Never Had a Dream Come True : Momiji/OC (me)

The two stood on a lone dirt road. The blond haired boy was slightly taller than the brunette. The boy had a dreamers brown eyes, eyes that lit up when he was happy, which was most the time, and short, slightly shaggy, very light blond hair. The girl’s eyes were chocolate brown, to match her dark brown, waist length hair. Her eyes looked like they could show all her emotions, from flinty anger to soft love, without the rest of her face showing any emotion. Currently, her eyes showed such regret, though the rest of her face was as emotional as a rock. He looked at her, confused. They were almost comical, just because their styles were so different. He seemed at least a year older than her, but he wore a bunny backpack, a striped shirt, and worn jeans. She wore a tight black Chinese no-sleeve and jeans that were still crisp from ironing.

Everybody's got something they had to leave behind
One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it could be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go

He was first to break the silence. “Kiyo?” He asked.
“I- I’m sorry.” She said, reaching out, as if to touch his shoulder. As if to make sure her blonde angel was real. Before she touched him, though, she turned on her heel and fled. He looked after her, bewildered. He called her name. “Kiyo? Kiyo! KIYO!”
She cried as she ran. She didn’t want to leave him- she had been so happy- but it wasn’t worth it. She was sure any day now he would break her heart, as she had been broken in the past. He was gaining on her. Duh. Quick as a rabbit, remember, Kiyo? She admonished herself. She threw herself sideways, into a ditch, behind a bush. Crouched, she waited until he ran past, still searching for her. “I’m so sorry…” she whispered.

I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be with you

The next few days were a blur. Running, hiding, skipping school. Friends asking where her blonde boyfriend was. Being alienated by other Sohmas. It was lonely- more lonely than she ever felt. More and more, black became a central theme in her small, seemingly worthless exsistence. Her dreams were plagued with rabbits, and blonde haired, hyper boys. She wanted him back so badly… but at the same time didn’t. She felt proud of herself in a weird, twisted way. She was the one to dictate how her life worked this time- no boy had moved away without knowing her, no boy had struck her down. She was the winner. She had not lost. Yet… she had lost herself. The part she had given to him. She thought she would have gotten that back, when she severed herself from him.

Somewhere in my memory
I've lost all sense of time
And tomorrow can never be cos yesterday is all that fills my mind
There's no use looking back or wondering
How it should be now or might have been
Oh this I know but still I can't find ways to let you go

Days passed- maybe weeks. She couldn’t tell anymore. She had stopped answering the door, stopped going to school- the chances of seeing him were too great. The only people let in were maids. That didn’t stop him from sitting outside her house everyday, sitting on her porch, reading, doing his homework, sometimes singing that stupid song he made, because he knew deep in her heart she wanted to hear him. She moved deeper and deeper into the house, trying to avoid windows. Finally she was in a room on the second floor, near the back. This room had a blasted window too, but at least it didn’t open over the porch.

I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my baby
I never found the words to say
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be with you

She lay sideways, listening to the lazy sounds of the outdoors waft in through the window. Soon, his voice joined them again, but this time it wasn’t just the little song he had made. It was a well known song- her favorite lullaby. His voice was perfect, she told herself. The angels would be jealous. She leaned on the window pane, sleep making her less wary and more open to him. He hadn’t given up on her… why hadn’t he given up on her? She had given him many reasons to…

You'll always be the dream that fills my head
Yes you will, say you will, you know you will
Oh baby, you'll always be the one I know I'll never forget
There's no use looking back or wondering
Because love is a strange and funny thing
No matter how I try and try I just can't say goodbye
No no no no

…So many reasons, her mind babbled sleepily. She had shoved him away, even though she knew his sad history. Even though she had accepted him, being the cursed creature he was. Yes, she knew. (He had been doing something stupid, as usual, and she had reached out to balance him. She had slipped and hugged him instead. Didn't that mean she was stupid too? Does stupidness attract? Her sleepy mind wanted to know.) She had shoved him away when he might’ve needed her. She had ignored him. So why…why…why?

I've never had a dream come true
Till the day that I found you
Even though I pretend that I've moved on
You'll always be my babyI never found the words to say (words to say)
You're the one I think about each day
And I know no matter where life takes me to
A part of me will always be
A part of me will always be with you

He waited until he was sure she was asleep. Then, on silent feet, he snuck into her house, into the room she was in. Like he thought, she was lying on the floor by the window, curled up on her side. He sat in a corner, watching her. Her long hair was splayed out behind and over her, veiling her face. He was glad Akito had never caught hold of her- Akito might’ve cut off that long, beautiful hair. He knew she would shriek if she caught him in there- but he needed to see her. He knew she didn’t mean it. She stirred slightly. He held his breath. It took an hour before she woke up. She turned over. He was still sitting in the corner, knees pulled up to his chest, arms hugging his knees. He was asleep now- his head lay gently on top of his hands. She sat up. “Momiji?” she asked softly, looking at him as if he wasn’t real. He’s not real. He can’t be real. No. No! She screamed in her head. He woke with a jolt.
“Kiyo!” He said, looking like a child caught in a misdoing. She sighed. “I’ll, er, leave, he said, sidling guiltily towards the door. Her mind gave a lightning fast response.
“No.” He straightened slightly.
“Um, what?” She sighed, and looked out the window.
“Don’t leave. I wanna… talk. If that’s ok.” He smiled at her.
“Of course, Kiyo. Of course.”
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Teh Author Notes:
I'll leave it up to you what happened afterword. G or PG rated, dammit! Stupid internet with it's perverse mind. My preference was they talked awkwardly for a while, all the while Kiyo inching guilty closer, until they kiss. Yay. Hoo-rah. (<-- seriously, not showing any emotion back here)
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(no really. *shifty eyes*)
Yes, this was taken from my own strict emotions. It's why I don't want to ask Kuroda-san out, or let him know I like him. (Inner: Well, I botched that one, didn't I?) Shut up, inner me. Stop being so critical. The point is, I don't want either endings to happen: him breaking up with me (very low chance) or me severing it out of fear and self defense. Cause god knows Kuroda would not do the exact same thing as Miji does in this fic.
As a final note... Sasa, don't hurt me for hurting your bro in this fic. We have happy fun times afterwords, kk?