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Author: Stone Raven
Fiction Rated: M - English - Romance/Humor - Reviews: 14 - Published: 08-23-05 - Updated: 09-05-05
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Chapter 3: Where can I go?
THIS TAKES PLACE SHORTLY AFTER VOL. 5
PLEASE RxR
Text Key:
'Thoughts'
"Talking"
Dreams
Last Time: Not taking her eyes off the floor she walks quietly over and begins helping to clean up the shattered glass, but as soon as she bent and grabbed a shard in her hand she felt a strong hand grab her shoulder and throw her backwards. "Damnit! stay out of my way!" Mahiru wasn't about to give up just yet, over the years she had been with the lunar race her confidence had grown immensly, enough to allow her to argue with the amazingly stubborn tengu, anyway. So picking herself up she stared into his threateningly deep eyes "but- let me help." she said the last part a little more forcibley. "God DAMN IT I SAID GO! we have other tools for this sort of work, I don't need you! baka girl!" The thing Mahiru did next made even Misoka look up from his work. "DAMN IT MITSURU! FINE! Clean it up yourself!" with that she stormed off around the corner and down the hallway towards her bedroom. "d-did... mahiru... did Mahiru curse?" Akira said from hiding behind the kitchen door.
end flashback
Mitsuru just stared after her a moment, dumbfounded. "What's got 'her' worked up?" But before he could say another word Misoka's foot met with Mitsuru's ass, knocking him face first onto the ground. "Idiot... I'll have to do some damage controll after we close tonight." Grabbing a broom from behind the counter he threw it at Mitsuru who caught it just bfore it hit his face. For a moment it looked like he might just chuck it back at the Ex-fox demon, but instead got to his feet and began sweeping up the glittering shards of glass.
Mitsuru's expression went from one of annoyance and bitterness to blank. Watching the shards of glass as each one was swept into the cheap plastic dust pan. Each one of them reflecting back the face of a blond teen... her expression angry, but also, in a way, defeated. Like that one thread of happiness you protect and hold fast to, had torn. Like she had expected and hoped for him to give her something, and he had turned her away. That was the look Mahiru had given him right before she stormed off. 'But why do I care?... what has she ever given me? I don't owe her a single thing.'
'What's gotten into him?' Akira thought, watching Mitsuru from the other end of the counter. Normally by now he would have yelled some tasteless insult at Misoka before charging out the door and slamming it behind him. But now he was just staring thoughtfully down at the shards, like he expected one of them to jump up and slap him. By now many of the people were leaving, shooting awkward glances at them before hurrying out. "Poor Mahiru..." he whimpers, fighting back the urge to let his tail droop and ears drop...
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Slamming the door behind her, kicking off her sandles and falling back on the bed near the corner of her room, Mahiru chokes out a sob. Her eyes wet, and a thin stream of tears falls down each side of her cheeks. "What's wrong with me? Why do I feel this way? Did I just curse!" she mutters to herself before rolling over on her side, Squeezing her fists in frustration, "KYAAA!" she squeals as a sharp pain shoots through her hand. opening it up she realized she was still holding the shard of glass she had managed to pick up. Pulling it from the cut she set it on her night stand and examined the wound. Crimson flowed down her palm and she watched as a few drops splattered on her jeans before wiping it off and wrapping a piece of clothe around her hand. She looks back to the window and cringes as a cold blast hits her face, the night breeze seeping in from the window she had left open. Below her the sounds of the last few guest, who haden't been much afflicted by the earlier scene, laughed and toasted their wine glasses. 'stupid walls, I swear they're paper thin' she complained. Soon at least one of them would come up to her room to see what was the matter, or to tell her how Mitsuru didn't mean what he said.
"yea, right." she scoffed at the last part. She had lost count of how many times she had been told 'oh he'll come around sooner or later, or he doesn't know what he's saying.'
Frankly she didn't want to be there when they decided to check on her. She would give anything to dissapear, or maybe go back in time to before she met the lunar race, or even heard of the teardrops of the moon, or before she met Mitsuru, who seemed to crush her feelings in his hand. Another blast hit her, making her sit up, and tuck her legs in. The darkness had turned the mild japanese day into a freezing night. But for a moment, something distracted her from her discomfort. A black iron bar that stretched just below her window sill. As she peeked over the edge she saw it to be the railing of the biuldings fire escape. "Well, I may not be able to dissapear forever, but maybe if I could get away for just a few minuets." she thought aloud as she swung one leg over her window ledge. "Kya!" she took a sharp breath as her bare foot touched the freezing metal. but gritting her teeth she swung the other over as well and began climbing the narrow stairs.
By the time she reached the roof she was breathing hard. The scene reminded her of her second mission with the lunar race, they all sat around a map of the Shinjuku Museum of Modern Art, a tear drop of the moon was being displayed there and the mission was to get it and leave before anything too sierious happened. It was hard knowing they had to steal it, and at the time she hadn't even decided whether to fully trust these creatures or not.
Flashback
'Th... This really is it. Everyone's discussing the job. And everyone's totally sierious about going trough with it...
...but... I suppose they have to be really... because in a few moments well be...
wait, we! did I say we!'
"mahiru?... Mahiru chan?" Nozomu waves a hand in front of her face. "You're drenched in sweat girl. Is the temperature controll device on your outfit broken?" Opposite her Mitsuru glares viciously at her "it... Its nothing" Mahiru stammers and looks down. "Look, if you don't want to do this than GO THE HELL HOME! Otherwise stop making such damn pathetic faces like that!" Mahiru pipes up, "How can you be so mean! It wasn't on purpose!" Mitsuru growls,"It was too on purpose!"
He went on to say how they didn't need the 'stupid girl anyway, or the Lunar Race for that matter...
End Flashback
After that he just charged in alone, determined to prove to everyone he didn't need anyone. Mahiru closed her eyes as she remembered the next part to the memory. The part where she watched Akira drag Mitsuru's lifeless body out of the biulding. the long flight home, and the hurt she felt. that he could be... "SO GOD DAMN STUPID!" she clasped a hand over her mouth when she realized she cursed again. but her hand was soon replaced by a small smile, a she remembered the feeling she had gotten when he opened his eyes again, and looked straight at her. and for the first time she didn't see hate in his eyes, or even annoyance, but surprise, gratefulness, and something else...but she had never been able to tell what it was. Glancing around the rooftop she finally walked over to the biuldings edge, where a railing encircled the ledge. Sitting down she held onto one of the bars while dangling her legs over the side. her Moon Shine uniform offered little protection from the cold night air, but it would offer even less protection against her friends who in about ten minuets or so would be at her door, only to find her room empty. Tucking her knees to her chest she wraps her arms around her body. Without thinking a musical note emitts from her throat, barley above a whisper, but lovley all the same...
"Princess Princess, why do you cry?
In the forest painted by the setting sun...
I made a promise to a demon boy.
That when the full moon ascends the sky in ten
that I shall become his bride."
As she continued to sing another memory came to mind... The big black tent at the WPF (World Performance Festival). Mitsuru had come to the rescue when he heard her thoughts. Saving her at the last possible instant, and leaping high into the supports of the tent. His arms wrapped tightly around her, resting his hands in her lower back. The feeling had been electric, and if it hadn't been for the sheer amazement of how he was able to hold her and not go berserk, she wouldn't have said anything, and just lingered th- WHOA WHOAH! She stoped her song at these thoughts. NO! she did not enjoy it when he touched her! he wanted to kill her! HE WAS A COMPLETE JERK FOR HEAVENS SAKE!
-the jerk you're falling for-
came the voice inside her head
'pfffft! HAHAHAH! yea RIGHT! Me? like Mitusru!'
-Well... it would explain why it hurts so much when he says things like 'I could care less if she died!'-
'Hey, that doesn't make anyone feel good about themselves'
-Ok then, why are you allways thinking about him?-
'I don't ALLWAYS think about him'
-Helloooo? where you not paying attention to those last two flashbacks!-
'it couldn't be...'
-But it is-
'never in a million years would I-'
-But you have-
'I have... haven't I?'
With this realization the voice left her, once again she sat silent on the rooftop- Cold and pathetic. Only now her problems had increased tenfold. Her dry cheek now red from the bitter cold air, felt the wet, warmth of another tear. Her insides twisted about, a pain shot through her heart and she did the only thing that came to mind... sing.
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Below, Nozomu came racing down the hall back into the bar room, where Misoka Had just finished putting up the closed sign. "Misoka! She's gone!" Misoka's glasses flashed dangerously. "What do you mean gone?" his voice calm. "What else could I mean! GONE! not in her room! MISSING!" Akira came bolting out of the kitchen, "GONE! We gotta find her!" with that he ran off, "Akira wait! we should think about where sh- AKIRA!" but the boy was already running out the door. "Damn it... Wait Akira!" Nozomu ran after him. Misoka giving a defeated sigh walked towards the rooms to check there. leaving Mitsuru all alone behind the bar. 'Damn girl... wonder where she is... not that I care.' suddenly he clutched his chest as pain shot through it, and he heard a voice resound in his head
"Princess Princess, why are you scared?
In the far-off reaches of the highest mountains?
I hear the cry of a demon boy,
that if women truley re as fickle as the phases of the moon
Then surley I shall capture and devour her."
He felt his body grow cold and something wet graze his cheek, but when he brought his hand to his face he found nothing. "So that's where you are..." he mumbled to himself before walking slowly over to the stair well.
Mahiru finished the song and laid her head against the cold iron bar. it wasn't comfortable, but she soon found sleep and drifted into blissful nothingness. From the shadows behind her a familiar silhouette watches her shiver, and he feels his own skin begin to clam up...
End Ch3 hope you liked it! RxR and I'll update as soon as possible. 8D
and I proof read this one before I put it up! I'm so proud! TT.TT