The Cruor Luna

[FoxWriter]

It was one of those days, one of those days when you wake up, and have that feeling that something big is about to happen, something so large that it changes your life forever. For better, or for worse one never can tell, but you wake up with that intense knowing, you just know that something is going to happen and it makes you tremble in dread and excitement all at the same time... it was one of those days.

The day itself was nice, pretty, cheerful. The air was warm and moist as the weather usually was, the heavy stench of city air filtering through everything, trash, sweat, food, sewer, animals, smog. The sounds of honking horns and screeching tires and road raged people as people stalked the streets of the city, chattering on phones, reading newspapers, stomping through the concrete covered ground to head for work and head for home, all of them ignoring everyone and everything, including the gorgeous girl who was sitting on a bus stop bench.

She was pretty, that much anyone could see, one of those 'supermodel magazine' pretties that always attracted more attention than was really wanted. She had long bright blue hair that curled around her ever so perfectly. Her eyes where the prettiest shade of blue, and her skin was pale and perfect in the light as she sat there, reading a book, oblivious to the world around her. She was long, all leg like a supermodel should be. She was young though, she couldn't have been any older than fifteen or sixteen, which should have made people wonder why she was sitting on a park bench all alone in a beautiful silk blue dress.

no one cared, no one even looked at her, she was fine with that. She looked up as a large man suddenly in front of her. terror flooded her eyes as she jumped to her feet, mouth open to scream, the man grabbing her tightly holding her still as a hand clapped over her mouth to keep her from screaming as he forced her into a darker alleyway. No one paused in their rushing this way and that as she screamed and struggled, the men ripping at her clothes, her long body writhing and twisting as she tried to get away from the man, another loud shriek of fury and fear falling from her lips as the man gripped the top of her dress, the fabric ripping as her breasts spilled out into the air, making her sob and cry as firm hands gripped and groped at her, the man laughing sadistically as he started forcing her onto the ground, all to ready to rape her. No one even paused to try to help, they just went on their way.

 

[Turtlepower]

Ken had a wonderfull feeling as school ended that day. He felt as though things were going to get better for him. It was a peculiar feeling. Especialy for such a normal day. Ken stood at 6 feet. He was well built, with a rather small frame. To most, he looks weak. But this punk was far from that. Going to a school for delinquency tends to do that. Not that he did anything to deserve it. He only lost his parents. His mom got sick and died. His father.... Was weak, and couldnt take it. Ken came
home to find his father hanging. A pretty fucked up thing for a 16 year old to see. But a year has passed, and he is doing ok. Regardless of his situation. He was a strong kid. Always fought for what he believed in. And always did what he thought was right. So one can imagine that he was not very popular at school.

The school bell just finished ringing as Ken was grabing his bag. "Hey Ken, come check this out." A classmate said, calling for him. "What is it? Some kind of porn again?" The boy then scratched his head as the group evoided eye contact. "Ya good luck with that perverts. I gotta go, or i will miss my bus." Ken said as he walked out the door. Soon he made it to the bus stop. But the bus was not what he did not want to miss.

There she was. Every day after school. She was here. Such a buetifull girl. She looked younger then him but, Still around his age. Did not matter though. He did not stand a chance in hell in getting her. He was a delinquent and she was... Well, way out of his fucking league.Funny how he left without checking out hot chjcks in a magazing, just to spy on a girl. He still trys to gather his courage. To talk to her. Which was what he was doing. When he sees this ass hole grab her, and pull her into an alley.

At first Ken was shocked. This was in broad daylight, but no one seemed to care. When he sees theman begin to rip up her clothing, Ken flipped out. "Hey!" He screamed as he fought against the crowd. Walking through them and into the alley. "You son of a bitch." He said as he through him against the wall. Ken punched him in the jaw. Kneed him in the gut. And punched him in the temple. Clocking the guy out cold. "Are you ok?" Ken asked as he helped her up. There wasnow a crowd of people watching. Since she was exposed, Ken wrapped his unjform jacket around her. "Come on i live close by." He said. As he walked her through the crowd, and down the side walk.

 

[FoxWriter]

the young girl screamed and struggled and fought against the jackass who had every intention of raping her. she was sobbing as she tried to struggle free, and screamed as another guy came along. as the two fought, she curled up, struggling to protect herself, trembling as the rapist tried to fight back. Ken was faster, stronger, ad smarter though, and it took little effort at all to have him flat on his back, out cold. she was sobbing as Ken settled his jacket over her, and she pulled it closed so she wasn't exposed to the crowd, sniffling as she let him help her to her feet and guide her away from the jerk who had tried to rape her. the crowd parted for them, looking astonished, but no one had called the police, no one tried to help... they didn't even say a word as Ken helped the girl walk away. she clung to Ken like glue, shivering in her terror as she cried, seeking comfort and reassurances as he walked her up to his house, and she settled onto his couch, trembling violently as she hiccuped and tried to dry her eyes.

"m..may i have s..something to d...drink?" she asked hopefully. "s...something w..warm?" she asked, blinking at him with her wide, dark blue eyes. "i... i'm Misa." she explained softly. "Misa Takanawa..." she muttered softly, blinking at him as she pulled his jacket tighter around herself, as if somewhat worried it might slip, and she'd reveal herself even more to him. "c...could i borrow a shirt from you?" she asked hopefully, sniffling a little as she wiped her eyes. "i've never been attacked before..." she admitted, shivering still, clearly in shock, and terror. "...do... do you think he'll come after us?" she asked, looking terrified. "you don't... t...think he'll come try again do you!?" she asked, panic lacing her voice as she begged Ken with her eyes, to promise her that everything would be alright. "i never should have moved here..." she whimpered, hiding her face in his jacket to hide from the world, taking a deep breath... and simply loving the way he smelled. he just smelled... perfect, so good, like all of her favorite things. like smoke and spring and snow and food and... everything.

"...thank you for rescuing me." she finally stated as she started to calm down. "there where people everywhere, but they didn't even look at me.... they just walked by as if i wasn't in trouble." she admitted, her lip quivering. "that man was going to rape me... i've never even had my first kiss!" she complained, swallowing thickly as she wiped her eyes again, blinking at him, and looking ever so sad and pathetic as she blinked at him. "...could i stay here tonight? i don't want to go home and be all alone... the man... he might come back..." she worried her lip, looking oh so very worried as she blinked at him with those bright blue, perfect eyes as she begged, pleaded with him to let her stay.

 

[Turtlepower]

Ken had a one bedroom apartment. A few cuboards in one small corner, with afridge next to it. And a table just a few feet away. On the other end, is his bed, that lays against the wall. With a dresser at the foot of it. The only other room was a bathroom. Only big enough for a toilet, a sink, and a bath tub big enough for two. In the center of his apartment is a smal green couch, A coffe table. And a small tv.

Ken went straight to caring for her. Making her a warm glass of tea. Getting her a t shirt from his dresser. And sitting by her side. She was scared, still under the stress of what had just happened . She held him tightly. The soft warmth of her body pressing against his. He stared into her blue eyes. And quickly looked away. They were so buetiful, she gave him the perfect puppy dog stare. He couldnt possibly have said no... Not to her. He hesitently wrapped his arms around her quivering body. And spoke, "ok, you can stay for the night. You can sleep on my bed. I will take the couch... Any way, it is nice to meet you Misa. I am Ken." She was so frail. So frightened. He wanted to make her comfortable . But couldnt help but continue to hold her. His arm can feel her soft skin. He can smell her sweet hair. And can see how buetiful she was up close. Rather then across the street. He then realised what he was doing. With a blush on his face, he walked to the bathroom. "Make yourself at home. Im gonna take a piss."

He said it in his usual tone too. She didnt deserve the sudden change in attitude. But he realised, she made him drop his gaurd. He cant fall for her. He cant care. Or it will just hurt more when she is gone. He needs to hold it in. bury his feelings. Or else she will hurt him like every one else... He walked over to the sink. And stared into the mirror, as he washed his face. He fought the urge to punch the mirror, not liking what he sees... She might want to use it later. Sopunch it when she is gone. He thought to himself. He then walked out of the bathroom to go back to carring for his guest. "Need anything?" He asked, after a deep breath. Still trying to unwind, and control his emotions.

 

[FoxWriter]

she pulled on the T-shirt quickly, trembling still as she clutched his jacket and tea close to her, so very frightened. honestly, with the kind of attack she'd suffered, she should have pulled away, or flinched at his touch, instead she leaned into him when he wrapped his arms around her, and she cuddled into his warmth. "thank you Ken." she muttered softly. "i can sleep on the couch though... i don't want to take your bed... i'm already being a burden..." she muttered, her eyes closed. as he pulled away, she looked rather hurt, and she looked down at the hot tea in her hands, blushing a little at the crass language he employed, and looking so hurt and alone. she drank her tea, and pulled his jacket even tighter around herself, looking confused and upset when he walked back out, and she shook her head. "no thank you... i'm fine..." she muttered softly, sounding almost as if she'd done something wrong, or bad that had upset him. "i think i might just go to bed if that's alright..." she muttered softly, settling into the couch and closing her eyes with a sigh. and just like that, she was asleep, exaughsted from her terror.

whether he moved her, or simply left her on the couch, at about three in the morning, she was gently shaking his shoulder. "k...ken? i... i had a nightmare..." she whispered softly, her voice laced with terror, and tears in her eyes. "c..can i sleep with you?" she asked hopefully, biting her lip. "i..i'm sorry if...if i'm asking too much..." she was so hesitant, and uncertain, as if she was completely unaware of how beautiful and perfect she was. if he gave his permission, she crawled into bed with him, snuggling tight into him as if she was a small child, or a kitten or a puppy seeking comfort and warmth. if he told her no, she went back to sleep alone, and cried herself to sleep. either way, in the morning, she was up before him, and the smell of food was in the air when he woke, an she was standing in his kitchen, his shirt and jacket still on as she made him breakfast. "i... i hope you don't mind." she managed to stutter once she saw he was awake. "i just... i was so rude last night i... i wanted to find a way to make it up to you..." none of the food she was making, had been in his house before hand, so she had clearly run across the street and bought it before bringing it back to cook it.

there was thick sliced bacon, and firm, golden pancakes with a rich pat of butter and heavy, sweet, sticky syrup. there was sausage links and something called a pomegranate, which she was cutting open and scooping out into a bowl of water so that she could get to the seeds which where put on top of the pancakes for an added boost of flavor. "i have to go to school soon..." she admitted, looking nervous and scared. "do... do you want me to bring your T-Shirt back after classes?" she asked, blinking at him, her head tilted. "i have enough time to run home and change... but i can't afford to be late or i'll get in a great deal of trouble..." who got in 'a great deal of trouble' just for being late? from her clothes, it was pretty obvious she went to a rich kids school, which was probobly why she went to the bus stop everyday. she probobly lived at the rich end of town, just a few blocks away from where Ken was living. in a matter of a street, crappy rundown buildings, instantaneously turned into bright green grassy lawns and massive two and three story houses. she probobly lived in one of them. "so... uhm.. enjoy your breakfast..." she muttered, sliding the pancakes, bacon, and sausage over to him. "i'll come back after class to wash the dishes i dirtied... ok?" she asked, offering him a shy smile before she vanished out the door to get dressed in some proper clothing and go to school.

 

[Turtlepower]

Ken smiled as she asked him that. She was so cute, he couldnt say no. "Sure.." He said, as he opened his covers, to let her in. She soon fell asleep, and Ken soon regreted his decision. He was fighting his urges. Laying there, holding a helpless sleeping girl. It is like the begining of a bad hentei. He slowly rested his head near hers. Closing his eyes as he sniffed her hair... He felt a weight in his chest. Conflicting emotions, repressing a building desire. He slowly pressed his lips against her cheek. Tasting her soft skin... He takes another deep breath. Before kissing down her delicate neck. His hand slowly going up her leg. She then begins to squirm in her sleep. He retracted from his actions. Cursing himself for a lack of self control... "Your better then this.." He said as he moved to a different position. "Your better then this."

The next morning he woke up to the smell of food. Slowly rising up out of bed. He tried not to spek much, embarased with his actions last night. "Ok... Your welcome to come by whenever youwant. Its ok... Were friends now right?" When she was gone he got dressed for school. He then went on to school, and had a normal day. Ignored teachers, fell asleep in class, beat up a few ass holes, ignore the perverts, and leave school. Except the only difference was, that Misa will be at his home, and in his presence. Not at a busstop. "Misa, you here?" He asked as he entered his home.

 

[FoxWriter]

she was even more adorable asleep, her soft face so calm and relaxed as she enjoyed his comfort. her hair smelled sweet, like rare flowers and fresh cookies, somehow, she smelled like sugar. she tasted just as sweet, like vanilla was ingrained into her skin, giving her a sweet, salty taste of skin and cookies. as she felt his hand sliding up, she squirmed, a low sound of annoyance falling from her lips as she smacked at what she thought was a bug crawling up her leg. she smiled as he walked into the kitchen and beamed at him when he called them freinds. "i'd like that! i don't have any freinds yet." she'd been sitting at that bus stop for almost a year now... how could she not have any freinds? she gave him a kiss on the cheek before vanishing to get dressed, and school for her was much the same, only she paid attention and had three tests she had to take.

when he walked in, Misa was there, wearing a beautiful blue dress with white lace ribbons as she stood on a stood so she could reach the dishes... it hadn't really been evident, but she was rather short, a great deal smaller than him. "i'm here! i'm washing your dishes!" she admitted, smiling happily at him as she hopped off the stool and gave him a hug. with her shoes off, the top of her head only just brushed his chin, and with the hug done, she went back to washing the dishes, a hum on her lips. "was school good today? mine was awful, i had three tests!" she admitted, shaking her head. "and i got in trouble for someone else talking in class." she admitted, a pout on her pretty, pretty lips as she rinsed a plate and set it on the dish drainer. "i hate middle school. it's going to be different next year! i'm going to be in high-school then!" she admitted with a grin as she scrubbed a new plate. she was just finishing middle school... that really put her age in perspective. unless she was held back more than once, she was fourteen or fifteen. so young to have such a gorgeous body, it was really no wonder that pervert grabbed her. she was practically helpless at such a young age. "your in high-school aren't you Ken? you go to the one across the street from the bus stop right?"

 

[Turtlepower]

Ken embraced her hug, as she ran into his arms. He blushed as her hair brushed against his chin. His heart began to race, just like last night. He wanted to kiss her..But he couldnt. They only just met. He watched as she went back to doing his dishes.. He sat down, thinking of how right the image was. How she should be his.."Ya, that is my school. It is a cheap one but I make do. " He rest's his chin on his hands. stil watching her intently. "How about you? I bet it is that rich school near here. You seem like your pretty wealthy, probly popular with the guys to." He said. As he walked over to his dresser. He took off his uniform shirt. Revealing his ab's. He was well built for his age. But had his own share of scar's. He had a scar across his chest. Starting at his right shoulder, and ending at his left hip. He had a small scar on his collar bone, not to mention the small scar on his lip and chin. He then grabbed a t-shirt from his dresser. "So, do laundry to?" He asked as he put it on.

 

[FoxWriter]

she smiled a little and nodded. "i bet you have fun at your school. mine's very controlled. you can't talk in class... you can't run in the halls... we don't even get a recess. it's just learn learn learn and then by the time you get home your too tired to do anything but do your homework... because lord forbid if you don't finish your homework... and go to bed." she sighed a little and shook her head. "i'm wealthy enough i suppose, but the guys don't like me much because i'm not a slut." she admitted, shaking her head. "if i'm going to give up my virginity, i don't want it to be with some rich snob who's just going to leave me for a harlot who get's paid to be the best." she admitted with a roll of her eyes. "i don't really have any freinds at all..." she admitted smiling at him. "except for you." she admitted, watching him undress, looking amazed. "oh wow..." she hopped off the stool and touched the scar on his chest. "what happened?" she asked, astonished as she traced the scar to his abs, looking rather startled.

"you have such big muscles! the rich boys at my school are all kind of flabby..." she admitted. "their rich, so they don't have to stay in shape..." she admitted, blinking a little before smirking a little. "i'd love to do laundry!" she agreed, gathering up his dirty clothes and skipping off to his laundry room. she seamed to really enjoy playing homemaker... of course, if she was as rich as her dress suggested... not to mention her school, she probobly didn't get a chance to do house chores all that often. she soon had his washer going and tsked as she examined the dist on his shelves. "men are so helpless." she complained rolling her eyes as she grabbed the damp cloth from washing the dishes and proceeded to dust his house. clearly, she intended to make herself at home and clean that place up a little. "Arch?... do you live alone?" she asked suddenly, blinking at him as she realized there was no room for adults in the little apartment.