--For You--
(Nozomu's point of view)
"Poor Akira," Mahiru sighed while coming down the stairs. "He's too sick to even get out of bed."
I nod. "He puts a whole new meaning to 'sicker than a dog.' "
"He asked if we could take care of the menu for tonight."
Akira? Let US decide his menu? He must be on his death bed... "Okay. What're you hungry for, Mahiru?"
She scans the room with her eyes as she thinks. "How about some kind of soup? That way you can have some too."
"You're so considerate." I pat her head and proceeded to gather things we'll need.
Mahiru walks over to the radio and turns it on before she proceeds to chop the vegetables. I look up at her every now and then, taking in the sweet sight of her swaying to the music. I go back to boiling the water before she catches me watching her.
The song changes from a sugary lull to a high-energy American song I've never heard before. Mahiru turns up the radio and sings along with it softly.
"Hey, Nozomu."
"Yes?"
"I was thinking... Maybe Akira will let us cook more often? I mean, we haven't set anything on fire yet, and who knows? We could be great at this kind of thing! Well...probably not as greatas he is, but at least we're having fun, right?"
"Akira is kind of stingy when it comes to cooking," I laugh, "But I'm sure he'd consider it if you asked him."
She smiles, goes back to her vegetables, and... "Ouch."
"Mahiru, are you okay?!"
"I think so." She turns to me, cradling her index finger in her opposite hand. I watch as the a few crimson beads gather at its tip, glide down her delicate finger, and pool in her palm of her hand. Without thinking, I pull up the edge of my apron and softly pat away her blood. Her cheeks flush as I press my lips to her wounded limb.
'My sweet Mahiru, I can hear your heart racing...
Being so close is making my vampire instincts pulse within me...
Only one bite, and you could be mine forever...
You're se close, ...but I...I can't do that to you
I know you already love Mitsuru, and I won't try to change that.
For you, my princess, I will wait...'
"N-...Nozomu?"
I let go and look at her straight in the eye. "I can take over for now. Why don't you get that cleaned up, okay, sweetie?"
"Okay..." Her cheeks are still warm and pink.
I watch her disappear up the stairs.
'My precious Mahiru, I will wait. Who knows? Maybe you will change your mind one day...'
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AN: Yes...another random one-chapter fic. o.o I hope I didn't get anything too OOC although I know it was a little...er...out of character... Forgive me! I had to do it. Really. I couldn't stop myself.
Um...oh yeah, the disclaimer: I don't own Crescent Moon or any of its characters, but I do own the -idea- for this story. o.o Nothing else. ...Okies? Moving on.
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