Yes! My first "Lemon" story! I hope you like it! And if you don't like this type of stuff...DON'T READ IT!
Disclaimer: I don't own Crescent Moon.
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"ACK!"
Mahiru shot up in bed, sweat dripping down her forehead. She had had another dream about the handsome green haired boy known as Mitsuru.
'Damn, this is the sixth night in a row! Why am I having...THOSE type of dreams about that total jerk...that total hot jerk...WHAT AM I THINKING?!' Mahiru thought.
She looked over at her alarm clock. 7:30. She sighed.
'Gotta get ready for school.' The blonde thought in dismay.
As she stepped into the shower, she pondered about why she was having dreams about a guy who hated her...EVEN WANTED TO KILL HER! It didn't make any sense. But, as we can all see, she had developed a crush. I guess she likes the bad boy type. Anyway, as she stepped out, dried, got dressed, and made a mad dash for school with a piece of toast in her mouth, she tried to think of the good qualities.
"Hmm, he's hot. That's one. And...uhhh....that's pretty much it. He's never nice to me. He wants to kill me, and I...get so scared of him." Mahiru said to herself.
When she arrived, the usual people began to crowd around her, begging her to give them good luck. She groaned, and began to push them out of the way.
"PLEEEEEEEEASE MAHIRU! SHARE YOUR LUCK WITH ME!"
"NOOOO! ME FIRST!"
Mahiru ran as fast as she could from the rabid mob. She soon arrived at her destination of tranquility: The swimming pool.
Meanwhile:
Mitsuru sat all alone at the bar stool in the Moonshine bar, pondering what had happened the night before.
'This makes absolutely no sense! I HATE that bitch. Why would I dream about her...'
His thoughts were soon interrupted when Akira plopped down in the seat next to him.
"HEY, MITSURU! Why are ya down in the dumps?" He said cheerfully as usual.
Mitsuru remained silent, pretending to have not heard him.
"AWWW! COME ON! SAY SOMETHING!" Akira pressured on.
Mitsuru slowly turned to the small boy menacingly. "Ok, Ill say something...SHUT THE HELL UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!"
Akira finally got the message and backed off.
"Just leave him be. He had a rough night."
Akira turned, and Nozomu was standing there, arms crossed.
"Uh, what do you mean by rough?" Akira asked the vampire.
Nozomu shrugged. "I heard him tossing, turning, moaning and groaning all night."
Mitsuru shot a dangerous glare at them. "It's none of YOUR business!" He warned.
Akira and Nozomu looked at each other, and walked off. Once they were out of sight, Mitsuru let a shiver run down his spine when he remembered the dream. Him and Mahiru pressed against each other, him going in and out of her, while she screamed his name.
"Urrrg, I need some fresh air." Mitsuru mumbled. And with that, he went out for a walk.
Back to Mahiru:
She lost count of how many laps she swam. She just wanted to swim until she forgot the horrible (and kinky) dream. But she knew that was impossible.
'Maybe...maybe I need to talk to him. And get this off my chest. I wonder...if he finds me attractive too.' Mahiru thought. She finally stepped out of the pool, and realized she had actually skipped ALL of her periods, and it was time to go!
"Uggh, I hate my luck." She scowled, and got dressed.
A few hours later, she was on her way to the Moonshine Bar. She finally decided to confess about the dreams and her true feelings to Mitsuru. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, she had decided she was IN LOVE!
'I know he's a jerk...but all he needs is someone to love.' She thought. As she walked up to the bar, the door opened and she was greeted by Akira.
"Hi, Mahiru!" He chirped.
"Uhh...c-can I talk t-to Mitsuru?" Mahiru stuttered.
Akira stared at her. "Well, he went out for a walk earlier and hasn't been back...why do you want to talk to him?"
"No reason!" Mahiru answered quickly, making Akira suspicious.
"He's in a bad mood...I wouldn't bother him...but maybe he'll be better when he gets back...well speak of the devil!"
Mahiru was confused by the last part of his sentence.
"Wha-"
But she was interrupted by a cold voice behind her.
"Move, girl."
She whirled around, and there stood her aqua-haired crush, glaring daggers at her. She sidestepped out of his way, but as he passed, she spoke.
"Uh, Mitsuru. Can we speak...privately?" She squeaked out.
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HAHA! Yes, I'm leaving it there. The next chapter will be the last...and I think you'll like it! Well, I hope so anyway. PLEASE REVIEW!