I can't stand it! I hate you all! You are all so nice to me in the reviews, and I plan on doing this to you! I feel so mean and awful!

I guess I can't be too upset. I should have seen this coming. See, I was planing on doing this (the content of this epilogue) since I started writing this story. It was always in the plans, but never really hinted at until the end.

I hope you all still like me, (and this story) by the end of this epilogue.

Epilogue

"Those Who Loved…"

Kakashi held his newborn son in his arms while his daughter grasped at his pant-leg. "Daddy?" She looked up at him pleadingly. "Where's Mommy?" Her black eyes searched his imploringly. She looked exactly like her father with her white hair and dark eyes.

"She's gone." He choked on the words, not wanting to believe them. "Mommy isn't here anymore." His eyes began to water at the thought.

The baby boy began to cry and Kakashi rocked back and forth trying to comfort him. "Maybe you should tell him the princess story." Kichi suggested. "I always feel better when Mommy tells it to me."

Kakashi sat down in the nearest chair. He was in a hospital waiting room and he watched the nurses going in and out, back and forth, giving good news and bad to all around him. Why? He thought. Why did it have to be her? Why so soon? Why couldn't we have had a few more years? He looked into the eyes of his four year old daughter and his newborn son and thanked whoever he could think of for their existence.

How was it that life could give her to him and take her away so quickly? He thought back to when he first married her and how all he wanted was a friend, what became of that? He looked over at a man across the room who was sitting alone.

The man spoke softly but Kakashi knew the words were meant for him. "I envy you. You loved."

"Daddy?" Kichi questioned again, probing into his grief. "What's the baby's name?"

He looked down at the whimpering bundle in his arms. His son had chocolate brown hair, and as he watched him only one name seemed appropriate. "Nat."

"I think Nat wants to hear about the princess." Kichi insisted. She jumped up into the chair beside her father and leaned her head against his arm.

"Ok." Kakashi relented. "Once upon a time, there were a king and queen who had a beautiful baby daughter…"

Ok, I CRIED when I wrote this. Honestly, Natsko was one of my favorite characters I have ever written. But all good things must come to an end. I wanted her to be human to the utmost. If she got over her injury and lived through having more than one kid, then it would just be too... unrealistic. Don't get me wrong, I love writing the far-fetched plots, just try reading "Time and Eternity". I just felt that with Natsko and Kakashi, things should be as real as possible. That being said, I hope you don't hate me too much for this.

I would like to dedicate this story to Grace, who requires three things out of a good plot: Blood, Death and Pregnancy. Not necessarily in that order.

Thanks to all my reviewers! I would list you, but there are more of you than I thought there would be! You are all special and I love that you lasted this long. What am I saying? I love YOU! I give you all cookies for your awesomeness!