A/N: It's official… I have been marked by aliens with the number 75. Nah, as much as some wish that were true it's not, I had my last track meet Monday and had to have a number put on me. Some people are asking 'When are they going to kiss already?' the answer is 'soon people' done with the voice of my religion teacher Mr. B. And I forgot to say in the last chapter to ne-ma-pa-sa-ra, that no I'm not from Ontario, Canada. I'm from Kentucky, the part across the Ohio River from Cincinnati, Ohio. That's all I have to say for now on with chapter nine.

Disclaimer: I'm sorry you must have me confused with someone else, I don't own Crescent Moon.

Word Key:

Text

"Talking"

'Thoughts' (except in dreams then it's talking)

Dreams

"Tape Recorded Words"

Tape Recorder

Chapter Nine: That Night

'It's raining pretty hard out there' and 'Geeze would ya look at that rain' were what most of the people were talking about at the bar that night as Mahiru served them their drinks and other such things. The rest of the boys from the Lunar Race were at the normal positions, except Mitsuru.

He had been gone all day since he got pissed at Misoka and hadn't been back since, worrying Mahiru to no end. "Is he back yet?" she asked Akira through the window that orders ready to be served were waiting.

"Nope..." he stated; seeing her fidgety he add, "Relax it will take a lot more than rain to kill him."

"I suppose you're right…Oops better get these orders to the customers."

The night continued on and by 11:00 p.m. the number of customers dwindled down to what it was usually like on a regular night at 8:00 p.m.

"Akira, now I'm worried, he's been gone forever. What if he was like, I dunno struck by lightning or something?"

"Princess," Misoka said as he fixed someone a White Russian, "Akira said it himself before; it will take a lot more than rain to kill him, and I'm sure that the same goes for lightning. Any moment now he'll probably stomped through the door and say something along the lines of 'damn stupid rain, it should go to hell.'"

A few minutes later the back door busted open and for the second time that week Mitsuru looked like a drowned aqua-colored rat. "Fucking rain, it should go down to hell dammit." He grumbled.

"Yes it should Mitsuru, and then when you go there it won't be so hot." The vampire who had gotten off the stage for the rest of the night, which would only be the next half hour, smirked.

"Fuck you."

The two were about to go into a fight when a stern voice commanded, "Alright already both of you. Nozomu, since you're not on stage anymore, go start serving drinks. Princess, will you help Mitsuru get himself cleaned up; we can't afford for him being sick."

Mitsuru sulked towards the back set of stairs making a 'squish-squish' noise every time he took a step. "I can take care of myself ya know." He mumbled as the blonde followed behind him silently.

"Where were you anyway, you were gone all day. I…I was worried."

"Since when the hell have I cared whether you care or not!" he spat turning around halfway up the stairs so he was higher up than she was, "And also, you owe me something."

"What are talking about Mitsuru?" she asked innocently.

He stared at her blankly, "You're shittin me. C'mon." Grabbing the girl by the hand he yanked her up the rest of the stairs and into his bedroom. "You know damn good and well what I'm talking about!" he snarled after shutting the door, blocking off her only exit.

She shrank back in fear, Mitsuru had been know to threaten her, but how tightly he grabbed her, Mahiru was sure that there were going to be bruises on her arm. The girl tried not, but she let a small whimper escape when she felt his grip tighten when he dragged her in there.

Mitsuru realized soon after he had slammed the door shut what he was doing, he was dragging her into his room; that was wrong, and could be very wrong when taken in a completely different manner. He sighed, almost like he was defeated and said softly, "Forget it, just forget it. Go on, get outta here…I know how much you want to." He stepped aside as Mahiru walked slowly out the door.

She continued on and slipped into her own room. Once there she went over to her mattress; she dug the tape recorder out when an idea came into her head, 'He asked for the tape player, not the actual tape…' She smiled, fair was fair right? Finders keepers, losers weepers; well in this case it was more like loser, deranged pissed off tengu, not an exact good thing but… one must find out the truth through means that aren't necessarily their style.

The blonde took the tape out and place it in the same hiding place as the tape recorder had been. After that she went over to the desk, Mahiru figured an apology note was better than actually telling him at this moment. She scribbled one out quickly setting the claimed object by it; Mahiru thought it best to wait for a little while, incase Mitsuru's temper was still inflamed when a snowball would stand a better chance in hell.

Reclining on her bed she waited, an hour, another half hour, until finally sleep made her eye droop lower and lower till all she saw was the insides of them. Mitsuru's thing could wait till tomorrow couldn't it?

Mitsuru yanked and ripped at the wet clothes that hugged his body, he hated that. The last time he wore just a traitorous white muscle-tee was when he was fourteen; Mitsuru wasn't sure how he got there, but he was at a party where there were older kids, alcohol, and a swimming pool.

They had picked him, of all people, to throw in the pool, only thankfully the shallow end that was only three feet deep or else he probably would've drowned. Once out the shirt showed what little bit of muscle formation he had and clung damply to his skin. It was uncomfortable, the wet shirt and the drunken human chicks staring at him like he was a god or something like that, causing him to bolt out of there in a flash and he hadn't been to a party or worn a muscle-tee ever since.

Once off he threw them in a laundry basket and grabbed a pair of clean boxers and put them on. The tengu felt like he was drained of all his energy and didn't bother finding other clothes to put on over top the boxers. He fell onto his bed falling asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, bad mistake. That allowed the part of his brain that was always running on thoughts of the damn girl, all the time it wanted to tell him how he'd done bad.

"You know Mitsuru, you shouldn't have grabbed her like that. You love her you damned idiot; you shouldn't be trying to cause her pain like that. Especially if you want her to like you back. As somebody who knew a lot about stuff once said 'violence isn't the answer.' Use that method, it's a lot more efficient.

After all, you did scare the shit out of her dragging her like that. Tell me is that how a Prince treats his Princess? I should hope not, if so this world sure has gone downhill. Now go and apologize to her, if you don't I swear I'm gonna –,"

"Alright all damn ready!" the tengu shout at himself through his pillow, "Just shut the hell up!" He rose rubbing sleep from his eyes, it was 3:41 in the morning and he going to apologize to someone, he must've been crazy; the fact that he was apologizing was proof enough. (a/n: it really was 3:41 a.m. when I wrote that.)

Silently, he crept past the rooms of the vampire and the werewolf to his desired destination of Mahiru's bedroom. Inside he saw that she was fast asleep tossing and turning every once and awhile; standing over the bed, he watched her for a bit when he remembered why he came. Not to watch her sleep, but to friggin say sorry then run like hell from that room; how did he ever talk himself into this?

"Hey…hey get up, I've gotta tell you something." He gently prodded her shoulder and she turned with her back facing him, mumbling something inaudible. He bent down close to her to hear what she was saying when her hand reflexed from the dream she was having, and the long nails collided with part of his nose. They scratched it to the point of bleeding and Mitsuru being knocked backwards onto his rear end with a loud 'thud'.

"Oww…damn she's got a set of nails. I think she drew blood." He pulled his hand away to see the red liquid cover his fingertips. "Shit that hurt…"

Mahiru groaned and woke up, her hand had hit something then that something went crashing to the floor. She gasped, "OhMiGosh, Mitsuru! I'm so so sooooooo sorry, and you're bleeding too."

He just sat there, staring idiot in shock; not only was he in her room at an ungodly hour, but he was also just in boxers, how stupid could he get? "I- uhh…I- umm" He tried so hard and failed miserably on his apology at that so moment. "It's fine…I'm pretty sure the bleeding's stopped by now."

Mahiru got up and rushed over to her desk, pulling out a box of band aides from one of the desk drawers. With the way she always got cuts and stuff, it was good to have some near at hand. "You're not taking chances with it," the girl commanded, "you're going to put a Band-Aid on it. Plus this kind, they help heal the cuts fastest." Another good thing to know, which band aides did what and which ones were the better ones to use.

"No." He pouted like a three year old, crossing his arms across his bare chest. "Besides, I didn't come here for you to play doctor on. I came…I came," the tengu turned a light shade of pink; it wasn't in his usual nature to say 'sorry'. "Sorry……For earlier, didn't mean to scare you." He muttered.

"It's alright, really. And if you be good Doctor Mahiru will give the patient a treat, plus this." Gently she placed the tape player in Mitsuru's hand and while he was distracted with that she quickly put the bandage on his nose. Looking at him with it on, she laughed in her head, 'He looks like such a dork.'

He glared when he saw her smirking, "What's so damn funny?"

"You should see yourself; you look like such a dork…but a cute dork."

Mitsuru looked down and became extremely interested in the little tape player, fiddling around with the different little switches and what not. Popping it open was what shocked him the most…it was empty. 'How the hell, where did it go? Damn she's sneaky.'

"Give me the tape that was in there too."

"Hmm…If I remember correctly, the date was only for the recorder, not the actual tape."

"Why you little…Damn you're annoying!" He seethed, if he had known this was going to happen Mitsuru would've…well he didn't know exactly what he would do; most likely have ripped her to shreds. "So…" the tengu glared at the human girl, "what do you want this time?"

"Wha-what do you mean by that?"

"Don't play dumbshit with me, last time you wanted a date. Fine I went on that, now what do you want for the tape, another frickin date?"

"Actually… yeah I do, but I don't know where we should go."

Mitsuru stood up and brushed himself off, at this point he thought he was on drugs when he said, "Next week, there's a festival type thing down by the river. We could go to that…if you want to that is, I mean, we don't have to if you don't…want…to."

Mahiru smiled warmly at him and nodded her head. "I'd love to Mitsuru."

"I'm-I'm leaving now…" He turned to leave when Mahiru stopped him.

"Wait a sec."

"Now what?"

"This," Mahiru gave Mitsuru a quick little peck on the check, "I said that if the patient was good, Doctor Mahiru would give him a treat ad I did. Good night now Mitsuru."

He was lit up like a bright red Christmas tree when he bolted out of the room, Mahiru giggling at his reaction. Maybe what she had done was a little cruel to him seeing his reaction though, made it all worth while.

THE NEXT MORNING

One week, that was the length of time she had been given till the next date, making her wonder, just exactly what was on that tape? Mahiru took out her tape player and headphones, snapping the tape into the machine she waited for what was; more than likely, about to tell her what exactly Mitsuru did feel about her.

TBC

A/N: Now that chapter nine is done I must say that…the moment(s) you all have probably been wait for has finally come…THE TAPE SHALL BE PLAYED! (Duntduntduuuun!) This means that if you used the word key during this whole thing, it's going to be changed for a few chapters. Also if any of this seems weird, it's probably because some of this was written at 3 a.m. on Friday night, ooh speaking of Friday, at about 10:45 I went to the movies yesterday night and saw STAR WARS. Tell you one thing I was staring at that screen with out blinking. Last thing, I learned birds chirp at 4 a.m. ok, see ya later, May the force be with you guys!

Thanks to you guys:

SliverShadowKitsune –You'll now be able to find out what's on the tape, warn you though it will probably really corny.
scathac's warrior –Mitsuru does have a lot of mood swings doesn't he?
Jesusgirl883 –Nozomu probably is and NO NOT YOUR FLYING LIMA BEANS OF FIJI! ANYTHING BUT THOSE!
Writergirl118 –It was short, probably because I'm not sure if I really like that chapter anyway.
Korii Shoujo –The whole Mitsuru falling on a floor is based on true events of my life, I swear that they use Pledge on the floor at my house…especially since I wear socks around my house and slip on the floor if I'm not careful.
Motokonobaka –People at my house are out to get me with Pledge I know it…
it burns –Hmm…possibly, not very sure depends on…well I'm not sure what it depends on, but it is very possible.
Senko Ryu –Well I'm mean to Akira because, truthfully, my friend tells me not to be mean to Akira because she doesn't like it and I'm a meanie. Plus every time we play Crescent Moon, we can always torture everyone but Akira to the point of death and I've always wanted to do a story where one of the characters hits the other with a frying pan.

And to everyone who reviews after I post this and those who've reviewed my one-shots, THANKS!