The Spirit of Shimon Fanfic Drabble or whatever you want to call it. It's really, really just a drabble. I'm not even sure how I wrote this. My head's splitting from my headache but I managed. Yay me.

I am a Toen shipper, but… Tomuran just crept into me and is now stuck to me like a sticky marshmallow that I can't clean off. Or I want to clean. Hehe.

The Spirit of Shimon and Tomo belongs to Rinnu500 (Ritsu) and I feel so ashamed at this not-so-great writing of mine. I feel like I failed you, Ritsu.

Drabble: 200 Words

Tomo

Tomo means 'Friend'.

Tomo was the embodiment of her name. She was warm and it was hard not to find oneself gravitating towards her orbit.

She was special. He could remember pieces from his memories of the future – the same emotions he had (or is it 'will') feel. The curiosity about the sole woman who bore no parallel self. The woman who caught his – or will catch – his attention. The woman with that beautiful smile. The woman with that beautiful laugh. The woman who was broken (no, she wasn't. she was only broken if she can't be fixed and he promised to himself that he will fix her). The woman who had a mission she would never abandon.

The woman who was someone else's.

Tomo was a true friend. It was a shame she wasn't his – not in the beginning, not in the middle, not even in the end. He should've known he never had a chance. He lost before the battle even started.

Still, the moment he saw her – or the past her really – he couldn't help it. A smile broke on his face as he finally found her.

Byakuran let out a delighted cheer, calling her name. "Momo-chan~!"