Disclaimer: Full Moon does not belong to me, but to its rightful owner, Arina Tanemura.

Chapter 1

"Eichi! Eichi!"

My wife called out his name again. I had to shake her awake to stop her screaming.

"Mitsuki, wake up! You're having a nightmare!"

Her eyes popped open, and in the lamplight I could see the tears streaming down her cheeks. She still thought about him. Even now when was dying, her thoughts were with that boy who died so long ago. I had put up with this for years. Maybe I really wanted her to fall in love with me, but I couldn't figure anything out. When I was given a second chance, I thought that I would take care of Mitsuki properly since she had helped get me a second chance at life. But, now that I knew death, life was hard since my group Route L had disbanded. Keichi and I formed a duet that hung out sometimes, but we didn't have any gigs. Mitsuki was the one who supported me, financially with her album sales. Finally, I ended up as a househusband.

I never saw Meroko again, either. Mitsuki talked about her sometimes, but she was so busy with her concerts and promotions that I hardly had time to talk to her about our old days. Sometimes I wondered why God had given me this second chance. The only thing that kept me by Mitsuki's side was our strong love for each other. She had become beautiful over the years, but that could have been attributed to her stage life.

So much had changed. At home, she would walk around in shorts and a tank top. I really missed the old Mitsuki who wore beautiful dresses everyday. The only thing that hadn't changed was that she listened to her parent's music box every night. I wondered if this redundant life was going to continue until we died. I didn't want to die a second death and not accomplish anything.

"Takuto! I'm okay! Stop looking at me like that!"

I had been deep in thought too long.

"What are you still thinking about Eichi for?! I'm here! Am I not good enough?"

"Takuto! It's not my fault! He's just been appearing lately. I'm sorry that you've been feeling so jealous. But, I love you and only you!"

"How can I believe that? Why can't you dream of me? Am I not manly enough? Is it because I can't support you…"

A sting on my cheek stopped me from saying anymore. Mitsuki's hand was red from the impact.

"You think I'm…lying to you?"

How was I supposed to answer this question?

"No, of course not, but why can't you dream of me?"

"I can't control my dreams."

I punched my fist into the bed sheets. Mitsuki had things going her way for too long. Just because she was a huge star and traveled the world didn't make her the winner of each of our fights. She didn't care how I felt at all. But, I had to make my position as her husband clear to her. My right to exercise my marital rights was the only way to get her to dream the rest of the night about me.

"You came home late last night when I was asleep. I rarely get to see you, Mitsuki."

Leaning over, I took her face in my hands and bent down for a kiss. If she let me touch her, I was going to have to make a decision. She responded just like I thought she would. The air was filled with my name on her lips, not Eichi's. Pleased, I made my decision. The morning would decide whether I would tell her about it or not.

The sunrise broke through with a ringing of the telephone.

A sleepy voice answered, "Hello?"

A pause.

"An hour at the studio? But, this is my day off…okay. I'll be right there."

The choice was made not to let Mitsuki know about my decision. After hearing her protest, I decided to pretend to be asleep and let her go. This would give me time to carry out my decision. She got dressed and kissed my forehead.

"Good morning. I'll be back in a little while. Sleep tight."

Resisting the urge to grab her arm and pull her back into the bed with me, I watched her leave through the corner of my eye. When she locked the door, I hurriedly got dressed and left, too. I wanted to be back first and surprise her if all went well. This was something that I had to do now or else she would never see me as a man. No one wanted a stay at home husband, who did nothing but watch the house. I wanted to stand by her side and have children with her. But we had avoided children because she couldn't stay and take care of them. I could, but she was against taking a maternity leave from her tours.

Outside, I headed to the shopping mall to see if I could find a scout. If I sang as I walked, someone was bound to offer me a contract with their recording company. It wasn't my ego. I could have signed with Mitsuki's studio, but I didn't want to use her name to stand on my own. If I went to a small studio, then I could make enough to stand with her as her husband.

Little did I realize that I was being followed. I forgot to sing as I walked since I was concentrating on Mitsuki, but someone still offered me a job. It wasn't exactly a job I wanted, but it would do. They gave me their card. It read: Bishie Models. Modeling wasn't bad. I ran home and gave them a call. It seemed as if I was on hold forever. Was this some sort of scam? Did I dial the right number? When a live person answered the phone, I threw away my doubts and told her about the modeling scout who told me to call. She transferred me to him and he wanted me to start right away. He asked if I could come to his office in half an hour for a photo shoot. When I hung up, I raced out the door. But as I locked it, I heard the telephone ring inside. Whoever it was could call back. I was in a hurry to beat the half hour deadline given to me.

In half an hour, I stood outside his office knocking on his door. I was so excited that I decided I would do the shoot first, then race home and tell Mitsuki about it. When I was done, I raced home, just like I promised myself and waited for Mitsuki. She had been at the studio for a couple of hours now. Fifteen minutes later, the phone rang. When I picked up, her manager was on the other end shouting in a panic.

"Takuto! Finally you pick up! I've been calling you for hours! Mitsuki…she…she's…"

Encouraged by her confusion, I shouted into the phone, "What happened to my wife?!"

Then, she broke down into tears, "Mitsuki's…she…she's…dying!"

"WHAT?! Mitsuki's dying!?"

Slamming the phone onto the hook, I jumped onto my bike and sped to her studio. But, I wasn't driving as carefully as I should have been in my reckless rush. I crossed a red light and never saw the speeding car crash into me. Not one regret flashed before me, as I found myself standing in front of a set of huge white gates. I recognized this place immediately. This was the afterlife. But, I couldn't be here. I had to find a way to get back to Earth and find Mitsuki and save her! I couldn't die now! I shouted her name, but a woman with pink hair and wings on her back called me and took me into her arms, possessively. Meroko!

"Takuto! You're finally here! What happened?"

She was still the bubbly and cheerful Meroko. My heart raced for a second at remembering her in our old times. I explained how our lives went and how I got here. But her face changed dramatically in seconds.

"Takuro Kira, your purpose in life has been fulfilled. You can not go back."

"Meroko! I've got to find Mitsuki! She's still down there!"

"No…Mitsuki is also here. I'll take you to her."

Suddenly, I didn't feel like moving. My feet weighed me down. She was already here? Meroko took my hand and led me. Reluctantly, I followed her to where Mitsuki was. This was the last place I wanted to see Mitsuki. Yet sure enough, it was the last place I would see her. I swore to her that I would be the one who would stop her from dying. But, I couldn't even keep that promise. When Meroko stopped walking, I saw Mitsuki. Her back was turned to me. She was in a happy conversation. In fact, she was too happy. Wait a minute! She was crying tears of joy! I couldn't see who the other person was, so I headed closer to them. My breath caught.

"….Eichi…"