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museoftheocean / hyperdimensixns , at the very least I know the Neptunia girls will probably want to play with her. XP

"Hey, Lady Frowny Face? You're not looking too swell right now, you okay?"

             || .; {{ ι ωιsн үσυ ∂ση’т cяү }} ;. The sound of birds chirping, the smell of fresh air, winter would be coming to a close soon. Momo only knew this because the Robins were here, indicating that indeed soon the snow would melt, and the cherry trees would spring into bloom, Momo’s favorite kind of tree.   Yet that would be later,  maybe a month, maybe a few weeks. She just knew it would happen soon. What was happening now was she was side-by-side with her Mother, laundry baskets in hands. Momo had taken after her Mother, a clean freak who enjoyed getting chores out of the way; much unlike her sister. Everything would seem normal, other then the fact that the bubbly younger sister had a frown drawn upon her face; eyes focusing on the ground that she walked upon. Her Mother, though, had caught this and sighed ever so slightly.    ‘Oh, Lil’ Peach..” She murmured out. ‘Don’t be so sad, Everything will turn out just fine. I promise.” She gave a sympathetic look to her youngest, unknowing to the fact that Momo knew exactly what was going on . To Mrs.Sakura, she assumed that Momo knew nothing about her elder sister wishing for their Father to be heard; only that it had happened. And nothing more. Momo’s hazel hues flicked up to their mother, and a small smile soon breached her features. Momo noted how her Mother placed down her basket. The Peach hadn’t known they had reached the area so quickly, but was somewhat glad. She placed down her own, and nodded to her Mother.  ‘mn…” She let her eyes dull over slightly. ‘I just dunno why Papa’s really mad at Nee-Chan..”      ’She didn’ do anythin’ wrong, right ? “  The Eldest Woman of the Sakura family pursed her lips together, and thought momentarily. The Woman of the house was a rather smart one, and often wasn’t at a loss for words. This wasn’t an exception .  ‘Your Father’s just scared and confused, people do bad things when they’re scared and confused. They don’t mean to, they just do it. Your Father doesn’t want to hurt you or Kyouko, but he’s really scared and confused.”  Momo soaked in the words of her Mother as she soaked the clothes, washing them side-by-side with the mirroring image of her. She really did resemble her mother facial feature wise.       ‘Oh..” The girl muttered out, thinking of other questions to ask her all-knowing-Mother. ’….” She had nothing.     The rest of the time it was silent as they did the laundry together, which was rare. Yet then again it wasn’t every life-time that a female sells her soul for a wish; and her family finds out. Soon enough they had left, fresh and dry laundry within the basket, She found herself regretting every single little step of the way; she knew her Father would be done with the Church at this time. She also knew that it mean she’d be facing….     Yelling . So much yelling encountered her when she walked into the door. It didn’t stop when her Mother intervened…The words were harmful, but true. The Man of the house had began to accuse Momo of selling her soul as well, making a pact with the Devil to make sure the Elder Sister wouldn’t pass.                 She couldn’t deny it, she couldn’t lie to her father.              Or could she .   It wouldn’t matter, the Mother within Mrs.Sakura shone, and she defended both her Daughters—-even if the elder one wasn’t here at the moment.  The rest was a blur of violence. A smashed bottle, a scream, bruises, and yelling.  So.Much.Yelling.          Momo found herself in the corner of the room, her Father grumbling in a drunken rage. The beer bottle in his hand as he staggered out of the room towards Kyouko——luckily she wasn’t home. Momo crawled over to her Mother; whom was luckily only knocked out. Yet sticky crimson regret was pouring out of her, causing Momo to feel sick to her stomach. Regardless of that, she had began to wake her Mother, help her to her feet, and towards the bathroom. There, she would be able to clean her up.         Little did she know, that later that night, something similar would happen to her. All because she would stand up to her Father for her loveable sister.

No, there's no way... Mami couldn't have, could she? The bright, happy, cheerful girl who Kyouko always admired...?