Author's Notes:

I. AM. EXTREMELY. SORRY. FOR. NOT. UPDATING. IN. SO. LONG. I didn't think that the second semester was literally going to be hectic. There were deadlines and quizzes almost every week and I had to balance my time with academic and extracurricular activities from my student org. that I barely had time to write. Plus, thesis writing was eating up most of my time and whatever's left of my free time was spent either eating, sleeping or relaxing and destressing myself (because if I didn't, I'd collapse from the stress). And when I finally did have the time to write, the file got corrupted, which really put me off writing for a while. But now that everything's done, no more papers to pass, deadlines to meet, activities to do, thesis defense, exams to pass, I am just literally waiting for graduation to come! (HUZZAH!) And I finally had time to finish this!

Also, I was really surprised when I logged back in to see that people are still coming back to read my this story. It really made me happy and motivated me to finish this chapter before graduation (which is tomorrow) and I did!

Again, I'm really sorry for not updating for so long, not even a note to say that I won't be able to update.

Well, now that that's out, on with the fic!


Chapter 12

It was a warm afternoon and the house was quiet with nothing but the soft tinkling of the chimes that hung on the living room window could be heard as a gentle breeze entered the house. The large glass windows of the living room were wide open and Momiji sat by the edge of the elevated floor overlooking the garden. Swinging his legs lightly, he quietly hummed a tune to himself as he busied himself with his chosen activity for the afternoon: Origami.

A small smile was on his face as he carefully folded the small piece of paper on his lap before running his fingers through it, making sure that the folded pieces were even and that the shape was right before continuing the same process of folding the paper until the it was formed into the shape it was meant to be.

"Done!"

He exclaimed as he held within his hands a small paper flower similar to the paper flowers he made together with his classmates for Tohru, Yuki and Kyo's graduation.

Running his fingers once more on the paper flower; Momiji smiled; glad that despite his current condition, he can still make origami properly. He was starting to run out of things to do during the afternoons seeing as he couldn't watch TV or even read his books and he didn't have Hatori to bother this time because he had an appointment and left sometime after lunch.

Speaking of the doctor, Momiji grinned, suddenly remembering how Hatori had been worried at leaving him all alone in the house, since Haru couldn't come and his father was at work; and had repeatedly given him reminders about what and what not. He left sometime later though, after he reassured the older man that he was going to be fine and that he was blind, not a kid and that he knew his way around the house.

And it was a couple of hours after Hatori left that Momiji ended up wandering around the house thinking of what to do during the afternoon when he found a few pieces of paper on top of the coffee table in the living room and finally decided on what to do that afternoon.

Placing the flower on the floor beside him, Momiji raised his arms above him, stretching. He brought his left hand in front of him even though he couldn't see it, before closing and opening his hand a couple of times before a cheerful smile crept up on his face and he grabbed another piece of paper with his left hand.

Hatori came with him to the hospital a couple of days before for another check up and after going through several tests, gained the doctor's approval to remove his cast. He remembered how ecstatic he was when he heard that the doctor's decision. He could now move freely.

Although he was told not to do any strenuous activities using his left arm for a while since his arm was still recovering, he was still happy. After all, given time he would be able to do the things he couldn't do because his arm was broken. And most importantly, he'd be able to play the violin again.

Just the thought of playing again really lifted his mood as he once again begun to hum a tune to himself as he decided on what to do next.

Another breeze passed by, causing the wind chime to tinkle softly once more as Momiji continued in comforting silence, stopping every once in a while to make sure he got the shape right.

"There!"

He said to himself cheerfully as he finished the rabbit origami he made and carefully ran his hands on it to make sure everything was right. "Hmm, one ear seems to be a bit shorter…" he mumbled to himself "Oh well, at least the rest of it's okay." He said as placed it next to the flower on the floor.

"What should I do next?" he mumbled to himself as he thought of what to make, reaching out for another piece of paper. But just as his fingers barely touched the paper, another breeze passed by, much stronger than the last, scattering the remaining pieces of paper a couple of feet away from him.

Momiji let out a yelp as he stretched out his arms to keep the papers in his reach, but he only managed to keep three pieces in his hands. Momiji sighed, he was sure there were a couple more pieces left which he hadn't been able to grasp in time. Hoping that the remaining scattered papers were blown inside the living room and not outside into the garden, he let his hand roam around the floor looking for them while holding the rest of the papers on his other hand.

After a few seconds of searching, Momiji finally felt the corner of a paper and picked it up. "Okay, one more to go." He said to himself as he once again let his hand roam around. It took less time to search this time and Momiji felt the familiar corner of the paper.

But as he leaned in to reach grab it, he ended up slipping, not realizing that he leaned in too low that he wasn't able to keep himself up, swerved his hand across the floor and accidentally swiping the papermaking it fall a couple of feet away from him and into the soft grass outside.

"Ah! Where'd it go?" he exclaimed as he pushed himself back into sitting position on the floor. Momiji pouted. Now he didn't know if the paper he was looking for was still somewhere in the living room or if it fell outside.

Thinking of what to do, he once again tried to roam his hands on the floor, slower this time, still hoping that the last piece of paper was still somewhere in the living room. It wasn't that it was important for him to find it, but he didn't like to just leave things lying around if he can help it, blind or not. He was so caught up in his search that he didn't notice the quiet footsteps that came from the garden and were slowly heading towards him.

It wasn't until the footsteps were a mere couple of feet from him when he finally heard the soft sound of the footsteps against the grass that he stopped and looked back from his slightly twisted angle only to feel a slight movement of air near his face.

"Here."

Momiji blinked, processing what just happened before his eyes widened as he realized who the voice belonged to. A small smile crept up his face "You said you'd be on a business trip. I wasn't expecting you to visit so soon, Akito." He said as he continued to look in the direction where the voice came from.

The Sohma head stood in front of him, holding the small piece of paper in front of Momiji. "It ended earlier than planned. Also, you stopped replying from my messages. I only found out what happened from Shigure when I came back." She nonchalantly explained as she realized that Momiji couldn't see the paper she was holding and placed it on Momiji's hand who, upon noticing, gratefully took it.

"Is that so? Sorry about that." he replied, a sheepish grin on his face. Akito didn't say anything in return. Instead, she stared at Momiji, noticing how the blonde was looking in her direction but not exactly looking at her. "So it's true then. Your sight…" she said and Momiji nodded lightly, his smile faltering slightly "Yeah, but the doctor said it isn't permanent. Just that it would take some time to heal." He explained, shrugging a little.

Akito stared at him a little longer, observing the blonde before moving her gaze to the small pieces of origami that sat beside Momiji, first to the flower and then to the rabbit. Her gaze softened ever so slightly. "Akito?" Momiji asked, noticing the silence from the Sohma head.

"Origami." She uttered and Momiji blinked "Oh, right! I didn't have much to do this afternoon and I was getting bored when I found some paper and decided to just make them." He explained cheerfully "Though I'm glad I still remember how to make them, I'm not sure if I got shapes right." He added before running his hand over the flower and the rabbit lightly. "Want to make one?" he turned back to the Sohma head as he offered the piece of paper Akito gave him back to her.

Akito blinked, a bit taken aback at the offer before gently taking the piece of paper back from Momiji's hand. Momiji's smile grew when she did this and heard her take a couple of steps to his right before sitting down beside him. Deciding that he should make another one, Momiji picked up a piece of paper and thought of what to make next.

The wind chime once again gave out a soft tinkling sound as a light breeze passed by them and the two sat in comforting silence.

"You know," Akito started, breaking the silence between them "it's been a while since we've sent messages. I think I actually miss it."Akito said. "Well, that's true." Momiji mumbled as he said this and tilted his head a little as if he was thinking before he smiled again "I guess you'd just have to visit more often then so we can talk." He said, turning towards the Sohma head as he did so.

Akito blinked at the suggestion, thinking it over for a moment before turning her attention back to the origami in her hands "… I suppose I can visit, if I'm free." Her reply came out slowly and quietly but upon hearing it, Momiji's smile grew "I'll be waiting then."

Silence once more occupied the two as Akito continued to carefully fold the origami in her hands while Momiji simply sat, lightly swinging his legs and was quietly humming a tune to himself.

Months ago, he'd never imagine finding himself sitting side by side with the Sohma head let alone being friends. Momiji blinked at the thought. He wasn't sure if friendship was the right term for their relationship given all that had happened in the past. Though he did try to reach out to her a few times, like that time when they went to the beach to spend summer vacation together with Tohru, he didn't really expect that Akito would respond positively to him. And when his curse broke, he thought that his relationship with Akito would be completely severed.

He never thought that one day their relationship would grow to something close to friendship. And he'd never once thought that the one who would reach out this time was Akito. Momiji smiled once more as he recalled the memory.

It had been a couple of days after Tohru was released from the hospital and he was heading back home from school when he suddenly received a message from Akito thanking him. Surprised as he was at the sudden message, he was even more surprised as he found himself replying back to the Sohma head. From then on, the two of them continued to send messages to the other.

At first he felt a bit awkward about it since he and Akito barely knew anything about the other and most of the things they have in common weren't exactly good either. But seeing how it all turned out, he was glad to know that he and Akito became friends. Momiji smiled as he remembered those times.

"What are you smiling at?"

The question made Momiji turn to Akito, who was looking at him curiously. "Ah, I just remembered the first time you sent me a text message." He explained and heard an indescribable sound come from Akito before laughing lightly. "I didn't think you'd remember that." Akito murmured almost inaudibly; and judging from the tone of voice, slightly embarrassed.

"Of course I do. It's the first time you actually thanked me for something." He replied back "I don't think I'll ever forget about it." He finished.

Akito stared at him for a moment, looking a little unsure of what to say next. Feeling the gaze directed at him, Momiji once more turned to look at her. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

Akito remained silent for a few more seconds before deciding to speak "Are you alright?" she asked. When Momiji only blinked in response Akito took this chance to speak again "We haven't really been able to talk for some time since I was away and when I came back you…" she stopped right there, not sure on how to continue on and returned her gaze back to the origami she held in her hand.

Momiji kept his gaze on her for a second more before he, too, reverted his gaze back to his hands where the a half folded paper lay. He took a moment and gathered his thoughts before looking back at Akito. "To be honest, I'm not quite sure about that." He admitted ,a sad smile on his face.

He then told Akito about what happened, about the accident, about losing his sight, his mother and Momo finding out about him and his mother's memories returning. He even told her how he once considered the idea of erasing his mother's memories and how Hatori and his father reassured him that his mother was fine. He told her everything, venting out his thoughts, his worries and fears, everything, and Akito just sat there listening quietly as he ranted and vented it all out.

Silence fell between them right after and Momiji was about to pick up the paper he had unconsciously he left on the floor when Akito spoke, breaking the silence.

"Aren't you angry at me?" the words came out slowly, quietly, as Akito stared down on the origami on her lap. "Why?" Momiji asked back as he picked up the folded paper, feeling its shape before continuing where he left off.

Akito lifted her head, a questioning look on her face. She stared at him for a few more seconds before returning her gaze back on her lap. "I… I was the one who gave your mother the idea of easing you from her memories." She answered.

Momiji remained silent as the wind chime gave a soft tinkling sound when a gentle breeze passed by. "Honestly, when I found out about that, I was angry for some time." He admitted and Akito lowered her head, seemingly expecting the answer. "But then" he continued "I realized that even though you may have been the one to tell her about it, it was still my mother who made the choice."

Akito, surprised at the words she was hearing, blinked and lifted her head to look back at Momiji. "What?" was the only thing she was able to ask and Momiji turned to her "I'm not angry at you for that. Nor do I hate you." He told her.

"But if I hadn't told her, you wouldn't have had to be forgotten by your mother." She said quietly. Momiji didn't answer right away and remained silent for a few seconds before speaking again "That's true but… in the end, the decision relied upon my mother. When I realized that, the anger that I felt towards you lessened."

A moment of silence passed between them before Akito deiced to break it. "I'm sorry." The words came out softly and quietly that it was almost a whisper, but Momiji heard it. "Why are you apologizing? I didn't blame you." Momiji said "And like I said, it was my mother who decided to forget me. You had nothing to do with her decision. So why are you apologizing?" Momiji told her before placing the small paper crane he had finished making on the floor next to the others he made and picked up another piece of paper to fold.

"Honestly, why are you guys suddenly apologizing to me? First there was dad and now you." Momiji said, almost jokingly as he began to fold the paper, this time making a caterpillar.

Akito, let his words sink in, understanding it and stared as he folded the paper for a while before bringing the origami to her lips and blowing on it. "Hypocrite."

"Huh?"

"I said you're a hypocrite." She repeated. Momiji blinked at the sudden accusation "um… why?" he asked, somehow used to Akito's sudden change of topic.

Akito didn't answer right away and continued to blow on her origami. "The story of the foolish traveler." She muttered. "Um… what about it?" Momiji asked, still not seeing the connection.

Akito finished blowing on the origami and now held a small paper ball in her hands. "You told me before… that the foolish traveler used to travel to different towns and gave up all of his possessions to people who asked him for it because he was too kind to decline." She paused "And that when he had given up everything he had, he gave up even his own body."

Her gaze fell to the paper ball in her hand "In the end, he lost everything he had and the only thing he received back was a single piece of paper with the word 'Idiot' written on it. Not minding the insult, the foolish traveler had been so happy that he received something that he cried and said 'thank you' until he died." Akito explained and Momiji listened quietly, wondering what Akito was trying to say.

"When you told me that story, you said that I'd want to see Tohru after hearing it and I did. But when I thought about it again I realized that it wasn't just Tohru who reminded me of that story." Akito turned to look at Momiji "It also reminded me of you."

"Akito…"Momiji looked at Akito as she said this. "You're like the foolish traveler when it comes to your family." Akito continued "Always being so understanding and accepting of whatever is happening just to make your family happy. Even when you don't exactly get anything in return, you still accept it with that smile on your face. Just like that woman.(1)" she paused "To be honest, it's a little irritating, actually; seeing you guys like that." She said, the last part sounding a bit annoyed and Momiji laughed a little at that.

But, after listening, he understood what Akito meant. He had always been ready to give up everything if it meant his family's happiness. Just like how he tried to avoid meeting up with his mother and sister before and instead decided to watch them from afar, or when he gave up his violin lessons so that Momo can learn from the same teacher or during the times that he can't even spend the time with his father because he didn't want to cause suspicion for his mother and many other things he had given up or didn't bother to have because by doing so would meant problems for his family.

"The foolish traveler, huh?" Momiji thought aloud as he leaned backwards, placing his hands behind him to support his weight. There were a lot of things he gave up for his family. But just like the foolish traveler, whenever he would receive something from his family, a small thank you or a kind gesture, it was enough to make him cry tears of joy. Because he knew that he did something to make them happy, seeing them like that was enough.

Akito watched as a small, sad smile crept up on his face "I guess… its fitting." He mumbled and Akito let out a small sigh before standing up.

A moment of silence fell between them before Akito decided to break it "I should go."

"Eh? So soon?" Momiji looked disappointed and almost pouted as his mood almost did a 360 causing Akito to raise a brow at that. "Shigure's probably looking for me. I snuck out from work." She explained. "Oh, so you're going back now?" Momiji asked "Not yet. I don't want to be found yet." Came the straightforward answer and Momiji chuckled "I see."

After stretching a bit, Akito picked up the small paper ball she made that fell as she stood up and walked towards Momiji. "As for what you should do," she started, catching Momiji's attention "I'm not really sure what I can tell you but…" she dropped the small paper ball to Momiji's hand, landing gently "I think it'll be fine in the end." Momiji looked up at her "Akito… thank you." He smiled

"I should really be going now." Akito replied and started to run back to the way she came but stopped as she reached the edge of the garden "I also think that, that girl hiding in the bush wants to talk to you." She added.

"A girl?" Momiji repeated and just as he said it, he heard a rustle in the bushes to his left. "Who's there?" he asked as he pushed himself up off the floor where he sat. Another rustle was heard before Momiji heard footsteps coming out of the bush and head towards him.

The person stopped about a feet from him before a familiar voice called out to him. "Momiji."

Momiji blinked. "Momo? Don't tell me you snuck out again. Maiko-san might get mad." He walked towards his sister as he fussed and seeing that she had nothing more to do there, Akito continued to make her way out.

"Akito!"

Looking back, Akito saw Momiji smiling genuinely "Thanks again." He said. "No problem." Came her short answer before turning around to leave.

Watching Akito leave, Momo turned to Momiji and tugged at his shirt "Momiji, who was that?" she asked. Momiji looked down at her "That was Akito, she's the Sohma family head." Momiji answered as they both went back into the house. "She's the family head?" Momo repeated, looking a bit shocked "…She's pretty." She mumbled as Momiji sat back in his previous spot on the floor "She is, isn't she?" he smiled back and it was only then that Momo noticed the colorful origami on the floor.

"Momiji, did you make all these?" Momo asked as she gently picked up one of the origami pieces. Momiji smiled "Yup! Ah, but Akito made this one." He motioned to the paper ball he was still holding. Momo looked up at him and then back to the origami she held and back at Momiji again "Momo doesn't get it. How did you make this? You can't see, right?" she asked and Momiji grinned "That's because I used to do a lot of these back when I was young so that even when I can't see now, I still remember how to make it." He told her and his smile grew as he heard Momo make a 'wow' sound as he said this.

Momiji remembered his question earlier had remained unanswered, he decided to ask again "Momo," he called as he felt the small girl plop down next to him, smiling as she did so "did you sneak out again? Maiko-san might get mad." He asked.

Momo blinked and looked up at him "Why did you call mommy by her name? Why didn't you call her mommy too?" she asked. Realizing that he had indeed said 'Maiko-san' he smiled sheepishly "I guess, I just got used to calling her that." He told her. "Oh… then, will you call her mommy now?" Momo asked, tilting her head slightly to the side. "…Maybe." He answered, although if he did, he would more likely just call her mom instead of mommy since that was what he was used to.

Turning back to his question once more, he turned to Momo "You didn't answer my question, Momo. Did you sneak out again?" he repeated his question for the third time.

Momo shook her head "Nope! I asked mommy this time and she said I could go." She answered "I see. " Momiji sighed and leaned back "That's good then." he added. He remembered the other day when his dad mentioned that Momo had snuck out on that day that she came to meet him and he didn't want them to worry and get Momo scolded again.

"Momiji"

"Hm?" he titled his head sideways as he felt a tug on his sleeve "Mommy said that she remembers you now." Momo said.

"…I know."

"Daddy also told me about the zodiac curse and that you were the rabbit."

"I know that too."

"And that the curse is broken."

"It is."

"Will you start living with us then?"

Momiji could feel Momo staring at him, waiting for an answer. "I… don't know, Momo." he answered. Momo tilted her head "Why?" she asked and Momiji didn't know what to say. He knew that Momo was a curious kid, and he knew that now that she knew everything about him she would be asking questions about it. But he honestly didn't think that it would happen right now nor did he expect that Momo would be so blunt about it.

"Momiji?"

Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked back to Momo, not noticing that he lowered his head "…I don't know either, Momo." He answered. Momiji inwardly sighed. It wasn't as if he didn't really want to live with them, it's just, before he could even think about that, he was already too preoccupied thinking about what will happen when he meets his mother again.

How would she react? What would she say? How would she treat him in front of Momo? Would everything still be okay? He couldn't even think past the 'what if's' that had been stuck in his mind ever since he found out that his mother found out about him and now Momo gave him another question that he still hasn't got an answer yet.

"Oh, okay." She said and her attention went back to the paper left on the floor "Can I make some origami too?" she asked. "Sure" he smiled and Momo picked up a pepr and began to fold it.

"Momiji?"

"Yeah?" he once again turned towards Momo who was concentrating on folding the origami she was making "I talked to mommy the other day." She said "Really?" Momiji said, his eyes slightly growing bigger. He didn't expect that.

Momo didn't answer, but since she sat so close to him, he felt her nod. "So… what did you talk about?" he asked

"You."

Momiji was surprised. Even though he already had an idea of what Momo's answer would be, he couldn't help but feel surprised. Well, he wasn't really expecting such a blunt answer… but Momo always had a way of saying the truth so honestly and straightforwardly. Just like that time when she met Tohru and asked her to ask him if he could be her big brother.

"What about me did you talk about?" he asked, not really sure what kind of answer he would get from his sister. Momo paused in folding one of the corners of the paper, suddenly looking confused as to what to do next "I asked her what she thought about you." She sat back up and looked at Momiji "I asked if she still hates you."

Momiji stared at Momo, taken aback by her words. How could Momo ask so bluntly? Especially about something like this? "…You really asked her that?" he asked, his voice low and quiet. He felt Momo nod again "Yes."

"What did…" he paused, wondering if he should continue his question before continuing. "What did she say?" he asked.

"She said she didn't know."

Momiji turned towards Momo. "She… really said that?" he mumbled and Momo merely tilted her head to the side once more, not understanding what was happening as his expression became unreadable.

He was surprised at hearing those words. He really wasn't expecting an answer like that. Not from his mother. He remembered back then before her memories were erased, he asked his mother if she really hated him. He can clearly remember how quickly his mother answered that she did, not even sparing a second to think over the question or what she would say or how it would hurt him to hear her say that.

Her words back then somehow remained with him even until now that hearing Momo say that she said she didn't know was enough to surprise him.

"You don't have to be afraid that she might revert back to how she was Momiji."

Momiji suddenly remembered the words his father told him the other day and somehow, after what Momo said, he was starting to believe those words.

"Maiko has learned to love you through the times she spent with you."

Is it true? Has she really? The fact that she said she didn't know… it must mean that she was at least thinking about how she felt about him right? That even though her memories and emotions from before had returned, she didn't entirely hate him anymore… right?

Relief quickly spread though him as soon as those thoughts passed through his mind and he breathe out, not realizing that he had held his breath as soon as he heard Momo's answer.

Momo stared at him, wondering what was wrong. "Momiji?" she called, and when he turned to look at her she saw that his eyes were glassy, as if he was about to cry. "Is something wrong?" she asked worriedly.

Noting the worry from his sister, Momiji quickly rubbed his eyes and smiled "It's nothing Momo." he said. Momo blinked "Is it because of what I said about mommy?" she asked, her worry still evident in her voice. A gentle smile crept on Momiji's face as he reached out and lightly patted Momo's head "I'm fine. It's just… what you said made me relieved."

Momo tilted her head "Relieved? Why?" she asked, leaning closer to Momiji. "Because," he started "you said she didn't know if she hates me." He told her. "I don't get it." Momo mumbled to herself before looking up at Momiji "I don't get it, Momiji."

Momiji's smile grew a little as he heard her reaction "It's because… before, I asked mom the same question." He said. "…and she said yes?" Momo asked, her voice quiet, and he gave a nod.

Momo remained quiet for a moment as she stared at the half-made origami in her hands, a thoughtful look in her eyes before she looked back at Momiji again "Is that why you don't know if you could live with us?" she asked.

"Momo…" was all he could say as he was taken aback by her question. "You said she hated you before. That must mean that she got angry a lot, right? Mommy's really scary when she's angry…" she said, pouting a little "Were you scared, Momiji?" she asked.

Hearing his sister's reasoning, he can't help but wonder at how perceptive she is. Since she was still young, Momo can't really grasp the whole situation yet, but she has a way of understanding situations like this in an unbelievable way. To answer her question, Momiji nodded slowly, he answered "Yeah."

"Are you still scared?" she asked again, leaning in to Momiji. "…Yeah" he nodded again.

A moment of silence fell between them and Momiji wondered what was going through Momo's mind as she heard what he had to say. From what he could hear, Momo wasn't continuing the origami she had stopped doing since they started talking about their mother since he could no longer hear the quiet rustle of paper being folded.

He suddenly felt a movement to his right followed by the sound of feet stepping on the floor as he realized Momo stood up and was moving towards him. "Momo? What are yo-" his question was cut off when he suddenly felt two small arms wrap around him and a small head resting on the crook of his neck.

"…Momo?"

"You said you were scared."

Momiji blinked, lowering his head enough so that his chin was almost touching Momo's head. "Momo?" he called and he felt Momo look up at him "You said you were scared." She repeated "Whenever I'm scared, daddy would come and hug me until I'm not scared anymore." She explained.

"Momo…" Momiji let her words sink in. This was the… first time he had been held like this by someone who wasn't a member of the jyunishi. Feeling the small arms wrapped around him and the tiny body pressed against him made him want to cry at the comfort and warmth he could feel from the embrace that seemed to wash away the fear and anxiety he was feeling.

Bringing his arms around the small body, Momiji returned the embrace. "Thank you, Momo." he said as a tear managed to escape and trickle down his face.

"I think it'll be fine in the end."

He really hoped that what Akito said would be true. That everything would be fine in the end. That his mother really didn't completely hate him anymore and that he could finally live with his family.

Basking in the warmth and comfort given to him by his sister, he really hoped that everything would be fine in the end.


Author's Notes:

I really hope I got Akito's character right. I know she was gradually changing by the end of the series but like I said with Hatori's case, I just can't seem to fully grasp her character even when I read the manga over and over again. And I think this is the most I've seen/made Aktio speak lol The main reason why I chose Akito for this scene was because I really wanted to further the relationship between Akito and Momiji as something akin to friendship that I noticed when I read the chapter (I can't remember which anymore) where Momiji saw Akito in the hospital where Tohru and Kureno and he went over to talk to her. I saw the potential of having a friendship-sort-of relationship from that scene and then this came up XD

I hope you guys still review even after 6 months of no update whatsoever, I really wanna know what you think!