Mit: I LOVE YOU, FAN 101! (gives Fan 101 a plushie) Yeah, and I know this fic is supposed to be humor too…but when somebody shows up, there'll be lots more humor. And I forgot to do the disclaimers for so many chapters! NEWS FLASH! I still do not own Furuba! (goes up on roof to angst)

Bob: -.-

Mit: Oh yeah, and the pairings are now decided. But it's a seeeecret…you must not know! BWAHAHAHAHA!

Bob: Moody much?

Mit: Shut up, Bob. Well, I've decided I'm gonna write another Furuba ficcy called Hybrid Theory. Most likely it will have a sequel called Reanimation, or Meteora. 3

Bob: You're obsessed.

Mit: Thank you. Anyway, if you wanna know what Hybrid Theory is about, review and tell me!

Kuro Hashi – Ch. 8 – Those With Wings

"Goin on a triiip…goin on a triiip…" Momiji sang, packing his bag. Haru was already ready, his messenger bag slung around his shoulder. He had headphones on, and was listening to the pulsing punk rock that somehow is soothing. It seemed as if he had not a care in the world, lids closed on chocolate eyes. Shia put the last of her things into her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder as she turns her attention to the two boys sitting on the couch.

"So, are we all ready, then?" she asks. Haru nods.

"What does it look like, baka?" is the response given from Kyou-kun.

"Yup! Ready and reporting for duty!" Momiji-chan exclaimed. Shia smiles at Momiji's hyper antics as they head out.

-LATER-

"So, where are we going anyway?" Kyou questions.

"We're going to the village where I grew up. The village of Those With Wings," Shia replied, suddenly growing very quiet. Haru appeared very interested in this, tilting his head slightly. (A/N: -squeal-)

"Why the hell are we going there?"

"Kyou…Those With Wings have very special abilities. I know this. Usually, I can cure a cursed family within this amount of time. But you…are different. And my powers are not strong enough. I need help."

"Shia…if you grew up with Those With Wings, how come you don't…" Haru was cut off by Shia's explanation.

"I was adopted. When I was very little, my parents had died. It's horrible to watch them die in front of a monster. But the strange thing is…this monster seemed human. The way it walked, and talked…it was strange. My sister Kit and I stared at the blood, and took the only things our parents had to pass on to us…the chopsticks. We found ourselves at the village a few days later."

Kyou shuddered. If there was one thing he hated more than Yuki, it was the word 'monster.' Haru's eyes grew heavy in sympathy. Momiji hugged Shia from behind, and she turned to face the three boys. Was this what it was like…to have friends?

"But Shia…what does this trip have to do with finding Tohru?" Haru asked, holding his head up slightly.

"It will all make sense soon, Haru," she simply replied, smiling at him. But this smile was different…it was almost…forced.

Later that night, the four travelers set down to rest. But night was what Shia feared. When she was traveling with Haru, she had slept high in the trees, where he couldn't see her. The moon had an effect on Shia…

"Shia-chan…" Momiji whined.

"Ah? Yes, Momiji-chan?" she answered.

"Why are you so shaky? Is something wrong?" Shia looked down at her hands. She was trembling. She turned to the sky, the moon creeping up from behind the clouds.

"DON'T LOOK AT ME," she commanded. With a whisper, she added, "You won't like what you see…"

Mit: -cackles evilly-

Bob: …

Mit: Well, remember to review, my dear readers! 3