Title: can't stop, won't stop
Characters: Momiji, Tohru
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Fluff/Drama
Warnings: nonsensicality, utter shortness.
Summary: Momiji dreams. There is nothing that hurts him more than knowing that they can never come true. One-shot, one-sided Momiji/Tohru.
"Momiji-kun, are you all right?"
He opens his eyes, and it must be a dream, since he is holding her hand.
He turns his head and looks at her, at that smile, that brilliant face, that brown hair, the pretty dress that she's somehow gotten to wearing, and her hand, warm and perfect, entwined with his. As it seems, she was on a date, a date with him, and that is another reason why this must all be just a dream.
"Oh, look, Momiji-kun! Isn't this your favorite ice cream parlor?"
The blond German nods, not wanting to say a word, lest he break this fragile fantasy he subconsciously constructed in the back of his mind. Of course he loved her – who wouldn't? – and of course she didn't know. As it was, she was already busy with her own feelings for the cat – feelings that, Momiji knew, were not unrequited. It made him happy that Kyo finally found his own happiness, but, still, it stung.
What about his happiness?
"Momiji-kun, say aaah~"
He smiles at her, not wanting her to see the pain that seeped into his heart like water, like he would the not-dress-wearing, perfectly content, real Tohru. He lets this dream Tohru push the spoon past his lips, and closes his eyes.
The alarm clock rings exactly once before he turns it off, and it is only then that he realizes he was crying.
The scene is a totally different one. Her hands are still in his, but her smile is even more radiant, the spotless white gown flows beautifully behind her, and the crown rests serenely on her head, matching perfectly with the crown he is perfectly aware of on top of his head. A priest (-Ayame, he thinks, basing from the long gray hair and flamboyant outfit, but why was he a priest?) throws his script in the air and says that he may kiss his bride.
In the background he sees his family – their family, as it always was – stand up and bestow thunderous applause. Surprisingly, the cat and rat of this world were princes and were in no way irritated by his marrying the princess they all fought over, and he could feel real warmth in their clapping. Everyone is smiling, everyone is happy, and even Akito, whose head is leaning on Shigure's shoulder and is probably the Queen of this world, claps softly with a content smile on her face.
Momo is the flower girl, and his mother is crying happily by his side, and it makes his throat close up. They looked so perfect, and – so happy, so happy for him, with him – that it had to be a lie. He remembers, and they forget. That was the way of their world. Not – not like this. things were not this easy.
"Momiji, dearest?"
And she would never call him that, either – she would never be wearing his ring on her finger like she was now, and she would never smile that brilliant smile for him and him alone – that special smile reserved for those in love – he won't be able to take her face in his hands, watch her close her eyes as he moved in closer, closing his eyes as well…
The first thing Momiji does when he wakes up is make a call and say that, as much as he would have loved to, he was not going to school today.
A/N: And…cut. Just something short I wrote for them. That's all. =_=
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