There was a loud bang. A puff of smoke and glitter drifted over them. At Honey's feet lay a disheveled sailor suit, a white hat, and a pale rabbit. Honey's eyes widened. The noise around him faded to a dull buzz in the back of his head. Mama Buggy was crawling around on all fours and muttering about a contact that had fallen out. Passersby murmured amongst themselves.

"Did someone set off a firecracker?"

"Isn't that stunt kind of risky in a crowd?"

Honey wasn't sure what was going on but he knew he wasn't going to get any answers here. He snatched up the fallen clothes and shoved them in his shopping bag. He cradled the bunny gently in the crook of his arm, taking special care to support its feet. While the clown was still distracted by her optical emergency they beat a hasty retreat.

On the other side of the street Honey knelt behind a large trashcan. He placed the rabbit on his lap and it looked up at him. Feeling more than a little crazy he addressed the creature.

"Momiji?"

"Hi." The little voice came out of the animal's mouth. Honey's heart did a backflip. Wow! He had a million questions and didn't know which one to ask first.

"What's going on? What was that? Are you ok?"

"I can explain everything." Momiji seemed disoriented and more than a little stressed out. Transforming in public was not good. Luckily no one seemed to have noticed except Honey. Even that scenario presented problems. As well as they got along and as grateful as Momoiji was to Honey for helping him he was still outside the Sohma family. Would his memory have to be erased? Momiji hated that idea. He didn't want anyone else to forget him. It was a horrible process. He thought of Yuki, Hatori, Mama…

Right now he had other more pressing matters. Honey is a boy so before long Momiji would change back and when he did, he would be naked.

"I need you to get me someplace private. I don't have much time."

"Right." Honey didn't understand any of this but he knew from Momiji's tone that this was urgent. For now, he'd just have to go with the flow. Thinking on his feet, he scouted the area. Up ahead he saw a promising attraction. It fit the qualifications and it was closest. The banner read "Tunnel of Love." Honey got to his feet and held Momiji close to his chest. To avoid being conspicuous he whispered out of the side of his mouth, moving his lips as little as humanly possible. "Be very quiet and still." Momiji almost nodded then he remembered the "still" part.

Honey walked swiftly without running. The line for this one was short so that was good. With each step he prayed he wasn't running out of time. At the front of the line a bored college student sat at the controls. She was only half paying attention to what she was doing. Her name tag stated "Hi, I'm Sam!" The happy-go-lucky bubble letters juxtaposed the unimpressed look on her face. She had a manga open in front of her. The cover depicted a high school boy covered in blue flames. She barely stopped reading when Honey made it to the front. She gestured to a small swan shaped boat in a narrow canal of water that was murky on a good day. Honey smiled cheerfully.

"Thank you!"

"Mhmmm" she mumbled in reply. Honey climbed over the small step and sat down on the plastic bench. He held his bag under his arm and placed Momiji down beside him. He still hadn't moved a muscle. It must have taken every shred of his self-restraint.

Once they were situated, Sam hit a large green button in front of her. Unseen machinery below the water dragged their vessel forward, under the overhang and into the dark. Honey looked around. It was decorated to resemble the inside of a cave. Anything more than a quick glance would reveal how cheap of a sham it was. The rocks were artificial. The paint on the stalactites was chipping and the music they piped in couldn't be cornier if they tried.

Before long there was a secondary explosion. Honey shielded his face from it. When he opened them Momiji was there in human form, exposed. Honey quickly closed his eyes again and shoved the bag towards Momiji. He wanted to give him as much privacy as he could.

"Thank you," Momiji went about dressing himself. "and thank you for not panicking. Most people would be really scared if they saw something like that. You must be another special one like Tohru."

"I still don't know what I saw." Honey replied in earnest. Momiji chewed the side of his thumb, conflicted. He finally turned to face Honey.

"You have to swear you will keep this a secret. Pinky promise. I don't want them to make you forget," He pleaded, hoping with all of his power that he had been right about this boy.

"I promise." Honey was unfaltering. They formed the scared bond. Momiji took a deep breath and slumped in his seat and folded his hands in his lap.

"Well it's called the curse of the zodiac."

A few boats back Haruhi looked around with more than a little concern.

"Tamaki-senpai? Did you hear that?"

"It must be the sweet sound of you falling for me. I know this intimate yet unsanitary ambiance is exactly what commoners require to conjure up confessions of love."

"I'm serious," Haruhi pressed on unamused "I really hope there's nothing wrong with the ride. This is already eating up time. The last thing I need is to get stuck in here with you." Tamaki's face darkened. There was practically a cloud of devastation around him. He pulled himself into a ball shape.

Why did she say it in that tone?

Haruhi ignored him and looked down at her phone. There was still no reply from him. Calling again wouldn't make a difference. His ringer must be turned off or something. She made a chart of the park in her mind as Tamaki re-inflated beside her.

"Naturally you would be nervous being in such close quarters with someone as awe invoking as myself. Sometimes too much perfection can overwhelm an onlooker and…"

Haruhi pinched the bridge of her nose and started counting to ten as Tamaki carried on. It honestly didn't matter to him if people were genuinely listening or not.

"I see." Honey stated simply. He had been listening intently. Normally he would give something along these lines as much credibility as the Nekozawa family curse. In this case he had no choice but to believe. He had seen it happen before his very eyes. There was no denying it. He was truthfully at a loss for words. Momiji was watching him carefully for a glimpse of a reaction. Not seeing or hearing anything, he did the only thing could and began gently crying.

"I really hope you're able to accept me. Not everyone can. My mother…" he paused. "She wasn't quite able to cope. Her knowledge of me had to be wiped just so she could get through the day again. Don't get me wrong. I love my mother. I would never want her to be a position that caused her pain. I only wish that somehow I hadn't been one of the things that hurt her heart." Honey's breath caught in his chest. Neither of them had said anything about their families. Honey had just assumed from Momiji's demeanor that his situation was a happy one. He never would have guessed. Momiji started to reach for Honey's hand but thought better of it. "I treasure all of my memories and I will treasure the few memories I've shared with you today. I hope you're able to hold on to them too."

Momiji gasped as Honey wrapped his arms around him. No words were spoken. They simply floated along and held each other close. As the light at the end of tunnel came into view, Honey wiped Momiji's tears.

"I will always remember."