Author's Notes: cries with relief FINALLY!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: Suikoden=NOT mine. Millie/Luc=Wish were mine. Nanami/Jowy, Meg/Futch, Tomo/Riou, Tengaar/Hix, Leona/Viktor, Anita/Miklotov, Valeria/Camus, Apple/Shu, Wakaba/Sasuke, Viki/Tir, Nina/Flik = Millie/Luc. Plots and other off-the-wall, but nonetheless nice IMHO stuff that Konami didn't think of=Mine. THIS FINISHED FIC IS MINE!!! HWAHAHAHAHA!!!
Carol of the Bells
Chapter Twelve: Ending
Hark! The herald angels sing,
"Glory to the newborn King!!"
Peace on Earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconciled…
"A toast, Camus, for peace." Valeria clinks her glass with Camus'.
"I think we have had enough drinks, milady." Miklotov said.
"Miklotov lighten up." Camus said exasperatedly.
"Heehee." Anita holds up her glass. "C'mon now, a toast to the season." She forced Miklotov to bring up his glass and clink it with hers.
"Are my eyes playing tricks on me??" Camus blinked several times. "Maybe I have had enough drinks—Millie!!" Camus calls the girl as she entered the hall. She walked over, Luc following her. "It really is snow!!"
"It's snowing??!" Valeria said in a very surprised tone.
Millie smiled at Luc then nodded. "Yes, it is…"
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim
"Christ is born in Bethlehem."
"I will go back home a few days from now."
"Kaasan!!" Tomo cried. "But I want to be with you and Tousan!!"
"Tomo-chan…" Her mother gently stroked Tomo's cheek. "I need to go home. After all, what kind of home will you return to, if I didn't take care of it? I will stay at home now, and make sure that it will be a good home that you—and your father—can return to after the war."
"Okay, Kaasan." Tomo said.
"Thank you for inviting me here, Riou-dono." Tomo's mother said.
"No problem." Riou smiled bashfully.
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn king."
"I rather think Tir-chama is enjoying Viki's company, don't you think?" Meg observed.
"Yes…" Futch said. "But I thought he came here with Kasumi…"
"Don't worry," Millie chirped. "We'll make it up to her… somehow. Tengaar-neechan will think of something."
Luc looked down at the little hand—which somehow wound up intertwined with his hand. He didn't mind one bit. 'Semi-disgusting'…not really…
Millie squeezed his hand and in that affectionate little way so typical of her, she rests her head on his shoulder.
And this moment will be something I will look back at… maybe 15 years from now… as I lay thinking, that my life has passed me by, without a single bit of happiness… and I will think…
"I was happy after all."
Author's Notes: Merry Christmas, everyone!!!!!!!!! ^-^