Chapter 2 – Moon's path

A/N: Hi! Tokittoki here. So… what am I doing here? Writing a collab fic with Hydra-chan. :) She invited me and, as you can see, I accepted. How will this work? I and Hydra-chan are taking turns for each chapter. She will write Tokiya's POV while I'll stick with the special guest's. And on we move… Hope you'll enjoy the fic!

Trees are green.

Bushes partake similar shades.

The same goes for grass.

Fortunately, not everything was tainted in greenness.

There, were he lived, grew vibrant, colourful flowers. Lilac, orange, red… any colour one could imagine. Something unique, different from green.

Blue, the river waving near his house, a small cottage covered in beige and brown. Windows invited the sunny sky in as the windows reflected smooth, soft white blankets mingled with the azure up above.

One could say it was a dreamland. And it was.

One could say it was mild and cosy. True.

But there was something. A little big detail that he missed.

Movement, liveliness, an outburst of sounds and imagery!

He never left that place, never knew anything different from the sickening green. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy living in the countryside. It was peaceful, his home and he loved it. However he needed more. His senses craved for new feelings. Gleaming lights, the magnificence of vibrating sounds, the smell of rush, the stirring feels from hallucinating lives. Something modern, agitated, crazy!

Crazy as the painting he had his gaze on.

Beautiful how its shades overlapped alluringly creating a spasmic and energetic visage.

Not everything was agitated though, the view of an organised study brought the necessary equilibrium to what he considered a masterpiece. An acrylic painting from a distant cousin who decided visiting the family one day.

Many times he wished he could own a study just like that however it wouldn't be as organised. A somewhat brown line traced what appeared to be a desk, merciful of a young yet tired pen resting on it. On the left, a modern shelf leaned against a dirty-white wall, holding several books and a stereo. Musical scores and business papers filled a humble coffee table protecting the sofa behind it. Sure it seemed comfy… On the other hand, on the piece's centre, a window silently stood, incapable of hindering the outside's madness.

It that was in the countryside it would be different, the dark sky wouldn't show anything but stars. That night sky was magical, irresistible. There wasn't darkness, only light, vivid lights from the buildings and edifices, apartments and businesses.

"One day…", his lips let out a dreamy sigh, his eyes never leaving the painting he had in front of him.

One day he would surely visit that enchanting place called Tokyo. Even if it was only once in his lifetime.

"I wanted to give you this, you always loved the city so much. Whenever you want to escape there just look at this painting."

Those were the words his cousin, Soubi, had told him on the day he presented with that delectable gift.

His fingers reached it mildly, carefully not to damage his masterpiece. Hayato couldn't afford losing one of his sources of inspiration. Whenever he felt lonely, sad or just attempted to compose a song, he'd look at it, ogling every corner with contemplative eyes.

Time to go…. There're still sooo many chores left…! Bleh…

Leaving the attic, his room, he stepped downstairs only to find his sister listening and babbling about…

"Woww….! Is it grandpa? Tell me more!"

"It only happens once a year and lasts for a couple of minutes. When I had your age, I and my friends believed it was a magical night. Everything could happen. But now… they're nothing but silly myths."

They're not!"

"Grandpa, are you telling the story of the rabbit and the moon again?"

"No, dear!", he laughed, turning to the older bluenet, "I was telling your sister- Come, sit here!", the old man pulled a chair and poured tea for his grandchildren.

The young bluenet walked in the kitchen. His sister was at the table looking expectantly to their grandfather, waiting for him to resume. He was seatedbeside her at an old table, looking at his grandson kindly. Those wrinkled eyes full of knowledge smiled as he waited or Hayato to join. Passing by the stove and the white goods, the teen pulled a chair and sat, facing his younger sister and the cupboards behind her.

"I was telling Mi-chan about my younger times. We used to believe that supermoon-"

"Supermoon?"

"Shh!, Hayato, listen!" Mi demanded, her sapphires mingled with his, scolding Hayato silently.

"The supermoon is when the moon is at it's closest distance to Earth, dear."

"Ah! So, what about it?", the overactive boy asked, sincerely curious.

"We believed Tsukuyomi-sama created a portal on Earth so he could use it to visit the whole planet. That only happened once in a year, when the moon was full and at its closest distance to this planet. He floated down in human form and joined humans to know them better, many festivals were held to honour his presence. Your great-grandparents told me he would always build different paths so he could meet all its people and find his missing wife once kidnapped by a cruel man."

"The moon's god…between us?"

"Yes, Hayato.", the kind man smiled, "Once he found his wife he was so joyful he conceded a wish to whoever asked under two conditions.", the teen's pupil's increased, craving to know what would come next, "The person would have to be kind and the wish pure."

"Wow! Amazing!", the girl gaped. "Did you ever meet him?"

"No, Mi-chan!", the old man laughed at the ingenuous comment, "That was only a myth and we were foolish kids. But you two must continue dreaming, I'm too old for that." He stood up, walking towards the door. "I'll go to the village to buy groceries for diner."

"I'll go with you, grandpa!", the teen run to the experienced man.

"You already have chores to do Hayato and I still can go to the village my myself!", a hand frolicked with short blue hair, leaving seconds later.

He stepped outside and looked at the sky, sighing. Today was the day he would do the chores, usually he and his sister would alternate days. That was their way of sharing duties and avoiding arguments. He checked if the clothes were dry, fed the cats, cleaned the yard and watered their vegetable garden. When his grandfather returned, the boy would help with the cooking and place the dishes in the dishwashing machine. Later he'd dedicate himself to homework, he had classes on the next day.

His grandfather was still in the village, when he finished. Now it was time to watch TV and relax. He walked inside the cottage, through the kitchen's backdoor, making his short way to the living room. The visage of a TV and a low table surrounded by soft brown pillows meters ahead spread a grin on his face. Taking a couple of steps he sat and grabbed the remote, turning the 'magic box' on. Soon his eyes averted to the, previously ignored, object in front of him, his sister's laptop. It was turned on but she… where was she?

"Mi-chan?"

No reply. He gave the item another look, apparently his sister had been searching for that myth. Scanning the text, he found out the moon god used to transport himself through paintings due to his love for art. Maybe after landing he would use them as a mean for teleportation through several countries…

Hayato! Don't be nosy, that's my laptop!", his younger sister complained, running to him.

She was just like Hayato, her hair and eyes shared the same shade. Her young skin could almost be compared to the moon's whiteness. Unusually tall for someone of her age, she shared her bother's height and her long hair, reaching her lower back, made her seem thinner than she originally was. She was, what many called, a bishoujo.

"S-sorry! I didn't mean to, I just looked and-"

She poked his nose, still furrowing her eyebrows, "Don't do it again. Yanno ya could ask."

"Sorry sis… I was kinda curious!", Hayato laughed.

"Grandpa 's here, he asked ya to go to the kitchen."

"Yeah, I know… Gotta cook."

And so he left the living room and his beloved sister, returning to his boring chores.

A/N 2: When Hayato asks his grandfather if he was telling 'the story of the rabbit and the moon', he is referring to a real, Chinese, myth adapted by japan.

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