k, writing another long-ish fruits basket story. this time about momiji! sorry if it's weak in the begining, but he's complex, and i'm having trouble getting my head around him

"You want one?"

Momiji held a cookie out to Kisa.

They were sitting on one of the sofa's in the halls of his father's hotel. The sky outside glittered with the lights of the other buildings. There was peaceful, classical piano playing. Momiji's dad was taking them both home when he got off work. Until then, the two friends would sit and talk. Over the past few monthes, they'd grown closer, and spent a great deal of their time talking to eachother.

"Yes, thanks."

She said softly, taking it from him.

"Is Tohru coming tonight?"

"No, she's taking tonight off. Yuki said she was sick."

"Hmmm."

They were both silent for a minute, before Momiji spoke again.

"Mom and came by earlier."

Kisa looked up with interest.

"She seemed upset."

He paused, thinking of what to say next.

She waited for him to continue.

"She was in a hurry. She passed me, and then turned around to look at me. It was scary. She stared, like I wasn't real, and then she turned and ran into my dad's office."

Kisa stared at him.

'Wow, this seems big...'

"He won't tell me what she wanted, but he seemed pretty shaken up. Like, really."

"Woah..."

Momiji stared at the ground.

"I don't know what's going on..."

He said quietly.

Kisa didn't say anything, just watched him. His face was still, and stoney, but his eyes were full of emotion. Confusion. Fear. Dread. All swirling together in a paniced, but deep, way.

Neither spoke, letting the slow music fill them.

For Kisa, it brought on a calming effect.

But as for Momiji, it represented all of what he was thinking about. The complicity of his family. The peaceful sound that you hear, but in truth it's all just chaotic notes under the surface. It was making him crazy.

Just in time, his father emerged from his office.

"Time to go."

He said tiredly.

The two teenagers stood up and followed him out the door. None of them spoke on their way back to the Souhma house.

Kisa got out first.

"Bye."

She muttered, slinging her backpack over her shoulder as she closed the car door.

Momiji stared after her, wishing that she could have stayed. He didn't want to be alone. His father was keeping quiet, and he suddenly felt very sad.

'There isn't anybody left...I'm alone...I'm completely alone...'

He sighed as the car pulled away and started towards their silent home.

not as good as i wanted it to be, but i'm pretty sure it will get better. stick with me! please review!