So, it's been two years since I've written any type of fictional story so if there's any error in the html coding, I apologize. The main point is for your own enjoyment.

A/N: I don't own any rights to Full Moon O Sagashite. I don't own anything associated with Full Moon. Also, please note addresses used are nonexistent.

December 24, 2006…

12:00AM

"It's just a bit further, Mitsuki. Let's keep going." A tall, young man spoke firmly.

"Takuto?"

"What is it?" He asked.

"How did things get this way? We had things all figured out right from the start. I don't understand where we went wrong. I thought they'd accept me and things would be better."

"Don't let it get you down. You know it wasn't your fault. Sometimes things happen and we have no control over it." Takuto explains as he grabs the younger woman's hand. "Come on, your slowing down. We can't stop now or they'll catch up to us."

"Okay." She replies sorrowfully, glancing at the sunken snow beneath her feet.

It was the night of Christmas Eve. The only day of the year families would come together in anticipation of Christmas Day. It was when sadness disappears and people get the chance to make a better beginning. However, Mitsuki couldn't change her chances. Not this year, at least. As a child she was left behind at an orphanage shortly after her parents' divorced. They promised they'd be a family again one day, but they never returned.

It was freezing and snowing heavily as the two wondered a dim lit street of the city they called home. They'd been walking for miles which now seemed to be like an eternity. The white, fresh snow glistened in the distance as the city's lights came into view. The walls of an inclosing bride appeared glossy with its frozen tear like drops. Tiny golden snowflakes flickered slowly under the single, spaced lights that guided their way. They walked silently, listening to the splash like echoes from snow falling off the sleeping trees. Mitsuki stopped and watched her heated breath float into the gray, distant sky. What was she to do now? Here they were, wondering the streets of a sleeping city trying to find their way to the place Mitsuki last saw her parents. She believed if she should ever return to that place, it'd be to start over again.

Takuto pulled out a tiny, folded piece of paper that had Mitsuki's name written finely on the top left corner. With frozen red fingertips he gently opened the fold and read to himself the tiny lettering.

It read:

Koyama Residence

83 Westfield St.

Boston, Massachusetts

03216

"It looks like it's this way," he started as he kept walking. "Or is it this way?"

"Wait, I don't think this is the right way, Takuto. Why don't you just read the building numbers? It would be so much easier." Mitsuki said, grasping Takuto's sleeve.

Its rather difficult with all the snow covering everything, you know. I'm doing the best I can."

"But Takuto, we're running out of time and its freezing out here. I don't feel like I can walk any further. We have to get out of this weather." She demanded, grabbing his sleeve tighter.

"Mitsuki, listen to me. You and I haven't come all this distance for us to just quit now. You want to find your parents? I'll get us to your parents but I need you to trust me."

"I do trust you."

"Good. Now, let's get out of here. I'm positive they've called the police by now. We'll be in a tremendous amount of trouble if we're caught."

The two pass underneath the sheltering bridge and notice a large, red bricked house to the left of the street. The building stood two stories tall with Christmas lights lit all throughout the windows. There was a tall, thick Christmas tree that was full of decorations and the chimney read, "Warmth" as the smoke left its inner walls. Its appearance was that of a magical place any child would wish to spend their days playing. To the opposite side of the building covered in snow, marked the house's number.

"Hey, Takuto, look! That house number is eighty! That means we're three houses away from my parents!" She said excitedly as she grabs Takuto's hand firmly and begins running toward the house. Little did they realize they'd never reach past it.

"Stupid! Slow down, we're going to fall! Mitsuki!" He yells in anger.

"Come on, hurry this way!"

With excitement over whelming her body the young singer blindly crosses the ever widening street, unaware her life would never be the same. Quickly approaching was an unsuspecting vehicle. Instinctively, the young man pulled his body against the force of her pull, accidently releasing her hand. She was suddenly alone again...for the last time.

"Mitsuki! "Takuto!" They screamed in unison fearing for each other's lives.

Within an instant, Mitsuki vanished from his sight as the impact of the vehicle forced him over the wall that was built to protect him. Unable to grab any branches, the young man tumbled down the steep hill and over the thin layer of ice that covered the river. Was this how it was going to end? Drowning helplessly on Christmas Eve? What about Mitsuki, his love? What happened to her? Was she alright? If only he had carried her. Damn. The ice was cracking, what now? Bravely he takes a leap to the hill, hoping to hold Mitsuki in his arms. He was mistaken. The ice breaks through and he goes under…

"I'm sorry, Mitsuki. I tried so hard for you…I love you. "

And there it was. Takuto would never again get the chance to change his future and move on from his past. What awaited Mitsuki, as well would drastically change everything.

"Mitsuki, wake up…Mitsuki…"

To be continued.