Author's Note: This story was actually an application I used to apply for Momo at a Furuba role-play board, and I made it! Anyways this first part of the story shall be a bit short since it is an application. However I promise longer chapaters in the future.
I DO NOT OWN FURUBA (FRUITS BASKET)
A loud screeching noise was heard from the inside of little Momo Sohma's house where she stood practicing the violin.
"Oh, I never thought playing the violin would be so hard. When I saw Momiji nii-san do it seemed so easy." She said softly a small tear running down her cheek.
No matter how many times she could attempt it, little Momo Sohma could never match the beautiful tone of her older brother. Oh, if her Papa had known she had secretly began to call Momiji big brother he probably would not be too happy.
Gently, the child picked up the bow and began to attempt the song again. The same screech was heard only this time like nails scratching the blackboard. The violin then dropped from her tiny hand, giving a light thud on the rug beneath her. Momo immediately jumped from the chair picking up her violin as though it was a doll, cradling it in her arms.
"Oh I'm sorry violin-san…well at least you are not broken." The child whispered softly, looking around nervously to see if anyone had heard her.
A small sigh escaped from upon her lips as she gently placed her violin back in its case, giving few pats upon the case before she placed it away.
Oh, she felt as though she could never match Momiji's wonderful sound. Each time she tried a horrible noise that seemed as though it could cause death, escaped from the strings she struck. But she would not give up, she would one day be able to match Momiji's wonderful tone, after all she had just started.
Momo gave a small shy smile nodding towards the violin, her hand placed promptly upon her lap. A small creak was then heard from the door a tall feminine figure stood from behind it.
"Mama…"the child said in one of her adorable grumbles, as she looked up at her mother a small smile upon her face.
"Sorry if I woke you…I….well was trying to practice…but I can't get it right….I'm sorry Mama…"she said softly as she walked foreword, her head bowed ever so low.
"I'm sorry…" little Momo whispered, her tiny hand slowly taking hold of her mother's hand.
"I'll make it up to you Mama you'll see! One day I'll be a great violin player." the child said quietly a small smile on her lips.
In her mind though she felt as though she could never match Momiji wonderful tone. Maybe not but maybe one day they could play together. That was a wish Momo dearly wanted.