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Chapter seven: Bring on Sunday!

This be a LOOOONNNNG chapter.(again, POV's will switch between characters each paragraph.)

"Fuyuki-kun...wakey, wakey, Fuyuki-kun...Fuuyuuukiii-kunnn..."

"Lemme try, Momo-chi...OCCULT IS DUMB."

"GAH!" Fuyuki bolted out of his seat with a start. Tamama and Momoka were sitting next to him. Tamama snickered mischievously while Momoka frowned disdainfully at him. Her violet eyes then flickered back to Fuyuki. He blushed almost in synchronisation with her as their eyes locked.

"W-we're getting off of the coach now, Fuyuki-kun..." She shuffled nervously under his gaze, a timid smile on her pretty face.

"So cute!" Was Fuyuki's first thought "She is just so cute. I wish I'd noticed it sooner...Ah well." He got out of his seat and followed Momoka off the coach, holding Tamama in her arms. All the soldiers had already dispersed to their new posts, but Oka and Baio were standing close to the bus, waiting for their daughter.

"I...I'll catch up to you." Momoka said to them. Baio looked as though he was about to calmly protest, but Oka quickly spoke before he could "Don't be too long." She then exchanged a hard, meaningful look with her husband, and then motioned for him to follow her back to the mansion with a quick gesture of her hand.

"Um, Tama-chan?" Momoka then looked down expectantly to her little friend.

"No! I wanna stay with you." He whined, his little mits clinging onto her blouse even tighter and burying his face into her arms even deeper.

Fuyuki half expected her other personality to spark and yell at him to give them so privacy, but instead she sighed, just a little, and squeezed him to her even more. She looked to Fuyuki and smiled, perhaps a little apologetically. They started their slow, sedate walk up the long straight brick path to Momoka's home.


Momoka wanted to hold Fuyuki's hand so badly; she even contemplated tossing Tamama to the other side of the grounds so she could have both arms free to cling onto him. But...the way her little friend sat in her arms and refused to leave...she couldn't push him away. Not after...not after he risked his life, risked being discovered, to come and get her. This kind of friendship at a time like this was something too important to cast away for a quick cuddle (even if it was with Fuyuki).

"Well, this is certainly a first!" She heard her other side scoff. She chose to ignore it.

All too soon, the walk came to an end at the front doors. One door was left slightly ajar, so Momoka wouldn't have to wait for the door to be opened for her. This type of scenario, the guy walking the girl to her front door before they share a sweet moment, it screamed to be like a romance movie or the end of a date, and Momoka was all too aware of it.

"J...Just keep calm, Momoka!" She repeated over and over in her head "I-if Fuyuki-kun wants anything to happen, he'll make a move, I g-guess...Or we could make the first move, or we could just wait!"

Fuyuki looked at her again with those eyes like a night sky, and she felt a half embarrassed, half joyful shiver ripple through her. And then he smiled at her, with that smile like perfection personified. "Ohhh...That's just mean." How was she supposed to resist that?

"M-Momoka-chan," Fuyuki cleared his throat, as though he were screwing all his courage ",I know it's pretty sudden for me to ask you this...especially since...y'know...But, I was wondering...if you're free this Sunday...d-do you want to m-maybe...um..." His gaze dropped, his cheeks flushed a bright pink colour and he looked slightly like a little love struck boy.

"He's just too cute."

"If-you're-free-this-Sunday-do-you-want-to-go-on-a-date...w-with me...?" The words were strung so quickly together, with such hasty emotion, it took a moment to decipher them.

"...I've been waiting for you to ask me for so long." Momoka whispered, slowly shaking her head in disbelief. That was quickly replaced with pure, wonderful happiness.

"So...that's a 'yes'?" Fuyuki grinned goofily.

"It's definitely a 'yes'!" Tamama chirped.

"Okay, you need to be leaving now!" Momoka briskly opened the door and threw the little tadpole a good distance inside the front room of the mansion. Regaining her composure all of a sudden, she turned back to Fuyuki adjusting her skirt and smiling shyly.

"It...It's most certainly a 'yes', Fuyuki-kun." She replied quietly. She could feel her cheeks reddening, almost as intensely as Fuyuki's eyes on her.

"Great! That's..." He let out a shaky, sort of relieved breath "...That's fantastic. I'll call you soon." He took a step to leave, then stopped and pulled Momoka into a farewell hug. She sank into his arms and leant her head against his shoulder. Being in his embrace already felt natural, comfortable.

"So glad you're safe." He sighed in her ear, making her heart flutter.

"So glad you asked me on a date!" She wanted to breathe back in his ear, but her voice had seized up the moment Fuyuki hugged her. Slowly, she felt him easing himself from their tight little snuggle.

"See you, Momoka-chan." He smiled, waving gently as he walked away.

"S-see you, Fuyuki-kun..." She smiled back, watching him leave, already missing him even though she could still see him.

Momoka calmly pushed the door open and went inside her home.

"So? So?" Tamama grinned up at her, shinning eyes eager for lovely gossip, completely ignoring the huge painful looking bump on the side of his head.

His grin widened to such an extent that Momoka was worried his mouth might fall off his face "You did say 'yes'!" Momoka didn't know what gave her away; her fluorescent blush, her beaming smile...Well, it saved her having to say anything.

"What was that about?"

Baio stood at the top of the stairs, looking half-curious, half-concerned. Momoka just shook her head "Nothing, Father..." She half-sighed. She doubted her dad would understand...or react well if she told him she had a boyfriend three hours after being kidnapped. "I think I'm going to bed now..." Despite her lovely little nap during the coach ride, she felt completely drained.

"Alright, good night then." Her father replied. When she passed him on the stairs, he suddenly yanked her into a big bear hug "I love you, Momoka." He told her quietly. Guilt panged in her stomach. She felt so ecstatic, so pleased with herself that she and Fuyuki were now together, her mind didn't even wander to the small fact that her parents had to suffer through her being kidnapped too...Again. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, returning the hug.

"I love you too, Daddy." She replied, just as quietly. She was fighting back another set of tears.

Baio finally released his daughter. His eyes were shiny, watery. "Go on, then. Off to bed." He sniffled.

Momoka left quickly, not being able to bear the thought of seeing her strong, smart, always composed father break down into tears. Turning the corner, she walked straight into another vice-like bear hug; her mother's this time.

"Sweet dreams, my baby girl..." Oka said, just before releasing her.

"Good night, Mother." She couldn't help but notice that her mother's eyes were just as shiny as her father's.

Momoka walked away, but paused when she heard her parent's voices.

"Your eyes are watering." She heard Baio sniffle.

"Hay fever." Oka replied curtly, sniffling herself.

"It's winter."

"Your eyes are watering too."

"Hay fever really is terrible during winter."

She heard her mother laugh shakily, before everything went quiet. "I'm so sorry this happened again." Momoka thought and then finally skulked to her bedroom.


"Momo-chi?" Tamama's voice came from the other side of her bedroom door.

"Yes, Tama-chan?" Momoka called back, sliding her nightgown on.

"...Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

"...Of course you can." She rushed over to the door, almost wrenched it open, and bundled him to her arms.

"Thanks, Momo-chi." He mumbled sleepily as she carried him over to her princess-sized bed and slithered under the heavy, cold duvet.

"I'm sorry I scared you, Tama-chan." She whispered onto the top of his yellow hat.

He made a whimpery, muttery noise "Promise not to do it again."

Those were the words her parents had used; the first time she'd been kidnapped when she was only eight...She'd broken that promise and knew she wouldn't be able to keep this one. But...

"I promise, Tama-chan."

BEEP-BEEP.

"My phone?" Momoka craned her arm over to her bedside table, patting her hand blindly on it, searching for her phone. Finally, she felt it and brought the screen close to her face, blinking several times to adjust her eyes to its blue glare.

Luv U.

The sender ID was Fuyuki. Momoka just stared at the text. Suddenly she felt Tamama's body shudder. The little tadpole was snickering.

"D-Don't read my texts!" She roared at him, shoving him out of her bed. Ignoring the -thud- and his yelp, Momoka's fingers moved like lightning, texting Fuyuki back.

I Luv U 2.


The next morning, at the Hinata house...

"Hey...Sergeant?" Fuyuki asked, pulling on his shoes and getting ready for a day of school. Keroro just passed him in the hall, and the question that had been nagging in the back of Fuyuki's brain finally had a chance to be asked "Have you...ever been on a date?"

"Gero?" Keroro blinked "Wh-Why-What kind of question is that? And why do you want to know?"

"I...uh, I kinda want some advice..."

"Advice?"

"I-it's fine! Just...Never mind."

"Fuyuki-dono...why would you want advice on dating?" Keroro smirked.

Fuyuki looked over his shoulder, making sure no-one ('no-one' being translated as 'Natsumi') was eavesdropping. He turned back to his frog friend, trying not to let the creeping blush rise over his cheeks, and spoke in a hushed, happy tone.

"I asked Momoka-chan on a date...and she said 'yes'."

"Well, of course she would!"

"Huh?"

Keroro sighed, almost irritated "Never mind. So, what're you going to do? Where are you going to take her?"

"I...don't know. Th-that's why I wanted some advice. What do I do on a date? I have no idea..."

"Well, my favourite thing for a date would be a trip to the model shop!" Keroro beamed.

"...Thanks, Sergeant."

"Then afterwards, you two could go and build your models in the park, have a 'special moment' while you wait for the glue to dry, and then play with them!"

"...Thanks, Sergeant."

"You're welcome, Fuyuki-dono!"

"I think I'd better ask a human."


Momoka was startled by the sudden knock at her bedroom door "Yes...?"

"It's me." Came her father's voice "I just wanted to say...Your mother and I would prefer it if you stayed home from school today."

Momoka stared at her door, not sure what to say.

"Okay, Father." She finally replied, grabbing her phone from her bedside table.

Wont be coming into school 2day. Sorry :(

She sent the text to Fuyuki and was relieved when he replied back,

Ok. C u on Sunday :)

"I wish I could go to school, just to see him. We could sneak out? Sneak...to school? Yeah, yeah, call me a nerd. But..."

Momoka's two personalities finally agreed on something. "I want to see him!"


"Hey...Saburo-san?"

"What's up, Fuyuki-kun?" Saburo smiled politely. Fuyuki had been lucky enough to catch him in the school corridor between lessons.

"Uh...well, I was wondering if you might be able to give me some advice...a-about dating."

Saburo's eyebrow arched in curiosity "You have a date, Fuyuki-kun?"

"Yeah...with Momoka-chan. B-but I have no idea what to do, or where to take her or how to act o-or..." Fuyuki sighed dejectedly "I want to make it romantic...but I just don't know what to do."

Saburo hummed, musing on the situation. "Well...Momoka-chan likes you a heck of a lot already, so you've got an advantage there..."

"You knew that she liked me too?"

"Dude. Everyone knew." Saburo sighed.

"People sighing at my density is fast becoming a habit." Fuyuki realized.

"Anyway," Saburo continued ",you want romance, huh? Hm...well, the funfair is in town so you could take her to that. The booths...the rides...the games...Almost all girls love that type of scenario."

"I guess..." Fuyuki mumbled "But I don't know if she'd be impressed by something like that. I mean, she's rich enough to do whatever, and has done a lot of stuff way more interesting and elegant than the funfair."

"Fuyuki-kun, Fuyuki-kun, Fuyuki-kun..." Saburo tutted, shaking his head "She doesn't care about how much money you spend on her, just how you treat her and how you feel about her and the time you spend with her."

Fuyuki felt a grin grow over his face "Yeah, you're right! Thanks Saburo-san."

"No problem. Just remember; pay the guy in charge of the Ferris wheel to stop the thing for a long time so you two can have a 'special' moment." Saburo waggled his eyebrows.


Momoka couldn't help but stop, mid-step and halfway through the doorway, and take in the rare sight; her parents were sitting together on the couch, watching television. Well, her father's attention was diverted to his Blackberry, working even on his day off, and her mother was only half-paying attention from the way her eyes were glazed over and how she lolled her head on Baio's shoulder.

Momoka just had to pause to look at the...the normalcy of the situation. Normalcy wasn't something common for the Nishizawa family, and Momoka doubted it ever would be. But watching her parents, watching the world martial arts champion and the man in control of the economy be bored by television or be too preoccupied to watch television while quietly cuddling, watching her parents be so...average, it made her feel tingly and happy.

The second she cleared her throat, she felt all their attention snap from the television and the Blackberry onto her like a hammer striking an anvil.

"I was..." She began, before trailing off. "Come on! If we don't ask them, what was the point in him even asking us out?" So Momoka screwed up all her courage, gathering every scrap from every corner of her soul "I was planning to go out on Sunday...! I-if...if you were going to let me, of-of course..."

Both her parent's looked a mix of very concerned and very curious.

"Go where...?" Oka asked.

"I...don't know." Momoka replied. She felt like crawling into a hole already.

"Were you planning to go out alone or with someone?"

"I was...I was planning to go out with someone."

"With whom?" Baio asked, a frown cresting his forehead.

"Ohh, we are screwed...don't be like that...Please, like Dad is gonna let us go out on a date. We up for shizz up the proverbial creek and we threw the paddle at a bear about two hundred miles back..." went through her head in a millisecond.

"With Fuyuki-kun."

Baio's eyes narrowed to knife-slits fatally fast "With 'Fuyuki-kun'..." He repeated, too slowly to be comfortable.

"And you 'don't know' where you're going with him?" Oka asked.

"Um...No..."

"With 'Fuyuki-kun'..." Baio repeated.

"Um...Yes...?"

Momoka knew it was bad when his fists clenched so hard that his knuckles blanched white.

"So...c-can I go?" She forced a smile, at least trying to seem hopeful.

"Are you joking?" He exploded. His face was a dangerous crimson colour "We just got you back! From kidnappers. So now you think you're going out? With him? Th-That boy?"

Dark Momoka took over, a slow anger welling up in her gut "'That boy' has a name. He's called-"

"Fuyuki-kun, Fuyuki-kun- Yes, I know the name well enough." Baio snarled "That boy is all you ever talk about. It's almost sickening to hear you fawn over some lowly kid like you do!" His ferocity made her flinch away; she'd never heard his name be hissed through such an angry sneer. And by her own father, no less.

"You're not going to let me go, are you?" Momoka asked, not expecting an answer.

"Of course I'm not." He replied.

"Baio..." Oka tried to cut in. Momoka wasn't sure if her mother succeeded or not, she'd already fled from the room, trying so hard not to let the tears cascade out of her eyes. She felt as if she had been punched in the gut, as if her heart had been squeezed while it was still beating. She sprinted all the way back to her room, pushing past servants and blocking out their yelps of surprise and inquiries.

Finally, finally she made it to her bedroom, slamming the door behind her and falling onto the bed. She let the tears and the horrendous feelings pour out of her eyes. "I...I don't want to tell Fuyuki-kun I can't go on a date with him after I've had to wait so long...I don't want him to hate me..." She let out a forlorn whimper, grabbing her pillow and burying her tear-sodden face into the soft cotton "I don't want Father to hate me either...I don't want him to hate Fuyuki-kun...He isn't 'lowly'! I just...I just...!"

"Momoka...?" Oka's soft voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Get lost!" Dark Momoka roared, not taking her face away from her pillow. She heard the door open and her mother walk across the room, coming to a stop a few steps away from the foot of the bed.

"That isn't fair. You're mad at your father, not at me."

Momoka, still with her Dark persona in full control, slowly looked up at her mother "So? You probably think the same as him. You think I shouldn't go out with Fuyuki 'cause you think he's 'lowly'."

Oka took a long look at her daughter, before her eyes softened and she let out a sigh. "I don't think he's 'lowly'. Far from it. But I don't think it's a good idea for you to be going out on Sunday-"

"Why the hell not?"

Her mother sat down on the edge of the bed and Momoka, pretty much out of instinct, sat up and shuffled to be next to her.

Oka smiled affectionately down at her and started to stroke her hair. She didn't play with the curls at the side of her head, like Fuyuki did, so it felt...different to say the least. But it did feel nice to have her mother pay such loving attention to her, making her 'light' personality take control again. "Momoka..." Her mother cooed "Let me tell you a story..."

"Oh, bloody hell, here we go...shush you." Went over in Momoka's head before Oka began speaking.

"When I was a little older than you are now, I wanted to go out on a date with this boy I had a crush on for...ages. But my father wouldn't allow it. He just hated the fact that I could love someone he hadn't picked out for me from his business friends. He thought he was below us and called him every hideous name under the sun...branding him a- a 'peasant' or 'urchin' and...and so many horrible things. But I still wanted to be with him. So do you know what I did?"

Momoka shook her head.

"I ran away."

Oka chuckled watching her daughter's jaw drop.

"I planned to elope with him. We were going to run away to a cute little seaside place and just live quietly. I had taken enough money out of my account so that we could live comfortably for the rest of our lives together and I was going to cut off all contact to my father. But..."

"What happened?" Momoka asked, totally enthralled.

"He was sensible. I liked him because he was so clever but after I told him everything I had planned and after I had packed my bags and met him at the train station...He told me to go back home. He told me that I shouldn't sacrifice my life just to make a new one with him and that I wouldn't be happy having to cut out my family. I yelled, told him I just wanted to be with him and didn't care what my father said...and then he dragged me back to my house. Literally-dragged me."

"I can't believe that."

Her mother smiled "But do you understand what I am trying to tell you, Momoka?"

Momoka shook her head again.

"Well...I had to run away to prove to my father that I loved this boy. And my father only started to consider accepting him when he did the clever thing and brought me back home. Now...your situation is very different to that."

"How? Dad hates Fuyuki."

"No, he doesn't. He just hates the idea of losing you- to anyone. Even Fuyuki Hinata-kun. You are his little girl and we went through the worst day of our life when you were...Your father wants you to be safe, if he could he would wrap you up in cotton wool and never let you out of the house. Especially after what happened."

"He called Fuyuki-kun 'lowly'."

"Knowing your father, he probably thinks no-one is good enough for you. But that doesn't mean he is dead set against the two of you. Fuyuki Hinata-kun is a good boy, a sweet boy. He's kind and your father knows this, so do I. We aren't concerned about the two of you going out, just concerned about you going out this soon after what's happened."

"I can't stay trapped in this house forever!"

"I know that perfectly well, Momoka." She jumped at the sound of her father's voice. He stood in the doorway, arms folded, leaning against the doorframe with a very annoyed frown still on his forehead.

He spoke very slowly, deliberately "You call us as soon as you get there, you call us if anything happens, and you call us the second you're coming home. And you will be followed by guards. You either agree to all of this or you're not leaving this house on Sunday."

Momoka felt her eyes widen "You mean...you're letting me go?" Baio looked away, his expression hidden, but obviously bitter. "Thank you, Father!" She raced to him, throwing her arms around him. The sudden action threw him off balance but he still hugged her back warmly.

"Thank you, Father." She repeated. Baio didn't respond, just pulled out of the hug and smiled at his daughter.

"I just can't wait for Sunday!"