This is it. The end! Enjoy!

Kat

-Mello-

Five years later

"Mels?"

I sat up sleepily seeing the little four year old girl next to my bed.

"What's wrong princess?"

She crawled in bed with me.

"I had a nightmare. Can I stay?"

"Of course you can."

She smiled climbing in snuggling into my chest clinging to her stuffed unicorn.

"Your dad is going to have a fit. That you're not in your bed."

"I don't care. Can you sing that song?"

Going back to one of my only fond childhood memories I began to sing a lullaby. She smiled happily cuddling closer and hogging my blankets. As she fell asleep I kissed her forehead.

"Sweet dreams Sam."

"Daddy loves you Mels."

"I know sweet. Go to sleep."

"Is that why Mama hates you?"

"Sleep."

Nodding she drifted off. In her childhood innocents she had stumbled upon the not so well kept secret that the King preferred my company to his Queen's. While the general populace didn't know, anyone who spent any amount of time with the three of us could tell. After they were first married I was still his bodyguard. It was hard. Not holding his hand or kissing him or…..And I knew him well enough to know he was miserable. Not three weeks after the wedding I had him on his wedding bed while Anna was out. Anna had no clue. Whenever Matt would disappear she didn't know that he wasn't playing his games or taking a break. No, most of the time we went to my place for a bit of time together. When she became pregnant with Samantha Matt felt guilty and we stopped our rendezvous. Anna was highly upset that it was a girl; Matt however took it in stride. I was heartbroken that it was a girl because Matt had mentioned that after they had a son he would tell her about us. They had to have a son to carry on the bloodline, the name. Anna was about six months pregnant when she found us. We were in Matt's private quarters, a place not even she was supposed to come without permission. It was where he played his games and relaxed. A place we could be alone. She just walked in and saw us. We were shirtless lying on the couch cuddling and kissing as we watched some movie. To say she was angry was an understatement. She yelled at Matt; that was the only time I've ever seen her yell, and ordered Matt to end this fling and come back to her. She slapped him when he told her he loved me. That he had before they were even married.

That was when she began to sleep in separate quarters, and made it impossible for me to be Matt's bodyguard. I instead became, essentially the nanny. After Samantha, Sam, was born I was her "bodyguard." Instead I practically raised her. I felt horrible because Anna became a very hand's off mother, concentrating more on being a queen. She would go to Matt's rooms several nights a week hoping to have a son. I spent my nights taking care of Sam. A nickname that pissed the Queen off to no end, but I didn't care. She stole Matt so I stole her child. Whenever Sam looked back on her life it would be me and Matt she remembered not Anna. Whenever she hurt herself she would come to me. Anna realized too late that by trying to hurt me she had lost the affections of her child.

Years passed and they had three more girls that I raised before they finally had a boy. By this point we were no longer young, and all three of us were bitter by not having love in our life. Matt had reclused himself, Anna was every bit the Queen, and I was the lonely man wishing for love lost. While I never saw much of the boy, Adam, I was with the girls daily, and they came to me for everything. When Sam fell in love with her younger bodyguard, and he reciprocated, I went to Matt and demanded he allow them to marry. He gave me a look of longing and consented. While I had no sway when it came to Adam's life, he had an arranged marriage but seemed happy enough, I ensured that the girls were able to marry for love.

We were old, Matt had given his throne to Adam and his wife. Years of smoking had caught up to him and he was on his death bed. All the legal things were taken care of and he waved the rest of the people away.

"Mello."

I took his hand.

"Call me Mihael."

"Mihael."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Mail."

"Kiss me?"

I kissed him for the last time, and he smiled as he died. I brushed the hair out of his face standing to leave. I left letters for the girls. Sitting on my bed I toyed with a bottle of sleeping pills. Is there life after death? Who knows? If there is maybe I would see Matt. Muttering a final prayer I took the entire bottle lying down. They will find me in the morning. I knew I wouldn't be buried with Matt, but….

Holding his goggles I fell asleep.