Feel The Wind...

Oh dear Lord, you guys are going to kill me. I am so sorry. I've been going to these high school courses over the summer. I've had no time at all! I'm so sorry! I'll get on with the story, if half of you are still reading it...

Disclaimer: It's been over five months or something like that, but I still don't own Rave Master!

Please don't kill me for this chapter. Chapter six is a bit... well; you'll have to read it. Oh, and I just realized how much this story is stating to seem like the OVA of Fuushigi Yuugi. 'I'll never make Miaka cry!...' To some, it may seem a bit OOC for them, being how harsh this story is boiling up to. Musica seems mean here. I love Musica to pieces, he's in my top ten Bishonens list! But it comes into the plot. (I sound so strange here, don't I?) You have to hate what he's doing for it to work. I'm going to give it away if I keep doing this, eh?...

"What took you guys so long? Anyway, the shrine is here. Isn't that great?"

Musica was sitting on his bag. Every bit of his sarcasm floated in the air.

Elie and Haru were very quiet, avoiding each other's gaze.

Musica stared at Elie. Something wasn't right. It was too obvious. He narrowed his eyes.

"...Elie?" He spoke up. Haru was not his concern at this moment.

Her eyes widened, he startled her. It was strange how his voice didn't sound like his own.

"Why don't you...ummm...take Plue for a walk? There were strawberries on the road here. " Musica wasn't lying. Nooo.

She got the hint and walked down the path with Plue. Maybe those two would end up knocking some sense into each other.

Haru still stared at the ground.

"...Glory." Musica circled him, his shoes leaving prints in the ground slowly. Haru watched him from the corner of his eye.

"Elie's acting a bit sad, isn't she?" He continued, getting to the point. There was no time to play. "Maybe you're pushing her too hard lately?"

"You don't know anything, Musica!"

"...Defensive, eh?" Musica said, "You don't stand a chance, Glory."

Haru shut his eyes, trembling.

Musica pressed on.

"I've been...spending more time with Elie, get to know her better - "

"You kissed her!"

Musica stopped walking. He smirked, and narrowed his eyes. He was heading for the win.

"Jealous? Oh, did I steal your girl? Maybe she just wanted front row seats to the Rave Boy?"

"Shut up Musica!" How could he play with Elie's feelings like that! Did he even know how she felt?

"Or maybe she's using you? She does need a way to her memories!"

"..." Haru couldn't say anything. Musica was messing with his brain. Elie would never do that.

"I'm done with you. Stay away from her." Musica whispered. "This was short. She doesn't need to know any of this ever happened."

"Well, I'm not!... I love her!"

"Good for you." Musica said with a monotone voice. It was cold.

It confused Haru. "Don't you... that's it? Why are you fighting for her?"

Musica sighed. "To mess around with her. It's fun."

(A/N: It's damn clear who's getting Elie's heart.)

That left Haru's mouth agape. It was the last thing he had ever expected.

"That's just disgusting! I'm not going to watch you mess with her heart! Why are you being so..."

"I never said I didn't love her. But she doesn't need the details."

"Elie's a lady, not your little toy."

"Don't you think I know that? Look, the truth is that Elie knows that you love her. She thinks I don't like her. She already has you. It'll be her instinct to want something more than she has. I'm in her reach." Musica replied. Haru didn't understand the least bit.

"So you don't love her? Whatever it is you're doing, it's not right."

'Just because it has to do with Elie. You think its wrong, Glory' Musica said in the back of his mind.

"No." Musica said. Haru wouldn't understand.

It started to rain. Thunder crashed.

"You're not making any sense."

"I don't have to." Musica didn't look at him.

The rain came down with a force. Lightening flashed. The rain hid his tears, as he turned from Musica.

Haru walked down the path, the same one Elie took. Musica wasn't like this. What's up with him?

Elie ran up the path, soaking wet. She carried Plue in her arms. He ate a juicy red strawberry. Hey, better than all the candy, right?... nah...

She got to the end of the road. And met face to face with Haru.

"...Elie, I need to speak with you."

"It's raining!"

"It's important!"

"Don't worry. I'll listen." She smiled. It seemed to hurt her. Inside out. He felt it.

"Musica's not himself." He looked away.

"I know... if you count in the sexual harassment." She mumbled. She wanted him to hear it. It just didn't seem right, though.

"What was that?" Haru glanced at her.

"Nothing." She said quickly. Her face flushed. Mainly from anger. Confusion was long gone.

Elie had been doing a lot of thinking: 'Haru was a guy. He'd never come out and tell me he'd love me just like that. But Haru is a lot more... understanding... Well; Musica might be rough, but he's definitely not that... disrespectful... wrong word. I'm scared to talk to Haru. But I'm facing Haru tonight.'

Elie didn't hear anything that Haru had told her. All she could do was watch as her emotions ate away at her soul. Everything seemed to be happening so quickly. She felt flustered. The rain beat on her.

"Elie? Elie, are you listening to me?" Haru looked concerned. With all of his experience with Elie, he knew something was up.

Her face was flushed, tears mixing with rain water. Her clothes were soaked through. Plue jumped over to Haru as he caught her in his arms.

"Elie!"

She fell into inky blackness.

Yay! It's Elie's POV now!

When I woke up in the old shrine with Musica and Haru leaning over me, I knew thay hadn't forgiven each other, but at least they were speaking. Because being hated is not as terrible as being indifferent. That is purely inhuman.

But at least they're talking.

I really don't think I was sick. I think my heart was broken.

I was laying on a futon - mat on the floor of the shrine. I sneezed. Haru and Musica were now on the opposite wall sitting back to back, bickering about dust.

"Guys, my clothes are all wet."

I hadn't realized what I said until they both blushed.

"Oh, I didn't mean...that... but I guess that's going to... happen..."

Maybe I should shut up now. And then someone made a point of finishing my sentence.

"You have to... uhh... take them... off."

Musica.

Haru gave him a stern look, but nodded in my direction.

I sniffed. "It's cold."

It's funny how I stated the obvious. My heart was broken, not my brain.

"There's only one room in the shrine. We checked. There's no Rave stone. The city used it to draw attention to themselves. And no one could have possibly taken it. There's no place to guard it, anyway." Haru said. His voice was faltered.

"So where will I change!" I yelled. My voice controlled itself.

"Right here." Musica said simply.

I was taken back by his harshness, but I was feeling terrible. I admit. I was sick. But I got up and went over to the corner, as Haru handed me his shirt.

"Sorry, it's all we have right now. It's damp, though. Not wet..."

"Thanks..."

Oh no. His shirt is in my hand. It's not on him.

Don't look Elie, don't look! Don't look!

Too late.

I felt my face heat up, and Haru blinked at few times. The boy is hot!

"Maybe you should take your pants off, too." Musica commented.

I laughed really hard, I almost teared.

Haru narrowed his eyes and went to face Musica.

"You wanna piece of this!"

(A/N: I imagine Haru swinging his hips ans singing, "I like to move it, move it!")

"Pervert! I'm straight!"

"What! Hey, in your dreams!"

Watched them fight, with a look of pity... mixed with happiness. That feeling was so foreign to me now. But it was mostly pity. Amused pity.

I managed to change into Haru's shirt, with out them seeing more than they were supposed to. I hugged myself, Haru's scent still lingered on his shirt.

How things had changed.

"Stop it!" I finally yelled. Their job was done, anyway.

They stopped punching each other long enough to see my tonfa blasters in hand... and the fact that Haru's shirt barely covered my underwear, with my arms up in the air like that. They had polka dots in seven different colors. They stared long enough to count.

Boys can be such...pigs.

I know you guys will kill me for ending this chapter here, but I have a mixture of inspiration, and writer's block. I think my muse is dead.

Ja ne.