What Are You Waiting For

Disclaimer: I don't own Crescent Moon.

Last time on What Are You Waiting For: Mitsuru visibly twitched when I said that. Obviously he doesn't like hearing about him and Mahiru being together. But I don't give a shit; they're my last couple and I want this to be over with as quickly as possible.

After reading Mitsuru's file, I know my wish will not come true.

A/N: To clear up any confusion, the prologue was Rozalia thinking back on the events of this story, but chapter one picks up right at the end of the prologue but in present time. Not much else to say, just that I re-wrote chapter one. So if you read the 'Twenty Questions' version, go back and read it because it's totally different and way better then the first. Now on with it!

Chapter 2: Greeting Cards

I was extremely bored at the moment.

Mitsuru was just sitting there, staring at his blank wall as if it were the most interesting thing in the whole damn world.

Normally, I'm the one that stares at random objects for hours and hours upon end.

So I was extremely T.O.'d that Mitsuru was stealing my job. That bastard; how dare he -

Ooh! It's a speck of lint floating aimlessly through the air!

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Sorry about that. As you already know (at least, I hope you already know) I get easily distracted.

But the dance of the lint truly was amazing! That is, until it was blown out a window.

So, where was I?

Damn train of thought keeps crashing.

Oh yeah! Mitsuru was staring at the wall for thirty - er, an hour and a half. Wait, where is Mitsuru? Ah, crap! I lost him! Why do these things always happen to me!

Damn ADD.

Damn lint.

Hold up, I hear yelling. Yep, definitely Mitsuru and some feminine voice. Most likely Mahiru. Which is good, since I have to have a nice conversation with her ASAP.

So I floated downstairs and found a huge group of people consisting of Mitsuru, the blonde dude from earlier, some short kid with overly sized glasses, an extremely hyper kid with dog ears and a tail (What the crap? Ears and a tail? Whatever, screw it; I'll ask about it later), some old guy, and a chick that sat next to the old guy saying absolutely nothing.

Oh, and Mahiru, I forgot to mention her. Which is weird since she was the most noticeable seeing that she was practically yelling at the top of her lungs at Mitsuru.

Actually, it's more like screeching. Oh well.

So I decided to wait until the arguing was done and the others left before I approached Mahiru.

Because if I did, she'd most likely gawk at me and ask, "Who are you?" And since she and Mitsuru are the only people that can see me, everyone else would be like, "Mahiru's gone mental; she's talking to walls."

At least, that would be my reaction if I saw someone having a conversation with thin air.

(Actually, that was everyone else's reaction when they saw me talking to thin air, which I have done on previous occasions)

Back to the point…

Unfortunately, it took about half an hour for the damned argument to settle down. Then another half hour for them to plan this whole thing to 'take back the Teardrop of the Moon'. Whatever the hell that means.

Good thing I decided to check out the rest of the building during those last forty-five minutes, or else I probably would've fallen asleep.

That or I would've gone insane from boredom (though if you asked a lot of people, they would say I already am crazy).

As I gave a self-guided tour of the place, I spent a large amount of time in the kitchen, staring at the shiny knives.

(That makes me sound like an axe murderer…awesome!)

So, anyways, when I returned to the room, everyone was starting to leave and Mahiru was making her way upstairs to (presumably) her room. And I, of course, followed her.

Mwhaha! I love playing stalker.

Seriously. It's like ten times more fun then Jenga (brilliant game by the way).

Where was I?

Oh yeah! Following Mahiru! Mwhahah -

OOWWIE!

What the crap! Who the hell put this wall in the middle of a flippin' hallway!

Oh…

It's a door…

(I know what you're thinking…shut up…)

"Who is it?" came a feminine voice from inside.

Obviously Mahiru.

So, being the extremely polite and sensitive person that I am, I let myself in only to ram right into another object.

Except this time there was a different yell accompanied with mine.

"Who're you?" asked the confused Mahiru once she composed herself.

"Aspirin…" I groaned, rubbing the spot where our foreheads had clashed.

"Oh…well, it's nice to meet you Miss Aspirin!"

"No you idiot! I need an aspirin!" I groaned again. "Or at least an Advil…"

"Um…uh, well, I don't have any on me. But I'm sure Oboro has some in the bathroom or something. I'll go ask him - "

I quickly floated up and pushed her down to keep her from leaving. "No no no! If you do that, everyone will think you're crazy; minus Mitsuru of course." Stupid newbies…

I then kicked the door closed and spun around to see her sitting on her bed staring wildly at me (which is to be expected).

"Might as well get this over with." Sigh. "Hola, mi nombre es Rozalia ¿cómo estás?" Don't ask why I just spoke Spanish. It just randomly pops out of my mouth. I blame my parents for forcing me to take it all through eighth grade and high school.

The look Mahiru had on her face said, 'you're completely and utterly insane' or 'I gotta get out of here before this lunatic kills me (cue theme from 'Psycho').' It was open for interpretation.

"Sorry 'bout that. I'm fluent in Spanish and I tend to speak it spontaneously." I stuck out my hand towards her, since she wasn't as threatening as Mitsuru. "Let me translate. I'm Rozalia. How ya doin'?"

She reached out and grasped my hand in a wimpy shake. Stupid weaklings...

"I'm fi - "

"And no one really cares. So let's get down to business." 'I got no time to play around what is this?' Sorry; ex-Eminem fan here.

Since I'm positively sure that you don't want to hear my explanation again, I'll just say that for the next forty-seven minutes and twenty-two point six seconds, I told Mahiru everything that I told Mitsuru.

When I was done, I was extremely happy that she didn't interrupt me throughout the entire speech! I'll probably get along with her way better then with Mr. Explanation-Interrupter.

Then again, since she didn't ask anything, a million and one questions are swirling through her brain. And once she gets over the minor shock of all this, I'm gonna be pelted with all those questions.

Damn.

I never win.

"So, I bet you're wondering what Soul Mates Incorporated is?" I'd place all my money on that bet (if I had any money that is). Mostly because I know she's wondering what SMI is.

Mahiru nodded slowly, still in a shocked stupor. "Yeah, I do. How'd you know - "

"I can read minds. More specifically, I can read your and Mitsuru's minds. Only your guys' minds. Damn it." Oh how I wish I could come back to life while still being able to be telepathic and go back in time. I could've aced so many pop quizzes.

"What? Why's that?"

"Because you two are my newest assignment. See, whenever cupids get a new couple, we're able to read only their minds. It has something to do with knowing if you're lying or not, something like that anyways." I can't quite remember everything they said in the manual, but who gives a shit.

(And yes, they have manuals in Heaven. Weird, huh?)

Mahiru blinked a few times and finally said, "So let me get this straight. You're an angel - "

"Cupid."

"Right. Cupid. Sent from Heaven to get Mitsuru and me together," She wrinkled her nose upon saying that. And even I admit, what with the culture and media nowadays, that saying sounds a lot more…perverted…then it really is. "And this is your final 'Good Samaritan' for killing your sister because she was cheating with your husband."

I just realized something. If I had killed my husband as well, I would've been Velma Kelly, Version 2.0! Sweet!

('Chicago' - best musical of all time. It beats 'Annie' and 'West Side Story' with a large wooden stick)

"You got it."

She was silent for awhile.

Actually, make that twenty-eight point three minutes.

I knew Mahiru and Mitsuru were meant for each other.

Both of them take forever for new information to seep into those noodles of theirs.

('Noodle! Use your noodle! Noodle! Do the noodle dance!' Dear god…I have gone off the deep end…)

My patience was thinning, so I asked, "Are you done thinking about this whole thing yet?"

Mahiru continued to sit there as if she hadn't heard me at all.

And, as previously stated, I absolutely loathe being ignored; along with many other things.

So since Mahiru wasn't washing any dishes (it had stopped raining an hour ago anyways), I flew to the front of her bed, grabbed a pillow and gave her a good whack in the head.

"OOWWW!" The blonde teen cried. Yep, definitely don't know my own strength. "What was that for!"

"As I've already told your boyfriend, Mahiru," Ha ha ha, she totally transformed into cheery, "I hate being ignored. Be sure you remember that, or else there'll be a lot more ass-kicking in the future."

Ah, threats, the dead woman's spearmint gum.

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That made no sense.

Oh well!

A/N: Yes, Rozalia is crazy. But did you really expect a sane person to be able to handle Mitsuru and Mahiru? Let alone be able to get them together. Ugh…stupid Hollywood corrupted my semi-innocent mind so now that phrase sounds perverted. Anyways, hoped you enjoyed. And sorry for the extreme lack of updates. Damn you writer's block! Reviews are very much welcomed!

"Why don't you give me half of the money you were gonna bet. Then we'll go out back, I'll kick you in the nuts, and we'll call it a day!"

-Dealer, "Vegas Vacation"