else.

You put that out of mind, and would for at least the next few minutes. Sadly, you would need to think about him again soon when you got back to the dorm, because there was no way you were leaving your girlfriend in the dark about the sheer absurd bullshit you just learned.

Instead, you focused on the Holy Lock around your right arm and flowed your youki into it, then through it and moments later, you had created a small box shaped barrier above your arm, made of glowing red youki.

You idly rotated it in the air above your palm, observing it. There was nothing truly special about it, it was just a small box barrier made from your youki. But, there was so much you could do just branching off from this. Like, what if you infused it with your flames? You could make a prison to trap someone in and if they tried to break out, the infused flames would then burn them. Infusing abilities you had into the Black Arts techniques, was apparently advanced stuff, but you at least understood the underlying theory regarding it.

Honestly, Mikogami had even been nice enough to explain to you the basics of sealing, and with your familiarity with the Holy Lock's, you had a decent grasp of how to get working on it as well.

You smirked as you remembered the gobsmacked look on Mikogami's face when you easily learned how to make basic barriers.

'..A once in a generation genius might actually be underestimating you.' he'd shook his head in wonder.

You weren't going to lie. It was a hell of an ego booster.

Not long later, you arrived back at your dorm and made your way up the stairs. You paused outside the door, eyeing it, 'Maybe I should try out putting a barrier over my door when we head to the human world just to make sure nobody tries to steal anything?' you mused. It wasn't like you had anything truly that valuable in there, but it would be a waste of your time replacing it all.

You opened the door and headed inside. A pair of emerald eyes stared into your own from where Moka's head rested on her pillow facing the door on her side, you tried to smile at her as you kicked the door closed behind you, but seeing her face reminded you of that bullshit from earlier and it came out as more of a grimace.

"..Kai? What's wrong?" Moka frowned, noticing something was bothering you right away. She sat up, the red covers hiding her body falling away and leaving her body nude to your gaze, and letting you see Kurumu who was still snoozing away peacefully behind her.

"...Just learned a bunch of stuff that pissed me off and put me in a bad mood." you replied, sighing.

Her pink eyebrows furrowed and she stood up, uncaring of her nakedness and made her way over to you, "Is it anything bad?" she asked gently, reaching up to cup your cheek softly.

"Well, lemme put it like this," you huffed out a small laugh, "On my way to the academy, some upper classman stopped me, tried to pick a fight because he was apparently Kuyo's rival or something, and threatened to throttle you because you beat Kuyo like a drum, so I kicked his ass."

"..I'm guessing there's more to it?" those emerald eyes of hers blinked in confusion, "You beat up people talking about me all the time, you even have fun doing it."

"Oh, that's not the problem," you snorted, "When I was about to make sure the lesson sunk in, that Tsukune Aono twit stepped in the way and tried to blackmail me into stopping."

Moka blinked, "..Who?" she asked, brows furrowing in thought. And you actually wanted to kiss her right then and there for that.

"That guy who caught us with my head up your skirt the other day." you informed.

"..Oh, Tom!" her eyes lit up in realisation, "But he's a really skittish boy I think, what could he possibly be able to blackmail you about?"

"That's the thing," you snorted angrily, "The little loser went on about how well he knew you, and how you were such a nice kind girl, and that if I didn't stop kicking the guys ass, he was gonna tell you how much of a thug I am and get you to break up with me."

"Excuse me?" Inner Moka spoke up, a sneer in her voice, "Who does this worthless little peon think he is?"

Outer Moka nodded, eyes narrowing, "..And here I thought he was a nice boy, he was willing to help me carry things," the pink haired girl mused, before smiling gently and reassuringly at you, "Don't tell me that bothered you though? I'd never break up with you for something as silly as that, you already go out of your way to show more mercy than they probably deserve just because I asked you to."

You reached up and touched the hand cupping your cheek, "It pissed me off, but I would have just kicked his ass and let it be the end of it all," you replied, "If it weren't for the the crap Mikogami dumped on me, regarding you and that idiot."

"What about us?" Moka asked, looking completely lost, "I've talked to him all of like five or six times, and never for long. There's no connection between us I don't think."