It could be argued that even at his age he still acts and dresses as a child much younger than his years because he's still waiting for his mother to come back for him, that perhaps one day he'll be 'good enough' and have the childhood he was deprived of. He craves acceptance, craves to be wanted and cared for and loved. His love for his sister Momo is not quite out of sheer virtue. In one of the Fruits Basket episodes, completely unrelated to Momiji, it's shown that Ayame is dedicated and dutiful towards Hatori because Hatori is everything Ayame wishes he could be, and he admires that. Yuki comments how admirable he finds that, being able to love someone who is everything you're not and has everything you wish you had. This reflects in Momiji and Momo's relationship, in a way. He loves her because she has everything he wishes he could be.
WEAPONS/ABILITIES/ETC: Aside from turning into a rabbit? I got nothin'. He can write children's music if push comes to shove. Does being a trap count?
SAMPLES THIRD PERSON: It was Thursday again.
Thursday was the day Mama took Momo to the park, as long as the weather was nice. If the weather was bad-- If it was too cold, and even bundling Momo up didn't reassure Mama she wouldn't get sick, or if it was too windy and Mama would laugh that someone as small as Momo might get blown away as she poked her daughter squarely in the nose. Or if it was raining too hard for even Momo's chicky umbrella and cute little pink rain boots to protect her. If the weather was bad, then they would stay home and watch a movie.
But if the weather was good, like today--warm, sunny, and bright with just the gentlest of breezes passing through the tress--then Mama would take Momo to the park. Momiji would go with them, sometimes. There was a grove of trees just behind the swing set Momo liked so much, and if Momiji brought his lunch he could watch her play with Mama. And oh, Mama was such a good mother. Momiji remembered how his heart had almost stopped the day Momo tumbled out of the swings and began to cry. Mama had turned her back for only a minute, but a minute was all it really took. Momiji hadn't known what to do except stay where he was, because Mama had already caught him leaving the park last Thursday and he had to make up an excuse about cutting through to get to the store. She would go back and tell Papa about him if she caught him again. So he couldn't do anything, even though Momo's knees were all scraped up and she was crying something awful.
It turned out Momiji hadn't needed to worry, though. As soon as Mama realized, she turned back and gathered Momo into her arms. She checked all of her daughters ouchies, then kissed them until they were better, and after that she picked Momo up and carried her over to the food stand to get her something sweet. Momiji had always known Mama would be a good mother if she just had the right chance.
Today Momo had decided she was too big of a girl for swings and wanted to play with her ball instead. It was a big rubber ball, almost half the size she was. Momiji knew Papa had picked it out extra-special for her, because it was a soft pink and hand painted with butterflies and ponies. It was a cute ball, one any little girl would be proud to own, and as Momiji ate the corner of his sandwich he daydreamed about what it would be like to play with her. He imagined Momo as the type would have liked to have a brother to watch over her. That's why he did it anyway.
WEAPONS/ABILITIES/ETC: Aside from turning into a rabbit? I got nothin'. He can write children's music if push comes to shove. Does being a trap count?
SAMPLES
THIRD PERSON: It was Thursday again.
Thursday was the day Mama took Momo to the park, as long as the weather was nice. If the weather was bad-- If it was too cold, and even bundling Momo up didn't reassure Mama she wouldn't get sick, or if it was too windy and Mama would laugh that someone as small as Momo might get blown away as she poked her daughter squarely in the nose. Or if it was raining too hard for even Momo's chicky umbrella and cute little pink rain boots to protect her. If the weather was bad, then they would stay home and watch a movie.
But if the weather was good, like today--warm, sunny, and bright with just the gentlest of breezes passing through the tress--then Mama would take Momo to the park. Momiji would go with them, sometimes. There was a grove of trees just behind the swing set Momo liked so much, and if Momiji brought his lunch he could watch her play with Mama. And oh, Mama was such a good mother. Momiji remembered how his heart had almost stopped the day Momo tumbled out of the swings and began to cry. Mama had turned her back for only a minute, but a minute was all it really took. Momiji hadn't known what to do except stay where he was, because Mama had already caught him leaving the park last Thursday and he had to make up an excuse about cutting through to get to the store. She would go back and tell Papa about him if she caught him again. So he couldn't do anything, even though Momo's knees were all scraped up and she was crying something awful.
It turned out Momiji hadn't needed to worry, though. As soon as Mama realized, she turned back and gathered Momo into her arms. She checked all of her daughters ouchies, then kissed them until they were better, and after that she picked Momo up and carried her over to the food stand to get her something sweet. Momiji had always known Mama would be a good mother if she just had the right chance.
Today Momo had decided she was too big of a girl for swings and wanted to play with her ball instead. It was a big rubber ball, almost half the size she was. Momiji knew Papa had picked it out extra-special for her, because it was a soft pink and hand painted with butterflies and ponies. It was a cute ball, one any little girl would be proud to own, and as Momiji ate the corner of his sandwich he daydreamed about what it would be like to play with her. He imagined Momo as the type would have liked to have a brother to watch over her. That's why he did it anyway.
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