A/N: Well it's the same day I finished chapter one bout an hour later and I was also just talked out of running away. It's play practice for my school's musical of Footloose and I was naturally being ignored by everybody, so I went outside, cried for about half an hour to 45 minutes, before deciding on running away. And as I started walking down some steps near my school, I was halfway down, when my friend stopped me and we talked. I confided in him and he helped me. I owe this chapter and…hell I owe this entire story to him. I wouldn't be writing it now, so Kreed this is for you and thanks.

Disclaimer: Creativeness gene running low so I'm jus gonna say…I really, really, really wish I own Crescent Moon, but I don't…damnit grrr…I must go beg rights to own it so see ya later at the end of the chapter kk!

Chapter Two…Hidden Emotion

"Speaking"

'Thoughts'

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The soft chirping of birds filtered into the room along with beams of bright sunlight. Mitsuru's eyes fluttered open to see his window open and two lovely birds sitting on the windowsill. He sat up and stretched and swung his legs out of bed, standing up. "It's a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing…and also it's the perfect day to kill things!"

He pulled from under his sheets, two 9-millimeter hand guns and fired rapid shots at the birds and other random objects or places in his barren room. Laughing evilly he saw the two birds hit the floor. The door creaked open and Mitsuru spun towards it firing. He had expected the fox demon to investigate the shots but no; before him stood none other than Mahiru.

Of the three shots fired, two had hit her. One in the left shoulder, the other in the stomach. "Mit…su…ru" she whispered, falling to her knees, eyes turning glassy. She touched her stomach, raising her eyes to his.

"N-no…" he watched her slump forward onto the floor unmoving. Mitsuru's scream echoed through the house, shaking the windows.

Eyes tore open as a bead of sweat rolled down his cheek. Sensing a sleeping form right next to him, Mitsuru turned his head. The girl from his dream lay there, her face turned towards his, merely inches away.

Her head was snuggled into his shoulder, her arm resting lightly over his chest. Afraid to wake her, Mitsuru carefully slid out from under her arm, holding his breath. He looked at the girl and saw dried blood clinging to her skin and clothing. On instinct he quickly scanned her for wounds, not finding any.

When he glanced down at himself he saw his own skin and clothes crusted with blood. "M-Mitsuru…" His attention was back on the blonde lying on his bed. "What the hell are you doing in here woman." He snarled at her.

Her once tired face grinned up at him. "Get off my bed damn girl." Mahiru looked around, gasped and immediately stood; her face aflame. "O-oh…u-u-umm…a-are you alright Mitsuru?"

Mitsuru had to break eye contact with her. He couldn't stand the way she was looking at him… 'As if she actually cared.' "Stop looking at me like that damnit." He turned to leave but Mahiru lunged at him, grabbing onto the torn cloth of his shirt, right on his chest. "AAAAARRRR!" Mitsuru yelled.

"See… you're hurt. Now sit down!"

"Why do you care?"

"Huh?" She looked at him with bewildered eyes. "Why do you care about me?" Smiling she sat him on the bed and removed his shirt to tend to his wounds. "I care for everybody." Was her reply as she wrapped his chest with white gauze.

The touch of her fingers on his bareback sent shivers down his spine. Mitsuru's mind was recalling at the thought of her touching him so gently…so caring. "Mahiru?"

"Yes?" she poked her head from behind him looking at his eyes. Without her realizing, Mitsuru had pushed his face towards hers to where their lips met. As soon as they touched he pulled away. "M-M-Mitsu…ru…" She reached a hand towards him but he jerked away.

He pulled father from the girl still before he turned and ran out his door, all he wanted to do was run. To stop, to never look back, never see her again. 'But I want to…I want to see her again.' He heard his name but refused to look back into her eyes. 'Those gentle… beautiful…' "Snap out of it." He muttered. He ran harder, his lungs burning as he pulled farther away from her and finally loosing her.

After another ten minutes of running he transformed and took to the sky, flying over the blonde chasing him.

Mahiru watched Mitsuru fly overhead, her hand outstretched to him. A warm drop of liquid fell into her palm which puddle in the middle of her hand. She saw it was blood, Mitsuru's blood. "That darn boy reopened his wounds." She watched his form disappearing into the distance.

A/N: You all have had a little sneak peak of what's to come…you must wait about at least another 2 chapters though sorry, but next chapter there another little moment hehe…that's all I'm saying for now for you must read on for more and please review cause it really inspires me to type faster puppy eyes Flame if ya want and sorry for any out of character ness in any up coming chapters. !