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Yori Hayashi
I don't own Fruits Basket
A/N: Everyone, I would like to apologize, because some of you seem to be annoyed with me for hurting the characters. However, as life goes, people get hurt, and people die. I like to depict that in my stories. Not only for drama, but for truth. FYI, life doesn't always have happy endings. I strongly believe in depicting life as it could really be. (Despite the unlikely storylines… XD)
However, that doesn't totally go for my story, because I went for a very bittersweet ending. Don't give up on me, yet, as some of you probably already have. I told you all, there would be a surprise ending, and you are about to get it!
I thank everyone who has stuck by me during this story, and I hope you all aren't too mad at me about the last chapter. And if you are, you'll have to get over it, because that is how I write, and that's how life is. Despite that, though, I try to be optimistic. Haha. Onto the actual subject, though, I have thoroughly enjoyed reading all of your comments, and I think my writing has grown through this story more than any other.
Please enjoy the epilogue, and the final installment to this story!
Epilogue- One Final Goodbye
Four years later…
The cemetery was absolutely quiet. The wind was the only sound you could hear as it blew through the large oak trees. A man with orange hair, with his child and wife, entered the cemetery holding hands. The man squeezed his wife's hand, and nodded at her for reassurance. The small girl pulled some pink flowers out of the ground, and held them up for her father.
He laughed and accepted them.
"Kyou," said his wife, "where exactly is the grave?"
He clutched her hand again, this time tighter. "It's by the large oak tree. Are you sure—"
"I want to go," she cut him off.
He nodded, and led the way to the grave. Crouching down, Kyou layed the small, pink flowers onto the grave.
His wife covered her face as small tears fell onto her pink dress. "I feel bad, not being there for the funeral… It was the least I could do, after all that happened, Kyou…"
"It wasn't in your control," he told her, not looking back at her.
"Daddy," the little, brown-haired girl touched his shoulder and he turned his head to look at her. "Daddy, that woman, did you love her?"
He smiled at her, sadly. "Kyoko, that's a complicated story." He ruffled her hair, and stood to face his crying wife. "Calm down. I keep telling you that it wasn't your fault. Some good came out of this situation. At least Arisa didn't die, and now the curse is broken…"
"But… Akito-san—"
"She's gone, but you're still here, Tohru." He kissed her forehead, and the little girl giggled. The married couple ignored her giggling. "Tohru, just be glad that fall didn't kill you, like it did her."
"…Right…" She said.
They kissed again. Their god was gone, but he was free, and they would be living a melancholy "happily ever after".
The End
A/N: Surprised? Well, that's the end of that. I feel so empty inside, now… It's like… my child grew up and went to college… WAAAAAHHHHH!
(A hyper rabbit thingy flies in and whacks me in the head with a random object)
HR: Get a grip! You're only fourteen! You don't even have kids!
Me: (lying on the ground) You!? When did you get here!? Where have you been this entire story!?
HR: Oh… That's a funny story… (Thinks of girls on the beach)
Me: Uh… what are you thinking? Anyway… I really do appreciate all of you who've stuck with me to the end! I know the ending seemed cliché, but I added the melancholy just because. You all wanted your happy ending, so I gave you your… sort of happy ending. Haha.
HR: (reads through entire story, then has a sweatdrop) Yori-chan, you like writing kiss scenes, don't you?
Me: …(evil grin)
Enough of that skit, though. I hope that enough of you trusted me enough to read it all the way to the end! Some probably didn't, but that's okay! I hope that you all enjoyed. Wow… That's another fanfic off my back… Sniff…
Domo Arigoto Gozaimasu! I hope you all love your lives, and thank you, once again!
Goodbye, and check out my other stories!
Your loving authoress,
Yori Hayashi