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WHO: Momiji and OPEN to everyone
WHERE: The MAC and the streets
WHEN: From Jan. 7 thru Jan.9, state when/where in header
WARNINGS: None
SUMMARY: Trying to stop thinking so much, Momiji starts wondering around the City.
FORMAT: Starts with prose, will dissolve into whatever the other person wants

Momiji had been spending his first few days in the City trying to wrap his mind around the concept of being stuck in this new reality. It hadn’t been going well. Thinking about it left him depressed and filled with questions about the future. The silence that filled his apartment wasn’t helping. Momiji had never really been alone. Sure, the houses on Sohma estate were usually quiet, but there had still been the background hum of human life. To keep himself from dwelling on his situation, Momiji had been busy acquiring a new wardrobe and decorating his room.

But there was only so much time he could dedicate to deciding between shades of pink and by Friday, Momiji running out of things to do. Determined not to spend his weekend worrying over something he couldn’t change, he rose early and with a game plan. He was going to explore the City and get familiar with the place he’d be calling home from now on. Mentally pumping himself, Momiji pulled on a sweater and strode out the door.

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Momiji barely managed to hit it back in his surprise. "You keep a shark in a house! That place must be huge!"

Bakura grinned. "It was two apartments when he started, two pretty big ones at that! So it really is! You'll have to come over some day and see it!"

"If your friends don't mind, then sure." It'd be fun to visit his new pal sometime. It wasn't like he had much to do here anyway.

"I'm sure he won't! Anyone on the floor can use it, after all!"

"I might come over sometime. Challenge you to some games there." Momiji promised, taking another whack at the puck.

"You should!" Bakura grinned. "You can meet Pelor too!"

He aimed to return the puck, but it slammed into his goal instead. "Aa! Your point!" he laughed.

"Pelor? Is he the one who's place it is?" Momiji cheered a little a the point. "This is easier then table tennis!"

"Pelor's my cat!" Bakura laughed. "Hiruma-kun owns the building," he smiled. "You play a lot of table tennis?"

"Ah, a cat." Momiji giggled right along with Bakura. "Not a whole a lot. But sometimes I get my cousins to play it with me. Mostly they're better at it then me. They're really good at stuff like that."

"My friends are all better at games like this too. Especially Hiruma-kun! Because he's really into football, he's really amazing when he gets into things!"

"A football player?" Momiji asked, whacking the puck again. "Would that help a lot with games?" He mused. Would sports training be a help?

"Un, because of how serious he is with it." Bakura nodded as he set the puck sailing back. "He's got a really good eye for things and can spot any opening!"

"He must be really good." Momiji said, blocking again. "It's admirable to have drive."

And if there was one thing Hiruma had in excess, drive would be it!

"He's pretty amazing! Back in his world he created the American Football team for his school and got them to the championships!"

"That's really neat! They must have really worked hard." Momiji was impressed by this. Anyone who went that far with their passion was just awesome in his book.

"If they worked half as hard as Hiruma-kun worked the team here, they really did!" Bakura laughed.

Welcome to the cast of Shonen manga, Momiji. Passion, luck and plot devices everywhere!

Momiji nodded, focusing on the game. He smiled as he hit the puck to the right. "Bakura-kun you really look up to your friends, don't you?"

Unfortunately, Momiji's from the land of Shoujo. Drama everywhere and sparkles in lieu of backgrounds.

"Un," Bakura nodded, a soft, almost far away smile on his face. "I couldn't imagine my life with out them."

Well no, that was a bit of a lie. He'd still be dead without them. But that wasn't exactly something you just said, even in the City!

The *Thunk!* of the puck going into this goal startled him out of his moment and he gave a sheepish laugh. "Aaa, I shouldn't get so distracted!"

Momiji smiled at the obviously happy look on Bakura's face. It kind of reminded him of Tohru talking about her friends. "That's really sweet."

Momiji gave a mockingly evil laugh at his point. "That's secretly my plan. Distract you so I can win!"

"Aaa, not fair!" Bakura laughed. "Thinking about friends is supposed to help you win, not make you lose!" he protested.

Not that this was a serious game or anything!

And just wait til he really gets going on the topic. He can friendship speech with the best of them now!

"Too bad." Momiji stuck out his tongue and giggled. He was having too much fun with this. "You've got to pay attention around me! I can be pretty sneaky!"

Momiji would be glad to here it. He's had his share of inspirational speeches back in the day.

"Aa~aaah, so I'm learning!" Bakura grinned. Something else they had in common, it seemed! It was always so amusing when such innocent faces held such devious streaks. All good natured, of course! "But you aren't supposed to tell people that, then they'll suspect, and what's the fun of that?"

"You'll have to keep it secret then! So no one else will know of my evil plans." Momiji laughed, holding up a finger in a shushing motion. Before his time here was up, most everyone he met would see this deviousness.

Where as Bakura was far more subtle with his. Only his close friends and Calvin (who was the target of much of Bakura's impish nature) had any clue. "Sure, sure!" he grinned. "You can count on me! But now that I know, I won't be so easy on you~" he teased, sending the puck going on another crazy angle so that it bounced off the sides 5 times before it got near the goal.

"Oh no!" Momiji laughed, completely missing the puck as he conversed with Bakura. He retrieved it from the opening and grinned. "You made a point."