Letters To You: Epilogue
I'm writing again.
These letters to you. Aren't much I know.
But I'm not sleeping, you're not here.
The thought stops my heart!!!
Chorus:
No more looking. I've found home
Finch - Letters To You
Excerpt From The Diary Of Keitaro Urashima:
July 8th, 2005
It's an unspoken thing. intangible. I didn't even see it developing, I can't even remember the morning I woke up and realized it was there. The girl's would probably claim I am the cause of it, but they'd be giving me too much credit. This promise between us all was brought to life because it received something from each of us, not just me. It's a promise of the soul. A promise to love each other for the rest of our lives. to always watch over each other. to cry with each other. and to laugh together. I don't know how I know, but I am sure we all feel this promise and keep it sacred to us.
We are stronger then any family ever could be because we know what its like to be alone. We all have our demons but we have conquered them together, and by doing so created a bond within us that refuses to be broken, because it never can be. It's almost magical sometimes. When we're all outside underneath the cherry trees, watching the stars through the falling sakura blossoms, I swear we could almost be one person. That's how well we know each other. We'll lie down on the grass or the blankets, shut our eyes and we won't have to say a word. Because we already know what's in our hearts and minds. The words are unnecessary at times like that. Who needs words when the soul can say so much more?
This is where we belong. Time seems to move slower here, at a leisurely pace, as if it knows this is how everything should be. I know things will change eventually. They always do. The girls will grow up, find someone to love, and leave this timeless inn. But the memories we have and that promise we've all made will keep us together no matter the distance that lies between us. Love knows no borders or distance that is too great to cover. These memories are precious to me. I want them to be eternal. everlasting. I want them to be here in this inn even after I'm gone. So I write in this diary. I record my thoughts, dreams and memories in this book so they have permanence. Someday in the future I'll pass on these diaries to my children. They will be the proof of this time. The proof of the greatest thing that happened to me. a stupid, three-year ronin who got lucky. and met 7 wonderful girls who changed his life.
The six letters I will keep to myself. They are windows to the souls of the people I hold most dear to my heart, and while I have no qualms about bearing my soul for all the world to see, I will not show their's. It would be a violation of the worst degree, and I would rather die then hurt those girls. But I will keep those letters. because they would want me too. They entrusted their hearts to me, they put their faith in me, and I will not fail them. Ever.
I laughed as I read them. I cried as I finished them, because whatever they claim I have done for them they have done a million times over for me. They turned a shy, clumsy young man into something else. Someone with confidence. Someone capable of following his dreams through until the end. I don't know how I can begin to repay them for all they've done, for all the memories they've given me. But I don't think I need to. As long as we are always together. that's enough.
End Excerpt
Keitaro Urashima leaned back in his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he closed his diary and yawned idly. "Better get to bed." He muttered as he stretched and shuffled his way across the manager's room of Hinata Sou to the futon on the floor. Naru always expected him to be in bed when she got out of the shower and came to join him. And if Keitaro Urashima had learned one thing over the course of his stay at Hinata Sou it was not to piss off Naru. Especially a pregnant Naru with mood-swings not even her husband could predict. Keitaro smiled, he couldn't help it. Even after years of being married he still smiled at the thought of being a married man, one soon to be a father at that.
Keitaro kneeled down and looked out his window as he fluffed Naru's pillow, as was habit for him by now. He picked up his own pillow and fluffed it vigorously as he continued to be mesmerized by the nighttime scenery and the tranquility it emanated. Keitaro stopped his task and was in the process of replacing the pillow to its original position when something stopped him. In the spot his pillow usually occupied lied a meticulously positioned letter. Keitaro read the single word on the envelope that was written in crisp, smooth handwriting that he easily identified and grinned. "Naru," Keitaro whispered as he pulled the letter reverently to his chest.
Keitaro stood up and walked over to the only thing he kept locked in Hinata Sou, a simple, small iron chest that was located by the side of his work desk. Keitaro spun the knob of the combination lock with the efficiency of a man who has done it so often he does not even need to think about it, his hands moving on their own initiative, without the consent of his other senses. A satisfying click arouse and Keitaro opened the lock and lifted the lid of the chest, leaving the contents of the chest to public view. Keitaro gazed fondly at the six letters laying neatly on the cold iron floor of the chest, and contentedly placed the newest one on top of the rest. He locked the chest once more and smiled.
He would read the letter in the morning when he got up, there was no hurry. There's no need to rush to read something when you already know what it contains. After all, a well written letter, a letter written with passion and love, is simply a window to the soul. And Keitaro Urashima knew what the soul of one Naru Urashima contained very well indeed.
END
Author's Note: Hot damn. It was a hell of a ride but Letters To You is complete and finished. Thanks for all the support you reviewers and readers have shown Letters To You, I really was shocked at all the positive support I got for Letters To You, THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! I was especially pleased by how many people loved Naru's letter, I must have done something right with that one hehe. Actually looking back on my chapters it's amazing how much I improved just over the course of this fic. I think this epilogue will please everyone and should be an appropriate finish to Letters To You. Once again thanks to all the people who took the time to review Letters To You and to all the people who have been reading it. It means a lot to me and I really appreciate all the positive feedback. I have two more fics in my back pocket right now that I am working on and that should make an appearance sometime so keep an eye out for more work from me. There is plenty more on the way from your friendly neighborhood Animalman. Till next time! -Animalman
I'm writing again.
These letters to you. Aren't much I know.
But I'm not sleeping, you're not here.
The thought stops my heart!!!
Chorus:
No more looking. I've found home
Finch - Letters To You
Excerpt From The Diary Of Keitaro Urashima:
July 8th, 2005
It's an unspoken thing. intangible. I didn't even see it developing, I can't even remember the morning I woke up and realized it was there. The girl's would probably claim I am the cause of it, but they'd be giving me too much credit. This promise between us all was brought to life because it received something from each of us, not just me. It's a promise of the soul. A promise to love each other for the rest of our lives. to always watch over each other. to cry with each other. and to laugh together. I don't know how I know, but I am sure we all feel this promise and keep it sacred to us.
We are stronger then any family ever could be because we know what its like to be alone. We all have our demons but we have conquered them together, and by doing so created a bond within us that refuses to be broken, because it never can be. It's almost magical sometimes. When we're all outside underneath the cherry trees, watching the stars through the falling sakura blossoms, I swear we could almost be one person. That's how well we know each other. We'll lie down on the grass or the blankets, shut our eyes and we won't have to say a word. Because we already know what's in our hearts and minds. The words are unnecessary at times like that. Who needs words when the soul can say so much more?
This is where we belong. Time seems to move slower here, at a leisurely pace, as if it knows this is how everything should be. I know things will change eventually. They always do. The girls will grow up, find someone to love, and leave this timeless inn. But the memories we have and that promise we've all made will keep us together no matter the distance that lies between us. Love knows no borders or distance that is too great to cover. These memories are precious to me. I want them to be eternal. everlasting. I want them to be here in this inn even after I'm gone. So I write in this diary. I record my thoughts, dreams and memories in this book so they have permanence. Someday in the future I'll pass on these diaries to my children. They will be the proof of this time. The proof of the greatest thing that happened to me. a stupid, three-year ronin who got lucky. and met 7 wonderful girls who changed his life.
The six letters I will keep to myself. They are windows to the souls of the people I hold most dear to my heart, and while I have no qualms about bearing my soul for all the world to see, I will not show their's. It would be a violation of the worst degree, and I would rather die then hurt those girls. But I will keep those letters. because they would want me too. They entrusted their hearts to me, they put their faith in me, and I will not fail them. Ever.
I laughed as I read them. I cried as I finished them, because whatever they claim I have done for them they have done a million times over for me. They turned a shy, clumsy young man into something else. Someone with confidence. Someone capable of following his dreams through until the end. I don't know how I can begin to repay them for all they've done, for all the memories they've given me. But I don't think I need to. As long as we are always together. that's enough.
End Excerpt
Keitaro Urashima leaned back in his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he closed his diary and yawned idly. "Better get to bed." He muttered as he stretched and shuffled his way across the manager's room of Hinata Sou to the futon on the floor. Naru always expected him to be in bed when she got out of the shower and came to join him. And if Keitaro Urashima had learned one thing over the course of his stay at Hinata Sou it was not to piss off Naru. Especially a pregnant Naru with mood-swings not even her husband could predict. Keitaro smiled, he couldn't help it. Even after years of being married he still smiled at the thought of being a married man, one soon to be a father at that.
Keitaro kneeled down and looked out his window as he fluffed Naru's pillow, as was habit for him by now. He picked up his own pillow and fluffed it vigorously as he continued to be mesmerized by the nighttime scenery and the tranquility it emanated. Keitaro stopped his task and was in the process of replacing the pillow to its original position when something stopped him. In the spot his pillow usually occupied lied a meticulously positioned letter. Keitaro read the single word on the envelope that was written in crisp, smooth handwriting that he easily identified and grinned. "Naru," Keitaro whispered as he pulled the letter reverently to his chest.
Keitaro stood up and walked over to the only thing he kept locked in Hinata Sou, a simple, small iron chest that was located by the side of his work desk. Keitaro spun the knob of the combination lock with the efficiency of a man who has done it so often he does not even need to think about it, his hands moving on their own initiative, without the consent of his other senses. A satisfying click arouse and Keitaro opened the lock and lifted the lid of the chest, leaving the contents of the chest to public view. Keitaro gazed fondly at the six letters laying neatly on the cold iron floor of the chest, and contentedly placed the newest one on top of the rest. He locked the chest once more and smiled.
He would read the letter in the morning when he got up, there was no hurry. There's no need to rush to read something when you already know what it contains. After all, a well written letter, a letter written with passion and love, is simply a window to the soul. And Keitaro Urashima knew what the soul of one Naru Urashima contained very well indeed.
END
Author's Note: Hot damn. It was a hell of a ride but Letters To You is complete and finished. Thanks for all the support you reviewers and readers have shown Letters To You, I really was shocked at all the positive support I got for Letters To You, THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!! I was especially pleased by how many people loved Naru's letter, I must have done something right with that one hehe. Actually looking back on my chapters it's amazing how much I improved just over the course of this fic. I think this epilogue will please everyone and should be an appropriate finish to Letters To You. Once again thanks to all the people who took the time to review Letters To You and to all the people who have been reading it. It means a lot to me and I really appreciate all the positive feedback. I have two more fics in my back pocket right now that I am working on and that should make an appearance sometime so keep an eye out for more work from me. There is plenty more on the way from your friendly neighborhood Animalman. Till next time! -Animalman
