Hi! Just so you peoples know, this is my first fanfic! I decided to start out with an oneshot to just see how everyone likes my writing. Please review and I hope you don't hate it!

Summary: When two people have an accident, you can't really do much but wonder, "What are they thinking?" Mahiru x Mitsuru

Flashback mode

Normal POV

Takes place before Book 6, in the middle of Book 5.

Disclaimer: Crescent Moon does not belong to me. Just that creepy little voice that pops up from time to time…but does that belong to me??? WHAT DOES BELONG TO ME???!!!!

"I'm gonna kill that stupid vampire and werewolf."

That was what was going through Mitsuru Suoh's head at the current moment. He was amazed he could still think after what happened. What did happen, you ask? Well…

Half an Hour ago:

"Mahiru-chan!" a certain day-walking vampire shrilled. The said descendent-of-the-princess turned to face Nozomu. "Yes?" "Akira needs you to help him in the kitchen with something." The only female (Well, minus Katsura since she/he was only a female for half a month) at the Moonshine put the broom down and made her way toward the kitchen. Unknown to the poor girl, Akira had Mitsuru come and carry three heavy, FULL boxes of who-knows-what out to the trashcan in the alley. (AN: Ok, I have no idea what Japan is like since I've never been there, but I'm basing that idea of New York.) See, this was all part of a little part of a little plot that Nozomu and Akira affectionately referred to as "Get the Temperamental Tengu and the Clueless Princess Together"! They were bound for collision in 3…2…1…

CRASH!!!!!!

…Huh. That sounded bad. Well anyways, back to the story!

The said victims found themselves in a very…suggestive position to say the least. The boxes were overturned and spilled magazines AN: Magazines can be pretty darn heavy when you have a lot of them… were all over the floor. But who cares about that!? What were REALLY important were their positions. As in, the miserable Mitsuru was straddling the poor hime-sama in the midst of the clutter. And…they were…um…making lip-contact. I don't how a crash could cause all this!!! What do you think I am, physic!!!?? Urm…anyways…their misery was only doubled when they heard the CLICK CLICK of a camera. Mitsuru immediately jumped off and ran to the haven he knew as "His bedroom".

Present:

But Mitsuru had to admit, he enjoyed it. Even it was, like, 3 seconds. Now those feelings that had boiling around in him for awhile were starting to get clearer. Maybe, just maybe, he'll know what they are. But for the time being…he was going to plot his revenge against the vampire and his goofy werewolf sidekick.

Well, I hope you enjoyed this fic and please review and give criticism, advice, etc…

Mitsuru: "You made me kiss that stupid girl!!!"

Cookie2718: "Shut up, you KNOW you liked it."

Mitsuru: "…"

Ignoring the tengu-with-anger-management-issues, Sayonara!

Hime-sama: princess

Sayonara: good bye

-chan: honorific used in Japan, used for girls and cute things primarily.