Peach Scented

By: The Dictator

Disclaimer: Not making a profit.

The light was beyond her sight. All Momo knew was that it was sunlight pouring in through the parasol. It was fun to look at but it made her dizzy.

A hand touched her cheek and twisted her face to the right, warm lips touched her own. Soft lips that fitted her beautifully. Such a sweet kiss.

Momo let the parasol drop to the ground, the sun hitting her bare flesh, blanketing her from any harm anyone could have afflicted. Instead, she concentrated on those lips that caressed not only her flesh but caressed and healed her soul. Kiley.

Her dark eyes opened as she parted so see her sweet Kiley. He smiled at her. Lips longing for hers again. Eyes held her captive, he was beautiful. There noses touched.

She opened her mouth to speak but his silky fingertips halted her words.

"Shh...You don't have to speak" He whispers with his mind, his mouth unmoving and leaning in for another kiss.

She felt dream logic take over as her mouth broke away from him again.

"What do you mean?...I have to tell you something. I Lo-"She gasped and pushed herself away.

Kiley's face was distorted by pain. Swaying and warped in only ways television could do. Changing. Vanishing from her.

Instead, Toji's face came.

"If you love him you should let him go!" He shouted at her. Stomping angrily toward her.

She shook her head, tears fell directly from her eyes to the ground without streaming down her cheeks.

"What if he doesn't come back?!" She sobbed. The ground suddenly becomes a mirror, showing her, her face, distorted with pain. She hadn't seen her reflection in so long. She looked old. She looked like she was dying.

"No, you're not dying! He's dying!" Toji yelled, coming closer.

"No! He's alive!" She sobbed. Backing herself into a corner that appeared as suddenly as the mirrored floor.

Toji leans down, his face hardened, his eyes blazing.

"That's not life! You're torturing him!" He yells. Taking her shoulders and shaking them.

Shaking her until her skull rattled with the thoughts of her dreams. Rattling as she woke up to her mother gently shaking her.

Momo looked up at her mother, tears dwelled in the older woman's eyes.

"You were sobbing" Her mother said.

Momo reached up to wipe the tears that gave her away.

"I dream about it a lot."

"It's good to have memories."

"No...Not about him...About the decision" Momo whispered, tears betraying her yet again.

"Oh sweetheart" Momo's mother sat on the edge of the bed and held her tiny child in her arms. Much too young to have this thrust upon her. The world has become so hard. Was always so hard. How can they expect a mother to shield this from her baby. Was she even suppose to shield. Will this break or make her child? And if it did make that what would her child be like? Stronger? Harder? What was a mother to do?

"I just want him to be with me mom...Just be with me." Momo said as she choked on a sob and a breath that tried to have a race out of her throat.

"Well Momo...In a way, he'll always b-"

"Don't give me that b-"She started then stopped. She sniffed and looked at the blinds. Not wanting to say something rude to her mother.

After a few moments, Momo's mother left. Shoulders a little more slumped than before.

Momo lay curled on her bed. Her eyes squeezed tightly to try and force the tears back inside. Her throat constricted, a sob aching to break through. She forced that down, placed it into a jar and promised to use it later.

Her fingers shakily touched the telephone at the night table beside her bed. Her slender fingers wrapped themselves loosely around the midsection of the phone and pulled it up from its rest.

Fingers touching buttons she didn't know she knew. Couldn't remember why she knew. The memory seemed as if it were in another life.

Toji's voice sounded on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Toji..." Momo whispered. Feeling the tears again.

"Momo?" Toji asked, knowing already who it was.

Hearing his voice brought back words he said to her. Words that made tears spring from her eyes. Words that his dream image said to her. With that same voice. With that very same voice.

She wanted to hang up. She couldn't stand it anymore.

"Momo, are you alright?" He asked, worried. The worry Kiley would do.

"No, I'm not alright!" She tried to yell but her voice gave out. Her mouth thick with hurt.

"He's going to be okay Toji! I just know it!" Then she hung up. Slamming the phone back on it's receiver.

She just wanted to tell him that. Just tell him that he was wrong and that was that. Even the thought of her doing what they wanted her to do was ridiculous. She loved Kiley, she would never do that to him.

For a moment he couldn't feel anything anymore. He thought he was dead. No, he wasn't. He could feel her, His Momo. He was tired now. So tired. The light he knew to be the light that lead to Momo was teasing him. Moving from one direction to another. Moving farther than he remembered it to be. He knew he was getting closer though because he could feel her presence. He wanted to lay down to sleep but he was afraid that the door would disappear. He must remain active. He will get to her and everything would be alright. He just wanted his sweet Momo.