Where am I?

A thin, white layer of fog was surrounding Momo, and he gazed up at it in wonder as he walked mindlessly through the unending path he was taking.

What is this place?

Small sparkles were floating through the air that could easily be mistaken as snow or rain, but Momo knew that it was neither. He felt no cold, no moisture, yet the more he walked, the more he seemed to shiver.

And then he stopped. A glaze of shine appeared before him. His face fixed in a curious expression, Momo raised his hand to it, resting it on the glass wall before him.

The glass was cold, near to the point of freezing, but Momo kept his hand on it, eyes furrowed deeply in a tight frown.

He almost yelped, almost gasped, almost pulled his hand away in shock. But he stayed still.

A shadow appeared behind the glass, dark and distinguishable in the clear shine. For a long moment, Momoshiro just stared at the dark figure behind the glass, waiting. Then, after a long while had passed, the silhouette moved, and Momo saw a hand, clear and easy to see, pressed against the glass from the other side. It shifted, getting closer and closer, until it was pressed pressed right where Momo's hand was, somehow joining their hands together even from the other side.

Momo gulped and didn't move his hand, instead pushing his hand harder onto the cold wall. There was this feeling inside him, something he never felt before in his life. A type of longing brewed inside of him as he stared at the unknown person behind the wall, growing stronger and stronger the more he stayed. He noticed, with a sudden pang, that as he pressed his hand against the other, the wall suddenly became warmer.

And finally, after what seemed like hours, the person removed the hand away from Momo's. It seemed to turn and began to walk away. The wall became unbearably cold again.

"Wait!" Momo shouted, launching the other hand forward as he pressed himself against the frozen wall. No words left his throat. He was screaming mutely into the suddenly howling wind, pounding his fists against the glass desperately as a wave of ice spread throughout his body.

The person never looked back.

Momo gasped as he sprang awake, sitting up. A tight grip, however, kept him from sitting up correctly and he thrashed around wildly in his cacoon of his blanket and yelped as he made contact with the floor.

"Itai," Momo muttered, rubbing his head after he got over the shock of the heart-pounding wake up call.

"Takeshi?" Momo heard his mother call from downstairs. "Is everthing alright?"

Momo glanced at the doorway and replied, "Hai kaa-san! I'm fine! Just fell out of bed!"

He heard his mother chuckle slightly before answering with, "Well, get your stuff ready! Practice is going to start in half-hour!"

Half-hour. That left enough time get dressed and gather his materials and eat a quick breakfast before going off on his bike to pick up Echizen. Momo sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. No shower this morning. He could run a gelled hand through his hair once or twice, since there was barely enough time to gel it properly. Not great, but it would have to do for today.

The rest of the morning spent at home went by in a blur as he dressed in his uniform, stuffed his books in his bag and rackets in his tennis bag, and ate in a blur. The next thing he knew he was running out the door after giving his mother a goodbye kiss on the cheek and jumping on his bike, pedaling over to Echizen's. The entire way there, his mind suddenly became filled with images of his dream last night and he began to wonder.

What on earth did it mean? It seemed so vivid, so real. Momo could remember the glass wall, the sparkles in the sky, the unknown figure behind the wall.

But most of all, Momo could feel the longing and loneliness he had felt when pressing his hand against the other's.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Momo frowned and pedaled harder.

It probably didn't mean anything. Besides, it was only a dream, right?

This idea came to me after listening to Cherish by Ai Otsuka and after watching Draw With Me, which has the song featured in it. =D For those who haven't heard the song or watched the video on YouTube, DO IT. They are AMAZING.

So basically this is the prolouge of this story. And of course, it is MomoKai. They are my absolute favorite couple in the entire PoT fan archive. I'm sorry InuKai fans, but I'm going to be straightforward: I. HATE. InuKai. I just despise it completely. It just seems so... UGH. So, don't expect for me to be writing about it or taking any requests of it because I WON'T DO IT. End of conversation.

So I hope you guys like this! I wanna keep writing, but honestly, no one has been reviewing any of my stories lately (sad face =() and I really want to keep writing, but no one has been there to motivate me. My friends never read my stories because they're into Kuroshitsuji now. Don't get me wrong I LOVE Kuroshitsuji, but PoT has been my number one favorite anime since the beginning of eighth grade and I don't want to let it go.

So I would appreciate more support from you guys! Not saying that if you don't review I'll fall off the face of the earth or anything, but I would really love some feedback please! Once again, thank you to my faithful reviewers and readers and I hope you guys like this new fanfic!

Review! Onegai? =)