Maybe?

Momiji sat on the windowsill that overlooked much of Sohma House. It was getting late, and the moon loomed overhead. Momiji then heard the clink and screech of the gate opening, and smiled, knowing that Momo and his mother were home and safe. As he tucked himself in to bed, he though about his Mother, Father, and Momo, wondering what they were doing.

Maybe far away, or maybe real nearby,

He may be pouring her coffee; she may be straightening his tie,

A crystallized tear fell off Momiji's porcelain face and plopped against the bed.

Maybe in a house, all hidden by a hill,

She's sitting playing piano, he's sitting paying a bill!

Momiji knew this was absurd, as they lived in the same house, only different rooms.

Bet you they're young; bet you their smart,

Bet they collect things like ashtrays and art…

Momiji had long since forgotten what his parents liked or did. He felt like a bad son, losing track of his parents.

Bet you they're good, why shouldn't they be?

Their one mistake was giving up me!

Momiji burst into tears and slammed his head into a pillow.

So, maybe now it's time, and maybe when I wake,

They'll be there calling me 'baby'…

Maybe?

He hoped to death the curse would snap. Just… break, like the bamboo walls did when Akito got angry.

Bet you he reads.

Bet you she sews.

Maybe she's made me a closet of clothes!

Momiji directed that last line toward Momo. He hoped to death his mother would pamper her the way she would have pampered him.

Maybe they're strict, as straight as a line.

Don't really care, as long as they're mine!

They would always be his, erased memories or not.

So, maybe now this prayer's the last one of its kind,

Won't you please come get your 'baby'…

A rabbit hopped into his room and onto his bed. Momiji buried his head in its fur, barely whispering the last line.

Maybe?

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