AN: I'm basing this on Mitsuru's childhood, with no real ties to the original story (because there aren't really a lot of clues that told about his past) So sit back and enjoy the first chapter.
Disclaimer and warning(s): I do not own Crescent Moon OR its characters, nor do I own the song "Stray" (the opening theme from Wolf's Rain). I apologize in advance for any errors that I may overlook in the editing process, I will fix them as soon as I notice them.
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'Stray! ...Stray...
In the cold breeze that I walk along I'm here standing at the edge Stray! No regrets 'cause I got nothin to lose Stray! ...Stray... In the white freeze, I never spoke of tears I'm here waiting on the edge Stray! No regrets 'cause I got nothin to lose Stray! ...Stray... Is there a place left there for me Always stray No regrets 'cause I got nothin to lose Stray! ...Stray... Stray...'
The memories of generations burn within me
Been forever since I cried the pain and sorrow
I live and die, proud of my people gaining
Starin up at where the moon should be
Ever stray!
So I'm gonna live my life as I choose
Until I fall...
Stray! ...Stray...
Or opened up to anyone including myself
I would like to find a way to open to you
Been awhile, don't know if I remember how to
Would I be alright showing myself to you?
It's always been so hard to do...
Ever stray!
So I'm gonna live my life as I choose
Until I fall...
Stray! ...Stray...
Stray! ...Stray...
Somewhere that I belong
Or will I always live this way... ?
Ever stray!
So I'm gonna live my life as I choose
Cause all things fall
Stray! ...Stray...
Stray! ...Stray...
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Chapter one
(Mitsuru's point of view)
I remember my mother, always in tears whenever she saw me. They weren't always unhappy tears, but to me, it was all the same. If she couldn't stand looking at me, knowing what I was, then why did she bother taking care of me for the first few years of my life? Did she pity me? Was that why she refused to look at my baby pictures, or even go outside in broad daylight with me?
Was I really that horrible?
I suppose if my father stuck around, things may have been different. I always imagined him to be some kind of super hero; you know, the ones that fight crime by the light of the moon? I was sure that's why he left after my mother had me. It's not that he didn't want to stay, he just had the world to protect from evil.
He protected me, too...
From Mother's tears,
From the neighborhood's children who hated me,
From the monsters that haunted my dreams,
From the beast that I hid inside,
My father protected me from the world of which I did not belong.
But one day, when I found Mother hugging our one and only picture we had of him tightly to her chest, I realized that he couldn't be what I've always fantasized. Mother slipped the tattered photo from its frame and dropped it into the flames that danced wildly in our tiny fireplace.
My eyes never left my father as he lay burning in the depths of hell; I couldn't believe that my hero would fall victim to Mother's fiery doom.
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In months passing, I never spoke a word to Mother. In return, she paid less and less attention to me.
I spent my days sleeping, dreaming, of father. I knew I was a mistake, something that should never have been born, but whenever my mind allowed me to imagine him...it was like I had found salvation.
I knew he would love me the way Mother couldn't. I knew I would be accepted wherever he vanished to, because we are the same. Not only by our looks, but from what Mother told me, he had an icy heart too.
Mother must have felt so trapped, ...so alone...
...that she decided the best thing to do was leave me lost in the middle of our city, alone without warning.
I stood frozen with terror as thousands of faceless adults walked passed me. They looked lifeless both inside and out as their steps echoed in my ears. The wind tore me out of my frightened trance, pushing me to run away from there as fast as my eight-year-old feet could carry me.
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AN: Sorry about the short chapter... Hopefully I didn't miss the errors, but if I did, I'll fix them ASAP.
Please tell me what you thought, good OR bad, (flames are more than welcomed) so please be honest. (I'm easily bribed with reviews, so if you liked the first chapter...)
Okies, I'm off to go do my Med. homework. (::waves::)