"MOMO! I'm sorry! You know I didn't…" He trailed off. "You know I didn't mean it…" Rubedo chased after the fast moving, pink haired realian as she pushed her way through the corridors of the Durandal. Finally managing to grasp her small hand he pulled her back toward him, desperate to make amends. He was only met with the bloodshot, tear-stained eyes of the young girl. She immediately took to staring at the ground again trying to avoid looking into the eyes of the boy who had just betrayed her. Oh this just hurt too much…way too much.

"That's the thing Jr. You didn't mean it. You didn't even have to think about it" Her voice, despite her despaired expression remained flat and emotionless. The pain still coursed through her veins and ached in her heart, along with the hate. She had always stood in the girl's shadow…but now this. This was just too much for her to handle. "Jr…I'm not her, and I guess no matter what Daddy told me, I'll never be her!"

MOMO's calm voice broke and she began to cry again. Images of Jr. holding her tightly, holding her the way she had always imagined it in her mind, and maybe her dreams, if realians did dream at all, flashed through her mind as she tried not to look into his eyes. The small grin he gave her before pushing a strand of her hair behind her ears gently and leaning over for a kiss. Indeed she had answered his silent request with one of her own, a not-so-secret longing kept long suppressed. However, after parting from the innocent kiss, before he had opened his eyes he whispered a name. But it wasn't her name. "Sakura.." She heard him whisper. That girl truly had everything. Her own identity, her own life…everything MOMO had ever longed for.

Including Jr's heart... Sakura, how I hate you.

It was with that thought that she yanked her wrist away from Rubedo's grasp, gave him one last look straight into those beautiful sapphire eyes of his, and then headed straight for her room in the residential area. Once the door shut, MOMO broke down into tears and slid down onto the floor farther with each body-racking sob. Through the moisture in her eyes, she glimpsed a glint of metal on her wrist, which only brought on more of the tears. It was the bracelet Jr had given her, the one with the old bullet attached. This one bracelet that she had never taken off since the moment he put it onto her. Well, until now. What was that good luck phrase inscribed on it?

Sayonara, Baby…

"Little Master! You're needed at the bridge!" Mary's accent was unmistakable over the loud speaker. Rubedo had settled down for a quick nap, so his answer to the intercom came from his bed. "I'll be there, in a little while Mary." He yawned and pushed himself out of bed. He began to think that maybe he should check by MOMO's room before heading to the bridge, just to see if she was still mad at him. "Of course she's not still mad at me. MOMO doesn't hold that big of grudges!" He said out loud with a nervous laugh before opening the door and running his fingers through his flaming red hair.

He promptly looked down when he heard something that sounded a bit like metal under his boots. After a brief moment of wondering what it could be, he promptly wished he hadn't. Bending over and scooping the metal off the ground, he recognized it through rapidly blurring eyes as the bracelet he had given her. "She…she gave it back? What on earth…" The truth dawned on him a half second later, before he rushed back in to his room, slammed the door and let the tears fall freely like him to the floor.

MOMO…Oh God, MOMO…You gave up on me?

Oh God, Please no…

I'm so sorry, MOMO…