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~~~~~~~ (The past. Momiji at age three)
Playing in the sandbox behind his mothers and fathers house was all to normal for Momiji. He couldn't go inside when his Mama was home because she would go ballistic, Momiji at this age didn't understand it all that much, all he understood is that he was a horrible thing. A horrible thing by what his Mama said. And whenever he tried to hug a girl Papa would pull him away. Momiji didn't understand anything besides that he would turn into an animal. The three year old wasn't sure why but things were the way they were. He couldn't help it. Atleast that's what Papa said.
When Momiji accidentally dug to deep his plastic shovel got stuck in the ground underneath the sand. He used all of his three-year-old strength to pull that plastic shovel out of it, and when he succeeded, it flung right back and hit him in the right cheek. Leaving a little red mark. He started crying from the sudden pain. More of shock actually. In a flash, he stood up and ran into the house, he wanted to be with his Papa so he could kiss and make it feeling better. But Momiji had forgotten about the rule about not going into the house when Mama was home. That was one of the biggest mistakes of his life. Now Momiji just guessed it was his fault but she didn't have to...
His Papa had left to go get lunch, it was a huge empty house. Momiji made his way into the living room where his Mama laid on the couch. Tears still streamed down his face. He didn't care about who did it was he just wanted to be held. He started running towards his Mama.
(Mamaaaaa! I wewy have an owie!) he squealed, his voice choking on salty tears that fell down his face. The young bunny reached for her but she screamed. Momiji recoiled by sitting on his bottom. Still crying hysterically. (Mama!)
Her eyes grew big. Fright filled her eyes as she sat up suddenly. (You get away from me! And stop calling me 'Mama'! I'm not your mother!!)
(Mama!)
(I told you, I'm not your mother, you may have came out of me, but will you ever be my son. You thing!) she snapped back. Tears flowed for both of them. (Get away)
(But I want you to howd me) he cried.
(No!) screamed his mother.
(I dot an owie!) Momiji replied. All he wanted was someone to hold him. Or for him to hold them.
(Leave me alone you brat!) she yelled, raising her hand as he tried to grab her arm to hug. (LEAVE ME ALONE!!!)
Not only did the scream echo through the house, the slap that came afterwards knocked Momiji to the floor, then the sound of bags and things dropping to the floor finished it. The scene was Momiji laying on the ground, crying hysterically, holding his right cheek that burned. It turned the color light purple with a bit of red. His father was in shock. Not for her slapping him...but...
(M-Momiji? What are doing in here?!) he shouted at his.
(Papa! I-I dot an owie! I wanted y-y-you but *sniff* you weren't home!) Momiji said, trying to stop crying. He ran to his Papa only to be pushed right back to the ground. His eyes shined in fear. (P-Papa! I dot an owie! I dot an owieeeee!)
(You know not to come in here! Momiji....) he growled. He didn't realize that he was shouting but he was angry as anyone could be. (You can't be in here! You know that! I can't believe that you would disobey me, and then come in here, you know that you're mother can't stand you! Now get back outside before I get more angry! I'll deal with your punishment later.)
(Papa!) he pleaded.
He replied (Don't make me drag you out there.)
(But-)
(Out now!!)
(I-I-I-I....I hate you!) shouted Momiji, running back outside.
(And stay out there you brat!) his father yelled back.
He really didn't mean it. He didn't mean it. No. It was just up in the moment. He cried outside with noyone there to comfort him.
~~~~~~ (To the present in Momiji's house)
Momiji sat in his room on his bed. Looking at the wooden floor not sure what he was going to do. It was only six, he was tired from being tired, but couldn't go to sleep. Nightmares still plagued his dreams like it was a strange disease. The young boy swung his feet in boredom. Yeah....the past wasn't that good. None of the Zodiac members had a good past. But he had to look to the future. They all did for that matter. Because if they just concentrated on the past they would never get anywhere, or atleast that is what Tohru said, and Momiji put his trust into whatever his friend said or did. He sighed heavily. Tohru. He really wanted to hug her too whenever he was sad but he would change. Change into this supposedly horrible beast that he would turn into.
"I just can't feel better. No matter what I do...." he sobbed out. Small tears fell down to his shorts, and falling upon his hands. "But I don't want to worry Tohru. Or the others. It's kind of them to worry but...but...I can't feel better. No matter what I do! What's wrong with me? Why can't I get the past out of my head?"
A knock was heard on his door. Who could that be?
"Who is it?" asked Momiji, wiping the tears away.
Hatsuharu replied "It's me! And Hatori too!"
"Hari? Haru? What's wrong?" asked Momiji as he opened the door. They just came in and stood, watching Momiji. His cheeks were rosy from crying and he looked pale too. "Is something wrong with Tohru?! Is she okay? Is she?"
"This isn't about her. This is about you," the doctor put it bluntly. He looked dead serious. "You don't look good. Are you feeling okay? Do you need me to take a look at you?"
Momiji replied "I'm fine!"
"Not from what I can see you aren't," Haru replied. "There's something bothering you and we know it. Can't you tell us? We're family. You can say whatever you want to us!"
The young one shook his head. He wasn't going to tell. This would all go away soon enough so there wasn't really that good of a reason to bring it up. In Momiji's eyes it wasn't. But to the others they just couldn't let that go. They wanted to know.
"Nope! I'm fine! I'm a little sleepy but other than that I'm okay," Momiji Sohma said, nodding. He smiled gleefully hoping that they would leave soon. "Totally, absolutely, totally, fabulous about everything there is to be happy about! So you can stop worrying about me. Alright?"
"I don't believe you," Hatori replied.
Momiji slumped his head. "I sort of guessed that."
"Just sit there and let's see if you have a temperature. Open your mouth."
"Mmmm..." whined the blonde.
Hatori ordered coldly, "Don't whine."
"Geesh, Hatori, lighten up," said Haru with a 'hmph in his voice.
The doctor took out a thermometer and stuck it under Momiji's tongue. They three sat there for about a minute or so until it beeped because it was finished.
(I can't believe that I have to get my temperature taken all because I don't want to say anything. Not that I have a temperature anyway) Momiji thought to himself as Hatori took out the thermometer. He looked at bit sad in the face. "What's wrong?" Momiji asked.
"You do have a temperature. But only a small one hundred one so we should treat it before you do it get sick," he replied. Hatori took out a small (about the size of a floppy disk) frozen bag. "Lay down." Momiji did as he was told. His brown eyes watched as the doctor lay the cold bag upon his heated forehead. Somehow, it made Momiji feel better already. "There."
"Thanks," Momiji said.
"Just get better Momiji. And I hope that whatever is bothering you, you can find the strength to beat it, and I know that you already know that everyone is here for you."
"Thank you Hari. You too Haru. Ummm....I'm guessing to get a lot of sleep is what I'm supposed to do?"
"Yes," Hatori replied.
Haru asked, bending down near Momiji's face, "You want me to stay here with you or something? Just in case you do get sick and need help of course."
"No. That's alright. I can manage on my own, thank you anyway!"
"Alright. But if you need anything just call me," said Hatsuharu. The ox ruffled the blonde's hair softly. Momiji nodded as Hatori said the same.
As they left, Momiji realized that all his life, he had wanted a mother that would do the same for him. Mama. Now his mind was stuck on her again. And he knew that he wouldn't be able to go to sleep tonight no matter what he did! He just hoped that he could go to sleep....without nightmares....
~~~~~~~~~~~ The next day....
The night had went on and Momiji didn't have one nightmare about the past. He opened his weak eyes, seeing spots, he really hadn't gotten to sleep until one o' clock in the morning. Momiji had just laid there with the worrying so much that he was going to have a nightmare about Mama. Getting no sleep was making him sick. Momiji sat up, the now melted bag slipped off of his head onto his lap, and he shook his head slowly. Upon opening his eyes again he still saw spots. Yellow, green, purple. You name the color it was there.
Momiji knew that he had to call Hatori. The phone was only out in the hallway. He could atleast walk that far. When the blond tried to stand up he fell to his knees, his face looking down to the wooden floor, the young one just stayed that way for a moment. That's when he felt somewhat of a thing that felt like a hand on his shoulder. He looked up.
There was Mama. In a white night gown, smiling down on him, her long blonde hair flowing down her back. It was like an angel or something! But it was his Mama. The spots then disappeared but the weakness in his whole body still remained. In shock, Momiji slid back and sat on his butt, looking up at the figure. Upon noticing that it was see through he knew this had to be a hallucination. Mama wouldn't come here. She wouldn't dare. As much as Momiji wanted it to be his mom he couldn't fool himself any longer, he tried to move away but that one hand stayed on his shoulder for a couple minutes. What in the heck was she doing?
Tears filled his eyes. Momiji had to leave or he would have a nervous breakdown. He shouted "Mama! Let me go! I gotta' call Hari! I said to let me go!"
Her hand didn't come off, she just pointed with her other arm to Momiji's left. Then he saw why she had made him stay there.
"Y-Y-You protected me? Why? I thought that you hated me."
She shook her head.
"Come on, say something! Say something!" Momiji urged on. Tears still went down his face, sobbing his words out. He wanted her to say it, not just shake her head in disagreement. "Mama! Stay!"
Staying quiet, the see through one just let her hand come off, and she slipped away into the air. Momiji know did understand why she had made him stay down as he looked at what had slithered in front of him. It was trying to get out and was by the wall, vertically right where Momiji would have stepped next. A venomous snake had slipped in front of him. If he had kept going...
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~~~~~~~ (The past. Momiji at age three)
Playing in the sandbox behind his mothers and fathers house was all to normal for Momiji. He couldn't go inside when his Mama was home because she would go ballistic, Momiji at this age didn't understand it all that much, all he understood is that he was a horrible thing. A horrible thing by what his Mama said. And whenever he tried to hug a girl Papa would pull him away. Momiji didn't understand anything besides that he would turn into an animal. The three year old wasn't sure why but things were the way they were. He couldn't help it. Atleast that's what Papa said.
When Momiji accidentally dug to deep his plastic shovel got stuck in the ground underneath the sand. He used all of his three-year-old strength to pull that plastic shovel out of it, and when he succeeded, it flung right back and hit him in the right cheek. Leaving a little red mark. He started crying from the sudden pain. More of shock actually. In a flash, he stood up and ran into the house, he wanted to be with his Papa so he could kiss and make it feeling better. But Momiji had forgotten about the rule about not going into the house when Mama was home. That was one of the biggest mistakes of his life. Now Momiji just guessed it was his fault but she didn't have to...
His Papa had left to go get lunch, it was a huge empty house. Momiji made his way into the living room where his Mama laid on the couch. Tears still streamed down his face. He didn't care about who did it was he just wanted to be held. He started running towards his Mama.
(Mamaaaaa! I wewy have an owie!) he squealed, his voice choking on salty tears that fell down his face. The young bunny reached for her but she screamed. Momiji recoiled by sitting on his bottom. Still crying hysterically. (Mama!)
Her eyes grew big. Fright filled her eyes as she sat up suddenly. (You get away from me! And stop calling me 'Mama'! I'm not your mother!!)
(Mama!)
(I told you, I'm not your mother, you may have came out of me, but will you ever be my son. You thing!) she snapped back. Tears flowed for both of them. (Get away)
(But I want you to howd me) he cried.
(No!) screamed his mother.
(I dot an owie!) Momiji replied. All he wanted was someone to hold him. Or for him to hold them.
(Leave me alone you brat!) she yelled, raising her hand as he tried to grab her arm to hug. (LEAVE ME ALONE!!!)
Not only did the scream echo through the house, the slap that came afterwards knocked Momiji to the floor, then the sound of bags and things dropping to the floor finished it. The scene was Momiji laying on the ground, crying hysterically, holding his right cheek that burned. It turned the color light purple with a bit of red. His father was in shock. Not for her slapping him...but...
(M-Momiji? What are doing in here?!) he shouted at his.
(Papa! I-I dot an owie! I wanted y-y-you but *sniff* you weren't home!) Momiji said, trying to stop crying. He ran to his Papa only to be pushed right back to the ground. His eyes shined in fear. (P-Papa! I dot an owie! I dot an owieeeee!)
(You know not to come in here! Momiji....) he growled. He didn't realize that he was shouting but he was angry as anyone could be. (You can't be in here! You know that! I can't believe that you would disobey me, and then come in here, you know that you're mother can't stand you! Now get back outside before I get more angry! I'll deal with your punishment later.)
(Papa!) he pleaded.
He replied (Don't make me drag you out there.)
(But-)
(Out now!!)
(I-I-I-I....I hate you!) shouted Momiji, running back outside.
(And stay out there you brat!) his father yelled back.
He really didn't mean it. He didn't mean it. No. It was just up in the moment. He cried outside with noyone there to comfort him.
~~~~~~ (To the present in Momiji's house)
Momiji sat in his room on his bed. Looking at the wooden floor not sure what he was going to do. It was only six, he was tired from being tired, but couldn't go to sleep. Nightmares still plagued his dreams like it was a strange disease. The young boy swung his feet in boredom. Yeah....the past wasn't that good. None of the Zodiac members had a good past. But he had to look to the future. They all did for that matter. Because if they just concentrated on the past they would never get anywhere, or atleast that is what Tohru said, and Momiji put his trust into whatever his friend said or did. He sighed heavily. Tohru. He really wanted to hug her too whenever he was sad but he would change. Change into this supposedly horrible beast that he would turn into.
"I just can't feel better. No matter what I do...." he sobbed out. Small tears fell down to his shorts, and falling upon his hands. "But I don't want to worry Tohru. Or the others. It's kind of them to worry but...but...I can't feel better. No matter what I do! What's wrong with me? Why can't I get the past out of my head?"
A knock was heard on his door. Who could that be?
"Who is it?" asked Momiji, wiping the tears away.
Hatsuharu replied "It's me! And Hatori too!"
"Hari? Haru? What's wrong?" asked Momiji as he opened the door. They just came in and stood, watching Momiji. His cheeks were rosy from crying and he looked pale too. "Is something wrong with Tohru?! Is she okay? Is she?"
"This isn't about her. This is about you," the doctor put it bluntly. He looked dead serious. "You don't look good. Are you feeling okay? Do you need me to take a look at you?"
Momiji replied "I'm fine!"
"Not from what I can see you aren't," Haru replied. "There's something bothering you and we know it. Can't you tell us? We're family. You can say whatever you want to us!"
The young one shook his head. He wasn't going to tell. This would all go away soon enough so there wasn't really that good of a reason to bring it up. In Momiji's eyes it wasn't. But to the others they just couldn't let that go. They wanted to know.
"Nope! I'm fine! I'm a little sleepy but other than that I'm okay," Momiji Sohma said, nodding. He smiled gleefully hoping that they would leave soon. "Totally, absolutely, totally, fabulous about everything there is to be happy about! So you can stop worrying about me. Alright?"
"I don't believe you," Hatori replied.
Momiji slumped his head. "I sort of guessed that."
"Just sit there and let's see if you have a temperature. Open your mouth."
"Mmmm..." whined the blonde.
Hatori ordered coldly, "Don't whine."
"Geesh, Hatori, lighten up," said Haru with a 'hmph in his voice.
The doctor took out a thermometer and stuck it under Momiji's tongue. They three sat there for about a minute or so until it beeped because it was finished.
(I can't believe that I have to get my temperature taken all because I don't want to say anything. Not that I have a temperature anyway) Momiji thought to himself as Hatori took out the thermometer. He looked at bit sad in the face. "What's wrong?" Momiji asked.
"You do have a temperature. But only a small one hundred one so we should treat it before you do it get sick," he replied. Hatori took out a small (about the size of a floppy disk) frozen bag. "Lay down." Momiji did as he was told. His brown eyes watched as the doctor lay the cold bag upon his heated forehead. Somehow, it made Momiji feel better already. "There."
"Thanks," Momiji said.
"Just get better Momiji. And I hope that whatever is bothering you, you can find the strength to beat it, and I know that you already know that everyone is here for you."
"Thank you Hari. You too Haru. Ummm....I'm guessing to get a lot of sleep is what I'm supposed to do?"
"Yes," Hatori replied.
Haru asked, bending down near Momiji's face, "You want me to stay here with you or something? Just in case you do get sick and need help of course."
"No. That's alright. I can manage on my own, thank you anyway!"
"Alright. But if you need anything just call me," said Hatsuharu. The ox ruffled the blonde's hair softly. Momiji nodded as Hatori said the same.
As they left, Momiji realized that all his life, he had wanted a mother that would do the same for him. Mama. Now his mind was stuck on her again. And he knew that he wouldn't be able to go to sleep tonight no matter what he did! He just hoped that he could go to sleep....without nightmares....
~~~~~~~~~~~ The next day....
The night had went on and Momiji didn't have one nightmare about the past. He opened his weak eyes, seeing spots, he really hadn't gotten to sleep until one o' clock in the morning. Momiji had just laid there with the worrying so much that he was going to have a nightmare about Mama. Getting no sleep was making him sick. Momiji sat up, the now melted bag slipped off of his head onto his lap, and he shook his head slowly. Upon opening his eyes again he still saw spots. Yellow, green, purple. You name the color it was there.
Momiji knew that he had to call Hatori. The phone was only out in the hallway. He could atleast walk that far. When the blond tried to stand up he fell to his knees, his face looking down to the wooden floor, the young one just stayed that way for a moment. That's when he felt somewhat of a thing that felt like a hand on his shoulder. He looked up.
There was Mama. In a white night gown, smiling down on him, her long blonde hair flowing down her back. It was like an angel or something! But it was his Mama. The spots then disappeared but the weakness in his whole body still remained. In shock, Momiji slid back and sat on his butt, looking up at the figure. Upon noticing that it was see through he knew this had to be a hallucination. Mama wouldn't come here. She wouldn't dare. As much as Momiji wanted it to be his mom he couldn't fool himself any longer, he tried to move away but that one hand stayed on his shoulder for a couple minutes. What in the heck was she doing?
Tears filled his eyes. Momiji had to leave or he would have a nervous breakdown. He shouted "Mama! Let me go! I gotta' call Hari! I said to let me go!"
Her hand didn't come off, she just pointed with her other arm to Momiji's left. Then he saw why she had made him stay there.
"Y-Y-You protected me? Why? I thought that you hated me."
She shook her head.
"Come on, say something! Say something!" Momiji urged on. Tears still went down his face, sobbing his words out. He wanted her to say it, not just shake her head in disagreement. "Mama! Stay!"
Staying quiet, the see through one just let her hand come off, and she slipped away into the air. Momiji know did understand why she had made him stay down as he looked at what had slithered in front of him. It was trying to get out and was by the wall, vertically right where Momiji would have stepped next. A venomous snake had slipped in front of him. If he had kept going...
~~~~~~~~~
YES! Another chapter, another day. Thank you soooooo much for reading! Every single one of your reviews mean so much to me. Ummm...ja ne for now and don't forget to review.