Hey everyone! *waves* Before you all kill me, yes! I am working on HinaV! But I was bored and decided to watch Paradise Kiss one afternoon when I should have been working on a science project. Wonderful show, horrible, TERRIBLE, ending. It made me really depressed the rest of the day T.T So here's my version that I wrote in 2 minutes ^^ I prefer to think of this as the actual ending and someone just edited the video I watched. Enjoy
-10 Years Later-
Next month I'm getting married.
We've been dating on and off for a long time, but he finally got around to proposing a while ago, after one of my photo shoots for Happy Berry. Miwako and Mikako were there to watch (unfortunately) and proceeded to sob after I said yes.
"Onee-chan, your boyfriend's here!"
Sipping my tea, I sigh, both of contentment and of slight regret. I'll be good and stuck with this guy after this, and I'm still deciding whether that's a good thing or a bad thing.
I decide quickly enough after his lips press against the side of my neck. "That's a pretty dress," he says, a smirk upon his face. "Who made it?"
I return his smirk with a coy smile of my own. "Why, a famous fashion designer. I'm sure you've never heard of him; he's called George Koizumi."
The blue-eyed devil in front of me reaches forward to fix a hair that has come loose from my pony-tail. "Hmm, he sounds a little familiar. Didn't he design the costumes for that play we're going to go see in America?"
Leaning towards him, I place a small kiss on the haute-couture designer, a promise of things to come. "Why, I do believe you're right; what're the odds of that?"
"Of me being right or him designed clothes seen by more than a fashion school?" George's eyes gleam with laughter as he helps me out of the chair, his arm gracefully draping around my waist while doing so.
I pretend to think for a minute before replying, "Both."
George chuckles before guiding me towards the door. "Come on, we have a party to attend, Yukari. Miwako won't be pleased if we're late!"
I say good-bye to my family before sliding into the passenger seat of my boyfriend's convertible. As soon as he clambers into his own seat and turns onto the radio, we're off and weaving through traffic towards the atelier.
After we're married next month, January, we'll go to America for our honeymoon. While we're there, we'll go see a popular play that George designed the costumes for; they received high reviews from every possible newspaper, even the ones that live to destroy people's careers. I don't know if I'll be able to concentrate on the comedy though; I'll probably be too distracted by the man next to me to even remember where we are.
[FIN]
Short, sweet, and my ideal ending. Review please, and I'll love you forever*!! :D
*Not really sorry.