It's over! Done with! Huzzah!

I understand that the ending was a little bit lengthy and then cut short... and altogether rather anticlimactic and very bad. Simpler put: I didn't like it. So here's a little bit of silliness and extra sap, to tie it off.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing except the pictures in my head

Warning: Sap, angst, and shonein-ai situations. Brad+Ken, plus a few other pairs mentioned along the way...

Author: Kasey

Archive: Not unless I send it to you.

Status: Complete, self-edited.

Key: /italics/ and *emphasis*

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"Lavender"
-Epilogue-

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"That was the last of my shampoo! Kudou!!" Shu stomps down the stairs and into the kitchen. He's holding a towel around his waist with one hand, and madly waving an empty bottle with the other. "Kudou! I stay out of *your* shampoo, goddammit! Stay out of mine!"

Youji calmly sips at a cup of coffee. "That's for taking my last cigarette," he says.

It's funny. When Shu gets mad, his hair puffs out, and without the bandanna to hold it down...

"I do *not*!" he snaps at me. Oops. I forgot. Damn telepaths. I guess he didn't catch that last thought, because he's stomping back up the stairs. "If my hair is greasy for the rest of the day, I'm blaming you, Kudou!!" he yells towards the kitchen. No matter what he says, or how many threats he makes, Shu and Youji have become best friends, and hang out together more than any of the rest of us.

Omi and Nagi walk into breakfast at the same time; as usual, they're holding hands. Aya, who is failing miserably at scrambling an egg, doesn't even glance up. He's accepted the members of what used to be Schwarz... Of course, the fact that he moved in with Youji, to make room for Shuldich and Farfarello, may have something to do with that.

As for my 'romantic interest,' Brad is sitting slightly away from me, drinking coffee and reading an American paper called the /Times/. That's how he enjoys his breakfast, with his feet propped up on my lap. I don't complain, of course, because, well, at night, he's my pillow. We like being each other's furniture.

Omi nudges Aya away from the stove, and finishes the eggs without setting off the smoke alarm. When Farfarello comes in, and pours himself a glass of milk to take his medications with, I realize that the kitchen is becoming crowded. Brad, always two steps ahead of me, pulls his feet off of my lap, and we move into the living room.

"Who's shift?" Brad asks.

"Me and Youji, this morning," I answer, pulling my set of keys out of my pants pocket. I figure I may as well start setting up the flower shop early. It's a nice day outside--we should have plenty of customers. "Nagi's got school... so it's Omi and Aya and Shu, this afternoon."

Brad snorts. I think it's funny, because snorting is so... undistinguished. Not at all like my businessman-Brad. "I can't believe he's working," Brad mutters. He means Shu.

"You're working, too," I remind him. He's taken a job as a translator and editor at a local newspaper. When they found out that he was originally American, but is more than fluent in Japanese, three different newspapers tripped all over each other, trying to hire him first. My Brad.

He puts an arm around my waist, and pulls me close. He nuzzles my hair, and I kiss his cheek. My Brad. Since that day he told us that Schwarz was dead, he's never stopped smelling like lavender. I love it.

"I've never been happier," he says. "You're mine, Ken. All mine."

My Brad.

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The Real End

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Thanks, everyone, for reading! Special thanks to Lilie, who refrained from beaning me over the head when I mentioned that I was writing a Brad+Ken sap fic.

I've had a few requests for more of this timeline, specifically Nagi+Omi, so I'm working on that, right now. Keep an eye out!

Until next time...

KASEY


Bad things happen when I get bored.