Wow, 9804 words. Document created on September 27th, 2007. Finished March 4th, 2008. This is my journey through one of the many stories I have in my head. It's all thanks to YOU the reader, who led me into the completition of this fic. I want to specially thank Misha-12 for her constant good humor and quotes, thanks for the help and the good friendship. I dedicate this fanfic to my grandmother, may she rest in peace.

MAY YOU REST ASSURED THESE STORIES WILL NOT BE WASTED.

Again, final update and chapter. OnixTales singing out. MORE COMING ON THE WAY OF PITA-TEN TRUST ME!

Oh and Deruna is a pun to my actual last-name! (hint hint).

XII

How to end a story

Ten opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he felt was an uncontrollable itch down his throat. The light above him was so blinding that he couldn't even see beyond it. The world swam back into his focus so fast that he felt a rabid impulse to vomit, as the respiration aid was being taken out of him. A hand struck him from the shoulder as forced him to sit down.

"It's OK, Ten-chan." A familiar voice said "It's OK now."

Ten blinked for a moment he turned. He gasped in amazement. There was Kotarou, the guy had crashed into his windshield, sitting beside his bed and smiling broadly. "I never knew you could smile!" he said happily. Ten was even more surprised to see who was holding Kotarou's hand. It was Misha. She looked slightly older, but with the same juvenile freshness that she always had on her. Next to her were Dai and Kaoru. Dai seemed extremely worried "Oi!" shouted Dai "Can't you ever call a friend for a while! Geez!". Ten felt another hand touch him. It was the soft and familiar hand he was familiar with the most. He turned to the other side and saw a sobbing Koboshi, still in a dirty cocktail dress. "DON'T EVER DO THAT AGAIN, TEN!" she sobbed. It wasn't sadness, it was happiness.

The whole of the room was filled with it. It was such an atmosphere that Ten felt like forgetting everything: Shia, the guy with the missing arm, everything that had happened that night. Kotarou felt a sudden urge to look up at the clock that was on the other side of the room. It had struck the midnight and one minute. Kotarou looked towards the hall for a brief moment, and suddenly saw a shadow. He looked again, and saw nothing.

"I could've sworn I saw Sasha-san there." He thought.

Indeed she was, but hidden in the darkness that the shadows cast by the night offered, he smiled. It was the best outcome possible The only outcome anyways, she had just been hindering it. She had a misbehavior claim to respond to, but that didn't matter for now. All she could think of was her sister's happiness. "It seems like I have to learn from you, sis." She whispered. Sasha spread her wings and disappeared into twilight.

….

I put my pen down and checked my wristwatch. 7.22 P.M. Me, Kotarou and Misha had been sitting on the coffee table for hours, with him and Misha telling me the story that just passed onto you. "Here's the big question Higuchi-san." I said after a brief silence. "Do you expect me to believe this happened to you? Most importantly, why me?". Kotarou's wife put her hand over mine and said "Kotarou-kun felt that it was meant to be told by you." Kotarou sat back and laughed. "I suck at story-telling. I just hope that you could make this much clearer than I would." We were sitting on a rooftop café near the Tokyo Tower. It was strange how the moon made background for the atmosphere that had just settled.

"It was the night I died that I was truly reborn, Deruna-san." Kotarou-san said. "I saw the light behind life. I came to an understanding that everything is meant to be the way things happen, only good things will come if you hope and work for them. But there will be hardships on the way, no doubt about that. But they make the prize even more worth having. Look at me! I have the girl of my dreams as my loving wife, and I have a successful editing company! I think good things will come for you Deruna-san. The goodwill is there, you just have to see it behind the fog of your constant discontent."

I just wrote that down and said. "Y'know, I couldn't put it better myself."

THE END