(A/N) Hey there! Listen, I really, really need the reviews. I'll accept anything. Constructive criticism especially, please! I just want to be a better writer, so, if you review, you can help me. Please!

Disclaimer: I don't own Crescent Moon. Damn. :(

-WithOneKiss,OurStareIsComplete – Chapter Four-

Saye raised an eyebrow at Mitsuru, putting a bit more angle on the knife, showing Mitsuru that with one swift movement she could slit Mahiru's throat. Mahiru shut her eyes, tears leaking out from her clenched eyes and streaking down her face and sparkling in the moonlight. Mitsuru suddenly felt helpless. Sure, he was fast. But not that fast. Mahiru stood, frozen, unable to act. Saye met his frozen gaze and smirked.

"Aw, too bad, baby. Guess you won't be getting that money." She raised the knife slightly, and then brought it slashing across Mahiru's throat with a spurt of blood. Mahiru's eyes widened, and then her whole body slackened and rested against Saye's grip, blood steadily running out from the gaping wound in her throat. Mitsuru blinked, and then Mahiru was standing up straight again, petrified and crying, but alive all the same. Mitsuru frowned, confused, but Saye smirked. "Oh, did I tell you that I can plant images in peoples mind's with my powers too?"

"Mitsuru…" Mahiru whispered shakily. "Who is she?" Mitsuru couldn't bring himself to answer. He tried, but his voice stuck in his throat. Saye answered for him though.

"I'm his girlfriend. He comes to see me a lot, get away from you annoying people. He spends half his time complaining about them. You mainly, you know?" Mitsuru's face contorted with fury

"You liar! Don't you dare say that, you ugly wench!" Mitsuru roughly pointed his arm at her, all his aggression directed at her in this particular moment.

"Oh, you think so?" Saye said, suddenly hurt. For real. She pulled out a little pocket mirror and inspected herself quickly in it. "I couldn't get my hair to work today." She complained to Mitsuru, who was staring at her in such disbelief that it was almost comical. Mahiru slowly began edging away from Saye while Saye obsessed over her reflection, fretting wildly. "Aw, but I tried so hard today. What do you think is wrong with it?" She fluffed her hair, while looking enquiringly at Mitsuru for answers. A muscle above Mitsuru's eye twitched, then a shrill shout brought him back to sense.

"Mitsuru! Let's go! Now!" Mahiru screamed at him from the broken window.

"Right." He said, turning away from Saye and rushing after Mahiru.

"This isn't the last you'll hear of me!" Saye shouted furiously. "The moment my hair is back in shape, I'll be back to murder the both of you! Just you wait!" They ignored her. "Hey, don't ignore me! I'm the villain here!"

"You're right!" Mitsuru agreed as he climbed out the window. "All villains are ugly!" Saye looked shocked.

"B-b-but Mitsuru! H-h-how could you s-say that?" Tears welled up in her eyes and she stamped her foot. "I'm beautiful! I know I a-a-am!" Mitsuru scrambled out the window, shaking his head at Saye's stupidity. He got up, held Mahiru around the waist and he shot off into the air and landed them both on the roof of the Moonshine. They broke apart from each other and stood on opposite sides of the roof for such a time that the stars around them increased as the darkness did and they only faced each other again when all they could see of each other was their dark outlines, and a sparkle in each others eye's from the moonlight above.

"Th-thanks." Mahiru stammered, looking up at Mitsuru for comfort. She was severely shaken and could still feel the cold blade of the knife putting pressure on her neck as he barely drew breath. Her lips began to tremble and she pushed her head to the right, avoiding Mitsuru's gaze and tried in vain to blink away the tears. She sobbed and pulled at her bathers, realizing she hadn't been able to change and that she was covered in goosebumps from being dressed in something wet and being exposed to cold winds. Mitsuru shrugged out of his jacket and placed it around Mahiru's shoulders.

"I'll be right back." He told her shortly and he disappeared through the door leading back inside. Mahiru sat down the roof, shivering slightly and wondering why she and Mitsuru were remaining outside in the cold when they could be inside. Mitsuru returned within a few minutes carrying a towel and the clothes Mahiru would need. He turned away while she changed, a slight blush rising dully from his throat. He pulled at the neck of his shirt, trying to get some air against his face. Then he shook his head at how stupid he was being, and used his ability to manipulate the winds to play around his face which cooled him instantly. A quiet clearing of the throat alerted him to being able to turn around. Mahiru, now dressed, was standing only feet away from Mitsuru with her hands behind her back and a small smile on her face.

"Thankyou so much." She said and reached up vaguely to touch her neck, remembering how close she had been from death. Mitsuru looked up the sky to avoid Mahiru.

"N-no problem." He stuttered, wondering why this felt so awkward for him. Maybe because he wasn't used to people thanking him? Yeah, that's it, he told himself. He heard Mahiru take a step towards him, still barefoot. Mitsuru realized he hadn't brought out any shoes for her.

"Mitsuru?" Mahiru asked tentatively. Here we go. Mitsuru sighed inwardly. She's going to ask me about Saye, and then she's going to ask how I know her, and then she's going to ask why she tried to kill her, and then she's going to ask why I was meant to kill her, and then- "Would it be alright if I hugged you?" Mitsuru's flood of things he expected her to say suddenly stopped. He turned to look at her, and then, barely believing it himself, nodded. Mahiru forced his hands out of his pockets slightly and pushed her arms in between his arms and his stomach and then buried her head in his chest and sobbed. Mitsuru's nose twitched because a few strands of Mahiru's hair were sticking up beneath his nose. He twisted his head trying to push it away, but it didn't work. So, he contented himself to stretching his neck up where the hair couldn't reach, noting how extremely odd it would appear. Mahiru cried harder, her grip tightening on him. Mitsuru instinctively put his arms around her and moved slightly to allow Mahiru more room, and to his delight he found that this made the little annoying piece of hair go away. He grinned and rubbed his hands around Mahiru's back, trying to console her. Her breath came in with great shuddering gasps and Mitsuru distinctly noticed that his shirt was growing wet.

"Hey…" He whispered gently, pushing his hand underneath Mahiru's chin making sure she could see how sincere he was being. "Ssh. It's okay. I won't let her touch you." But apparently this did nothing for Mahiru.

"Oh, Mitsuru!" She cried, flinging her arms around his neck and then proceeding to bawl into his shoulder. Mitsuru was caught off guard and he staggered and fell backwards, landing quietly on the roof by quickly using the wind to soften the landing, with Mahiru still on him. "Oh." She wiped the tears away from her face distractedly with one hand, while she used the other to prop herself up. "I'm sorry." She made to get up, but Mitsuru had encircled his arms around her waist. He shook his head softly.

"Don't." He looked at her, the tiniest of tiny smiles on his lips. Mahiru sniffed, giggling a little and trying to wipe away a few last minute tears. Mitsuru caught one with his finger that Mahiru missed and wiped it away, marvelling that although she had been crying steadily for the last few minutes, she was still stunningly beautiful. Mahiru smiled and slowly, Mitsuru tilted his head towards hers. Mahiru waited, excited anticipation flooding through her and then she felt Mitsuru's lips softly touch hers, and suddenly she felt very strange. She felt dizzy in the most amazingly magical way and the sound of rushing wind roared around her ears and her whole body tingled with enhanced senses. Now, came the hard, and entirely new part: where you move your lips. Mahiru vaguely remembered Mitsuru placing one of his hands against her hair, being pulled closer, being turned over until Mitsuru was pressing her gently into the roof, but she remembered vividly, that she had opened her eyes just once and saw that even the night seemed to be sharing the same moment as it twinkled at her, a deep never-ending blue lit with the most beautiful winking stars of white, dotted here and there with red and blue. And the moon…oh the moon. So round, so close. Mahiru almost felt that the forces of destiny had brought not only herself and Mitsuru closer together, but the Earth and the moon.

(A/N) Heya! Yeah, so this was chapter four. It's a little short, I know. Sorry about that. But, chapter five will be out soon. By the way, I'm not sure how long this series will go. So, I hope you're up for a long read. . And I'm going to have to find a new way to notify you of author's notes that'll be in this one at the end of the chapter because the asterisks don't work for some reason. Hmm. So…how does one of those arrow things sound? So, whenever you see this, it means that there will be an author's note dedicated to the arrow at the end.

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Have a good one.

-ChildOfTheApocalypse