Kotoha had that dream again.
Kotoha was driving her car to the temple. To stop it. Although Kotoha couldn't drive a car. The car broke down. She had to run to the temple before it was too late.
The ceremony was already taking place, but she couldn't get through the door, and he couldn't see her, despite the fact that the temple was made of glass.
She noticed that there were stairs and she climbed up to the balcony where she could see them better, although there still was a glass door. Takeru, looking handsome in a white suit, and Mako in a wedding dress were about to kiss.
"Tono-sama!" said Kotoha. Her voice was muffled. Takeru looked up, he heard something.
"Tono-sama!" said Kotoha, banging on the door.
"Tono-sama!" screamed Kotoha.
It looked like he finally heard her, but was afraid to go. Kotoha looked at that look in his eyes, that gaze. Finally, she let it all out.
"TAKERU!" exclaimed Kotoha for the first time.
"KOTOHA!" Takeru shouted back at her. Takeru ran down the aisle. Suddenly, the wedding guests turned into Nanashi. A mob of nanashi appeared on the balcony next to Kotoha.
"It's too late," said Mako, turning into Dayu.
Takeru and Kotoha pulled out their shinkenmarus, battling their ways to the door, slashing through the nanashi. They met at the door, Kotoha jumping into Takeru's arms.
"Takeru!"
Both Takeru and Kotoha slashed the nanashi outside the door. Kotoha took Takeru's shinkenmaru and put it through the doorhandles, trapping Dayu and the rest of the nanashi in the temple.
Takeru and Kotoha finally kissed. They ran down the road, laughing, and flagged down a bus. The couple went all the way to the back, laughing. Kotoha starred at the front of the bus. "What were we going to do now?" she thought.
Kotoha awoke. She picked up her soudophone and did something she thought she would never do.
"Hello," said Takeru's voice on the other end.
"Takeru?"
"Kotoha?" said Takeru, surprised that Kotoha would call him by his first name. It was as if she finally gained some confidence to talk to him without humility.
"Neessan's feeling much better. I think I might go back to Tokyo to visit. Would you like to grab some coffee or see a movie or something."
Takeru was surprised.
"Yes," said Takeru, "I would love to."
It was if that dream finally broke through to Kotoha. She would no longer have it anymore. From then on, the only dreams she would be having were of her and Takeru-and Takeru would no longer have that same dream ever.