Gomen I didn't update for awhile, I've had tests and essays and writers
block and nonesuch ^^;;
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Momiji gently shut the door behind him, careful not to wake the slightly snoring Ayame. He hurried back to his house, the cool air sweeping away the traces of sleepiness he still felt.
Jogging along, he decided to tell his papa that he hadn't been home because he had gotten up early and went for a walk. Papa should be checking in on him about now. Everyday after eating breakfast with his wife and daughter, he would spend a couple minutes with Momiji before going to work.
He reached the front of his house, and entered to find a note from his papa: Momiji-kun, gomen. I had to go to work early, and you weren't here. I hope you get home soon from wherever you are; your aunt was worried. I will be home around midnight and check in on you if you are awake.
Momiji yawned and put the note down, deciding he needed more sleep. He promptly did so. The sun rose slowly and eventually became bright enough to wake him from his slumber. He finally woke up, and sighed, staring at his ceiling, and thought. Strange, ne. Finding Ayame like that. . .he had seemed lifeless. Momiji shrugged off the thought and got up.
He checked the clock. It was midafternoon. He bounced up and got dressed in one of his outfits, then went outside, grabbing an onigiri from a tray left near his door. The Soumas were an incredibly rich and ancient family line. The house was supplied with dozens of servants to take care of the elderly, sick, and in Momiji's case, abandoned. Momiji, designated unable to take care of himself was left all three meals and his quarters (in the house of an elderly aunt) were regularly cleaned. That's why Shigure's house had been left such a mess, he had been reared here among luxury and laziness.
Momiji climbed up a nearby tree, and onto the Souma wall, noticing the weather was a bit more summer like today. He looked out over the street, then back over the tops of the houses at the movement of the other people. His eyes wandered, looking for something he felt was missing,. He couldn't lay his finger on it. He walked along, searching. As he walked, he thought, 'It was super nice of Ayame to take care of me like that.' Momiji wondered if Ayame had left while Momiji had been taking his nap. He felt a little selfish asking the favor of Ayame, and it wasn't worth it if the thought of it being broken made Momiji sad.
He spotted a flash of white, and it caught him by surprise. Ayame and Hatori walked around the corner of a house, deep in discussion. Momiji hesitated, not wanting to interrupt, but wanting to greet them. Hatori glanced up, "Ohayo Momiji." Ayame's head snapped up and the intensity of his stare, though not unfriendly, caught Momiji off guard. He lost his balance and fell headfirst off the wall. "Eheh," said Momiji, embarrassed, "Gomen." Ayame had caught him, and was staring at him in shock.
"Momiji-kun, you should be more careful," chided Hatori.
"Daijobu," replied Momiji as Ayame set him down. He patted Ayame's arm that was still gripping his shoulder reassuringly.
"You know Ayame?" asked Hatori, his eyes shifting from one to another. Ayame was trying to look anywhere but at Hatori.
"Shouldn't I?" asked Momiji, mock puzzled, "Ayame is Jyuunishi."
"Sou," Hatori said.
"Momiji! Suteki outfit!" exclaimed Ayame, stepping back to examine his clothes, "Nice color coordination . . .form . . .mmhmm," he said approvingly, "you would be fit to work in my shop."
Hatori raised an eyebrow, and Ayame laughed, "Joke, joke!"
"Na, well Ha-san was just walking me to the gates," said Ayame, "why don't you come along?" They walked the short distance to the gates.
"Ja Ha-san!" called Ayame, waving fiercely.
"Ja, Ayame," replied Hatori, and turned to leave.
"Sayounara Ayame," said Momiji, looking up to try to catch some of that intensity he had seen earlier, but it wasn't there.
Ayame shifted, "Mata, Momiji!" he called, and started off down the street.
Momiji watched him go.
Momiji gently shut the door behind him, careful not to wake the slightly snoring Ayame. He hurried back to his house, the cool air sweeping away the traces of sleepiness he still felt.
Jogging along, he decided to tell his papa that he hadn't been home because he had gotten up early and went for a walk. Papa should be checking in on him about now. Everyday after eating breakfast with his wife and daughter, he would spend a couple minutes with Momiji before going to work.
He reached the front of his house, and entered to find a note from his papa: Momiji-kun, gomen. I had to go to work early, and you weren't here. I hope you get home soon from wherever you are; your aunt was worried. I will be home around midnight and check in on you if you are awake.
Momiji yawned and put the note down, deciding he needed more sleep. He promptly did so. The sun rose slowly and eventually became bright enough to wake him from his slumber. He finally woke up, and sighed, staring at his ceiling, and thought. Strange, ne. Finding Ayame like that. . .he had seemed lifeless. Momiji shrugged off the thought and got up.
He checked the clock. It was midafternoon. He bounced up and got dressed in one of his outfits, then went outside, grabbing an onigiri from a tray left near his door. The Soumas were an incredibly rich and ancient family line. The house was supplied with dozens of servants to take care of the elderly, sick, and in Momiji's case, abandoned. Momiji, designated unable to take care of himself was left all three meals and his quarters (in the house of an elderly aunt) were regularly cleaned. That's why Shigure's house had been left such a mess, he had been reared here among luxury and laziness.
Momiji climbed up a nearby tree, and onto the Souma wall, noticing the weather was a bit more summer like today. He looked out over the street, then back over the tops of the houses at the movement of the other people. His eyes wandered, looking for something he felt was missing,. He couldn't lay his finger on it. He walked along, searching. As he walked, he thought, 'It was super nice of Ayame to take care of me like that.' Momiji wondered if Ayame had left while Momiji had been taking his nap. He felt a little selfish asking the favor of Ayame, and it wasn't worth it if the thought of it being broken made Momiji sad.
He spotted a flash of white, and it caught him by surprise. Ayame and Hatori walked around the corner of a house, deep in discussion. Momiji hesitated, not wanting to interrupt, but wanting to greet them. Hatori glanced up, "Ohayo Momiji." Ayame's head snapped up and the intensity of his stare, though not unfriendly, caught Momiji off guard. He lost his balance and fell headfirst off the wall. "Eheh," said Momiji, embarrassed, "Gomen." Ayame had caught him, and was staring at him in shock.
"Momiji-kun, you should be more careful," chided Hatori.
"Daijobu," replied Momiji as Ayame set him down. He patted Ayame's arm that was still gripping his shoulder reassuringly.
"You know Ayame?" asked Hatori, his eyes shifting from one to another. Ayame was trying to look anywhere but at Hatori.
"Shouldn't I?" asked Momiji, mock puzzled, "Ayame is Jyuunishi."
"Sou," Hatori said.
"Momiji! Suteki outfit!" exclaimed Ayame, stepping back to examine his clothes, "Nice color coordination . . .form . . .mmhmm," he said approvingly, "you would be fit to work in my shop."
Hatori raised an eyebrow, and Ayame laughed, "Joke, joke!"
"Na, well Ha-san was just walking me to the gates," said Ayame, "why don't you come along?" They walked the short distance to the gates.
"Ja Ha-san!" called Ayame, waving fiercely.
"Ja, Ayame," replied Hatori, and turned to leave.
"Sayounara Ayame," said Momiji, looking up to try to catch some of that intensity he had seen earlier, but it wasn't there.
Ayame shifted, "Mata, Momiji!" he called, and started off down the street.
Momiji watched him go.