You're my moon.

Sorry for the wait, was on holiday and couldn't get inspired to write, please enjoy!

Chapter 2.

Kyo POV

I sighed as I finally saw Shigure's house in the far distance, I must have been walking only ten minutes yet with the way I felt now it seemed like years. I began to relax a little as the familiar building came closer and closer as I dragged my feet towards it. I felt really worn down by the fight with Kagura, wonder why? Maybe it's going to rain tomorrow. I hate the rain. I began to unbutton my school shirt, intending to go straight upstairs and change; ditching these clothes would be heaven right now.

As I undone the last button I gazed down at my chest, my shirt was covered in blood and it had soaked right through to my skin, I sighed again, clearly this wasn't my day. The breeze had died down now, and I could hear the cars from the main road stream past. The leaves of the trees swayed gently in the air as if trying to escape from the branches; which held them captive. The ground was solid underneath my shoes and I could feel every stone, and every little hole, it made no difference if I wore shoes or not.

Up ahead I could see the familiar tree root that was once underground and covered by the mud. I smiled as I remembered that day; I had gotten so angry with Master Kazuma. He tried to force me to eat those stupid leeks, he even tried to blend them into my rice but I could see right through him. Maybe I was a little stupid…maybe I shouldn't have tried so hard to throw that tree at him. Laughing, I stopped just beside the tree, the roots were almost ripped apart from the ground, I hadn't noticed before that I could've got it free if Kazuma hadn't tackled me to the floor, trying to calm me down.

I squatted down next to the tree and as I placed my hand upon the old bark of the trunk I noticed something else too. I could feel cracks under my fingers, I smirked, maybe I was strong enough, back then anyway. As I stroked the rough skin of the tree the feeling of anger drained from my body, it was as if the memory itself made me realise how strong I've become since that day. Maybe I don't need to beat Yuki after all.

'What the hell am I thinking?' I punched into the tree angrily, my hand turned white as my fist tightened against the pain. Jumping up I began to storm to the house, only to be stopped dead in my tracks. 'What the…?' My eyes blinked, as if they couldn't believe what they were seeing. A black, smooth-finish RC51, Honda, motorbike was parked just outside Shigure's house. It shone brighter than the sun, yet was clearly as dark as night, I couldn't keep my eyes off it.

I walked slowly up to the bike with my left hand outstretched, I touched the smooth paint work, it felt like silk against my rough skin. It felt like I was stroking the finest of leather yet I felt that leather could never be his fine. I ran my hand alongside the seat, just wishing I could ride a bike like this someday, it would be so cool. 'Wonder who owns it?' I finished caressing the bike slowly and decided to go and ask Shigure whose bike was it.

Sliding the door silently open, I kicked off my shoes and placed them neatly into the rack by the door. I quickly ran upstairs, to the bathroom and began to wipe off the blood that was speckled across my pale skin. Throwing my black school shirt into the hamper I rushed to my room in search of a new top. As I went to open my built-in cupboard I noticed that I'd accidentally left my window open this morning, but decided that a nice breeze was coming in, I left it as it was.

Opening my cupboard, I noticed that all my tops were gone. I sighed; maybe Tohru hadn't been able to do my clothes yet. I couldn't blame her, she did all of the housework as well as the cooking, but I couldn't help the fact that I had nothing to wear over my shoulders. 'Maybe there's one in the dryer.' I thought as I walked casually downstairs towards the laundry room. We normally would hang out clothes to dry but the weather's been quite horrible recently.

I jumped the last three steps and landing cat-like on the floor, but then I heard a voice, a hushed voice coming from the living room. Shigure replied with his usual flirtatious laugh, the one that would always piss me off when he talked to Tohru, the one that made me and Yuki think the same thing, 'shut up you, pervert!' At least Yuki never spoke his mind all the time.

I straightened up and slowly crept forward, I could hear another voice I recognized, Hatori's. At least with Hatori around, Shigure would behave a little more, I hope. As I got closer I could hear the hushed voice a little more, it was a girl's voice. Her voice sounded calm, yet it seemed to be full of sorrow. I thought nothing of it until I reached the middle of the hall, in between the doors for the kitchen and the living room. Shigure must have said something funny, because a second later the air filled with the most beautiful laughter I had ever heard, it was soft and full of happiness. Birds would be jealous of such a sound. Describing it was like saying how water tastes. Impossible.

At that moment, I quickly yanked the door across to see all three of them sitting around the table with nothing in front of them except a cup of tea each and a single piece of paper with, what seemed to be an essay written on it, at the bottom of the essay was a space where Shigure's signature was scribbled. Shigure himself was on his side crying as he laughed, Hatori was having difficulties trying to stifle giggles, and as for the girl, she was still laughing. Her hand held in front of her mouth as she tried to calm down. She dressed all in black, like the night with a studded belt going around her slim waist. Her nails were painted a bright green, which matched her amazing eye shadow. Stars were pained with black eyeliner around the side of her face. Around her neck was a pair of huge headphones, which were, if possible an even brighter shade of green, and her hair hung short around her face, as if giving her luminous grey eyes a frame of jet-black hair. The back of her head was a mass of spikes, which looked as though they could easily out-do a hedgehog.

Her face on the other hand didn't look as though she would kill you the moment she looked at you; she looked calm, like her voice and as beautiful as her laughter, which still rang clearly in my ears. She turned to look at me as her laugh died away and the instant her eyes met mine, they seemed to change from their original grey to the purest of black. I gasped as my body turned ice cold as fear wrapped it's huge, terrifying hand around my heart and was crushing with everything it had.

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