Crescent Moon Fan Fiction ❯ A Life Best Kept Secret ❯ A New Job ( Chapter 1 )

Note to Disclaimers: I do not own Crescent Moon so don't sue me. That's the standard, isn't?

 

A/N: This is an A/U fic, so there is nothing about the teardrops of the moon and all that magical flying stuff and powers, okay? Anyway, I'm taking a shot at another Crescent Moon fic. Hope you all enjoy.

 

Word Coding:

 

`Thoughts'

 

“Speaking”

 

Everything else

 

A Life best kept Secret

 

Brightness filtered in through her open window as the sunrays tried to harass her into waking up. She rolled over, sun-kissed blonde hair falling over her eyes in an attempt to block out the unwanted visitor. When her hair shield worked no longer, she resorted to throwing the covers over her head—success. With a sigh, she snuggled back under the covers, intent on more sleep as the silence surrounded her once again. However, all happy moments where one had beaten the enemy are short lived; therefore she wasn't the least bit surprised when the incessant knocking came two minutes later. Giving a sigh of defeat, she tossed the covers off and made her way to the door, scratching her head all the way. Upon arriving there, she threw it open in haste, her face groggy as she eyed the person standing in the doorway. “Oh…good morning Nozomu. Is it time to go already?”

 

The young man in front of her raised an eyebrow as he shook his head, smirking. “Mahiru…we're already late. You might as well take your time getting dressed now.”

 

She frowned, eyebrows knitted in a somewhat melancholic expression as she rubbed her eyes. “I'm sorry Nozomu…I'm just so tired. I had a long day yesterday, what with Chemistry Lab running overtime and English being moved to later in the night.”

 

He patted her head as she smiled, sleepily. “Don't worry little sis. Everything is going to be all right.” With that said, he disappeared down the hallway and back within the confines of his room.

 

Mahiru yawned as she turned back to her own room, suddenly interested in her dresser drawers as she pulled piece after piece of clothing in an attempt to dress herself for the day. While she did this, she couldn't help but smile at how much her older brother cared for her. Nozomu Moegi, her older brother by quite some years, was a spitting image of their father. He possessed startling blue eyes, pale skin, and luscious blonde locks. Mahiru, however, had brown eyes that wavered between hazel and something like a chocolate brown, with the slightest tinge of blue to them. Her skin, too, was pale like Nozomu's and her hair about the same shade as well. She smiled at the thought. However, people still thought that they were foreigners and treated them slightly differently than most people. With a sigh, Mahiru began to pull the clothing of choice on, namely, a pale blue sweater, a pair of faded blue jeans and a plain white shirt. She quickly ran a brush through her hair before heading downstairs for a fast breakfast. Nozomu was already sitting at the table when she walked in, busily eating a piece of toast while admiring the latest men's fashion in a magazine. Rolling her eyes, Mahiru let out a slight giggle as she picked up her own food as well as her juice.

 

Nozomu gave her a small nod as he picked up his bag, tossing his plastic cup in the sink as he made his way towards the door. “Mahiru, are you ready?”

 

She stumbled towards the door, grabbing her own bag as she managed to slip on her shoes. “Yes. Let's go. I don't want to be later than we already are.”

 

Another chuckle left Nozomu's throat as he ushered her out the door. “Somehow, little sis, I don't think we can get any later.”

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

Mahiru felt like her eyes were going to close whether she willed them to or not. Outside the sun was still shining and signs of life were around everywhere. She could hear the vibrant laughter of students on their breaks, music floating around campus and distant shouts of people who were enjoying the afternoon sunshine and fresh air. `And here I am…stuck in chemistry lab for another hour.' She sighed as the teacher droned on about the most basic principles of Chemistry, ranging from orbitals to valence electrons to the periodic table of elements. Her mind wandered off as he hit the particularly boring section containing information on ions and covalent bonds. Her eyes drifted over to Keiko Himura, her friend of 19 years, as the dark-haired beauty nursed an ice-cold strawberry smoothie to her lips. Absently her mind flew to her pocket in hopes of finding money to buy a smoothie like her friend Keiko had been sipping earlier; however, there was nothing in her jean pockets but lint and an old candy wrapper. `Well…guess that idea is shot,' she thought in sheer boredom. Her eyes moved to the clock, watching as the hands moved at an agonizingly slow pace—too slow for her world. As she let her gaze return to the white board where chemical equations were sprawled about, she let her head hit the desk, blonde hair cascading over her view.

 

`I need a job,' she thought in annoyance.

 

At that moment, Keiko decided that she needed to check on her friend. “Mahiru, is everything all right?”

 

Mahiru groaned. “No. I need a job. And all the ones I tried to apply for, well…they got taken the minute before I walked in.”

 

Keiko laughed at the other girl's sheer sign of misfortune. It was old news to everyone at school that Mahiru did not have luck at all; but somehow, she managed to give it to other people. “It'll be all right Mahiru. In fact, I heard there was a job opening at this new record store down the street from the college. After school, we should go check it out.”

 

Mahiru let out another groan as she glared at the clock. “Fine. Thanks Keiko.”

 

The other girl simply smiled as she handed Mahiru her smoothie. “Here, take a sip. Class is almost over.”

 

Mahiru smiled as she brought the cup to her lips, her mouth watering. `Maybe my luck isn't so bad after all.' However, her thought was short lived when the cup top popped off, causing smoothie to splatter all over her white shirt and blue sweater. Mahiru sighed as she sat there, strawberry smoothie on her face while the class laughed hysterically. She frowned. `Forget it. I take that statement back.' The rest of the day was spent cleaning off her now stained clothing as best as possible and griping to Keiko until it was time to go apply for a job at the record store. On the way, Mahiru grabbed some lunch and notified Nozomu that she would be walking home with Keiko that afternoon. Trudging her feet, Mahiru made her way towards where Keiko stood waiting by the bus stop, sipping on another smoothie. Mahiru glared at the drink as she approached, which earned her a quizzical look from her friend as they began walking down the block.

 

“So…how did you hear about this record store?” Mahiru questioned, genuinely curious.

 

“Well,” Keiko began, blushing slightly. “You know that cute boy in our class, Akira Yamabuki? Well…I heard he works there and I…thought we'd go see if it's true.”

 

“You're dragging me to a record store to see some guy you like? What about my job application? Don't tell me they aren't hiring and this is a ploy to get me to go with you!” Mahiru's voice was somewhat shrill as she slapped her forehead. “Keiko…wait! Don't you have a boyfriend? Hokuto…or something like that, right?”

 

At the mention of her boyfriend, Keiko's expression darkened somewhat. Mahiru felt the hairs on the back of her neck prickle at the other girl's mien. With a slight sigh, she brushed off the comment made by Mahiru, a smile replacing her momentary frown. The older girl laughed heartily as she patted Mahiru on the back. “No, they really are hiring. Akira is just a plus for me going with you.”

 

A small breath of relief escaped Mahiru as they continued on their way. Her eyes were glued to her stained sweater until she felt a nudging at her shoulder, which compelled her to look up. “What?”

 

“We're here,” Keiko replied, her eyes wide and fingers twiddling madly. “Let's go inside, you know…and see if we can find out what positions they're hiring for.”

 

Mahiru nodded vigorously as they entered the shop, a small bell chiming as they did so. Neither girl was prepared for what they saw as they walked around the brightly lit store where smoky air surrounded them and music was blasting. Mahiru inhaled the sweet scent that lingered about the store, curious as to what fragrance it was, and whether it was a fragrance at all. Somehow though, the air seemed heavier, like cigarette smoke instead of incense. `Maybe it's a special kind,' she thought as she checked out the nearest rack, which held a rather large selection of foreign music. She was turning around when a voice in her ear caused her to jump. She whirled around and came face to face with a brown-haired youth with various gold piercings on both his ears. She let out a breath she didn't know she'd been holding as he smiled in greeting.

 

“Hi, my name is Akira. We go to school remember?” She nodded. “Well, see anything you like Ms. Shiraishi?”

 

She shook her head, still too paralyzed to speak. She would have stayed in shock had Keiko not come bounding up, her hair bouncing as she did so, enthusiasm evident in her step. “Hi Akira. What's up?”

 

Akira smiled again, his eyes alight with amusement at Mahiru's state of confusion. “Hey Ms. Himura. What can I do for you today?”

 

“Just Keiko is fine, Akira. Well, Mahiru is looking for a job. I heard you have some openings. Can we apply?” Keiko's voice was filled with mirth as she smiled back at the young man.

 

At her statement, Mahiru awakened from her daze. “We? Since when was this a “we” thing?”

 

Akira tapped his chin in thought as he glanced around the store. “Well, if I recall, we have a cashier/customer service position open, and we have an inventory position open. Do you have any preferences before I give you guys the applications?”

 

Keiko shook her head. “No, at least I don't.”

 

Mahiru agreed. “Not really. What's the starting pay?”

 

“Well, since we just opened up this store a couple weeks ago, our starting pay is about $8.50,” he replied, looking around for something. “Of course, I need to ask Oboro about all this. I don't think it'll be a problem giving you each a job here, especially since we really need workers. Plus, I know you guys would make an awesome addition to the team.”

 

Each girl nodded as he drifted off to look for this so-called “Oboro.” Mahiru went back to browsing while Keiko wandered off into the record area in search of something. The young blonde haired girl was halfway into the rock n' roll section of the store when she bumped into someone. When she looked up to apologize, her breath caught in her throat. Before her stood a young man who had to be at least her age, maybe a little older. He had startling chocolate brown eyes, richly colored aqua hair and pale skin that contrasted heavily against his all black clothing. Mahiru was at loss for words as she tried to stutter out a decent apology to the person she'd bumped into. “I'm…oh…um…sorry.”

 

“Watch where you're going, girl,” he spat at her as he ignored her apology, instead opting to walk right past her.

 

She stood in stunned silence, staring after him as he disappeared behind an employee door, the chains hanging from the side of his pants swaying as he walked. `He…works here? No…he probably just didn't see the sign for that door.' She assumed thus since the young man wasn't wearing a nametag like Akira, neither did she think they'd hire him with the way he had spoken. “But wait a minute…haven't I see him somewhere before?' She jogged her memory for a moment before giving up. `Still,' she threw a weary look his way, `I could've sworn that I've seen him before…maybe in school…' Her momentary gazing was interrupted when a paper was flung in her face. She looked at it in surprise, somewhat cross-eyed as she managed to lift a hand and take hold of it. Behind the paper stood Keiko and Akira, both smiling as she gave them a puzzled glare. “Thanks. Um…who was that, the young man who just walked by?”

 

Akira raised a brow as he caught a glimpse of said young man exit the door, ignoring the glare the aqua haired youth sent their way. “What young man?” Akira pretended not to see anyone. “Anyway…you should go meet the boss.”

 

“I'm hired already?” Mahiru forgot her sudden fascination with the young man as Akira nodded enthusiastically. “Wow…thanks. Um…when do we start?”

 

“First, you have to come meet the boss. Then…I guess you'll have a schedule by tomorrow. I can give it to you at school,” Akira answered as he began leading them to the door marked “employees only.” Inside, Mahiru glanced around at the ornate designing and decorative atmosphere. At the far end of the corridor they'd been going down for two minutes, she realized there was a closed door, one that must have housed their boss. When they arrived, Akira knocked lightly, his smile still radiant as he bounced on the balls of his feet. Mahiru fidgeted nervously with her hair as Keiko suddenly became rather interested in her purse. Akira threw them a reassuring face as the door opened. “Sir, the new workers are here. Should I send them in?” Both girls figured that the person within the office had accepted this, for Akira ushered them inside. “Don't worry, everything is fine. He's just going to lay out the ground rules and all.” With that said, he disappeared.

 

Mahiru and Keiko turned around to face their new boss. He was an older man with graying hair but a kind face. Instantly both girls calmed as they took a seat before him, less nervous than before.

 

“Hello young ladies. My name is Oboro. I will be your new boss. But before I can allow you to work, there are some rules and regulations you must agree to, as is procedure when working at any job.” His voice was smooth and comforting.

 

Mahiru felt relief flood her as he gave them a warm smile as he pulled out two stacks of papers, each one containing about three sheets. `Contracts,' Mahiru assumed as he handed them a pen. Both girls read over the papers before signing them with their signatures, binding themselves to—according to the contracts—at least a year of work, two weeks notice for quitting and confidentiality about the record store employees and customers. They'd heard it all before. With that done, the man excused them, asking them to check in with Akira before they headed back home. On their way out, Mahiru went up to the counter in search for Akira. However, she almost fell over in embarrassment when she came face to face with the person she'd bumped into so carelessly earlier on. She fought the blush that crept into her cheeks as she pretended not to see him, all the while hoping that Akira would come. For the oddest reason, she soon realized that Keiko was nowhere to be seen, either. She was beginning to curse her bad luck when she felt as though someone was staring at her. She slowly brought her gaze back to the counter only for her eyes to meet deep, brooding chocolate ones. Mitsuru stared at her in annoyance and Mahiru found herself struggling for words to explain why she was there. Mitsuru beat her to it though.

 

“Did you need something?”

 

She blanched. `How does he work here? He's awfully rude to be helping customers…and there's no way…' her thoughts trailed off as she discovered that he'd been tapping his fingers on the counter, thoroughly irritated at her for not answering. “I'm sorry…I'm…waiting for Akira.”

 

He muttered something under his breath as he began walking away. For some reason, Mahiru heard herself calling out to him. Cursing under his breath, Mitsuru turned around, bothered that this random girl was calling him back when she clearly needed nothing—not from him, anyway. “What is it? Can't that damn idiot help you?”

 

Her forehead creased in slight anger. “Excuse me, but why are you so mean? If you work here, shouldn't you be nicer to your customers? You're attitude doesn't make me want to buy anything!”

 

His surprise was apparent as he stalked back to her, seething as he leaned over the counter until their faces were about a foot apart. She could feel irritation rolling off him in thick waves as she, too, glared back at him in defiance. If steam could blow out of ones ears, Mitsuru would have warmed the entire store. “And just what do I care if you buy anything from here, you stupid girl? I don't give a shit whether you're a customer or not!”

 

Mahiru felt like she wanted to burst as she felt her hands clench into slight fists. “Excuse me? I can't believe you! You can't possibly be an employee!”

 

“And what if I am?” He shot back.

 

“Then I don't know why they hired you! You are so mean, and rude, too!” She fired right back, though with less hostility than before.

 

He was about to respond when Akira came bounding up to them, practically dragging Keiko with him as he came to an abrupt halt between them. “Hey, hey, hey! What's the problem?”

 

“Nothing!” They both shouted in unison.

 

Akira took a step back as Keiko grabbed a hold of Mahiru's arm. “Well, we'll see you later Akira. Mahiru should be getting home or her family will worry, not to mention her big brother! See you at school tomorrow!” And just like that, the two girls disappeared through the entrance.

 

Once they had disappeared, Mitsuru slumped against the counter, head in his arms as he tried to gain control of his already rising temper. Akira patted his head, which annoyed him more than calmed him. When he felt calm enough, he rose to head in the direction of the inventory storage when Akira's voice stopped him. Mitsuru turned around, his eye twitching as he paused. “What?”

 

“I said, what did you do now? You know can't go yelling at customers like that! It takes away business!” Akira announced in slight disappointment as he opened the cash register, placing fresh bills into the slots.

 

“That's why I work in inventory! Besides, it's not my fault she was so stupid!” Mitsuru defended as he grabbed hold of the nearest checklist and the first available pen that came into view.

 

“She was a customer, Mitsuru.” With a sigh, Akira rubbed his temples before smiling brightly. “Just go finish the inventory. I'm going to call Misoka so he can bring in the next shipment!”

 

Everything had returned to its normal atmosphere. But back in the packaging area, Mitsuru was fuming as he ripped open box after box filled with the latest pop music CD's to stack onto the shelves before opening tomorrow. He was halfway through his third box when he threw his knife down and let out a growl of aggravation. `I don't even know that stupid girl!' He knew this wasn't entirely true since they attended the same college classes, more or less; he just happened to sit away from the rest of the class, as much as possible. For instance, he didn't sit anywhere near the front nor did he converse with anyone in his classes. However, he did, for the strangest reason, seem to remember her and her friend, Keiko Himura, no matter how much he tried to ignore them. `It's only because she's always doing stupid things in class, and today was apparently no exception…' He snickered as he remembered her spilling the drink all over her shirt the earlier that same day. `Stupid girl, getting in my face…she has no idea.' She was always tripping or falling over something, hitting her head or running into poles and the like. `She's so annoying,' he thought as he kicked a nearby crate in irritation.

 

His mind would not let go of the image of the blonde girl who had walked in. He had noticed her the minute she'd entered with her friend, her brown eyes sparkling as she walked towards his co-worker. Mitsuru wanted to slap himself as he let out a sigh. `Thinking about her…I don't even know her! And I still have work tomorrow night…' He scowled as he realized that further unpacking was futile since he might cut off his hand due to lack of focus. Kicking the knife to the side, he called Akira to ask when Misoka would come in with the next shipment. Luckily for him, it arrived the moment he picked up the phone. Grateful for some kind of distraction from his already hectic day, he continued his work as if nothing happened, glad that no one suspected anything. Misoka did not seem to pick up on anything strange as he placed box after box on the floor for Mitsuru to unpack. Nevertheless, the younger man could feel Misoka's eyes boring holes into his back, scrutinizing him from every angle as he went about his work. And if there was one thing Mitsuru did not like, it was being scrutinized. After feeling like he couldn't take it, he whirled around to face his shorter but older co-worker.

 

Misoka blinked. “Is something the matter Mitsuru?”

 

Furious, the aqua-haired young man threw his knife down, again. “And what's it to you?”

 

Once again, Misoka blinked, intrigued. “Then…I take it something IS the matter.”

 

Enraged that the other man had tricked him into admitting anything, he viciously picked up the knife and began stalking away. “Just leave me alone,” he threw over his shoulder as he disappeared into the front area.

 

“Indeed,” Misoka replied to the air as he returned to his task of unpacking, a smirk on his lips. “Indeed, Mitsuru.”

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

She let out a sigh as she plopped onto her bed, annoyed about the events of the day. Keiko had left her on her doorstep a few minutes prior and Nozomu had bombarded her with questions the minute she'd walked in. She shaded her eyes from the setting sun that shone into her window, feeling slightly more peaceful as her body relaxed. Cool air drifted in through her window as she watched the ceiling fan above her continue to turn and turn, circulating the air around her seemingly stuffy room. She'd been in her room mere minutes when she heard a knock on her door, one she could not refuse no matter how tired she was. With another sigh, she obligingly opened the door to allow Nozomu inside, somewhat annoyed that he was bothering her after such a long day. He marched in, smoothly as though he did not mean business; Mahiru knew better. Nozomu never bothered her unless he thought it was really important that he gather some kind of information from her, especially about her day today.

 

“So, you didn't walk home with me today.” She nodded at him as he sat down on her bed. “What happened? What did you do today? As your big brother I…well, you know.”

 

Mahiru smiled lightly as she glanced at him. “I went to apply for a job today, with Keiko, at the new record store,” she replied as she turned around towards the wall, hugging her pillows. “I needed to.”

 

He chuckled as he patted her head. “That's all right. I was worried. But you need spending money, and I've been trying to tell dad this since…a long time. Anyway, I'm going to go do my homework. Just let me know if you need anything, ok?”

 

“I will,” she answered, her response muffled because of her pillow.

 

She giggled as he shut the door behind him, her eyes feeling as though they were beginning to droop from fatigue. She knew tomorrow she'd start work. It was Saturday after all. However, she wasn't sure how she was going to deal with getting up so early; she couldn't even do it for classes—how was she supposed to do it for work? Her mind drew a blank as she looked at her clock, eyes somewhat glazed over from a lack of sleep that had somehow found her over the past few weeks. '10:00 PM already? Hm…I think it's bedtime now.' With that last thought, her eyes shut as she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, unaware of the things that would come tomorrow for her first day of work.

 

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

 

The next morning found Mahiru almost halfway off her bed, legs hanging over the side as she lightly snored her way through most of the sunlight. However, when the daily knock on her door woke her, any hope of sleeping in a little longer faded. With a groan, she rolled out of bed, managing a muffled response to the person outside: Nozomu. “What is it?”

 

“Mahiru, you have a phone call from someone named Akira Yamabuki? He says you have work today at 10:00, which is in…a half hour,” Nozomu answered as slowly pushed the door open.

 

With a gasp, Mahiru fell out of bed, grasping for the phone from her brother's grasp. “Hello? Yes, hello Akira. Yes, of course. I'll see you there.” As soon as she was done speaking she dropped the phone to the floor and darted towards her bathroom. “Sorry brother, I have to go to work!”

 

“Since when did you have a job?” He was curious.

 

“The one I applied for yesterday, well, yeah…I was hired. I have to go in for training right now. Bye Nozomu!” Mahiru shouted from the kitchen as she finished slipping on her shoes. She was out the door before he could ask her anymore questions about her new job. She panted as she ran to the store, not even thinking about stopping at Keiko's. `She's probably already there…' As she came to a stop in the doorway of the store, she raised a brow at the man standing before it, a box in his hands. He was shorter than her by a couple inches, but had stunningly long, dark green hair. He wore a pair of shaded glasses and a hat that read “inventory deliverer” on it in bright gold letters. Curious, Mahiru opened the door for him before allowing herself inside. She was about to ask him if he worked there when he turned to her while placing the box on the counter before a very hyperactive looking Akira.

 

“You must be one of the new employees,” He said, sounding somewhat interested.

 

She nodded. “Yes, I'm Mahiru Shiraishi.”

 

“This is Misoka Asagi. He works in inventory and shipping for our store.” Akira's smile widened.

 

“Is Keiko here already?” Mahiru looked around as she inquired about her friend.

 

“Yeah, and she'll be working in the front here as a cashier and customer service representative; I already gave her the uniform—she's changing in the back—and here is yours.” He thrust two packaged pieces of clothing at her. “The pants you're wearing are fine. You only need the shirt and an apron. The rest of the uniform you can get in the back. Misoka can help you.”

 

“Right this way, Ms. Shiraishi. You'll be working with us in the back, doing inventory. I hope that's all right with you,” Misoka responded as he led her past the familiar gray door with the sign “employees only” written on it in big white letters.

 

“Yes, anything is fine.” She glanced around the stacking area, noticing all the boxes needing to be opened, opened boxes that were stacked with CD's showing and various half-cut boxes. She was turning the corner when she ran into someone. `Great, Mahiru, you dolt,' she thought as she stood up, dusting herself off before offering the person a hand. Who she saw, however, made her point a shaky finger. “You…what are you doing here?”

 

“You've met before?” Misoka looked intrigued again.

 

“Well, yesterday I…”

 

“This stupid girl bumped into me yesterday! What is SHE doing back here? Does Akira know that you're—”

 

“She works here now,” answered the older man, adjusting his blue cap as he cleared a stack of boxes for Mahiru to sit on. He pressed a gentle hand to her forehead. “Do you have any pain?” She shook her head. “In any event, Mahiru this is your co-worker, Mitsuru Suou. Mitsuru, this is Mahiru Shiraishi. You'll be working together here from now on. Her friend, Keiko Himura, will be manning the front with Akira. Should there be any trouble, Ms. Shiraishi,” he smirked at her. “You can always notify Oboro. Mitsuru does tend to get out of hand sometimes.” He glanced at his watch as the aqua haired teen shot him a death glare. “Well, I must go. I have to pick up a shipment. It was nice to meet you.”

 

With that, he was gone. Mahiru sighed in relief as she relaxed on the box he had cleared for her, her heart pounding slightly. “Well…that was stressful.”

 

“Hey, you,” Mitsuru's quiet voice interrupted her thoughts.

 

“Hm?” She looked up.

 

“GET OFF THAT BOX!” He shouted, scaring her out of her wits. In turn, she jumped off the box, nearly tripping on one that lay haphazardly in her path. However, just as her footing became steady, he moved forward towards her, startling her—she tripped on the box. Not thinking, Mitsuru jumped forward, barely managing to catch her as she toppled to the ground. Breathing heavily in relief, Mahiru looked into his eyes, awestruck for a moment before he released her, grumbling. “You stupid girl; what a klutz. I can't be saving you. I don't even know why Akira put you back here. You're a walking disaster—I've seen it so many times before.”

 

Huffing, Mahiru poked him hard in the back. “You're so mean and rude. How do you know I'm a walking disaster? And don't I know you from somewhere?”

 

He tensed at her inquiry. “School.”

 

She gasped. “We go to the same school together?”

 

“What's it to you, idiot?” He insulted her again as he stabbed the nearest sealed box with his knife.

 

Mahiru looked around for one like his; no such luck. Instead, she opted to sort the already opened CD's onto the stacking cart, alphabetically, of course. “I'm not an idiot. I just…didn't know we went to the same school.”

“You wouldn't. It doesn't matter,” he replied as he stabbed another box that was sealed. “Get to work. Unpack those boxes and sort them into their proper genres.”

 

“Ok, but hey,” she trailed off as he disappeared through the door. “Well…I guess I'll just ask later.” Somehow, as she sat there sorting CD's, Mahiru felt like it was only the beginning of her troubles at her new job. `Maybe I should've thought about getting hired somewhere else,' she mused as she finished sorting one pile. As Mitsuru reentered the area, he threw her a withering look as she went back to stabbing boxes, rather harshly in her opinion. With a sigh, she returned to sorting the CD's again. `It looks like I'm in for a long day.'

 

TBC

 

(I don't know…I am still playing the idea…but hope you guys like it so far. I'll be adding more to this one and most likely to my Teen Titans fic. All other ones, well…they're slightly hopeless right now. And, Crescent Moon V. 6 was everything I wanted it to be and I am squee happy about Mahiru and Mitsuru! That's all for now. Please R&R if you'd like. Chao.)

 

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