Here's the last chapter! I really hope you enjoyed To See You Again.
I'm not sure when I'll start my next fic, but hopefully it will be soon!
Enjoy!
"Is she here?" Mamoru asked Motoki frantically, slamming his hands down onto the counter. The blonde blinked, taken aback by his friend's abruptness.
"She took the day off. Why?"
Mamoru slumped into a stool, ignoring the fact that it wasn't his usual one. Motoki raised an eyebrow. "Usagi trouble?" Mamoru glanced up at his friend.
"I fucked up, Motoki. I told her I love her, and now she'll never want to see me again."
Motoki's eyes widened. "You're what she was crying about on the phone this morning?"
Mamoru slammed his forehead into the counter, letting out a grumble. Motoki scratched the back of his head.
"You know what, I'm gonna make your favorite. Black coffee. And guess what? It's on the house!" he exclaimed, flipping the switch on the machine. He frowned when nothing happened, trying it again. Motoki glanced inside and let out a quiet curse. "Actually, we're out of coffee beans… but! I'll go look for more in the pantry. I'll be right back."
Motoki slipped into the small closet leaving Mamoru alone. He repeatedly smacked his head on the counter, mumbling a small "why" with every thump.
"Relationship problems?"
Mamoru started, glancing up. Sometime during the head slams, someone had sat next to him. He was quite a sight, wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap in the middle of winter. Mamoru sat up straight and turned to the newcomer, sighing.
"How did you know?" The stranger shrugged.
"Lucky guess. Probably just me trying to project my own feelings on someone else and actually being right about it." He laughed, a hint of sorrow peeking through. "What happened to you?" Mamoru resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He was not in the mood to talk to some stranger about 'girl problems', but he didn't seem to be going anywhere.
"I ruined things with my ex. I realized how much I regret everything, but she's marrying someone else and she hates me now," he explained, leaning backward. The newcomer nodded.
"That sucks." The stranger leaned on the table and stared at the prize booth, where Unazuki was handing a little girl and rabbit plushie. Mamoru blew his bangs out of his eyes.
"And you?"
The stranger laughed sadly once more. "My fiance called off our wedding. Said that she was in love with someone else." Mamoru stiffened. It couldn't be… could it?
"I'm sorry," he managed to get out. The stranger smiled.
"I'll be fine. She never was really too committed in the relationship anyway. As long as she's happy, I am too."
"I found coffee beans!" Motoki shouted, exiting the pantry. Upon seeing the two men, he rose an eyebrow.
"Hey Motoki. Mind brewing me one too?" the stranger asked. Motoki nodded, beginning to start up the machine.
"Sure thing." He filled up two mugs and slid them over to the guys, giving Mamoru a confused look. The man sitting next to him reached into his pocket and groaned.
"Left my wallet in the car. I'll be right back." He stood up and walked out the glass doors, keeping his head low. Motoki turned to his best friend, who was lifting his mug up to his lips.
"What?"
Motoki blinked. "What are you doing with Seiya?" Mamoru nearly fell out his seat, shaking the mug and spilling a few drops on the counter.
"As in…"
"Usagi's fiance," Motoki explained. Mamoru put down the coffee and stood up, stumbling over his own feet. Mamoru sprinted across the arcade, almost knocking down numerous small children
"Mamoru, what's going on?" Motoki called after him, but he was long gone.
The elevator couldn't go up fast enough. With every number that passed, Mamoru's heart rate seemed to speed up. He needed to see her. He needed to hold her. To kiss her.
The doors opened and he threw himself into the hallway. He had frantically called Rei and asked for her address, to which she had knowingly given it to him. Mamoru sped to her apartment complex, running multiple red lights and almost missing most of the turns.
He scanned the numbers as he ran. 30… 32… 34… 36…
His eyes landed on 38 B and he stopped dead in his tracks. The reality of the situation came crashing down on him. Usagi had broken up with her fiance for him. She completely changed her life to be with him. How could he trust himself with her? He managed to break her heart once, what if he did it again? He couldn't do that to her. He couldn't do that to himself.
Still, even after all that time, they never stopped loving each other. If they weren't meant to be together, they would have gotten over their feelings, right? Then again, loving each other didn't stop him from breaking up with her in the first place.
The door swung open, and Mamoru nearly fell over. Usagi made eye contact with him, her short hair pulled up into odango that barely reached her chin. His eyes drifted down to her left hand, noticing the absence of a certain ring. She followed his gaze and blinked at her bare hand before smiling at him with a slight nod.
Their bodies crashed into each other, their knees giving out as they collapsed to the floor. He squeezed her tightly, burying his face into her hair. Sobs escaped her mouth, and he rubbed her arm softly as he whispered reassurances into her ear. Usagi dug her fingers into his back, gripping Mamoru's shirt as he was going to vanish if she let go.
"Mamo-chan I…" she cried, a loud sob interrupting her.
"Shh, it's okay Usa. It's okay," he whispered. Usagi snuggled her face even farther into his chest, sniffling harshly.
"I love you," she confessed as she nuzzled her forehead against his body.
"I know," he murmured back, kissing the top of her head.
She pushed back slightly, her teary eyes connecting with his. She beamed, pulling the collar of his shirt down and meeting his lips in a sloppy, teary kiss. The feeling made his heart soar, as if the hole in his heart had magically amended itself. Every brush of her lips on his or touch of their tongues was like breathing air after suffocating for years.
Usagi gently pulled away, resting her forehead against his. He placed a kiss on her nose, unable to take the goofy smile off his face.
Mamoru twisted a stand of blonde hair around his finger. "You know, Odango, I kinda like the shorter twintails."
She laughed, and everything was right in the world.
Mamoru twirled Usagi around, her glistening, white dress billowing around her. She watched the room spin around her, taking in all of her friends and family's happy faces. She smiled widely as Mamoru pulled her back into his chest, his eyes soft as he led her across the room.
It was definitely not their first dance of the night, but every time he spun her or dipped her, she would get butterflies just like she did in their first rehearsal.
Mamoru's fingers played with the back of her dress, slightly tickling the skin underneath. She giggled at the contact, his smile growing every time the sweet noise would escape her lips.
The music changed, and he dipped her into a kiss. The crowd cheered, and she noticed the blush growing on Mamoru's cheeks. Usagi smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist. He played with her twintails as they swayed, the hair now reaching her mid-back. She snuggled into his chest, taking in his intoxicating scent of roses and coffee.
"May I cut in?" she heard a voice say from behind her. Usagi lifted her head up, smiling at the person behind her. She looked to Mamoru for reassurance, and he laughed.
"Go on. I need a bathroom break anyway," he told her, kissing her forehead before walking away.
Seiya extended his hand, and she took it into her own. They began to dance, and she looked at him happily.
"I didn't think you were going to come," she told him, a hint of playfulness in her voice. Seiya laughed.
"Come on, I needed to see you on your wedding day, even if the groom isn't me." Usagi smiled sadly.
"How's Kakyuu doing?" she asked, attempting to change the subject. Seiya's face immediately shifted into one of pure love, as he looked across the room at the Kinmokuian princess.
"She's great. I'm really happy to have found her." He smiled at Usagi, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "It really was for the best that we broke up. If we hadn't, I would never have been with Kakyuu and you wouldn't be getting married to Mamoru right now." Usagi nodded.
"Seiya, I've been meaning to say thank you. For everything. You really helped me through a tough situation, and I don't know what I would have done if it wasn't for you. Even though we didn't end up together, I don't regret a thing." Seiya tapped one of her buns.
"Same here, Dango." He stepped back, nodding toward the other side of the room where Mamoru was standing, watching the two interact. "Go. Your prince is waiting." They exchanged a bittersweet look before heading off in different directions.
Usagi curled into Mamoru's side as he slid an arm around her waist. "How's Seiya doing?" he asked as he rested his head on hers. She glanced over at Seiya and Kakyuu, who were locked in an embrace similar to the one they were in.
"Great. I'm really happy for him." She smiled at Mamoru, who was watching the couple on the other side of the room.
"They look really happy," he stated, returning his gaze to his bride. She could've melted at the love seeming to radiate from him. She smiled brightly and tightened her arms.
"Yeah." She threaded her fingers through his silky, black locks. "But I bet we're happier." Mamoru caressed her cheek as her heels subconsciously began to raise.
"Usa, there's no man in the world as happy as I am right now." He captured her lips, and she smiled into the kiss.
"Maybe not, but I can think of a happier woman," she confessed, feeling the corners of his mouth turn upward.
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