(A/N) Hello hello! Good day! Okay, so, I have a new plan about author's notes that'll be at the base of the chapter, because the arrow thingies aren't working either…so I'll try a number. They will go up according to what author's note is. E.g: the first author's note will be identified as a "1" at the end or beginning of a sentence, and the second will be a "2". Surely numbers will work…I hope so.

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-WithOneKiss,OurStareIsComplete – Chapter Five –

Mahiru frowned. She pinched herself, even slapped herself mildly across her face. Nope. There was no shaking it. Last night had definitely happened. Her and Mitsuru had definitely shared a passionate moment and then gone off to bed. Weird. It even sounded weird in her head. But she couldn't help having trouble suppressing an ecstatic grin. After all, she hadn't woken up feeling empty like she had others days, but happy and fulfilled. I know it's corny…but it feels like we're meant to be…Mahiru bit her lip excitedly and fled from her room, anxious to see Mitsuru. We're a couple now, right? I mean, we must have kissed for ages last night. Heeee. Won't Nozomu and Akira be surprised? Oh, I can't wait to see him again. Mahiru paused. She'd just walked past Mitsuru's door, and it was closed. Mitsuru, still in bed? She frowned. Mitsuru was usually up early to avoid conversation with the rest of the people in the house. Mahiru hesitated in front of his door, her knuckles poised to knock, when the door opened and Mitsuru emerged, tousle-haired with his eyes half gummed together from sleep.

"Mitsuru! You're awake!" Mahiru exclaimed brightly, a little stunned from Mitsuru's sudden appearance.

"Mm? Oh, yeah. I'm hungry." He moved downstairs kind of slowly and droopy, still not being entirely awake. Mahiru followed meekly, wondering if something was wrong. Mitsuru sat down at the table rather pathetically and pulled an empty bowl towards him and raised his arm in the motion of emptying some kind of cereal into it, although he didn't have anything in his hand. Then he stood up just as strangely and made his way upstairs. Nozomu had an interested eyebrow raised. He shot Mahiru a look plainly reading "What's up with him?" Mahiru shrugged bewilderedly in response for all it helped. Nozomu sipped his coffee and ruffled his paper, watching Mitsuru's back disappear completely.

"Whoa. Did he seem out of it?" He said conversationally once Mitsuru was gone, as though Mahiru had simply spotted that it was a nice day, which it was, by the way. But Mahiru didn't reply. She sank down onto the nearest chair, and stared rather sadly at her knees. "Is he being mean to you again?" Nozomu growled angrily, clearly thinking that Mahiru looking sad was being caused by Mitsuru as ever it was, while slamming his coffee cup down as furiously as he could without splashing it all over himself, and sadly, he failed. Nozomu picked up a tissue and began wiping delicately at his shirt now stained with coffee. He shook his head. "Brand new shirt." He muttered. He pulled it off and examined the damage from a better perspective, standing, shirtless, in plain view of Mahiru. Mahiru flushed a brilliant shade of red and began to stare determinedly out the window, trying to interest herself in the tree outside. "Damn it!" Exclaimed Nozomu, placing his fists on his waist, revealing his well-chiselled bare chest. Mahiru's eyes widened and she stared even more ferociously in a direction that was not at Nozomu. "Hey? Mahiru? What's up?" He stood in front of her still half-naked, his eyes full of concern, and tried to make eye-contact with her. Mahiru shook her head violently, clamped her mouth shut and made a squeaking noise. Nozomu raised an eyebrow, looked at his shirt in his hands, and then at Mahiru and his mouth formed a small "o" of comprehension. But instead of putting on his shirt to stop her being embarrassed, he felt a grin unfurl on his face as an amusing idea occurred to him. He walked innocently in front of Mahiru and stretched, raising his arms up above his head, and flexed his muscles, and then finished with a loud, lusty and relaxed sigh. And yet Mahiru still stared, with a fresh wave of determination, in a different direction. Nozomu chuckled on the inside and then got himself a glass of water and accidentally (or so he would tell other people later) spilt it on himself. He let out an almost obviously fake gasp of surprise and began to spread the water across his body in a fake attempt to get it off himself. Mahiru chanced a glance at him, saw his hands caressing his body that shimmered from the water and a sexy smirk across his face, and then fled from her chair, face blushing brighter than a tomato, and up the stairs. Nozomu chuckled, a smirk on his face and placidly started reading the paper again.

Mahiru slammed her door behind her, her back pressed firmly against the door and her arms spread wide against it as if to stop Nozomu from barging through her door and being incredibly sexy, and tried to calm her breathing. She shut her eyes and leaned her head back against the door and exhaled, and then jumped a foot in the air, for someone had just knocked on the door. Instinctively, she pressed herself to the door as a weight and gazed at it fearfully.

"Who is it?" Mahiru asked suspiciously, suspecting Nozomu.

"Mitsuru," said a gruff voice. Mahiru's head drooped as she relaxed; at least there was no chance of Mitsuru pulling a strip tease in front of her. She opened the door and let him in. Mitsuru walked in, though rather warily it seemed. Mahiru placed her hands behind her back and viewed Mitsuru placidly and allowed him thirty seconds of broody silence and one moody pose before, "What's up?" She smiled at him, hoping that being friendly would make this slightly less awkward for him. Mitsuru cleared his throat, giving himself more time as Mahiru suspected. Mahiru waited patiently.

"Do you remember what you did last night?" He said abruptly. Mahiru was taken slightly aback. This wasn't what she expected. Was he talking about Saye? Or on the rooftop?

"What do you mean?" Mahiru asked apprehensively, biting her lip anxiously.

"I mean, last night. At all? Because…I don't. But something tells me that you were there." Mahiru felt her heart drop several inches from where it was supposed to be. Mitsuru doesn't remember??? Oh no. Mahiru dropped her gaze to the floor and blinked furiously, determined not to be upset.

"Yes. I do remember last night." Mahiru said eventually, pulling her head back up and sniffing a little.

"Was I there?" He asked. Mahiru gazed into Mitsuru's eyes, which searched hers swiftly for answers, and wished frantically to tell him every detail of last night, but felt the words get lost on the way to her mouth and instead very untrue words came tumbling out, "No. I was here all night. I went up to bed after dinner. Ask the others." Part of herself was slapping her forehead with a defeated expression and almost bursting into tears. Mahiru blinked away a tear that threatened to roll down her cheek and blushed red because Mitsuru was still gazing at her intently. Mitsuru nodded, and then a perplexed expression across his face.

"It just…seemed as though you were there and…" He left the sentence hanging there, and then shook his head as if getting water out of it. He then shrugged, nodded his head as a way to say goodbye, and then left her room in silence. Mahiru sank onto her bed, grabbed the nearest fluffy pillow, hugged it and stared morosely at her feet. Meanwhile, Misoka was raising an eyebrow at Nozomu in the kitchen who still hadn't put his shirt back on.

"This is a kitchen, Nozomu." Misoka pointed out, although he was smiling faintly. "You're meant to be clothed at all times. It's a hygiene thing." Nozomu looked up and laughed.

"I was teasing Mahiru. I spilt coffee on myself and took my shirt off and Mahiru got all embarrassed and…" Nozomu grinned.

"You thought you would try to be…what's the word…sexy?" Misoka gave an audible sigh and Nozomu winked. He pulled his shirt on, saying, "Well, if it makes you happy."

"Oh, everyday." Misoka said absently, and left the room after taking the paper from Nozomu. Nozomu stared incredulously after Misoka as he left, who was concealing a grin. Misoka headed upstairs, passing a few rooms to reach his own when he distinctly heard crying. He paused, noticing that it was coming from Mahiru's room. He knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

"Misoka."

"Oh…come in." Misoka noticed that the voice sounded a little disappointed. He opened the door and found Mahiru hastily trying to rub her face dry of tears. She hitched an unconvincing grin onto her face. "What's up?"

"I was going to ask you the same thing, Princess." He saw her look shiftily away and heard her mutter quietly, "Nothing." Misoka stood there in silence and Mahiru didn't look up for a minute or so, as if hoping that if she didn't look up for a while the little demon fox would go away. He didn't. Mahiru sighed resignedly and looked up at last. "Should we have our talk now, Princess?" Mahiru looked away again, not entirely understanding why she was having so much trouble keeping eye contact, and then nodded. Misoka waited for her to talk. Her voice quivered slightly, and broke at random intervals as she spoke, and Misoka realized this topic was causing her great pain to voice.

"Mitsuru i-is…worrying m-me. The way he's a-always going out. And he comes back i-in late. And…" Mahiru steadily grew red at an alarming rate. She glanced nervously up at Misoka, as if warning him not to laugh at what she was about to say. "Mitsuru and I…we…um…kissed last night…" She blushed even darker. "A-and he doesn't remember anything that happened." She lapsed into silence and awaited Misoka's wise judgement. Misoka took his time. He leant against the wall, pulled off his glasses and wiped them slowly on his shirt before placing them back on his eyes He cleared his throat.

"Well, Princess, I understand that you are worried about Mitsuru. He could get himself into trouble. But that's not the most pressing matter. You say he doesn't remember that you two kissed?"

"No. Well, yes. But he doesn't even remember last night. And that stupid woman. I didn't even get her name, her and her blue hair, and green eyes. She was so vain." Mahiru added scathingly. Misoka looked up with suddenly intensified interest, and a look of alarm. He stood up straight.

"I need to go talk to Mitsuru." He said, and left. Mahiru was taken aback by his sudden departure. Did Misoka know something? Misoka closed the door behind him and strode quickly to Mitsuru's door and knocked loudly. Mitsuru answered a few seconds later and stared at Misoka with a look of contempt.

"What?" He grunted resignedly. "I suppose I have to take that damn girl somewhere, do I?" He rolled his eyes at the ceiling.

"No. I want you to tell me what business you have with Saye Heida." Misoka stated. Mitsuru stared at him, surprised.

"How did you-"

"Tell me now." Misoka's voice lowered dangerously.

(A/N) The end of chapter five. Well, well, conspiracy is afoot. Next chapter should be out soon. Keep an eye out!

-ChildOfTheApocalypse