A/N: Hello to all of you! It has been so long. Life swept me off of my feet and I fell straight on my ass. It's been pretty rough and it took all muse away from me-for all of my stories and short stories/one-shots. Life got dark but I held on.

However! I was able to find it a while ago for my second story, and channeled it to this. This is different than what I'm used to, and not at all what you probably expected for the epilogue. If that's the case-I am sorry for that.

Though this is how, in my head, I felt it should have ended. A friend told me I should take suggestions for one shots of scenarios that you all would like to see. If you do not, that's fine! I would love to write one shots for you all just know that.

Love you guys! Oh oh, lots of warnings of OOC to those who don't like it. I do, it's fun, so. *shrugs*

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THIS AMAZING SHOW OR ITS CHARACTERS. *Sobs*

Epilogue: Serenity

Letter #1,287

Dear Love,

I hope you are doing well. It hasn't been that long, has it? I tucked my son into bed. He had been crying all day asking me why the other kids made fun of me. Heartbreaking, isn't it? My son's heart is so massive I fear it will be broken one day, but I love him even more for his whole hearted protectiveness of everyone.

Right now I smile while thinking of the way he clings to his father's side and insists on tagging along on trips to visit the other clans.

His father always tries to act as if it isn't a big deal, shrugging his shoulders and rolling with it. I know that he gets anxious just as I do. I see it in the way he hovers in the doorway gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. Such a tall intimidating man. Yet our son has never for a second wavered in his approach to him like all of the other children in our big family.

His small hands reach out for Mikoto to hold him, never asking and always knowing his father won't deny him.

Mikoto is tough as nails, but there's a soft spot once you look.

Do you think I should tell my son why his friends make fun of me? Why they snigger as he walks past and smirk as they watch their parents whisper fervently?

Perhaps I should.

It has become easier to talk about. Easier to explain. I would never take back what I did. I would never for a second change what happened, because then I wouldn't have my son. I know you would never want me to either.

He's Mikoto and I's world. Who we look forward to seeing at the end of our day. Every story he exaggerates makes me thankful for every one of my decisions.

Mikoto hates how people talk of things they don't know about. To him they're pointless whispers that he doesn't understand why anyone would spread. I see the worry in those molten orbs every time my smile strains when we hear a passing whisper.

It does not strain because it hurts, Love, don't get this wrong. I worry about what my son hears.

So you see, I ask you if I should tell him but I already know I will. He knows of the clans, of the clans powers and of how we are all spread and our duty to the city. He knows that civilians must not know of the inner workings. So young and so intuitive.

Liz says he gets it from both Mikoto and I. Fushimi says he got it from him. A riot, no?

With that I know it will be easier for him. I wish we hadn't had to wait for him to get older to understand. I wish he just could have known.

Oh well, it's getting late and Mikoto is reading over my shoulder now. He says to tell you he has it all under control, the weirdo. I'll write to you later, alright?

Goodnight.

See you around

-Alaura

Letter #1,288

Dear Love,

Liz is pregnant! With her second child! It's still too early to tell if it's a boy or girl or not but my money is on a girl. Everyone, and I mean everyone, is betting that it's going to be another boy!

I'm perfectly happy making that bet. If all things go right this woman is going to be a hundred bucks richer. More for meeeeee!

They still haven't set a date for the wedding, don't even ask. Liz wants a fall wedding and Yata is adamant about getting married in the winter when it is absolutely freezing.

His defense?

"We make some fire, dammit!"

…

I worry that him and the boys have gotten into one too many tumbles.

Truthfully those two don't need a wedding. I can see how much they love each other every time Liz goes to stand and Yata panics about her hurting herself. She gets super aggravated but I see the smile on her lips.

Oh, and their boy, what a cute lil' guy. Tatara charms the pants off of his parents. He worries just as much when his mom goes to reach for something and is probably worse than his dad. Those two worry me, I swear.

He knows he's adopted. He hasn't for a second felt unloved.

He also hasn't stopped pestering his mom since she told him he was going to have a sibling.

Just between us, both of us want it to be a girl. Tatara thinks that getting to scare off boys (or girls, as he's just informed me) will be so much fun.

Kuroh hasn't sent word for a few months but he did manage to send a card with a pristine note saying how much he loved us. This wasn't long ago. A few weeks maybe. Him and Shiro-along with Neko, yes-have been exploring the world.

I still have all of their pictures.

Oh, well, I have to go. My hand has begun to cramp.

See you around

-Alaura

Letter #1,289

Do you want to know something, Love?

I told him.

See you around

-Alaura

Letter #1,290

Dear Love,

My son doesn't cry anymore when he hears the whispers. He walks past them head held tall and he absolutely refuses to have anyone try to even mock him. A simple fact has made him so much stronger. Do you want to know what he told me?

"I love you, mommy.''

That was it. That was all he said and I broke into sobs as I cradled him to me.

I found Mikoto in bed later that night. He had been unusually quiet when we told our son. When I walked into the room I was barely two steps in before I felt his warmth envelop me. We've been together years now and every time I still feel a rush when he holds me close. His arms circled me and I was reminded of a place I had once been in.

Liz cried when she found out. My son walked right up to her and hugged her tightly, telling her how much he loved her. He told everyone in Homra how much he loved them.

Yata tried to act tough but melted when his own son burst into wails and refused to let go of my boy. He makes me laugh. His son is everything like Liz or him, I tell them. Just more charming. They usually throw me a glare, can you believe that?

I wish I had enough paper or time to tell you about everyone and how they are doing-but that's another time and another letter. Do you ever grow tired of my letters and how vague and off topic they are, Love?

Some are so detailed and then others are so random.

Do you ever get tired of it?

I hope not. I don't think it will end.

Have I told you what it was I wanted to tell my son? Why there was so many whispers?

I think I will finally tell you.

You see, I suffered a wound in a battle once. Something I didn't worry too long about or think too much of. I had taken advantage of my body and assumed it would be healed just as usual.

Love, did you know I can't have children?

The body is extremely interesting. I'd sit here and gush all about how it happened but have decided not to when I noticed it made people uncomfortable.

Yes, I cannot carry a child.

You wonder about my son, then?

My beautiful, wonderful, sweet and caring son?

He is adopted.

I told Mikoto point blank that I wanted children and that I would have children when he mentioned it briefly. People worried about me. They worried if I was upset about not being able to have children that were born from my flesh and blood.

I didn't understand it, at first. You see there was something I never told you but I had always planned to adopt already. I can't see the difference. My son is my child, he may not be my blood but what can blood do for me?

What does it prove?

Does it automatically mean I would love my child unconditionally? That my child would love me unconditionally? How interesting.

The whispers? Can you guess why they happen?

My son doesn't look like Mikoto or me. He has green eyes, dark hair, and tanned skin.

People whisper that I cheated on Mikoto and that my son isn't really his. That's where they get their entertainment from.

You may question why we didn't just tell everyone that he was adopted and I couldn't have children.

Why?

Do people say, "Yes this is my child I pushed him out from my vagina," or "Hello, this is my son. My husband and I had sex in order to conceive him.''?

No, they don't.

I did tell people- when they asked. It spread but bored people still cling to the drama that I cheated. It's more entertaining than an adoption, apparently.

My son understands perfectly. He thinks it's funny that people like drama so much. He's only eight but teases people with his aunt Liz and uncle Kuroh. People watchers, those dorks.

So now you know, hmm.

When I first saw my son he was about two years old, swinging alone on a swing away from all the other children. We were offered the option to adopt a newborn but one look at him and Mikoto and I knew.

He was ours.

We were his.

You might find it ironic, but his name is Jacob.

Oh Love, you would adore him.

I wish you could have met him. I know you would have spoiled him rotten. The two of you would have had a riot about your names and caused trouble when someone would call it.

It seems I have to go now. Mikoto is saying everyone wants to go out to eat to go meet Munakata. Maybe this time I'll let him take the bill.

I miss you every day.

See you around, Little brother

-Alaura

Letter #1

She just left to get her jacket and Jacob.

People thought it was weird she wrote letters to you since you were, well, dead and couldn't read them. I think you can. Or you will be able to. She wants you to know it all.

Liz and Kuroh wrote to you, I know that. Said it felt too surreal for them.

I've got it covered, kid. Whatever I don't I'm sure she does.

Ah, that's all I've got. Don't worry about it alright?

You can chew me out later for whatever I messed up on.

See you later Kid.

-Mikoto.

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