Lacrimosa Pt. 4

As soon as they got off the plane, Momo could already see the man in white (because Mr. Lucy has an impeccable sense of humor) He was holding a sign that read, “Momo”

The man had absolutely no expression on his face. The only thing that ever gave his face character was a noticeable scar running below his right eye down to his chin. He looked like the type of man who grunts instead of saying “yes”

Mrs. Yamamoto looked at her husband in one last desperate attempt to talk him out of this. She didn’t want to give Momo away. Well, she knew that this day was about to come but still… why so soon? But Mr. Yamamoto, for the strict silent man that he is, just gave her a helpless look and he pointed towards the direction of the man in the white suit.

“You will be a good girl ne, Momo-chan?” Mrs. Yamamoto knelt down in front of her daughter. Her adopted daughter.
“W–where am I going oka-sama?” Momo’s eyes showed panic, fear and reluctance.
“You…” Mrs. Yamamoto choked on her tears. “That man will take care of you. He… he brought you to me Momo-chan, when I thought I couldn’t have a daughter. Now.. he.. he wants you back”

Momo’s eyes widened. Without saying another word, she flung her arms around the mother she knew and squeezed her tightly. “Oka.. o– OKA-SAMA!” she wailed.

Mrs. Yamamoto’s heart broke into little pieces. She pulled away from Momo and took her hand. “B–bb-be a good girl Momo-chan.. always remember what I taught you, okay? Mind your manners.” They walked towards the expressionless man. Momo looked up at him and she could have sworn that there were no eyes behind those sunglasses. She turns to her mother, her lip quivering. “A–aarigatou oka-sama.. for, for taking care of me.” then suddenly, she smiled. “You will never see me again. Please be thankful”

Her mother looked confused and for a while thought that Momo was only doing this so the parting would be easier. She nodded and turned to the man in white. “Please. Please take care of her.”

The man bowed his head and then he takes Momo’s little hand and leads her to a car. The window rolls down and a nice set of shiny white teeth flashed. Inside the car was a woman with long, wavy blonde hair. Even in the dark, you can tell how sinister and beautiful she is.

“That was very kind of you, Lacrimosa; Promising a mortal freedom from the pains of hell. You do know that it is not your promise to make?” said Momo’s mother. Her real mother.

Momo shrugged and sat beside the slender woman. “Good afternoon, Lillith”

“Tsk,” Lillith stroked her child’s black hair and immediately, it blossomed into bouncy, golden curls. “Mother. You can call me mother, Lacrimosa”

Momo looked out the window and braced herself for a long trip to the theatre.