IMPORTANT A/n: wow, this is going to be one odd chapter/epilogue. I'd almost recommend pausing in between parts, as it skips around a year or two here or there. But hey, I wanted to fit everything in and there is now point in drawing it out into three very short chappies. I hope you like it and please, for the love of the fact that I'm finally a senior in high school (as of my last final ending at 10:50 this morning) REVIEW!!!!!!!!
Tanzy: glad to see you finally read it and your profile has earned my acceptance. You will not be killed now when I finally meet you for dated my best friend.
Reboo: I'm glad to see you like the way I described noin in the last chappie. Hope you like the *ahem* sentimentals in this chappie-type-thingy.
Chibi noin: "wild update"? Well, that's an interesting way to see the last chappie. But hey, hope you like the finale!
Black Death: I'm keeping you…………… lol, well, your review anyways!
Middi Une: welcome to the fic in its 11th hour. I hope you enjoy the rest of it!
KTAKRI: I'm thinking bout writing another 6x9. If I do, I'll start posting around next school year prob.
Highwaywoman: crazy in a good way, I hope….
Kat: Yes, who doesn't like that pic though? And the last line was my fav, too…..
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They stood in the desert staring off into the distance. This was what many of them had been waiting for. The final chapter of the hellish deeds of the Blades would be closed. The loyal followers would had been tried and jailed. Alessander Randulath, better know as Death, had been tried and imprisoned in a place often likened to the Alcatraz of old. The last step of the destruction of the group would be the destruction of the base, which was to be imploded.
A woman stared at the now empty shell, a void and distant look in her violet eyes. A pair of silvery eyes observed the woman from a distance, concern lighting their depths. The man walked forward slowly and wrapped his arms around the woman's growing waist. He brought his head lower and nuzzled her neck softly.
"It's okay. It's all over now, love. They can't get you." He whispered into her ear, while rubbing his hands in soft circles over her stomach, where their child grew.
A group of people stood back in the opposite direction from which the man had come. A trigger, its cool metal surface gleaming in the light of the golden twilight, its silvery sheen reflecting the colors of the brilliant sunset, lay in the hand of a man with long, flowing brown hair. He stopped and considered it and what it meant, then passed it on the Chinese man standing beside him. The dark man accepted the trigger and turned to the concrete and steel structure, now silhouetted against a fiery red sunset. A push of a button and the building collapsed, becoming little more than a heap of refuse and a curtain of dust blocking the brilliant rays of the dying sun to mark is place.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~* same day~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The pilots were on the plane that was to convey them home. Unlike your average, crammed, economical, commercial plane, this was a flying palace. The floors were richly carpeted and the rows upon rows of seats had been replaced with leather couches, and large armchairs. The pilots were all sleeping or relaxing.
Heero sat on a chair, carefully braiding Duos long, flowing hair. Trowa and Quatre sat a small table under one of the windows, pitting their chess skills against each other. Noin slept in Zechs' arms, tired as she often was from maintaining her stressful job while 6 months pregnant. She would soon have to give up working for several months for her maternity leave. Treize and Une sat on a couch, talking in hushed tones as Une rocked the two-year-old Donovan to sleep in her arms. Une was pregnant again, this time with a girl. (A/n: Tanzy, how could you? lol) Wufei was busy sulking off in a corner somewhere.
Noin woke gently, coming out of that hazy land which is somewhere between sleep and wakefulness slowly. She stretched then sat up and looked around the room, from her perch in Zechs lap. She had yet to thank the people here, the people who meant the most to her. She would thank Zechs properly once their daughter was born. But the rest, she felt the need to thank them verbal and not simply with her actions.
"Trowa, Quatre, do you guys think you could come over here for a second?" With a single look at the pondering expression on Noins face, Quatre drug his koi over to where the others sat. Noin looked down at her hands, then up at her friends. "I never actually said it before, but….. thank you. Thank you for helping me out. I know I wasn't to happy about the extra aid my husband enlisted for me, "Noin paused to glare at her sheepish hubby, "but I realize now that it's for the best. Without that extra aid, I may not have made it, and I wouldn't be here with my wonderful husband and great friends."
Following the heart felt, if simple, speech, Duo rose and walked over to his friend, who stood to return his embrace.
At the very moment, however, the plane hit a spot of turbulence, knocking Duo off his feet, which pulled Noin down with him on his fall to the couch. This set off a chain reaction of Zechs, with a mocking expression of meanness on his face, to pull Duo off Noin and growl "Keep your hands off my woman, Ona" which sent everyone else into peals of laughter. The entire group was still laughing when they got off the plane and hour later, near their homes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 8 months later*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Noin grinned devilishly as she surveyed the setting. The room was dimmed, with candles, scattered calculatingly, providing the only light. The covers had been pulled off the bed and folded neatly on the floor. The necessary tools were in place. Une and Treize had her daughter for the evening and the doctor had just given her the go ahead.
She stalked over to the closet and pulled out the most essential piece de résistance. The peignoir was see-through, more air than lace. She pulled it over head, and grinned. Yes, it really would be his undoing. The black lace hit her mid-thigh and cupped her breasts, which were fuller from both the pregnancy and breast feeding. She had worked hard to lose the extra baby pounds and was satisfied that Zechs wouldn't notice what hit him.
Noin cocked her head as she heard the front door open and shut softly. Zechs didn't want to interrupt Alex, their daughters, sleep. He had no idea what Noin had planned for him.
Pulling on her robe, Noin glided out of the room and down the hall. She paused for a moment, in the doorway of the study, where Zechs was putting down his brief case. He had worked late, which had made it more convenient for Noin.
Noin slipped up behind him and slid her arms around his waist. "Hi, honey." Zechs smiled at the feeling of his wife pressed against his back then frowned as he felt his pants get tighter. He couldn't wait until the doctor gave them the go ahead. He had no idea as to when that would be though. It was the one doctor's appointment Noin hadn't invited him to join her at. Oh, well. He turned and gathered his wife into his arms to kiss her softly. She was already wearing her robe. She must have been getting ready for bed when came in. She had been getting tired early with Alex.
He tried to pull back gently from the soft play of lips on lips, but Noin pulled his head back and nibbled on his lips before pulling him into a deeper kiss. Zechs moaned ragged before pull himself forcefully out of Noins arms.
"Noin, honey, I have to stop. The doctor hasn't given you the go ahead yet…." He trailed off as he Noin opened her every day robe and let it drop to the floor.
"Yes he has." Noin pressed a single kiss to Zechs lips before dancing back out of reach. When Zechs growled and made to come after her, she turned and danced down the hall, forcing her love to follow. When they entered their bedroom, Zechs made to grab his love. She allowed him to grab her and pull her into a passion filled kiss; she felt the flames licking her body. However, when Zechs made to grab her more tightly, she pulled back and began to quickly undo the fastenings so his shirt. Once his shirt was out of her way, her quick fingers made their way down to his pants. In a matter of seconds she had divested him of all his clothing. She smirked devilishly and slowly backed Zechs up until the back of his knees hit the side of the bed. With a push of her hands on his chest she had the startled Zechs right where she wanted him. Lightning fast, she secured the padded handcuffs to his wrists, the free end going around the bed posts.
Zechs startled gaze flew to Noins face. She only smirked more and began her slow, slow torture of him.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ 4 years later*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A little bundle flew by at reckless speeds, midnight black hair flowing over her shoulders. A second bundle of energy flew by in hot pursuit, his pure white hair rumpled from the horse play.
Noin smirked and picked up her ever hyper children, catching one in each hand. She carried them out to the back door and dumped the unceremoniously in the sand. The children immediately ran down the beach to help their older sister with her sand castle. Noin joined her three children outside on the beach, laughing softly as they tackled each other over a dispute as to how tall to make the towers on their sand castle. As always, it was two against one. Zechs slipped behind Noin as she sat perched on a fallen tree and wrapped his arms around waist.
"We did good, didn't we?" He murmured the words into Noins ear, his lips nuzzle her gently.
"Um-hmm. We did do good." Noin turned to kiss her husband lightly before turning back to their children. Alixandra, Alix for short, was the oldest. Her hair was a pure silver, with streaks of pure white and deep black framing her face. The twins, Devan and Isabella had been born nine months after that fateful night. Devan was identical to his father, Isabella, a spitting image of her mother.
AS the couple watched their children play in the soft, white sands, they knew their children would grow up in a world of peace.
A/n: Frighteningly enough, I think this was the longest chapter if I written so far… lol. Oh, well. There it is. If this isn't as good as what came before, I apologize. It was written straight form my head to computer with no typical stop for paper in between. Due to what you guys said you wanted, it got morphed. Now, I was thinking about a medieval or ancient fic where Noin some how ends up as the slave/property-through-marriage of Zechs. If you like the idea, say so and I'll write it. However, I have two fics to finish before that happens. The more reviews I get for this fic the faster I write the two other fics ( a Tamora pierce fic and a Harry Potter fic). The sooner their done, the sooner the next 6x9 arrives. SO REVIEW!!!!!!