I' m very sorry for not posting for a long while. Please forgive me. I know this is a short chapter that is confusing and I once again apologize. Oh, I am also sorry for…err…um...to say… changed Nozumu to Nozuma…I really don't know how that got into my head but after it did, it was stuck. I am sorry, I have ADD and it is a wonder I can even write anything that doesn't sound like a little kid wrote it. But anyway, enough of me blabbering…
Disclaimer: Yup, I couldn't even dream of producing this kind of work, but I don't own Crescent Moon.
Ch.3
Mahiru tossed and turned in a hectic sleep. She couldn't breath! It was so hard. She had to run from these evil creatures that nipped at her heels. Everything was a swirling dark purple and everything was black. It was so dark and she tripped over many things but had to struggle to keep running. She was so tired, she felt her muscles burn and she was gasping for air. Then she ran into a huge rock wall. She had no choice but to climb it and quickly jumped onto the rocks and pulled herself up the steep wall. It wasn't easy and there weren't many foot holes and the sharp rock slashed at her skin. The ground and the creatures that were chasing after her suddenly merged into this pink light. The light was so soft and it seemed like you could touch it and it would have the feeling of cotton candy. The pink light that seemed so peaceful zapped her. It was so painful! It burned and tore at her! Mahiru was in tears now. It hurt! She had never experienced something so painful in her life. She didn't think she could stand the pain anymore. She tried to yell but she couldn't. The pain!
Then that voice again "If, you relax and quiet down you wont feel the pain anymore…Yes…that's right…give me your body...Just relax." (I can't believe I wrote that) She wasn't going down without a fight but she wasn't worth one right now being in her condition. She was trying to fight it, but she couldn't because she was fading away. She called out for Mitsuru, thinking that perhaps he could save her. But she kept falling. Mitsuru, she was calling him through her tears.
Then, she stopped falling and the pain stopped as well. The voice disappeared and she felt like she was being uplifted.
Someone was carrying her? But who? She tried to open her eyes to see who it was but her strength was completely depleted. She could feel the warmth and felt so safe now.
She heard what sounded like familiar voices but she couldn't tell whose because they were distorted. She then felt herself being carried again and enjoyed being safe in those arms.
She slowly opened her eyes very little to see who it was even though she had an idea. Saw the blurry outline of the tengu. It was Mitsuru! She honestly felt so glad. He had heard her! Or maybe it was his just dumb luck with the guys again. She still felt so safe with him. She then closed her eyes and found herself having a dreamless but enjoyable sleep.
o0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0The rest of the gang had been somewhat restless, especially Mitsuru. He found himself checking on Mahiru quite often against his will. He hated her after all; he hated her for making him come subconsciously to his room again and again. He usually just peeked in to make sure that she was there. And after all the times he checked she was still there, in his bed, breathing.
Mitsuru was really drowsy lately and had not been on his best alert. He kept turning corners too fast and glasses slipped out of his hands. He was also really grumpy. Perhaps it was from his lack of sleep or perhaps it was his worrying of Mahiru being bedridden.
He didn't think he would miss that laugh or that smile of hers. But obliviously he wasn't the only one. Akira had often been tagging along with Mitsuru always wanting him to play. He wasn't in the mood to play with him and always had to yell at Akira to get him to pay attention. Akira was full of energy and always forgave him and then asked him to do something with him like fake swordfight or Frisbee in the park. Mitsuru kept telling him no and then he finally ran into a wall. Akira gave him a weird look "Nevermind, man, you must be more out of it than I thou-"
He meant to say 'thought' but at the exact same moment he fell down the stairs that he claimed 'magically' appeared out of nowhere. Mitsuru couldn't help but give a small laugh to his actions. "What were you saying about me?"
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Misoka was intrigued at whom this mysterious new organization could be. He spent the next day and night in his own personal library, reading through the lunar race's past and history as well as Dawn's Venus'. He went through dozens of scrolls and books before he came across something that caught his eye. The text wrote:
"In the earlier years of the lunar race, there was a strong demon line. Many people of the lunar race wanted to be in this strong demon line. The story went that he was one of the original four that fought for the race's survival.
The demon Ceraisu was the most powerful one. He had an appearance of pitch black skin and blood red hair but the most frightening thing about him was his eyes. They were bright yellow swirling orbs of hatred and madness. His eyes stood out from his dark form and they cut like knives through the night and into the souls of men. Humans could see his harsh stare from many miles away, just like they could she the sun. He hardly appeared during the day, he preferred to travel and battle at night. This was an advantage to him considering his body was camouflaged in the night.
He was very powerful but mostly driven by hate. When he was a newborn, his mother was told that he wouldn't survive and so she dumped him at the door step of a human family. They took him in out of a need for workers but never accepted him. He appeared normal until his teen years when the girl he liked broke his heart, and then he transformed into his frightening form and almost killed the girl. He never exactly knew what happened and his true transformation didn't come until later in his life. He watched his whole family be slaughtered by village gang members. He couldn't do anything but sit and watch because the men had beaten him and made him helpless to anyone. He couldn't protect them at all. This is when it was said he transformed in his true lunar race form. He then became one of the most powerful demons the lunar race has ever seen. Though he had power and glory, he closed out every other emotion but anger and hatred toward humans and demons alike. So many lives were taken unnecessarily and many innocent ones as well.
Even still, many people wanted to be in the demon line hoping to get the demon blood. So there were many unqualified to hold that position. It was then said that Ceraisu didn't think they deserved his blood and power so he suppressed it in their DNA until there was an heir mighty enough that would be worthy of deserving his power. But others think he secretly possessed his last heir and returned to earth and married into a human family and turned the demon gene recessive so most children looked like an average child. But every few hundred years there would be a complete lunar race purebred that may or may not be worthy of Ceraisu's power and if he is qualified it must be provoked through the same emotional distress as Ceraisu had experienced.
The chance of this ever happening is a few million to one but there is a small chance. Most people believe that Ceraisu's power will never again be awoken. Many are glad and sad that it is 'sleeping' for if it was to awaken now, the power from earlier lines would combine and would bring oblivion."
Misoka brought his face up from the book and sighed. He had heard that story when he was a kid about the original four who fought for the race's survival in the almost beginning years of the earth. He knew that one of most fearsome demons that had a body as pitch black as night and blood red hair and yellow eyes that could put the bravest man on his knees from fright. His name was Ceraisu. He hadn't known anymore than those facts.
A picture of Ceraisu was next to that story. Misoka dropped the book. He fell back in shock. His body…his shape…his hair…his hands…his…his face! It was almost identical to Mitsuru.
Could Ceraisu be Mitsuru ancestor? Was he the first to notice this in the lunar race? Could it be that everyone had lost hope in ever inheriting his demon blood that he just became an old story in an old book? He got up and picked up the book and looked at the picture again. There was no mistaking that he looked like Mitsuru. Could this all be just a coincidence?
If he had found this information out then the enemy could have figured it as well. He decided not to chance it and he studied the text once more. Emotional distress, eh? Hmm…his family was slaughtered in front of him. So someone close to his heart. Mitsuru…hmm…his family abandoned him so they are not likely close to his heart. How about Akira and Nozuma? They probably are but not close enough to make him transform into a demon…hmm…
Misoka was on a train of thought when he suddenly said a loud "Oh" to himself. Of course, Mahiru is very close to Mitsuru. Now if he were to watch her suffer a death where he couldn't do anything but watch, that probably would be enough for him to awaken his demon blood. It says that if it awoke after such a long time that it would bring oblivion. So, Mahiru is a threat to us, now? Well, the problems never end.
Misoka sighed; perhaps he could handle this by keeping the two separated. The question was how? Perhaps he could just tell Mitsuru to stay away. Well, he needed to do something about the matter. He got up and left the room, leaving his room in a wild mess of open books.
Afterwords: I hope it wasn't too confusing but I promise more soon to all the loyal fans and a big thank you to everyone who has read! Thank you for all the comments as well! They really keep me going.