Happy New Year, guys! Here is my New Years' present just for you: Epilogue 3! Have a great 2014, and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Ding dong, ding dong.
Phoenix's clock rang 12 midnight, and he set off the first firework. Phoenix and Maya were spending New Years' Eve at Fey Manor.
"It's New Years' Nick, it's New Years'! IT'S 2014!"
Maya had a radio with her, and she pressed a button that instantly blasted the Steel Samurai theme. She started dancing rambunctiously, without a care in the world.
Phoenix looked at her and smiled. He continued to set off fireworks to accompany her fabulous dancing. She stopped and looked at Phoenix endearingly. Phoenix was working hard to set off the rest of the fireworks, and she looked up at the sky. Maya admired the sparkly blue and purple fireworks flashing in the sky.
She ran over to him and gave him a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Happy New Year, Nick! I hope I can spend the rest of the year with you!"
Phoenix looked at her and returned her tight hug with the same tightness. "Happy New Year, sweetie." He had a habit of calling her nicknames like that. Maya could never really do that, because she's just used to calling him Nick, and she would blush so hard if she tried to call him something. Maya already blushes a bit whenever he calls her "sweetie" or "dearie". Especially "dearie".
Phoenix finally finished setting off the last firework, and she looked up into the sky. She could barely see the stars; firework clouds were covering them. Suddenly, one firework showed up in the sky, then another, and another! It seemed as though elsewhere, someone was setting off fireworks, just for Phoenix's and Maya's romantic moment for the new year.
At the same time, they turned to face each other. They knew something special had to be done under the magical fireworks. Maya smiled mischievously and leaned in a little closer to Phoenix. He knew exactly what was on her mind.
Phoenix put his arms around her and pulled her completely close to him. She put her hands on his shoulders. He leaned in and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. She returned it wholeheartedly, and pulled back. They smiled, and gave each other another warm and tight hug. That kiss? That kiss was their first kiss for 2014. It will certainly be a happy new year for Phoenix and Maya.
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Beep, beep. Beep, beep.
Miles clock struck twelve midnight. It showed the date: Wednesday, January 01, 2014. He had some fireworks ready for the New Year, and set the first firework off. It shot up into the sky, and flashed the numbers 2, 0, 1, and 4 to make 2014. Franziska smirked and took a sip of her cocktail drink.
Franziska and Miles were spending their New Years' Eve in Miles' backyard. It was more of a fancy garden, actually.
Miles set off the first firework, but he let a maid set off the rest while he went to sip his cocktail next to Franziska, who was sitting down on a table.
She smirked again. "Happy New Year, Miles." She took another sip of her drink.
Miles nodded and smirked as well. "Happy New Year, Franziska." He also took another sip of his drink.
Awkward silence followed by small slurps of the expensive alcoholic drink ensued the short greeting. They watched the fireworks pop and flash green and blue in the sky. Miles got up and put something on Franziska's head. It felt like a hat.
"Miles, is this… Is this a hat?" She quickly tore the thing off of her head and looked at it. It was a small, blue, cone-shaped hat that had the words "Happy New Year 2014" on it. She turned around to see that Miles was wearing a similar hat, except it was like a top hat and it was red.
"Why are you wearing that? You look foolish." She wanted to throw hers aside, but Miles caught it and put it back on her head.
"Franziska, you should wear this. It is the new year, after all. Be festive for a change." He was talking seriously, but there was a hint of amusement in his voice.
Franziska just sighed and looked at the fireworks again. Miles put his hands on her shoulders and looked at the fireworks as well. The hands resting on her shoulders were anxious and seemed to be moving a little.
Franziska just immediately stood up and confronted Miles about it. The movement was a little annoying, and she was starting to feel ticklish.
"Miles, are you expecting or waiting for something?! It's the New Year, and I don't want to star-"
Before Franziska could finish her sentence, Miles gave her a kiss on the lips. A long and passionate one, too. He pulled her close to him, and Franziska couldn't help but put her arms around him. Other than her father, Miles was the only person who really had control over her.
He pulled back, and put a strand of her hair behind her ear. He whispered, "Happy New Year…" He was going to let go of her, but Franziska leaned in and gave Miles another kiss. And another, and another. And these were no pecks either; these were real kisses. She kept kissing him until she thought she could never stop. Franziska had never felt like this before; she'd never felt like she could love someone at all, or be loved like that.
Miles was the one to pull away again, and he touched noses with Franziska. His breathing was just the slightest bit rough, and he was sweating a little bit. "Franziska… I love you… so much…" He gave her a hug and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
"I… love you, too…" Franziska returned the hug and buried her face in Miles' hair. She mumbled, "Happy New Year…"
They separated, and saw that the pile of fireworks was only half-way. It turned out that the maid who was setting off the fireworks stopped for a while because she was watching them. The maid was crying because she probably thought it was romantic. When she realized that they were done with what they were doing and were now looking at her questioningly, she hurriedly continued to set off the rest of the fireworks. For the rest of the night, Franziska and Miles were looking up into the sky at the fireworks, and really hoping that they would stay together at least until the next New Year.
"Happy New Year, and have a wonderful 2014!"
I was actually blushing for the especially suggestive part in Mitsumei... And a little bit, too for Narumayo.
