A/N: And so finally I add the epilogue. I don't think I'm going to get any more reviews for this, really, since it's been so long, but at least it'll finally be actually done (hallelujah!), and I can work on other stories. I'm not sure when or if I'll get the sequel up. When I get enough inspiration, I guess. Well, here's the epilogue/preview for the next story. Hope you like!
(As always, to Midori, even though it's been so long since I decided on finishing.)
~EPILOGUE~
I sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, 'god Kenji, that a lame thing to do,' but it's the only thing TO do nowadays.
My life is such a mess.
Girlfriend gone, and not a break-up, she just disappeared. Best friend, Mineko, always with her new boyfriend, whom I can't stand. Sister always out as well, no one to talk to.
Yes, I have a sister. Twin sister, actually. My parents are always talking about how it's good to have something different. I, of course, have no idea what they mean about it anyway. I can't even pass math without anything above a "D+" anyway.
I sigh. Oh, and if you want to know about my parents, they're usually home. I don't talk to them much anymore. I'm fifteen, do you expect me to?
The ceiling is getting quite boring. I've lost count on how many bumps are on it enough times already. Another sigh. Is that all I can do?
Oh, yes, Kenji, let's sigh again! Ah, I love sarcasm. Even on myself. It's stupid to use sarcasm on myself, I know, but oh well! It's not like anyone ELSE can see into my mind.
There also just seems a part of me that's missing. And not a regular teenage phase, either. My whole life...or at least as far back as I can remember.
The only thing I remember before I was four years old was sliding under the car when I was two and laughing about it, while I was under the car. Kekona, my sister, didn't think it was funny. I remember her pouty face after dad finally pulled me out. I laughed all the harder.
A smile appears on my face, I can feel it. That's a good childhood memory, and a good thing to tease my sister about. I love imitating that face and having her blush with embarrassment whenever I do.
Then I go back to wondering about the missing piece of me, and the smile vanishes.
Quietly, my mother opens the door and says softly, "Kenji?"
I look up, "Yeah?"
"Come with me. It's time for you to know something."
I walk with her out to the living room, where dad is, holding a bottle with a glowing substance in it. A label was on it. It was my name.
"Kenji, drink this, and figure out things you might want to know," he said. I could tell by the looks on my parent's faces that this was one thing that they knew that they had to do, but didn't want to.
I took the bottle and did as I was told. Soon the world was spinning and I could feel things draining into my mind. The missing piece was about to be replaced...
...and I would finally know why my parent's thought that having Kekona as something different was so great.
A/N: There, that's the epilogue. Woooo! Now you just all gotta wait for the new story! ...IF I write it. Tell me if you want to, even though I'm not gonna get any reviews for this.
Here's my thanks:
~DarkFairy=Hey, we met because of this story, didn't we? LOL. Thanks for the review, but sorry, the sequel is gonna be in Kenji's POV if I ever get around to it. This is prolly gonna be the first chapter to it. Thanks for the review.
~Naomi=Hi! Yes, I finally finished. Are you happy? I hope so. I hope you review this as well, thanks for being so encouraging as the story went on.
~Tateoka Demonica=Thank you so much for reviewing and putting this on your faves. It's finally over! Hehehe.
~Midori Natari Himura=Thanks for complimenting me and saying that I did a wonderful job, even though on the previous fifteen chapters the writing stunk and we all know it. I think I did a much better job here, but tomorrow I'll hate it so it doesn't matter. *ahem* Anyhoo! Thanks for reading this story, because your opinion means a lot to me. Arigatou gozaimasu!!
~Misanagi=Well, you would get a prize, but I'm so un-creative that I can't think of any. I'll read a fic of your's sometime, though! If that's good enough...even though everyone else reads your fanfics, so I'm not sure if my opinion would matter much. ^^;;
~Ayumi=Hey! Thanks for complimenting this story and for following it through until the end! (I think.) Oh, and next time you're online, think you and Hiro could have another talk? I'm sorry, but I'm becoming an Ayumi-dono/Hiroharu fan! I know that's insane but oh well. I hope you enjoyed the epilogue, I've become better at writing than the other pieces of crap that I called 15 chapters of a story. Oops! Did I just insult myself again? Sorry. Well, whaddya gonna do? Erm, I mean, I'm looking forward to your review!
~mutsumi=You were right! Kenji told the epilogue! Go you! Yahoo! ^-^ I got what you were trying to say, and thanks a lot. Really. I'm glad you liked this story.
~Qfg=Thank you for the compliment of horrid japanese. LOL j/k. Arigatou gozaimasu for putting this on your faves list and enjoying it! ^____^
(As always, to Midori, even though it's been so long since I decided on finishing.)
~EPILOGUE~
I sat on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, 'god Kenji, that a lame thing to do,' but it's the only thing TO do nowadays.
My life is such a mess.
Girlfriend gone, and not a break-up, she just disappeared. Best friend, Mineko, always with her new boyfriend, whom I can't stand. Sister always out as well, no one to talk to.
Yes, I have a sister. Twin sister, actually. My parents are always talking about how it's good to have something different. I, of course, have no idea what they mean about it anyway. I can't even pass math without anything above a "D+" anyway.
I sigh. Oh, and if you want to know about my parents, they're usually home. I don't talk to them much anymore. I'm fifteen, do you expect me to?
The ceiling is getting quite boring. I've lost count on how many bumps are on it enough times already. Another sigh. Is that all I can do?
Oh, yes, Kenji, let's sigh again! Ah, I love sarcasm. Even on myself. It's stupid to use sarcasm on myself, I know, but oh well! It's not like anyone ELSE can see into my mind.
There also just seems a part of me that's missing. And not a regular teenage phase, either. My whole life...or at least as far back as I can remember.
The only thing I remember before I was four years old was sliding under the car when I was two and laughing about it, while I was under the car. Kekona, my sister, didn't think it was funny. I remember her pouty face after dad finally pulled me out. I laughed all the harder.
A smile appears on my face, I can feel it. That's a good childhood memory, and a good thing to tease my sister about. I love imitating that face and having her blush with embarrassment whenever I do.
Then I go back to wondering about the missing piece of me, and the smile vanishes.
Quietly, my mother opens the door and says softly, "Kenji?"
I look up, "Yeah?"
"Come with me. It's time for you to know something."
I walk with her out to the living room, where dad is, holding a bottle with a glowing substance in it. A label was on it. It was my name.
"Kenji, drink this, and figure out things you might want to know," he said. I could tell by the looks on my parent's faces that this was one thing that they knew that they had to do, but didn't want to.
I took the bottle and did as I was told. Soon the world was spinning and I could feel things draining into my mind. The missing piece was about to be replaced...
...and I would finally know why my parent's thought that having Kekona as something different was so great.
A/N: There, that's the epilogue. Woooo! Now you just all gotta wait for the new story! ...IF I write it. Tell me if you want to, even though I'm not gonna get any reviews for this.
Here's my thanks:
~DarkFairy=Hey, we met because of this story, didn't we? LOL. Thanks for the review, but sorry, the sequel is gonna be in Kenji's POV if I ever get around to it. This is prolly gonna be the first chapter to it. Thanks for the review.
~Naomi=Hi! Yes, I finally finished. Are you happy? I hope so. I hope you review this as well, thanks for being so encouraging as the story went on.
~Tateoka Demonica=Thank you so much for reviewing and putting this on your faves. It's finally over! Hehehe.
~Midori Natari Himura=Thanks for complimenting me and saying that I did a wonderful job, even though on the previous fifteen chapters the writing stunk and we all know it. I think I did a much better job here, but tomorrow I'll hate it so it doesn't matter. *ahem* Anyhoo! Thanks for reading this story, because your opinion means a lot to me. Arigatou gozaimasu!!
~Misanagi=Well, you would get a prize, but I'm so un-creative that I can't think of any. I'll read a fic of your's sometime, though! If that's good enough...even though everyone else reads your fanfics, so I'm not sure if my opinion would matter much. ^^;;
~Ayumi=Hey! Thanks for complimenting this story and for following it through until the end! (I think.) Oh, and next time you're online, think you and Hiro could have another talk? I'm sorry, but I'm becoming an Ayumi-dono/Hiroharu fan! I know that's insane but oh well. I hope you enjoyed the epilogue, I've become better at writing than the other pieces of crap that I called 15 chapters of a story. Oops! Did I just insult myself again? Sorry. Well, whaddya gonna do? Erm, I mean, I'm looking forward to your review!
~mutsumi=You were right! Kenji told the epilogue! Go you! Yahoo! ^-^ I got what you were trying to say, and thanks a lot. Really. I'm glad you liked this story.
~Qfg=Thank you for the compliment of horrid japanese. LOL j/k. Arigatou gozaimasu for putting this on your faves list and enjoying it! ^____^
