Thank you all for favouriting, following, and commenting! Here's the last chapter, thanks for everything hehe hope you like the ending beCAUSE I SUCK YOU PROBABLY WILL DISLIKE HOW THIS ENDS BUT I AM SORRY I'M NOT THE BEST D: But, hope you enjoy~

Makoto rushed into the room, excitedly flinging two small white pieces of paper in the air. Haru looked up lazily, wondering what Makoto was up to.

"Haru, Haru! Guess what?" the brunet stumbled forward to where Haru was resting on his table, unable to contain his excitement.

Haru stretched before glancing curiously at the paper Makoto was clutching, like it was the most important thing in his life.

"Haru," Makoto's eyes shone so brightly that even Haru felt slightly surprised, "I got tickets to the new water park!"

Water. Haru was up in no time, almost wanting to fling himself onto Makoto's body in excitement, but suddenly remembered that he was a cat and refrained himself from doing anything rash, especially since cats were probably not allowed into water parks. His whiskers twitched in anticipation.

"Aren't you excited, Haru?" Makoto's own excitement wavered when he received no response.

I can't swim like this.

Makoto's happy smile started to droop and the light in his eyes dimmed, causing Haru to immediately pad forward anxiously. Of course he was excited. But there were so many reasons why he couldn't express it.

Haru nuzzled Makoto's large hand to show his appreciation, and then looked straight into his eyes, hoping that Makoto wouldn't look so downcast anymore.

Don't be sad, Makoto.

Not to mention Haru's eyes were as readable to Makoto as ever, his comforting gesture was taken as a good sign and Makoto's smile returned once again.

"Then, let's go tomorrow shall we?"

Makoto had fallen asleep with Haru bundled in his arms, unable to wipe a joyful grin off his face. As his breathing filled the air, Haru rubbed his little nose against the warm cheek of his sleeping Makoto and sighed contentedly.

The moon was shining brightly tonight, and the iridescent stars hung in the night sky, illuminating its beauty. Unable to fall asleep, Haru crept out from Makoto's warm arms and leapt onto his windowsill to stare out into the darkness instead.

A rush of memories flooded through his mind, a pit of unpleasant warmth in his stomach. No matter how hard Haru tried to focus on the old memories with Makoto, they were all overridden by the guilt and the pain from seeing this Makoto suffer. Suffering so painful that his entire memory had been replaced, a mindset altered so drastically that he had now started to focus on nothing but a cat. A cat that Makoto mistook for a human.

Leaves rustled in the gentle breeze, the chirping of the cicadas was faint through the thick window. Haru wanted to go back in time. He wanted to go all the way back to the day he died. To the day he chose to swim in the ocean at night, on an especially windy day where the moon was full and as bright as tonight. To the day when he was sucked underneath the surface by a strong current, when he flailed his arms wildly to no avail. And when the water started to fill his lungs, when his cries were drowned out by the water that had turned against him, Haru wanted that all gone.

If only I had stayed in bed.

"Haru…"

Haru's sensitive ears perked up at the slightly distressed tone of Makoto's voice. Turning his head around, he eyed the sleeping brunet who had thrown back the covers unconsciously and had a frown on his face.

He's only sleep–

"Haru…Haru…"

Why is he so restless?

Still not wanting to leave his spot on the windowsill, Haru continued to stare silently.

"Haru…don't leave me…"

In less than an instant Haru was by Makoto's side, gently nudging his back to assure him that, yes, I won't leave you again.

"H-Haru?" Makoto turned to face Haru, one eye opened but clouded with sleep.

Ah, Haru gently pressed his nose against Makoto's warm one, sorry for waking you up.

"Haru!"

Makoto buried his face into Haru's furry but warm body, arms coiling around him. The sudden burst of affection, or whatever this was, shocked him initially. Betting on the chances that Makoto had just had a nightmare, Haru purred softly into Makoto's ear, if that was of any help at all.

He was right.

"Haru, I just, I just had the worst dream ever…"

Tell me about it.

"Y-you were gone…Haru you…you disappeared…" Makoto's voice was nothing more than a trembling whisper.

"I couldn't find you, I couldn't find Haru. Everyone, w-we all searched for days but, but Haru, you never came back."

Tears streamed down Makoto's face as his grip on Haru tightened, rendering him useless. Haru was lost – Makoto was dreaming about the past, and there was nothing he could do about it.

"I was so scared, Haru."

Makoto curled his body around Haru, sobbing relentlessly into the sheets and gripping Haru's fur as if it were his lifeline. It was really, the only comfort that Makoto had right now. After all, Haru couldn't do anything.

I hate this stupid body.

"Ne, Haru…don't ever leave me, please. I-I need you…" Makoto lifted his head slowly, eyes searching desperately for any sign of a reply in Haru's own. There was one.

I won't leave you. Never again.

It didn't take very long until Makoto had calmed down once more, now lying on his back with Haru resting in the crook of his neck.

"Ano…Haru…"

Hmm? Haru waved his tail around, lazily blinking open an eye.

"I've been wanting to tell you this…for a long time now…will you hear me out?"

Haru stared at his cheek, tan complexion hidden by the darkness of the room. His blue eyes moved up to where Makoto's green ones were, only to find him staring already.

Makoto? Haru tensed a little as Makoto's warm hand caressed his cheek, or in this case, the entire right side of his furry face.

"Haru, the truth is…I-I" Makoto's throat felt dry, his voice started to wane and quiver. But prompted gently by Haru leaning into palm, he continued.

"I love you. I've always loved you, Haru."

The silence between them was so thick and heavy, neither of them moved an inch. Makoto's breath hitched in silent anticipation for Haru's answer. Haru himself felt his insides go all warm and fuzzy. He'd known, he'd known all along. But hearing it coming from Makoto's mouth, hearing it with actual words. Words that he could hear, maybe just a little more tangible than subtle actions and secret glances. That was something that made him feel dizzy yet exhilarated, nauseous but excited. And it wasn't long before the response came in the form of Haru's eyes glowing with a bright fire of passion.

I know, Makoto. I know, and I love you too.

The look on Makoto's face was unbelievable. Haru stared at him, burning the beautiful sight in front of him into his memory forever, etching the very scene into his heart and soul.

"So, Haru…" Makoto breathed when he had calmed down a little, "We love each other, right?"

Yes.

"I-In the, uh, r-romantic sort of way, right?"

What else would it be?

Makoto chuckled, so nervous yet so happy, in such a cute way that it further messed up the noisy rhythm of Haru's heartbeat. His chest felt tight, so tight that it might burst. His cheeks were warm, like a fever or a wildfire spreading across his face.

"Then," the brunet leaned over, his face a dark red hue, "is it…is it okay to…kiss Haru…?"

Tsk. Baka Makoto.

But the thumping in Haru's chest just got louder and harder, the moment he had been waiting for all these months was right at his doorstep. Right now, it didn't matter to Haru that Makoto thought of him as a proper full-fledged human. It didn't matter that Makoto's mind was in a complete mess. That he was having trouble differentiating between human and animal, or that he was living in a dream.

None of it mattered anymore. Everything was going to be alright, after all.

Haru's head pounded as Makoto leaned over him, his face inching nearer and nearer each second. His eyes were squeezed shut, however, probably out of sheer nervousness and embarrassment and Haru's heart made a weird flip at how adorable that was.

Just as Makoto's lips ghosted over his mouth, a bright flash of memory spread across his mind along with the last words the Deciders had said to him.

'True love's first kiss.'

Haru felt Makoto's warm lips on his own. He felt Makoto's fingers on his waist, the other hand running through his hair. Through the thin sheets, Haru could feel Makoto's entire body pressed against his own, solid, strong, warm. Haru himself found his hands on Makoto's chest, gripping his shirt lightly and pulling him close. Their legs were entangled, the blanket intertwined in the mess.

Am I…human again?

When they broke apart to breathe, Haru slipped out a soft

"Makoto."

The scene that unfolded before his eyes was probably one of the most amazing things Haru had seen in his entire life.

"Haru…ka…"

Makoto was staring at him, wide-eyed, shocked. His mouth was ajar, cheeks turning redder into a full-blown blush as he continued to stare. It was right at that moment when Makoto realised that this was the Haru he'd been waiting for. That this was the Haru that had been with him since they were children. That this was the Haru he had first kissed, and just kissed again. This was no cat anymore. This wasn't an illusion anymore, this wasn't a dream.

This was Haru.

Throwing himself onto the raven, Makoto wrapped his arms around the pale warm body, one that he had been longing to feel this entire time. Haru himself was in a daze, unable to do anything besides hug Makoto back. The limitations of a cat body were no more, he was finally free.

"Makoto, you're heavy."

The brunet was busy nuzzling into Haru's chest, tears of silent joy staining both his cheeks and Haru. All this time he had been held back by the past, held prisoner by his monster of a mindset, chained. Haru had saved him. Again.

"Haru, I've missed you."

"Un. I missed you too."

"Haru, I love you."

"I love you too, Makoto."

My love for you is deeper than the ocean.

While Makoto cried, Haru smiled to himself, stroking the chestnut brown hair soothingly. His body felt strangely cool, a sort of airy feeling that he'd most probably never felt before. He didn't know what it was, until his water-mackerel-filled mindset kicked in. My jammers aren't on…

A strangled cough from Haru filled the air when he realised. Makoto immediately lifted himself up to stare down at Haru, concerned.

"Are you alright, Haru?"

"U-un." Haru knew Makoto had seen him plenty of times without clothes, but this…this was a little…

"Haru, your face is all red, are you sure you're alright?"

"Makoto."

I'm naked.

Makoto looked like he was about to pass out from embarrassment. Instead of getting out of bed to take a set of clothes, he opted to flop down onto Haru's chest and wrap him warmly in the sheets. With Haru all bundled up, Makoto smiled gently down at him.

"Are you cold?"

"Get under here."

"E-Eh?"

The moon in the brightly illumined sky did not conduct a symphony of violently crashing waves and bad memories tonight. A calmer, gentler, tone was sung, a beautiful sonata of love in the air. And as their souls were finally reunited under this moonlit sky, the heavens rejoiced in such a triumphant melody never to be heard again…