To anyone who is wondering why the freak I am uploading this:

WRITER'S BLOCK. That is the main reason. To those of you who I owe a dedication, I have writer's block for those stories. Writer's block for Needing Support (I've actually got the whole story planned out but ...)

THIS IS MY FREE CHOICE UPLOAD!! First was supposed to be the Romance/Angst, then the Romance/Hurt Comfort, and somewhere in the middle a oneshot. BUT I'VE DECIDED I WANT TO DO THIS ONE FIRST. This took soooooo long to write! But I finished it weeks ago and only had to type it.

This actually changed quite a bit, from Rima's emotions being controlled by ___ to her actually being ___. Teehee (but I guess you already know what that means because of the summary T_T). I don't own Shugo Chara! Anyways … enjoy:

Lunar Embrace

But I Love You

I thought of the memory again, the one I dare not forget.

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What is it about this useless waste of money that appeals to countless numbers of human girls? What is so interesting about this 'shoujo manga'. How can these cliché characters actually attract one another? I asked myself this once again.

And then answered myself once again.

I thought bluntly for a moment. Of course. It's obvious isn't it? They fell in love with each other because they were so alike.

I laughed humorlessly and looked up at myself, looked up at the moon.

Waning. No wonder my thoughts held such a bitter edge to them.

I continued to stare up at the sliver of light in the sky … until I was disturbed.

Down beneath the tree I was sitting upon was a boy who looked to be about seven. The same age I chose to look today.

He had long violet hair that flowed gently in the midnight breeze, and skin pale white in the light of the moon. His hair was tied up elegantly, while wearing a beautiful, lavender kimono. Breathtaking. Simply breathtaking. Perhaps he was not a boy, though I was quite certain he was.

But there was something wrong. Sobs that were nearly silent emanated from the small child. I was immediately alarmed by the scene below me.

I leaned forward on the branch uncomfortably, as if to help him. My movement made a soft rustling sound among the leaves and I froze nervously. His quiet keens ceased for a moment, as he slowly tilted his head to look at me.

I was completely mesmerized by his curious ochre gaze and found that I was not able to turn away. His eyes, so feminine, were like liquid honey, livid and sweet.

"Who are you?" he asked, his voice coming out smooth and melodious.

It was one of my most cherished memories, more significant than when I'd met Amu, Tadase, Kukai or Yaya. Those memories seemed meaningless compared to the one of her.

It was a dark night. I was only seven at the time, and was practicing my dance.

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I received praises this time, something that so rarely happened.

"My, isn't the young master talented?" commented one of my mother's friends.

"Yes," she told the woman, "I am very proud."

I stared at her, shocked. That was a lie! My mother was always disappointed in me!

"But it's such a shame," said a man, as he gestured towards me, shaking his head, "he'll never be able to dance like a real girl."

And at this, many other people joined in on discussing my many flaws until they all finally left.

I waited for my mother's dismissal patiently.

"You may leave," she said as she walked away with her tea, and I replied, "Yes," quietly as I bowed and began to leave.

"But," she continued, as I halted in my steps, "you must come home quickly from school tomorrow. You have extra practice," she said firmly.

"Y-yes, mother," I said, and left, before the tears that were threatening to fall had the chance.

I slammed the door behind me as I ran on the streets, not bothering to change out of my 'Nadeshiko' disguise.

I'd known it. Mother would never be proud of me. That was against her nature, I thought bitterly.

I ran and ran until I found that cherry blossom tree that seemed to be there for me whenever I needed it the most. I cried and cried, I didn't care if I was a boy, or that I was in a deserted park in the middle of the night. So I continued. I let the tears fall over and over.

There was a soft sound in the tree above me and I looked up. I was vulnerable and unprotected, but I continued to cry, nonetheless.

There, was something, or someone, I'd never seen before.

Sitting delicately on a thin tree branch was a dazzling girl with soft, golden hair. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. With her beauty, I was beginning to question if she really was human. She looked about my age … but she seemed so mature …

She wore a pale blue dress made of no material I'd ever seen. Velvet? Silk? No. It was somehow greater, somehow grander.

Perhaps it was light. Her whole being seemed to be forged from light.

"Who are you?" I asked once more, my voice as quiet as possible, as not to startle this girl that looked as fragile as if she'd been turned to ice.

Without answering my question, she asked one of her own. Her voice was a high soprano, though not shrill in any way. My own voice sounded harsh compared to hers.

"Why is there water in your eyes?" I asked, truly disturbed by the soundless drops that continued to cascade down his fair face. He blinked for a moment, and touched his cheeks in wonder, as he realized, or remembered. Red stained his face, rather embarrassed, apparently.

"Tears," he replied, his face still pink. I stared at him blankly.

"Tears?" I replied in a questioning tone, "What are tears?"

He blinked again. Confused, I assume.

"I've been crying. That's what happens when you cry. Tears leak out of your eyes," he explained.

I still did not understand so I asked, "Why are you crying?"

He looked at me strangely, before lowering his eyes.

"Because I'm sad," he whispered, more 'tears' falling.

What did I do?

I jumped nimbly off the branch to sit beside him, raising my hands helplessly.

It was forbidden to speak to him, let alone touch him.

But, of course, I didn't care.

I put my hands lightly on his shoulders and he looked up, fists still balled up at his eyes.

"I-I'm sorry," I murmured, perplexed. He seemed to recognize the genuine apology on my nearly emotionless face, for he smiled, a sad smile, and embraced me.

I was so surprised by his sudden action that I fell over onto the ground in complete shock. Only a moment after my back hit the ground, the mysterious boy's hands thudded heavily on either side of my face, his lips connecting to mine, as I was once again lost in his beautiful golden eyes.


She was so pretty. Her face, snow white in the moon's rays, showed the first expressions in the short time I'd been with her. Shock. Surprise. But I knew that wasn't true. She had shown emotions, traces in her eyes and features. But they were just traces, nothing more, as if she had lived for too long, and that such things were beyond her, as if such things were useless.

And … I remembered my position on top of her.

I quickly scrambled off and sat back, blushing. Her lips had been so soft …

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed repeatedly, "I didn't mean to do that, I swear!"

She looked up at me for a moment after she sat up, tilting her head to the side curiously. I wasn't too sure if I'd seen a light tinge of pink on her cheeks.

"No … it's okay, really, it was my fault …" she muttered.

We sat there awkwardly and silently for a while, until I suddenly thought of something.

"Hey!" I started excitedly, "what's your name? I'm Fujisaki Nagihiko. Oh! And I'm a boy," I added, blushing again.

She looked rather disturbed by the question for a moment, and looked down. I was quite sure that I saw a small tear stream down her face, but for all I knew, it could have been my eyes playing tricks on me.

I might have been turning into one of those pathetic manga girls. I hoped that he hadn't seen the blood rush to my face, although I wasn't sure why I cared so much.

I'd been pondering that thought as he asked me for my name and gave his own. He'd been so carefree.

I was taken aback by the question. It wasn't really something I'd thought about before.

And for some reason, I didn't think I could lie to this boy named 'Nagihiko', with his astonishingly perceptive stare.

"I-I don't know," I answered him honestly, "but humans call me 'the Moon'."

He cringed from me as he gazed into my eyes, almost fearfully.

Seeing an expression on my face, probably of betrayal, he moved closer again.

"Y-you're the Moon?" he asked, an incredulous look on his face, "Really?" I nodded. It hadn't seemed so significant to me.

And he seemed to remember something.

"You don't know your name?" he asked, and I shook my head. I felt a little healed somehow as he recovered from his previous disbelief. But I didn't know why. Why my emotions were being stretched, magnetized, shattered …

"How about Rima?" he inquired, "Mashiro Rima."

"Ma … shiro Rima?" I repeated slowly, "Why Mashiro Rima?"

He seemed about to answer my question until he stopped himself abruptly, blushing wildly.

Nagihiko looked down, his face bright red, "Well … you know … it's a nice name, smooth you know … it's got a nice flow …" he mumbled, trailing off incoherently.

I laughed at him, this beautiful boy, and stopped myself. I touched my mouth. Laughter?

"Y-you laughed! You laughed!" he stuttered, his eyes wide.

"Y-yes," I answered, seeming more confused than he, light red still lingering on his cheeks.

She laughed! She laughed at me! I didn't even care if she laughed at me. Because she laughed!

I made her laugh, I thought ecstatically.

The thought seemed to overwhelm me with happiness.

All my previous embarrassment seemed to lift, disappear, as she smiled softly, the beautiful sound of her laugh still ringing in my mind, swarming with various thoughts.

I was embarrassed for a rather ridiculous reason. I hadn't chosen the name 'Mashiro Rima' just because it sounded nice, although that wasn't a lie. It was honestly the name that I imagined my partner would have when I grew up. I wanted a wife with the name 'Mashiro Rima', and I wasn't sure why. I mean, it does sound nice when you think about about it.

"Mashiro Rima, then," she said quietly, smiling, "that's my name. Mashiro Rima."

I held out my hand jokingly.

"Hi, my name's Nagihiko! What's yours?"

"I'm Rima," she replied, shaking my hand as she laughed again.

"Hi, Rima-chan!" I continued, laughing as well.

We continued to talk about nothing in particular, my get-up, a conversation at which I'd blushed many times, and how it worked, how she was the Moon. That was the last conversation we'd had.

"So, how does it work?" I'd asked. She'd had an almost identical reaction to my question about her name.

"I don't know. I don't know where I come from, or why I'm in the world at all. I don't do much at night or in the morning. It's a rather continuous thing that I do, whatever it is that I do."

"What are you talking about?" I'd yelled fiercely, and she'd flinched a little, "You provide guidance and light when it's dark!" She'd looked solemn after my exclamation, a dark expression on her face.

"My 'light' doesn't do much with helping countless rapes and murders lessen. In fact, most people are killed at night."

"That's not your fault! You do what you can. It's not your fault that there are vile people in this world. And," I'd blushed, "you help me a lot."

She'd given me an intense, intimidating stare, and I stared back, however red my face might have been.

"I … help you?" she'd asked.

"I look at the Moon … y-you, when I'm sad, and you cheer me up. I-I need you." It sounded a bit like a confession, but it may have been for all I knew. I loved the Moon … and I think I loved her too.

"Th-thank you, Nagihiko." And at that, she started to fade. I was immediately alert and aware.

"What's happening?" I asked, panicking.

She chuckled, a sad sound.

"I'm the Moon, remember?" she gave a shaky laugh, "It's almost morning."

"Then … will I ever see you again?" I asked, tears beginning to fall down my face, but she gave an obvious answer.

"Of course, but only in the sky. You can't try and find me. I'm not allowed to interact with humans. You're the first one I've ever met," she added. I wasn't sure if she'd started to cry, or if it was just the light of the Sun starting to pour onto her face.

I was starting to get angry.

"Who decided that?!" And she answered with what seemed to be the answer to my most important questions.

"I don't know."

She smiled, just as I said, "Wait!" I reached out to her, but she was already gone. My hand dropped and I sank to the ground.

"But … I love you."

He'd had the most tortured expression on his face when I'd disappeared, and I didn't know why.

It's been nine years from that day. Nine years without seeing him.

But in those nine years, I realized that I loved him. When I left him there that day, a hole was formed in my cold heart that had never felt anything before. I loved him and I always would.

So this is what love feels like. It was such a painful thought, from which nothing would ever be born. But I knew it was something inevitable, something irrational.

I fought it then, and still fight it now,

the urge to go and look for him.

How was it? The first chapter … sigh. It's so nostalgic, since I wrote this a few weeks ago. DUE TO STUPID EXAMS.

If you're interested: I wrote a Rimahiko one-shot in honor of Rima's birthday! I wrote a Bleach one-shot (pairing is Ulquihime)

Anyways, please follow this series! I think 5-10 chapters. With this kind of a serious story, it's hard to make fillers, if you know what I mean.

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