[Fanfic] Remember [Chapter 16]
Title: Remember [Chapter 16] - FINAL
Rating: T
Fandom: Eyeshield 21/CLAMP (Crossover)
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely Riichiro Inagaki and Yuusuke Murata for Eyeshield 21 and CLAMP.
Summary: In a volatile world where even his black book holds no power, Hiruma must help Mamori fight and recover her lost memories before he loses her forever. AU. Crossover. HiruMamo.
Notes: This is it, everyone, the final chapter! It had taken me about one and a half years to complete this (please excuse the ridiculously long break I took in between) but I cannot tell you how happy I am to see this finally reach its end.
A gentle reminder that there are small bits of spoilers in the beginning as I focus on Sakura's side of the story. They're pretty vague, and you'll only get it if you read the manga, but other than that, it shouldn't give out too much that it would ruin your reading experience (I hope!). If it does, let me know and I'll make my warning clearer!
I have more to say at the end, so enjoy the final chapter of Remember! ❤
~*~
"Yes... Yes, it's been settled. Thank you for all of your help," Sakura laughed softly as she held the phone receiver close to her. "You're right, we may be needing it soon. Thank you once again."
Looking rather content, Sakura placed the antique phone gently back in to it's cradle and proceeded to walk out of the large Li Manor residence in Japan. While their real home was in Hong Kong, Sakura had moved to Japan upon seeing a dream that involved her son’s fate that would someday lead him heading towards the lair of The Dimension Witch. It was an unavoidable fate, one which brought her fear once in a while as the future was filled with uncertainty.
Pushing hear fears out of the way, Sakura continued to make her way out. While the Li Manor in Hong Kong was more impressive, the sheer size of their residence in Japan never ceases to amaze her. Her husband, Li Syaoran admitted that the size of their home and the power the Li household has was intimidating. Having managed to bring in Anezaki Mamori despite obviously being hospitalised was a grand feat of its own that only the Li family could ever accomplish. But being born into the Li family was a privilege he vowed to never take for granted.
Stepping out of the manor, she headed towards the large Chinese garden, similar to the grand sight that can be found in the original Li Manor grounds. Orchids and peonies had been perfectly grown in place in the enclosed garden, and a small, calm lake littered with lotuses lay right in the middle, allowing a beautiful and traditional pavilion to stand tall and distinct. Near the pavilion, she could hear the sounds of her son shouting in rhythm along with her husband. She headed towards the small lake where she watched her husband and her son practicing sword stances and attacks, her son mimicking his father's moves. But the moment her son laid eyes on Sakura, he dropped his sword and ran excitedly towards her. "Mama!"
Sakura quickly bent down and embraced her son, "Good morning, Tsu-chan. Practicing hard, I see?"
Tsu-chan nodded his head vigorously. "Papa's teaching me a lot today!"
"Is that so? Are you tired?"
"A little bit, I woke up really early today..." Tsu-chan frowned a little, then he smiled brightly. "But I like it! It's fun because I'm with Papa!"
Syaoran approached them, shaking his head while chuckling. "He gets over excited sometimes and pushes himself in the process... but he learns quick. I'm proud of him."
Tsu-chan perked up, jumped out of his mother's arms and ran towards his father. "Really, papa? Do you really think so?"
"That's right," Syaoran patted his son's head. "Now head back in and take a bath. We'll have breakfast together after that and I can start teaching you more basics on martial arts."
Tsu-chan cheered loudly as he ran towards the manor. "Tsu-chan, be careful!" Sakura called out to him, but her words fell on deaf ears as the boy sped up instead. Sakura sighed, but she smiled contentedly to herself. "I'm glad that he's happy..."
Syaoran approached Sakura from behind and held her briefly. "Of course he is... he's our son after all." Syaoran kissed his wife's left temple, and then he held her hand as they both walked along the lake together. "How are those two?"
"They're fine," said Sakura. "They're still resting but Hiruma-san told me he could leave in the afternoon."
"That's a bit quick."
"I warned him about that, but he said he'd rather not waste time," Sakura smiled knowingly. "He has a lot planned after all, and he's regained most of his sight now. Are you sure you can still teach Tsu-chan? You didn't get to sleep at all throughout the night."
"Neither did you..." Syaoran looked at Sakura seriously. "Have you spoken to Yuuko-san?"
Sakura nodded. "There were some last minute changes to the prices being paid. But it seems Yuuko-san expected it all."
"As knowing as always," Syaoran commented. "But what were those changes?"
"It was Hiruma-san's payment for Anezaki-san's safe return," Sakura explained. "After meeting Anezaki-san for the last time in that dream world, Maasa-chan approached me. She wanted to strike a deal with me to ensure Anezaki-san's happiness the moment she returned to the real world."
"And that was?"
"In order to ensure Hiruma-san wouldn't forget her, in the end, Maasa-chan paid the price. And that was everybody's memories of her." Sakura suddenly felt light headed and stopped in her tracks, stumbling a little. Syaoran quickly supported her, obviously worried. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little tired..."
"Sakura..."
Sakura shook her head. "I'm fine. Anyway, I asked Maasa-chan if she was sure that was what she wanted. Once I grant that, there will be no trace of her left in this world, she would have ceased to exist. The fire that happened in the kindergarten is now nothing more than an old electrical wiring that went wrong during the earthquake. There were no casualties, no signs she was even in there. The worst part is that she would be condemned to stay in that world of darkness, unable to be reborn as her soul would be fully claimed by the darkness. But she said it was all right... that she wanted her teacher to be happy, to be free of the burden Maasa-chan herself had created."
"And so instead of Hiruma-san paying the price of Anezaki-san's return, it was Maasa-chan who paid for it instead." Syaoran led her to a nearby bench for Sakura to sit down and rest. "Was it all right for such a young soul to be condemned in that way?"
Sakura leaned against her husband, sighing. "I agree, it was harsh. I hazily remember this as a possible route, but I agreed in the end because I knew this was what Maasa-chan really wanted. She didn't want people mourning for her, especially since she felt as if her existence meant so little. She wanted her parents to be free as well to lead the lives that they wanted, without being held back over her lost presence. All in all, Maasa-chan thought it was the right thing to do. But..."
Syaoran watched Sakura's face gently turn towards his, smile back in place. "I also foresaw another possibility that came true..."
~*~
It had been a long night, and despite being exhausted from having her major work done, Sakura stayed up knowing it wasn't over just yet. She went into the kitchen and brewed herself a pot of herbal tea, then sitting by one of the tables near the dishes and cups, she poured a cup for herself and was drinking it slowly when Mamori walked in. "I'm sorry to disturb you..." said Mamori, looking rather worn out from the night's events.
"It's fine," Sakura smiled as she got up to get another teacup and proceeded to pour her some tea. "I had a feeling you would come see me."
Sakura passed the cup to her, which Mamori meekly accepted. "Then... you will know what this is about," said Mamori, staring into the cup as wisps of steam rose above it.
Sakura took another sip of her tea, a solemn look on her face. "I suppose I do," she replied. "How is Hiruma-san?"
"He's fine," Mamori looked up at Sakura, smiling a little. "He had a hard time letting me go, but he was clearly exhausted and needed more rest. Li-san is attending to him now, he told me you'd be here. I have a favour to ask of you..."
Sakura nodded. "I think I know what you're about to ask of me... you do realise what you're asking for could be hard on you..."
"I don't mind!" Mamori quickly replied. "I know it would be simple of me to just walk away right now, scot free of everything that has happened. But I don't think I can live with myself knowing that I've caused so much pain to others. There's still something that I can do, I know it... and I think you can help me with this."
"I might..." said Sakura. "What is it that you wish to be granted?"
"Hiruma-kun's right arm..." Mamori replied, her earnest, serious gaze locked on to Sakura's face. "I know that it was his payment to enter that dream world. He didn't want to say anything, but just now I could tell that his right arm was hurting him. I know that I can't ask of you to heal it fully, and it still won't ensure that he'll play American Football again, but I would like to bear half of the burden... if that is possible."
With a faint smile, Sakura replied, "It is possible... but it will not be an easy road for you."
"I'll take it," Mamori replied with determination.
Sakura nodded. "Hiruma-san's arm will never fully heal, you are right about that. But the pain he is going through now, you can bear that in his stead but only partially. He will still experience extreme pain the moment he over-exerts his arm... but instead of experiencing pain constantly as was the initial agreement, you will go through that instead. It'll always be there, a disturbing, aching feeling within your right arm... you could get used to it, but it will limit your movements a lot."
Mamori listened to every word intently, when something dawned in her mind. "Wait... that means there's a chance he could still play American Football?"
"He could, but it won't be an easy road for him," said Sakura. "It won't be an easy road for the both of you to be honest. But... if it's any comfort, you'll both be together."
Smiling a warm smile, Mamori nodded. "After everything we've been through, I don't think being apart is really possible. Still... even if there's that small chance that Youichi can play again if I take on this burden, then I will do it. I will pay that price."
"It's settled then--"
"There's still one more thing."
Taking another sip of tea, Sakura nodded at Mamori to carry on.
"Maasa-chan... is still stuck in that dark world, isn't she?"
Finishing her tea, Sakura put aside her cup and sighed. "Yes, she is."
Mamori bit her lip. "What do I have to pay to get her out of there?"
Sakura looked at Mamori with a worried expression. "Are you sure you want to take this on, too? Physical pain is one thing, but this will be..."
"Maasa-chan did something to ensure Youichi would remember me, didn't she?" Mamori blinked, holding back her tears. "I... won't ask. Not yet. Just tell me what I would have to take on to help her be free."
Sakura frowned, her brows knitted in worry. "In order for Hiruma-san to not pay for the price of your safe return, it was paid instead with everyone's memories of her. So now, no one remembers her... not her teachers, nor her friends... not even her parents. She doesn't exist in this world. She remains only in that dark world where no soul or sound can reach her."
Mamori rubbed her eyes, doing her best not to cry, as she was clearly exhausted from it. "T-then... what can I do?"
Sakura closed her eyes and sighed. "You... will be the one to remember her."
Mamori looked at Sakura, unable to hide her surprise. "... Eh?"
"It will not be easy... Maasa-chan made her existence cease to exist on purpose to keep people from suffering over her death. But in order for her to leave that dark world and move on, someone here must suffer for her and mourn her lost existence. This will mean nightmares over her death, Anezaki-san, moments where her darkest times will come and haunt you. Those dark feelings may come and threaten you again, ready to consume you the moment you let it in. There's a risk you could fall again..."
"No..."
Sakura looked up at Mamori curiously, a strong expression adorned the younger woman's face. "Anezaki-san?"
"No, I will not fall again," Mamori repeated with more determination. "I learnt something when I was in that world... I know how much pain and sadness is capable of consuming you. But I also learnt how I can overcome it. And that's through love... constant love, unwavering love, unselfish and always true. I was foolish to believe I had lost it... when in reality, it was always with me in abundance. So that's why I know I can take this on, Sakura-san..." Mamori smiled assuringly. "I will bear that burden if this would mean setting Maasa-chan free. Everything will be all right."
Sakura was shocked at first, her emerald eyes wide open at what Mamori had just said. Then she smiled and laughed an amused laugh to herself, leaving Mamori confused. Sakura shook her head as an apology, got up and then held Mamori in a warm embrace. "That's true, everything will be all right. You have experienced a darkness very few would have ever survived, so there is no doubt you can pull through this as well. So I must thank you for reminding me that no matter what burdens we may carry, or how dark the road before us may be, everything... everything will be all right."
Mamori was still a little confused by Sakura's reaction, but she nodded and hugged Sakura back. "Thank you..."
"Your wish shall be granted. So stay strong, Anezaki Mamori."
~*~
"Ah, that's right..." Syaoran smiled down at his wife. "Everything will be all right, especially with what we will have to face soon enough. Even if everything looks dark and troubled for us as we live in this paradox world, I promised you when he was born that I will protect you and our son, and I fully intend to stick to my word."
Sakura leaned her head against her husband's chest, enjoying the rhythm of his heartbeat and the calmness of their surroundings. "And I will be with you..." Sakura whispered. "No matter what future we will face, I will be with you, Syaoran...
And Tsubasa."
A woman with long black hair wearing a simple black dress looked at the papers she held in her hand, sighing to herself. Her face was filled with concern and sadness, and she wasn't holding back her tears. A gentle breeze caressed her for a moment, before a strong gust took her by surprise and a few of the papers flew from her hand. "Ah! No!" she cried out as she attempted to retrieve them.
The papers scattered around the pathway towards the building she was about to enter. As she did her best to gather them, another woman that had just emerged from the building quickly came forward to help pick her papers up, quietly getting them all before passing the sheaf back to her with a bright smile. "Here you go!"
The woman stared curiously at the person who had just helped her. She had short brown hair with blue eyes and there were burn scars near her ears. She was wearing a cream coloured dress that reached just around her knees, her legs were encased in white stockings paired with lovely white shoes. But she wore a black cardigan that covered her arms and her top torso. The woman's eyes wandered from the hand she received the papers from to the her left hand that held a bouquet of bright jasmine flowers.
And the woman couldn't help but notice the silver ring on her left hand as it glittered warmly under the sun. "Thank you..." the woman replied as she attempted to rearrange her papers.
"I'm sorry if I seem intrusive but I couldn't help but notice they were divorce papers." Her smile changed to a look of concern. "And you don't really look well. Are you sure you're all right?"
The woman realised that tears were still falling freely down her face. She quickly rubbed them away in embarrassment. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"Don't apologise! Here!" With her free hand, she pulled out a tissue packet from her pocket and passed it to the woman. "They were giving these out for free. But I think you need it more than I do."
The woman wanted to decline, she really didn't want to accept these acts of kindness, especially since it felt like it was out of pity. But there was a warmth radiating from this woman, a happiness that seemed familiar. "You're very kind..." said the woman as she accepted the tissue packet.
"I also want to give you this..." She now pulled out a Jasmine flower from her bouquet and held it out to the woman.
"... Why?"
"It's a token of comfort from me," she replied. "I don't know what you're going through, but I can see that it is wearing you down. I just hope that this flower will help give you some form of comfort, a sweet memory perhaps of something you've lost long ago."
In normal cases, the woman would have thought she was insane. But the smell of jasmine caught the woman's attention and she instinctively reached out and took it from her. She drew the flower close, breathing the scent in and just like the brown-haired woman had said, it managed to soothe her worries for a moment. "It's strange but... you're right. It does feel comforting. I've always loved flowers, jasmine especially... That's why I knew if I ever had a daughter I'd call her Maasa...."
The woman stopped herself. Eyes wide at this thought. She could not remember when such a thought had crossed her mind... why had she planned a name for a daughter? Tears welled up in her eyes again. "Oh... that's so strange," she said. "I don't know why, but my heart suddenly felt very warm, it’s like a joy I lost many years ago has returned."
"That's good," said the other woman. "It shows that there is still hope. I would have given you my whole bouquet if that would help you but..."
"Mamori!"
A blonde haired man in a tuxedo was standing on the other side of the road. He called out to the other woman, who quickly waved at him and did some strange hand signals before turning back to the woman with an apologetic smile. "I have to go. My husband is waiting for me." She blushed faintly at the mention of 'husband' and then she bowed respectfully before rushing towards her husband. The woman watched her with a bemused smile for a moment before shouting at her, "Congratulations and thank you so much!"
As Mamori bowed once more at her before holding on to her husband's arm, the woman looked at the papers in her hands one last time before pulling out her phone. She put the phone close to her ear as she walked into the building and said, "I need to see you... yes, it's about the divorce... No, I haven't signed the papers yet and I know you haven't too... Yes...
Let's talk this through properly."
"You sure took your fucking time, the Fucking Shorty and Skates aren’t going to shut up when we get there," said Youichi, as Mamori held on to his right arm, looking rather proud of herself.
"I'm sorry I told you to wait... It was just a rare chance for me to settle something for a certain someone," Mamori smiled to herself. Despite having occasional nightmares about that certain someone, causing her pain at times, she realised it had also made her develop a certain connection with her. Did you see that, Maasa-chan? Your mother still holds you deep in her heart even though she has forgotten you...
While Youichi raised his eyebrow, he didn’t comment further on the issue. "Keh, I'm sure it was worth wasting 5 fucking minutes over. If we're late, I'll blame you for it, Fucking Manager."
"Stop calling me that!" Mamori frowned. "Seriously, after all these years of being more than just a manager to you, I can't believe you're still sticking to that nickname!"
Youichi looked at Mamori for a moment before breaking into a grin. "You're right... you need a new nickname now that we’ve officially registered our marriage. How about..." he trailed off as he stared at Mamori who was now looking exasperated.
"Let me guess... Fucking Wife?" said Mamori, her tongue stumbling as she used a curse word. This made Youichi cackle loudly.
"Kekeke, you learn fast! I must say I'm still attached to Fucking Manager... even though you got me to finally say your name, that still finds a way to fucking slip into my mouth somehow."
Mamori shook her head, though she smiled contentedly to herself. The breeze was still blowing gently upon them, and the smell of jasmines filled the air as she held her bouquet close to her chest. The path forward had trees swaying gently along, inviting them forward. They had been down this path many times, but today it felt different as it would be the closest thing they would have to a wedding march. "I suppose even though we will be changing a lot from now on, some things will just always stay the same..." She temporarily released her hold on Hiruma to brush her hand through her short hair. It was a more stylish cut than the crop they had given her at the hospital but it also symbolised another significant moment in her life where she needed a change.
He kept his lips pressed together as he thought about her words carefully. "How is your arm? Are you sure you want to keep holding that?"
Mamori glanced down at the bouquet in her right hand. "It's throbbing but it doesn't hurt as much. I think I'll get used to it... doing chores with this would be a bit of a pain though," she mumbled to herself.
"Fuck that. If your arm starts hurting and you can't do chores, I'll get someone to do it for you."
"I will not let you blackmail people into doing my work! I told you I will bear with this myself and you know it. And stop worrying about me holding this! It's not heavy and at least I'll get to throw it later. I hope I can throw it well..."
Youichi grinned. "I can throw it for you. Give those fuckers a bit of a challenge."
"Stop that!" Mamori held on to his right arm a little more tightly. "Save your energy for a proper game."
"It's just fucking flowers."
"I still want you to be careful."
"And you wonder why I worry about you."
Mamori opened her mouth to retort, but realised what he meant. She couldn't help but laugh a little. "I guess until we get used to this, we'll be walking on egg shells a lot."
Youichi lifted his right hand and encased Mamori's in it, allowing himself to glance at the silver ring she had on her left hand for a moment before letting it hang at his side. "You didn't have to do that for me... I could've found some fucking way to still be involved with Football, even if I can't play."
"But I couldn't let you stop just like that, especially because of me..." Mamori glanced at him. "I want you to at least be in one NFL game. I don't care if you win or lose, I just want you to have that chance. So please... do your best, okay? But please be careful with your right arm because the pain you'll experience will be worse than what I'm going through... I know you're the type to push yourself, but there's nothing wrong with knowing your limits. I'm sure you can find a way to overcome this, and I'll be with you so..."
Youichi stopped in his tracks and pulled Mamori closer to him. He lifted Mamori's chin and gently covered her lips with his, giving her small kisses of affection at first before their mouths hungrily searched each other, hands tracing each others' outlines. The sensation of being able to feel each other like this made every moment a little more special than before...
Because it was a reminder that they were still together.
Mamori pulled away, looking flushed and a little embarrassed. "We have to get going... Sena and Suzuna are waiting for us."
Youichi didn't say anything, but merely grinned as he held her hand once more and they walked forward. "So have you decided what course you'd like to take?"
"Hmm..." Mamori responded, thinking deeply for a moment. It was hard to believe that she had to stop being a Kindergarten Teacher after years of working so hard for it. The idea of changing roads now felt ridiculous, but her right arm being constantly in pain made it impossible to do some of the strenuous tasks being a Kindergarten Teacher involved, which included carrying the children and doing more chores. Also… she knew the nightmares involving Maasa would happen mostly in a Kindergarten setting. Thus, it was obvious she would not be able to handle being in a Kindergarten anymore. It would be a constant reminder of the fact that she'd lost the chance to save a child’s life. So for now… "I was thinking of child psychology, but I wonder if that's too heavy for me to take on part time."
"Keh, with your brains, it'd be a cinch," he grinned at her. "I'll help you search up on this more tomorrow. For now, it looks like we have company..."
Mamori wasn't expecting a big crowd when she approached the open party in the park. She had only been told that most of her friends and family would be there at the park to celebrate their wedding registration, as both Hiruma and Mamori didn't have the means for a proper wedding yet. But what greeted the both of them instead left them speechless for a moment.
It wasn't just Mamori's friends and family, it was practically every American Football player she had met and known throughout her time as a manager standing in the open park that was now beautifully decorated with white laces and flowers, tables and chairs all covered with white cloths. Mamori could only guess one person would consider decorating in such a way…
"They're here!" Suzuna squealed as she rushed up towards them. She wore a white, strapless dress and had a jasmine flower in her hair. She hugged Mamori excitedly, causing her to fall back a little. "What took you so long! I know me and Sena left earlier than you so we can get this ready but you took way too long!"
"I'm sorry!" Mamori laughed. "I got a little side-tracked on the way here. But... Suzuna-chan... what is this?! I thought it was going to be a small party?"
"Well..." Sena walked up, looking a little bashful. "I told a couple of the guys to just pass the word and well... I think it's because of what happened recently and how it's Mamori-nee-chan's and Hiruma-senpai's wedding, I guess... Everyone was just really eager to see you both and welcome you back... I really didn't expect this though..."
Right where the party was, Mamori could see Kurita already eating happily at the buffet table, where the Ha-Ha brothers, particularly Kuroki, was having a massive fight with Komusubi over the food. Togano sat at one of the tables, head buried in a manga with Ako next to him, reading so intently over his shoulder their heads were nearly touching. Juumonji was talking to Sara and Yukimitsu, while a number of elite American Football players which included Panther, Clifford, Homer and even Watt gathered around other top Japanese Football players which included Akaba, Agon, Takami and Shin. Unsui was listening on with Karin by his side, the both of them occasionally sharing glances with each other. Monta, Mizumachi and Ikkyuu seemed to have challenged each other to an eating competition which made other fellow players like Sakuraba, Kakei and Kotarou and even other managers from other schools such as Wakana and Julie look on with amusement. Even Mamori’s mother watched the scene before her, laughing. Musashi was talking to Banba, Gaou, Kid and Tetsuma though his eyes wandered to Youichi and Mamori for a moment, where he smiled at them and gave them a look that said, "Took you long enough."
Yamato soon realised Youichi and Mamori were there, so he walked up to them, flashing a big smile. "Congratulations to you both!" he said as he gave Mamori a quick hug and shook Youichi’s hand. "I spoke to the officials in the NFL... it's a long shot before you can get in again, Hiruma, but I'll do my best to make sure you get accepted once more."
"You can fucking tell them that I definitely intend to come back and kill them all," Youichi grinned. "Fucking Dreads got in, hasn't he? Are you sure you guys want to be in Japan for something as simple as this?"
"It's not simple at all!" laughed Yamato. "It's a special day for all of us, because two people are back from the dead."
Yamato bowed and stretched out an arm to allow the couple to walk forward, the moment they walked down, everyone got up applauding and cheering. The familiar voices calling out her name accompanied by the many smiles on familiar faces made Mamori tear up. Hand in hand, both Youichi and Mamori walked towards the middle of the party where suddenly Suzuna cried out, "Kiss!"
"Eh?!" Mamori cried out, but soon everyone echoed in with their reasons.
"Yeah! Kiss already!"
"If you're not going to have a proper wedding, we're allowed to have this!"
"We deserve this much since you left us for so long!"
"I don't know if we're allowed to demand such a thing..."
"Looks like we'll be seeing Hiruma being all lovey-dovey... I'm not sure if I like the sight of that."
"MUKYAAAA!! I CAN'T WATCH!!"
"Fucking trashes, you're all noisy! Just get this fucking done and over with!"
"Admit it, Agon, you sap! You want to see them kiss!"
"... Do you want to die?"
"Ahahaha! If you want, I can perform for today's special ceremony!"
"Get down already! You're not the main event!"
"Hiruma-kun! Mamori-chan! I'm so happy for you both! But I REALLY want to see you kiss!"
"Keh, they're all a bunch of lunatics," Youichi whispered into Mamori's ear, but he smiled seeing her laugh and rub her eyes.
"Yes, I'm afraid they are quite crazy," she said as she turned towards him, practically beaming with joy. "I must admit, it's insane that I know so many crazy people in this world and yet I could forget the happiness their presence gave me! And who would have guessed I would have married the craziest one of them all! The one who stuck to his crazy promise of never leaving me!"
"Well then..." Youichi cupped her face and drew it closer to his. "Sounds like you're the craziest of them all."
And with the mixed sounds of cheers and laughter in the background, Mamori drowned herself in that moment of happiness, surrounded by the people she loved and kissing the man who reminded her that this was possible.
While the horrors of the other world will continue to haunt her, Mamori knew she had found the strength to keep living on.
~*~
Chapter 15 | END
Extra Notes: First of all, I'd like to make it clear that the name Maasa uses two kanjis (茉麻), 茉 means Jasmine, and thus why Mamori uses it as her bouquet for that day. Also, I had a lot of issues with Sakura's part of the story as the manga made a lot of things unclear (such as whether Sakura lives in Japan or Hong Kong at this point), so if I made a mistake with this, I apologise and feel free to point out my error! Also, I can't believe I managed to squeeze in a bit of comedy at the end for this fic. So much for keeping it rather serious until the end! XD
I have to thank EVERYONE for their amazing support for this fic! Seriously, words cannot express how I adored the comments and reviews I received for Remember, and how each and every review, favourite and watch for this fic kept me going. While it seemed I was close to giving up on this fic, I'm glad that I picked it up again and saw it until the very end, because I got to see more amazing people supporting this fic and giving it so much love. This fic means a lot to me, and there's just no denying how all your support has brought this fic to see the end that I had envisioned two years ago. You guys are awesome! And I encourage you to keep spreading this love to other fic writers because it is people like you that keep us going!
I have to give an amazing shoutout to my best friend, moodylollipop, for being there for me, for being my beta and for just being overall awesome in her support for this fic. Thank you so much, hun!
I actually have a one shot after the events you've just read here planned out, but I'll make it a special bonus as I prepare to write down and share my thought processes, music that inspired me and scenes and concepts which I decided to cut out for various reasons. It isn't necessary to check it out, as I just want to put all this down at some point for me to look back and remember in the years to come. But if you're interested, I hope you all will look out for it! It'd probably take about a month or two though if things go as planned.
Until then *bows deeply*, I am truly humbled by my writing experience with this fic and I hope to do better with my other stories to come. Thank you again for your support and keep the HiruMamo love going! ❤
Rating: T
Fandom: Eyeshield 21/CLAMP (Crossover)
Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters used here. They belong to their respective owners, namely Riichiro Inagaki and Yuusuke Murata for Eyeshield 21 and CLAMP.
Summary: In a volatile world where even his black book holds no power, Hiruma must help Mamori fight and recover her lost memories before he loses her forever. AU. Crossover. HiruMamo.
Notes: This is it, everyone, the final chapter! It had taken me about one and a half years to complete this (please excuse the ridiculously long break I took in between) but I cannot tell you how happy I am to see this finally reach its end.
A gentle reminder that there are small bits of spoilers in the beginning as I focus on Sakura's side of the story. They're pretty vague, and you'll only get it if you read the manga, but other than that, it shouldn't give out too much that it would ruin your reading experience (I hope!). If it does, let me know and I'll make my warning clearer!
I have more to say at the end, so enjoy the final chapter of Remember! ❤
~*~
"Yes... Yes, it's been settled. Thank you for all of your help," Sakura laughed softly as she held the phone receiver close to her. "You're right, we may be needing it soon. Thank you once again."
Looking rather content, Sakura placed the antique phone gently back in to it's cradle and proceeded to walk out of the large Li Manor residence in Japan. While their real home was in Hong Kong, Sakura had moved to Japan upon seeing a dream that involved her son’s fate that would someday lead him heading towards the lair of The Dimension Witch. It was an unavoidable fate, one which brought her fear once in a while as the future was filled with uncertainty.
Pushing hear fears out of the way, Sakura continued to make her way out. While the Li Manor in Hong Kong was more impressive, the sheer size of their residence in Japan never ceases to amaze her. Her husband, Li Syaoran admitted that the size of their home and the power the Li household has was intimidating. Having managed to bring in Anezaki Mamori despite obviously being hospitalised was a grand feat of its own that only the Li family could ever accomplish. But being born into the Li family was a privilege he vowed to never take for granted.
Stepping out of the manor, she headed towards the large Chinese garden, similar to the grand sight that can be found in the original Li Manor grounds. Orchids and peonies had been perfectly grown in place in the enclosed garden, and a small, calm lake littered with lotuses lay right in the middle, allowing a beautiful and traditional pavilion to stand tall and distinct. Near the pavilion, she could hear the sounds of her son shouting in rhythm along with her husband. She headed towards the small lake where she watched her husband and her son practicing sword stances and attacks, her son mimicking his father's moves. But the moment her son laid eyes on Sakura, he dropped his sword and ran excitedly towards her. "Mama!"
Sakura quickly bent down and embraced her son, "Good morning, Tsu-chan. Practicing hard, I see?"
Tsu-chan nodded his head vigorously. "Papa's teaching me a lot today!"
"Is that so? Are you tired?"
"A little bit, I woke up really early today..." Tsu-chan frowned a little, then he smiled brightly. "But I like it! It's fun because I'm with Papa!"
Syaoran approached them, shaking his head while chuckling. "He gets over excited sometimes and pushes himself in the process... but he learns quick. I'm proud of him."
Tsu-chan perked up, jumped out of his mother's arms and ran towards his father. "Really, papa? Do you really think so?"
"That's right," Syaoran patted his son's head. "Now head back in and take a bath. We'll have breakfast together after that and I can start teaching you more basics on martial arts."
Tsu-chan cheered loudly as he ran towards the manor. "Tsu-chan, be careful!" Sakura called out to him, but her words fell on deaf ears as the boy sped up instead. Sakura sighed, but she smiled contentedly to herself. "I'm glad that he's happy..."
Syaoran approached Sakura from behind and held her briefly. "Of course he is... he's our son after all." Syaoran kissed his wife's left temple, and then he held her hand as they both walked along the lake together. "How are those two?"
"They're fine," said Sakura. "They're still resting but Hiruma-san told me he could leave in the afternoon."
"That's a bit quick."
"I warned him about that, but he said he'd rather not waste time," Sakura smiled knowingly. "He has a lot planned after all, and he's regained most of his sight now. Are you sure you can still teach Tsu-chan? You didn't get to sleep at all throughout the night."
"Neither did you..." Syaoran looked at Sakura seriously. "Have you spoken to Yuuko-san?"
Sakura nodded. "There were some last minute changes to the prices being paid. But it seems Yuuko-san expected it all."
"As knowing as always," Syaoran commented. "But what were those changes?"
"It was Hiruma-san's payment for Anezaki-san's safe return," Sakura explained. "After meeting Anezaki-san for the last time in that dream world, Maasa-chan approached me. She wanted to strike a deal with me to ensure Anezaki-san's happiness the moment she returned to the real world."
"And that was?"
"In order to ensure Hiruma-san wouldn't forget her, in the end, Maasa-chan paid the price. And that was everybody's memories of her." Sakura suddenly felt light headed and stopped in her tracks, stumbling a little. Syaoran quickly supported her, obviously worried. "I'm sorry, I'm just a little tired..."
"Sakura..."
Sakura shook her head. "I'm fine. Anyway, I asked Maasa-chan if she was sure that was what she wanted. Once I grant that, there will be no trace of her left in this world, she would have ceased to exist. The fire that happened in the kindergarten is now nothing more than an old electrical wiring that went wrong during the earthquake. There were no casualties, no signs she was even in there. The worst part is that she would be condemned to stay in that world of darkness, unable to be reborn as her soul would be fully claimed by the darkness. But she said it was all right... that she wanted her teacher to be happy, to be free of the burden Maasa-chan herself had created."
"And so instead of Hiruma-san paying the price of Anezaki-san's return, it was Maasa-chan who paid for it instead." Syaoran led her to a nearby bench for Sakura to sit down and rest. "Was it all right for such a young soul to be condemned in that way?"
Sakura leaned against her husband, sighing. "I agree, it was harsh. I hazily remember this as a possible route, but I agreed in the end because I knew this was what Maasa-chan really wanted. She didn't want people mourning for her, especially since she felt as if her existence meant so little. She wanted her parents to be free as well to lead the lives that they wanted, without being held back over her lost presence. All in all, Maasa-chan thought it was the right thing to do. But..."
Syaoran watched Sakura's face gently turn towards his, smile back in place. "I also foresaw another possibility that came true..."
~*~
It had been a long night, and despite being exhausted from having her major work done, Sakura stayed up knowing it wasn't over just yet. She went into the kitchen and brewed herself a pot of herbal tea, then sitting by one of the tables near the dishes and cups, she poured a cup for herself and was drinking it slowly when Mamori walked in. "I'm sorry to disturb you..." said Mamori, looking rather worn out from the night's events.
"It's fine," Sakura smiled as she got up to get another teacup and proceeded to pour her some tea. "I had a feeling you would come see me."
Sakura passed the cup to her, which Mamori meekly accepted. "Then... you will know what this is about," said Mamori, staring into the cup as wisps of steam rose above it.
Sakura took another sip of her tea, a solemn look on her face. "I suppose I do," she replied. "How is Hiruma-san?"
"He's fine," Mamori looked up at Sakura, smiling a little. "He had a hard time letting me go, but he was clearly exhausted and needed more rest. Li-san is attending to him now, he told me you'd be here. I have a favour to ask of you..."
Sakura nodded. "I think I know what you're about to ask of me... you do realise what you're asking for could be hard on you..."
"I don't mind!" Mamori quickly replied. "I know it would be simple of me to just walk away right now, scot free of everything that has happened. But I don't think I can live with myself knowing that I've caused so much pain to others. There's still something that I can do, I know it... and I think you can help me with this."
"I might..." said Sakura. "What is it that you wish to be granted?"
"Hiruma-kun's right arm..." Mamori replied, her earnest, serious gaze locked on to Sakura's face. "I know that it was his payment to enter that dream world. He didn't want to say anything, but just now I could tell that his right arm was hurting him. I know that I can't ask of you to heal it fully, and it still won't ensure that he'll play American Football again, but I would like to bear half of the burden... if that is possible."
With a faint smile, Sakura replied, "It is possible... but it will not be an easy road for you."
"I'll take it," Mamori replied with determination.
Sakura nodded. "Hiruma-san's arm will never fully heal, you are right about that. But the pain he is going through now, you can bear that in his stead but only partially. He will still experience extreme pain the moment he over-exerts his arm... but instead of experiencing pain constantly as was the initial agreement, you will go through that instead. It'll always be there, a disturbing, aching feeling within your right arm... you could get used to it, but it will limit your movements a lot."
Mamori listened to every word intently, when something dawned in her mind. "Wait... that means there's a chance he could still play American Football?"
"He could, but it won't be an easy road for him," said Sakura. "It won't be an easy road for the both of you to be honest. But... if it's any comfort, you'll both be together."
Smiling a warm smile, Mamori nodded. "After everything we've been through, I don't think being apart is really possible. Still... even if there's that small chance that Youichi can play again if I take on this burden, then I will do it. I will pay that price."
"It's settled then--"
"There's still one more thing."
Taking another sip of tea, Sakura nodded at Mamori to carry on.
"Maasa-chan... is still stuck in that dark world, isn't she?"
Finishing her tea, Sakura put aside her cup and sighed. "Yes, she is."
Mamori bit her lip. "What do I have to pay to get her out of there?"
Sakura looked at Mamori with a worried expression. "Are you sure you want to take this on, too? Physical pain is one thing, but this will be..."
"Maasa-chan did something to ensure Youichi would remember me, didn't she?" Mamori blinked, holding back her tears. "I... won't ask. Not yet. Just tell me what I would have to take on to help her be free."
Sakura frowned, her brows knitted in worry. "In order for Hiruma-san to not pay for the price of your safe return, it was paid instead with everyone's memories of her. So now, no one remembers her... not her teachers, nor her friends... not even her parents. She doesn't exist in this world. She remains only in that dark world where no soul or sound can reach her."
Mamori rubbed her eyes, doing her best not to cry, as she was clearly exhausted from it. "T-then... what can I do?"
Sakura closed her eyes and sighed. "You... will be the one to remember her."
Mamori looked at Sakura, unable to hide her surprise. "... Eh?"
"It will not be easy... Maasa-chan made her existence cease to exist on purpose to keep people from suffering over her death. But in order for her to leave that dark world and move on, someone here must suffer for her and mourn her lost existence. This will mean nightmares over her death, Anezaki-san, moments where her darkest times will come and haunt you. Those dark feelings may come and threaten you again, ready to consume you the moment you let it in. There's a risk you could fall again..."
"No..."
Sakura looked up at Mamori curiously, a strong expression adorned the younger woman's face. "Anezaki-san?"
"No, I will not fall again," Mamori repeated with more determination. "I learnt something when I was in that world... I know how much pain and sadness is capable of consuming you. But I also learnt how I can overcome it. And that's through love... constant love, unwavering love, unselfish and always true. I was foolish to believe I had lost it... when in reality, it was always with me in abundance. So that's why I know I can take this on, Sakura-san..." Mamori smiled assuringly. "I will bear that burden if this would mean setting Maasa-chan free. Everything will be all right."
Sakura was shocked at first, her emerald eyes wide open at what Mamori had just said. Then she smiled and laughed an amused laugh to herself, leaving Mamori confused. Sakura shook her head as an apology, got up and then held Mamori in a warm embrace. "That's true, everything will be all right. You have experienced a darkness very few would have ever survived, so there is no doubt you can pull through this as well. So I must thank you for reminding me that no matter what burdens we may carry, or how dark the road before us may be, everything... everything will be all right."
Mamori was still a little confused by Sakura's reaction, but she nodded and hugged Sakura back. "Thank you..."
"Your wish shall be granted. So stay strong, Anezaki Mamori."
~*~
"Ah, that's right..." Syaoran smiled down at his wife. "Everything will be all right, especially with what we will have to face soon enough. Even if everything looks dark and troubled for us as we live in this paradox world, I promised you when he was born that I will protect you and our son, and I fully intend to stick to my word."
Sakura leaned her head against her husband's chest, enjoying the rhythm of his heartbeat and the calmness of their surroundings. "And I will be with you..." Sakura whispered. "No matter what future we will face, I will be with you, Syaoran...
And Tsubasa."
A woman with long black hair wearing a simple black dress looked at the papers she held in her hand, sighing to herself. Her face was filled with concern and sadness, and she wasn't holding back her tears. A gentle breeze caressed her for a moment, before a strong gust took her by surprise and a few of the papers flew from her hand. "Ah! No!" she cried out as she attempted to retrieve them.
The papers scattered around the pathway towards the building she was about to enter. As she did her best to gather them, another woman that had just emerged from the building quickly came forward to help pick her papers up, quietly getting them all before passing the sheaf back to her with a bright smile. "Here you go!"
The woman stared curiously at the person who had just helped her. She had short brown hair with blue eyes and there were burn scars near her ears. She was wearing a cream coloured dress that reached just around her knees, her legs were encased in white stockings paired with lovely white shoes. But she wore a black cardigan that covered her arms and her top torso. The woman's eyes wandered from the hand she received the papers from to the her left hand that held a bouquet of bright jasmine flowers.
And the woman couldn't help but notice the silver ring on her left hand as it glittered warmly under the sun. "Thank you..." the woman replied as she attempted to rearrange her papers.
"I'm sorry if I seem intrusive but I couldn't help but notice they were divorce papers." Her smile changed to a look of concern. "And you don't really look well. Are you sure you're all right?"
The woman realised that tears were still falling freely down her face. She quickly rubbed them away in embarrassment. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"
"Don't apologise! Here!" With her free hand, she pulled out a tissue packet from her pocket and passed it to the woman. "They were giving these out for free. But I think you need it more than I do."
The woman wanted to decline, she really didn't want to accept these acts of kindness, especially since it felt like it was out of pity. But there was a warmth radiating from this woman, a happiness that seemed familiar. "You're very kind..." said the woman as she accepted the tissue packet.
"I also want to give you this..." She now pulled out a Jasmine flower from her bouquet and held it out to the woman.
"... Why?"
"It's a token of comfort from me," she replied. "I don't know what you're going through, but I can see that it is wearing you down. I just hope that this flower will help give you some form of comfort, a sweet memory perhaps of something you've lost long ago."
In normal cases, the woman would have thought she was insane. But the smell of jasmine caught the woman's attention and she instinctively reached out and took it from her. She drew the flower close, breathing the scent in and just like the brown-haired woman had said, it managed to soothe her worries for a moment. "It's strange but... you're right. It does feel comforting. I've always loved flowers, jasmine especially... That's why I knew if I ever had a daughter I'd call her Maasa...."
The woman stopped herself. Eyes wide at this thought. She could not remember when such a thought had crossed her mind... why had she planned a name for a daughter? Tears welled up in her eyes again. "Oh... that's so strange," she said. "I don't know why, but my heart suddenly felt very warm, it’s like a joy I lost many years ago has returned."
"That's good," said the other woman. "It shows that there is still hope. I would have given you my whole bouquet if that would help you but..."
"Mamori!"
A blonde haired man in a tuxedo was standing on the other side of the road. He called out to the other woman, who quickly waved at him and did some strange hand signals before turning back to the woman with an apologetic smile. "I have to go. My husband is waiting for me." She blushed faintly at the mention of 'husband' and then she bowed respectfully before rushing towards her husband. The woman watched her with a bemused smile for a moment before shouting at her, "Congratulations and thank you so much!"
As Mamori bowed once more at her before holding on to her husband's arm, the woman looked at the papers in her hands one last time before pulling out her phone. She put the phone close to her ear as she walked into the building and said, "I need to see you... yes, it's about the divorce... No, I haven't signed the papers yet and I know you haven't too... Yes...
Let's talk this through properly."
"You sure took your fucking time, the Fucking Shorty and Skates aren’t going to shut up when we get there," said Youichi, as Mamori held on to his right arm, looking rather proud of herself.
"I'm sorry I told you to wait... It was just a rare chance for me to settle something for a certain someone," Mamori smiled to herself. Despite having occasional nightmares about that certain someone, causing her pain at times, she realised it had also made her develop a certain connection with her. Did you see that, Maasa-chan? Your mother still holds you deep in her heart even though she has forgotten you...
While Youichi raised his eyebrow, he didn’t comment further on the issue. "Keh, I'm sure it was worth wasting 5 fucking minutes over. If we're late, I'll blame you for it, Fucking Manager."
"Stop calling me that!" Mamori frowned. "Seriously, after all these years of being more than just a manager to you, I can't believe you're still sticking to that nickname!"
Youichi looked at Mamori for a moment before breaking into a grin. "You're right... you need a new nickname now that we’ve officially registered our marriage. How about..." he trailed off as he stared at Mamori who was now looking exasperated.
"Let me guess... Fucking Wife?" said Mamori, her tongue stumbling as she used a curse word. This made Youichi cackle loudly.
"Kekeke, you learn fast! I must say I'm still attached to Fucking Manager... even though you got me to finally say your name, that still finds a way to fucking slip into my mouth somehow."
Mamori shook her head, though she smiled contentedly to herself. The breeze was still blowing gently upon them, and the smell of jasmines filled the air as she held her bouquet close to her chest. The path forward had trees swaying gently along, inviting them forward. They had been down this path many times, but today it felt different as it would be the closest thing they would have to a wedding march. "I suppose even though we will be changing a lot from now on, some things will just always stay the same..." She temporarily released her hold on Hiruma to brush her hand through her short hair. It was a more stylish cut than the crop they had given her at the hospital but it also symbolised another significant moment in her life where she needed a change.
He kept his lips pressed together as he thought about her words carefully. "How is your arm? Are you sure you want to keep holding that?"
Mamori glanced down at the bouquet in her right hand. "It's throbbing but it doesn't hurt as much. I think I'll get used to it... doing chores with this would be a bit of a pain though," she mumbled to herself.
"Fuck that. If your arm starts hurting and you can't do chores, I'll get someone to do it for you."
"I will not let you blackmail people into doing my work! I told you I will bear with this myself and you know it. And stop worrying about me holding this! It's not heavy and at least I'll get to throw it later. I hope I can throw it well..."
Youichi grinned. "I can throw it for you. Give those fuckers a bit of a challenge."
"Stop that!" Mamori held on to his right arm a little more tightly. "Save your energy for a proper game."
"It's just fucking flowers."
"I still want you to be careful."
"And you wonder why I worry about you."
Mamori opened her mouth to retort, but realised what he meant. She couldn't help but laugh a little. "I guess until we get used to this, we'll be walking on egg shells a lot."
Youichi lifted his right hand and encased Mamori's in it, allowing himself to glance at the silver ring she had on her left hand for a moment before letting it hang at his side. "You didn't have to do that for me... I could've found some fucking way to still be involved with Football, even if I can't play."
"But I couldn't let you stop just like that, especially because of me..." Mamori glanced at him. "I want you to at least be in one NFL game. I don't care if you win or lose, I just want you to have that chance. So please... do your best, okay? But please be careful with your right arm because the pain you'll experience will be worse than what I'm going through... I know you're the type to push yourself, but there's nothing wrong with knowing your limits. I'm sure you can find a way to overcome this, and I'll be with you so..."
Youichi stopped in his tracks and pulled Mamori closer to him. He lifted Mamori's chin and gently covered her lips with his, giving her small kisses of affection at first before their mouths hungrily searched each other, hands tracing each others' outlines. The sensation of being able to feel each other like this made every moment a little more special than before...
Because it was a reminder that they were still together.
Mamori pulled away, looking flushed and a little embarrassed. "We have to get going... Sena and Suzuna are waiting for us."
Youichi didn't say anything, but merely grinned as he held her hand once more and they walked forward. "So have you decided what course you'd like to take?"
"Hmm..." Mamori responded, thinking deeply for a moment. It was hard to believe that she had to stop being a Kindergarten Teacher after years of working so hard for it. The idea of changing roads now felt ridiculous, but her right arm being constantly in pain made it impossible to do some of the strenuous tasks being a Kindergarten Teacher involved, which included carrying the children and doing more chores. Also… she knew the nightmares involving Maasa would happen mostly in a Kindergarten setting. Thus, it was obvious she would not be able to handle being in a Kindergarten anymore. It would be a constant reminder of the fact that she'd lost the chance to save a child’s life. So for now… "I was thinking of child psychology, but I wonder if that's too heavy for me to take on part time."
"Keh, with your brains, it'd be a cinch," he grinned at her. "I'll help you search up on this more tomorrow. For now, it looks like we have company..."
Mamori wasn't expecting a big crowd when she approached the open party in the park. She had only been told that most of her friends and family would be there at the park to celebrate their wedding registration, as both Hiruma and Mamori didn't have the means for a proper wedding yet. But what greeted the both of them instead left them speechless for a moment.
It wasn't just Mamori's friends and family, it was practically every American Football player she had met and known throughout her time as a manager standing in the open park that was now beautifully decorated with white laces and flowers, tables and chairs all covered with white cloths. Mamori could only guess one person would consider decorating in such a way…
"They're here!" Suzuna squealed as she rushed up towards them. She wore a white, strapless dress and had a jasmine flower in her hair. She hugged Mamori excitedly, causing her to fall back a little. "What took you so long! I know me and Sena left earlier than you so we can get this ready but you took way too long!"
"I'm sorry!" Mamori laughed. "I got a little side-tracked on the way here. But... Suzuna-chan... what is this?! I thought it was going to be a small party?"
"Well..." Sena walked up, looking a little bashful. "I told a couple of the guys to just pass the word and well... I think it's because of what happened recently and how it's Mamori-nee-chan's and Hiruma-senpai's wedding, I guess... Everyone was just really eager to see you both and welcome you back... I really didn't expect this though..."
Right where the party was, Mamori could see Kurita already eating happily at the buffet table, where the Ha-Ha brothers, particularly Kuroki, was having a massive fight with Komusubi over the food. Togano sat at one of the tables, head buried in a manga with Ako next to him, reading so intently over his shoulder their heads were nearly touching. Juumonji was talking to Sara and Yukimitsu, while a number of elite American Football players which included Panther, Clifford, Homer and even Watt gathered around other top Japanese Football players which included Akaba, Agon, Takami and Shin. Unsui was listening on with Karin by his side, the both of them occasionally sharing glances with each other. Monta, Mizumachi and Ikkyuu seemed to have challenged each other to an eating competition which made other fellow players like Sakuraba, Kakei and Kotarou and even other managers from other schools such as Wakana and Julie look on with amusement. Even Mamori’s mother watched the scene before her, laughing. Musashi was talking to Banba, Gaou, Kid and Tetsuma though his eyes wandered to Youichi and Mamori for a moment, where he smiled at them and gave them a look that said, "Took you long enough."
Yamato soon realised Youichi and Mamori were there, so he walked up to them, flashing a big smile. "Congratulations to you both!" he said as he gave Mamori a quick hug and shook Youichi’s hand. "I spoke to the officials in the NFL... it's a long shot before you can get in again, Hiruma, but I'll do my best to make sure you get accepted once more."
"You can fucking tell them that I definitely intend to come back and kill them all," Youichi grinned. "Fucking Dreads got in, hasn't he? Are you sure you guys want to be in Japan for something as simple as this?"
"It's not simple at all!" laughed Yamato. "It's a special day for all of us, because two people are back from the dead."
Yamato bowed and stretched out an arm to allow the couple to walk forward, the moment they walked down, everyone got up applauding and cheering. The familiar voices calling out her name accompanied by the many smiles on familiar faces made Mamori tear up. Hand in hand, both Youichi and Mamori walked towards the middle of the party where suddenly Suzuna cried out, "Kiss!"
"Eh?!" Mamori cried out, but soon everyone echoed in with their reasons.
"Yeah! Kiss already!"
"If you're not going to have a proper wedding, we're allowed to have this!"
"We deserve this much since you left us for so long!"
"I don't know if we're allowed to demand such a thing..."
"Looks like we'll be seeing Hiruma being all lovey-dovey... I'm not sure if I like the sight of that."
"MUKYAAAA!! I CAN'T WATCH!!"
"Fucking trashes, you're all noisy! Just get this fucking done and over with!"
"Admit it, Agon, you sap! You want to see them kiss!"
"... Do you want to die?"
"Ahahaha! If you want, I can perform for today's special ceremony!"
"Get down already! You're not the main event!"
"Hiruma-kun! Mamori-chan! I'm so happy for you both! But I REALLY want to see you kiss!"
"Keh, they're all a bunch of lunatics," Youichi whispered into Mamori's ear, but he smiled seeing her laugh and rub her eyes.
"Yes, I'm afraid they are quite crazy," she said as she turned towards him, practically beaming with joy. "I must admit, it's insane that I know so many crazy people in this world and yet I could forget the happiness their presence gave me! And who would have guessed I would have married the craziest one of them all! The one who stuck to his crazy promise of never leaving me!"
"Well then..." Youichi cupped her face and drew it closer to his. "Sounds like you're the craziest of them all."
And with the mixed sounds of cheers and laughter in the background, Mamori drowned herself in that moment of happiness, surrounded by the people she loved and kissing the man who reminded her that this was possible.
While the horrors of the other world will continue to haunt her, Mamori knew she had found the strength to keep living on.
~*~
Chapter 15 | END
Extra Notes: First of all, I'd like to make it clear that the name Maasa uses two kanjis (茉麻), 茉 means Jasmine, and thus why Mamori uses it as her bouquet for that day. Also, I had a lot of issues with Sakura's part of the story as the manga made a lot of things unclear (such as whether Sakura lives in Japan or Hong Kong at this point), so if I made a mistake with this, I apologise and feel free to point out my error! Also, I can't believe I managed to squeeze in a bit of comedy at the end for this fic. So much for keeping it rather serious until the end! XD
I have to thank EVERYONE for their amazing support for this fic! Seriously, words cannot express how I adored the comments and reviews I received for Remember, and how each and every review, favourite and watch for this fic kept me going. While it seemed I was close to giving up on this fic, I'm glad that I picked it up again and saw it until the very end, because I got to see more amazing people supporting this fic and giving it so much love. This fic means a lot to me, and there's just no denying how all your support has brought this fic to see the end that I had envisioned two years ago. You guys are awesome! And I encourage you to keep spreading this love to other fic writers because it is people like you that keep us going!
I have to give an amazing shoutout to my best friend, moodylollipop, for being there for me, for being my beta and for just being overall awesome in her support for this fic. Thank you so much, hun!
I actually have a one shot after the events you've just read here planned out, but I'll make it a special bonus as I prepare to write down and share my thought processes, music that inspired me and scenes and concepts which I decided to cut out for various reasons. It isn't necessary to check it out, as I just want to put all this down at some point for me to look back and remember in the years to come. But if you're interested, I hope you all will look out for it! It'd probably take about a month or two though if things go as planned.
Until then *bows deeply*, I am truly humbled by my writing experience with this fic and I hope to do better with my other stories to come. Thank you again for your support and keep the HiruMamo love going! ❤