No, I don't own Sailor Moon. I'd say I do, to see if they could actually sue me, but they'd probably take my story down. And that'd suck..

All right guys: here it is. The final chapter.


"Makoto, where on earth are we going?" The brunette was dragging a blindfolded Ami along by her hand. Thus far, everything had gone perfectly. Rei was watching Amako – Ami herself had asked, for the purpose of having "private time". Ami really was adorable when she blushed.

They had gone to dinner in a nice restaurant. Ami wore a mid thigh length blue dress with silver-shot black running over it, like someone wrapped her in ribbons that sparkled and shone. Her short hair was held back by a small piece of plastic and a pin with a rose decal. The little sheer cap sleeves on the dress were perfect; Makoto could see the single freckle on her left shoulder. It hadn't been there before.

"Don't worry, Ami, you're fine." The voice that lighted on Ami's ears was reassuring, light and joyful. Though she couldn't see, Ami could picture the smile on Makoto's lips. She looked stunning, Ami knew. She'd worn a calf-length, deep brown wrap skirt and a bell-sleeved, rich forest green V-neck blouse. Ami had decided on the spot that she adored the shirt; it showed off Makoto's collarbones beautifully. The whole thing was completed by calf high black vinyl boots. Somehow, despite the fact that you couldn't see a bit of skin on Makoto's legs, Ami couldn't tear her eyes off them.

At least, until they sat down – at which point, she couldn't lift her eyes from Makoto's neck. After dinner, she'd been surprised to feel someone come up behind her and tie a piece of black cloth over her eyes. She'd been moderately comforted by the fact that Makoto was there, and an assailant probably wouldn't be giggling.

They'd gotten some talking done over dinner. Though part of both of them wanted to, they weren't going to move quickly. Ami would remain living in Tokyo, and Makoto in her little suburb, and they'd see each other on weekends and days off.

"I don't want you to think that we don't have stuff to work through, or that I don't realize that we've got stuff to work through. I just… want to actually work through it." Makoto laughed tiredly. "I regret leaving all those years ago. But you really hurt me – and that's something I still need to get over." She smiled then, looking up at Ami. "I'd like to do it with your help."

Ami reached out, placing a hand on top of one of Makoto's. "You think I don't regret hurting you? Putting myself through everything I did?" She grinned, her tongue just poking out between her teeth. "Fun as some of it was, I'd have to do it far differently, had I wised up earlier." She shook her head. "I'd have been able to have that fun with you." Ami squeezed Makoto's hand, and withdrew. "It's not going to be easy. But we'll figure it out."

Ami felt herself stop moving. She'd gently collided with something warm, soft, and larger than her. "M-Mako…?"

"Right here." Ami felt arms snake around her, holding her close. One hand reached up, and the darkness fell away from her eyes, allowing her to look at where they were. They stood in the middle of the park they'd frequented as girls. She looked up at Makoto, but the taller girl was looking off somewhere else.

She nodded. Ami followed Makoto's gaze, smiling when she saw two people about their age, one with wavy teal hair, the other taller, with short sandy blonde locks. The blonde seated herself at a small piano that had been brought in, and the other picked up a violin from on top of the larger instrument. After flashing joint smiles, and a thumbs-up from the blonde, the two began to play.

Gently, Ami felt herself begin to sway back and forth, led by Makoto through a slow piece.

And then, the teal haired young woman began to sing.

"Lying here with you

Listening to the rain

Smiling just to see

A smile upon your face,"

Ami's eyes widened as she looked up at Makoto. This was a song she hadn't heard before, and the radio was always on at the hospital. She imagined she'd heard just about every song out there, and whether she paid particular attention or not, she always remembered what she heard.

"These are the moments

I thank God that I'm alive

These are the moments

I remember all my life

I've found all I've waited for

And I could not ask for more,"

Closing her eyes, Ami leant against Makoto's chest, feeling through their clothing the press of her breasts and the gentle sway of her hips. Makoto's cheek rested against the top of Ami's head, making the smaller woman feel enveloped in warmth. She smiled, pressing herself closer.

"Looking in your eyes

Seeing all I need

Everything you are

Is everything to me,"

A contented smile moved it's way slowly over Makoto's face, brightening her features. Green eyes closed, swaying gently with the music few had ever heard. She vowed to be eternally grateful to her friends; they'd provided her with this perfect moment. Perhaps it wouldn't last, perhaps soon reality would rush back, reminding her that Ami wasn't hers yet, and they had a long way to go…

But for now, she had this moment. This single, perfect moment. How could she not be grateful?

"These are the moments

I know heaven must exist

These are the moments

I know all I need is this

I've found all I've waited for

And I could not ask for more,"

And, so, they danced. In the middle of a park; there were no blooming cherry trees, and it wasn't a full moon. There was no nearby stream with a little wooden bridge over it, there was just them, holding each other and swaying to the music that flowed out from the piano and violin just a few feet away.

"I could not ask for more than this time together

I could not ask for more than this time with you

Every prayer has been answered

Every dream has come true

"Right here in this moment

Is right where I'm meant to be

Here with you, here with me,"

Ami eased away from Makoto gently to look up into her face. She couldn't see anything beyond the intense emerald green eyes flooded with longing, love, and not a little uncertainty. Ami didn't suppose she could blame Makoto for that, but there were few things she was sure of, and one of them was how very much she was not going to let Makoto go again.

"These are the moments

I thank God that I'm alive

These are the moments

I remember all my life

I've found all I've waited for

And I could not ask for more

"I could not ask for more than this time together

I could not ask for more than this time with you

And every prayer has been answered

Every dream has come true

"Right here in this moment

Is right where I'm meant to be

Here with you, here with me,"

Their embrace tightened again, and Makoto reveled in the feel of holding the smaller woman in her arms again. Perhaps their problems were too huge to overcome, but somehow, Makoto couldn't really believe that. Their friends were willing to accept her again, Amako seemed to love her, and here was Ami, in her arms, gently swaying to the music. It didn't matter that there were no blooming cherry trees, or that the moon wasn't full. She had Ami.

"No, I could not ask for more than this love you give me

'Cause it's all I've waited for

And I could not ask for more

No, yeah, no, I could not ask for more."

The final strains of the song wound away as rain began to fall. Quickly, Haruka and Michiru packed up the violin and threw a tarp over the piano, not wanting them to be damaged. They smiled, walking a few feet away to make a phone call.

Makoto laughed. "We should get out of here before we get soaked." Tugging on Ami's hand, she began to walk away. She stopped when she felt the resistance that indicated Ami wasn't moving. "Ami?"

She stood there, looking at Makoto with a wistful sort of mischievous smile. "Makoto… I have something for you." She smiled and tugged on Makoto's hand, dragging her a few feet away to where her purse lay on the ground. Fishing around inside it, she pulled up a small velvet box. "I know they're not exactly right, but…" She smiled, holding out the small gift.

Curious, Makoto took the box and flipped it open. Tears welled in her eyes immediately, half emotion and half amusement. She lifted out one of the objects; a small, pink rose stud earring.

"They always looked so good on you. I don't know why you got rid of them." She smiled. The rain began to fall harder, and Ami spread out her arms, tilting her face upwards.

Unable to resist, Makoto reached out and grabbed one of Ami's outstretched arms. Pulling her close, she ran the back of her hand over the woman's damp cheek. Their lips connected in a gentle kiss that quickly intensified.

Ami pulled away, smiling, and wrapped her arms around Makoto's waist, resting her head against her chest. She'd always loved kissing in the rain.

END