AN: Alright, my period of mourning is over. Here is the final chapter. This has been a fun ride, I've loved all of you who have read (and double to those of you who reviewed). I'm going to take a break for a little while before I write Hunter's Moon and Eclipsed by the Moon to work on other stories (one is another YGO fic), but they are DEFINITELY on the list, and I will get to them! For now, enjoy your epilogue, and my love for all of you all for reading all of this.

Disclaimer: See Chapter Two

Wolf's Moon Epilogue

Boston, Massachusetts

Hurrying down the sidewalk, Yugi Muto worked hard not to trip on the sidewalk in his excitement. You would think he would be used to this, but… No, everyday was still fresh, like it would change the minute he left in the morning.

The pub was just now opening up for the dinner hour. He could smell his mother's cooking in the kitchen, and his stomach rumbled. Oh, if only Archeology Club hadn't run late. He was hyper aware of how empty his stomach was minus his usual afternoon snack. The bell chimed merrily as he opened the door, and the few customers turned to look at him.

As did a pair of heads behind the bar. One was identical to Yugi's, and the crimson eyes below it grew warm as soon as they locked with his. Atem Yukimura was quietly happy to see his lover. However, the other person was the first to have his attention.

"Yugi, Yugi!" cried the young boy, his mop of brown hair getting more rumbled as he hopped over the bar and ran to his younger foster father. "Yugi, you're late! Atem was getting anxious!" The scolding was funny, since the boy was barely seven years old.

However, the young Moon Child didn't mind it. After all, he thought, Seth was only a pup. Ruffling his hair, he made sure to meet with blue-violet eyes that were all eager excitement. "Well, I'll have to remember to call next time," he said apologetically. Seth beamed at him before backing off as a sixth sense told him his other foster father was right behind him, waiting his turn to great his partner.

Beaming, Yugi stood up and let Atem wrap his arms around him in greeting. While not as affectionate in public as he would like, the younger boy appreciated these quiet moments, as Atem continued to adjust to who he really was.

"Oi, love birds! Some of us want food!"

Yugi flushed as one Moon Child added a crude statement to the other's call, but Atem's reaction was a hiss and a warning glare at the pair. If anything, Atem was proof that the new compromise being hashed out between the Hunters and the Moon Children could work. He was perfect at his job keeping peace in the pub and picking up slack where Mrs. Muto needed him to because Yugi was stilling wrapping up his last year of high school. Seth was such a big help with that, the younger pup being an orphan who had needed someone as strongly as Atem needed someone to protect with his sister halfway around the world.

Yep, though Yugi to himself as his inner wolf rumbled in contentment. Things were going to be just fine…

Corsica, France

Leaning back on the warm sands, Ryo sighed softly. He might burn a little, but the sun was just calling him a little too strongly for him to care.

Till the hat hit him in the face.

Sputtering, he lifted the straw hat he vaguely recognized and stared as Bakura looked down at him, his own olive skin looking natural in the light. "You are going to burn so bad, bebe," he said teasingly, but his eyes were serious. His British accent didn't conflict with the Cajun slang, but only because he subtly changed his tone. It had become a joking turn of endearment between them, a sort of nod to how they met.

"Well maybe if we went somewhere that wasn't sunshine 24/7," Ryo complained, but to contradict Bakura his eyes weren't the least bit serious.

Shaking his head, the other man stretched out next to him. "People are going to start thinking you're bonkers, talking like that," he warned him, his tone light as he looked at the sparkling waves. "Is this supposed to be a hint? Ready to settle for a time, do some gallery selling?"

"Oh, I don't know," Ryo replied with a sigh, reclining back on the warm sand again. "This has been pretty nice…" Another reason why Bakura could be asking crossed his mind. "Are we running short on funds?"

The other white-haired man snorted in reply to that, a non-verbal response that Ryo chose to translate to mean that the Hunter's savings hadn't even had a solid dent made in it.

"So why the rush?"

Ryo felt both his eyebrows raise as Bakura both looked wickedly amused and highly annoyed at the same time. What on earth could have sparked that reaction in him? "Heard from Muyo," Bakura finally drawled, and the younger boy sat up straighter at the mentioning of their "little sister" in Japan...

Canberra, Australia

"Duke!"

Both of his brows rose in a mock-surprised expression. "What?" he drawled, obviously well aware of what had her upset but not about to budge on his stance about it.

However, Serenity did look rather cute with that pout on her face.

"Give me back my book!" she demanded of him, holding her hand out demandingly. "I have a test in that art theory class tomorrow!"

Duke barely blinked as he replied patiently, "And you've been squinting for the past thirty minutes, even with the glasses. So come on, snack and walk break." She continued to pout at him, but when he didn't lower the book, she finally stood with a huff and stalked off towards her bedroom. Smirking, he tucked in her bookmark so he would be able to find her place later when he read to her before he tucked the heavy text away on the bookshelf. He had just grabbed his set of the apartment keys and his wallet when she exited her bedroom with her purse. "Gyros?" he suggested, grinning when she wrinkled her nose. "It's that or the salad place, everything else is closed at this hour."

"Gyros it is," she hurried agreed, making him laugh. Albeit, they both agreed that salads were nothing but water, but it was always funny to see her reaction to them.

She had grown so much, away from her family's influence. Even if she still winced when she looked in the mirror and saw a piece of obsidian in place of a peridot. It made him feel warm, even against the slight chill that now existed between him and his own family after the heard his decision. "Alright, then, let's get going," he said, before clownishly offering her arm like a gentleman from olden times. She giggled, but took the subtly hidden help and linked arms with him so he could lead her down to the street.

Domino City, Japan (Kyūshū)

Humming to herself, Muyo smiled as she finished the bento. Carefully sliding the familiar box into the furoshiki along with a bottle of water, she began a mental countdown.

"WAAAAIEEEE!"

At one, the loud shout came from downstairs. And she didn't look the least surprised. She just shook her head and sat the cloth bag next to the satchel waiting on the breakfast bar-the one where breakfast was rarely eaten. Instead, the woman moved a plate of Western-style breakfast foods to the place set on the table of sunroom-like dining nook.

"Onee-sama, why didn't you wake me?"

"I did," Muyo replied calmly, as a very rumbled Mokuba ran into the kitchen. "You argued with me." The subtle punishment for speaking out to the alpha female was accepted with a wince. She didn't seem angry, and instead gestured for him to sit.

Mokuba threw himself into the one chair set, and with a rapid, "Itadakimasu!" began to shovel food in his mouth. He almost choked, though, when his hair was suddenly tugged. "Onee-sama!" he garbled in annoyance.

A rap to the head with the hairbrush she held reminded him of his manners. "Focus on your food," she scolded before resuming the task of pulling his hair into a neat tail at the base of his neck. Finishing with a pat on his shoulder, Muyo let him be to start cleaning up the kitchen.

Roland entered the kitchen through the back door and hovered in the doorway. "Ohayo, Muyo-san, Mokuba-san," he greeted them gruffly, rather than risk another scolding from his boss's girlfriend.

"Ohayo," she returned his greeting with a small smile before saying warningly, "Mokuba-kun, you are going to be late…"

"Hai," he answered, hurriedly shoving his last piece of toast into his mouth. He was resigned when he saw Muyo standing by the counter. She straightened his tie, tugged disapprovingly at his rolled-up shirt sleeves and shirt tails hanging from beneath his sweater vest, but otherwise let him be. He swiped his satchel and took the offered bento with a bow. "Arigato, Onee-sama," he said politely lest he get another whap with something heavier than a hairbrush when his brother found out, before darting out the back door. Muyo and Roland shared amused nods before he followed at a more sedate speed.

It was a familiar routine, as was her quiet morning translating a book of French poetry she was editing freelance, before she began to cook again. Just as she was finished gathering refrigerated items with the freshly heated, Roland arrived to take her to Kaiba Corp. He waited patiently as she packed the two-person bento into a bag, before escorting her to the town car, passing by her motorcycle which was curiously covered for the winter despite the warm weather.

A few employees nodded or greeted her on the trip upstairs. The story had been that Muyo was a protected witness, as was Rebecca, so they had lived together till the case settled and Rebecca could safely return to her family. Muyo's immediate resignation and then new status as being in a relationship with the boss had set the gossip mill into overload, as well as changing the way many of her former co-workers now treated her. One woman Muyo remembered being quite catty about her riding leathers complimented her insincerely on her summer dress and cardigan. Between her teeth, Muyo thanked her before hurrying to Seto's office before she hurt someone.

Akira beamed when she saw her friend enter their previously shared space. "He just finished with a meeting, it's perfect for a lunch break and chat." She pointedly looked where a sniffly young woman was packing up her office, formerly where Muyo had worked.

Rolling her eyes, the half-Hunter muttered while shaking her head, "I'm picking the next one." Her friend snickered, but led her into the office.

Seto looked up from the pile of briefs on his desk and barely refrained from smiling. "No leather? You took the car today?"

She sniffed as she walked over to his casual meeting area, with a coffee table perfect for a quick lunch. "Hello to you too," she quipped, "And yes, Roland drived. I need to give the engine a total check-up before I ride again," she needlessly explained, which set off an alarm in his head for a moment. She set the bento out into its different boxes, and as he walked over left him to settle himself on one of the couches. When she returned with a bottle of water for her, white tea for him, and the bowls and utensils they kept here for just this occasion, he refused to let her sit opposite of him, instead pulling her down so she was next to him. Not raising a fuss in the slightest, the two began to fill their bowls, but not without a good deal of teasing.

"Noodles?"

"Do you want your stomach growling in the middle of the afternoon? …Hey, share the sausage!"

"…"

"Not. One. Word."

It quieted between them for a moment, but Muyo was the first to quietly point out, "You fired another PA…" as she popped a meatball in her mouth. He gave a snort in reply. Narrowing her eyes, she continued with a new edge in her voice, "You have to keep one, soon. You're too busy. Mokuba and I hardly see you except during the full moon."

"I will."

She rolled her eyes at the typical short reply and used her chopsticks to gesture as she said, "Promises, promises. I'm choosing your next, those usually last at least a full month. This last barely made it for one week—" She cut herself off when she realized her chopsticks felt too heavy for them to be empty. Curious, she glanced down at them only to have to take a second look. Her mouth went dry. A platinum band with a star sapphire was hung, precariously, on them, slipped there when she rolled her eyes.

Seto took advantage of her frozen state to take the ring back and lift her off hand. "Will you?" he finished his subtle promise to commit to her.

Dumbly, she nodded and was rewarded with a slow, shy smile as he slipped the ring on to her hand.

Akira walked in just as Muyo began to recover her senses as she raised the ring to get a better look. She spotted it and began to squeal. "Oh, the timing is too perfect!" she said, clapping her hands enthusiastically, "You'll be able to have the ceremony before the baby comes!"

"Baby?" Now it was Seto's turn to look pole-axed.

Muyo leveled a glare at her friend who smiled sheepishly. "Um…Surprise?" the secretary said weakly.

He just stared at Muyo.

"Just a few weeks along," she told him soothingly, knowing what was going through his mind. He nodded dumbly in reply, mirroring her answer to his proposal, which set the two girls both into giggle fits.

"Poor Kaiba-sensei…" Akira gasped out, "Out-surprised by his own pup!"

Closer: And with that, I leave you to mock Kaiba, and wait eagerly for me to write what happened with our other four couples as well as the one-shots that take place after this one.

Translations:

French:

Bebe—Cajun slang for "baby"

Japanese:

Kyūshū—the southern-most island of Japan, holds many different prefectures, including Okinawa and, for the instance of this story, Domino City (I know, canon says it's most likely a Tokyo suburb, but I needed it more south!)
Bento—Japanese lunch boxes
Furoshiki—cloth bags used to hold bento
Onee-sama—big sister
"Itadakimasu!"—said before a meal, it literally translates to "I'm going to eat now!"
-san—honorific that is the equivalent of Miss, Mrs., Mr., etc…
Ohayo—Good morning
Hai—Yes, or in this context, Yes, ma'am
Arigato—Thank you

And for those who care, here's a rough time line for the last few chapters (in case I lost anyone):

Chapters Fourteen/Eighteen: September
Chapters Thirteen/Fifteen/Seventeen: October
Chapters Twelve/Sixteen: November
Epilogue: Summer