a/n: Yo! What's up! Anyway, on with the mushy feelings of the story! I have to warn you, this is the longest chapter I've ever done in all my life (maybe from the past up to now. It's 5 pages in MS word!)!

IMPORTANT NOTICE: I want to know, which among my Tofuu fics pleases you? A) The Day You Said Goodnight, B) Crazy for You, C) Under the Blue Moon? This is important since this will be connected to my next story.

CHAPTER 7:

"Really?" Mametsuki asked. "That pendant is not original," she said. "Maybe he got some other half in another store."

"Oh," Fuuko said, nodding in agreement. "So, can we go now?"

"Certainly," Mametsuki replied. "I am sure that the trophy is ours this year," she said with confidence.

"Don't be optimistic, Mame-san. I don't want to fail you," Fuuko replied.

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The two of them arrived inside the hall. The whole group consisted of Mametsuki's friends, some instructors, and Tokiya. The others motioned Fuuko inside the dressing rooms. Mametsuki and Tokiya were left outside.

"Mametsuki, I need to speak with you in private," Tokiya said

Mametsuki looked at her watch and said, "We only have five minutes to spare." She walked out of the hall and Tokiya followed her.

The two of them returned five minutes after, Tokiya looking sulky. Mametsuki ran towards Fuuko and when Tokiya followed Mametsuki with his gaze, he was shocked at Fuuko's appearance.

"Oh, Mi-chan, I'll melt if you continue looking at me like that," Fuuko said jokingly, though her eyes looked a little sad.

"Shut up," he hissed, taking her hand. They were called to the floor and they positioned themselves. Suddenly, Tokiya heard the most familiar music.

"The dancers all on the floor," the announcer said, rising from his seat. "Now, we are going to witness the waltz division of the East Japan Ballroom Contest. The winning couple will represent Eastern Japan in the Tokyo Dance Fair."

Tokiya and Fuuko started to dance as practiced, along with the other dancers on the floor. At that moment, Tokiya saw Fuuko wearing the pendant. He remembered what happened earlier.

FLASHBACK

"What do you want to talk about?" Mametsuki asked.

"You were wearing the pendant," Tokiya said.

"And you're not. That doesn't make a big difference," she replied sarcastically.

Tokiya approached her. "Have you forgotten me?"

"I hate you bugging my life, Tokiya," Mametsuki admitted, closing her eyes in defeat. "Now, I'm telling you that I never forgot you. I have never forgotten the thing you never did for me."

"You were the one who declined," Tokiya answered, getting irritated every second that passed.

"Tokiya, I have a reason for declining," Mametsuki explained. "You do not want to have me at all."

"Why are you saying that?"

"It's because of a dream. And that dream is standing right in front you and you cannot see it. I want you to see it, Tokiya. And if you keep seeing me, you won't."

Tokiya looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Did you remember what I've said before?" she asked.

Tokiya stuttered for an answer. "I… I…"

"You'll certainly feel it in her, Tokiya."

"I only felt it in you," he said.

Mametsuki just smiled in reply. "I'm leaving," Mametsuki said. "My health, and my training. I'm sorry; I cannot accompany you to the finals, if you ever win. Without me, you'll be able to see your dream." Mametsuki sighed. "Just let me have one last chance."

Tokiya, too transfixed with the news, did not have time to realize that Mametsuki had kissed him and she was running to the hall once again.

END FLASHBACK

Tokiya held Fuuko's hand and accidentally gripped it tight. "Hey, you're not crushing my bones, are you?" Fuuko asked. She let go.

"I'm not. Just shut up," Tokiya muttered.

Fuuko sighed. "You know, Mi-chan, even though we cannot blend with each other, we should not tramp it out like these," she explained. "Geez, cheer up, it's not the end of the world."

Tokiya looked at Fuuko quizzically. "I did not even think that you have the ability to explain," he remarked. However, he slowly smiled. "But if it's what you wish."

"I knew it. You're a fame and victory sucker. I think you cannot even bear to hear that you lose," Fuuko teased.

"Whatever," Tokiya replied. Their number was called. "Let's go?" he said, offering his hand.

Fuuko momentarily looked at him and smiled as she placed her hand over his. At that moment, Tokiya shivered. He let her show his shivering state so Fuuko looked at him and asked, "Is it cold?"

Tokiya looked at her momentarily, unable to answer the question. It was then he realized that their number was called out. Fuuko steered him to the dancefloor. However, she saw Mametsuki at a bench near them. She avoided her gaze.

"Monkey, what are you doing? We're about to start," Tokiya hissed. Mametsuki's words aired Tokiya when Fuuko held his hand. It was like her hand ignited fire and sent heat all over his body.

FLASHBACK

"You know, Tokiya, there's a way to know if we are really for each other," Mametsuki said, looking at Tokiya.

"I hate your fluffiness," Tokiya said icily, though his eyes showed that he was interested as well.

"Oh, Tokiya, just admit that you love my fluffiness," Mametsuki said sarcastically.

"Fine. How?"

"Well, don't you know that everytime I dance with you, I feel really weird?" Mametsuki said, placing her head on Tokiya's shoulder.

"What kind of weirdness?"

Mametsuki held Tokiya's hand. "It's like your hands produce a flame," she said, lifting it slowly and smiling childishly. "You know, it heats me up."

Tokiya smirked. "Is that the reason why you're shivering all the time?"

Mametsuki nodded.

END FLASHBACK

Now, he's feeling that description for the first time (why didn't he feel that when they first danced?). Suddenly, Tokiya felt guilty because he, for the first time, admitted that he did not experience this feeling with Mametsuki.

Meanwhile, Fuuko was thinking. "Hey, what's happening now?" she thought frantically as she felt her heartbeat move faster. "This is getting weird."

"Get a hold of yourself," another side of her mind stated. "Your wish came true. What are you wishing for, anyway?"

"Hey, Fuuko," Tokiya said, landing her back to the earth. "Just concentrate," he said with more kindness (I mean, they added a percent on it).

Fuuko nodded in reply. She smiled rather nervously before giving out a deep breath. She closed her eyes and thought for a moment.

They started dancing in bliss. Actually, they were enjoying the situation, unlike their foot-stomping and hand-gripping session. They did not seem to mind anyone at all…

"The two of you won," Mametsuki said, her hands reddish with her continuous clapping.

"I never even had the opportunity to jump up and down," Fuuko said.

"Lovely," Mametsuki said. "And because I am a psychic, I have prepared a treat for all of you," she said with a thumbs up.

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They were actually going to a mountain. "So, this is where we are going," Tokiya said.

"Oh, the weather here is really loving you, Mi-chan," Fuuko joked.

Mametsuki went down the car, walking like a drunkard. "I – am not – I am not used to long journeys," she managed to say before falling to the ground, only to be caught by her assistant.

"Frail woman," Tokiya mumbled.

"She's not as frail as you think, Mi-chan," Fuuko replied.

Tokiya wheeled to look at her. "Why are you listening to me?"

"You look like a moron talking to yourself."

"I don't care," Tokiya snapped. He looked at Mametsuki who started to pull people down to the snow. He knew very well that after this, he will not see her again after a long time.

"Why aren't you upset?" he asked himself angrily.

"Maybe you're not really worried for her to leave you," another side of his brain said. "You have another one beside you."

"What are you talking about?" he muttered back to his brain.

"Ah, don't try to think about it yet," his brain replied.

"Stupid brain."

"So, you're admitting you're so stupid," Fuuko's voice said.

"Stop listening to me!" he said with an irritating voice. He glared at her with his looks that could go through 50 feet of snow.

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"So, we're here," Mametsuki said, smiling ear to ear. She let herself fall on a couch because she was really tired (and add the heavy braces on her leg and neck). Without another word, her assistants saw her drift to sleep. They carried her to her room and Fuuko followed.

"Mame-san?" Fuuko started when Mametsuki sat on her bed with difficulty.

"Yeah?"

"You and Mi-chan…"

"Did you know?" Mametsuki asked, not in shock, but with a slightly worried face.

Fuuko looked guilty. "Now, maybe it's best not to tell you…"

"That Tokiya is your dream partner?" Mametsuki finished the sentence. "I won't mind. You're misunderstanding things, Fuuko. That was my biggest mistake."

"So, what do you want me to do?" Fuuko asked.

"Admit everything," Mametsuki said. "You only have this chance to tell him everything you feel. Maybe that will change him."
"But you are…"
"No, I'm not," Mametsuki said, closing her eyes. She opened them once again. "What did you feel when you danced with him? What bliss did you feel?"

"I…" Fuuko started. She blushed, causing her to bury herself under her pillow. She was already admitting that she felt strange.

Mametsuki was trying to lift her head. "Hey, come on, admit it now." Her nagging persona started to work once again that she started to prod Fuuko.

And Fuuko started babbling everything she felt with slight hesitation. The heart going from the tips of her fingers to every edge of her body, her fast heartbeat, and the adrenaline that involuntarily releases from her.

Mametsuki looked dreamy. "See? That means…"

"But how about him?" Fuuko asked.

Mametsuki shrugged. "Just do it. You won't know," she said in a singsong voice.

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That night, Tokiya could not sleep. Why? He was suddenly bombarded by a series of memories. After finally drifting to sleep, he started to dream about something, the dream where he was mumbling to himself (as Mametsuki described). The dream was actually something that happened before! Because of that, he woke up, sweating. He climbed up to his window and went to the tree hanging next to it. He jumped down and sat under it, feeling the cool air that calmed him down.

Fuuko, at the other side of the house, did the same. She crept out of the room and jumped out of it, without a tree. She started to walk around the house, clutching the scarf that made her a little bit warm. "That never made me sleep," she sighed to herself, staring at the high window. She continued to walk around the house and then to the small bunch of trees at the other side. It was dark so she only relied on her senses.

Tokiya was also walking in the said woods, thinking about his dream (what was his dream, anyway?). He was actually guilty because everything Mametsuki said became truth. After an hour of meditating (yeah, while walking), he felt the wind getting colder ever minute that passed. He was walking without thinking that he accidentally hit a dark silhouette. "Who's that?" he asked, ready to hit any culprit around.

The silhouette, apparently shocked, knocked out some consciousness from Tokiya.