A/N: I know some parts are little OOC, but I'm trying to get back with writing, and updating. This story isn't exactly fleshed out, but I promise to update it as much as I can, and put forth my effort into this story. I really like Mizore, and I feel sad that she isn't the girl Tsukune chose. Oh well that's what fanfic is for!
"But the main reason I came here… is because I'm going to make a baby with you… Even if I have to force you..."
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
If the alarm clock showed any signs of wear and tear, then today would've been the perfect occasion. As Tsukune quickly laid the inevitable smack down, one would question those who owned an alarm clock.
Why own one if you're just going to demolish it in no less than a few weeks?
Tsukune groaned loudly, stretching his arms, as if recurring dreams of one certain paled haired maiden, was typical of his every day life. Rubbing his eyes constantly, Tsukune could only repress any of his thoughts momentarily, as he jumped out of bed. Trudging to his bathroom, while constantly yawning, Tsukune could only look at the mirror in shock at his appearance.
Disheveled and black lines all over Tsukune's face made him examine himself in wonder.
'When did I get so tired?'
Brushing his teeth, Tsukune was constantly deep in thought.
Memories of their journeys, and epic travels could only further engage the overwhelming dread in Tsukune. The entire gang had gone through so much turmoil, and so much anguish, that it wasn't surprising that everyone had grown stronger, inside and out. The war was still going on, but had subsided for the time being, allowing a moment of peace and silence. And for those who lost loved ones to mourn in solemn solitude.
As Tsukune wiped his face with the wash cloth, thoughts kept submerging from the depths of his inner mind. And the topic? Mizore.
The marriage between Moka, had been on and off. Until Tsukune told Moka, that he honestly needed a break. With the two separated for six months, with short and distant contact, everyone assumed it was finally over.
That's why Tsukune could only gaze longingly at the phone in his hand. His fingers scrolled down on the key pad, going back and down absentmindedly until it settled on one name. And if one could look close. They could see the look of uncertainty, and hope?
As Mizore sneezed suddenly, only to drop the cream colored lollipop on the ground, there was a moment of hesitation and confusion. 'Is someone talking about me?' The thought immediately dispersed as she bent down to pick up the cracked lollipop.
With her porcelain skin, as soft as a baby touch, blue eyes as clear as the sky, and unique but luminous purple hair, its no wonder Mizore is pursued by many.
With Mizore being the age of 20, it's become time for her mission to repopulate the snow fairies.
Once snow women grow to the tender age of 17, its their objective to reproduce, because snow women become fertile for a few years before losing their ability in their late 20's. With the population so small, no less than 20,000, its always stressed by the Snow Priestess.
As Mizore sighed softly, her expression keen as usual, casually threw the lollipop away. Hearing the resounding crack a few seconds later, Mizore could only sigh again. As she brushed off her white jeans, instantly her fingers felt the sensation of a vibration. Mizore checked the phone given to her by Tsukune, so they could keep in contact, could only look bewildered in shock and happiness, as she checked the message sent by Tsukune. (I mean who else would text Mizore anyways?)
'Hey Mizore-chan, how are you? We haven't talked in a while. . . And to be honest, I kind of missed you. Do you want to meet up and catch up at my place?'
The only sound you could hear as soon as Mizore read it, were the footsteps urgently racing against time.