till we meet again
this story is written after book 4 and knowing very little about the rest of the series. as people have described it seems as if in book 5 momo is raped on her birthday. using that as part of my plot line I am not sure if I have altered the true story in anyway.
I figure that momo is still her sarcastic self, but due to incidents that she couldn't have controlled her personality was slightly altered. as this is a fanfic, none of this is true to the real manga that has already been written so this is all from my imagination and is to be taken as such. ^^ well then, on with the show.
scene: momo's dorm room on a cold night in the usa.
time: momo is a freshman in college
rating: this story is rated PG-13 for situations that are alluded to that take place in the manga.
chapter one – reliving the past
Momo stared at the wall blankly. It was late and there were people still in her dorm room. If they made any more noise she might actually be able to hear them on the first floor. From inside. Inside the bathroom. In a stall no less.
She growled, tangling strands of her golden hair in her slender fingers. "People! OUT!"
For a moment everything went silent and they turned their drunken stares to the girl that sat at her desk in the corner. Momo's roommate Hikaru wandered over then, her eyes just started to glaze over in a drunken stupor.
"Wha's da madder?"
Momo blinked, "It's 'what's the matter' and I've got tests tomorrow. In fact most of you do since we're in the same basic classes."
"And?"
"And!?" Momo exclaimed, face starting to flush from irritation, "And I want this party to stop! Everyone get out of my room and party somewhere else!"
Still staring at her they one-by-one gathered their things and left. Including her roommate who said "We'll find anodder place ta parhay." on her way out the door.
Momo sighed in relief. She had hoped that once she was out of High School things would get better. But, sadly, as she seemed to be, she was once again wrong. It wasn't that she was the object of everyones rumors or next practical joke it was that her roommate, and college in general, made her life a living hell. She still had no idea what she wanted to be and with the way things were looking she didn't have many choices.
One of the few was becoming what people lovingly called her. A Beach Bunny. Unfortunately she hadn't grown out of her naturally tanned skin. After years of trying to become light like the rest of normal society she realized that she was naturally darker than most females and learned to live with her skin color.
She chuckled, recalling that one dark haired youth was glad that she finally understood that. That being different was all right. Being unique was okay. After that, she didn't bother staying out of the sun, she didn't wear SPF 80 and she didn't try to hide from the world any more.
Ah, yes. That one dark haired, brown hazel eyed teen that she so lovingly dubbed: Pumpkin. He loved her no matter how she looked. At least, that's what he said. In the end Kiley turned out to be a wonderful friend, one that she could depend on for anything she needed, but it never went farther than that. Something that she knew Kiley was upset about.
She didn't date Toji for long either. After the incident in the hotel during her 10th year in school Toji couldn't date her. He transferred schools for the next year. She never quite found out why Toji broke off their relationship, and she never asked, too ashamed to bring the situation up.
Nurse Miaso was helpful as always, and her parents were very supportive. Kiley stuck up for her when Sae, the school witch, spread rumors about her lack of innocence. Toji, once Momo's knight in shining armor, pulled himself from the trio and found a new group to hang out with. She regretted falling for Sae's trap, but when she got the phone call she figured that she should at least hear the girl out. But, her birthday turned out to be a horrific event that was shoved into the furthest reaches of her mind.
That man, Jigoro, apologized after coming to Momo's graduation. He didn't want to go out of country without saying so, finally, sincerely.
She remembered crying then. Crying for everything she had lost and for her hatred toward Sae and the man that had raped her. After that the rest of the evening passed as a blur even though she was surrounded by people that cared about her, whether they knew what terrible thing happened to her or not.
Her summer had passed by slowly. She got a phone call from her friend Macha across town whom wished her luck in the future and said that Toji would be calling her soon.
Momo frowned at the memory, leaning back in her swivel chair. Toji. True to Machas' word, Toji called less than three days later, trying to catch up on old times. If she tried hard enough she could recall the conversation. It wasn't hard really, it was one that she would remember even if she lost her memory to amnesia.
"Can I please speak to Momo?"
"This is she." She paused, waiting for the caller to identify himself. Though she knew already who it was and her heart beat furiously in her chest.
"Momo, this is Toji. Tojigamori Kazuya."
"I know. I'm not stupid."
There was a brief pause on his end, "How are you doing?"
"Alright. Yourself?"
"Fine. You know," he began slowly, hunting for the right words, "I've been thinking about you a lot lately."
"Why?" she asked quickly, fury replacing the nervous butterflies that made her heart race.
"Because I miss you."
"Well, you shouldn't." she spat, trying desperately to hold back the anguish that threatened to come out.
"Come on Momo. Don't be like that."
"Why shoudn't I be?" she halted, taking in a deep breath to stop the trembling in her voice, "I have no reason to be civil to you. You whom I trusted and loved with all my heart."
"For those reasons I think you can put aside your anger an-"
"Put aside my anger!? And do that how exactly. You left me when I needed you most!" her wall, the wall she built after her rape, came crashing down. The rivers over emotions opened and tears plinked to the floor as they cascaded down her tormented face, "You have no idea what I went through and the one person I thought truly loved me in return cast me aside like the used… used… thing-" she said, the venom of the word coating her mouth with a foul taste, "he made me! I HATE you Tojigamori! I-I… ha… I hate you!" her words crumbled away into noisy sobs as she collapsed on the floor.
When her parents found her sleeping, her energy spent from her emotions, the phone was still on but it was ringing a dial tone. No voice at the other end could be heard.
Momo wiped away a stray tear, the memory hitting a sore spot in her heart and shifted in her chair, propping her legs up on the desk.
After the phone call to Toji she never returned phone calls, no meeting people when they came over to find out if she still lived. She just packed up her things and left for college. She went to the point of attending a small college in the United States just to avoid the chances of running into someone she once knew.
It was lonely, living on the other side of the world. But not as lonely as if she still lived in her hometown. Having to live each day knowing what once when on during a High School life that seemed so long ago.