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Kenji's Moon

The moon. It was growing, at first ever so slowly. Then it began to speed up, growing until it consumed his entire field of view. It began to turn, until the shadows that cover the dark side of the moon were about to consume him. A pair of eyes flashed in the darkness.

Kenji woke with a start, his breathing heavy and sweat trickling down the side of his face as he sat in bed. He forced himself to calm down and apprehensively glanced at the clock. 3:17 a.m. He groaned and fell back on the pillows. That dream. That dream that drove him to study the moon whenever he was able. That dream that pulled him away from his work. That dream that affirmed his belief that something was out there.

He didn't know what to make of it. There was something there, he was sure. He had presented his opinion to his colleagues, but all they had done was shoot him down. So he never mentioned it again. Once in a while a joke would circulate, but it wasn't meant to hurt.

Kenji sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He grabbed his robe from the back of his door, putting it on as he walked into the hallway. There was an open door halfway down the hall, and he quietly opened it farther as he leaned against the frame. Mizuko was curled up in her bed, and as usual she had kicked off the covers with her tossing and turning. Kenji shook his head, amused. He walked into the room, carefully spreading the comforter over her small body. He stood looking at her, the only thing that he was a part of anymore. He left the room, closing the door just a bit on his way out.

Mizuko was Kenji's five year old daughter. A sweet little thing, her mother had left them both for some big-shot psychiatrist. Kenji made plenty of money; that wasn't the issue. Apparently he wasn't sophisticated enough for Kinato's taste. She needed someone who would tell her what she wanted to hear, and Kenji was not about to do that. So he kept his beautiful daughter, her mother not caring enough except to send cards at Christmas and her birthday.

Kenji went downstairs to the kitchen and made some hot chocolate. He went outside to the back porch and set his cup on the railing. The telescope was there, a few feet away, covered to keep it from the humid night. The moon was full, and the light was so brilliant in Kenji's eyes. He uncovered the telescope and pulled up a stool. He adjusted the focus on the rather large telescope, yet he could not get nearly as close with that one as he could with the one at the lab. But that didn't matter to him. He just needed to see it. Kenji reached for his hot chocolate and sipped quietly as he gazed at the illuminated globe.

Suddenly he felt like he was being watched. Kenji turned and looked out into the semi-darkness, not seeing anything make a move or hearing anything make a sound. He decided it would be best if he went inside. His daughter was sleeping and the house was locked except for the door he had come out of, but he didn't want to take any chances. He gazed at the moon again, and he thought a strange thought. He studied the globe with a suspicious eye, then shook his head as he chided himself for thinking such a foolish thing. No one could be watching him from the moon.

Kenji replaced the caps on the lenses and covered the telescope. He grabbed his hot chocolate and went back inside, locking the doors and turning off the lights on his way upstairs. He glanced in Mizuko's room as he walked by and then continued to his room. Kenji threw his robe on the door, sat down on his bed, and put the cup on the nightstand. He checked his alarm. It was set for 7:00 a.m. He could still get three hours of sleep. Kenji sighed heavily and laid down under the sheets. He was soon fast asleep.