THIS IS IT MY FRIENDS. WITH THIS CHAPTER POSTED I CAN FINALLY MARK THANK YOU UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN AS COMPLETE AND WE'LL ALL BE FREE FROM THE CONFINES OF THIS STORY. ALL YOUR CLOSURE ARE BELONG TO US.

It's been a long journey. Seriously, I adopted this fic from Deep-Sadness in 2011, it's 2014 and over 60,000 words later and only now are we finally reaching the end of all this crud. I really hope you guys are reading this paragraph, it's kind of my final farewell to you, the readers of this fic. It might seem kind of silly being so over the top about this fanfiction but it's kind of been a huge deal for me. I first adopted it back when I could barely form a grammatically correct sentence. Hell, I went through puberty with this fic. I expected so little originally, I would've been happy getting five reviews at all, I figured it'd just be a little chunk of nothing floating around that I could waste my time on. I half-assed the summary of this story because I thought no one would actually bother reading it. I pretty much just blurted out the first thing that came to my head and I still haven't changed it. Somehow this fanfiction grew into a giant, or at least what I consider to be one. Currently (Sept. 25, 2014) this fic has the most reviews of any Ojamajo Doremi fic on . So, thanks guys.

As much as I would love to say that finally finishing this story is bittersweet, it really isn't. I'm happy, 100% sweet up in here, because its time to move on. Technically I'm not actually done with it yet, seeing as I need to go through the story from the beginning and fix all the stupid mistakes (ugh the shame of noglastia…) and fill plot holes and actually put words in that one chapter, but you get my point. Plus I'll have to go back and fix Kotake- no idiot, I mean Tetsuya's name. I was a dummy american so sorry about that. Chances are I will never add another "chapter" to this story, because I hate when people post a "new chapter" that's actually only an author's note. If I ever need to tell you guys something concerning this fic, I'll make sure to actually include some story in that author's note. It'll most likely be a little fluffy fluff about the future and all the Kotadores. Hehe, my ship is sailing strong.

Pumpkin.

Sasookay.

Everything was white. An overwhelming sense of déjà vu bore down on the girl clothed in a large, paper thin white shirt with no back. Was this supposed to be a hospital gown? She knew the word, but she couldn't place an image to the name. It didn't seem to fit- the definition or the shirt- a gown was eloquent, fancy, and luxurious, probably... most likely. This was akin to wearing a napkin, or at least what she thought was a napkin. It was a little hard to tell anymore.

Everything was still white; she was so bored. White curtains- those were curtains, right? - blocked something on the wall. Light was shining through the cloth but she couldn't tell what was behind them.

An unpleasant sensation tingled at the back of her head; automatically reaching back she applied pressure to the area, moving her fingers against the skin she felt relief. Bringing her hand back slowly the girl found bright red strands tangled in her fingers. The ruby strings seemed to lead back to the back of her head.

Hair.

She had red hair. The redhead jammed her hands up into her hair, feeling all around her scalp. She had a lot of hair, some of it, in the back and on the sides, was especially long. But there wasn't any on the top, instead a soft cloth was wrapped around that area. The redhead didn't know why but she was afraid to put too much pressure on that cloth.

Gathering the locks up in her hands, the girl stared at the bright red. It was familiar, yet only barely. At least it wasn't white.

The lack of color was really starting to piss her off; it was a constant reminder of her state of mind. Empty. With a sigh, the amnesiac pulled apart the curtain of red in her face and peered out around her. We're there any other colors to latch onto? Anything to distract her from the emptiness?

No. Just all that white. Glancing downward, she noticed her own body. Her skin was pale, almost white, but that wasn't what caught her attention. It was the two bulbous protrusions on her chest. Holy crap she had boobs! She was like sixteen or something! The teenager carefully reached up to her chest, almost scared to touch them. Right as she was about to feel herself up the hospital door slammed open and the redhead shoved her hands under her thighs. They hadn't been anywhere near her boobs, nope.

In the doorway was a very attractive teenager. He was so many colors. His skin was darker than hers, a soft brownish kind of tan with a hint of orange. His disheveled hair was the most interesting shade of black- or was it blue? It almost seemed to glow blue where the light hit it, like some kind of dark beautiful ocean... An ocean was probably what she was thinking of. And his eyes... Oh god, his eyes, they were brilliant. All different shades of blue seemed to dance in his eyes, it was a medley of darks and lights and brights and she couldn't look away. Blue was probably her favorite color.

He was at her side in a second, pulling her into his chest for the tightest, warmest hug the amnesiac could ever imagine. She loved it; it was fantastic, the emotions she could feeljust radiating from him were the greatest possible medicene. But one question still lingered in the redhead's mind, one that she knew would break his heart if she asked it.

Alas, she needed answers.

"Who-" the teen paused, feeling him stiffen, "who are you?"

Just like that the boy tore himself away from her to look into her eyes. The look of devastation on his face... God she felt awful.

"Y-you don't remember?" He asked softly, his voice setting her heart aflutter.

At this point in time the amnesiac had determined, beyond a fraction of a doubt, that she was most definitely really, really... Fond of this guy. She wouldn't take the love card quite yet, not until she had a little more context to his and her relationship. God, she hoped they were dating; it'd be really awkward if he turned out to be like her best friend's boyfriend or brother or something. Did she even have a best friend? All she really had to go off of was this really hot guy in front of her. Wait, he asked her a question, answer it!

"N- I'm sorry, no." She barely whispered, trying to keep her answer soft, not hurt him, trying to keep him near. He was so hurt by her answer, the redhead could tell, but he didn't pull away. Instead his strong arms just pulled her in tighter, refusing to let her go. She didn't mind at all.

There were more people in the doorway now, all her age or older, but the teen holding her was still of the most interest. Each one asked her that question, the one that hurt everyone. She hated telling them all no, that she didn't remember them.

There was a short girl near the back, almost as if she was afraid to come further into the room, holding tightly to the hand of a tall black haired teen... They would make a cute couple she decided. On that topic she really needed to know who the guy in her arms was... And if she could kiss him. The redhead slowly raised her hands to the boy's face, pushing him back slightly.

"Tell me." She demanded. Staring straight into those gorgeous eyes. She wanted paintings of those things goddammit.

He seemed confused at first, like he didn't know what she meant before the thought clicked in his head.

"You're Harukaze Doremi," he said. The amnesiac could've punched him simply because that told her nothing about whether or not she could kiss him. Seeing her displeasure the teen continued, "And I'm Kotake Tetsuya..." He paused; this still didn't tell 'Doremi' if she could kiss him. The redhead was exhausted of all this beating around the bush, "and I'm your boyfriend."

Whoa-ho! Now he was talking. The redhead very visibly fist pumped the air before slamming her lips over his. Everyone else in the room probably felt uncomfortable but she felt great! He clearly shared her sentiment. By the time they pulled apart, they had to breathe eventually, nearly all the adults had vacated the room to give the two privacy. The doorway was slightly ajar, only enough for the amnesiac to notice a pink eye peaking through.

Tilting her head curiously, the teen watched as the door slowly swims open revealing two young girls. Her eyes first fell upon the taller one with bubblegum pink hair. Her face was just so-

And as though someone had just chucked a stone at her head, her brain was hit with an incredible force. She was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of clarity she had gained.

This was Poppu, her younger sister. And the boy next to her... Without even looking at him she raised her fist an jabbed him in the cheek.

"You deserved it. Bullying me, taking advantage of me when I lost all my memories again." Doremi announced, her eyes shooting a quick glare to him.

His fantastic eyes- just because she had context now didn't mean she didn't adore those gorgeous, shining windows to the soul- widened with surprise. Tetsuya broke out into a grin.

"You kissed me, Dojime." He laughed. Oh god she couldn't not love that laugh. It was impossible.

Her amethyst eyes flickered over to the blonde girl, notably younger than the other. This sudden flash of understanding wasn't as unexpected, but the results it yielded were far more surprising. Apparently she had had a very interesting childhood, going as far to become an apprentice witch and saving multiple worlds. Well, Doremi supposed getting amnesia twice wasn't the strangest thing she'd done in her lifetime after all.

Smiling widely she extended her arms to the two young girls, it was time for a group hug. Poppu was crying as she ran into her older sister's arms. Hana was giggling madly.

Things were looking up.

When suddenly The Evil Mail Man crashed through the wall, snatching Kotake with his robot claw. "If you ever want to see your boy toy again you must give me all the monies of the planet!" He screamed. When suddenly a magical hologram popped out of Poppu's mouth. It was a beautiful sparkly lady. "Kimonesiapoahna, I am your birth mother. It is time for you to embark on an epic quest to realize your true power." When suddenly a blue police box appeared in the room and-

I kid. This is the end.