I'm really not good at humor, so here is another serious story! Read and Review! Or don't. I know that sometimes it's just awkward and you don't know what to write, but you feel bad if you don't, and….. Well, maybe that's just me. Anyway, you're already here, so at least read.
Disclaimer: If I owned Furuba, I would be Natsuki Takaya. And If I was Natsuki Takaya, I would not be invisible. (I mean, seriously! How can someone stare right into your face and not notice you! Gah! Anywho, sorry for the angsty outburst.) Therefore, I think it is safe to assume that I do not own Fruits Basket.
Dear Mama
He looked proudly at the letter he had just finished, ready to give it to Mama. Maybe, If his handwriting was neat enough, his spelling perfect enough, she would care. She wouldn't forget.
Dear Mama,
Im sorry. Plese dont forget me.
LOVE,
Momiji
He ran to the room where his Mama and Tori-nii were talking. He had opened the door a little when a bit of the conversation reached his ears.
"-won't regret your decision?"
"The only regret I have is that that…. thing came out of my body."
The last comment was said with spite, so strong that when Momiji heard it, he knew that it was too late to change anything with a simple letter. He let the paper fall out of his hand and onto the floor, then turned and ran. All he could think of was how foolish he had been to think that a letter could stop his Mama from forgetting anything.
Of course, he knew better now. Now that the curse was lifted, he realized that something simple: a letter, an out stretched hand, any small gesture to show that you too were human…. It could even change the most twisted of minds. But it didn't matter anymore. What was done was done, and there was no room for any more regrets. Maybe if he had given her the letter, she wouldn't have forgotten. Maybe she would have anyway. But no one would know.
That was depressing. And short. This is going to be a two-shot, so don't be too mad about the length. Oh yeah! Momiji's letter is supposed have bad grammar and spelling. He's about two, so he wouldn't be writing very well.