Disclaimer- Obviously I don't own Criss or his tricks. Also the lyrics in here are from a song called "Conquest" and are also not mine.

There was a funeral held for Milo, although the turnout was only four people-one being the minister and the other Luna. The hundreds of empty white plastic chairs that filled the section of the cemetery made a knot grow in Luna's stomach. She truly had been his last friend, and she'd let him down. Criss had told her not to blame herself, that Milo had already past a point of no return, but no matter what he said, Luna felt the blame sit squarely on her shoulders like a worn heavy jacket. The minister asked if anyone present would like to share few words. Luna thought it was silly for him to be speaking as loudly as he was since there was nobody there, but nonetheless she smiled at him and walked up near Milo's gravestone. She knew there was no reason for her to speak, she knew that nobody would hear her, but still she began as if hoping that working her voice sore would be enough.

"I think that when we come to these sorts of things, we should picture who the person was at their best," she looked distant recalling happy memories and smiled before continuing. "Believe it or not, Milo did have a good life before his…well… before now to say the least. He had a lot of friends, and a supportive family, and me as well. According to him I was the best of the three." She laughed a little.

"I first met him when I was studying at McGill actually. I was hoping to be a writer, and he was just sort of passing through at the will of his parents. We never actually met until the last year we were there, but I remember that after we discussed classes he tried to get be enrolled in the Advanced Placement Plot Theory course I was taking, and it proved to be so difficult. But he wrote about me a lot, saying I was his only inspiration." Tears were silently sliding down Luna's face, but her voice didn't waver.

"We came here to Vegas together, mainly because he craved the excitement, and honestly I crave men who crave excitement so I followed suit," she said and let out another soft chuckle. "But, Milo started to have some trouble here, and as much as it hurt him and me, he decided to not bring me down with him. So today, I'd like to offer an overdue thank you to Milo, and I know he'll get the message. And I'm glad that this is the way I can remember him, as ludicrous as that may seem. He thought of me before himself, and I'll always love him for that," Luna looked around at the empty chairs and bit her lip as she wiped her damp eyes. "Thank you," she said.

She took the flower that the minister handed her and gingerly placed it on the earth now encompassing Milo. She wondered when this immense feeling of grief and guilt would dissipate, and thought it probably was worse since they were in the same cemetery where Milo had last approached her. She tucked her head and walked over to her chair where she grabbed her purse and began to leave.

The last two people present at the funeral followed her. One of them put his arm around her from behind and she instinctively leaned her head on his shoulder. "Thank you for being here Criss," she whispered.

Criss turned to face Luna. "Anytime," he responded as he pulled her in to a tight hug and he meant it. It was about this time that the fourth man who had attended the funeral approached the couple. He was very tall and dressed completely in black.

"Excuse me, I know this is sort of inappropriate timing, but Ms. Crimson, may I please have a word with you?" the mysterious man asked Luna. Criss looked the man up and down in a protective manner and then released Luna from the hug who seemed equally suspicious of the man. She nodded and followed the man a few yards away where they could converse in private.

"Ms. Crimson, I'm deeply sorry for your loss, and I truly understand, because this was my loss as well," he paused and his large blue eyes searched Luna's for some recognition. "I'm Milo's brother Jim. I came as the sole representative of our family I suppose, since everyone else cut off contact after he…well you know. But anyways, I'm digressing from why I asked to talk to you. Milo often boasted to me about how creative you were, and though I realize now may be improper timing, I'd like to ask you if you have any works you'd care to submit to my publishing company. We're relatively new, and we're trying to get a variety of eclectic people to join us is kicking off a great business. You can choose whatever type of writing you'd like to submit, and if you haven't finished what you'd like to submit that's alright too," he proposed. He reached in to a coat pocket and handed Luna a card with some numbers scribbled on it. "That's the company number, so please consider my proposal and get back to me. And I'd completely understand if now is a bad time-" he paused and awkwardly placed his hand on her shoulder in solace. "-but I hope you decide to join us," he finished. Behind him stood an awestruck Luna, fingering the card in her fingers. She'd mainly sold bits and pieces to authors to include in books, and although she'd written a few novels, they hadn't been extremely successful...This could be the break she'd been waiting for.

"Favorite band?" Luna inquired. She and Criss were sitting in a dimly lit restaurant, where she was testing out Criss's so-called "mind reading" skills. The couple had been seeing a lot more of each other in the past week which followed the funeral. Luna appreciated having somebody there for her, who tried to make the pain easier to handle.

"Hm….State Radio," Criss replied.

"Favorite food?" She pressed on, still hoping to stump him.

"Well that one's just easy," he answered. "I don't even need skill to know this, since you pretty much attacked it a few weeks ago: Pizza." he answered and then sat back and crossed his arms while smiling smugly. Luna couldn't help but to smirk at his cuteness.

"You think you're so smart huh? Well here's a really tough one: What was the name of the first boy I ever kissed?" Luna's eyes implored, while the reflection of the flame from the candle on the table danced across them. Criss leaned in over the heat of its flicker before answering.

"Ah, that is a tough one," he said softly. "Maybe it'll help if I could access the scene of the crime," he whispered playfully. He leaned in to Luna who returned the gesture. The two were lost for some time wrestling tongues and sharing sweet pecks as well, until they broke apart upon hearing someone nearby clear their throat.

"I'm, uh, sorry to interrupt Mr. Angel, but your food it ready," the waiter explained before placing their dishes in front of them. Luna looked downward sheepishly; it generally wasn't her style to show such adamant public displays of affection. Criss however seemed completely unperturbed, and smiled gratefully at the waiter before looking back to Luna.

"Chad Thomas," Criss stated attempting to make Luna look up. He succeeded, because she lifter her head.

"Sorry, what?" she asked, obviously not even remembering their conversation before they'd kissed. Criss laughed a little.

"The first boy you ever kissed- His name was Chad Thomas," he said. Luna choked on the sip of water she had just swallowed. She coughed for a second while also laughing and then looked at Criss in awe. Okay-she silently admitted-that was amazing. Criss's eyes danced with pride as if he'd heard her thoughts. She just shook her head and then proceeded to eat the dinner in front of her.

Luna awoke to the next morning to a thumping under her ear. She looked around for a moment before remembering where she was and the previous night's events. Criss's large suite was now a mess, clothes splaying all around. Luna raised her arm and placed it next to her cheek on Criss's chest. She could hear his heart beating steadily, creating a fluid chant with his breath. As much as she loved what she was feeling at the moment, she really had to pee. She began untwining herself from Criss. As she started towards the bathroom she felt a hand grab her wrist. She spun around with a gasp to find a silly smile slapped on Criss's face even though he kept his eyes shut. She laughed at how cute he was, but tried to free herself. Criss opened his eyes and stuck out his lip in a pout. Luna giggled at him.

"Cwiisss," she whined in a little girl voice. "I gosta go tinkle!!" Criss laughed and reluctantly let go of Luna's arm and she skipped quickly to the bathroom. Criss slowly raised himself out of bed and began getting dressed. He heard the shower start up and decided he had enough time to go for a quick jog. He grabbed his ipod and a room key, and quickly scribbled a note to Luna before leaving the hotel room. He went down to the lobby and passed by all of the excited fans. He loved being with them, but they could wait an hour he thought to himself. He hustled out the door and began running. The music pumped through his ear buds, and his steps soon fell in line with the beat:

Conquest-
He was out to make a conquest
Didn't care what harm was done
Just as long as he won
the prize

Conquest-
She was just another conquest
Didn't care whose heart was broke
Love to him was a joke
'til he looked into her eyes

And then in the strange way things happen
The roles were reversed from that day
The hunted became the huntress
The hunter became the prey

Criss ran for about 35 minutes, and worked up a good sweat in the newly shining sun before he returned to his suite. He closed the door behind him and heard Luna talking excitedly in the other room. She emerged, while pressing the off button on her phone.

"Criss you'll never guess what happened!"

A/N -- Cliffhanger? Heck yes! Also, I'm sorry to any of you who were looking forward to a steamy scene. That's not my style, so this is as close as you'll get. Reviews? Thank you :)