A/N: After battling the flu, pneumonia (yes, in that order), writer's block, and finals, I have finally risen from the ashes to send you this last chapter of Love Connection. Never in my wildest dreams would I imagine myself finishing a fic this long, and yet here I am. Thank you so much for your support, and I hope you will continue to support me afterwards (once I can finalize my thoughts on my new fic). I would love to hear any critique or whatever from you guys so that I can continue to improve. Once again, thank you!

Also HAPPY (belated) AOKAGA DAY

Kagami has many versatile qualities.

He can slam dunk a ball with his eyes closed and chow down twenty cheeseburgers in one sitting without breaking a sweat. Cooking is like second nature to him, and surfing the waves is a piece of cake.

Kagami is a flexible man, but choosing a present for somebody, especially when that certain somebody is a man named Aomine Daiki, is a hellish experience, which is why this is probably the most stress-inducing activity he has the misfortune to ever do.

And like many tribulations, it all began with a question.

"Kuroko, remember that time you asked me about what I was going to give Aomine for Christmas?"

Sitting across from him is Kuroko taking one huge slurp of his congratulatory milkshake. Once he is satisfied, he sets the cup down.

"Yes, I remember," he says.

Kagami knows he has a death wish when he admits, "I lied. I still don't know what to get."

He tightens up his muscles and waits for his shadow's response. He visibly flinches when Kuroko picks up his drink again, but there is still no scolding. Instead, Kuroko gives him radio silence.

Kagami makes a gulping sound. The silence is unnerving.

Then the baby blue-haired male makes his move; his actions all happen in a flash. A bulletproof vest could not even protect Kagami from Kuroko's wrath, and this is evident when he feels bony knuckles instantly stabbing his sides. They are sharp, almost as sharp as one of his kitchen knives. Those precise knuckles grind their way to his ribs, and the redhead gives out a loud squawk and immediately touches the area of the infliction.

His friend's hands are no longer on him, but Kuroko did enough damage.

As if he just didn't jab him thirty seconds ago, Kuroko resumes sipping his vanilla drink.

"Why didn't you?" he asks.

His tone of voice does not seem menacing, but Kagami can tell that he is incensed. His fingers are itching to get their hands on a globular object as a distraction from this mess, but a basketball doesn't magically appear in his hands.

"Well, I don't know what to give him." He scratches the back of his neck and complains, "What do you give a guy who practically has everything he wanted?"

The face Kuroko gives him can only be defined as a bitchface. Kagami cringes at the sight.

"Did you ask Aomine-kun?"

Kagami heaves a great sigh and says, "That's the problem. I did ask him."

He crumples up a napkin and expertly shoots it at the nearest wastebasket.

"And you know what that idiot told me?" he huffs.

Kagami pulls back the longer strands of his bangs to slightly alter his appearance. He furrows his brows and imitates his meathead of a soul mate by wearing his signature scowl. If he could, he would have spray-painted his brilliant scarlet hair to a classic royal blue or wore blue eye contacts as a nice touch.

He slouches against his seat and repeats Aomine's cocksure words from two days ago with the same, exact level of haughtiness in his drawl.

"You don't have to get me anything," he says dismissively. His scowl then switches into a flirty smirk. "You being here is all I want."

Kagami instantly breaks out of character and massages his face back to its usual self. He is not going to do that again anytime soon.

Kuroko comments, "I don't see the problem here. That sounds very smooth coming from Aomine." He takes a quick swig of his addiction to ponder over what he just said. "… But you should check if he was taking any medication when he said that."

"I'm being serious here, Kuroko," Kagami grits out. "The problem is that I have no clue on what to give him." He pounds his fist upon the tabletop. "And when I managed to pester him for an actual answer, that butthole told me to just get him a gift card!"

He loves Aomine. He really does, but boy, does that man know how to push his buttons.

"Everybody knows you won't get a concrete answer about what Aomine-kun wants for a gift unless you ask him a month in advance," Kuroko informs him.

"Great," Kagami groans in misery, "Now you tell me."

"Do not worry, Kagami-kun. I'm sure Aomine-kun will be happy with whatever you give him. After all, he is a simpleton like you."

"…"

"…"

"… You just insulted me, didn't you?"

This is Kuroko's cue to have some kind of snarky comeback, but Kagami makes a dismissive sigh and says, "I know he'll like whatever I get him. But…" he hesitates before saying, "… I wanted to get him something more meaningful than that…"

Like his ring from Tatsuya, he wants this gift to be a reminder of their bond. He hopes that with this gift, it can convey his complex feelings for Aomine to him. The latter already expressed his feelings for him, and the validity of those feelings strengthened ever since he gave him those basketball shoes. He wants Aomine to feel the same happiness he felt when he received his gift, and it's his goal to have those sapphire eyes sparkle with delight.

Sure, the red string that ties them together, all in all, is romantic by itself, but he doesn't want whatever he has with Aomine to be about one skimpy string. This is not about destiny or fate or whatever flowery word he can come up with at the moment. The string does not define them, and they do not define the string.

This is about staying by each other's side when the going gets tough. This is about learning and growing up together as individuals, maturing into a better person by each passing day.

This is about them and for them alone.

"Then don't think about what he wants."

Kagami tilts his head, confused by his friend's ambiguous words.

Kuroko simply smiles and rephrases, "Think about what he needs."

After their one-on-one match on the same night of their date, the two returned back to Kagami's apartment for a cold, refreshing shower. Kagami steps into the bathroom last while Aomine steps out to dry his cropped hair with a spare towel. The topless male makes himself at home and slumps into a sofa.

His idle thoughts are interrupted by the sound of rumbling water, and right from where he is sitting, Kagami is showering a few meters away. This entire scenario could be written straight from a porno, but Aomine bats away the thought of joining his beloved because at this very moment, his phone begins ringing. His screen flashes his mother's name.

Ten minutes later Kagami emerges from his bathroom, leaving a trail of steam behind him. Traces of white smoke cling to his skin, but it will disappear in no time as his body regulates itself back to normal temperature. He stumbles upon Aomine standing at the middle of the living room.

He appears to be talking on the phone with an unknown stranger, so Kagami takes this opportunity as a chance to heatedly rove his eyes over Aomine's naked skin and focuses on every line, every mole, and every imperfection he can grasp. The navy-haired male seems more handsome this way, relaxed and oozing pheromones at a deathly rate of five doses per second. It makes his heart clench.

He might as well pluck out the organ beating within his chest.

His mind is about to wander into its own trip to the gutter, but he starts to pay attention when he catches small snippets of Aomine's conversation.

His boyfriend sounds more pensive than usual. "… Yes… How did you know?"

Then Kagami hears a silent curse. "Yes, yes… I understand."

Aomine stays silent for a couple of moments until he explosively responds with, "You can't last minute me like this!"

Then he gasps as he realizes his mistake. In a speedy recovery, he retracts the phone away from his ear. As if the device would detonate any second, without a moment to spare, Aomine covers its speakers and looks away. Despite his valiant efforts, Kagami can still hear screeching at the other end. The woman's ferocity behind the phone makes him wince.

When the voice from the device slowly dies down to a more tolerable volume, Aomine brings the phone back to his ear.

"…Sorry…" he mutters under his breath.

More sounds of disagreement are extracted from him, but he manages to appease the caller and finally finishes the call.

"Yes," he miserably whines and ends the conversation with a click.

Kagami inches closer to comfort his pouting soul mate and initiates a hug. He wraps his clothed arms around Aomine's neck with his hands locked behind his luscious locks. His nose nuzzles closer to his collarbone, and Aomine makes a slight chuckle when his crimson hair tickles him.

"You're more touchy-feely today," he throatily comments.

"You smell good," Kagami gruffly replies.

There is more to that statement, but he would rather die than confess how much he craves for the other's touch.

However, that does not stop him from pressing his tender lips against Aomine's jugular. Kagami does not go any further than touching the span of his pigmented neck with his lips because he is too drunk with love to suck an alluring patch of skin and leave a mark. Besides, there is no desperate need to mark his territory yet because his existence is already tattooed into Aomine's life.

He makes a contented sound and breathes, "Who was that?"

Aomine peevishly answers, "My mom."

"Why did she call us?"

"Satsuki told her that we were going on our first date today, so she's mad that I didn't tell her."

"Figures," Kagami says, amused.

However, Aomine doesn't crack a smile and instead continues to wear his broody expression. The crimson-haired male is not always in tune with his soul mate's emotions, but he can still make a hunch. He leads them to the plush sofa and waits until Aomine sits down along with him. He caresses his strong jawline with his knuckles and whispers solemnly, "What else did your mother say?"

"She invited us to come to dinner." Then Aomine puckers his face as if he just downed a glass of unsweetened lemon juice.

"That, by any means, does not sound like an invitation," Kagami sniggers.

Disgruntled, Aomine adds, "She also wants you to sleep over tonight."

"I'll pack lightly," he responds.

Aomine furrows his brows and massages his temples, still upset over these turn of events. "I'm not even mentally ready for this."

Undeterred by his boyfriend's negativity, Kagami stands up with his hands on his hips and announces, "I'll start packing."

Aomine groans.

Kagami sneaks a glance over his shoulder and finds Aomine in a stooped position. Exasperated, he rolls his eyes and fondly ruffles his damp hair.

"Don't worry," he promises reassuringly, "I'll behave."

There is no response.

He bends over and leaves a chaste peck at the crown of his head.

"Act least act overjoyed that I'm spending time with you," he jokingly says.

"I question why I love you sometimes," he adds and glides back to his room because he should change into something more decent in front of Aomine's parents.

While this is going on, Aomine's world is imploding into a million bits.

The man with darker skin is comically stock-still, staring at the blank, white wall as if its appearance would contain the answers to his nonsensical universe. Like a broken record, his mind continues to replay Kagami's closing sentence and nitpicks them word by word.

I question why I love you sometimes.

… I love you sometimes…

… I love you…

That's it, he thinks, there truly is a God somewhere.

This is the sweetest progress he could ever imagine and would probably downright convert if he hears Kagami say "I love you" again in a different context because progress, no matter how big or small it is, is still progress. What Kagami uttered is a milestone.

He contemplates his life some more but is so smitten like a love-struck schoolgirl that he does not notice his boyfriend's return until a soft, blue object coils around his bare neck. Aomine blinks and automatically grasps the royal blue pashmina scarf in his hands. He slowly strokes the delicate material until his fingers reach the stringy tassels at the end.

"What's this?"

Kagami plops next to Aomine, lowers the duffel bag hanging from his shoulders and replies, "Your belated Christmas present."

Kagami's is aware that his listening skills are not the greatest, which may or may not have contributed to his sinking grades, but he can recall Momoi complaining about Aomine's bad habit of sleeping on the roofs and his absurd pride of never getting sick. Taking Kuroko's sensible advice into consideration, he decided that Aomine Daiki deserves a freaking scarf. Despite his cockiness, there may come a time when Aomine will be attacked by the influenza.

Kagami does not move, mind racing of the possible setbacks compiled into this one gift.

For one, Aomine might hate scarves.

Who knows, he thinks offhandedly, maybe Aomine has really sensitive skin and is prone to getting nasty rashes…

…

Did he just hand his soul mate a scarf that could potentially kill him? Did he even consider why Aomine rarely wears a scarf? Forget how lame and utterly blasé it is, this scarf could be a potential choking hazard to-

His escalating thoughts brake to a screeching halt.

No, he tells himself, this gift is special. He spent countless hours researching which material and what type of scarf would be worthy enough to be adorned around his soul mate's neck. He dragged an annoyed Kuroko from one store to next, unraveling layers and layers of scarves in front of the other until his friend swore off scarves forever. His hands have studied and touched cashmere, cotton, silk, and wool. His fingers are so intimate with the textures that if he was blindfolded, he wouldn't be surprised if he could identify which is which if he was within a foot of it.

This very gift, the one he went through painstaking means to obtain it, is special because Aomine, the one who is worth going through all of that, is special.

A faint whisper disturbs the saturated silence.

"… anks…"

Kagami whips his head back to openly stare at Aomine, who is forcibly making piddling motions with his hands.

Still, he did not catch what he just said, so he dumbly slips out, "Huh?"

He did not know that it is humanly possible for his soul mate to turn into a darker shade of red, and though the man is renowned for being an agile player, his current actions are not justifying that claim. He attempts unfurling the scarf from his cervical area, but he fumbles with his movements, making it seem as if the whole process is a struggle.

"Do you… like it?" Kagami asks warily.

Aomine's momentary scuffle with his gift is put on hold.

"Of course I like it. I love it."

Miraculously, he manages to untangle the scarf and frees his neck from its clutches, but even through all that, the slight tinge on his cheeks still remains.

Then, while his beloved is trying to will down the fluttering in his chest, he covers Kagami's eyes with the blue cloth, purposefully obstructing his sight. He deftly ties the ends of the scarf into a tight, neat bow at the back of Kagami's head without delay, and at the pace of a snail, he slowly pulls his hand back, allowing his touch to linger a second further.

The change in the redhead's breathing does not go unnoticed.

Aomine cups the side of his soul mate's immaculate face, brings it closer to him, and swipes his thumb against those voluptuous lips for good measure. He can't help but smirk when he reads the uncertainty written into Kagami's misshapen eyebrows.

"Aomine?" he hears Kagami call out.

As usual, his heart is ready to burst.

"Thank you," he softly breathes into Kagami's ear, "Thank you for everything… Taiga."

"I hate you."

"I love you, too."

"You are the worst."

In approximately 200 steps from now, the bumbling duo will approach the front doorstep of the Aomine residence, so distance is obviously not the reason why their arrival is later than the expected time.

"I said I was sorry. Besides, you got payback, didn't you?"

Aomine's pettiness only serves to fan the flames of Kagami's anger.

"Apologizing is not going to make this," he gripes curtly and yanks his collar to exhibit a conspicuous, polka-dotted band aid covering a good portion of his lower neck, "Disappear."

Aomine radiates his signature smirk, which vexes him even more, so he spitefully pokes where he, too, left a sizeable hickey on his boyfriend's neck. Kagami smugly grins when he sees his idiot squawk like a cockatoo, but even though the short revenge felt good, it still does not resolve his dilemma.

"It's unfair," he grumbles and straightens up his collar to conceal the source of his embarrassment, "At least you have a scarf to hide it. Your parents are going to have the wrong idea and think that I'm some horny teenager."

"Just tell them that you were cooking with oil and a bit splattered on your neck."

"Only you would believe a lame excuse like that," he says dryly.

Aomine looks personally offended and argues, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you're an idiot," he drawls back.

Aomine swerves around, facing Kagami head-on.

"You're right," he agrees, "I am an idiot."

The self-proclaimed idiot makes his first bold move and intertwines his fingers with Kagami's, smiling even wider when he tugs him closer.

"After all," he says in a hushed voice as if he was revealing a heavily guarded secret rather than a shard of his own feelings, "I'm an idiot for falling in love with you."

Kagami is at a loss for words, too charmed by his smooth lines. They struck a chord, and the memories of the last time Aomine professed his love to him came over him like a tidal wave.

However, the moment is ruined when somebody makes an awkward cough.

"Boys, I would love to stick around for the proposal, but I'm kind of starving over here so would it be too much to ask if you can finish up quickly?"

The power forwards reacted all at once, and Kagami turns his head to see the owner of that velvety voice.

He blinks once.

Then he blinks twice.

He blinks three more times for good measure and rubs his eyes just to be sure, but Aomine's identical twin is still there.

Once he figures that the doppelganger standing before him is indeed Aomine's father and not a trick or ruse, he stays where he is and gapes. His blubbering boyfriend obviously inherited his looks from his father. Upon a closer inspection, there are a few minor differences he can differentiate such as the way his father's muscles are not as toned, not as defined as his son's. There are also crow's feet etched at the corners of his eyes, adding a mature side to his youthful face. The man now wears a bemused expression and moves his head in a come-hither motion.

Kagami tersely nods, and with his hand on one shoulder, he shakes his boyfriend out of his mortification and steers the poor boy to the right direction. Once they reach the entryway, Kagami toes off his shoes and follows Aomine's example by placing them outside.

"I'm home!" Aomine announces.

A curvaceous woman with waist-length ebony hair tied up into a ponytail pops out of nowhere, and with a dazzling smile intact, she steps closer to greet her guest of honor. Her husband appears, too, with a gentle smile matching hers. Kagami, with his heart pounding at an erratic speed, quickly bows down. A meeting of this magnitude puts him in a tizzy, but he swallows down this unfounded nausea and wills himself to calm down.

He takes a deep breath before he says, "My name is Kagami Taiga. It is nice to finally meet you. Thank you for having me over tonight!"

Aomine cannot stop the trembling, but he can suppress his guffaws by stuffing his face into the scarf.

A brief moment passes over, and the woman laughs aloud instead, filling the room with her ineffable, joyous sound. Kagami doesn't know why, but her laughter bulldozes his anxiousness right away. His lips curve into smile, infected by her indescribable merriment.

"No need for such stuffy formalities," says the woman and makes a point of this by swatting the air. "You can call us by our names. My name is Youko, and this handsome man right here is my husband, Akihito."

She shamelessly wraps her arms around her spouse's waist with hooded eyes and asks him the million-dollar question of the day.

"So, what do you feel about eating hot pot tonight?"

Aomine is pretty confident that his mother wouldn't bat an eye if she sees the pronounced, glaring red mark on his neck. She would most likely shrug her shoulders at the sight and would continue on with her life, so he's not that concerned if on the off chance Kagami accidentally reveals his love bite. After all, his parents practically display their affections to each other daily. Actually, now that Aomine gives it a second thought, they would probably encourage it as long as it is consensual.

However, his own mark is a different case.

"Daiki, remove that scarf. You are going to dirty it."

Aomine possessively tightens his grip on the fabric around his neck. He has to think fast.

"But I like this," he whines pathetically, "Taiga gave it to me."

Once he makes that remark, all attention is directed towards his soul mate, whose eyes are currently screaming bloody murder in his general vicinity. Dealing with Kagami's wrath is preferable in his honest opinion because he wants to preserve what is rightfully his. The moment Kagami's scorching lips seared the surface of his skin is the moment he decided to protect this memory at all costs.

His neck throbs as he remembers the stinging pain, the erotic pleasure that came afterwards. His ears remember Kagami's keening moans, the way his pants blended with his as he teasingly licks a stripe across his neck. After Kagami's initial outrage of finding the fresh bite, his eyes remember watching the very same man looking at himself in front of the mirror, subtly caressing the bruise with a tenderness Aomine rarely sees, and the beautiful sight invokes some kind of carnal hunger within him.

Aomine closes his eyes and remembers everything- the embarrassment, the lust, the passion, and most importantly, the delight emanating from Kagami's expressions.

As he dwells over this fond memory, his concentration is broken when his mother calls his name again for the nth time. Her stern voice breaks the spell, and Aomine is left dazed and confused.

"W-what?" he stutters.

His mother sighs and shoots Kagami a witting side-glance.

"See what I have to deal with here?"

Kagami smiles knowingly despite not knowing Aomine for a full year.

His mother refocuses her black, shrewd eyes back on her son.

Then, in her proudest voice, she says, "There is a box of flavored condoms I left beneath your bathroom sink just in case. You're welcome."

Kagami widens his eyes; Aomine inwardly groans.

Aomine's father simply nods to show his support and adds another mouthful of food in his mouth.

Aomine often forgets that his mother does not have a filter about bringing up these subjects during dinner, and proof of this is when she reminds him, "Remember to get yourself tested before you do any further sexual activities, Daiki."

Well, with her yapping on and about in front of his boyfriend, there is a 100 percent chance he won't be able to do anything.

His mother probably interpreted his stunned silence as permission to interact with Kagami.

She tells him, "I recommend using the grape-flavored one. Surprisingly, it tastes pretty okay."

Kagami's withering look is his answer.

His expression has not been overlooked, which is why his mother adds in a cheery tone, "Trust me," and thumps against her chest audaciously. "It doesn't taste like that nasty grape-flavored medicine you see in the stores, but I understand if you're not completely sold to the idea."

Aomine is pretty sure he is not sold to the whole idea in general.

Then the woman shrugs, "You can always stick to strawberry."

Aomine rashly pushes his chair backwards and winces when the bottom screeches against the floor. He wishes he could die of humiliation today. He doesn't know if he can recover from this.

"Mom," he grits his teeth, "I don't need the box."

This is it, he thinks. This is how his relationship will end.

The clincher of these shenanigans, though, is when his mother reassures him with, "Don't worry. Not all of the condoms are for you."

The horrific part of this conversation is when she ends it with a wink, and at this point, Aomine is not sure if this entire fiasco was intentional or not.

Dinner has ended, and Aomine really wants to call it a day.

"Just dump your bag anywhere you like," he gruffly instructs.

Kagami scans the room for an appropriate spot to lay his belongings and silently notes how much tidier it is compared to the last time he visited. He muses over how long it has been since he stepped foot into this room. Lined in an orderly fashion on the walls are photos, new and old. They all seem to follow a timeline, and he wonders if he could surmise Aomine's life story from these pictures.

He echoes out his next thoughts. "How are your parents so chill with me sleeping here?"

Aomine leans back against the wall with folded arms and says, "They know I won't touch you with them under this roof."

"You wouldn't?"

Aomine wrinkles his nose as a response to the question. "Of course I won't," he shudders, "From what you've seen from them, I'll only be begging for a death wish if I did."

Kagami laughs.

"If you're uncomfortable, though," Aomine offers while nervously tapping his foot, "I can lay out a futon, or better yet, I can sleep on the couch."

"As if I would allow that," is Kagami's reply.

While he carefully plucks off the buttons of his button-down shirt, he quietly says, "I had fun back there. It was a bit awkward, but… it has been a while since I had a dinner that lively."

Aomine, who was enjoying the show, patters across the room until he is in front of Kagami. He snorts as he sees the cute polka-dotted band aid the idiot slapped on earlier and slides a finger around the lines. Kagami shivers.

"Your parents," he continues with a strained voice, "They're a lovely couple. I can see why you're so spoiled."

"I'm not spoiled," Aomine harrumphs.

He then pushes Kagami to his queen bed and shortly joins him.

"Do you mind if I ask you something?" Kagami asks.

"You already did," Aomine answers cheekily.

Kagami gives him a stabbing poke, but he doesn't regret a single word.

"I'm being serious here, Ahomine."

The blue-haired male playfully twirls the red string with his fingers, but upon Kagami's insistence, he raises his eyes and says, "Go ahead. I'm all ears."

Kagami takes a deep breath, his mind formulating the best method to ask about this overlaying curiosity ever since he met Aomine's parents.

"Do your parents know… about your hardships during middle school?"

There is only silence, and Kagami doesn't miss the way Aomine visibly holds his breath or the way he shrinks away. It is like seeing the ghost of Aomine's past, and though he is typically afraid of ghosts, Kagami doesn't cower away in fear or scream out a blood-curdling scream. He can only feel pure sadness and pure heartache.

"You don't have to answer," he says hurriedly, "You don't have to-"

"No, they don't," Aomine whispers. "I didn't want them to know."

Within the realm of school, boredom was his middle name. Disinterest was a common adjective associated with him, and at that point, he didn't care because he was already labeled a monster, a freak of nature. He used to shirk off his duties during those years, but home was different. Home is where he would pretend to be the kid he used to be before basketball became boring, before he became the monster everyone envisioned him to be. It hurt to do so, but his parents were living in domestic bliss. Aomine doesn't want to ruin that image with his teenage angst. His parents don't deserve that from him. No family does.

Strong arms cloud his vision. He is being hugged.

"You can tell me more when you're ready," he hears.

"Thanks," he mumbles against his shirt.

Kagami clicks his tongue. "We both have a lot of talking to do in the future," he groans.

"Yeah," Aomine says in an exasperated sigh.

Once again, there is silence, but this silence is a much more comfortable than the last one with the two plainly staring into each other's eyes.

"I have a question for you."

Kagami mushes his face further into the mattress with a sheepish grin graced upon his beautiful face.

"Shoot. What's your question?"

Hopefully it doesn't involve with him bleeding his heart.

Aomine purposefully tugs off his scarf since they are now in a private setting. A devilish smirk crosses his face when Kagami subconsciously licks his lips.

"Want to make a bet?"

"About what?"

"Whose hickey is bigger?"

"Of course you would make a bet out of this," Kagami says as he rolls his eyes.

"Do you accept or not?"

"What do you take me for? You're on," he says as he gratefully accepts the challenge. "Now what are the terms?"

THE END

A/N: I would like to thank Sapphyre Lily (dang it, I should have made them split), Guest #1 (I know right?!), Guest #2 (Kagami can try to be romantic, but we know who will win in that department *wink), Absalon95 (I'm glad you liked their date! You have no idea how much I stressed over the location. Thank you!), Guest #3 (Still deciding if I should write this god fic Au or this gomxkagami one where Kagami is a cupid. Who knows, I might change my mind and write an Alpha/Omega Au), Ritsu22 (So much lovey dovey, I got secondhand embarrassment), Fantita (YES TO ALL THE MOVIE QUOTES), Yukaianne (Welcome back into the fandom! Thank you so much for your input. I'm always afraid if I made these two dorks out of character or something.), and Guest #4 (*salutes* I will!) for the wonderful reviews that kept me going. And thank you everybody, for being part of this awesome fandom.