Crescent Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Darkening Moon ❯ Chapter 2

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Mitsuru: Weirdo.

Scathac: I LOVE YOU!!!!

Mitsuru: RUN AWAY!!!

Chapter 2

“Where are you going?” Mahiru shouted after Mitsuru. She glanced around. Great, I lost Akira too.

“None of your business!” he yelled back.

She lunged for his arm. Missing, she ended up running into his back, knocking him to the ground and landing on top of him. Well, at least I slowed him down.

“Tell me,” she said firmly, “Or I'll sick Akira on you.”

His brow furrowed at the thought of Akira's giant hugs. They always seemed especially saved for the despondent tengu.

“No,” he pushed her off, “I can go wherever I damn well please.”

“If you don't tell me, I'll just follow you.”

He grumbled something. “Where do you think I'm going?”

She shrugged. “Where do you stay when you're not at the Moonshine?”

“Why should I tell you?”

“If you're not going anywhere important, can you take me somewhere?”

“I'm not your personal helicopter!”

“Please?”

Damn those eyes. Mitsuru paused at the thought. What the hell?

“Please?”

“Fine,” he sighed. Walking to a corner where no one could see them he wrapped his arms around her waist. For the first time, Mahiru realized she felt protected in his grip. Wrong. Wrong. But as the wind whirled around them incredibly fast, she couldn't help but clutch him tighter.

Mitsuru noticed her normally tight grip was a bit tighter. He was annoyed at first, but let it go as they flew higher. She pointed to an empty street and whispered, “Over there.” No matter how scared she said she wasn't, she was still scared. He set her down and looked around.

“So where are we?” he asked, sticking his hands in his pocket. The place looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

“About a block from my aunt's house.” Mahiru grabbed his arm- how often does she do that, he vaguely wondered- and pulled him along. With one sharp movement he freed his arm and hung back.

“I'm leaving,” Mitsuru stated and started walking away.

Mahiru's blue eyes went wide. Why did she care so much about keeping Mitsuru around? Shaking the thought from her head, she made another tackle for his arm and caught it neatly this time.

Damn, she has a strong grip. He tried to pull away again, but this caused them to both go off balance and fall into a nearby bush. Mahiru blushed deeply and made a move to get off of the irritated tengu when she got a good look at his face.

Mitsuru's face was replaced with the one from her dream about the demon and the princess. He had become the demon in her eyes. In Mitsuru's perspective, Mahiru had become the princess, though he didn't realize it was the one from the song. They stared at each other in silence for a moment, and the image faded. They were back to normal.

“What the hell was that?” Mitsuru whispered, though he did not sound that angry. He tried to stand up when he realized Mahiru was still on top of him. Unfortunately, Mahiru had not come to this realization.

“You-I-What just…” Mahiru couldn't get the words out.

“Could you get off me? Now.”

She stumbled back, a blush creeping onto her face. “Sorry. That was just…” His eyes didn't change.

“Whatever,” was the tengu's witty answer. He brushed a leaf from his aqua hair.

Mahiru sighed and stood. “Here,” she said and without thinking ran a hand through his hair, detangling the leaves.

Mitsuru was shocked for a moment, then angrily pulled away. “Don't-”

She giggled and reached for his hair again. “Come here. You still got some right there…”

He backed away from her. “I don't-”

She wouldn't let him finish. “But you need someone to comb those out. Come on.”

He could go no further as he had backed into a tree. Mahiru attacked him, sending him down to the ground. The third time that day. (A/N: say `the third time that day' five times fast.) She was strong for what looked like a skinny shrimp. Grumbling something vulgar, he let her run a comb that she magically pulled from her pocket through his hair.

“There,” she said satisfied. She let him stand and asked, “Where do you sleep if not the Moonshine?”

Mitsuru ignored the hand she offered him. “Why should I tell you?”

Mahiru placed her hands on her hips, and he couldn't help but note how cute she was. That sent a shudder running through him. What's wrong with me?

“Fine, see if I care.”

He arched a brow.

“Fine, I care. Will you please tell me so I don't worry?”

She worries about me? That was a shocker. Feeling slightly defeated, he slumped against the tree that had held him back earlier. “Nowhere permanent.”

“Meaning…” she pushed on.

“Meaning I don't have a frigging place to stay!” he shouted.

Mahiru stumbled back. “Then…” Her mind whirred to figure this one out. “Then you could stay a night at my house!”

Well this was a no-brainer. “No.”

She pouted, crossing her arms. “Why not?”

“'Cause I don't want your charity.”

“It's not charity. I'm offering a place to sleep. Or would you rather go back to the Moonshine?”

She had a point. “Fine, but only one night.”

Smiling to herself, Mahiru led Mitsuru to her aunt's place.

 

Scathac: Been listening to “Almost” by Bowling for Soup nonstop. I think Jaret's my fav. I hope you enjoyed my MitsuruMahiru fluff. I don't know how that started, but I enjoyed writing it.

Mahiru: Yay! Mitsuru has a place to stay.

Mitsuru: Joy.

Scathac: I'm sorry if their appearances are wrong. Could someone describe to me what they look like. I found a website, but I'm not sure how accurate it is.

Mitsuru: Can I go home now?

Scathac: Oh, I forgot to tell you. Because of your inadequate reviews (except for you psychedelic aya. I am very proud that you reviewed) I'm holding Mitsuru hostage.

Mitsuru: Please, please review.

TBC and UNT!