A.N: Hey. Been a while, I know. Well…here is chapter two.

Disclaimer: I don't own Crescent Moon

-WithOneKiss,OurStareIsComplete – Chapter Two-

Mitsuru leaned against his wall, breathing deeply in the scent that lingered in his room. But what was it? It was a nice smell. But he couldn't quite place what it was. He crossed his bare room to the still open window and frowned. Sighing, he pushed his hands remorsefully in his pockets thinking about what he'd done last night, and the fact that he would have to do it this night as well. There was a quiet knock on his door. He glanced his head in the direction of the door and then turned back to the window, rolling his eyes irritably. When would they learn to leave him damn well enough alone?

'What?' He grunted as the door opened.

'Misoka says you're to come down stairs and pick up a shift.' Mahiru said quietly. Mitsuru turned around. Things had been very subdued between the two of them, he noted, since they'd had the weird staring moment. Mahiru grinned a little, and Mitsuru was taken aback. Stop looking at me like that!! Mitsuru thought, alarmed. He brushed past Mahiru and walked down stairs, with Mahiru following. Misoka glanced up from the bar he was serving drinks at.

'Mitsuru, there you are. I need you to do some waiting on tables. We're a little fuller tonight than planned.' Misoka said to Mitsuru who was looking dubiously, yet superior, around at the rather full bar.

'Fine.' He grumbled, picking up a notepad and pencil and going to the nearest table that had no food and asked them if they were ready to order.

'Oh, we're fine.' Said the rather high class looking lady sitting at the table. She beckoned a red-taloned finger at him, wanting him to lean in. 'Do you think,' she asked discreetly, 'you could get that handsome young man over there to sing a song for us?' She looked slyly over at the handsome Nozomu with a suggestive raise of her eyebrow. Mitsuru followed her gaze and his face screwed up in horror. He opened his mouth to tell the woman just what he thought about "that handsome young man" when he was interrupted.

'Certainly, ma'am.' Said a bright, cheery voice from Mitsuru's side. Mahiru was placing down the drinks that the table had ordered. 'That's one rum and coke, a glass of Shiraz, and a lime mineral water.' She handed the drinks to their respective persons. 'Are you waiting on food?' She asked, leaning back up straight and placing the empty drinks tray against her stomach. Mitsuru glanced at her, noting the way she tipped her head so innocently to one side, and smiled like there was nothing she would rather do than wait hand and foot on these people. 'Okay, which song would you like him to sing?' She tucked some stray hairs behind her ear, brushing her elbow against Mitsuru's arm as she did so. Mitsuru felt jolted.

'Oh, nothing in particular. We just want him to sing.'

'Okay, I'll go tell him.' Mahiru smiled brightly again at the customers, and then at Mitsuru, who stared, before waltzing off to see Nozomu. Mitsuru took the orders of another table, staring rather transfixed at Mahiru, with his mouth open. He saw how Nozomu's face brightened when he saw her come over and talk to him, how Nozomu pulled down his sun glasses to better look at her, how he casually brushed her shoulder in assurance that he would sing.

'Excuse me…young man?' Mitsuru jumped and looked down. He'd stopped listening to the people who were ordering. He cleared his throat. 'Ahem. Sorry. Could you run that by me again?' He pushed his pencil to the paper, nodding as he wrote. He turned away to go give the paper to Akira who was running around the kitchen flat out, cooking meal after meal but looking like he was having the time of his life. Mitsuru ripped off the piece of paper and stuck it on the little spike that held all the papers with the orders on them. He turned back, only to be met by Mahiru who also needed to place an order on the spike. She smiled as she and he made eye contact. Mitsuru looked away. He was unnerved all of a sudden. Mahiru watched him walk away from her with a thoughtful, yet sad look on her face. Misoka stood behind the bar, slowly wiping a glass watching the strange scene in front of him. He squinted his eyes pensively, looking from the moody Mitsuru, to the optimistic Mahiru. Now this is interesting. He thought.

At 11 o'clock, the customers had finally dwindled down to zero after a hectic night. Akira was in his kitchen cleaning his gear with a very specific method which he trusted to himself, and himself alone, to perform accurately. Mahiru was walking around the empty tables, cleaning and picking up the odd stray glass every now and then. Misoka had a mop out and was washing the floor, while Nozomu and Mitsuru were arguing over how to pack up the PA system correctly.

'Hey, Mitsuru, could you pass that glass over to me?' Mahiru asked, her fingertips stretched out to a glass just beyond of her reach. Mitsuru glared at her, as though being asked this simple question offended him.

'Why should I get it for you?' He snarled.

'I can't reach it from here because the floor was just washed and I don't want to dirty it. And you can reach it from where you are, and because Akira needs to wash it. That's why.' She stretched out a little further, leaning until she stood on the very tops of her feet. Misoka shook his head from where he mopped, waiting expectantly for a Mahiru-klutz-attack. Sure enough, as Mahiru stretched just that tad bit further for the glass, and Mitsuru stubbornly refused to get it for her, she lost her balance. Her arms thrashed rather comically in the air, and her eyes and mouth grew wide. She shut her eyes, prepared for the crash, but it never came. She became aware of support on her shoulders. She looked up, surprised, to see Mitsuru's scowling at her. He pushed her back up straight, roughly forcing the glass into her hands.

'Watch where you're going.' He muttered, ignoring the tingly sensation in his hands from touching Mahiru. He looked at his watch. 'I'm going out.' He said loudly, sweeping rather dramatically from the room, grabbing his jacket from a hanger as he went. Mahiru tipped her head to one side. She untied her waitress apron and hung it on its own hook that had a brass plaque reading her name. She stole quickly upstairs and ran into her room in time to look out the window and see Mitsuru flying away, supported effortlessly by the wind. Mahiru watched him shrink into a speck and sighed. He really is so magical she thought to herself vaguely, almost dreamily. She leaned on her windowsill, cupping her head in her hands and shutting her eyes. Slowly she exhaled a deep breath and began to think.

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Mitsuru flew hundreds of feet above the ground, a mere speck to any looking up at him. He landed gracefully on a rooftop a fair way from the Moonshine.

'You made it.' Said a rather surprised voice to Mitsuru's left. Mitsuru placed his hands in his pockets, stared at the ground and stood in away that clearly showed he did not wish to be there.

'Yeah.' Mitsuru said, looking up at last into the speaker's eyes. A very attractive woman of an age just exceeding 19 stood with a satisfied smirk, rather similar to Misoka's all knowing smile, in front of Mitsuru.

'I wasn't sure if you would be coming back.' She mused, playing with a strand of her vivid blue hair, keeping her intense green eyes on Mitsuru.

'Whatever.' Mitsuru said loudly, wrenching his eyes from hers. 'I didn't come here for you. I came for the money. Nothing else.' The lady lowered her head, feigning hurt. She pouted her lips at Mitsuru.

'Aw…and here I was thinking you were starting to like me.' She said, walking slowly towards Mitsuru. She bit her lip and looked up at Mitsuru innocently. Mitsuru avoided her eyes. 'How sad.' She reached up her slim arms and placed them around Mitsuru's neck, while Mitsuru had to move his stare from the ground so as to avoid staring down her shirt. He blushed a little, noting that she was pushing herself rather heavily onto his chest. She removed one arm from his neck and pulled his face around to hers and forced him to look at her.

'No!' Mitsuru suddenly shouted, leaping away from her and near the edge of the building. 'None of that!'

'But, Mitsuru…' She made him make eye contact with her again. Her voice suddenly became deep and mystical, enchanting. 'You know you like me…' She whispered. Mitsuru stared hungrily into her eyes. 'That's better.' She said huskily, stepping even closer to him. Mitsuru's eyes glazed over and he stood there blankly while the woman giggled, tugging at her hair. Mitsuru suddenly appeared to come back to sense.

'Stop that!' He shouted angrily, staring very determinedly to his right. He turned away from her and moved to the edge of the building.

'Oh, my poor baby Mitsuru.' She simpered, putting her arms around him from behind. 'Don't you want to help me again? But you know you need the money. All you have to do is let me put my…charm…over you, and then you'll be fine. You won't even remember anything. Except to come back. You'll remember that.' Mitsuru forcefully pulled her arms off him.

'You're wrong. I remember everything. As much as I hate humans, I don't need to kill them, Saye.' Saye blanched.

'You really do remember.'

'Yes…' Mitsuru growled. Saye giggled.

'Well, I'll have to do something about that.'

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A.N: ooooh. What is Mitsuru doing?? Good question. I need to figure it out myself. Sorry if this took so long, but I've been really busy. Please review. Pleeeeeease