Chapter 11: Sing me to life, love

THIS TAKES PLACE SHORTLY AFTER VOL. 5

PLEASE RxR

Text Key:

'Thoughts'

"Talking"

Dreams

-conscience/alter ego/little voice in your head-

Last Time

An hour later the Mitsuru landed in front of the moonshine, as soon as his feel hit the pavement he collapsed back into his human form on the ground, still holding onto Mahiru's lifeless body. 'Damn it get up' He mentally scolded himself and willed his body to its feet. Mitsuru crashed through the door and landed again with a thud on the floor. Inside the group of disgruntled and obviously worry-stricken demons jumped to their feet.

For a moment the shock of seeing their princess, covered in dry blood from head to foot being carried in by a struggling for breath and energy Mitsuru, made them hesitate. But Akira was the first to break the stupor.

"Mitsuru! Mahiru!" the werewolf skidded to a halt in front of them, tears already forming in the werewolf's eyes. "What the hell happened!" Nozomu said, quickly examining them and running his hands through his hair in shock. Mitsuru just growled at their stupid questions. "As soon as you're able to get up Mitsuru I'm gonna kill you. What happened!" Nozomu asked again and reached down to pick up Mahiru, but Mitsuru slapped his hand away. Picking her up he laid her down on the lounge couch and fell down to his knees in front of her.

"She's dead" Mitsuru put plainly, sitting motionless in front of her, his hands lay on the floor in front of him. "What? Akira and Nozomu both said at once racing over to her. Misoka watched from the corner, a single tear falling down his cheek but it was gone before a soul could see it. He walked over to Mitsuru and grabbed his hand.

Mitsuru attempted to pull away, but saw that Misoka was looking at what he held. "A pure teardrop of the moon? hmm..." The three boys looked up at him curiously. "A teardrop of the moon... the ones we have seen previously, were made back before any of you where born. Legend has it that they were created when the sun and the moon met one day. They fell instantly in love and were so happy that they went to God to ask for his blessings so that they might be married. But when God inquired as to how they would be able to look after the day and the night if they were always together?

Neither had an answer and God was very displeased that they should be so foolish. So he banished the sun and the moon to separate halves of the earth. Each night for a whole year the moon would cry for her lost love, and her tears soon accumulated into the teardrop stones we know today. But those tears were made from broken love, love impossible, but a pure teardrop,... that is created only by love fulfilled." She gave Mitsuru a questioning look. Misoka handed the gem back to Mitsuru who in turn held it out in front of him to give it a good look. Whenever the light hit it he could swear he saw mahiru's face,... smiling back at him like she used to when he was upset or grumpy to try and make him happy again.

Mitsuru squeezed the teardrop in his palm and turned back to Mahiru. Thinking fast he placed it between her hands and held them together in his own. He closed his eyes and began to search, for something, anything. Then it came softly, quietly at first but began to grow. The sound of someone singing.

'Princess Princess Why do you cry?

alone in your chamber away from his eyes

I wish to give him my love, but will he receive it?

I fear if he doesn't I surly will die

Mitsuru could see a small light that soon grew into the form of a girl, standing patiently watching him, as if waiting for something, yet still repeating the same verse.

Princess Princess Why do you cry?

alone in your chamber away from his eyes

I wish to give him my love, but will he receive it?

I fear if he doesn't I surly will die

Mitsuru reached out to touch her, but when his hand met her cheek it was ice cold. It was so cold it almost hurt, but he didn't draw back. In his mind he could hear himself singing, a different verse from her own...

Princess Princess why do you smile?

Sitting next to your demon prince?

He took my love and threw it away

and for many moons I was dying

but when he returned he gave back his love

in return for my own that he had shunned

I gave it to him in exchange for a kiss

and the curse of our ancestors is broken

Her cheek suddenly flushed with color and heat, and Mahiru looked at him with a soft smile. Mitsuru opened his eyes suddenly to see Mahiru still lying on the couch, the same as before, except one difference, her sides heaved up and down rhythmically, breathing deeply. Mitsuru let her hands go and saw the gem was gone again.

"Mitsu?" Mahiru had peeked one eye open and was watching him groggily. Mitsuru didn't quite know how to react, and just stared back for a few moments. "You have a lovely voice..." She said quietly. Mitsuru snapped out of his trance and immediately wrapped his arms around her in a tight hug. But as quickly as her consciousness had come it was gone again and she fell back asleep in his arms...

"Mitsuru, why don't you put the princess in her room and come back. I believe you have some explaining to do, hmm?" Misoka said, calmly sitting in a chair across from the rest of them. Mitsuru did as he was told and took the now sleeping Mahiru back to her room. Once she was safely under the blankets he reluctantly left to go explain the long story to the fox, bat, and dog...

WARNING lemon approaching... and Cookies! yay! -next morning

Mahiru Opened her eye and quickly closed it again when a sunbeam illuminated her vision. A moan escaped her lips and she rolled over away from her window. She breathed deeply, taking in the strange but familiar smell of her own room, mingled with the sweet scent of the one and only akira's cooking.

"ow..." she said weakly sitting up and rubbing her eyes. When she looked down she saw someone had changed her into a pair of pajama pants, but her torso was shirtless and covered in bandages that wound around her over and over.

Then, without warning a bouncy akira came charging into her room. Carrying trays full of sweet pastries, cookies, and warm drinks. "I didn't know what you wanted, soooo- I made everything that sounded good to me!" he said proudly. He set the trays at the foot of her bed and walked over to her.

"Thanks akira, want to join me?" She looked at him hopefully, but he just patted her on her head and smiled. "Sorry, its tuesday, and we open early for coffee remember? Gotta go work the kitchen." He was about to open the door to leave when Misoka appeared in the doorway.

"Awake already princess?" He said striding in. Mahiru nodded and gave a small bow despite the sharp pain in her side. "Well princess that is good news. I thought I was going to have to wait a few days until you were strong enough but it seems I can heal you now."

(how convenient -)

Mahiru sighed with relief. Misoka motioned for her to lay down and he placed his hands above her. Two fox ears emerged as he began reciting something mahiru couldn't really make out. Never the less she could feel it working as a warmth washed over her bruises and cuts.

"There, a few minor bruises but that should be about the extent of your injuries now princess." He gave her a bow and was about to leave when Mahiru reached over and wrapped him up in a hug.

'you're way to formal Misoka' she thought to herself when she let him go. Misoka saw something that made a devious smile cross his face, and with that he bowed again and left. Mahiru stretched, happy that the pain was gone, and slipped from under her covers. She brushed her hair in the mirror and was about to go find something to wear besides bandages and pajama pants, but something made her turn around suddenly. On her window sill was a single black feather. Walking over she picked it up and twirled it in her hand.

oooh! lemon in next chappie. just fair warning. unless your one of the people who reads this and skips all the chapters except the lemon, then I guess this is just telling you where to go. --;;