I nearly cried when I felt the lips of the only one that ever mattered to me pressing into me. My Momiji, my love had found me sitting behind Shigure's home. I was upset at hearing my grandfather was in the hospital and was not doing very well, I ran out here and hid myself from the others. I wished to get away, but I really wanted someone to talk with me. Sitting in the dirt, my legs pulled up to my chest and my arms wrapped around my legs, I wept. I not only wept for the pain of my grandfather, but I wept for the loss of my mom, for my cursed friends, and then I wept for myself. I really thought I had no one, until I heard a high pitched, bouncy voice calling me. I wiped my tears away and peeked my head above the green bush I sat behind and called over to Momiji. As soon as she saw my reddened, puffy eyes he ran quicker to me, and he threw his arms around me and hugged me as tightly as he could. There was no poof, nor a giant ball of pink smoke signaling transformation. Momiji has somehow been freed of the curse, but the others had yet to discover how. That wasn't on my mind as I hugged him just as tight, a single tear rolling down my cheek as I smiled knowing Momiji cared enough to leave his home and come see me.
"Momiji," I had whispered, "I'm so glad you're here!" My brown mane had become messy, and tangled, but Momiji pulled away from me and looked down at me as if I were the most gorgeous person in the world. At this point we had graduated high school and entered University. Momiji was almost a half foot taller than I and even on his knees he had to look down at me. He had become the man everyone thought he would be. Was it this moment I found myself loving him, or had that happened in the last few years, the years of high school we spent together? I think it had been a long time ago, because I had secretly known all along I would want to kiss Momiji, kiss him before I kissed anyone else. I wanted him to be the only man I kissed for the rest of my life.
"Tohru-chan! I heard about your grandpa!" he said to me, and I looked up at him with a faint smile on my lips, "I came as soon as possible!" I shook my head and that silently told him I was grateful for his company. I didn't even need his words, I just wanted his company. I sat up on my knees and leaned in towards him.
"Thank you Momiji. For everything!" I barely whispered, my eyes kept flicking down to the pink flesh that was his lips and I think he noticed because he leaned in and pressed them against my own. I said before I nearly cried when I felt them touching me. His lips were so soft, like velvet, and he was gentle, he didn't push me he simply touched his lips to mine and then leaned away. In that moment I knew that he had loved me for as long as I had loved him. At first he may have loved me as a new friend, but he is no longer the overly hyper bunny he once was. He was a man and now he was Tohru's man.
We shared the kiss of life, the kiss that would start the life we would lead for the next seventy or eighty years.
Seventy-three and a half years later we shared a kiss of death. Driving home from a night on the town a large truck pulled out in front of us and we hit it head on. The death didn't come away, but we knew it was coming. Sitting on either side of our vehicle we leaned towards each other and pressed our lips together in a kiss, reminding each other of all the good times, and all the bad times we'd had. We kissed each other, and we died in the arms of the one we loved the most in the world. It was a beautiful kiss, full of life, and yet full of death. It signalled the end of us and the start of a new generation of young people in love.