(A/N: And so it end here. In this, the final chapter, time has skipped forward four and a half years. Read on!)
"Mommy! Daddy! Who're these people?"
Mimiru glanced up from doing the butterfly and Duo lifted his own gazed from the distributor in front of him as three sets of feet scurried into the living room.
"Who's who, my little Peanut?" Mimiru asked, switching herself into a sitting position as Kamui flopped himself into the prime real estate that was her lap.
"These people!" Himeno said, crawling into Duo's lap with a degree of difficulty as she was dragging a very large, very full, photo album with her.
Duo stared a the photo his daughter indicated and did his best to stifle a booming laugh that was welling up in his chest.
"That, my little Pookypod, would be your mother and I." Duo said with a playful smirk, taking in the incredulous look on his children's faces.
"Whaaaaaaat?" Solo cried incredulously, his green eyes widening in shock as Duo removed the picture and pointed himself out, "But-but daddy…how come you look s'much like a girl?"
Duo's face faltered and Mimiru couldn't contain herself and burst out laughing, making Kamui twist around in her lap, determined to find out what was so gosh darned funny.
"Papa? Why's Mama laughin' s' hard?" Kamui demanded to know as his mother continued to laugh so hysterically that tears were running down her cheeks.
"Never you mind, son." Duo muttered, massaging the bridge of his nose as the long buried chestnut was dusted off and polished to a high-gloss finish.
"Mama?"
Misaki glanced down to answer the insistent tugging at her pant leg.
"What can I do ya for, Shin-Lu?" Misaki smiled, swooping her daughter off the floor and situating her on the counter top.
"Daddy's doin' somethin' bad." the small girl said in a hushed tone, causing Misaki to narrow her eyes.
"I see…where's your father, honeybunch?" she asked in as sweet a tone as she could muster, lifting the small off the counter.
Shin-Lu pointed towards the sliding glass door and, shifting her daughter onto her hip, Misaki stalked outside.
"CHANG WUFEI!" She bellowed exasperatedly, "How many times do I have to tell you?"
Wufei stumbled in the midst of performing a crescent kick, landing effectively on his rear and making his son, Shen-Lon, laugh hysterically.
"Shen-Lon is too young to start training in the martial arts." Misaki said severely, placing her free hand on her hip.
"He's at the perfect age to start." Wufei countered, on his feet again and looking rather put off.
"He's FOUR!" Misaki cried exasperatedly, "He doesn't have the attention span for it! Besides the fact that you'd end up hurting him with out meaning to."
"I'd never hurt him." Wufei said indignantly, looking visibly offended that Misaki would even suggest him harming his first born son.
"Did you miss the part where I said unintentionally?" Misaki sighed, "At any rate, lay off…at least until his little pink brain has had a chance to develop a bit more."
"Heero?" Michiru called from the front door, "I can't find Wataru's shoes! Have you seen-?"
Heero appeared at her side, missing shoes in hand, stooping down to place them on his son's feet.
"-them…thanks hun." Michiru said awkwardly, a faint blush still appearing on her cheeks after all this time.
"Kaika? Are you ready to go?" Heero called, drawing his other son from the bathroom down the hall.
"I don' wanna go to the doctor." The little boy grumped, the patented Heero Yuy scowl etched across his slightly chubby, three-year old face.
"But you dislike being sick even more, yes?" Michiru asked, grabbing his coat off the wall and tugging it over his short, currently stiff, arms.
"…yeah." the little child scowled indignantly, "…but whaddif the doctor tries t' give us a shot?"
"Sh-shot?" Wataru asked nervously, gripping his father's leg, "What's a shot?"
"Doncha member that pokey thing they gave us the last time we went?" Kaika asked.
Terror rose in Wataru's blue eyes from the memory of the last shot and he whimpered, "I don't wanna shot!"
"Don't scare your brother." Heero said calmly, giving Kaika a light swat on the back of the head, "Sometimes inoculations are necessary to prevent disease."
"…what?" Kaika asked, staring up at his father as his mother let loose a sigh.
"What he said kids, is that sometimes getting a shot is needed, so you wont get sick later." Michiru said, simplifying her husband's statement.
"…ohhhh." The two replied in unison.
"Sorata? Dai? Toshio? Where arrrrrrre you?" Mikura called playfully, wandering in slow, calculated steps as she pretended not to hear the giggling from inside the closet.
"Where oh where could they have gone, I wonder?" she remarked idly, meandering towards the sofa and lifting up a cushion, "Could they be under..here? Guess not."
The giggling grew louder, and Mikura's smirk grew broader as she sauntered over the chest of drawers, quickly yanking open two drawers at once.
"Are you in here?" she cried, "Nuuupe. I guess I'll just have to give up. I wonder if that agency has anymore boys between the ages of three to four who would be willing to be my s-"
The closet door flew open and three bodies tumbled out laughing.
"Here we are Mommy!" Dai snickered, at the top of the pig pile.
"My, my!" Mikura said in feigned shock, swooping up all three at once, "What a fantastic hiding place! I don't think I would have found you in a million years!"
"Toldja it was a good spot!" Sorata said in a self satisfactory tone of voice, "And Toshio wanted t' hide in the hamper!"
"Shut up!" Toshio cried out irritably, face visibly redder than it had been seconds before.
"Language, boys." Trowa remarked, leaving his study and extracting Sorata and Dai from Mikura's arms, "There's a lady present after all."
He gave his wife a quick kiss on the cheek before moving to read the boy's favorite story to them on the couch.
"Quatre! Quatre! Come quick!"
Hearing his wife's frantic cries, Quatre risked falling down a spiral staircase (there is nothing that makes you feel like more of a spaz…aside from falling down an escalator) to rush to Mitsuki's side.
"Look." She said simply, gesturing to their daughter, Fubuki, who was using the table for balance before breaking away from it and starting for her mother.
"They're walking all on their own." Mikura said tearfully as Sasori began following after his sister, not wanting to be left behind apparently.
Quatre got down low and extended his hands slightly as Fubuki began to wobble.
"Come to daddy, sweety." He cooed, encouraging her progress, "Come to daddy. You can do it. Come on!"
"You can make it, Satchan!" Mitsuki said, pumping her fist once, then extending both hands towards her son, "You can make it little guy!"
Finally, their little legs, unused to the motion of walking, couldn't support them any longer and they collapsed into the awaiting arms of their parents.
"Way to go!" Mitsuki cheered, hugging her son close as tears fell happily down her face, "That's my little man."
"I'm so proud of you." Quatre said, stroking the back of Fubuki's head, "You did such a good job. Daddy's so proud of you, sweety."
And so it went.
What started out as unlikely amity developed into something incredible.
All five Gundam Pilots have found their way into common society, started new lives, created new homes…with new families.
The one fact that will always remain-
That the fierce loyalty and devotion they once showed towards protecting the peace is still there…simply refocused, and if the world ever needs them, they now have something far more profound to fight for…to protect-their families.
Owari
(A/N: Like it or hate it, that's the end. I have to say, I had a lot of fun writing this story, and I hope you all enjoyed reading it. But like all good things, it must end sometime, and now seems appropriate. I hope all you Yu Yu Hakusho Fans will check out my newest fic, Childhood Dayz, and tell me what you think. And now, for all of you who stuck by me, and this fic, JA MATTA NE!)
