Yeah. It's all beginning again, starting now. During the year of 2005, and a bit before, I recieved the greatest feedback for a story that I've ever recieved. However, the story itself was sub-quality. I apologize to my readers for this.
So, after hours of saving 22 chapters, and every last review thatI got for this fanfiction, I think that it's time to begin again. Unfortunately, you are not allowed to post the same story twice on So, I deleted the old version of the story(want to take a look at the old one? Go to my website) and am re-posting this. I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I am not Koge Donbo. Therefore, Pita Ten does not belong to me. Are you happy? I said it! -cry-
We'll say goodbye, Lost Heaven.
How we longed for Heaven.
We're letting go of something we never had.
Time goes so fast, Heaven is lost.
- LOST HEAVEN, L'arcenCiel.
Moonlight Demon
Prologue A (Misha)
It was actually sunny out that morning. That had been the first thing that Misha had noted when she woke up. There were no clouds to blemish the sky, and what snow remained from the last snowfall glistened in the light. The sight itself of the city as it glowed stole her breath away. It was beautiful. Nothing could have kept her from seeing it.
That was her last chance to see it.
"Well, Misha? Are you almost ready to leave?"
Misha smiled to the figure that stood in a shadowed corner of her living room and nodded. She was holding on to an armload of clothing, and was headed for her "To: Heaven" box. She dropped her belongings in, then rushed back into her room. When she returned to the living room again with another armload she said,
"There's only a little bit more. Su."
"Are you certain that this is what you want to do, Misha?" the shadowed figured asked her. "Heaven forced you to fall, but what I am asking of you is much worse for an angel. Are you sure that you can handle falling even lower?"
Misha smiled as if she was expecting that something great was going to happen, but when she received a sigh from the figure, the smile faded from her face.
"It's not like I'm gonna to become an angel. Su," she replied, her voice shaking. Just thinking about that inevitability made her want to cry. "I don't wanna disappear. I… I've got no place else to go…"
She had been thinking about all of this after her fight with Kotarou. It had been the last time that they had spoken, and that was three weeks ago. Living in the apartment next to him, but never speaking to him, was feeling more and more like a punishment that the redemption that the PTB had offered her. She was tired of being here. She felt so lonely, even with Shia keeping her company.
That was when the figure in the room, a half-demon named Aizou, had approached her. While Heaven was on the verge of abandoning her, and while Kotarou was ignoring her, Aizou made the attempt to understand what Misha was going through. They had spoken for a while. Finally, the promise was made: "Become a half-demon, and the time that you need to fix these problems will be granted to you."
Aizou was just a stranger passing through the area, though. If she could feel how much pain Misha was hiding, then why couldn't anyone else?
"Um… Aizou-san!"
"What is it, Misha?" the half-demon questioned.
"Well, I… umm… I was just wondering," she stammered, starting to rub her right arm nervously. "Do you really think that I can do this?"
Aizou stepped out from the shadows and walked closer to Misha. There was still some trick that she was using with the shadows, though, because her face was still dark and hard to see even while she was facing the light. Somehow, Misha doubted that it was a friendly smile that was being covered up.
"If I didn't think that you could handle it, I wouldn't have offered it to you," she replied in a harsh tone. "But what I think doesn't matter. Ultimately, it is you who must see that you are worthy and able. If you question your own abilities and tell yourself that you aren't worthy, then you will undoubtedly fail at everything."
Misha stared at Aizou for a moment, then let her gaze fall to the ground. The half-demon was right. If she didn't believe in herself, how could she make it? She failed the moment she told herself that it was impossible.
Ever since Kotaroh's death, she had thought that becoming a good angel was beyond her abilities. She had failed at that.
Without saying a word, Misha turned away from her. She went to her bedroom and retrieved the last of her belongings.
Another thought came to mind.
"Besides, Misha… You won't be alone anymore," Aizou said, her voice suddenly unbelievably gentle. She almost sounded sad. "Once you're like me, you'll get to meet the others."
Misha stopped short of her "To: Heaven" box and stared at her. She was right. There would be others like her there. She wouldn't be alone. No one would turn away from her for her mistakes. This was a new beginning, a way to fix the past without lingering in it and harming herself.
"You said that we needed Shia-chan, right?" Misha asked. "And that she'll be saved, too? She'll really become a human? Su?"
Aizou nodded. "Make sure that the charm finds it's way to her and that she places it on, and yes, that demon will be spared her coming death."
Misha smiled happily.
"I'm really glad. Su."
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Waiting at the elementary school's gates was not Misha's first choice, but it was the most practical in terms of time. Aizou had told her that she had less than two hours before they were leaving. Since school hadn't been over at the time, Misha had flown straight for the place that Kotarou would have been. Unfortunately, an hour later, and fifteen minutes after the last bell, she had to wonder if he was still avoiding her.
I bet he is… she thought bitterly. She leaned back against the brick wall that stood around the school, and glanced through the gates. Still, there was no sign of Kotarou.
"Suuu."
What was she going to say to him, anyways? "Goodbye" seemed like too little to say after everything that they had been through. But when she tried to think of more meaningful words, she drew a blank. Until now, she had not really given what she was going to say much thought. She had to find a way to properly say "goodbye", and to give Shia the necklace that Aizou had provided for her.
Maybe she could find a way to explain to him why she was doing this. No one needed anything or anyone that was useless taking up space in their life.
She was a useless angel.
In order to be worthy of him, to make up for everything she had done wrong to him in this life, and in his past life, she had to become useful.
"Aaahh… suuuu…" she sighed heavily, closing her eyes. She was starting to feel tired.
He's not coming, is he? she thought. I can't even do things right this time around. If I go, then I'll be a better person. That's what everyone wants… a better Misha…
"Hey there, Cutie," Takashi's teasing voice broke through her thoughts.
Misha's eyes fluttered open and she stared at him with a blank expression. He wasn't Kotarou.
Kotarou wasn't coming.
She wasn't going to get to say goodbye.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked her, suddenly looking concerned.
"Y-Yeah. Su," she replied. "I'm fine…"
Takashi was quiet for a moment, and looked as if he was going to press the subject. But he didn't, and instead he just shrugged.
"Looking for Kotarou?"
Misha's eyes traveled downwards, to the ground. Her shoulders sagged. "Um… No. Su."
He hates me. Of course he isn't coming… Why am I even waiting? I… I'm not… I guess…
Takashi walked closer to her, eyes her carefully. He could tell that something was wrong. Hell, this time it wasn't even very hard to tell. She was letting it show now. But she couldn't make anyone worry about her.
So she smiled a brilliant smile, just for him. So that he wouldn't worry.
He frowned at her.
"Do you wanna talk or something, Misha-san?" he offered.
He wasn't Kotarou, but he was there, and he was willing to talk to her. At least he could pass everything on to the others.
"Yeah. That sounds good. Su."
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"Oh, I see," Takashi said thoughtfully after listening to all of her explanations, minus a few details and adding in alterations. "So, you wanted to say goodbye to Kotarou, right? That's why you were waiting."
"Uh huh." She nodded. "But I think this is better. Su. If I was talking to Kotarou-kun, I'd just mess it up and he'd be mad at me again. Suu…"
Misha tried to laugh at herself to lighten the mood, but Takashi's expression did not change. He looked really worried about her.
She sighed again and slumped back on the bus bench. "You know… I don't think anyone's ever not believed me when I smile before. No one wants to see what's behind the smile. If I'm smiling, then everything's okay. Good. It doesn't matter what I'm feeling, so long as it doesn't trouble anyone else." She looked right at him, her expression oddly serious. "But you… Ten-chan, you're looking at me, aren't you?"
Takashi nodded.
"I am. At least, I'd like to think that I am," he admitted.
She smiled a little now, and sat up straighter.
"Um… Ten-chan? Su?"
"Yeah?"
Misha thought about it for a minute before asking her question,
"Do you think that I... I might be able to get your address? So that I can write to you and tell you all the sorts of things that happen while I'm in America?"
She was starting to feel excited about it. Takashi was the only person who had ever been willing to see past her happy smile. He at least tried to find out what she was really feeling. No one else had done that before. It made her happier than she could have imagined. Keeping in touch with him was a thought that made her smile even more.
"Oh, yeah, that'd be great," he agreed and scrambled to find his pen and a piece of paper within his bag.
He quickly scribbled down his address.
"There ya go."
Misha smiled and giggled.
"Thank you, Ten-chan! Su!" she exclaimed as she took it. She giggled again. "I promise to write you as soon as I'm all settled in!"
Takashi glanced at his watch and sighed.
"Well, I should be going," he told her. "I've got a shift coming up."
"Oh… yeah… right…" She'd forgotten that he worked part-time at the Tricot. "I shouldn't be keeping you, then. Suu."
Takashi stood up. "You want to come with me and say bye to everyone?" he offered.
Misha smiled, though she did not mean it, and stared down at her hands.
"You should, you know," he urged.
"I know, I know… suu…" she murmured. "But… Could you give something to Shia-chan for me? I'll try to stop by, but just in case I can't make it…"
"That only proves that you won't be coming by," he countered. He threw his bag over his shoulder and watched her. "You should give it to her yourself."
"Tee hee hee…" Misha looked down and away. "You got me. Su. But, my plane's leaving soon. I won't have the time now. Su."
He sighed, "Fine, fine."
She pulled out a small crimson colored box and handed it to him. The box was a little smaller than his palm and a black ribbon was tied around it. She watched him as he curiously weighed it with his hand and try to figure out what it was.
"Thank you. Su."
"You're wel--" was all that Takashi managed to get out before Misha attached herself to him with a glomp.
"I gotta go now, Ten-chan. Su!" she declared and she snuggled him. Unlike Kotarou, he really didn't seem to mind that she was holding him.
"Awright! You'd better go catch your plane!"
She let go of him,
"Of course! Su!" She stopped for a moment. "Tell everyone I said goodbye and I'll miss you all. Suu."
She laughed one last time before darting off into a passing crowd.
That was the last time that she saw him.