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Momiji stared in confusion and in heartache. She didn't want her eyes to believe what was right in front of her, but she couldn't lie to herself, especially about this situation. Kusanagi was right there, with his lips on Sakura's. They were sharing something that Momiji wanted him to only share with her. She was betrayed by the only man that she trusted with all her heart.
She didn't know what to say. Should she say anything? But then, what could she say? "Umm… excuse me, but what are you two like doing?" or "Get the hell off of him you sleaze! Go find someone else!" No. That wouldn't do any justice. It would only make her look pathetic and hurt. She didn't want to show any pain that she was feeling. She didn't want them to know that they got to her. That's why I'll go home and cry my eyes out!
Kusanagi must have felt her presence, because he quickly pushed Sakura away from him and turned to the doorway. Momiji stood there, her eyes open wide, matching her mouth. He could see the ache in her eyes, although he knew she was trying hard to hold it all in. He hated himself. If he was able to, he'd disappear and never come back. He couldn't believe that he let Sakura use her temptress ways on him and then allow himself to get caught by Momiji, the love of his life. He felt stupid and like a criminal. In a way, he was.
Sakura only grinned and stood up. "Looks like I won, Momiji," she said, flattening her skirt. She looked at her with the expression of a champion on her face. "I most likely got the lead role and the leading man. I told you that you were no competition against me."
Momiji glared, keeping back her burning tears. "You never said that, Sakura," she replied. "But even if you did, you still didn't get the lead in the play just yet. I'm--" she glanced over at Kusanagi and then back at Sakura "--not going to give up just because of you and him. I'm a lot stronger now."
Sakura laughed. She walked up to her and put her hands on her hips. "Prove it," she asserted. "I think you're bluffing."
Kusanagi quickly moved next to Sakura. "Momiji don't listen to her," he pleaded. "She's just--"
"And why would I listen to you? You betrayed me, Kusanagi! I can't trust you anymore!" Momiji rapidly raised her hand and slapped his cheek. Her hand stung probably just as much his cheek did when they made contact. She couldn't help herself from doing it. She was so mad at him that she had to do something, if she didn't she would explode.
She felt terrible about slapping his cheek, but she knew that he deserved it. He deserved all the pain in the world for all the grief he has caused her. Maybe even more.
Sakura let out a disgusted sound and quickly rubbed Kusanagi's cheek. "Why did you slap him, Momiji?" She looked at her. "That was way out of line."
Momiji smiled, hiding her sorrow. "I know, Sakura. I should have slapped you instead." She took one last look and walked away.
Okay, Momiji, don't cry, at least not until you're out of sight.
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What have I done now? I deceived Momiji and she found out in the worst way. If I could, I would take it all back. I really would. Sakura isn't even half the woman Momiji is. But why didn't I see that when I permitted Sakura to kiss and come on to me? I'm a blind fool…
Sakura tossed her hair over her shoulder and turned her head to look at Kusanagi. "Looks like we got rid of her," she giggled. She reached up and playfully squeezed his arm. "Looks like it's just me and you, Kusanagi."
Normally, he isn't the one to cry a trail of tears and beat himself up about making the biggest mistake. However all the pain inside of him is causing him to become a gushing river. Of course he won't let himself cry in front of Sakura, since a guy does have a pride to keep, but the minute she leaves, he'll open the gates and let the tears flow.
Kusanagi wrestled his arm from her grasp and moved away from her. "Momiji is upset and it's all your fault!" he proclaimed. "You kissed me."
Her face turned red in anger. "What do you mean it's my fault?! You're the one who let me kiss you first! And you didn't have to kiss back, but you did!" she exclaimed, waving her finger in his face. "Plus, you seemed to enjoy it by the moans you made."
He shrugged his shoulders. He knew she was right, but he wouldn't admit that. He didn't want to give her a bigger head. He didn't like that she was right, but there was nothing he could do about it, besides weep.
"Sakura, this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't auditioned for a minor play like this," he replied. "Why would you want to act in a play when you could act in a movie?"
She glared at him. "Don't worry about it, however I should ask you the same question."
Kusanagi put his head down in shame and turned away. He couldn't tell her the real truth. It was too hard for him to endure, plus Sakura isn't exactly the person he would want to confide in. It would be like telling a cook his cooking sucks, too risky. So he'd rather keep it to himself and away from others slapstick comments and humiliation.
Sakura rolled her eyes. She looked irritated and just plain angry. "So, Kusanagi," she said, "are you going to date me or what?"
He lifted his brows. "Are you mad?" he said as if it was obvious that he hated her at that moment. "No. I don't want to date you, Sakura."
He was surprised that those words came out of his mouth. He honestly didn't think he could say that to her. It would be hard for any man to say that to her and actually mean it. She's like a goddess, with her flawless body and alluring eyes. The only thing that's wrong with her is her high and mighty personality. She's just not the girl he'd want to go out with. The only girl that's right for him is… Momiji. But now she hates him. She has a right to, though. Anybody would.
Sakura's mouth dropped. She has never been turned down before. She never thought the day would come when this happens. "You don't know what you're missing," she said, and stormed out of his dressing room.
"Yes, I do," he said to himself, thinking of Momiji. "I'm missing Momiji."
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"Okay, Momiji," Director Sugishita said. "It's your turn."
Momiji sucked in her breath and walked onto the stage. She put the images of Kusanagi kissing Sakura to the back of her head and only focused on her rehearsing her lines.
She opened her mouth and let the words fly out. She put so much emotion into her words that even she was impressed by herself. She didn't think she could do so well just saying words that she had to memorize. She knew why she was acting so well, too. Her sorrowful feelings were making her dramatic, which helped for the sad part she was practicing. She never thought her heartache would help her with anything until now. She didn't know if she should be happy about it or be sad.
Once she finished, she bowed and walked off the stage. She could hear clapping as she walked. That was when she knew she was appreciated. It made her feel a little better knowing no matter what some one out there still knows how good of a person she really is, even though the one person she truly loved doesn't.
"Momiji!" Kome exclaimed, giving her a pat on the back. "That was great!"
She blushed. "Thanks, Kome. Really. It means a lot to me."
Sugishita's voice then said, "Next up…Kome!"
Momiji quickly turned to the shocked Kome. "Does he mean you?"
Kome shrugged her shoulders. "I--I don't know."
After a few moments of confusion, Sugishita appeared backstage. He walked toward Momiji and Kome. "Kome! There you are!"
Kome backed away behind Momiji. She whispered in her ear, "Keep that psycho away from me. He tried to come on to me after you left me alone with him."
Momiji laughed loudly. She was amused by the fact that of all people, Kome needed asylum from a guy. It wasn't something that happens everyday. So she thought since Kome needs to lighten up, she moved away from her and said, "Director Sugishita, Kome would be glad to come on stage now."
"I would?" Kome asked, perplexed.
Momiji nodded. "Yes, you would."
Sugishita put on a pleased look. He reached out for Kome's hand and led her to the stage. "You'll do fine, Kome. I just know it."
Momiji smiled as she watched Kome being forced onto the stage. She knew that she was probably going to be shot at, but seeing this it made it worth it.
After changing her clothes, Momiji headed for the exit of the theater. She went outside and began to walk down the sidewalk. The night air was cool and smelled of warm food being cooked. It made her hungry just by smelling it. Her hunger made her think about the day she shared a cucumber-free salad with Kusanagi. And that thought brought the tears. She disliked knowing that they would never share anything ever again. Not even a simple hello…
"No matter what," she said to herself, wiping her tears away. "I have to get through this and do what I have to do… No matter what!"
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