Ultra Special Note #5:Oh my goodness, I'm such a horrible person! I haven't update in almost more than half a year! Oh, the shame! School's been so busy, and…well, nevermind. Anyways, the thing that matters now is that I am back and ready to go! So here's number 5! Wahoo!

Disclaimer: I so totally don't own Crescent Moon, even if I had a million dollars…wait…

Chapter 5: Flying Away to Ky-Uh-Oh!

The trip to the airport…took forever.

"Are we there yet?" Akira stared out the window at passing cars on the highway.

"Almost, buddy." Nozomu tapped the steering wheel with his index fingers.

"Hurry up! I want to get his over with as soon as possible…besides, it's a little too cozy back here…" Mitsuru scooted a bit more towards Akira, since Mahiru was on his other side.

"Oh, hush. We're not even 20 miles from the house!" Misoka's voice was muffled, due to the passenger seat that hid him from view.

"What's wrong with you?" Mahiru looked curiously at the tengu.

"N-nothing…"

"He's claustrophobic!" Akira looked at Mitsuru teasingly.

"I AM NOT!"

"Uh-huh. Sure…" Mahiru laughed.

"Shut it." Mitsuru put his head on his lap, trying to ignore the fact that he felt like he was going to hyperventilate.

"Oh, I know! He's happy that he gets to sit next to-"

"ARE YOU ALL TRYING TO GET ME MAD! 'CAUSE YOU'RE DOING A GREAT JOB!"

"Eep." Akira sank down in his seat.

"We're here!" Nozomu pulled in the lane that was marked for departing flights.

"Wow…I didn't know it was so…so…huge!" Mahiru stared out the window, wide-eyed and curious.

Nozomu pulled his parking ticket out of the machine and pulled his white Lexus RX 300 into the first level of the parking terminal.

"Everybody out!" Nozomu said cheerfully, going around to the back and pulling the five luggage bags out and setting them on the floor.

Misoka gave the proper bags to their owners, and herded the rowdy group of teenagers into the elevator.

"Now, here are the tickets." Misoka waved them slightly. "When you get out, start looking for Kyoto Airlines, all right? We have twenty minutes, so if you want you can go buy something."

Both Mahiru and Akira perked up at this news.

"I suggest gum, as it keeps your ears from popping. Meet at the gate at approximately-" he looked at his watch. "Thirty minutes after eleven."

"Okey-dokey!" Akira bounded off with Mahiru, on their way to the candy shop as soon as the doors opened.

"Hey, Mitsuru! Come with me to the clothes shop. I'm gonna get a sweatshirt; I forgot to pack one." Nozomu looked sideways at him.

"Fine, whatever." The tengu tagged along after the vampire. He didn't feel like escaping…he was just too tired.

They entered the store, and Nozomu selected a light blue sweatshirt.

"Oh, this one's nice…what do you think? This definitely shows a cute side; kind, too."

"Er…sure." Mitsuru didn't get it.

"it would probably protect me as best it could from the cold…but would I take the time to love it back?" The blonde looked closely at him, trying to see whether or not he understood his point.

Mitsuru stared at him blankly. "What the-"

"I notice that sometimes… you leave your clothes on the ground and trash 'em. If I gave you this…would you do the same?"

"Now you're speaking in riddles. Just great…"

"Yes!" Nozomu pounded the air with his fist. "At least we got this far! Party!"

"Just buy your stupid sweatshirt. I'm leaving to go meet Misoka, got it?"

"Yes, sir!" Nozomu grinned. "Later, man!"

Mitsuru strided off, looking (in Nozomu's opinion) majorly confused. But he was actually thinking pretty hard. Lying down on a bench, he looked up through the glass ceiling to the blue sky above.

What was that all about?

XXXXX

"Flight 131 to Kyoto, please prepare to board. Have your tickets ready in order to check them easily to board smoothly. Thank you!"

People began to line up for the flight, talking and laughing. Mitsuru couldn't stand it.

"Where the HELL are Akira and Mahiru!"

Fellow passengers around him began to whisper and sneak glances at the impatient teen.

"Patience, lightning rod freak/boy/weirdo…Patience…" Nozomu leaned against a pole, closing his eyes.

"How'm I supposed to be patient with you calling me names!"

"Are you worried for her safety?" Misoka looked at him over his glasses.

"Eh? Of course not…" He began fiddling with his coat buttons.

"Uh-huh. Sure…" Misoka began looking around.

"Shh! Don't spoil his cover-up. We believe him (not)…"

"Ahh, shaddup."

"The lines almost gone…"

"Here they come!" Nozomu said cheerfully.

"Hi, sorry about the wait!" Mahiru said breathlessly, running up to them. "Akira just HAD to get jelly beans…"

"What does that have to do with anything? You're slow!"

"What, were you WORRIED?" Mahiru grinned, looking up at him.

"Eh!" Mitsuru flushed slightly. "Just get in the damn line, you idiot. Next time, you stay here!" He walked away.

"Don't worry, Mahiru-baby, he loves ya." Nozomu smirked.

"Ah! That's not why I-why should I-I don't-" She put on her small pack and picked up her bag, now seemingly interested to get in the non-existent line. She was gone in a crowd of people, all of which had no interest in her love life.

"Well, that's all the little kids; let's go already!" Nozomu put his arms around Akira and Misoka. "pardon me, 'scuse me, we're with the short girl and the green-haired maniac up there, oops, sorry-" He began to make his way towards the disgruntled teens up ahead, Akira and Misoka close behind.

"All right, everyone, here are your tickets-" the fox handed them out, looking at them and selecting carefully what ticket would go to each passenger.

"-and please don't switch them, all right?"

"Why?" The tengu's eyes narrowed into chocolate slivers. "Why would you have to say something like that, hmmm?"

Misoka frowned, readjusting the ticket held lightly in between his fingers. "DON'T SWITCH THEM. Now go and enjoy your flight." He handed his ticket to the attendant, who ripped off the stub, smiled brightly, and said, "Enjoy your flight, sir!"

"Yes…I think I will…" The fox drifted off down the covered ramp.

"Hmmpf. Idiot. Must have put them in some sort of order to get me pissed off." Mitsuru shoved his hands deep into his pockets.

"Now why would you think that? I'm sure he has a good reason for all the insane things he does." Nozomu took his ticket back form the attendant and started down the hall. Mitsuru soon followed, jogging slightly to catch up with the vampire.

"First, of all, he doesn't do anything insane."

"True, true." Nozomu boarded the plane.

"Secondly, did you see that evil grin on his face? He's up to something, I'd swear it."

"maybe he's doing matchmaking."

"Shaddup, you old bat."

"Are you calling me a crazy old lady? You tryin' to insult me?"

"I suppose I am. Now, where's A13?" Mitsuru stepped to the side to let people pass.

"Yay! You sit next to me, Mitsuru!" Akira grinned from a few seats back. "I'm A14…"

"Oh god-no, no, no…" The tengu stared at him.

"What? Do I have something on my face?" The werewolf looked concerned.

"Looks like you're in luck! I'm-" Nozomu laughed.

"Don't tell me you're A12!" Mitsuru's eyes widened in horror.

"Ooh, you're smart! Now let's get settled in, shall we…?"

"Well, I'm A11…" Mahiru stowed her bag under her seat. "We can all switch seats once in awhile so no one gets too bored."

"Where the hell is Misoka! I'm gonna kill that fox-" Mitsuru cracked his knuckles.

"He got a seat in front; first class. That way he can beat us to the door." Akira sat down and sighed happily. "This is our first time on a plane, right? Let's try not to fight, 'kay, guys?"

"Whatever." Mitsuru sat back and closed his eyes.

"Psst. Are you ever gonna give your girlfriend a hug? A kiss wouldn't be too bad, either," Nozomu whispered into his ear."

"WHAAT! Look, you idiot, she's not my girlfriend, so you better stop buggin' me or I'll-" He paused.

"…Yes?" The vampire smiled sweetly, then looked out the window.

"Ugh. Dude, one of these days you're gonna wake up in hell, you know that?"

"What a lovely image. Now answer my question, for once." His arms rested on the armrests, and he looked at Mitsuru with a serious expression painted across his features.

"…I…I can't. Not now." Mitsuru looked across the aisle, away from having to admit anything. Mahiru put her headphones on, chose a CD, and closed her eyes to the music.

"Please make sure that you seatbelts are completely and securely fastened. To open them, lift upon the lever and it will release. Only do this during times when the seatbelt sign is off…" A woman recounted the steps while the plane began moving towards the runway.

Mitsuru felt his stomach flutter slightly. Could it be that he was…nervous? No way. He flew all the time, why would he—The plane lifted off, the highways and buildings vanishing into specks of dust in a pure blue sky. Yep , this time he felt it- a full flip and acrobatics of his internal organs. Oh, crap. He knew why-he was closed in, not flying freely. Who knew when this thing could have a problem—

"Are you all right, Mitsuru?" Mahiru's large brown eyes peered over at him, concerned. "You're clutching the seat…"

he looked around; it seemed that the two idiots were gone. "Eh? I'm fine."

She tilted her head, confused, then smiled and shook her golden hair.

"No you're not. You're scared of planed. I get it now."

"How-how could I be? I fly all the time, I'm used to-"

"But you're not enclosed, are you?"

Damn, she was good. He unlocked his hands, crossing them over his chest. "That's NOT why."

"All right; say what you will." Her eyes scanned the sky, looking over every cloud they passed.

He took a chance to glance at her quickly. Layered golden hair framed her face naturally, a black leather coat covered her shoulders, and a red turtle neck served as her top. At least she had style. And she was cute. He knew that, but-sometimes she was an idiot. Of course. Must be why he kept on blocking her, putting up a wall every time she talked to him. But, it wouldn't hurt to ask…he opened his mouth to speak.

"We're back! Didn't you miss us?" Akira grinned, holding a piece of chocolate.

"You-why-where-" Mitsuru was furious.

"Geez, man! Simmer down!" Nozomu reclaimed his throne, and looked confusedly at the tengu. Then it clicked.

"Oh! In interrupted something? I'm sorry!"

"Like hell you are!" He whacked him with a magazine.

"Oww! STOP IT, OR WE'LL SWITCH SEATS! You can sit with Mahiru, and-"

"NO!"

Mahiru stared at him, slowly taking off her headphones.

"I-I mean, I don't want to switch seats…"

"Alright, calm down." Akira yawned.

Nozomu leaned over. "I know you want to…"

Mitsuru said stiffly, "I'm NOT sittin' with you on the way back."

"Oh, come on now, I'm just being a matchmaker-"

"I'm calling the police for harassment."

"Again?"

Mahiru sighed. What a loooong flight. One hour left…

XXXXX

"Ladies and Gentlemen-"

"Boys and Girls!"

"Shut it, Nozomu."

"-Please fasten your seatbelts as we prepare for our landing. We will touch down in approximately five minutes."

"Yay!" cheered Akira. "I'm getting hungry."

"Eh!" Nozomu turned his head to look at him, slowly removing his sunglasses. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Didn't you just eat two minutes ago?"

Akira tilted his head, looking curiously at his watch. "Ohhhh. Is that all it was? Hmmm…well, I'm hungry!"

"..." Nozomu decided not to say anything to him.

The quartet had all switched seats, so no Mitsuru was given the opportunity to bang his head against the window in frustration.

"Hey, hey! Stop hittin' the window, Mitsuru!" Akira frowned disapprovingly at him.

"Yeah, you might hurt the window," Nozomu agreed, nodding his head seriously at him.

Mitsuru paused to glare at him, then continued to abuse the window.

"Happy Holidays…" Nozomu sang under his breath.

Mahiru clapped her hands with delight. Look at all the snow!"

"Hmmm? You sure that's not dandruff, 'cause I can't see a thing past this guy's head-"

"Oh, shove off, will ya!" Mitsuru leaned back in his seat, kicking the vampire in the shin.

But, in a sense, it was beautiful. The snow fell form the heavens, cradling the hills and buildings with a blanket of white. Of course, Mitsuru had to be the cheerful one:

"Looks cold. And pathetically…white."

"Mitsuru's words of wisdom! Kill of all doubts of unhappiness and depression so you can feel them 100 of the time!" Nozomu put on his sweater, shivering slightly. It was cold, and it did seem gloomy and dark.

"Could use a few more lights out there," Akira observed.

"No, because then dark-minded people would melt away or get lost."

Mahiru put down her magazine to glance at him reproachfully. "What's with you, Nozomu?"

He rubbed his eyes, which were slightly red. "I'm tired."

"Well, why didn't you sleep on the way here?"

He stared at her. "Princess, do you really think that anyone would be able to sleep with these lunatics seated on either side of you?"

"Hey…" Akira pouted. "I resent that."

"Sorry, but we're all lunatics, what can I say?" Nozomu shrugged.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have know begun our descent into Kyoto. Please make sure that your seatbelts are secured and that your trays are in their upright position, as we may experience some mild turbulence. Thank you!" the stewardess turned off the mike and headed into the cockpit.

"Ter-bew-lence?" Akira looked confused. "I've heard that word before, I know I have…"

The plane began to vibrate slightly, making its passengers shake back and forth.

"Ohhhh! Turbulence!" Akira snapped his fingers as he figured it out.

The wheels touched down on the pavement, screeching as they tore towards the airport. As it came closer to it's port, the plane slowed, finally coming to a complete stop at the opening.

"Thank you for riding Kyoto Airlines! Have a nice night!"

passengers clambered off into the aisles, laughing and chattering as they picked up their luggage from the storage apartments above.

"Well, here we go!" Nozomu extended a hand to Mahiru, helping her up from her seat. Mitsuru felt a twinge somewhere around his ribcage.

"And here's your luggage…" Nozomu handed her a bag.

"Why, thank you!" Mahiru said cheerfully.

Mitsuru leaned against his seat. "Yo. Bat boy. Worry about your own junk, okay? You're in the way."

Nozomu raised an eyebrow. "Oh my. Bat boy? How rude these kids have gotten these days. And so unimaginative." He glided off with his backpack.

Akira followed him. "But he always calls you bat boy."

"Exactly. He needs to think, to create a name that might actually insult a person. Bat boy, my butt. One of these days I'm gonna laugh at him. Then we can see what he comes up with."

"Oh, I can imagine…" Akira took a lollipop form the depth of his bag and stuck it expertly into his mouth. Abruptly he pulled it out.

"Did you tell them we're supposed to meet Misoka at the KyBus Station?"

"Erm…no." Nozomu stopped in his tracks, making a few of the people behind him shake their fists at him as they went around.

The vampire and the werewolf hurried back, but he two were already gone. Nozomu sank down against a pillar.

"I'm so busted,"

"Well, let's go find them. They couldn't have possibly gone that far. How long has it been since we got off"

Nozomu checked his watch and gulped. "Ten minutes."

"Ohhhh… in that case they could have crossed the first floor of the airport by now." Akira started for the bus station.

"Hey! Where are ya going? Aren't you going to help me look!"

The werewolf kept walking.

Nozomu threw a can at him. "STOP, DAMMIT!"

"Ouch! What was that for?" Akira rubbed his head.

"didn't you hear me! Help me look!"

"First of all, I didn't hear you. I was thinking. Secondly, this isn't my problem." His eyes narrowed. "Third of all, I don't appreciate being hit with cans. If you want help, chase after me, don't chuck stuff at my head."

Nozomu opened his mouth to protest, then slammed it shut. He bowed his head. "Sorry," he mumbled.

Akira's face brightened. "Much better! Now as for where I was going before you threw stuff at me, I was headed towards the station to inform Misoka of your dilemma. That way, he knows that we all didn't get lost and he can stay put. Go it?"

Nozomu nodded.

"Perfect." Akira flashed a thumbs up sign and a grin. "Now let's go!"

XXXXX

"Uhm…do you know where we're headed?"

"No."

"Can we go downstairs?"

"No."

"Do you remember where Misoka said to meet him?"

"No."

Mahiru grabbed Mitsuru's arm. "Will you stop for a moment and tell me, since you have no idea in the world where we're going, why we've been traveling around an unknown airport aimlessly for five minutes!"

"First of all, I don't feel like answering your question," Mitsuru said shortly, removing her arm from his. "I'm already shook up enough as it is, and I don't have time for answering your damn-"

"Why are you so shook up? Is it because of the flight, are being lost, and that fact that our bus leaves in THIRTY MINUTES!" She glared at him.

"…Actually…no. But if that makes you happy, sure."

"Eh?" She paused, then shook her head. "Whatever."

"Thank you. Now…" He turn ed down the food hall corridor. Maybe Akira was in here somewhere…

XXXXX

Nozomu and Akira hurried past the food area. No way Mitsuru and Mahiru would be in there.

I'm really starting to worry…" Nozomu scanned the crowd for the aqua-haired dude with a nasty temper.

"Yeah; Misoka said that if we don't find them in 20 minutes we wouldn't make it to our hotel rooms by tonight. He looked pretty upset."

The two young men paused outside of a sports store. Akira was silent for a moment.

"Hey, you know what?"

"What, Akira."

"If you stop your tongue at the right time, Kyoto sounds like Ky-uh-oh!"

Nozomu banged his head on the shop window, earning a few glares form the customers within. He knew that Akira would lose his seriousness and sanity sometime, but why NOW!

The werewolf peered at him. "you okay?"

Nozomu sighed. Oh, I wish. How I wish. "Yeah, I'm just fine, Akira; just great."

He could wish, right?

Ultra Special Note: Yay! Gomen, peeps! I had this typed up ages ago, yet never posted it! sobs uncontrollably The shame! Please review. Arigato!