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 and the next evening.

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 three – come for you

Momo stared shocked at the person that sat in her swivel chair. Short black hair framing a pale face, impeccable fashion sense and round brown eyes, Momo couldn't believe who she was looking at.

"…Sae?"

Sae wiggled her fingers in a childlike wave, "Didn't think you'd see me again, did you?"

Momo refused to answer for a moment. Sae tilted her head, waiting for the blonde to reply. "You're… you're… well, you're supposed…"

"I'm supposed to be dead? Momo, sweetie, I am dead."

"Then…"

"I'm allowed to come and talk to people once in a while. We're not slaves in Hell, you know."

Momo arched a brow, backing herself into the door, "Hell-?"

Sae laughed, "Only kidding. I can't tell you where I am. It's against the rules. I'm not one to go against the rules now." She frowned, "Momo- I… I'm very sorry. There wasn't a day that I didn't regret what I had done. Not a moment in my after life that I didn't wish I could take it all back. You were always so sure of yourself. So tough, but loved. You forgave everyone without a second thought all the time and I wished with all my soul I could be like you. But I never could. I tried to run from my life and all the things that happened to me, but they kept on catching up to me and I wanted to hurt the one person that reminded me of me when I was younger. I used to be like you before I started High School, but slowly I began to get lost. I lost my way Momo and my-" she looked down, eyes anguished, "my parents didn't help… I feared my father for the looks he gave me and the way he always seemed to be near me. My mother didn't believe my concerns so when I met you, the person I had always wanted to be, I wanted to hurt you. Hurt you because I was so hurt. I wanted the guys you had because they cared about you so much. I wanted to feel that love, but most of all I just wanted someone to understand me. I just went about it all wrong. Momo, I'm so sorry… I'm sorry I made your life hell, I just wanted someone to talk too, someone who could relate to my problems… I hurt you so much and in the end I guess I got what I deserved."

"I know everything, Sae." Momo said, rummaging through a pile of books on her desktop. Pulling out a thin black leather book she held it up, noting that Sae began to cry, "I read it already."

"Mommy gave you my journal?" Sae replied, voice soft like a whimper.

The blonde nodded and set the book back down before walking over to Sae and kneeling in front of her, "I didn't understand then why you were doing what you were doing. If I could have stopped your father I would have, but I knew nothing about you and why you acted the way you did. I just figured that you were being the bitch that we all thought you too be. I didn't understand that your attitude was spurred from something no one tried to find out. I understand now, now that its too late. I can't forgive you for what happened. It's unforgivable, but it makes me sad knowing that was the only way you thought I would understand you. I understand you now, Sae. I understand you now." Reaching out she hugged the petite girl, ignoring the fact that she held nothing real in her arms.

The tears that ran down Sae's face dripped to the floor, making no impression that she was there. Sniffling, she smiled relieved, like the world that she held on her shoulders had finally lifted. Her ethereal form wavered, light filtering through all filaments of her hair and every inch of her being. "Thank you, Momo. I didn't care if you forgave me, just as long as you understand. Thank you so much." Before fading completely away into the nothingness that waited for her she smiled, her old Jr. High grin returning, "Since you helped me, I figure I can help you. Unexpected visitors should be met with happiness, not fear or hurt. Remember that."

A pin point of light was all that remained of Sae before it blinked out of existence. Momo felt something pushing her and her eyes opened slowly. Her roommate stood over her, looking down into Momo's eyes concerned.

"You alright!? I found you on the floor, knocked out. You're not the type to get drunk, did you hit your head? Felicity went and got me when she saw you fall when you were closing the door on her."

Momo struggled to sit up, "It was a dream?" she said, holding a hand to her forehead. Forcing herself to stand she paused when she heard something plop to the rug. Looking down she bent over and picked up two small green bobbypins from the carpet. "Maybe it wasn't."

"Where did you get those! They're so adorable!"

"They must have fallen out of a book a friend gave me before she left." Momo replied, sitting them on her desk where she could see them. A picture of Sae's smiling face next to Momo's hung just above it.

The next day was just as dark and cloudy as the previous and Momo hoped that finally it would rain and get it over with. Head leaning against the tree she sat under, her caramel hued eyes looked over the school grounds. All at once her brow lifted and a smile tugged at one corner of her mouth. A youth walked in front of her vision, almost fourty feet away. Looking remarkably like someone she once knew she followed him with her gaze until he stopped.

The youth- man really- turned in her direction, darkness from the clouds coloring him in a greys and blacks. Wind that was prevalent all day suddenly picked up, whipping his hair in front of his face. She watched as he pushed it back, still looking in her direction. He stood tall, and Momo shuddered for it seemed like he was staring straight at her. Slowly the man walked toward her and she stood, picking up her book bag that rested by her side.

Unnerved, she lifted the bag and slung it over her shoulders, walking away from the man that walked briskly toward her.

"Um, excuse me." She heard, his voice catching on the wind and bringing his interruption to her.

She paused, feet slowing to a stop, heart nearly doing the same thing. Hesitantly, Momo turned to face the speaker and color drained from her face. Pulling blonde tresses from her wide eyes she stared into the brown hazel eyes that bore into hers. Lips parting slowly she tried her voice, finding that it didn't work so she fumbled for words.

A smile lit the mans pale face as he brushed dark locks behind his ears. "Hello, Momo." He greeted, deep tenor voice light with exhilaration, "Long time no see."