A/N

The end is here!

This is the last chapter of An Unforgettable Halloween and I've included some extra fluff since this has been a mostly depressing story.

I'll post a continuation to A Happy Thanksgiving in Montana next week so keep an eye out for it!

Thanks for reading~ MWG96

By the time Kyouko awoke for the second time, the sun had long ago set and the only light in her bedroom flittered in from the crack in her bedroom door. The woman frowned, trying to recall how she'd ended up in bed when the last thing she remembered was sobbing in her kitchen. The amber eyed woman had no recollection of moving from one location to another and that worried her almost as much as the sound of voices drifting in from the living room. There were at least three people arguing in the other room and Kyouko would've remembered letting anyone into her apartment. But what sort of burglars hung around after robbing someone?

She silently pushed aside her covers, and padded out of her bedroom. As she drew closer to the living room she began to make out some of the words from the argument.

"—fault? How the heck is this my fault?"

"You're the one who kissed her."

Kyouko poked her head into her living room and was shocked to see Okaa-san, Otou-san and Tsuruga-san sitting around the living room table, drinking tea civilly despite their ongoing bickering.

"Oh, ease up, Kuu," Okaa-san scolded. "He's a boy in love. There a certain expectation for him to do stupid things."

Tsuruga-san gave the blonde woman a dry look. "Oh, wow, thanks. That's just what I needed to hear."

"And I don't remember you being such a baby. Now go see if Kyouko's woken up," the tiny model ordered.

"She's already awake," Kyouko said, drawing their attention, "and confused. Shouldn't you two be ripping his head off or something?" That was certainly what she felt like doing, even though she knew it wasn't his fault her heart had been broken. Women in pain generally weren't rational, especially when concerning the person who had caused said pain.

Julie smiled at her daughter. "We were planning to before Ren-kun cleared up this whole misunderstanding. Sometimes you two are too oblivious for your own good."

The two actors exchanged a questioning glance before turning their puzzled gazes to the ex-model. Said blue eyed woman sighed, seeing that she was going to have to say it bluntly. "You two," she pointed at Kyouko and Kuon, "could've avoided this whole mess if one or both of you had noticed the other's feelings."

They still stared at her blankly and Julie resisted the urge to beat them over the head with a heavy object. "Kyouko wouldn't be heartbroken and Ren wouldn't be awash with guilt if one of you two had figured out the other is head over heels in love with you."

Finally, recognition set in and they stared at her like landed fishes. They were a match made in heaven, even if only regarding their obliviousness. Julie grabbed her coat while Kuu used his phone to snap a picture of the speechless pair. The Hollywood couple showed themselves out with a murmured good luck and left the couple to their own devices. The actors could only stare at the door in complete disbelief.

Kyouko was the first to break out of the daze and her gaze immediately flickered to the handsome man beside her before landing on her sock-covered feet, where it stayed as her mind whirled with new information. Her world, which had stopped completely, had suddenly begun to spin at top speed, leaving the actress more than a little off balance. And more than a little angry with herself for not even suspecting her sempai had felt the same way about her. Wasn't she was supposed to be able to see through any mask Tsuruga wore?

After a few more moments of silence, Kyouko began fiddling with her hands, unsure how to face her sempai. According to Okaa-san, their feelings were mutual but the amber eyed actress still wasn't entirely confident in that knowledge. Her doubts about her worth were still there, even if they had been temporarily soothed by Otou-san.

How could someone so handsome, so kind and caring love a plain, boring girl like her? Kyouko certainly didn't know. Her only redeeming qualities were cooking and sewing, neither of which were particularly attractive to the modern man, especially not one who had as bad eating habits as Tsuruga Ren.

The woman nearly jumped out of her skin when the tall man beside her placed a hesitant hand on her shoulder. Wide amber eyes turned to regard Ren, and he could see the hope and fear in her eyes plain as day. It gave him hope that his mother was right, and that this amazing woman loved him. It was surreal to say the least since he'd been in love with her for over ten years.

"Is what she said true?" he asked, slowly trailing his hand down Kyouko's arm until his hand met hers.

She shivered at the contact, but didn't pull away, which he took as a good sign. "Is it?" she asked quietly, silently enjoying the warmth of his large hand around hers.

"Yes."

Her amber eyes searched his face for a moment before a bright smile stretched across her face. "Yes, Ren. Yes."

The brunet returned her smile, and released her hand to draw her into the circle of his arms. She fit perfectly there, or at least Ren thought so. He placed a kiss on the top of her head, and drew back slightly as she lifted her head.

"If you're going to kiss me," Kyouko said slowly, standing on the tips of her toes, "do it like this." She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing his head closer to hers, and kissed him.

Sometime later, the couple drew apart for air and neither could resist grinning.

"You do realize," Ren murmured, still dazed from their second kiss within twenty-four hours, "that we're going to have to thank her, right?"

"Thank who? For what?"

The tall actor chuckled. "I'll tell you later, Kyouko." Having said his piece, the tall man went back to making the love of his life forget all about the world around them.

It was a merely added bonus that he didn't have to think about wearing that damn pink jumpsuit starting Monday.

Several years and a few moves later, a twenty-seven year old Kyouko sat cross-legged beside the bed she shared with her fiancé and flipped through old photo albums. She had been in the middle of packing up the master bedroom when she'd stumbled upon a box of dusty albums she had forgotten about in the back of the closet.

The amber eyed woman smiled, seeing a photo of a tall, brooding brunet dressed in luminescent pink. She remembered the day that picture was taken and how utterly miserable he'd been that he had been forced to wear the Love Me jumpsuit for an entire week. He had cheered up eventually, especially after he'd stolen a few kisses in the LME camera blind spots. There was another photo tucked behind the one with the pink jumpsuit and Kyouko had a feeling she knew which one that was.

Yashiro, the devious but kind man he was, had given them that particular picture on their first anniversary as a couple. Unfortunately, he had shown it to the President first and Takarada-san had made an enlarged copy which he had proudly displayed in the Love Me room for the whole world to see. Moko had just patted Kyouko on the back sympathetically and congratulated the younger actress on her Love Me graduation. The raven haired actress had graduated less than two years later, after announcing her relationship with the aforementioned manager.

Ren, though he went by Kuon now, had extracted his revenge by getting a picture of the actress and bespectacled man making out and had proudly presented it to the President. It had been a cold war between actor and manager for nearly six years now with no end in sight. Moko and Kyouko both agreed that their men were being stubborn idiots, but left the guys to sort out the mess themselves. They knew better than to get involved.

The amber eyed actress was so engrossed in the photos and the memories they inspired, she didn't hear her fiancé come up behind her.

"What're you smiling 'bout?" Kuon asked, turning his head to get a better look at the album in the lap of his fiancée—God, but he loved using that word now, especially when it meant he could stake a claim on his Kyouko.

Said woman reacted as if an alien had suddenly beamed down in front of her and at some point, the woman had scrabbled across the bed, clutching the dusty album to her chest. Her reaction gave her blonde husband-to-be a few ideas about which album she had been looking through.

"Kyouko," he rumbled menacingly, "is that the album I think it is?"

"Um, no?"

She squealed as the tall man lunged for her and the album, and quickly fled towards the living room of their shared apartment, dodging half packed boxes as she went. Unfortunately, her nifty footwork still needed improvement and Kyouko caught her foot on the edge of a box filled to the brim with packing material. It went flying just as Kuon barreled into the room.

The blonde man slipped on the packing peanuts and ended up looming over his petite fiancée, who still clutched the album closely even as she stifled a smile at their current position and the peanuts that had landed in her man's hair. He smiled down at her, blue eyes glinting triumphantly as he leaned down to steal a kiss, something that he did at almost every opportunity now.

"You know, we should do this more often."

Kyouko laughed, a trill of bells to his ears. "Considering you always kiss me whenever you have the time."

"And is that such a bad thing?"

She smiled up at him and before he could swoop in to steal another kiss, held the photo album in front of her lips. "Would you like to walk down memory lane with me for a bit?"

She gave him wide, sweet amber eyes and a signature pout that always got him to do whatever she wanted. It was only fair since he could give her that smile that made her knees weak and her heart rate skyrocket. Those times were the closest she had and would ever come to swooning.

Kuon knew he long before she'd given him that look that he was a goner, and even if a part of him sighed, there was a part of him that had never been happier with that fact.

"Fine, but if I find one of the pictures from that Halloween party two years ago, I'm going to burn them."

"You think I would leave those in a place you could find them?" Was his soon-to-be bride's indignant response.