Ok! Here it is ppl! Well, I didn't change it much, cos I found nothing wrong with this part being in. Just had to add a little here, tweak a little there. So don't be expecting any drastic changes. I got a little confused here and I may have repeated some stuff. Tell me if I did, k?
Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket or any of its characters.

"Konbanwaa, Tohru!"

"Ah! Konbanwa, Momiji-chan!" Replied the girl with a bow as the boy bounced in front of her, cheerful as ever.

'He's grown so much' she thought, as she watched Momiji do a small dance in front of her at being greeted, acting like nothing was wrong. She decided not to question him about that day. It was not recently that Tohru found out about Momiji's past. And Tohru had learnt a long time ago that it was better to leave the Soumas alone when they threatened to break down. Sure, she'd love to comfort them, but she won't force it upon them to spill everything to her. They knew she was always there for them.

She thought back upon the day that the young blonde boy walked into Shigure's home. She was shocked the day Momiji walked in wearing, not his little frilly cute and elaborate clothes, but a casual yet simple long-sleeved V-neck shirt and long pants, something similar to what he was wearing now, just that he was now wearing a dark blue round-neck dark blue three-quarter sleeve sweater today. She had greeted him like a guest until the blond boy had shouted out in his usual bubbly way; "Tohru-chan!" did Tohru then recognize the Souma's bunny.

She hadn't really noticed how much taller he had grown until then. Momiji was now her height, maybe even a little taller by one or two centimetres, and he was still growing. They never really did realize that Momiji had stayed short for so long and just accepted it for how it was. They never saw him growing either, until it was already too late to notice. They also didn't expect him to have a late puberty, and such a fast growing rate.

But Momiji hadn't changed all that much, in terms of personality. He was still as genki (except once in a while like that day), still as eager-to-please. He was always around so much you never real bothered to look at him closely. Now Tohru slightly regretted for not paying more attention to her friend. But what's done is done and all that matters is that Momiji was still here.

Suddenly she noticed that Momiji had stopped singing and dancing in front of her and instead was looking as her questioningly. "Hai?"

"Tohru-san, daijoubu ka? Are you not feeling well?" His voice is much deeper than before too. The pleasantly deep tone still held a childish melody.

They did notice when Momiji's voice cracked, though. Who could forget that one week when it was all too quiet as the usually noisy bunny suddenly had a sore throat so bad he couldn't speak? Anybody could fall for Momiji now.

She turned her attention to the question directed at her. "Oh, no, Momiji-chan. I was just thinking of something."

"Oh, ok." The younger boy said, replacing his slightly concerned features with his usual smile. "I'll go over there and wait till you finish then!" before he hopped off a corner with a few couches placed against the walls. It acted like a waiting area for clients here for business matters in this big office building. Tohru was about to protest but seeing that Momiji had already made himself comfortable on one of the soft couches and was humming to himself merrily, plus it was not the first time Momiji had come to wait for her to finish work, Tohru just willed herself to do well in her job this evening to clean the building till it was sparkly bright.

Determined, Tohru spun around and began clearing the rubbish bin she was about to empty when Momiji had walked up beside her and greeted her. While doing her work, Tohru started to think more about Momiji.

Although Momiji still had parents she felt that his situation was much bigger and sadder than hers herself, she being an orphan with no parents at all. But her parents didn't abandon her. Her parents had loved her till their very end, she was sure of it, even if she didn't even remember her father, but her mother told her so. She had the chance of being loved and having a beautiful family. Momiji didn't. Despite his efforts to love, he didn't receive any back. From his mother no less. She couldn't feel it, but she could understand the pain that Momiji felt when his father told him that his mother won't remember him as her son anymore. And to see her everyday when he came to this building... But she could also understand the need to see one's own mother, despite the pain that she would never recognize you as her own.

Tohru stopped in her tracks and shook her head. She had to stop thinking, she's getting distracted and the two dust bins she just passed without clearing is a clear prove of that. She had to finish her work fast so Momiji didn't have to wait for her too long. So she got on her way...

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Momiji was getting bored. He couldn't help it; he was too active for his own good. And his back was getting painful. He could not lie on it too long. He now had to sleep on his front, too. Thinking about that made he think about how he got those bruises on his back in the first place and he halted his mind from going to that direction.

Standing up, he started to explore the place again. Not like he's never done it before, but there were always new things to see, since the building was always so busy and things were always changing. There was a new adventure everyday. Especially since now Papa has let him see and even talk and play with Mama and Momo-chan. He smiled at the thought of his family. He loved them so much.

After walking around for a few minutes and staring at a bug on the wall for some, Momiji heard familiar voices just around the corner, along with some men's rough commanding and brightened up immediately. He turned the bent to see a row of boxes along the wall of the corridor stacked high one on top of another precariously as some men moved them into an office just opposite. But they were already leaving one by one as it was already in the evening and their work for the day was over.

However, the ones he wanted to see were not the men (God forbid, he only had eyes for Hatsuharu. And they were too old anyway.), but to the females beyond them. At the other end of the corridor a woman with long hazel hair up in a bun and very well dressed was holding the hand of a small girl, no more than six, walking his way.

The small girl looked up and, spotting him, smiled. He smiled back. The girls mother, seeing that her daughter's attention was no longer and her, also looked up to see what the distraction was. The girl then let go of her mother's hand and started to run to the blond boy who she had become so fond of over the years. Momiji was as glad as ever to see his sister and started to walk towards her too.

But then Momiji's senses went on full alert before he even detected the danger and he looked up to see the boxes stacked up too high threatening to fall. The girl's mother saw it at the same time and both people started running towards the small girl who was walking up right beside those boxes. The boxes began to lean and fall.

There was no time to speak, no time to think, no time to breathe. The girl's mother reached the still oblivious girl but her momentum didn't allow her to turn fast enough. Momiji dove for them but it was too late…


I'm still having some trouble with the next part. I know what's supposed to happen, roughly, but I feel like it'll be stupid. Er...so I'm trying to reason it and find a right way of writing it. So...just to tell you, don't expect it to be updated so soon. Gomen!