* This story was inspired by previous works that I've read in the past. Key authors being Holly Black and Melissa Marr. I take no credit for their work. Furthermore, I don't carry the rights for this anime. Some of the characters will act OOC; all of these characters are of age. Constructive criticism is very welcome. Enjoy.

Chapter 4: Amu's POV:

"Over there." He said from close behind; his voice seemingly back to it's casual, carefree tone.

"Over where?" Amu asked, squinting her eyes, looking for somewhere that wasn't plain grass. The boy stepped ahead, grabbing hold of her hand, steering her in the right direction. She sat and said thank you.

Only, that's not how it happened...

-Reality-

"Over there." He said from close behind; his voice seemingly back to it's casual, carefree tone.

"Over where?" Amu asked, squinting her eyes, looking for somewhere that wasn't plain grass.

The boy stepped in front of her, and turned to face her. "Here is fine, then.." He murmured.

Amu didn't feel comfortable with the way he stared at her. The way his gaze skimmed over her body, as if drinking in her appearance. It made her feel self-conscious, and unworthy. Unworthy, because he was like a forbidden fruit. It wasn't said, but the warning was clear. One touch and she'd be a goner.

"Fine," she said, hating her voice for sounding breathless.

He reached out for her hand for the third time since they met. "Don't deny my hand, please." His left eyes twitched a little, and she could see the hidden irritation in them. "I don't deal well with rejection."

Amu raised an eyebrow. "What if I don't want to touch you?"

"You do." He sounded sure of himself. Which made Amu frustrated.

"Excuse you?" She narrowed her eyes, glaring at him, but otherwise looking incredulous.

"It's true." He smirked, looking amused at her reaction. "I can taste the attraction you feel for me. I can sense your fear of touching me." He leaned forward, close enough for Amu to smell the heady scent of him.

'Oh, my...' Amu swallowed, her lips parting slightly, her breath escaping her like a punch in the gut. Her eyes fluttered closed, tilting her head up.

She could feel his cool, minty breath against her face. "And you are right to be afraid. Fear me, Amu."

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared into endless midnight. His eyes reflected the beam of the moon, and they twinkled with mischief and need. Immediately anger poured into her, swirling inside of her. His eyes widen slightly, and looked about ready to back away.

SLAP!

A book rested against his now-warmed cheek. She stared at him, only anger driving her actions.

"You have no right to touch me! No right to tell me what I should fear, or not! I'm not attracted to you, nor do I believe that you can taste or sense my freaking feelings!" Amu ranted, the more she spoke, the angrier she became. "I never want to see you in this park, again! I want you to disappear, and never attempt this on another woman, or I will not hesitate to turn you in, you sick jerk!"

The boy was silent for a very long time. He didn't look hurt, or offended. He didn't even look like he was hurt by her slap. But he did stare at her. His eyes were emotionless and cold. They held whispers and secrets that no one else should ever contain. They held the secrets to life. The whispers of death. They seemed to know pain. Enjoy it, even. But they were void of happiness.

"You're merely human." His voice was soft and quiet, but it still had the intention of making her shut up. "You're young. I can't begin to explain something to you that your mind will not comprehend. You have the Sight, you see me. Yet you do not understand what you see." He hovered his hand atop of hers; he could have grabbed her hand and she most likely would have let him.

"My name is Tsukiyomi Ikuto. I have been alive for nearly 10 centuries. No, I am not immortal. I cannot live forever. But I live. I am not dead."

"I don't..." The anger in Amu disappeared as soon as he spoke, and suddenly, she was beyond afraid. Beyond confused. "W-What?"

"Do you believe in Faeries?" He looked grimly amused. As if he already knew the answer.

"You mean those tiny, winged things that grant wishes and give off dust and stuff?" Amu asked incredulously.

He rolled his eyes, standing up, and stepped back, the book she used to slap him falling back to her side. "Surely the stereotypes are getting out of hand?" He wasn't talking to her, but he looked at her again as if she were the saddest human on the planet. The saddest and the... Slowest.

"No, Amu. No Fairies with an I; although though nearing extinction, they exist. I meant Faerie with an E."

She looked at him blankly.

He stared at her. "Fae?"

Still clueless.

"The Ageless Ones?"

Nada.

He sighed, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose. "The Banshees? The Sirens? The Selkies? The Summer Faeries? The Spring? The Winter? The Fa-"

"I get it, but no." Amu said finally.

He stared at her. "Research it."

"So... There's like... Different races of these Faerie things? Don't Faeries destroy and kill? I thought they lived off of it." Once the words left her mouth, she immediately regretted it.

"We're hardly things!" Ikuto yelled. "We've been alive longer than any mortal who has taken a step on the Earth. Longer than the giant monsters who died by meteor. Long than the Ice-age! We're first hand experiencing the health of the Earth dying out! Your human lives go by in the blink of an eye to us, and yet you consider yourselves superior? You take and torture and study things that you don't understand and yet you call us the monsters? You fear us for trying to make the Earth an easier place to reside on, and yet you fear us?"

This was the most she'd ever heard Ikuto speak. It just figures that when he spoke, he'd be putting her ass back in her place. The concept almost made her laugh.

"I-I'm sorry! But you can't blame me for what every other human does!" She tried to defend herself.

"Yeah? And you can't judge me by what the other Faeries do!" He retorted.

They glared at each other for a long moment. Amu couldn't help herself anymore. She laughed. She laughed even harder when Ikuto's eyes widened in surprise.

"What are you...?" He started but trailed off.

Amu held out her hand. "Truce. I call a truce."

He stared at her hand. "Alright then. Truce."

But he didn't move to shake her hand.

She frowned. "What's wrong?"

"You're willingly holding out your hand. You're willing to touch me." He replied softly.

"Isn't that what you wanted me to do?"

"About ten minutes ago, yeah.." He admitted. "But now you interest me."

"And...?" She shook her head, confused.

"Like I said earlier, research Faeries." He tilted his head, his hair swooping over his eyes, obscuring the view. "Look up the Gancanagh."

"Alri-" She blinked, and he was gone. "Wha..." She looked around, but saw nothing but grass, rocks, and the sky.

"If I'm going to be seeing him often, then he's gotta stop doing that before it becomes a habit." She muttered, turning and leaving the field. She heard a chuckle but turned in saw no one. Oh well.

Off to researching, she goes.

"Wikipedia is the easiest one to use." Amu muttered, swooping her mouse around to click it. Not everything was pure fact on Wikipedia, but she thought maybe she could read up about it here, and then go see Ikuto so he could confirm it. "Laziness has it's perks." Chewing on a piece of gum, she read.

"A Gancanagh is a male Faerie that is known for seducing human women."

The gum dropped out of her mouth. She felt her cheeks burn a bright red.

"The Gancanagh are thought to have an addictive toxin in their skin that make the humans they seduce literally addicted to them. The women seduced by this type of faerie typically die from the withdrawal, pining away for the Ganacanagh's love or fighting to the death for his love."

Addictive... Toxin? Seducing? Eh?!

Amu swallowed hard, shutting off her laptop. Things just got sexual real fast.

R&R. I would appreciate it.