Mitsuru sat there at the edge of the dock staring at the water. He held something in his hand. As his listened to the waves hit the dock's pillars his eyes softened and he sighed. He looked down at his hand that held something. He opened it to reveal a beautiful silver necklace that had a little blue and red crystal in the shape of a yang ying. He grabbed the silver necklace and held it over the ocean water. "So, this is it..." He sighed staring at the necklace. "This is whats left of my parents." He said. Mitsuru gripped the necklace. A memory squirmed it's way into his head.

'Mom? Mommy?" a younger version of Mitsuru ran through a house. "Mitsuru! Run! Get outta here!" A woman's voice screamed. Mitsuru jumped. "No... I won't leave!" Mitsuru argued.

He heard a scream and ran into a room and froze in shock and fear.

A figure looked at him with an evil smile on it's face. Dropping a woman covered in blood. She laid on the ground motionless. Mitsuru slowly backed away, "Mom..." Tears streamed down from his eyes.

His fist started to shake. "Damn them!" He frowned blocking out the rest of the memory. Blood from his hand dripped down into the water. Mitsuru opened his hand dropping the necklace into the water. He stared at his hand not saying anything watching the blood drip.He looked at the ocean and stared looking to see if he can spot the necklace. 'It wouldn't be a total loss to me.' Mitsuru stood up. 'Besides, it's just a stupid necklace.' Mitsuru looked at the sky. "I call you Wind!" He shouted and a circle of wind came circling around him. When the wind disapated he was gone.

At the Moon Shine

Akira sat there in a booth staring at Mahiru very closely. He frowned. "Mahiru..." He smirked. Mahiru looked at him nervously. Nozomu who was sitting in the booth too looked up at Akira in shock. "Akira don't what if she's..." Misoka cut in. "Go ahead, Akira." He urged him, smirking. Nozomu looked at Misoka in shock. "Let him, Nozomu!" Misoka sighed. Nozomu nodded. "Okay." He sighed. Akira smiled excitedly. This was it... he knew it, after a while of thinking he had finally figured it out. Mahiru stood there nervously. "Mahiru, your a pencil!" Akira smiled. Mahiru relaxed and sighed with relief. "Yep, you got it." She smiled. Akira jumped up. "YESS! In your Face, Nozomu!" He shouted excitedly. Nozomu hunched over and looked down. "Damn it," He moaned.

"Now Akira gets to go again, I really wanted to go up there to be the person acting out the charades." Nozomu sighed. He laid his head on the table. Mahiru sat in Akira's spot that was right next to Nozomu. "Don't worry, you'll get your chance." She smiled. Akira stood there thinking for a moment thinking of what to do. Once he did he smiled and crossed his arms frowning stomping around acting childish and sticking out his tongue at everyone. Mahiru, Nozomu, and Misoka looked behind him. "Mitsuru." They all said.

"Wow, hey how'd ya guys guess?!" Akira asked in shock. "I see everyone's having fun without me around." Mitsuru's voice huffed. 'Crap.' Akira shouted in his head and turned around. "Hey Mitsuru." Akira acted innocent. "Save it." Mitsuru snapped and walked twords the stairs hiding his hands in his jeans pockets. "Mitsuru, do you want to join us?!" Mahiru's voice called after him. Mitsuru shot a glare at her. Mahiru didn't seem phased. "Well, it's a question, are you going to answer it?" Mahiru asked. "No, I don't want to join you in a pointless game when I could be doing better things, like, distroying your stuffed animals or something." Mitsuru answered. Mahiru frowned. Nozomu and Akira snickered. "He's in for it now." Misoka smiled. Mahiru stood up. She gave a death glared to Mitsuru, like one he would usually give to his friends when he didn't want to be bothered. Mitsuru jumped. "I dare you to touch even a little peice of fur on they're heads!" She snapped. Akira and Nozomu shivered from the tone of Mahiru's voice. Mitsuru smirked and walked up one step. "Whatever you say." Mitsuru said and walked upstairs. Mahiru frowned. They went back to playing charades. "Well, whose it?" Mahiru asked quickly calming down. "Well, everybody got who I was acting like so, I'd say you all are." Akira replied. "Nonsence, we can't all be it so I've decided that the next person to go should be..." Nozomu pointed to himself but Misoka spoke up. "Me, thanks Nozomu, your a good friend!" Misoka walked over to where Akira was. Akira sat in Misoka's spot. Nozomu looked down. "I wasn't going to say you... I was going to say me." He sighed. Akira smiled. "Gotta be quick." He put his arms behind his head and yawned.

Nozomu frowned and started muttering inappropriate words. Misoka thought for a moment then took a akward position with one arm behind his head and the other on his hip. He had one leg out and winked. "Uh... a teapot!" Akira shouted randomly. Mahiru just sat there. Nozomu looked at Misoka. "A model!" He shouted. Misoka nodded. "You got it" He yawned. Nozomu jumped up happily. "Yes! It's finally my turn!" He shouted happily. Mahiru looked up at the clock. "Well I'm heading to bed." She sighed. "Yeah me too." Akira stood up and yawned. "Even us hyperactive werewolves need sleep." He looked at Mahiru. She nodded. "So do panda bears!" She smiled. Nozomu watched as they casaully left. "Hey! But it's my turn!" Nozomu complained. "So." Akira and Mahiru shrugged. Nozomu looked at Misoka.

"Tough luck." He smirked and followed them. "Aww, you guy's suck!" Nozomu snapped. "So do you!" Akira called back. "Blood that is." Mahiru smiled. "Oh fine! Dis the vampire!" Nozomu shouted. "You know, I wouldn't mind having werewolf blood." Nozomu smirked. Akira wrapped his hands around his neck and ran upstairs. Mahiru and Misoka sighed.