Here is an epilogue. Please enjoy. I still don't own Blue Seed. PLEASE, please…I really need more feedback. Without it I haven't the will to write.

Kusanagi waited nervously in Momiji's living room. The pair had just returned from dinner and a movie. They'd decided to take things slowly after the fiasco that was Murakumo. Kusanagi swore if he ever saw him again he'd still break his fingers just for good measure. This had been their first real date since then. Kusanagi wanted it to be perfect. They had known each other for so long and yet…there was much to learn. He'd asked her out a week after the night she spent at his house.

The date had gone famously well. First he'd arrived at her place with flowers. He handed them to her with a sheepish grin on his face that made it obvious he hadn't done this before. At dinner they laughed, and talked as though they'd just met…learning all sorts of new things about one another. During the movie Kusanagi's hand crept over to Momiji's nonchalantly, like it had maybe been an accident, but of course she hadn't minded. And during a particularly suspenseful part of the film, she'd jumped half way into his lap, allowing him to smell the sweet scent of her hair he'd missed so very much.

Now here he was, fidgeting in his chair, waiting for Momiji to come back downstairs. He'd been invited back to her house. He knew he'd said he wanted to take things slowly, and they had been, but he just couldn't deny that he loved her. He loved her more than anything in this world, and couldn't risk losing her ever again. He didn't want to take things slow…he wanted to tell her how much he loved her over and over again all the rest of his life. Tonight, he had a surprise for her. He'd rehearsed his lines over and over again after painstakingly choosing which words to use. He sat now, mouthing them silently anticipating her return with an anxious lump in his throat.

Momiji made her way down the stairs, through the kitchen and into the living room. Kusanagi was sitting in the chair, the room barely lit by the soft glow of the lamp beside him. This had been the perfect night. Their date had gone perfectly, and now it seemed the night would end perfectly with a cup of perfect tea and maybe, if she was lucky, some perfect snuggling. She still felt bad for not giving Kusanagi enough credit when it came to his feelings about her before, but she knew that now, if he'd let her, she'd spend the rest of  her days making it up to him. She turned on the stereo to some nice soft music before turning to Kusanagi.

"Do you want some tea?" she asked.

"Sure…I suppose." He watched her turn to head for the kitchen. "Momiji…wait….could you come here for a second?"

"Okay…is everything alright?" she tried to remain calm in spite of her fear that he was about to tell her they needed to slow down some more.

Kusanagi struggled for a second with the speech he'd rehearsed. But as he opened his mouth, his words came smoothly, and from the heart. All preparation abandoned, he tossed his prepared words away and said what was really on his mind.

"Momiji…you exasperate me, you enthrall me, you drive me up a wall sometimes, you make me want to be a better man, and I think I am because of you. You get yourself into so much trouble that I always worry about you...and you make lousy tea."

Momiji raised an eyebrow at him, somewhat irritated at his comment about her tea, and wondered just where he was headed.

He continued "You're stubborn as hell too. What can I say? But I'm wired this way, and you're wired to me. You are the life and breath in me. I used to be satisfied just to 'have' you, but I understand now that you are not some treasure for me to own. I want to be the person you awake to, and I want you to fall asleep in my arms. I can't breathe without you and every second away from you feels like slow death."

Momiji could feel her eyes tearing; his words seemed to find a direct path from her ears to her soul. Kusanagi was fidgeting with his hands the whole time and she'd decided to take his hand in hers when he did something that caused her to wipe her eyes just to be certain she wasn't seeing things.

Kusanagi dropped to one knee, he wasn't sure if it was the correct knee for this, but he assumed she'd get the point.

"If you'll let me, I'll be by your side as long as there is breath in me." He produced a small box with a tiny ring inside. The gem inside was not the usual clear diamond, but a rather rough looking blue stone. "I got Matsudaira to remove one of my mitamas. I had a piece of it put in here. I don't need to fly, I just need you. I liked this more than a traditional ring, because it literally came from my heart."

 Kusanagi lifted his shirt to reveal an empty space where the mitama had been on the left side of his chest.

"Momiji, will you marry me?" He didn't know what else to say. His mind was already reeling. He waited in tension for her response.

Momiji couldn't believe her eyes. She tried to remember if she'd taken any hallucinogenic drugs by mistake earlier in the day. She wrapped her arms around him and lost count of how many times she said "yes" in fear that she would awaken and find it all a dream. Her weight eventually toppled them both over into a smiling, misty eyed heap on the floor.

That night they laid, limbs entangled together on the floor, just staring at each other thinking of all the wonders tomorrow would bring them.

Murakumo walked this street at night quite often. His journey was coming to an end as he headed for home, but to his left he heard a voice.

"Hey buddy, got a light?"

Murakumo turned and flicked on his lighter, preparing to lend the flame to the stranger when he became quite irritated. He hadn't expected to see Kusanagi, but there he was, bending over tying his boot. Why did he need a light? And why had he dyed his hair black? It mattered not to Murakumo. As he flipped his lighter closed in Kusanagi's face as he stood, he realized…that it wasn't Kusanagi…but rather a beautiful woman.

"Look pal, no need to be rude, but if you insist, I may have to grind your pale ass into the ground!" Miyun spat out, annoyed that this stranger had teased her with the flame. "You might be hot now, but I can fix that pretty face of yours."

Murakumo blinked at the woman. Such audacity…he liked it. "Look, I thought you were someone else. Let me buy you a drink to make up for it?" He extended his lighter in good faith.

"I've gotten that a lot lately" Miyun said. "I'll take you up on that drink."

The pair headed off in the direction of the closest watering hole.

"You know…I couldn't really have kicked your ass….."

"Yes I know…but I probably would have enjoyed watching you try…"

END

Thank you thank you thank you thank you. Please forgive the ultra mushyness…too much Ani (if there is such a thing). I just wanted to give M/K a more solid ending and wrap up things with Murakumo. Please review.