till we meet again

this story is written after book 4 and knowing very little about the rest of the series. as people have described it seems as if in book 5 momo is raped on her birthday. using that as part of my plot line I am not sure if I have altered the true story in anyway.

I figure that momo is still her sarcastic self, but due to incidents that she couldn't have controlled her personality was slightly altered. as this is a fanfic, none of this is true to the real manga that has already been written so this is all from my imagination and is to be taken as such. ^^ well then, on with the show.

scene: the next day after classes

time: momo is a freshman in college

rating: this story is rated PG-13 for situations that are alluded to that take place in the manga.

chapter two – haunting me like ghosts in the night

            Momo was at a loss. She knew in her heart that she failed her Literature test and it had nothing to do with the party that had taken place in her dorm the night before. It was the fact that once they all left, her mind had wandered to the point that she was emotionally and mentally exhausted, sleep was the only option.

            So, in conclusion, she failed her Lit test. She sighed. Failing was not something she handled well. For as long as she could remember she never failed. She graduated the top in her class, the brightest student to face the real world. But she took the alleyway, the dark corners and hid from society. That was one reason why she attended a school in the United States instead of Japan. She couldn't have the skeletons in her closet haunt her any longer. It wasn't just the 'incident' that stalked her, it was the people that she knew. That stared at her like they expected that from her all along.

            The only one that stuck by her was Kiley. Perhaps he was too shallow minded to realize that she was not someone that he should have risked his reputation over. She bit on the end of her pencil, she hadn't heard from him in a long time. She knew that he was one of the few people that stopped by her house when she stopped talking to everyone.

            Out of the four people, Kiley, Macha, Kako and Toji, she hadn't expected the fifth that stopped by the day before she left for the United States. Sae stopped over late in the day and didn't get one foot into the house. From where Momo stood at the top of the stairs she could hear every word.

            And for once Sae didn't sound like she was lying. Where Sae was usually boisterous and oily, she was subdued and hurt. At some point during her talk with Momo's mom she began to cry and apologized profusely, wishing that she wasn't the person she was and that she would do anything to let Momo know how sorry she was.

            Momo dropped the pencil to the grass knowing that she should have listened to the girl and not blown her off that day. Refusing to answer the phone, Momo made her mother picked it up before taking her to the airport. It was Kiley, according to her mom, and he wanted to let her know two things. One: that he would miss her like the flowers missed the rain, and Two: that Kashiwagi Sae would never bother her again.

Sae was dead.

Tears welled up in Momo's eyes misting her vision as she gazed across the campus. That was another day that she would always remember. The one day that she thought would be happy, happy because she was leave her terrible life behind, was marred of Sae's death. Sae's last bit of nastiness. After talking to Sae's mother, Kiley had found out that she became suicidal sometime after Momo stopped hanging around with her. Out of her own depression and feeling that she could go no further, the dark haired nymph jumped to her death from the top of the school.

Momo shook her head, she wished she would have talked to Sae on the phone. It took her a few months after the girl's death to understand the person once called Sae. Her mother sent her Sae's journals and things became very clear, very fast. If only she knew now what she knew then. But as her mother said, hindsight is 20/20.

Picking her books off the grass she stuffed them in her bag and draped that over her shoulder, preparing the trek back to her room. It was a lovely day; clouds hung over the school like cotton, dark and thick they threatened rain while the sun tried vainly to peek out from behind one of the billows. It was fall so the leaves on the trees were turning their vibrant rusty hues, slowly releasing their foliage to drift to the leaf-littered earth below. Momo crunched the leaves as she ambled her way across the campus to her dorm that lay half hidden in the woods, what ones she didn't step on darted out of her way with the help of a slight chilly breeze.

Hugging her large jacket closer to her body she tilted her head down as she slowly walked to her dorm. Upon entering some twenty minutes later, she wished that she hadn't. It was more noisy in her dorm than outside. Even sitting next to the road with all the cars wasn't as bad as this. Shoving her way through the small common room she pushed the door open to the stairwell and began her climb to the fifth floor. Just when she thought it couldn't get any louder she thought wrong. Her floor was full of party-goers that were either so drunk they passed out, or people that were tipsy. There weren't many like Momo that didn't drink on her floor. She wished a Floor Monitor walked by, but whenever they did all the teens were sober. She shook her head walking down her hall to room 599.

"Hey, Momo!"

Momo paused, looking over her shoulder with a smile. One of the Sobers, as Momo liked to call them, waved from her doorway, "Hi Felicity."

Felicity was American, born somewhere on the East Coast she took Japanese as her major so neither had to bother with broken languages. Red hair indicating that she was Irish was cut short to her shoulders and pulled back in the usual half pony tail. Small oval glasses partially covered her bright jade eyes that stared at Momo. "How did your Lit test go?"

"Bad, I think I failed it." the blonde replied sullenly.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that." Felicity stepped out into the hall and wandered over to Momo, making sure to step over the drunks that littered the floor, "Hey, what are you up to tomorrow? A few of us Sobers are going out to dinner and we wanted to know if you wanted to come."

"I don't think I'm busy. I think that's my night off of work."

Felicity smiled, replying in nearly perfect Japanese, "Alright. Well, stop by when you know for sure. I'll give you details then."

Momo hadn't known it but they walked down to her room. It wasn't that she was far from Felicity, it was that she hadn't realized that they had begun walking again. Sticking her key in the door she smiled at the red head, opening her door, "Sure thing. I'll call tonight and let you know first thing tomorrow."

"Okay, have a good night."

Once inside she leaned against the door as she closed it, "You too. Bye." And shut it. She chuckled inanely and turned into her room, a scream catching in her throat.

Someone was sitting in her room. She could see their outline, but it being so dark she could make out nothing else. Flipping the light switch her face crumpled, hands going to her mouth in utter shock. "No, you're not supposed to be here."

"Konnichiwa, Adachi Momo-chan."