Disclaimer: All characters mentioned belong in the animé series Weiss Kreuz. The plot is taken from the book Scarlet Moon by Debbie Viguié. Please don't sue me…?
WARNINGS: The end… is this. Finally, after a harrowing almost-three months, this darned fic is finished. It's too much of a YxO chappie though, so you have been warned. Please don't expect a sequel or even an epilogue. I won't have time write fics anymore (nor do I have the plot). And in the off chance that anyone would still insist on reviewing the last chapter, PLEASE LEAVE AN e-mail add SO I COULD MAIL YOU MY REPLY TO YOUR REVIEW. If you've signed-in, 'tis ok. If you're an anonymous reviewer, PLEASE leave an e-mail add. Arigatou! Oh, this is what you get when you insist on inhaling "Hershey's cookies n' crème nuggets." Yum!
And no, there's no smut here. Gomen.
This chapter is unbeta'ed yet, so there might be a few more revisions when I upload it again… Gomen nasai Skyyler-sama! (kowtows)
Scarlet Moon
By Ninetails
These words are my own, they're from my heart
I love you, I love you, That's all I got to say
Can't think of a better way, and that's all I got to say
I love you, is that ok?
-These Words by Natasha Bedingfield
Chapter12
The castle had been in a state of turmoil for over a week now. Omi's trip to the woods had been reluctantly moved to a later date because of the many preparations he needed to do for the special day. Ran had been the happiest he'd ever been in his life. In a few days' time, he and Ken would be legally bonded as lifemates, having had permission from the King and Lord Fujimiya himself.
He truly had never seen his cousin so happy. Ken was a blessing to their lives. He wasn't able to see him often though, for he was troubled by other thoughts. Rather, his thoughts were occupied with another man.
Youji's memory has increasingly become better. He now could recognize a few people from his life and a few more favorite spots in the village. He would even tell Omi stories of his stay in the Crusades, but often stopped when he saw the hurt in Omi's eyes. Tales of Youji's sufferings and sacrifice in a Holy War that brought nothing but pain and misery never failed to remind him of his own mission.
His love had gone though enough anguish the past few years. it was high time for him to have a family back – to have a life back. Omi knew that there was high risk of him losing Youji, but he was willing to forego anything else in favor of Youji's happiness.
A flurry of motion brought him back to his surroundings, offhandedly directing some of the gardeners as they arranged a few of the bouquets in the patio. Everything had to be perfect for the union of two of his favorite men.
He smiled, picturing Ken and his cousin living together in the castle. That endeavor would prove to be very interesting indeed. Then… he blinked. And blushed.
A worker approached him with a large vase in his hands, and he directed him to a few of the women who were pruning the flowers to be used in one of the bouquets in the grand hallway.
Before the night of the full moon, something seemed terribly off with his cousin. He would prowl restlessly around the castle, always seeming to gravitate back to the wall of the Fujimiya ancestors. Other times he would go out for hours on end.
Just a few days ago, he disappeared completely. This wasn't cause for too much alarm since he was quite used to his cousin's erratic tendencies, but this time around, the look in his violet eyes frightened Omi.
For the first time in his life, he saw fear in his cousin's eyes. It chilled him to the bones.
That night, he sought comfort in the presence of Youji, who wordlessly pulled him into his arms and soothed away his fears. He was trembling violently, and he couldn't seem to stop, but the warmth of Youji finally managed to assail his mini-hysteria.
There were no questions asked, and just yesterday, his cousin finally came back, tired but strangely serene. He longed to ask how Ken was doing, but he saw that his cousin still needed rest. Before he could set foot in his rooms, he accosted him and assured him that all matters concerning the next day would be taken care by him.
"And don't even try to get out of your room until tomorrow, Ran. I – "
"Omi," he answered with a tired smirk, "I'll rest, don't worry. By tomorrow I'll be as good as new. You don't have to do all the work yourself. God knows you've been exhausted already what with Youji all the other responsibilities you place upon yourself. Just go rest yourself and I'll see you tomorrow." With a final weary smile and a ruffling of his sandy hair, Ran entered his room and quietly shut the door.
Omi stayed there for a while, just staring at the intricate carvings upon the grain of the door. Ran should talk about taking on responsibilities! He rarely ever sleeps!
Shaking his head ruefully, he headed down to room, and took the detour to another door. He knocked on it, but hearing no noise on the other side, gently eased it open to see the dark figure huddled in the confines of the bed. There was no moon tonight, but the stars provided enough light to illuminate the beautiful face resting in silent repose.
With a gentle smile on his face, Omi silently closed the door and went to his room. Sleep, though, was slow in coming.
The next day shone bright and cheerful, at odds with Omi's mood. Today was the day he would finally find out who Youji really is. They would venture into the woods to find this fabled witch and ask for her help. Even if he readied himself for disappointment, he fervently wished that she would at least know of any information regarding Youji.
He decided to let them walk. This way, Youji would get the exercise he insists on having, and it would prolong their being together. After all, there was no saying what today would bring.
They talked about the upcoming event, him hastily explaining who Ken was and how he and Ran met. "Well, I have to say that it was quite a surprise with me. Once you meet Ken though, I'm sure you'll like him too."
"I'm sure I will," Youji answered distractedly. He glanced back to see Omi slowly climbing over an upturned tree root. He sighed and called out, "Omi, hurry up! You're taking too long! I didn't know you were this girly." At the furious pout of the boy behind him, Youji gave out a hearty laugh.
Omi glared at the other man, silently fuming at his shaking form. He sounds like he's suffocating. I hope he chokes to death, was his vindictive thoughts.
Finally the man's giggling fit died down much to Omi's relief. If he hadn't stopped, he was sure to develop wrinkles in his young age. Youji sauntered over to him with a cocky smile and slowly drew him close. His hot breath fanned over his face as he whispered, "Don't worry, Omi. I know how much of a man you are."
His eyes widened as he felt soft lips slide against his own, the feeling leaving him stunned and strangely lightheaded. Youji's lips slowly caressed his bottom lip and he tried hard to suppress his whimpers of delight. He couldn't stop the moan from leaving, though, as a hot tongue slid between the cleft of his lips to delve deep into him, leaving trails of fire everywhere.
It was too much sensation, and he was slowly drowning, feeling as if he would be lost forever if this didn't stop right now. He pulled his hands from Youji's neck down to his chest as he tried to push away from his intoxicating embrace, arms too weak to do much more than create only a small space between them. Youji took the hint though.
Reluctantly, he ended the kiss, pulling away from the smaller boy as he trembled from the sensations coursing through his body. He observed the other discretely, noting his inflamed face and his harsh breaths as he tried to compose himself. when he was finally ready, he glared at Youji once again before stomping through the woods in a hurried face.
Youji shook his head. Omi was just too adorable.
He followed the furious boy at a more sedate pace, relishing their moment spent together. He still felt the large blank in his memory eat away at his consciousness, leaving him to feel nonexistent. When he tried hard enough, though, he would get images of a dry arid land and the people he met and fought with there. Memories of long ago plagued his every waking moments. Images of a small boy in a red cloak assailed his vision, a bright smile, a rakish grin; he longed to know who he was, what he has been. He needed to know in order to get back to his life.
Following a worn path, they reached a clearing where a shabby cabin rested almost crookedly on the ground. He stopped walking and cocked his head to the side, feeling as though this house should be something he was very familiar with. as if someone he knows lives there.
"Youji! Come on! Stop dallying and get here," Omi said almost harshly, worry and uncertainty plaguing his features. He couldn't help but smile at the endearing sight.
He briskly walked to the front of the cottage and rapped on the door, listening for any sound coming from within. He knocked again twice, feeling strangely frustrated. Behind this door are the answers to the questions of his past. He felt Omi directly behind him as he struggled with the door. He had to get in there somehow.
Suddenly, he started walking to the back, where he instinctively knew that a window was always left open. Omi followed him, silent till now, as he carefully made his way amidst the various herbs planted in neat rows. Finally reaching the desired window, he glanced back at Omi and winked as he slowly pried it open. He then gestured for Omi to enter, much to the boy's gawking surprise.
"What? You expect me to enter this house without the owner's permission? Youji – !"
"Omi, don't worry too much. I'm sure that whoever lives in this house expects no one else to know about this window except someone close to her. Since I somehow know about it, there is a chance that this lady of yours is actually someone I know."
He watched the conflict in Omi's blue eyes as the boy pondered the idea of violating someone's home. He then looked up into his green eyes and saw something in them that put determination into his own. "All right then, I suppose I might as well. But once word of this gets out, I'll – "
He was cut off by a chaste kiss upon his lips. "Don't worry, Omi. Everything will be alright."
The boy turned back to the window, and he was thankful of his slight build for he barely made it past the opening. Once he was inside, he hastily went to the front of the house to unlock the bolted door. Youji was on the front step with a rakish grin, and he longed to wipe it from his face, even though the expression looked mighty fitting on him.
Together they explored the tiny house, wondering at the various bottles and jars littered among the shelves. There was one chart pinned on the wall that caught Omi's attention. "Youji, look, this is a – "
"A star chart," Youji whispered, tenderly trailing his fingers at the strangely familiar map.
He heard a gasp from behind him and saw Omi bend down to pick up what looked to be a wolf's paw. It was bigger than his own hand and the claws have faint traces of red.
That wolf's paw. It looks too familiar. It has something to do with the boy in the red coat. Someone killed that wolf because of him. Someone I should know…
"Kase."
Kase was buried quietly, one last victim of the wolf attacks. Ken himself told the villagers how Kase had bravely fought the wolf, and that each had mortally wounded the other. His father took the truth hard, but he understood and accepted it. He also accepted Ran, though it was clear his fears had only multiplied.
His grandmother was fully recovered. Before Ken had made it back to the cottage, Manx had managed to drag herself from her bed and treat her remaining injuries, including taking something to restore her voice.
It had been Kase who had attacked her, sure that she was a witch and trying to kill her when she told him she had no secrets to share with him. He had been using the wolf's paw as a weapon – an extension of himself and a symbol of his slide from sanity. In the end Ken believed his cousin had truly seen himself as an animal.
It has been a traumatic couple of weeks, but at least Father, Grandmother, Ran, and I are all together now, and we are all safe.
He smoothed his hands down the smooth material of his shirt. And through it all this outfit had been made for my union with my beloved. I wonder how it fits me so perfectly. Maybe Ran had something to do with it…
He still couldn't quite believe everything that was happening. The unknown future stretched out before him like a dark forest. Thanks to Ran, though, he had gotten over his fear of dark forests. So, although he still felt uncertain, he didn't feel afraid. He, after all, was loved.
I don't know if I'll ever feel like a Lord, he thought as he climbed down the stairs toward the great hall. But I've got a lifetime to try.
It was two hours before the ceremony, and he had managed to escape the attendants Ran assigned to him just yesterday. At least, for a moment. In the great hall he saw his grandmother deep in conversation with Ran.
"We may never know who killed the tanner," Manx said just as Ken walked up.
His grandmother turned and beamed at him. "There you are, dear, and you look gorgeous."
A slight blush suffused his cheeks. "Thank you."
Ran reached for his hand. "I was telling your grandmother that I remember everything from the last wolf cycle – the chains, the fight, everything. Now that I can remember, I should be able to slowly start to control myself again."
"Does that mean your passion for me is waning already?" Ken teased a now smirking Ran.
"On the contrary," he said, violet eyes burning with fire. "My love for you has given me the strength to be a better man, even a better wolf. In time maybe I'll have more control over the whole process than ever."
"Oh no, that will not do at all," Manx said with a sly grin. "That is why I have brought you two the perfect wedding present."
"What is it?" Ken asked eagerly, an excited gleam shining in his brown eyes.
Manx smiled enigmatically and Ken suppressed a groan, knowing what that look meant. She then turned and removed one of the portraits from the wall. Ken noted with interest that it was the portrait of the man who had brought the curse down upon Ran's family.
Ken and Ran exchanged puzzled looks as Manx walked across the room, a mischievous glint in her blue eyes. "Grandmother, what are you going to do?"
Without answering, Manx suddenly threw the portrait upon the fire. Ken flew forward with a cry, but Ran stopped him with a firm but gentle hand on his arm. Together, they watched as the painting burned. At last it was gone, little more than soot and ashes, and Ken turned to look at the wall where it had hung.
"Look!" he gasped.
Ran spun around, and he saw it too. "They all look different, changed somehow."
Manx smiled as she turned back from the fire. "They are, and so are you, Ran."
He turned completely white.
"Ran, what is it?" Ken demanded, totally bewildered. He started to tug at the taller man's hand that still held his arm.
Ran stayed completely still for a long moment, and Ken feared the worst. Images of a wolf Ran morphing into a more hideous creature assailed his thoughts as he watched the stunned look on his beautiful face.
Finally, he turned to face Manx, slowly clasping Ken's hand in his own as he answered, "You're right, I can feel it. the curse is gone," he whispered fiercely. "The curse is gone!" he shouted, pulling Ken into a fierce hug. The air was abruptly squeezed from his lungs and Ken felt light headed, from giddiness, or lack of air, he wasn't too sure.
Trying vainly to untangle himself from Ran's vice-like hug, Ken asked, "How do you know?"
He looked deeply into his eyes, warmth radiating between them as he softly answered, "I know. I can feel it."
A surge of love and joy washed through Ken. The days stretched ahead of them filled with sunlight, and the shadow was finally gone. All doubts flew out of his mind as he kissed Ran with all the passion in his heart, and he kissed him back, velvet tongue slowly prying his lips open, delving in them to mingle their tastes, their passion, their love.
As he slowly pulled back, he rested his forehead on Ken's as he stared deeply into his eyes, emotion passing wordlessly between them. "Nothing can ever come between us," Ran whispered hoarsely against his lips.
Ken laughed, the sound a delight to those who heard it. At last he turned to his grandmother, who stood watching with a twinkle in her eyes ang a slight blush to her smooth cheeks.
"Grandmother, how did you do it? How did you break the curse?"
"Magic."
Yesterday was a big disappointment for him. Omi was fairly sure that the answers to Youji's affliction would be answered in that cottage in the woods. Bits and pieces of his memory seemed to come back, but at a very slow pace. And now, at the onset of his cousin's union with his love, he was unhappy.
Those two were strangely missing, only two hours before the ceremony starts, and he himself was busy with last-minute preparations. A few of the lords present were complaining loudly of the lack of proper courtesy by some of the servants. A few noblewomen were standing around, showing off their magnificent gowns, and getting in the way of the bustling servants. He looked around for a familiar figure. Youji was just off to the side, looking resplendent in a dark green coat artistically full of silver embroidery that set off his emerald eyes. He looked back at him and his heart warmed at the small smile he received.
He turned back to the task at hand, sneaking a few glances at the gates where carriages drove by in a steady stream. She was late, as usual, probably meaning to make a grand entrance. he sighed. He just hoped that Ran would like the little surprise he had arranged.
Minutes passed and he spied a distinct black carriage with the Fujimiya's red wolfhead painted on the door. He gave a hearty laugh and hurried to meet the advancing coach. He felt a presence near him and beamed as Youji accompanied him. As they approached the black carriage, the door burst open and a lady hastily jumped down and ran straight to him. He barely readied himself for the tight hug that Aya bestowed upon him.
"Omi! I'm so glad to see you again!" she gushed breathlessly as she clung to a barely-breathing Omi. She gave him another wide grin, blue eyes showing her joy, as she carefully observed him. "My, you've grown, cousin. Dare I say that the ladies are lining up just to be with you?" she asked with a coy wink.
He blushed, finally able to be free of her tight hold as he tried hard not to blush at the steady stare he could feel behind him. He tried to answer her swift questioning and she finally turned to look at the man who, until now, stood silently behind them.
Her eyes light up at the handsome sight and Omi couldn't help the light frown on his face as Youji gave her his trademark grin. He hastily cleared his throat and made hasty introductions. "Youji, this is Lady Aya Fujimiya, Ran's sister and my cousin. Aya, this is Youji, our guest."
They started chatting on about trivialities and Omi resigned himself to walking a little behind them, regularly checking the proceedings of the preparations. They searched the castle for signs of Ran or Ken as Omi told her the whole story, at least, as he knew it to be. At last Aya spied him standing in the great hall with another man and a woman.
She hastily approached him, running securely into his arms. They followed at a more sedate pace, grinning at the reunion of the Fujimiya siblings.
A sudden loud gasp cut their joy short as Ken, who stayed silent up until then, hoarsely whispered, "Youji," before approaching the man beside him.
It was like a dream, an insane dream, a good dream. On the day that he was to be the happiest man alive, his brother is here, alive. He felt everything slow down around them, the only real thing the image of his brother right before him. How could this be?
He felt his grandmother just behind him, and he slowly lifted a hand to feel his warmth, his life. His hand cupped the smooth cheeks as he looked deeply into green eyes, seeing the wonderment in them. he couldn't hold back the tears that fell unbidden as he embraced him, finally feeling the security only his brother's arms could give. He choked back a sob as he felt gentle arms wrap around him, pulling him closer to the warmth.
They stayed that way for long moments, reacquainting to each other, as their grandmother cried silent tears of happiness at the beautiful sight of her two grandsons.
Ken finally pulled back, his tears dried on his brother's coat, just in time to see the beautiful smile Youji bestowed upon him. He saw the realization dawning in his eyes and upon those smiling lips came the most beautiful words he had ever heard. "I am home, my brother."
The ceremony was a rather swift affair, they only had to sign a few documents and be granted the blessing of the Archbishop. The feast soon after was an event that would be talked about for weeks. The food prepared by the master chef were lavish enough for a king's court, and the main dish consisted of a stuffed peacock decorated by its beautiful feathers and the stuffing rolled into egg shapes that were painted gold and green.
Ken's family reunited was full of long embraces and heartfelt tears. Reiji himself was busy wiping away his tears at the sight of his oldest son. As they sat at a long table, Omi related to them how he rescued his brother from a sure death and how he tried to restore his memory. Ken felt the urge to bash himself at all the near-misses he had made. His brother was in the castle all along! He chanced a look at Omi to see a brooding look that looked at odds with his features. Was something the matter?
Ran observed all this with a slight smile, enjoying all of Ken's expressions. He would then look back at his little sister and enjoy the smile she gave to him, finally relieved to see him happy. He felt that she knew about the breaking of the curse, and he was very happy to finally be reunited with all those he love. He felt a slight tug on his hand and looked back to see Ken gesturing between his brother and Omi. Ran frowned.
He knew that his little cousin has feelings for the older man. He was also certain that those feelings were returned. Now that Youji has regained his memory, would he still remember?
His fears were allayed when he saw the older man give his cousin a gentle smile, and almost laughed at the fervid blush and embarrassed look Omi sported almost the whole of the feast.
When finally the feast wound down and only a few noblemen were left to finish their wine, he tightly embraced his sister and excused himself and Ken from the table, giving his cousin an uncharacteristic wink. He smirked at the blush that followed as he saw Youji's arm sneaking behind Omi's back.
Hearty "Good nights" and knowing smiles followed their retreat as he half-dragged Ken to their new room. He met slight resistance and when he turned around, Ken had a slightly peeved look on his face. It made him just that more adorable.
"Ran, we shouldn't have left our own feast," he chastised lightly, twining their hands together to show that he wasn't as displeased as he sounded.
"It was as good as over, Ken. Now that our problems are over, we should let them resolve theirs." At his look that followed, Ken understood the meaning behind his words. he nodded slowly, understanding that his brother and Omi needed to work out a few more things with his father and grandmother.
"Besides," Ran continued, voice getting more huskier. Ken felt his blood fire up at the heated look directed at him by violet eyes. "I want you all to myself now."
And with those words, he was hastily swept up off his feet and found himself carried by Ran, bridal-style, into their room. He nibbled at his pale neck, all other things pushed at the back of his mind. After all, who could resist those words? He had waited long years for his brother to come back, too long to gain his grandmother's acceptance of the village. He too had wanted to meet with Ran's sister, and to –
His thoughts were cut short by the intrusion of a slick tongue into his lips. He moaned, feeling their passions rise as he hungrily answered Ran's furious kiss. Everything else could wait. For now, he was to spend time with the man he was bonded to for eternity. He pulled back briefly to whisper a fervent "I love you" as Ran laid him gently on the bed. He was answered with a kiss that instantly took his breath away.
Yes, everything else could wait. What matters is the here and now, together with my Ran. He moaned as his love's kisses steadily went lower his exposed chest and he clutched at his scarlet hair, feeling the blood-red silkiness flow through his fingers. Ran went back up to kiss him, pouring out all the promises of love and affection in that one single contact. And as he pulled away, violet meeting brown, a wordless pledge of forever echoing in the vastness of their entwined souls (was made).
Owari... Really.
Author's Notes:
Gah, this was horrible! Horrible! It's not even long! Argh! I'm SO sorry minna! I'll revise it once I have the time, but don't get your hopes up in regards to the improvement of this last chapter. I'm simply too stupid. Oh well. (shrugs)
Erm, why, you ask, didn't Omi just ask around Ken's village? Well, without Youji and Omi's scenes, this chappie would be three pages long. Really.
And I hate dorm life. Really. I was crying the first three nights I was there. No privacy, no freedom, no family, no life. Geez. Oh well. Gotta concentrate on finishing my second year of college. See you around, minna. I'll miss you all! (huggles)
Replies to Reviews (Chapter 11): You people are the best ever. Your reviews and comments (and a few veiled threats) were the motivators for this fic. I love you all so much! Thank you for sharing this wonderful experience with me. God I sound so pathetic. A celebratory piece of cake for everyone!
Moon without a Sun Err, are your questions answered now? I hope so! (beams) How did Kase become a wolf? Well, when he became demented or something, he felt that he as a wolf is all-powerful, enough to seek retribution from his tormentors in the Crusades. Or something. Gah. Gomen, can't think right now. It's almost 2 in the morning. Ehehehe.. 'Nyways, thanks SO much for the wonderful review! (huggles you)
HeatherR Waaah! I'm SO sorry! I tried to make it as long as I could, but it was only around 9 pages! Gah! I'm SO sorry! No time to write these past few weeks. Gah. I'm so uninspired. Ehehehe… wolves mate for life, ne? I vaguely recall hearing it in a Discovery documentary… or something. Such an interesting fact (wiggles eyebrows). Aww, there wasn't any tummy rubbing in this last chapter… Gomen nasai! Hontou ni gomen nasai! Yeah, he wasn't really the murderer. He is the, as a matter of fact. Ru-chan pointed it out. Ehehehe… getting sidetracked. Wait, there's no point in ramblings, is there? Gah. Can you see how unstable my mind is right now? Ugh. I hate dorm life. Oh, and my Grandfather's ok, he's just a bit weaker than he used to be, though. He is 74 after all. But we love him anyway… err, did that came out wrong? Gah. I couldn't get sick! No! I wouldn't dare missing even a single day of class! Gah, the pressure is killing me! Err, you didn't need to know that, ne? I'm SO sorry! Hope you liked this chapter. If not, I'm SO sorry! Waaah! Thanks for the review! (huggles you extra hard)
Seph Lorraine … (starts to go into a state of shock… again) Oh. My… Ahem, that last line was adorable, ne? I loved it too. I was just a bit disturbed 'cause Ran's head is on Ken's boot. Ehehehe. (sweatdrops) Wait… did I just write fluff! Iyaaaa! Err, gomen, I was debating with Elana-chan about whether angst or fluff is better… I'm on angst's side, of course. That didn't make sense, did it? (tries to hide under chair) Ehehehe, don't worry too much about coming late in this fic. As long as you people like it, I'm uber ecstatic. Ugh, I feel so horrible. This chapter isn't up to par with the previous ones. Guess I should've stuck to tree-writing, ne? (snickers) Ehehehe, don't worry, I'm particularly careful around walls these days. Especially glass ones. That'd be twice the embarrassment. I love your fics! I really liked "Together" and I can't wait for August! (hinthint) Wah! I'm sorry if I embarrassed you! I'll just give you an extra big huggle! Thanks for reviewing!
Ru-chan Ehehehe, I was feeling too lazy to draw out the fight scene… Gomen nasai! Oh, that wasn't what you were expecting? I read this short story in Isaa Asimov's "Werewolf" about a man who appeared to be what anyone thought him to be. His wife thought him to be a madman, so to her, he was. His comrade thought him to be the same comrade he fought with in the war, and he was. but he himself thought him to be the monster he was, so he was a werewolf. It was an ingenious theory for the werewolf. Or something. Gah, I feel so woozy. Aww, thanks so much for the comfort! My Grandfather and cousins are all fine now, it's just the usual sunny-rainy season sickness. Thankies SO much for the review! (huggles you extra hard)
miserene Hehe, thanks so much! I'm SO sorry for updating two weeks too late! I wasn't lazy, really. My dorm just sucks. Gah. So sorry. I hope you're not too disappointed with this last chapter! (huggles you extra hard)
RosefaerietaleRed (blinks) It was a cliffie! (tries to wrack currently snoozing brain) Oh, I guess it was. Gomen for that! Aww, I'm really sorry too for ending this fic like this, but I really have no time to write more. Wah! I miss my old life already! Gah. I'm such a crybaby. Oh well. I hope you won't be too disappointed with this ending. Thanks SO much for the review! (huggles you extra hard)
Dark-One Shadowphyre … (edges away from Shadowphyre) Please don't impersonate anything from the Wizard of Oz! Waaah! (runs away screaming) … Nah, just kidding, ehehehe. I'm glad you liked how things turned out. I was kinda worried that someone out there protests Kase's abrupt and brutal ending. (looks around furtively) Hmmm… about that fanart… I e-mailed you a few weeks back so… yeah, just check your mail. I hope you like the entirety of this last chappie! Eh, "Expect to read out merfolk before too long?" Gomen, I'm completely lost with that statement. Mind ain't working. It's not almost 2:30 in the morning. Gah. Thanks SO much for liking chapter 11 and thanks for the review! (huggles you extra hard)
artemis347 Hehehe, thanks SO much for thinking the fluff scenes were cute! Wai! I'm glad you read Boys Next Door. It was completely creepy and angsty but even though I hate death, err, mangas, it was a good read. Lawrence is simply beautiful! (drools) Wai! I'm glad you read Midare too! (drools harder) Wait… how old are you? (looks at you suspiciously) Oh well, I'm not one to complain. I read my first lemon when I was 14. But you didn't need to know that. Whatshisname (the lead character) is SO cute! But I think Fujimaru was too girly. Geez. The guy who looked almost like him was absolutely adorable! Wai! (drools harder still) Ehehehehe.. gomen. Are you into Naruto? Go check out the doujin scans in zettai-hentai… Aww, this is the last chapter of Scarlet Moon and I hope I didn't disappoint you too much. Thanks SO much for the review! (huggles you extra hard)
OliviaYuyMaxwell Aww, yeah, since they love each other so much, they're willing to overcome almost impossible odds just to be with each other. And I have this insane feeling that I'm spouting crap… again. Gomen, it's already 2:30 in the morning. Gah. Thank you SO SO much for the beautiful fanart you showed me! I might not be able to do that promised fic anytime in the near future, but I swear I'm gonna churn it out. Just please have a LOT of patience! (draws out the big guns: puppy-dog eyes) I'M SO SORRY! Waaah! Hehehe.. hope to mail you again soon… but you know my life right now. Gah. I hate it. Oh well. Thanks SO much for the review! (huggles you extra hard)
I just realized that I'm turning 19 in less than a week's time. Gah. I am old. Um, sorry for offending anyone out there (hides under convenient… towel). Oh, Happy Fathers Day everyone! (or rather, to all your fathers. It's already June 19 here so…)
