Disclaimer: Crescent moon is not mine. Oh but this story is.
Note: this is a very short chapter
Previously:
It was my turn for a photo. I walked up. Holding my certificate. Smiling I waited for the picture to be taken. And as I looked out into the trees. I noticed a figure dressed all in black and grey, wearing a hood over their hair. Yet, I still could see the slight green strands poking out beneath it. Mitsuru! I started forward. Hoping it was true. But as I did so the figure disappeared. Swiftly moving behind the tree, out of sight. I came upon the tree, looking round wildly. He wasn't here. I couldn't take it anymore. And with that I fell to the ground sobbing and crying his name.
"Mitsuru!"
Oh No
Chapter Two – Wounded Winds
"Mahiru... I'm sorry, love" He whispered to the winds. To watch ones love in such agony and to not do anything to help would certainly eat ones soul. But Mitsuru never wavered. As he floated within the branches of this tree. It seems he was still resolved that his plan was for the better good.
But not yet was he able to pull himself away. To free him of this haunting torture that possessed him day and night.
The mere memory of his first kiss with Mahiru enough to produce a controlling need to be with her. To hear her voice. To feel her touch the way he did that last night.
Each night he waited outside her window. For the barest glance. Or to hear a word or two spoken. And each night he saw the same sight. His beloved would only shed her tears at night. Under the cover of darkness and moonlight.
He watched as her pale cheeks glistened where they should blush. Where her nose became red when it should be lightly kissed. Where her body shook and trembled with grief where it should be held and shake with release. All this disheartened Mitsuru. But never would these things change his course of action.
What he was doing was for the best. And he held to that resolve even if it caused him to slowly die within.
"He was here. He was just here. Mitsuru!" cried Mahiru between sobs. Clinging to the grass and ripping chunks out in her distress.
Why does he torment me so. He was right here. Where is he. What if I'm seeing things. no. He was here. I saw him. Oh Mitsuru. How I miss you. Why did you leave me. Why did you have to go. Why do I have to be alone. Mitsuru... Mitsuru...I need you..
And she stayed there until her aunt came to take her home. Still sobbing the whole way. Saying the same thing over and over again, his name. Eventually after much caressing and soothing words Mahiru did stop the flow of her misery.
And with that she fell asleep. Withing the embrace of her aunt. Finally when they reached the moonshine.
Akira gently lifted Mahiru out of her aunts arms and carried her out of the car. Mahiru's aunt followed Akira up the stairs to her bedroom where he layed her down on the bed. Pulling up the covers her aunt just said "I love you." and left. Leaving Akira alone in the moonshine with a sleeping Mahiru.
Meanwhile all this was happening Misoka and Nozomu had gone in search of Mitsuru. Just to be sure if it really was him. Not knowing where to look they started at the school near where the graduation had taken place.
They searched all the spots the used to see Mitsuru sulking in. They even went to Mahiru's favorite places.
Yet they found nothing. Nothing there anywhere except the rustling of the wind in the trees. Close to the evening they gave up their search. Concluding that Mahiru had to be seeing things.
Walking back to the moonshine they were suddenly confronted by a cold blast. The wind winded its way through their clothes.
Chilling them to the bone. And then came a sound.
That no one would have expected. The wind sounded as if it were whining. Almost to the point of a crying sound.
Never had they heard such a sound. And it sent them to an abrupt run. What the hell is that? We have to get outta here. They continued to run until they reached the moonshine. Only stopping once safely contained within its supposedly solid walls.
"What the hell was that?" Cried Nozomu
"I wish I knew," was all that Misoka could reply.
Akira hearing Nozomu's shout bounded down the stairs to see what was happening. What he found was rather creepy. Even to a werewolfs standards. He saw the oh so strong vampire. Curled up in one corner. And Misoka. Misoka looked a wreck. Hair wildly askew.
"What happened," He said as he bounded over to Nozomu. Nuzzling against his arm. Suddenly Nozomu unwrapped himself from his tight little ball and embraced Akira with a strength that hurt down to Akira's bones.
In answer to Akira's question a look paced over Misoka's face. One that displayed surprise and revelation. He simply replied with " It's was the wind. The wounded winds."
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Sabes