A/N: Hi everybody how you all doing? Very long time no update from me; I can see that you're all probably on the verge of bringing severe amounts of pain on me so I'm going to keep this hopefully pretty short. First, if you have been waiting for the big kiss moment I'm gonna tell you right now that this is not the chapter you've been waiting for. Lastly that last word in the title of this chapter is spelled correctly it's just one of the words that me and my sister use to replace family. Why; I have no clue so now onto the chapter!

Disclaimer: Yeah and I'm an extremely powerful fire demon named Calcifer! And I don't even own that line dammit I'm trapped from all sides here, time to think of an escape plan…

Word Key:

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"Talking"

'Thoughts'

Dream

Tape Recorder

Chapter Sixteen: Festival Time! Part 3: A Death in the Fandamily

"Well, come on start walking!" Mitsuru half-shouted behind him. The two had decided on getting some food since Mahiru's stomach was growling like a bear. "I'm coming! It's not my fault that I have to run to practically keep up!" she defended panting along.

Mahiru had been paying no real attention to the boy ahead of her, so it was a sudden surprise to her when he stopped and she ran into him. She almost fell down but two hands had grasped onto her shoulders holding her tightly. (Not actual hugging…that's later.) She looked up at Mitsuru, for he was the one who had caught her, spinning around at the last moment. "Thanks."

"No problem, just be a little more careful next time." He said letting her go; walking next to her, his normal stride abandoned for more of a shuffle so that the Princess was able to keep up with him.

'Oh that was so sweet of you dear Mitsuru.' "What in the hell are you talking about?" He asked the voice, which was supposedly mad and was going to keep its damn mouth shut. 'Don't play stupid with me. I know you let her win that stupid game…After all it doesn't take that much noticeable wind power to make those things land where you wanted them to land.' "Damn, I guess you caught me."

'I probably wouldn't have if you had made at least one of those shots and if I couldn't see the wind currents that were guiding the balls. You have more brains than I thought…Oh and let us not forget my favorite reason of why I know, I am part of your brain dumbass.' "Gee…thanks. Now go back to being pissed off so you'll stay quiet." 'Aww…alright.' It was then once again silent within the boy's head.

"Soo…" He said trying to fill the awkward gap that had appeared. "What do you want to eat?"

Mahiru stared at him quizzically, "Huh? Mitsuru we aren't even there yet."

"Well figure out what you want now so you don't waste your time there."

"Hey, good point." She said, thinking about what sounded good. "How about apple-filled waffles?" The boy stopped for the second time. "Mahiru…" He shook his head, "A: that sounds completely gross and B: waffles are for breakfast, this is dinner."

"Hey people eat waffles for dinner too!" she exclaimed. To that he replied, "Well they're weird! We're not eating waffles!"

"Geeze alright don't go havin' a flying cow on me." She laughed, "I was just jokin' …Besides I don't think they have apple-filled waffles here."

"Thankfully," Mitsuru grunted. "I want spaghetti instead." She smiled.

Mitsuru sweat dropped, "Why…Ok…Obviously you're now just naming foods." He sighed, "Why don't you just choose pepperoni pizza or something along those lines?"

"Oooookkkayyy." She said in a smiley sing-songy voice.

"That…was just creepy." He said as he started to walk along. Reaching the food area he told her, "You go get us a place to sit…I'll go get the food. Oh and what do you want to drink?"

"Mountain Dew!"

"Diet or regular? Never mind, diet, you're already sugar high enough as it is."

"But I haven't eaten any sugar."

"My point exactly, so go sit down."

Mahiru did as she was told picking a table and setting her two new, recently won teddy bears down. Sitting down she smiled to them, "Well, this has been a fun evening so far." 'Which is exactly why I haven't told Mitsuru about that tape yet, if he knew about that, he just might blow a fuse' Mahiru sweat dropped, "Boy would that not be pretty." She mumbled to herself.

"What wouldn't be pretty?" Mitsuru asked coming from behind her with the food.

"Oh umm…nuh-nothing." Mahiru said quickly almost jumping out of her seat. "Wow that was fast." She said trying to change the subject.

If Mitsuru had noticed that she was trying to change the subject he hadn't showed it as he gave the explanation of why it was fast. "It was a shorter line than I originally thought…But the lady at the counter was dumber than a box of rocks." He shook his head. "Actually the box would be a genius compared to her.

At that precise moment was when Mahiru had decided to take a long drink of her Mountain Dew and she started laughing which caused her to start choking on the beverage, with some of it even coming out of her nose. The girl sat the drink down on the table and coughed to the side trying to remove the carbonated liquid from her lungs. While still hacking she felt a shift in the bench as a person sat down beside her. This person then placed a hand on her back, rubbing gently from side to side. "Easy now." This voice was of course unmistakably that of Mitsuru's.

Still coughing she turned to look at him and that was when a paper napkin was placed on her face to wipe off any of the drink that had somehow found its way there. She finally stopped coughing and allowed one word to escape her lips like a harsh whisper, "Owww…"

Before she could say anything else more she heard a quickly spoken apology from Mitsuru. Looking up at him it suddenly dawned on her at just how close they had become; both of his hands had wound up on her back and her had moved to his chest. If either of them moved five inches closer to the other then there would be no such thing as space between the two of them.

Mitsuru seemed to also notice this and his face instantly flared to a light shade of pink that clashed with his hair. She had an idea of what was going through his head at the moment in time, more than likely it was the same exact thing going through her mind; the obliteration of that space between them. Slowly she moved forward and slowly he moved backwards, like a strange game of follow the leader.

Eventually what will happen is that they'll run out of bench and gravity will take hold. When that happen Mitsuru found himself eye-level with both the table and the two teddy bears staring lifelessly at him. A barely noticeable shiver ran up his spine before he turned to look at Mahiru who was staring at him like the teddy bears were staring at him. This scared the shit out of him for she had never had this intense of a gaze and it made him feel that if she was able to stare hard enough she might just be able to look straight through him.

'Dude…I think you finally turned her mental through lack of oxygen by Mountain Dew.' The voice said; if it had a body or at least a head it would've been gapping at her. "Oh shut up, did not," Mitsuru snapped back, "At least I don't think I did." 'I think you did.' "Other than yourself, who really cares what you think?" 'Very deep down you do, very VERY deep down.' "Do I care about that deep down?" 'No, but- GAH watch out girl approaching!'

Mitsuru blinked out of the stupor he was in to see that Mahiru had leaned down so that she was eye-level with him. "I have to tell you something…" she said, running her fingers through his hair, making it stick out at all different angles. It also made Mitsuru gulp loudly for if she did anything right now he had no means of escape at all. "I still can't believe that you have hair gel in you hair."

"Don't think that it's going to become a habit," He said standing up and smoothing his hair back down. "This shit is nasty as hell and takes forever. Plus it makes me feel like I'm turning Nozomu and that is not a pleasant feeling; I feel like one of these days I'm gonna wake up and POOF! blonde hair." He said sitting down on the bench on the other side of the table.

Mahiru let out a laugh. "Don't worry, I don't think that'll happen and having a Nozomu look-a-like with your attitude would be somewhat on the scary side." She smiled at him to show that she meant it as a joke.

Mitsuru looked downwards trying to conceal a small smile. It didn't work though because as soon as it happened Mahiru caught him and told him, "It's alright…you don't have to hide your smile. Now come on and lemme see it."

As fast as that smile came it had gone and he snapped a bit more harshly than he actually meant to, "Dammit just eat the friggin' pizza before it gets cold!"

Without another word Mahiru picked up a piece of pizza and before taking a bite stuck her tongue out at him in a childish gesture. He looked at her for a few seconds before picking up a slice himself and eating it. The rest of the dinner after that was spent eating in silence.

While they were eating, high above them on the strands of lights that were strung all about the fair grounds was a little bat observing them. Not just any old little bat though; it was one of Nozomu's highly trained bats.

(The End that's all bye bye now. Ok I'm kidding calm down and read while sharpening your umm…weaponry.)

BACK AT THE MOONSHINE…

Nozomu was on the floor of the living room laughing his head off. For about the past hour or so he had been watching Mitsuru make a complete idiot of himself through the bat he had sent out earlier behind the two.

The only reason he hadn't gone himself was due to a certain fox whose won't be mentioned. (CoughcoughMisokacoughhack) He had made Nozomu stay home having told him to 'Leave Mitsuru alone for once.' And the best come back Nozomu could think up for it… 'You small evil meanie!'

Thinking back on it, the response reminded Misoka of a five year old. Though of course lately that had been how Nozomu was acting, like a five year old with that big obsession over threatening and beating Akira with a damn frying pan and spatula. 'One of these days,' He thought, 'Akira is going to wind up beating the mother loving crap out of him.'

Misoka stood where he was behind the couch for a few moments and when Nozomu hadn't stopped laughing; the kitsune did the only thing that could shut the vampire up. He walked over and kicked him.

At that time Akira had come bounding down from upstairs curious as to what all the racket was. "Nozomu has finally gone off the deep end and has not stopped laughing for about ten minutes straight." Misoka told the curious wolf. "And it's starting to get pretty damn annoying."

"Have ya tried kicking him?"

"Yes, just before you came down here. I don't even think he felt it." Misoka told him, looking down at the hysterical vampire. He hoped this was not the day he has to finally call the psychiatric hospital.

Akira also stood there looking at Nozomu when he got an idea. As the plan formulated in his head his eyes got bigger and bigger. It barely registered when Misoka looked over at him saying, "Dear gods not you too!"

With the plan still forming the were-wolf walked to the kitchen saying that he was going to start on dinner. After that it was quiet- aside from Nozomu's laughter- for half of an hour until the smoke alarm started screeching bloody murder and smoke was spewing from the kitchen. Immediately Nozomu was up on his feet, "Holy shit Akira what the hell you tryin' to do, set the whole damn bar on fire!"

He stomped into the kitchen followed closely behind by the fox. For Misoka when he waked into the kitchen area he wasn't sure which emotion he should allow to show, shock or humor. Akira was over by the stove, there were two twisted metal items on there, what they once were he didn't know but had a pretty good idea. A certain frying pan and spatula.

"It seems you had a bit of trouble with the stove Akira." Misoka smirked. The icing on the cake though was the look on Nozomu's face. His eyes had become about the size of basketballs, his mouth was open farther than jaw should have been able to open and he seemed devoid of all words.

Then finally he spoke with all the anger his voice could muster from the deep sadness that was enveloping him. "How…how could you? You sick son of a bitch, you killed defenseless kitchen utensils!" Tears started leaking slowly down Nozomu's face as he walked over to the stove and cradled the destroyed items in his arms, whispering softly to them.

He placed them back on the stove and slinked toward the garage area. "Now where are you going Nozomu?" Misoka inquired.

"TO GET A SHOVEL!" He snapped.

"Why?"

"CAUSE I'M GONNA BURY THEM YOU HEARTLESS ASSHOLE!" And he stormed out. About ten minutes later he came in from the backyard and grabbed his "friends" from the stove. When the door to the backyard shut again there came from the yard something that sounded like "Taps."

Akira went to the backdoor and looked out, "What is he doing Misoka?"

"No doubt his brain has probably fried and he's gone off the deep end into a dark black abyss that he must now pull himself out of…"

"Huh?"

"He's finally gone crazy. Now go upstairs and get ready." Misoka told the were-wolf turning to exit the kitchen.

"Get ready for what?" The demon fox turned around with a mischievous look in his eyes. "Why we're going to a festival Akira."

Then Misoka left the kitchen allowing that sentence to explain all.

TBC

A/N: Once again I have delayed the kiss, this time I'm truly sorry, I haven't meant to torture you like this. I'll admit the first few times were a bit funny, now it's just getting mean. I shall now leave you to sharpen your weaponry and hunt me down.