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A/N: I almost feel I should apologize for this chapter, but insanity comes in all forms, so don't be too mad. Besides, we need a little break. The song Ami sings is yet another image song, this one from the first season, called, "Someday, Somebody."

Tok-tok!

"Ami?"

Bare feet made a muffled sound as Ami hurried across the living room, stopping briefly to check her hair in the mirror. She ran her fingers through the blue waves, contemplated them for a moment, then sighed and gave up.

"Ami-chan? Are you there?"

Ami ran to the door, and opened it to beam up at Zoisite.

"Come in, come in!" she invited him, grabbing his arm and pulling him. "I'm so happy I caught you when I was walking home to invite you over!"

"Are you alright?" he asked, kicking his shoes off. "I'm so sorry about everything that happened tonight. That was terrible."

"Oh, it'll be alright! We've all fought before, and we probably will again!"

Zoisite smiled down at her, giving her hair a playful tug. "Good. I was afraid you would be angry with me. I didn't mean to get so upset, but-"

"I said it's alright!" she told him on a giggle. "So relax, hmm? I didn't invite you over to relive that fight."

He caught her hand, and kissed her fingers. "I'm glad. But what did you need me for, then? Did you find out something about the Abyss?"

"Iie, and I honestly haven't looked. Won't you sit down?"

Zoisite followed her into the living room, and took the loveseat she indicated. He looked a little surprised when she sat beside him, but she smiled and wrapped her arms through one of his in a little hug.

"Uh, Ami-chan, not that this isn't nice, but have you been out in the wind again?"

She laughed, and put her head on his shoulder. "You're being silly, Zoisite-chan! You know how I feel about you, don't you?"

"I… well, I hoped, but…" He stopped, and smiled a little shyly. "I didn't think it would be easy to get over what happened in the Silver Millennium."

"Oh, that." She shrugged nonchalantly. "I did worry, you know? I worried that you might change your mind, or that you might leave me. It wasn't until I saw you a few days ago that I realized how much I've been missing you, all my life, knowing I could never have you again. But now," she squeezed his arm almost to the breaking point, "I won't let you get away."

"I don't want to get away," he reassured her with a smile. "What could be better than this?"

"I'm so glad you feel that way!"

Ami leapt up off the couch, putting out her hand to him. "Come on, I want to show you something!"

"Okay, okay, I'm coming," he laughed, allowing her to pull him off the couch. "What is it?"

"You'll see. I hope you like it, Zoisite-chan. I made it especially for you."

She tugged his hand eagerly, and he hurried after her, grinning. He had not seen her so excited since she explained to him all about the Moon Palace's library centuries ago. Her whole face glowed with almost childish delight.

"Here it is! Tell me what you think!"

Zoisite frowned in confusion as she opened a door, and leaned in to flick on the lights.

"Ano… Ami-chan, it's the basement."

"I know!"

She almost dragged him down the stairs, and gestured widely around. "Look at everything I found! Those are some of my mother's books, and those are some I bought yesterday to replace the ones I ripped up. I even pulled one of the guest beds down here for us!"

"Wait, what?"

Zoisite spun around to stare down at her. "For us? Ami-chan, are you insane? You're only seventeen! I couldn't-"

"Oh, I don't mean to have intercourse with you right now, silly!" she reassured him in a soothing voice. "I don't think Mama would like that, and, well, Haruka can be a bit over-protective. I just thought it would be nice if we could sleep together at night!"

"In the basement?" He looked around in absolute confusion. "Ami-chan, I think you meant this kindly, so please don't be angry, but I can't live down here with you. You're still very young, and while you're the only girl I'd ever want to marry, this is just… weird."

"What's weird about wanting to keep you close to me, Zoisite?" she asked in an innocent voice. "We've been torn apart too many times for me to ever want to let you go. So you stay here, with me, and we'll be so happy!"

"Ami-chan…" He looked desperate. "I love you, and I love that you did all this for me-"

"Sh!" She pressed a finger to his lips. "I know how you feel, Zoisite-chan, so no more words. You stay here, and I'll go check on dinner."

"Dinner?" he asked blankly.

"Of course! What kind of a wife would I be if I didn't make you dinner?"

"Ami-chan, wait!"

She did not heed him, and skipped up the stairs. Zoisite sighed as he heard the basement door close with a strangely ominous thud, and looked around.

"She must have been in the wind again."

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"What in all the rings of-"

He darted up the stairs, yelling, "Ami-chan! Are you alright?"

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm just hammering."

Zoisite reached the top of the stairs, and groped for the doorknob. After several unsuccessful passes, he looked down, and felt his eyebrows shoot up almost into his hair.

"Ami-chan?"

"Hai, honey?"

"Where's the doorknob?"

He heard a giggle from the other side of the door. "There isn't one on that side, only on this side. Don't get worked up, Zoisite-chan, because I've already set the deadbolt, and I'm just finishing the reinforcement. Dinner should be ready in a few minutes!"

"Ami-chan!" he shouted, pounding on the door. "You let me out of here, right now!"

Whack! Whack! Whack!

"Dreaming the chance for love! Tell me it's not in the dictionary! Quickly close the notebook…"

"AMI!" he bellowed.

She went on singing and hammering happily.

"Dreaming if my hair moves! For you the smell of conditioner! I feel some sort of premonition…"