I'm writing this to prove that I'm not dead. I really should be working on the other things I've started, but in a way, I find this more important why? Because I finished all 6 volumes of Crescent Moon, and… I needed to write something for it.
So what do I do? I write a humor fic. Figures. I'm just that insane.
In any case, if you're reading this, no it has absolutely nothing to do with buttsmecks. However, it is centralized around Nozomu, the greatest German Vampire ever. Even though he's not German.
Perhaps watching Phantom of the Opera with Northie Pirate (her username on was not the best idea. In any case, this is mostly the result.
Disclaimer: I don't own Crescent Moon, and as it ended up with a wonderful ending (what was with that flying thing at the end?) I honestly don't mind x) Dedicated to Manderz and her laptop which has probably abused today (June 4th)
A simple PROLOGUE
Perhaps it was because he was tired, or perhaps he was crazy, but somehow his dreams his dreams became an odd dumpling of music. All Nozomu knew was that he was never going to sing till midnight, and watch Phantom of the Opera with Mahiru, ever again.
He walked downstairs to the kitchen of the Moonshine, there he saw the were-fox demon.
"Man, Misoka," Nozomu yawned. "I just had the weirdest dream." Misoka, who was mostly uninterested and reading the newspaper, gave the not so German vampire a quick and weird glance.
"Oh?" he asked. "And what was it about?" Nozomu sat down, yawned, poured himself some orange juice and began.
"Well…" And so, this was Nozomu's tale. Which actually has nothing at all to do with buttsmecks. Yet full of singing, good and bad.
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Yes it was short, why? Because I'm MEAN! That and I wanted the other part I have written up to be it's own chapter x)
You thought I was ending there, didn't you?
Part 1: In which Nozomu discovers Shoes
The Opera house was very much alive. There was a practice going on, and so much singing and dancing. Just the sort of thing Nozomu loved to watch.
"Grr… this mask is killing me!" he whined. Now, we shall turn towards the amazing thing that is the practice.
"No, no, NO!" Oboro, who was currently running the theatre, and was feeling extremely ill, shouted, throwing down his gloves. "KEIKO! That's not right at all!" The girl on stage, dressed in a rather extensive dress with a head dress frowned and put her hands on her hips.
"I'm doing this my way, or not at all!" she countered. A stage ninja, known as the very happy Akira, popped forward.
"Come on," the werewolf pouted. "Let the lady do her thing!"
"Akira… put away your tail and ears!" Katsura, the conductor, commanded. The puppy pouted and did so. "Return to your position!" Sighing, the were pup waved glumly to Keiko, and Keiko blushed, and waved back
That's when three figures walked in. Two of them looked very disgruntled.
"What am I doing working with you losers?" the shortest growled. The tallest rolled his eyes.
"This isn't your dream sequence, dumbshit," the third and second tallest growled. His hair was hippy-long. It was frightening in Mahiru's eyes.
"Mutsura, Mitsuru, stop arguing! You're supposed to get along!" the tallest groaned. Oboro sighed.
"Mitsuru, stop being such an ass," Misoka, who stepped out from the shadows, stated. The upset tengu threw an extremely (loud) quiet temper tantrum, A.K.A a hissy fit.
"SCREW YOU FOX BOY! I DON'T NEED TO TAKE YOUR CRAP!"
"I don't think anyone would take your crap," Misoka retorted. Nozomu, from his position in the roof, sweat dropped.
"How come nobody changes in my dreams?"
"Misoka!" a girl ran forward. She had short blond hair, and was dressed as a chorus girl. This of course was Mahiru. "Please! Don't argue you two!" Hokuto and Mutsura rolled their eyes.
"Yeah, listen to your princess," Mutsura said sarcastically. Mitsuru was now royally pissed, and about to pull down the entire theatre.
"NEVER INSULT MAHIRU!" he shouted. Mahiru hung her head. Panda rage suddenly filled her.
"MITSURU! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!" The tengu looked hurt.
"But… but…" Mahiru gave him a "look" a look which to all men meant "No if's, and's or but's young man!" Mitsuru hung his head unhappily.
"Alright," he sighed. Katsura coughed.
"Can we get back to the script?" he (she?) requested softly. Oboro nodded.
"Now that we have everyones attention anyway," Oboro commented, glaring at the group. Mahiru blushed and bowed, Misoka rolled his fox eyes, and Hokuto and Mutsura were unchanged. "I'm sure you all have heard the rumor that I'm retiring. Well, for once it's not a rumor. I'll be going on a permanent vacation. Soo…" he turned to the unhappy trio. "These three will take over. Mr. Hokuto, Mr. Mutsura, and Mitsuru."
"Yeah, hi," Mutsura wasn't paying attention at all. He wanted to eat cheese. Mutsura loved his cheese. And these dancing girls reminded him of cheese.
"But not buttsmecks?" Nozomu wondered out loud. For some reason, narration was running through his head. Like the line that was previously written, including this one being typed. "This could get really annoying."
"And what does this have to do with us?" Keiko demanded. Hokuto stared at her. "And don't you stare at me like that, you ass!" Hokuto adverted his gaze. Keiko showed a bit too much cleavage for Nozomu's liking… Now if only… Ahem we won't go further into Nozomu's personal thoughts. Keiko nodded. "Better."
"Well, this does affect you Keiko," Oboro twitches. "It might mean you're out of a singing job!" He glared at the three new managers. "If you need me, I'll be packing for HELL! Oh wait… I'm already there… HA!" With that he stomped off.
"That's not how it happened…" Nozomu commentd.
"Right… so er… what's going on?" Hokuto asked. Mitsuru and Mutsura weren't paying attention. Mutsura still on about cheese, and Mitsuru staring at Mahiru who was talking animatedly to Junko.
"Do you think the phantom will show up?" Junko squealed. Mahiru sweat dropped.
"Who knows?"
"He sounds so hot!" Junko sighed. "I hope he comes." Mahiru sighed, and glanced at Mitsuru, who was staring openly.
Idiot, Mahiru sighed inwardly. Of course, Nozomu heard this. He could hear all their thoughts.
"Well, since the lovely friend of Mahiru-chan has so openly stated I sound hot, I must not displease my fans, eh Batty?" The bat beside him rolled its eyes.
"Yeah, whatever."
"Now, from the top please," Katsura commanded. All the cast got into place. Misoka stepped forward and forcefully pulled the trio off stage.
"You're pretty strong for a short little thing," Mutsura commented. Mitsuru growled something incoherent.
"Do short people make him hot or something?" Nozomu questioned.
Misoka growled something back to Mitsuru. Mitsuru snorted.
"He needs to stop that snorting… how many times have I told him? Eh Batty?" Nozomu said. Batty began to question Nozomu's sanity. Then again, this dream isn't about Batty so we won't dwell too far into Batty's thoughts.
"OH MI GAWD! What in Texas hellfire… is that boy doing up there?" Although that line isn't actually there. Someone just likes to pretend.
"Hm… So… uh… what's going on here anyways?" Hokuto asked Misoka. Misoka rolled his eyes.
"Obviously practice unless you were so dense you didn't realize that we said it, what twice," Misoka growled. For once since this dream started, Mutsura snapped out of his cheese trance.
"No need to be so rude, fox boy," Mustard stated. I mean Mutsura. Yeah, seriously that's what I meant.
"Can we CONTINUE now!" Katsura demanded. Misoka nodded, and with that, the dancers began dancing, people began singing and all that crap. It was silent between the four, until Mitsura realized something.
"Shouldn't one of us be asking a question?" he asked. The other three in his company groaned.
"Yes," hissed the fox demon. "YOU!"
"MUST you be so dense?" Hokuto asked. Mitsura pouted.
"Nobody likes us, master," Mitsura says to the wall, thinking it was cheese. Mitsuru, who was the closest, edged away from the cheese obsessed moron.
"Dear lord help us," he muttered.
"Anyways," Misoka started. "Junko's my… cousin 3 times removed, Mahiru's like my cousin three times removed, and that girl singing awefully is the lead singer, Keiko."
"She is terrible," Hokuto mutters.
Nozomu got tired of listening to Keiko crappy singing, as well as everyone else, including Akira. He decided to do everyone a favor, and shut her up.
So he did.
By throwing a conveniently placed box of shoes on her head.
Keiko was not a happy girl.
"FETCH ME MY… er… BAG!" she yells. The cast sighs in relief.
"Wait! You can't go!" Katsura yells. Keiko glares, causing him (her?) to shudder in fear.
"Oh and why not?" she hisses. Katsura gulps. "I never wanted to do this! But that heathen--!" Misoka slammed his hand against Keiko's mouth. He had used his ninja stealth to reach her.
"Shh," he says. "She might hear you!" Keiko removes his hand and glares.
"You're still wearing my dress," Katsura whimpers, now afraid that the powers that be (Somewhere not in this fic, two girls sneeze) would strike Keiko down… and burn his dress.
"Oh, sorry about that," Keiko says. "Let me change, and I'll be off then."
"BUT WHO WILL PLAY YOUR PART!" Mustura yells. We don't think he's actually talking to Keiko, but whatever.
"You're problem, not mine!" Keiko says in a sing-song way. She skips merrily off the stage. Hokuto groans. Mitsuru had fallen asleep slightly.
"What are we going to do! We haven't even had this theatre one day, and we're already failing!" Hokuto whines.
"Might I make a suggestion?" Misoka asks. All attention turned to him. This included Mutsura and Mitsuru.
"Sure," Hokuto shrugs. "What harm could it do?"
"Well," Misoka begins.
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Tee hee. Sorry, I left off in a terrible place S: She's going to murder me.
Yes, Keiko did break thr fourth wall. The "heathen" was me. nn
