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These Precious Moments
A Full Moon wo Sagashite drabble
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Disclaimer: Arina. All Arina.
Note: I wrote this around episode eight, finally
decided to polish it. So... spoilers up till eight? It
doesn�t fit anymore, but... it�s fanfic.
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She didn�t want to sleep.

Mitsuki knew her grandmother would worry, and
Wakaouji-sensei would certainly gently reprimand her
for not taking better care of herself. Still� she had
seen the shinigami, and she knew what the boded for
her.

A year to live.

She had a year to live, and rather than terrifying
her, it energized her. She had no barriers ahead of
her. She didn�t need to fear dying anymore, and the
constraints society placed on her meant little. She
had overcome the boundaries of family, age and had
just won a place in the music industry; now all she
had to do was get her music heard by Echi before her
time was up.

Mitsuki had a promise to keep.

Still, sleep seemed like a pointless exercise to her.
Every moment wanted to be something she could savor.
She liked being awake at night, watching the moon wax
and wane with its pale and gentle light. She knelt by
her window, staring up at it. Right now it was in its
final quarter, and she new it would only be another
few days before the new moon arrived. On those nights,
there was no moonlight, but the stars would seem to
shine more brightly.

�Are you still awake?� a chiding voice asked her from
behind..

She jumped, spinning around in startlement to see
Takuto floating behind her, his arms crossed over his
chest. She had thought both Takuto and Meroko were out
on the roof, discussing whatever they did when she
wasn�t near them. She knew their job required
something she didn�t quite understand, but recognized
it as the cost of their being shinigami. Strangely,
the word didn�t scare her as much as it used to. The
two were just so nice that she knew they didn�t want
to wish her any harm.

�Yes. I was merely...�

�Staying up too late, losing sleep. You have a busy
day tomorrow, and if you don�t take care of yourself,
you�re going to make yourself sick again,� Takuto
said, sighing a bit. He gave her a stern look,
floating closer. �You need to take better care of
yourself.�

Mitsuki smiled at him. �But there�s so little time
left to do what I want to. I want to make each moment
special.�

The cat shinigami looked troubled, his eyes
darkening. �I...� he turned away, obviously unable to
think of anything to say.

The girl knew from Meroko that Takuto was in
training, and sometimes his awkwardness with her made
her wonder. �Takuto� who were you? Before you were
shinigami?�

Takuto looked at her, something hidden in his eyes.
�Before I was shinigami?� he asked. �You want to know
who I was before- why do you think there was a
before?� His face grew distant

She shifted forwarded, leaning on her elbows,
something in her face wise in the way only children
were. �Because when I sing, you listen to me. You
hear my message� and I don�t think anyone who wasn�t
human could understand me.� She gave him a smile. �You
love music, and music is a human thing.�

He seemed to freeze, and then the ears on his head,
which she had always thought to be decorative, instead
of functional, twitched. He smiled and then he rose
to his feet, stretching before staring down at the
girl who he had bound himself to for a year by a
promise. �Before - I was something greater�� he
smiled down at her, though his eyes weren�t seeing
her.

�When I was younger� when I was alive�� he whispered.
Then he shook his head. �You�ll find out someday,
Mitsuki-chan.� His eyes looked at the clock, and then
at her form. �Go to sleep. Even sleep is part of the
moments we live� do you know shinigami don�t dream?�
he asked.

She shook her head, and walked over to the plush
blanket on her futon. �I� I didn�t��

His lips quirked, and it may have been a smile.
�Shinigami remember what has past� but we do not
dream. For us, there is no future.� Takuto brushed
the hair off her forehead with a thoughtful hand. �I
do not know how you will die� or when, Mitsuki� but
while you live, live with a brave heart, and always
sing with your strongest voice.�

He started to head towards to the window, on the
verge of leaving, but a quiet voice stopped him.
�Arigatou, Takuto� with your help, I�m sure my song
will be the best��

His fists clenched, and he whirled around, the
decorative wings on his back flaring in agitation.
�As long as you think like that, Mitsuki, you will
never sing a true song. As long as you chase after
that boy, or count on others to make you sing, you
will get nowhere�� Something dark flared across his
eyes and he seemed to be on the verge of an explosion,
one which he barely reigned in. �Until you can sing
for yourself, Mitsuki, your voice will never be pure.�

�Ta-� she began to protest, but he stormed out,
vanishing into the night that Eichi had been so
enamored of.

She got out of bed and stumbled crossed the worn
carpet. Mitsuki leaned against the window, staring at
the waning moon. For some reason, the light didn�t
seem nearly as warm and welcoming as it should have
been. Why had Takuto been so upset about her not
singing with a true voice� and what had it possibly
meant this evening. He had always seemed so
mysterious to her, but tonight, he seemed dark as
well. She shivered in the cold night air, wondering.

Mitsuki had a year. That much was clear; and she
wasn�t going to waste any of those precious moments.
She would cherish every second of them, even those she
slept� the dead did not dream. And if there was one
thing she loved, aside from people and singing, it was
her dreams.

And somewhere in the distance, a beautiful male voice
raised itself in a solitary song she couldn�t hear,
but her heart would have understood, even if the words
were in no known human tongue. The sorrow and pain in
it would have torn at her very soul- for the language
of the soul crosses all barriers, even that of death
itself.

END

I�d set this before Mitsuki�s debut and it�s AU, since
in later episodes we learn about how the whole
Shinigami thing works.

Obviously set before episode eight, slight divergence.
In Episode eight we learn Takuto was a musician;
however Mitsuki never thought of him as being
something else. I find this uncharacteristic.
Mitsuki wonders about EVERYONE she loves.

And to people waiting for my other stuff, it's coming
a bit more slowly. I've gotten hammered at my job
lately for obvious reasons. Am getting back on track!

~ Aishuu

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