Yet another Moon Child fic of mine. I'm a Fic!Whore. Moon Child Fic!Whore. xD You all know it too.

And a note about my fic Forbidden Love—it's now on Hiatus because I don't feel like watching the movie a zillion times over and over again at the moment. I wanna make up fun scenes and stuff. But I'll continue it later, don't worry!

And this is probably going to be a short fic, not long, but not a one-shot…and it's Kei's POV (because I love writing from Kei's POV)!

Time and A Word

Chapter One

"Don't you get it!" I yelled almost every single day. "I'll just hurt you!"

Why did he have to be so goddamn stubborn all of the time? Couldn't he get it through his head? Didn't he realize if he fell in love with me that he would just get hurt? Then again, he was just a twenty-one-year-old who acted like a five-year-old and had the determination of a obstinate teenager.

And yet I yelled at him every single day to get it through his mind that if he ever made any sort of move on me or told me he loved me, he would get hurt, emotionally and physically.

Okay, well, maybe the physical part wouldn't happen. Because although I told Sho that I would never love him like he supposedly loved me, that wasn't true. I loved Sho. I loved him so much that my heart would ache when I wasn't near him. But I knew that if anything went farther than our simple friendship, he'd get hurt. And I didn't want him hurt. So his life went by day after day with me yelling at him. His life was a soap opera if you thought about it long enough.

When did all of my yelling start? It started when Sho was nineteen and he caught me in a towel as I stepped out of the shower…

"ARE YOU DONE YET!" Sho yelled through the door.

"Can't you be patient?" I mumbled from inside the shower. "You're always yelling at me to get out of the shower…"

"KEI, COME ON!"

"Just wait, I'll be done in a few…" I replied, gently grabbing my towel that was hanging off of the shower door.

"HURRY UP!"

"Ugh. Why can't you just skip through your teenage years? You're always bothering me about stupid, pointless things…"

"KEI!" Sho yelled. He pounded rather hard on the door and the hinges broke. So the door flew open right as I was stepping out of the shower dripping wet with the towel barely around my waist. I turned and stared at him. Sho was staring at me, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly agape. I watched his gaze travel down my wet figure and it made me uncomfortable. But there was no way I could prevent it—I had no cover besides the towel around my waist and I wasn't about to move it any time soon.

When Sho's eyes met mine, he blushed furiously, his eyes still wide. "S-sorry Kei!" He said frantically. "I-I-I didn't think that the door would open…"

"Well it did!" I snapped at him.

"It wasn't my fault! The hinges are old anyway!" Sho said, his face bright crimson.

"It's okay," I told him, turning around, looking for my comb, completely forgetting about the wings on my shoulders.

"K-Kei…" I heard Sho breathe.

"What?" I asked, grabbing my comb and turning to look at him.

"You…you're gorgeous…" Sho replied. I stared straight into his blue eyes. His eyes fell to the floor. "Sorry." He muttered, running to hide in his room. I heard the door slam shut a few seconds later.

As I combed my hair and put on some leather pants and a shirt, his words were ringing through my head. 'You're gorgeous…' I heard his voice repeat over and over. "Gorgeous…" I whispered to myself, staring at my reflection in the mirror, setting my comb down. I had never considered myself to be gorgeous. I had scars all over me from hundreds of scratches and gashes and bullets going through me; my skin was pale; I was way too thin; and my sandy-blond hair wasn't anything spectacular, it simply hung there in fluffy clumps unless I slicked it back. And hearing that I'm gorgeous from another man just made it even more awkward.

Up until that point, I had never considered Sho to be gorgeous. But then again—I had never really looked at him that way. Hah—leave it to Sho to make my mind start working that way. So when I sat down at breakfast the next morning (which consisted of Sho hunched over a bowl of cereal, concealing his face), I took a good long look at Sho and realized that he was more than gorgeous—he was beautiful, dazzling, stunning, striking, good-looking, lovely, and downright attractive. But I wanted to stare into his blue eyes…

"Sho," I said softly.

"Don't talk to me." Sho said, putting his head lower and resting a hand on top of his head. He continued to eat the cereal.

"But Sho—" I tried to say.

"Don't. Talk. To. Me." He told me. "I just don't—"

"Sho." I said in my 'look-up-or-I'll-kill-you' voice. Sho looked up and I finally noticed that he looked angelic. His blue eyes were the most striking feature I recognized. His skin was flawless and his cheeks were dark pink—I could tell he was embarrassed to face me so soon. "It's alright about yesterday." I told him in a more gentle voice. "I don't care. Don't worry about it." I reached out and put my hand under his chin. "Just don't hit on me…or I'll kill you." Sho blushed even more, grinned sheepishly, and furiously nodded.

"You-you wouldn't!"

"Oh yes I would." I said sternly, staring him straight in the eye.

"Your eyes…" Sho breathed as I let my hand fall to the table.

"That's what I mean by hitting on me."

"You…heard that!" Sho asked frantically.

"My hearing's more advanced than yours, Sho." I told him. "Because I'm not human, remember?"

"Y-Yeah…" Sho said softly as I got up and went to the family room.

About two years later, on Sho's twenty-first birthday, I was hit on in many different ways by the man who was still a teenager at heart.

All I wanted to do was sleep in. The nights before had been rough with many a robbing and fighting and I hadn't fed in a while. I told Sho the night before—

"I'm sleeping in tomorrow morning."

"Kei—"

"Please don't come up with an excuse to wake me up, Sho. I just want to sleep."

But did he listen to me? No. Not at all.

I was nice and warm in my bed. I always kept my room warm because I was usually really cold. But that morning, I was unusually warm. In a semi-conscious state, I heard someone (Sho, most likely) enter my room. I was still tired, so I let myself doze off for a little while longer.

That was a mistake.

A little while later, I was back in my semi-conscious state. I felt a gentle nipping at my neck. It wasn't a vampire or anything of the sort biting me—it was too gentle and loving…it tickled. "Mmm—ha ha haah…" I mumbled. The nipping at my neck became warmer and…well, wetter, so it tickled even more. Waking up a bit more, I shook my head slightly and lifted my hand up to scratch my neck. But something was in the way. Prodding with my fingers, I felt what it was that was nipping lovingly at my neck. Entwining my fingers through the person's hair, I opened my eyes and turned my head.

"Sho!" I said, surprised.

"Hello." Sho said softly, nipping and licking at the front of my neck tenderly.

"What are you doing!" I hissed at him, not daring to move.

"Mmm—I figured I should wake you up in a special way this morning."

"Why!" I asked, staring at the top of his head.

Sho licked my neck slowly; I shuddered. "Because it's my birthday…" Sho finally replied, nipping at my neck again. "My twenty-first birthday."

"And that's significant because…?"

"It's my birthday, that's why." Sho said. "And I figured you would forget, so this is your present to me…"

"What's my present to—SHO!" I yelled as he suddenly jumped on top of me. "Sho—get off now!" When he didn't, I shoved him to the end of the bed and sat up. "Haven't I told you enough times already that you'll just get hurt if you do those things!" Sho's expression made me want to cry. "Besides—" I leaned over and pulled out a large box from underneath my bed. "How can I forget your birthday?"

Sho squealed in delight as he lunged forward and grabbed the box from off of my lap. He ripped the wrapping paper to shreds. I watched in delight as he ripped open the top of the box and gasped. "Kei—you shouldn't have!" Sho told me as he pulled his present out of the box. "I-It costs so much—"

"I don't care," I told him. "You've been fawning over that trench coat for the past six months!" I watched him stand up and put it on over his red pajama pants (he had no shirt on…god, how I love his abs). "I figured since it's your twenty-first birthday…and…ten year anniversary of when we started living together, I should get you something special…" I was going to add something like "The white goes well with your skin complexion", but I didn't want him to start hitting on me again.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" Sho squealed, rushing over and hugging me.

"You're welcome…" I managed to say. He was practically strangling me.

That night around two in the morning, I was standing in the family room by the TV and coffee table. I heard Sho walk out of his room and I watched as he stood in front of me. "Kei." Sho said. "I-I don't deserve the trench coat."

"Of course you do!" I said, shocked at why he would say such a thing. Sho shook his head.

"But I can never thank you enough for it…"

"Just your reaction was good enough for me, Sho." I told him. Sho slowly walked forward. There was a glitter of something in his eyes, but I couldn't tell what.

As soon as he was about three inches away from me, he breathed, "Kiss me."

"S-Sho!" I said, startled. I took a step backwards and crashed my knees into the coffee table. My knees gave way and Sho caught me. I watched him lean down, trying to capture my lips in a kiss. I turned my head just in time—he ended up kissing my cheek, but he pulled away, disappointed. "Please, Sho—don't." I said, breathing heavily. "You'll just get hurt…"

Have you heard of a time that will help us get it together again?

The time is near

The word you'll hear

When you get things in perspective

Spread the news and help the world go round.

There's a time and the time is now and it's right for me…

It's right for me

And the time is now.

There's a word and the word is 'love' and it's right for me…

It's right for me

And the word is 'love'.

The random lyrics at the end are from Time and A Word by Yes which is where I got the title from…

This won't be a very long fic, but that's okay, right? As long as there's smut? Does that make up for the shortness? XD Of course!