10 years later
Izayoi walked down the street, holding onto Kasukabe's necklace, a memory he will never forget. It was a walk he made every year, every time he went he would try to place the genome tree with it's rightful owner, but something would always push his hand away, at first he thought it was his will, but then realized it wasn't, kasukabe? Why don't you take it? He walked down, the image of her face in his mind, and whenever she did smile, he would always stare and think that she was more beautiful than the big chested kuro usagi. He held on tighter to the necklace as hot tears rolled down his face. Then he felt a tugging of his clothes. He turned to face a petite girl in a wheelchair. "Why are you crying?" she asked. He wiped his tears, he bent down and patted the girl's head, "no reason…" he looked at her, it was sad to see a young girl in a wheel chair, all alone. Then he felt as if the gift in his hand started tugging out of his gripped, as if it were trying to go somewhere. He then smiled, he knew what to do, he put the necklace around the girl's neck, and he put out his hand,
The girl put hers over his, and then Izayoi helped this girl up, she stood, the girl smiled brightly, and looked up at him, "Thank you oni san!" Izayoi smiled as he watched her run away, stumbling more than walking. Then he continued his annual walk, soon to be in front of Kasukabe's gravestone, he sat in front of it, Kasukabe yo, beloved friend, beloved problem child. Izayoi laughed, but it was empty, "they forgot to add beloved girlfriend…" more tears rolled down from his already wet eyes. He tried to picture her in his mind, but the image of the little girl popped up instead, he tried to concentrate on hoe she looked like, but still… the same little girl. Then he stopped, the image of the little girl smiling came into mind, tears streamed down his face, oh god, why… why. He sobbed as he thought of that girl, "Kasukabe, you don't remember me, huh? Or is this some sort of joke? Does God hate me that much?"
He whispered a quote from which he had always said every visit, "how could you rise anew if you have not first become ashes?" but now he realized how true it had been….
Here in this suffering, all previous beliefs are called into question. They are consumed in the fire sparked and fueled by our own illusion. The pain becomes the ashes we are now entombed in. it is only when we find ourselves at this most imprisoned of junctures that we emerge again, the phoenix of our very life which is ever so much more beautiful than the last.
Wazzup guys so that's the end of this fanfic! Hope you like it! Thanks so much for reading it all the way through if you did! Thanks for the people who left a review! I'll be doing more! Hopefully you will be with me then! So bye fer now