"Forever" Doesn't Always Last Forever
I have read so many Crescent Moon fanfics that I decided to write one myself! I'm bas at writing one-shots so this will have multiple chapters! Okie Dokie then on with the story then!
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Crescent Moon or Fruits Basket! "Santa" wouldn't give me the papers for them and the judge said no too. Maybe in a few years E-bay will sell me the rights, but until then I only own the manga 1-6.
As the rain poured down, drenched people crowded into the Moonshine to get away form the rain, eat a decent meal and listen to Nozomu singing. The Moonshine was rather packed for a weekday, making all of the workers to work longer shifts. Everyone was busy, Akira in the kitchen making peoples orders, Nozomu singing on the stage with Misoka as back up. Katsura in her female form was playing the piano. Mahiru was taking peoples orders and Mitsuru was in charge of the bar and drinks.
Smiling Mahiru took another order to Akira and watched as he skillfully flipped the food in the pan while spinning in a circle. Laughing slightly to herself Mahiru started to clap as she placed the order in front of Akira. Startled Akira turned to see Mahiru, instantly his ears and tail appeared as he smiled happily at Mahiru.
"Akira, put your ears and tail away before anyone sees you." Mahiru said as she picked up the dish he had just created.
"Awwww, but nobody can see me in here." Akira said stubbornly, as his ears and tail disappeared.
"When we close tonight, then you can have ears and a tail Akira, but until then, don't. Okay." Mahiru said as she exited the kitchen letting the door swing close as she went off to go find the person whose meal she had.
A few hours later the moonshine closed and everyone was finally allowed a break. Mahiru sat on the stage, her feet swinging off the side as she waited for the floor to dry. It seemed like she would be stuck there for a while since she had washed the entire floor until she was stuck stranded on the stage. Misoka, Nozomu and Akira had finished their chores long ago and had retired upstairs in their rooms. Now it was just Mahiru and Mitsuru left, who was busy washing the last of the glasses. Mahiru silently cursed the floor and her self for washing herself into isolation. It would be another half hour at least before the floor dried, and if she walked across the floor, she'd have to wash the floors all over again. Boredom getting the best of her, Mahiru decided to try something a little drastic.
"Mitsuru can you come here for a second." Mahiru said as she stood at the edge of the stage.
"And, why should I do what you say?" Mitsuru said venomously.
"Please! But ya gotta fly over here because the floors still drying and I don't want to wash it again." Mahiru said while pouting.
"NO!" Mitsuru said as he crashed a glass down on the table.
"I'll tell Misoka and the others that you didn't come and pick me up like you were supposed to and I had to walk home." Mahiru said as she tried her hardest to suppress the grin that was threatening to grace her face.
"Damn human, using blackmail." Mitsuru grumbled as he somehow managed to fly over to the stage. "What the hell do you want!"
"Fly me back over to the bar." Mahiru said sweetly, unaffected by Mitsuru's cold words.
"Hell no, you can wait for the floor to dry." Mitsuru said sourly.
"Alright then, I'll just have to tell Misoka about you not picking me up today." Mahiru said as she walked up to Mitsuru so that she was only a few feet away from him.
Grunting in disgust Mitsuru loosely wrapped his arms around Mahiru's waist as the wind started to swirl. They were only in the air a few sseconds before they crashed roughly into the ground. Mitsuru's winds were unable to hold them both due to the limited amount of accessible winds. As they crashed back down onto the Mahiru yelped in pain as her ankle twisted. Mitsuru who had somehow ended up underneath her was very pissed to say the least.
"Get off me you damn women." Mitsuru hissed angrily, not wanting the others to here him screaming and come investigating, because then they would find about the little fact that he ditched Mahiru today.
As Mahiru attempted to get up and off of Mitsuru, she yelped again as pain seared through her ankle, which she insistently grabbed.
"Owww! I can't move Mitsuru, my ankle hurts too much." Mahiru said slowly as she rubbed her hurt ankle.
"Damn it!" Mitsuru said as he pulled them both back to the wall so that they would have something to lean back against. Carefully for once, Mitsuru picked Mahiru up, off of himself and placed her down gently next to him. "Now we have to wait here till the floors dry! Damn it all. This is all your fault you damn human!" Mitsuru screamed at Mahiru quietly so that nobody upstairs could hear.
The pain of her ankle and Mitsuru's harsh words were too much for Mahiru as she started to sob and shake uncontrollably. In an attempt to move farther away from Mitsuru, Mahiru started to fall sideways off of the stage, only to be caught quickly by Mitsuru as he pulled her back up onto the stage. Mahiru continued to try to move away from Mitsuru but all of her attempts failed. Giving up, she allowed Mitsuru to reposition her so that she was resting against the wall. Leaning over the other side of the stage Mitsuru grabbed the piano seat cushion. Carefully he lifted up her hurt ankle and placed the cushion underneath it.
Mahiru sat shocked as she tried to figure out why Mitsuru was acting the way he was. Could Mitsuru actually have a conscious? No, that wasn't possible. So what was really up?
Yay the first Chapters done! Hip Hip Hurray! Okay peoples u read the first chapter of my story, now ya get to review it! Doesn't that sound like FUN! But seriously please review my short lil' chapter!