(A/N) Hello! How you all doing? Good, I hope. Well, here is chapter six and I want to thank those who review my stories. It really keeps me in good spirits when I write. Thanks! And, another twist coming up with Saye. I had a "stroke of genius" when I was reading a book. I just hope it really was genius. Anyway, you'll find out later. Enjoy!

Oh, and I'm soooo sorry this has taken so long. I'll try be super quick next time, but I've been starting on my novel (yes, a REAL novel), and, so, I was busy doing that. Sorry.

Disclaimer: No, I have not bought Crescent Moon lately. So, I don't own it. I do own Saye Heida, though.

-WithOneKiss,OurStareIsComplete – Chapter Six

"Poor, baby." Cooed Narumi, her blue hair falling forwards onto a tiny infant who was gazing blearily around at everybody, with her vivid green eyes, who was staring at her, some staring fondly, others with disgust and shame, but most with complete looks of bewilderment.

"That's enough!" Snapped a tall, burly man, who shared the little baby's green eyes. "We shouldn't have her still. She's a plague upon us, obviously. Give her away. Give her to those stupid humans." He looked down upon the baby with a pure look of contempt, even though the baby gurgled up at him happily, and clapped her little hands together. Narumi looked scandalized, and frowned up at the man beside her and looked at him as though she was only just seeing him in a new light, one she did not like.

"We can't give up our own child, Namoi. Saye," and she looked down at her only daughter, "is just a little baby. Barely over three months old. We can not give her to the humans…even if she has no powers." It pained her greatly to know that her child would grow up without powers, a surprise to everyone because she was a member of such a prominent and powerful Lunar Race family. "It's not her fault, Namoi. Besides, we don't even know for sure if she doesn't have powers." Namoi's face softened a little, but his voice was crisp.

"She doesn't have powers, Narumi." Namoi said sharply. "You know that, and it would be ill-advised to be hopeful that she may develop them later. And I know it's not her fault. But think of how she'll grow, knowing that she was meant to have powers but doesn't, and knowing she has brought such shame upon our family name." Namoi pleaded with his wife, trying to make her see reason.

"She will only have brought shame upon our family name if she grows up to be a truly horrible person, and as a father, you should know that." Narumi narrowed her eyes.

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Saye sat on the floor of her room. Well, it wasn't her room. She's staying at a motel. The best she could afford, and mind you, that wasn't overly great. But it wasn't all that bad; Saye would take it, anyway. So, here she was, sitting on the floor, bored out of her mind and picking at her freshly-manicured nails that she was ruining just to give herself something to do later. This sucks, she thought to herself. Maybe I'll go get Mitsuru to kill a human… A satisfied smile appeared on her face and she giggled to herself. I wonder how Mitsuru is doing…considering I took away almost all his memory of last night. But even just as this amusing though occurred, there was a loud hammering on her door. She jumped a mile in the air, and landed hard on her backside. Wincing, and rubbing her sore spot gently, she answered the door, and stared in surprise at the little man with glasses in front of her.

"Misoka?" She was truly confused. "What are you doing here?"

"I was going to ask what you were doing here, Saye." Misoka did not sound warm towards her. In fact, his face was stony, and his voice colder than the Antarctic. Saye seemed to have realized Misoka's attitude, because she regarded Misoka warily. "Last time you were here, it wasn't good. What business do you have here? And what do you have to do with Mitsuru Suou?" Saye looked mildly impressed.

"Oh, good boy. Good foxy. You get a treat now?" She asked mockingly, smiling condescendingly down at him, being over a foot taller than him, this was easy. Misoka's eyes narrowed.

"You always were one for petty insults, being that you don't have substantial brain power to think up a truly cunning insult." Saye blanched, and Misoka inwardly patted himself on the back. It looked as though Misoka's words had stung her deeply, for the next time she spoke, her voice had a falter in it and sounded quiet and morose.

"I-I'm sorry. I…I just…nothing." Saye looked down at her feet, her lips trembling, tears threatening to splash out and ruin her make-up. Her eyes widened in horror about being seen with smudged make-up, and the possible tears ceased instantly.

"Saye…I know we used to be friends, but we're not anymore. Your apologies don't work anymore. You know that." Misoka straightened his glasses and surveyed Saye with a calm look. Saye's mouth dropped open.

"What do you mean?" She cried, pointing a wavering finger at Misoka.

"I mean: that when we were younger, you used to use an apology, and remorse, as a way to be acquitted of any consequence for something you may have done, but I am learned of your ways now…it will not work." Saye shut her mouth and her superior smile re-appeared on her face at Misoka's knowledge. She shook her head slightly in amusement, putting her hands contentedly on her hips, and watched Misoka.

"Well, for someone as smart as you, it took you a fair while."

"Yes, when I was young I was much more susceptible to believe that you were giving an honest and sincere apology." Misoka agreed. He turned his back on Saye, and began walking through the door. At the frame, he put one hand on chipped, cheap white paint, and cast a stern glare on Saye in a pose that he had once pulled when leaving a solemn word to Mitsuru after his near-death experience in which he had warned him to not abuse the Princess' decision. "Don't blame other members of the Lunar Race, or a human for what your family has done to you…it is not their fault, and therefore, it is not right for them to accept the consequences for actions that were never theirs'." Saye blinked at his words, slightly stunned, and watched with a curious expression on her face as Misoka's small form disappeared from her doorway, and his silhouette vacated her view. Saye slumped down onto her small bed which she still hadn't made since she had rolled out of it earlier that morning and pulled the pillow towards herself and hugged it.

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"Hello? Anyone here?" Mahiru looked around, hoping for a response from someone hidden away inside the seemingly empty Moon Shine. "Where is everyone?" She wondered aloud to herself. Admittedly, she had woken late, after a good night's sobbing over the fact that Mitsuru had no recollection of what she thought a very, very significant moment, but she had not expected the bar, of which she had called home more recently, to be completely deserted. Flustered, she placed her delicate hands on her hips and looked mildly pout-y for a second before walking back up to her room in search of Mr. Bat. She found him dangling upside-down from the lamp near her bed. She poked his fuzzy brown fur, and he opened one eye, considered her for a moment, before turning his head away and sleeping again. "Mr. Bat? Can I talk to Nozomu?" Mr. Bat ignored her. Mahiru looked confused at this odd display and put the bat back on his perch, and walked back downstairs, becoming more bamboozled, and trying to ignore a growing worry, with every step she took. After all, it was most unusual for the place to be empty. So, Mahiru did the only thing she could do…she waited.

After a wait worth an hour of her time, the cream front door, which she had fixed with a beady eye for the past hour, finally opened. She jumped off the couch she'd been sitting on and ran energetically to the door. She grabbed the slowly turning doorknob and pulled it open and saw Akira standing with wide eyes and staring at where the door had been before Mahiru wrenched it from his hand. His ears and tail appeared out of his shock, and he fell backwards from the door slightly.

"You gave me a fright, Mahiru." You could practically see his heart beating out of his chest.

"Akira, get in quickly. Before someone sees your tail." Mahiru giggled. Akira obliged and walked in, reaching up to take a green, woollen scarf from around his neck. Turning to put it on a hook, he glanced at Mahiru.

"You slept in today." He observed. "You weren't up, and I went into your room, but you were fast asleep." He turned around. "Snoring, too." He added. Mahiru pulled a face, and threw a cushion at Akira. Akira turned his back on her, and hit it away with his tail, and sent it flying across the room gracefully. "I get points for that." He grinned. Akira loped into the kitchen, followed by Mahiru. Akira pulled open the fridge, bent over and examined the contents with a small smile on his face, before pulling out milk and drinking straight from the carton.

"So, how come you guys weren't here when I woke up?" Mahiru asked as Akira wiped away his milk-moustache with his sleeve.

"Misoka had urgent business." Akira shrugged, tipped his head back and drank more milk. Mahiru frowned, twisting her hands in front of her. She leant against the counter behind her with forced casualness.

"And-And Misoka didn't think I should know?" She tried to keep her voice light. Akira tipped his head in thought.

"Oh, I don't know. Mitsuru wasn't there either, so, I'm sure you've got nothing to worry about. It's okay," he walked over to her and ruffled her hair affectionately, "we're not excluding you." Mahiru smiled and turned as the front door clicked open behind them. Loud footsteps announced Mitsuru's entrance into the kitchen to where Akira and Mahiru stood with mildly apprehensive expressions. Mitsuru frowned at them both, before grabbing Mahiru's wrist and pulling her roughly out of the room.

"Whoa!" Mahiru cried in surprise. She looked at Akira with a confused look on her face. He shrugged at her in return. Mahiru dragged her feet as she passed the kitchen door and she pulled back on Mitsuru's grip. "Don't drag me. Just tell me where we're going."

"Upstairs." He growled. But he continued to drag her. Mahiru sighed and followed him without protest. He thudded up the steps. Gee, what's got him in such a bad mood? Mahiru thought sulkily. Mahiru expected him to take to her to the roof where whatever it was Mitsuru wanted was least likely to be discovered. She was surprised, then, when he made an abrupt turn into his own bedroom. She was only given time for her eyes to go wide with surprise before Mitsuru had, quick as lightning, shut the door behind her, pushed her into it and kissed her. Mahiru squeaked in shock and stared at the small part of Mitsuru that she could see. He remembered?? Mahiru pushed her hand on Mitsuru's shoulder and pushed him to an arm length away.

"You remember?" Mahiru gasped. Mitsuru shook his head.

"No. I just had a feeling something along those lines happened." Oh. Mahiru thought sadly. Mitsuru put his hands in his pockets and stared out his window. Mahiru balled her hands into fists with a quiet rage at his careless demeanour. What a pompous, stuck-up little-MMPH! Mitsuru had kissed her again, but forcefully. He picked her up with ease and laid her on his bed. But once again, Mahiru stopped him.

"Mitsuru, who's that girl you've been going off to meet?" Mahiru wasn't sure, but she thought she saw Mitsuru's eyes darken, and shifty look occupy them. But he was worried what she would say when she found out that he had been working as a hit man for her. Even worse, his only victims were humans.

"Don't mind about her." Mitsuru said, smiling at her, his eyes on her lips. "Who cares about her?" He kissed her again, his hands touching her waist. Mahiru felt her self get mad.

"I DO!" She shouted at Mitsuru, pushed him off of her and onto the floor. She jumped up in a rage and stormed out of his bedroom, into her own and slammed the door so hard that the whole of the Moonshine trembled a little. Mitsuru stared after where she had disappeared from, got up slowly, dusted himself off with a scowl and sat down on his bed. He leant forward and put his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands. Damnit…

(A/N) Okay, I'll try have the next chapter out really soon. I kind of rushed the end of this because I wanted to get it posted. But, if you could give me some feedback anyway, that'd be cool. Thankyou.

-ChildOfTheApocalypse