DISCLAIMER: I don't own Crescent Moon and I have only read 1-3. This is my future fic, and I do own Kairiko, her foster parents, and her siblings. Everything in this is made up solely based on what I have read of the series so far and my own twisted fantasies.

Prologue

"Look over there!" someone shouted, running through the blinding snow. There was the pounding of several more footsteps and a group of people crowded around a young girl, barely three years of age. Her eyes were closed and ice caked her eyelashes as well as it caked her aqua and blonde hair.

"Move out of the way!" a paramedic shouted, rushing through the crowd. He lifted the child carefully in his arms and walked towards the ambulance.

Later that night a couple was watching the news when the bulletin was heard, "Today in the aftermath of the violent avalanche and snowstorm a young child was found. She is still alive but police say that she has no records. As soon as she is well, she will be placed for adoption."

They showed a picture of the sleeping girl and the young couple clutched hands tightly, the man grabbing the phone and quickly dialing the number on the screen, requesting to be on the list of possible adopting families.

---15 Years Later---

Kairiko sighed, looking around her room, everything was silver and blue, posters of mystical creatures in front of the moon adorned her walls as did posters of the band, Moonlit Dust. She tugged her long turquoise and blonde hair into twin pigtails and laced purple ribbons through the bands.

She looked herself over in the mirror above her dresser, hazel eyes stared back at her and she readjusted her violet top and then sat down on the floor, shoving things into her purse helter-skelter. She heard Kiyami-san's pretty voice calling her and she stood back up. "Coming!" she called, standing and grabbing the bag she called a purse, running out of her room.

She looked startled at her foster parents, Kiyami-san, her mother, and Moriko-san, her father. They had a note in their hands and were speaking rather urgently, "Ah, Kairi-chan, please, sit down." She complied and Moriko continued to speak, "We've got to go away on business and since you're eighteen, we will be leaving you here by yourself. We shall be gone no longer than three months. We trust you Kairi-chan, you're a good child."

She nodded, "You have nothing to worry about," she replied, standing and walking to the door. "I'm going to go see Tsu."

"Alright dear, we're leaving at noon," Kiyami said. Kairi nodded, heading out the door.

Mitsuru and Mahiru

Mitsuru looked and Mahiru and sighed, she was bugging him about visiting her home again. "Please, it'll be like a vacation!" she begged, hanging on his arm.

"If he won't take you I will," Nozomu piped up, grinning. It had been fifteen years since the last time they had left the Moon Palace, since Mahiru and Mitsuru's daughter had disappeared.

"Alright, I'll go, we'll all go," Mitsuru finally said, caving in to his beloved's desires. He sighed as she cheered, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you thank you thank you!" she said, kissing his cheek. He blushed slightly and the group split up to go pack in their respective rooms, they would leave in the morning.

Mitsuru and Mahiru were lying in bed; the tengu had his beautiful wife pulled close to his chest. "You know I'm only going because I love you," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.

She nodded, "I know, and thank you. I just have a feeling that maybe, just maybe, Kairiko isn't dead, that maybe, just maybe, she survived." He nodded, giving her a soft squeeze.

"Just sleep, everything will unfold itself," he whispered, closing his eyes. She complied, sleep overcoming them both.

Time for me to say: Hi and Welcome to my first Crescent Moon fic, I hope you like it, well, toodles, gotta go work on my other stuff, including the next chapters of this!