Momiji's Tale
Author's Note:
Hey ppl! This is a one-shot fic about Momiji and the cost he pays being a Jyunnishi. Please R&R if you want more of this kind of one-shots about the other Jyunnishi. And even if you don't want more, please, please, pretty please just R&R and make me a happy, hyper and maniacally insane author. - ;
Arigatou!
"Congratulations, Mrs. Sohma. You have got a lovely baby boy. Would you like to hold him?"
She reached her arms out so eagerly, to touch her baby, her little son, the miracle she had brought into this world, only to find out that her 'baby' wasn't a miracle. No, it wasn't her child, it wasn't her little miracle. It was a 'monster'. Her screams reverberated throughout the hospital complex, but no one batted an eyelid. The hospital was owned by the Sohmas and all its employees were those in the know-how. It seemed that another Jyunnishi had been born.
She never got over the shock. Every time 'it' came near her, she went to pieces; she was just a nervous wreck. And four years later, she took the easy way out; she forgot all about 'it'.
Wasn't it painful? To be rejected by your own mother? To never feel maternal love? To be condemned to be alone because of whom you are? Doesn't it hurt? To hear her call you an 'it' as thought you were nothing to her, to hear her say with such hatred in her voice that she never gave birth to that 'thing'? That 'it' was something she wouldn't regret forgetting?
And yet, you can still smile and laugh. You bring joy to everyone who meets you, but aren't you hurt? Don't you feel lonely? Unloved? How can you bear knowing that your own mother couldn't accept you? That she rejected you so totally and completely, welcoming Hari's erasure of her memory? Doesn't it hurt to see that blank look in her eyes and to know that she wanted to forget about you? How can you stand it?
As you look at me, I can hear your wordless answer. Simple, I just accept it. Because that is what it means to be a Jyunnishi. To live in pain and suffering.
Author's Note:
Hey ppl! This is a one-shot fic about Momiji and the cost he pays being a Jyunnishi. Please R&R if you want more of this kind of one-shots about the other Jyunnishi. And even if you don't want more, please, please, pretty please just R&R and make me a happy, hyper and maniacally insane author. - ;
Arigatou!
"Congratulations, Mrs. Sohma. You have got a lovely baby boy. Would you like to hold him?"
She reached her arms out so eagerly, to touch her baby, her little son, the miracle she had brought into this world, only to find out that her 'baby' wasn't a miracle. No, it wasn't her child, it wasn't her little miracle. It was a 'monster'. Her screams reverberated throughout the hospital complex, but no one batted an eyelid. The hospital was owned by the Sohmas and all its employees were those in the know-how. It seemed that another Jyunnishi had been born.
She never got over the shock. Every time 'it' came near her, she went to pieces; she was just a nervous wreck. And four years later, she took the easy way out; she forgot all about 'it'.
Wasn't it painful? To be rejected by your own mother? To never feel maternal love? To be condemned to be alone because of whom you are? Doesn't it hurt? To hear her call you an 'it' as thought you were nothing to her, to hear her say with such hatred in her voice that she never gave birth to that 'thing'? That 'it' was something she wouldn't regret forgetting?
And yet, you can still smile and laugh. You bring joy to everyone who meets you, but aren't you hurt? Don't you feel lonely? Unloved? How can you bear knowing that your own mother couldn't accept you? That she rejected you so totally and completely, welcoming Hari's erasure of her memory? Doesn't it hurt to see that blank look in her eyes and to know that she wanted to forget about you? How can you stand it?
As you look at me, I can hear your wordless answer. Simple, I just accept it. Because that is what it means to be a Jyunnishi. To live in pain and suffering.