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Faith: Hrm. Number three. I'm just churning these out today. Yaoi.
Drabble Number Three – MomijiXHatori – 298
Supressed Memories
Ever since I was a child, I've been called upon to use my talent: supressing memories. From my friends, to parents, to family, to the friends of the young jyuunishi…I was the maid called to clean up the mess. I've seen so many horrible things…heard so many terrible things said about people I love… especially a certain long-eared member of the jyuunishi."Do you have any regrets?"
How could I have known that the boy was listening behind the door to everything his mother had said?
All those horrible things…
Yet, after all these years, I have never once seen him cry about the situation with his mother, his lost family…
"Ha'ri-san, I'm back from school and Tohru-kun is with me! She says she's feeling a little warm and I think she has a fever…Kyo-kun would've come but he had to go help Kazuma-san with the dojo, Yuki-kun had student council…well, here you go, Tohru-kun, Ha'ri-san is sure to take real good care of you!" A whirl of blond and blue and the boy was gone, leaving me blinking and a flustered Honda-san standing in the doorway of my office.
"Well," I started, breaking the silence, "he certainly has a lot of energy…" and I motioned her in. I placed my glasses on my nose and got up from the chair, walking over to the girl. "You feel warm?" Honda-san nodded. I bustled about the office, trying not to think of Momiji and how his eyes would light up when he saw me-
"Hatori-san?" I glanced up from the paperwork I had started for her.
"Yes?" I answered, looking over at her from over my glasses.
"You know…" she started, picking at her skirt, "Momiji-kun…he really…looks up to you…he really loves you, Hatori-san." Speechless, I just smiled.
A/N: Okay, I could NOT get an ending for this stupid drabble. It was annoying me to no end. Deal with it. Hmph.