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Author's note:

Haven't updated in three whole years... I feel pretty bad about it... sorry for my lack of commitment toward you, dear readers... I currently working on my very first original story to get it publish... quite a time sucker...

I will try to update once a month... not always this story but at least one of them. Thanks for your comprehension and your patience.

Is it wrong to love someone with a big age difference? Since her parents' death, little Mitsuki had been living at the orphanage. There, her father's band mates visited her frequently until the day her grandmother took her in. After that, Takuto went missing. A couple of years later, he reappeared, passing over a line that he didn't want to cross.

This is a story about the hardships of love and how a small girl overcomes it with lots of determination.

Disclaimer: I don't own Full moon wo sagashite. I'm not making any money out of this. I'm just borrowing the characters and some part of the storyline to write a fanfiction.

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After the second round of the audition at SEED Records that Mitsuki passed, she got in an argument with Takuto. He didn't say sorry but came up with a dance routine for the third round as his way of saying so. Since the man was in a playful mood, he took the sixteen year old out with his friends and one thing led to another. Now, they just arrived at Onoe Hiro's cottage.

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Could Be Childish Determination – Chapter III

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The Missing Gap

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The music was pumping loudly. There were teens everywhere. Mitsuki had securely attached her arms around Takuto's. She felt scared as hell. She had never been in an environment with so many reckless teenagers. She didn't know how to act nor how to speak to them. Takuto put his hand on her shaking ones that were holding onto his arm. He smiled at her and invited her to the house. She followed closely, never letting go of his arm.

Takuto entered the cottage without knocking. The music was even louder inside, almost too deafening. Her cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she spotted a couple making out quite violently on one of the sofa.

Onoe Hiro appeared and she felt relieve. He smiled at Takuto and than at Mitsuki.

"You know, Takuto, when you said you had to baby-sat Mitsuki-chan, you made it sound like she was a five year old. But when I looked at her, that body of hers, she looked plenty mature to me. Dear Mitsuki-chan, as Takuto ever touched you in weird ways? Please tell me so I can save you!"

Mitsuki blushed. She thought of their dancing session this afternoon. She was so happy when Takuto had put his hands on her body to show her exactly the movements she seemed to always get wrong. Takuto wasn't please at all with Onoe's comment. He tried to punch him but the red-head easily dodged it.

"Hiro, refrain to make comments like that in front of Mitsuki."

It wasn't a request: it was an order.

"Sorry, mate. I didn't think you would take it to heart. I won't say anymore unnecessary stuff, okay. So stop glaring at me. But that's true, man; you really did make her sound like a toddler. I'm happy to see you caring for someone else than yourself."

"Hiro, refrain any comment at all."

The red-head was waving his hands in pure defence before himself.

"Okay. No more comment. Have fun around then. See you later."

The sixteen year old followed him as he left hastily and spotted Yui Meroko. He was advancing on her. Mitsuki's eyebrows furrowed as she noticed one of his hands on the girl's waist and the other playing in her pink hair, near her ear. She felt confused. This was almost a loving embrace, but wasn't Yui-san the girlfriend of the blond one?

She didn't have much time to ponder the question as Takuto entered the lounge. The blonde guy in question was there, getting it on with a pretty black haired girl. Mitsuki closed her eyes. She didn't like what she was seeing. The teen all looked to be doing adult things: such as drinking, playing with money and making out. But as she looked at them, they all looked pretty much adult. Most of them were over twenty years for sure. Why had she insisted on coming here?

Since she seemed uncomfortable there also, Takuto yanked her to the kitchen. He opened the fridge and took out a beer and a can of juice. He handed the juice to Mitsuki without a word. He didn't seem happy to be here, though he acted as if that kind of thing happens quite often. He did come in the house without knocking and took stuff out of the fridge without asking anyone. He hadn't said hi to anyone yet.

Onoe Hiro came into the kitchen and a wide smile grace his lips. His left cheek was red. Takuto snickered at the sight. Hiro must have tried to make a move on Meroko but the girl wasn't as easy. Takuto didn't want to explain the weird relationship the pink-haired girl had with Izumi Rio. Hiro wasn't please with his friend snickering and furrowed his eyebrows before glaring at him.

"Get out of my kitchen, old man."

"Sure, mister player."

Takuto swiftly got out of the kitchen, yanking Mitsuki with him. She was holding onto her drink but took a good look at Takuto. Onoe's comment was playing over in her mind. Takuto wasn't that old, was he? She took a good look around and notice for the first time that the teenagers were all around twenty years old. Were Takuto's friends all near twenty years old? Those guys seemed old, but acted like kids. Were all teenagers like that?

Mitsuki yanked Takuto's shirt. The man looked down to her with a small smile and for the first time it downed on her how much older Takuto really was. He had never seemed old to her. Since Wakaouji Keiichi was an adult in her eyes, she never pictured Takuto as such since he was so much younger. The grey haired man was starting to get irritated of waiting. She had to have something to say to yank his sleeve.

"What is it Mitsuki?"

She was pulled out of her reverie. Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes. He felt bad. He hadn't wanted to make her cry. He hadn't thought he had been that harsh.

"I want to get out of here. Please Takuto. I'm sorry. It's really selfish of me after asking to come here and all. I just really need to get out of here."

He didn't argue. He took her hand and led her out of the house. Onoe Hiro was by the door. He lifted an eyebrow as he saw Takuto and Mitsuki heading for the door. He called after Takuto:

"I didn't mean you had to leave. I thought you knew me better, Takuto."

Takuto stopped and turned around. He sent a small smile his way.

"Do worry. I took it to heart, bimbo-chaser. You won't see me again... tonight!"

Hiro laughed, happy to see he wasn't the reason his friend was leaving. Takuto was in his usual playful mood and that was good.

"Darn, I needed you to look good for the girls. Helping elderly really makes it!"

Onoe Hiro waved to two goodbye and casted them one last look as the car disappear behind the trees.

Mitsuki was holding onto Takuto's hand. She didn't dare to let it go. She had stolen several glances from Takuto. He really was an adult. The veil had finally fallen. Takuto had caught on Mitsuki's weird behaviour.

"What's troubling you, Mitsuki?"

He had his eyes on the road ahead. She breathed in softly.

"How old are you Takuto?"

The question generated some uneasiness and Takuto let go of Mitsuki's hand. That was the one thing he tried to forget when he was with her. It seems fate wanted to make it clear to him the difference that existed between him and her.

"Twenty-eight."

The brown haired girl sighed.

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

Takuto's eyes were now glaring at the road.

"That's not any of your business, Mitsuki."

Tears swelled up again, because of Takuto's harsh tone. She held them in. Why was she such a crybaby? Why couldn't she help it? She clutched her dress in her small hands and spoke in a well-controlled voice:

"I wanna go karaoke until midnight."

"No way."

She looked up to Takuto's face. He was dead serious.

"I won't sing."

Now he was confused. What was the point of going karaoke then? He sighed and drove them to that place he knew had karaoke rooms. Instead of staying in the lounge area and hear the other singers, Mitsuki went up to the counter and asked for a room for two. The man behind the counter gave them a weird look but complied and showed them to room A-2. The employee closed the door behind them and left the unusual couple alone.

Takuto sat down and looked up at her. What had that girl in mind? She took place beside him and look up to him waiting.

"Why did we come here for?"

Mitsuki close her eyes and breathed out.

"I was starting to believe you wouldn't ask."

He raised an eyebrow and wait for her to continue.

"I want you to sing."

He stood up and glared at her.

"I won't."

"Why?"

"I hate singing."

"No you don't."

She was glaring at him now. Why was she so angry? It wasn't any of her business. Things related to him had nothing to do with her. She was such a child. And at that moment, he really downed on him. He had been aware before but not like this. He wanted her to act like an adult but she was still a child. She was a kid that was asking to be spoilt. But because she was acting like a ground-up so often, she almost couldn't remember how to be spoilt.

It was sad, a very sad reality. His eyes were a lot gentler as he sat back down next to her. He raised his head and looked at the ceiling while answering her previous questions:

"I don't have a girlfriend because I don't feel like it. It's like there is something telling me it's not time yet, in my head. And if I don't want to sing, it is because it is painful to me."

Mitsuki's glare fell on her knees.

"I'd like to hear about it. Your pain, I mean."

He groaned.

"Another time."

"Promise, then."

He looked at her and she was serious. She really was a child. A small sad smile grace his lips.

"I promise I'll tell you another time."

Mistuki started the karaoke machine and chose a song randomly. Anyway, neither of them was going to sing. The song played in the background but the two stayed silent. After a while, Takuto took Mitsuki back home. She went to bed but sleep was hard to find because so many unanswered questions nagged her mind.

The week passed so fast that Wednesday night, Mitsuki was starting to panic. She hadn't heard of Takuto since Saturday. He had said that he would take care of things for Thursday, but as she sees it: he wouldn't come after all. She had to found an excuse to get in the city tomorrow. A soft knock was heard from the door and Mitsuki rapidly made her way to the door to open it.

"Obaa-san."

The old woman glared at her.

"That is no way to salute an elderly, Mitsuki."

"Sorry. Hi, obaa-san."

"Better."

The old woman made her way in Mitsuki's room. She walked around for a while and than sat on her bed.

"Takuto-san just called."

"Why didn't you passed the phone over?"

Mitsuki's cheeks reddened.

"He is going to take you to the museum tomorrow morning."

A smile grace Mitsuki's lips. Takuto hadn't forgotten about her. Her grandmother wasn't finished though:

"It will be the last time. I asked Tatuto-san to stop hanging around you."

Mistuki's smile fell.

"Stop it obaa-san. You know you asked multiple times but Takuto always told you that he won't leave me alone."

"I told him my reasons, and this time he compelled. This will be the last time Mitsuki."

Mitsuki looked at her grandmother's back as she left her room to get back to the main house. Why would Takuto compelled to such an unreasonable demand? What made him changes is mind? Was he tired of her? She couldn't sleep at all and when Takuto appeared at her door in the morning she didn't had the energy to fake a smile. She slumped to the floor and tears began to fall on her cheeks.

"Tell me it's not true. Please Takuto. Tell me obaa-san lied."

He knew what she was talking about and shook his head.

"Obaa-san and I talked it over. It is for the best. I'm too old to be hanging around with you Mitsuki. Please understand. In exchange, your grandmother will let you started high school, so you can make friends your own age. It's not all that bad, Mitsuki."

How could it say it so casually? Didn't it bother him to not be able to see her anymore?

"Will be able to write to each other and I already noticed your grandmother, but I intend to give you a computer as a parting gift. So you'll be able to send me e-mail too. What do you think?"

"I hate it."

He smiled sadly.

"You'll change your mind after starting high school, I'm sure."

He pushed her in the bathroom with clothes and closed the door.

"Now get ready. We have to go if you don't want to be late."

After he said that, he heard to shower turn on. He sighed and let himself glided down the bathroom door. He covered his face with his hands. He hoped he had made the right choice. He wanted her to find happiness, but she wouldn't find it hanging around him.

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Review to tell me what you think. Constructive critics are welcome; I really want to improve my writing.