[A/N: My first Master of
Mosquiton fic, and possibly my last.
Now, be nice. I've only just
gotten 'Resurrection' but I've watched it about fifteen times and I've read the
spoilers about fifteen times. I know
what happens. Well, since I'm such an
avid vamp-fan, I need to write an Inaho/Mosquiton fic. Don't ask why, just read!]
[Disclaimer: Hmm…I don't
seem to own this either. Wait! Let me check my copyrights! Let's see, Shinji Shazaki, Naori, Kasumi
Shiro…Nope, no Mo-chan.]
Hitomebore Inaho sat on the floor of 'Time'
listening to the rhythmic squeaking of glass being cleaned. Of course, the now-eighteen-year-old
remarked, it was her doing the cleaning.
a sigh, Inaho pulled her hand away from the door of the large grandfather clock
in the middle of her shop. Of course,
she was the only one at the shop to clean it.
she reminisced about that day only a few months ago. Mo-chan had looked so kawaii, sitting there where Inaho now sat,
cleaning the glass.
now, thanks to Sangermain and that…strange man in the wheelchair, her Mo-chan
wasn't coming back.
stood and dropped the rag back into the bucket.
red-haired O-Part hunter walked down the stairway and opened the door to
Honoo's room. The fire had long since
turned to ash, but Honoo's green-orange shirts remained on the bamboo stick.
walked a short distance to Yuki's room and opened the door. The cold mist swept around her ankles and
Inaho shivered. The cold in this
room probably wasn't ever going away.
Honoo and Yuki had gone.
another sigh, Inaho started back up the stairs.
one to call her 'Mama Inaho'…no one to help her run the shop…
really missed Mosquiton and his 'dark allies'.
Ina-chan!" Mr. Chang laughed. He walked
over and tried to slip his hand over Inaho's shoulder, but she readily slapped
him. And yet…he tried again. Inaho slapped him again, and he still came
me be, dammit!" Inaho slapped the perverted man again. He stumbled back and then let out a scream
of pain. Inaho stared as the man
clapped his hands around his…reason of perversion and fell to the ground. No one ever did that for her except…
she looked about, "Mo-chan?" Neither of
them was there. It was probably Mo-chan
if it had been him, since he had to order Honoo to stop Mr. Chang… But neither was there.
sadly, Inaho turned from the screaming form of Mr. Chang and walked out of the
pool hall for home.
black-haired boy smirked slightly at his bit of fun, and then walked back into
shielded her hair and eyes from the rain, jogging down the sidewalk. A curse upon the unpredictable weather. Well, nothing to do about it except for
Inaho closed her hand about the doorknob, she slipped and fell flat on her
backside. "Itai!" she cried in
pain. What on earth had she slipped on?
Inaho looked around, "Yuki?" No little
green-haired girl giggling at Inaho's sore pride…dammit. Inaho sighed and tugged herself up by the
doorknob and then felt a tiny string around the knob.
glanced down and gasped. Mo-chan's
cross! His little golden cross was hung
on the doorknob.
ran inside after hastily, but carefully, yanking Mo-chan's cross from the
she cried, "Mo-chan, are you hiding in here?"
Inaho looked about and at the ceiling.
No sounds except for the ticking of the clocks, and no Mo-chan.
let out a sad sigh and looked at the cross in her hand. A horrible thought darted into her mind and
she choked in sadness. With a sob, she
dropped the cross to the wooden floor and ran up the stairs.
dark, cloaked figure stood before the Time shop. No sign of his dearest Inaho…but a large hunk of ice on the
ground before the doorway.
opening the door, the cloaked man slipped inside and noted to remind Inaho-chan
to lock the door sometimes. He opened
his mouth to call her, but his foot rested strangely on the ground.
man lifted his foot and glanced down.
Strange…why would she throw the cross to the ground like that? He knelt down and picked up the little
sobbed into one of the pillows on her bed.
Mo-chan had really gone…Sangermain had survived and destroyed him…he had
left the cross there to taunt Inaho about it…
jumped and looked up from the pillow.
That voice… But no one else was
in the room.
looked around again, but still found no one, and yet…
looked straight up and gasped.
she cried, staring right into the face of Mosquiton. Mosquiton smiled right back, and dropped down from the
ceiling. Inaho leapt from her bed and
hugged Mosquiton as hard as she could.
she sobbed into his chest, "I thought you were dead!" Mosquiton chuckled and hugged her back. "No, Inaho-chan, I'm all right." he murmured.
Honoo and Yuki?" Inaho looked up. "Who
do you think left the ice and my necklace?" Mosquiton smirked, "And Honoo had a
little fun—er—taking care of Mr. Chang for you."
laughed slightly and pressed her forehead against Mosquiton's chest. "Inaho-chan…" Mosquiton said softly, "I'm
sorry about the O-Part. We couldn't
save it for you…"
shook her head and said, "Mosquiton, I don't care about that anymore. All I want is for you to stay with me." Mosquiton smiled.
ano, can you stay?" Inaho asked nervously, "I mean, I'm still just mortal and—"
silenced his dearest Inaho by pressing his lips gently against hers. "Inaho, I swear, I will stay by your side
until we both return from dust to dust." he murmured, "Until the ends of time
itself. I love you."
smiled as tears welled anew in her turquoise eyes and she let them fall. As long as she and Mosquiton were together…
would need nothing else.