Putting this chapter up too cause I had it done already. I had chapter one done already before I signed up for fanfiction. Then it told me I had to wait two days before I could submit anything...yeah...This is what I did while I waited.

CHAPTER TWO

Mitsuru zips his jacket up as the cold air blows unnaturally around him on the abandoned rooftop somewhere in the city. He hasn't slept in days, not since he left the Moonshine and the people that called him "friend." Mitsuru's mouth screws into a grimace at that word. "Friend." I don't have any friends, he thinks to himself. Friends are people you can trust, and I don't trust anyone.

Despite his determination, his walls seem to crumble a little as the faces of the Moonlight Bandits forcefully float before his dark brown eyes. Nozomu, the annoying, flirtatious vampire whom Mitsuru wants to strangle sometimes. Akira, the ever optimistic, always smiling werewolf, his hugs one of the deadliest things Mitsuru has ever experienced. Misoka, the fox demon whom Mitsuru would love more than anything to defeat in battle as a way to prove himself.

And then there is….

Mitsuru banishes the thought before it even forms in his head.

She was never a friend, not even close. She's an annoying, idiotic, clumsy, stubborn, human woman. I shall never trust a human, let alone become friends with one. And yet he is more helpless than ever from keeping her face out of his thoughts. Her short blonde hair whipping in the wind as they fly high in the sky after picking her up from school. Her round, cheerful blue eyes filled with a kindness seemingly reserved only for him, along with her gentle smile. The sound of her voice, both when it laughs and when she's angry with him.

A throbbing ache begins to form in his chest that completely baffles Mitsuru. He groans. Why do I feel all torn up inside? Nothing else ever mattered to me before but getting stronger, and that's not going to change now.

Mitsuru is incapable of keeping a strange feeling from growing inside of him, an unidentifiable emotion to the tengu that has only known hatred for so long.

What the crap is this?

Mitsuru's musings are interrupted when an earsplitting scream fills the air and tears through his heart. He knows that voice, but he simply shakes his head. He knows she would never be in a place like this, this late at night, especially not alone to where she would get into any danger. And yet he knows that voice….

All doubt flees Mitsuru's mind when he hears Mahiru scream is name, over and over again. Immediately, Mitsuru commands the wind to take him to that voice filled with terror. Her terror envelopes him, seeping into his skin, and becoming his own. Mitsuru curses under his breath. "Stupid woman. Don't you dare be hurt."

As Mitsuru flies as fast as he can, his eyes search the ground frantically for a blonde head. He realizes that he hasn't heard her call out for some time now and he pushes himself harder, faster, a sick feeling forming in the pit of his stomach.

There!

Mitsuru forces himself to stop on a rooftop, barely containing his gut reaction to just jump in all gung-ho. He surveys the scene below him. He sees Mahiru, arms bound behind her back, a piece of duct tape covering her mouth. She struggles against the arms of her captors, Mutsura and Hokuto, with all her strength, bucking and kicking. She manages to hit Mutsura's face with the back of her head. He yelps in pain, releasing Mahiru to hold his broken nose, trying to contain the blood flowing down his face. Before she can even think of running away Hokuto grabs her forearm in a viselike grip with one hand. His other hand lifts up to hit Mahiru across the face. The force of the blow causes her head to snap to one side. Even from Mitsuru's perch he can see the bruise already beginning to form on her left cheek.

Something in Mitsuru snaps, hatred swelling up, and he begins to transform.

Author's Note

I love the end of this chapter. It makes me smile. Anyway, most of chapter three is done already so it'll be up soon. Please Review!