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Ayuzawa Residence, Sunday

Dining hall, 7:30 PM

Misaki's POV

We all got seated in our usual form, dad at the table head, mom to his right, I and my sister Suzuna to his left. He head maid, Satsuki, stood behind dad's chair, and two of her underlings stood further behind her. I hated calling them 'underlings', but I didn't know their names, since they never left Satsuki's back, and Satsuki never asked anything to me, but the formal stuff "Would you like some more, m'lady?" "What would you like for breakfast, m'lady?" "Was the food to your satisfaction, m'lady?" …. And so on. I had never had a chance to even talk to Satsuki casually, as I did to Yui.

"Maid, you may leave." Suzuna said in a monotonous voice, and Satsuki left, followed by her 'underlings'.

"Dad." She called out.

"Hmm?"

"Sis got a boyfriend."

"Eh?"

I exclaimed. How did she even get an idiotic idea such as that? I had never had a crush, let alone a boyfriend!

As if she had heard my thoughts, she continued, "Sakura was nuts speaking about that blonde. Says he looks out-of-the-world. Might be an alien." With the same monotony.

TING!

My head lighted up. "Oh! The boy at Mermaid café!"

Then I became shocked "She just said that in front of dad!"

And then I turned furious. "Sakura! How could she do this to me?"

"Is that true, Misaki?" Dad asked, looking at me. I got why Suzuna shooed the servants away. She wanted to put me up in front of dad. She knew he would not like it. She wanted me to be like her. Committed.

I looked up to mom "Save me mama" "No dad. I don't have a boyfriend."

"Sakuya, can't you even trust her a little?" Mom came up to my rescue

"That is the problem, Minako. I can trust her only a little, unlike Suzuna, Whom I can blindly believe."

That hurt me. Really hard. I wished to slam my spoon on the plate and walk away to the solace of my room, but my mother's eyes told me otherwise. I had to wait. I had to answer. I was responsible. I had grown up.

"Dad, the boy confessed to me at the café I had been to this Friday." I said. I had decided to say it out hard on his face. I wanted it to hurt him, the way it always hurt me. His talks, the way he treated me, his disgust towards my behavior, everything hurts me. Always.

"And?"

"I said yes."

"Break up with him immediately. The calling off of your Engagement doesn't mean you roam around the city making new sluts as your friends, degrading your already degraded moral values."

"I won't."

Silence.

More silence.

"I've had enough of your intolerance, Misaki. Behave yourself."

"She is behaving herself the most, Sakuya. You need to care for her a bit more. She is just trying to make her her place in the world with some new frien-"

"That's not it, Minako." He sighed, woke up from the table, meal still unfinished, and left. I had been waiting for that since long. As soon as he left, I got away to my room. My mother would have scolded me to leave the table when dad was still eating.

I reached my room and closed the door hastily. I didn't want anyone around me.

"Misaki-san?" It was Yui. I needn't look at her, hers was the kindest voice in the entire household. But now, I didn't want kindness, I wanted solitude. I waved my hand as I fell on my bed, gesturing her to leave.

"You can call me anytime you need someone to talk, Misaki-san. I will be there for you."

I didn't bother to thank her. I didn't want to lift my head from my pillow. I didn't want her to see me cry.

"Dad, I want black currant."

"I want Black currant too."

"Then I will take chocolate."

"Then I will take chocolate too!"

"Don't imitate me, Suzuna!"

"Dad! I want the same flavor as oneesan"

We finally got the same flavors, as usual.

"Dad!" I screamed as the Ice-cream fell on his head. He laughed it off.

I would always sit on my father's shoulders when I was small, and Suzuna would find her place in his arms. We would always fight over petty things. She would think of me as her role model. Dad had high hopes from me, being the brightest at all, caring and affectionate. I would always be around dad like his presence mattered the world for me.

But that was all when he had time for us, his family. As he improved his business, and as we reached the upper strata of the society, everything changed. Spoons became knives, cottons became silks, and happiness became something locked inside a huge, old trunk. I hated the change, and responded heart-first to every situation. Consequence: Suzuna became father's new favorite.

As I went back to my memories, more tears fell, and I cried myself to sleep.

Kamiya Orphanage, Sunday 11:45 PM

It was time. I sat up on my bed and eyed everyone else. Everyone else was asleep. Maybe, not everyone else. I slowly walked over to the window and opened the glasses that imprisoned the air of the room, letting foreign winds inside. As I stood there, I felt a hand ruffle my hair.

"Tsuki wouldn't be happy if you two-time her." Haru said, eyeing the full moon at the peak of its majesty, with stars, like precious gems, adding to the beauty of the calm night.

"Who is Tsuki, Haru?"

"Your girl, whom you stare at when she is at her full glory."

"Don't joke around, it's not that she's alive or can be my lover. She is just a satellite, and the one she loves is Sekai." (A/N: Tsuki is Japanese for moon, and Sekai, you can guess).

"This could be the last night like this, unless it's a full moon tomorrow too."

"I can stand at the window tomorrow too, if you so wish."

"Would you miss us?"

"All of you."

"Are you going to meet her tomorrow?"

"I guess so. She didn't seem to mean the affirmation, though."

"Well, it's a long day tomorrow, and Tsuki can wait *yawn* until next month, so go to sleep now."

"Yes. Good night. I will get into bed soon."

"Good night."

After Haru left, I stood at the window and eyed the sky, then the silent, dark city, and the cold winter winds felt warm against my face. It was time, and I stood at the window.

Bound to the moon.