This isn't one of the prompts given, but rather a small epilogue to the fic done for the previous challenge. (#01 - Frantic)

Rating: G

Sighing contently, as the blonde haired boy lay on his bed his wide brown eyes trained on the plushie in his arms.

A yellow satin rabbit, with floppy ears (brown tipped, for character) with a rather lonely look to it. It kind of mirrored what the boy, holding it felt.

"Takashi…" the name slipped out of the boy's mouth, as he held the plush above him in such a way that he could admire the fine craftsmanship gone into the toy.

This boy was Momiji Sohma, and he had undoubtedly been hit with the spells of cupid. Suffering massively from a crush he had on a boy, who he had met last weekend at the mall.

The bunny in his arms was the only reminder of that boy. And Momiji treasured it dearly.

"It's been a whole week, Mori and no phone call at all" whined the 16 year old to his stuffed friend. (Who he decided to name Mori when he got home – his crush's nickname as he found out)

Beady black eyes stared back at the boy silently, who sighed again rolling onto his side, bunny tucked close to his chest.

No one but Hatori knew about his Saturday escapade, mainly because Momiji didn't want anyone to know. (Which the dragon could understand quite well) for the first time in his life, Momiji had a secret that no one knew, and he wanted to keep it that way.

Of course, being cooped up in your room like a lovesick fool wasn't helping the matter (as he knew Hatsuharu was starting to get worried) but he couldn't help it. He was in love. (Or so he thought at least)

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A knock on the door alerted the blonde and before he could reply the door slid open, Ayame Sohma – fashion designer extraordinaire, stepping into the light fed through the window.

"Momiji-chan!" cried the silver haired snake with a sly smile; his arms were hidden behind his back, the said boy missing the scheming look on his older cousin's face

"Hiya Aya-nii" greeted Momiji childishly as he scouted over so the man could sit on the edge of his bed

"I heard you've been a little sad lately and I was concerned" spoke Ayame, the picture of concern and Momiji blinked.

Ayame concerned? About him no less… well I guess there's a first for everything?

"I'm fine really –"

"Oh nonsense" cut in the man leaving no room for Momiji to speak, and before the blonde could say anything else something soft and squishy was pushed into his arms

Looking down in surprise, Momiji could see the familiar face of his best friend staring at him in delight

"Tama-chan" whispered Momiji running his fingers over the fixed toy's body.

Ayame cooed in delight, "Aren't you absolutely overjoyed?!"

Momiji could only continue to stare, entranced with the turtle plush in his lap

"Well I'll be going now – feel better Momiji-chan now that Aya-nii has saved the day!" chirped the snake, jubilant as usual before he waltzed out of the rabbit's room.

Drawn out of his stupor when the door shut, Momiji set the plush down beside Mori. Somehow he didn't feel the same connection as he did when he was a child

"I'm sorry Tama-chan" whispered the boy sadly; Tama-chan would have nodded knowingly at him, if he could.

Reaching forward, Momiji picked up the yellow rabbit cradling him to his chest.

(Fin)