~Epilogue eight~

"Suigetsu and Karin"

The day of the incident...

"You gonna say something, or are you gonna just stare me down like that?!" Karin snapped at her husband. "Or have I hurt your pride far to much?"

He seemed to be deciding what to retort back. He finally decided on, "If I had any left, no doubt you would've."

She rolled her eyes at that. "You're an idiot, you know that?"

He shrugged. "Don't talk, Karin. You're almost pretty until you do," he snapped back immaturely.

She glared. "Shut up, Suigetsu! I see what I was doing as a noble and generous-"

"You did it to get a reaction!" he cut in correctly.

"-thing to do," she finished, disregarding his last words as if they hadn't ever even been spoken.

He rolled his eyes at that. "Yeah, cause you're one for charity work."

"Well, I married you, didn't I?" she played the ace, winning the first round...

until...

"Nope. That's exactly why I married you."

She gasped. "Don't flatter yourself, Honey," the words were enough to almost make him wince at the sarcasm laced between every letter, which she spat viciously.

"Nah," he continued their verbal debate, "Flattery never works, Kar. You should know... especially after all the years you chased after Duck-butt."

She gasped. She bit her lips roughly, drawing blood from a small puncture. There was nothing more to say on her part. Suigetsu had won the fight and the game. And the sad thing? He already knew.

A smug smirk appeared on his face, daring her to wipe it off.

Suddenly, the young red haired woman got an idea. She went over to where Suigetsu was sitting. He watched her approach with caution, knowing well enough that she was about to pull something and that something was gonna be risky on his part.

Karin smiled down at her husband, sending involuntary shivers down his spine. But a small piece of him wondered what she was about to do with excited anticipation and an overall curiosity.

Then their lips connected. He moved (pushed her) onto the couch beside himself, holding her. His hand went to the small of her back. She gasped when his fang sank into her lips, drawing more blood. Suigetsu took no noticed. Karin tried to ignore it, but that wasn't working nearly as well as she was hoping it would.

Suigetsu's lips felt warm and passionate against her own. She felt like she was about to explode into a firework any minute now. Suigetsu, on the other hand, felt like a firecracker about to go off. And then the both just exploded into brilliance and colorful glitches of memories.

Karin woke up the next morning, blushing at the memory of last night. Suigetsu was fast asleep beside her, snoring like a bus (why do buses snore, you ask? The answer; I... actually can't tell you... cause I have no idea). She glared at his sleeping form, half formulating a plan to remove his head from his neck, but quickly decided against it, realizing that that would be far too messy.

She sighed. "Guess I'm stuck with you for a few more years," she whispered to the sleeping man. She suddenly found herself running a finger through his aqua-silver hair almost affectionately. Affectionate because she was being gentle and she was smiling at him.

He stirred, breaking her from her tranced fascination. She pulled her fingers away quickly, reasoning that, if she did just that, he'd continue to sleep. The exact opposite occurred instead. At the absence of her stroking fingers, he snapped into consciousness. Suigetsu gave a small groan before sitting up.

He raised an eyebrow at her. "What were you doing?" he asked her suspiciously. "You weren't going for my Kubikiribōchō just yet, were you?"

Karin could tell that he was joking, but she could also sense the sincere question under it all. "Nah," she lied, "Not yet anyway."

"Right. Give it a few years," he said, laughing slightly.

She raised an eyebrow at that.

"We should get up now," he said more seriously.

She nodded, being the first to move the covers back, glad for the distraction. She caught Suigetsu looking her way with a weird look on his face.

"What?!" she growled at him harshly.

He smirked. "Nothing you're old enough to know."

Karin's day was total crap. She'd gotten stuck working border patrol all day. She remembered the only real fun she had had the whole day; making fun of her patrol captain inside her own mind about his freakishly upbeat attitude about everything He'd even smiled when it had begun raining.

She collapsed into a chair. She groaned when she heard the door open and Suigetsu come in. She could already tell, from the mock snort she heard, that he was pretending to be hurt, touching his chest and all that.

She rolled her eyes. She was quite aware that he was about to deliver a joke that would, no doubt, make her even more angrier. "Before you do- don't," she warned smartly.

"Bad day, huh?"

She sighed. "You have no idea."

She felt his arms around her suddenly, making her feel like a child. Not to say that she didn't mind at the moment. Suigetsu smiled, the left side of his jaw-bone pressed against her right ear. She gasped when she felt his long, watery hand ran itself through her hair affectionately.

She shivered. Sometimes he forgot, but Suigetsu was ice-cold sometimes. This was one of those times. But she ignored it. This was too good a moment to make him stop. And besides, this was the least he could do for her at the moment.

"Wanna tell me about it?" he cooed at her.

She rolled her eyes at the tone, moving her fist backwards, catching him in the shoulder. "No!" she yelled.

She heard him chuckle, sending her into a fit of rage. "You think that's funny, ya weirdo?! I was stuck all with a guy that was too happy for real life. And don't even let me mention the rest of my team! They sucked almost as bad! I came home with a splitting headache and I don't wanna be teased by you, you got that?!"

The words came out faster than Karin realized. Suigetsu was left stunned and somewhat amused about the whole thing. "You're really cute when you're mad," was all he could say.

The result was immediate. "I hate you."

"Yeah, and I'm a flying goat," he snorted right back.

Three weeks later...

Karin slipped into consciousness, rolled out of bed, and got dressed. Suigetsu stirred, but didn't wake up. She rolled her eyes at his laziness.

She crouched down, picked up a shirt, and threw it at him. Needless to say, that boy was awake faster than a goat eating grain (which is REALLY fast).

He sighed, sitting up, glaring at her. She smirked and passed him some clothes. "Get dressed, will you?"

He smirked. "You love it."

She turned bright red at the accusation- which was, by all means, not true (*cough cough* liar *cough cough*).

"Just get dressed, you jerk."

Suigetsu complied with no more argument. He'd been noticing that Karin was getting more and more moody by the day. He gave a second to curse her female hormones before getting up.

He walked out into the kitchen, where Karin was just sitting on the floor. He felt instantly worried. He run over to her and crouched. "Hey, Kar, you okay?"

She looked half-dead, but managed a slight nod nonetheless. "My stomach's hurting," she muttered softly.

His eyes widened. "Are you-"

She glared fiercely. "Absolutely not! And I'm not gonna puke just to show you."

He smirked. "Hey now, I know you're stubborn, but this is beyond you."

She groaned, rubbing her face with her hand tiredly.

"Yep, you are not going to work today. And we may not want to dismiss the pregnant idea."

"I'm not pregnant!"

He smirked at her stubbornness. "No, you're just moody. You're pregnant."

"You made me that way."

She sighed, face-palming at her grinning husband, "You're an idiot."

He simply shrugged. "You made me that way."