This is my latest story, and it centers around Momoko. For all fans of Momoko, I just like the character a lot, I think she's really cute, but the reason I wrote this one is because I wanted to emphasize on the concept of getting something back, and whatever the costs may be. I obviously do not own the show Ojamajo Doremi, or any of the characters.
After a long and hot summer day, a young girl with bright blonde hair, in her favorite outfit, comprised of a bright red shirt, a white skirt with yellow strap like overalls, had been fairly tired from a long walk home. She opened the front door, greeted her mother and father, and slowly walked up to her bed room. She sat on her bed, and thought about the day that had passed. Seeing all her old friends again... well, most of them. She started thinking about those four witches again... or Ojamajos...
As she layed down, she clutched a fluffy white pillow. Even that reminded her of someone she knew... Hana-chan... she couldn't get any of her friends out of her mind... the reason was because of something she needed to do. The guilt of it was working over her again and again, yet she couldn't bear to do it. She couldn't bear to write a letter to Doremi telling her how things were going. It was just too much... she looked upon her desk, which had a blank sheet of paper, a pencil, and a stamp and address for the envelope. The address would go to the Harukaze residents, if she ever sent it that is.
Her tiredness had started to get the better of her, and she started dozing off. The pleasant memories of witches filling her head again, almost like a little lullaby of happy memories. She waved her hand in the air and set her head on her pillow, and chanted a little spell to see if she still had it... "Perutan petton palalila pon... sweet dreams appear..." she said to herself. She closed her eyes and relaxed, her wish would soon come true, regardless of whether it would be good or bad.
She opened her eyes again, to a familiar sight, the Maho do of Japan. "Momo chan! There you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!", it was a very familiar girl with red hair in buns. "Doremi chan! What's going on?", Doremi didn't listen, and simply grabbed Momoko's arm and started pulling "Come on! Come on!", she said, and Momoko followed her into the darkness without question. "Where are we going? What's so important?", Doremi simply smiled, still pulling her, and a doorway appeared. "Come with me! Come on!", she said, Momoko entered the doorway with Doremi, and after it closed behind her, Doremi and her stopped "We're here!" she said. Doremi gave Momoko a hug and spoke again "I can't believe you forgot about your own party" she said. Momoko had no idea what was going on, but it didn't matter.
Momoko followed Doremi into the Maho do, where everybody was... Onpu was using a Karaoke machine, Aiko was wearing a pointed hat, and Hazuki was blowing into a noisemaker, which made a slight, funnel noise. Momoko simply smiled and grabbed a seat at one of the tables. Doremi soon got her a plate of cookies, "Try some! They're an old favorite!" she said, and Momoko grabbed one, it had a Doremi shape to it, three circles, button eyes, and a tiny smile. The cookie would soon be taken bite by bite.
"Hey, where's Hana chan...?" Momoko asked, everybody seemed a little surprised by her asking. Aiko talked "You wanna see her?" she asked, Momoko responded "Yes, I do.", to which they got up and started going up the stairs to Hana chan's usual bedroom. Momoko was surprised to see baby Hana chan again, sleeping soundly in her crib. Momoko wouldn't dare to do anything to wake her up.
They walked down the stairs again, and the party was back on track. Except that she started to realize something was amiss... like there was something there that shouldn't be there, or maybe it was something missing... or someone. It wasn't Majorika... it wasn't Lala... not Hana... she couldn't quite put her finger on it. It was like she knew somewhere inside there was something wrong, but she couldn't figure it out.
"Maybe... maybe I'm what's wrong here..." she thought to herself, that started to make sense, but how could that be possible? She turned around and saw a very familiar face... "Majomonroe"... she walked over to the old woman with blonde hair. Majomonroe was sitting in a rocking chair, and simply smiled at the sight of Momoko. "Umm... I know I'm a little big... but... could I...?", Momoko was asking, to which Majomonroe simply nodded and said "Yes, you can sit on my lap.", Momoko sat down, and as the chair rocked, she felt extremely happy. The comfort of Majomonroe's smile was hers, and it felt like she hadn't sat there in ages.
Thank you for reading. I will work on this some more later.
