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Letters—Epilogue,
By Winterwing3000
"Here, I've prescribed you some small and light medication that would help you. So come back next week and we'll talk some more, okay?" Misao said, ripping a medical sheet from her pad and handed to her patient. "Have a good day Enishi-san!"
"Hai, sayonara, Makimachi-sensei." He bowed and exited the room, only to bump into a rather tall chest. Stepping back, the Enishi greeted the other doctor of the double clinic. "Good afternoon, Shinomori-sensei."
"Hn, good afternoon, Yukishiro-san." Aoshi nodded, allowing the shorter man to pass and closed the door after him.
Misao pulled open a cabinet and slipped in the manila file of Yukishiro Enishi, before bending back up into her chair, facing her lover, who sat casually on the velvet chairs in front of the desk.
"Up for lunch?" he asked her, quirking a brow as his ice-blue eyes did a quick scan over her schedule. There were red X-marks, circles and a couple of scribbles on the pad but there was also a free space under "Noon- 2 P.M".
"Actually, I ordered Chinese. Didn't you say that you wanted to talk to me this morning before we came here?" Misao said, rummaging through her front drawer for her wallet. She pulled out a couple of bills and placed them on top of her desk.
It was about three years since she came back to Tokyo, Japan. She moved in with Aoshi, seeing that Kaoru was living with Himura and her parent's house was auctioned off during her traveling. Their relationship was steady and they were already on the next level. She knew that there wasn't any need to rush into marriage or such, she could wait. As long as Aoshi was there with her, she's satisfied even if they didn't get married. Because now, she was working along with him at his clinic, since she received a PhD after managing a Masters at Psychology during her arrival home.
Spending over twenty years with her first best, childhood friend to boyfriend to lover, Misao knew some of his habits. Such as meditating during the morning, no sugar or cream added in his tea, never go out whenever he has something really important to say, and other things.
"Ooh, lunch's here. I got the usual." Misao grinned, going to the door, where there was a quick knock and paid the delivery boy, taking the plastic bag in his hand. Walking back to the table, she took out the white styrafoam boxes and placed a pair of chopsticks and some napkins on top of both boxes. Aoshi had gotten out of his seat to retrieve some plastic cups and some cold lemon tea from the small fridge next to the cooler.
As they settled down to eat, they conversed offhandedly about their day so far. Finally, when they finished, Misao asked the million dollar question, "So, what's up?"
Aoshi seemed to have hesitated a moment, before digging his hand into his doctor's jacket to draw out a small white box and putted in front of her. Misao blinked a few times then moved her empty lunchbox aside, bringing the smaller box towards her. Picking it up, she examined it quietly, noting that it was a jewelry box of some kind, something that was quite expensive from the looks of it.
The psychologist gave the doctor a questioning look and Aoshi merely nodded, telling her to open it and see what was inside. Uncertainly now, Misao lifted the cover and took out the small black box within.
Flipping it open without a second thought as she always does, Misao prepared herself to tell Aoshi that such trinkets weren't needed in their relationship, but she found herself stopping when she glanced at the silver piece inside.
A small periwinkle jewel was inserted in the middle of the silver band, twinkling in the fluorescent light. Her blue eyes sought his green-blue ones.
Not missing a beat, Aoshi leaned over the table and took the ring out of the case, taking her right hand and slipping it onto her ring finger.
"Marry me?"
Her smile said it all.
A fifteen year old teenager dug around her mother's dresser table for some nail polish and pulled opened a small wooden box, expecting to see some jewelry or some makeup, but only to find a stack of faded writing on stamped envelopes tied together by string. The exterior of the envelopes were turning slightly yellow from years of being unattended to and the ink was smudged.
Curiously, she picked up the small pile of what seems to be letters kept in her mother's wooden case. "Must be important…" she muttered to herself.
She inconspicuously peered around the master bedroom to see whether there was anyone else present, and found it safe for her just to take the tiniest peek at what the envelopes contained. Tugging at a loose tail of the knotted string, she pulled it free and then took the first letter on top and carefully picked at the note snuggled inside the pocket.
At first, her eyes grew wide when she read the first line, "Dear Misao,".
Did her mother have another lover in the past? Before she met her father?
Her assumptions were later put to rest when she read almost a quarter of the entire pile. There were letters from her mother to her father, her father to her mother and all that. As if they were communicating to each other ever since they were younger than she was! Her parents never really went into detail of how they really met, so the teen usually came up with the conclusion that they met in high school and graduated as the high school sweethearts.
A silly grin lit her face when she noticed that there was a letter that was written by her mother when she was her age. She squinted just the slightest and saw that there was a faint mark at the bottom of the note. It looked a bit round and sharp at the end… what was it?
"Moriko!" her mother called from the kitchen. "Dinner!"
"Coming!" Moriko, daughter of Aoshi Shinomori and Misao M. Shinomori, called back. Tucking the letters back into the box, with the string tied securely, she closed it gently and snapped the lock back into place.
Finally, it was good to know that her parents met each other…
Through letters.
: OWARI (for real this time…) :
AN: And that's the final wrap! Letters is finally closed and finished! I'm glad to have written this and to have received so many reviews for it! Thank you! And that's the final wrap! is finally closed and finished! I'm glad to have written this and to have received so many reviews for it! Thank you!
Mandella-sama: lol, yup. I just find those "run-and-kiss" scenes overused in fanfiction and movies. Usually, it doesn't even happen in real life! I hope you enjoyed the epilogue and would continue reading the A/Mi fics that I would have out during the near future!
Kennii nii chan: yup, you're really famous! You have really cute stories out! And I hope that you enjoyed it!
Moonjava: yeah, erk… grammar worst nightmare which will never be conquered. Thank you for reading!
MoMo-ChAn1: ooh, I like Four Seasons from InuYasha. It sounds sweet! And is there such a thing as bitter irony? 0.o Thank you!
Vikki: yup, this is the LAST chapter, so I hope people don't go shouting, "Sequel! Sequel!" because that would be impossible to write (at the moment). And thank you, I'll be trying my best to sprout A/Mi fics from my ears so they come out easily! Bwah.
And a small… er, supposedly FAQ for the future reviewers:
Q1: How did Misao become a psychologist? Didn't she receive a Master at Economics?
A1: Yes, she did. But noticed that it was also said that she was taking Economics and Psychology as a major subject in College.
Q2: What does "Moriko" mean?
A2: "Moriko" means "Forest Child". I was planning to name their daughter "Aoko", which means "Blue Child" but that didn't make any sense. And, of course, I'm a nature lover, thus the name.
Q3: How come there's no kiss!
A3: Well, to be truthful about it, I wasn't really planning on making this an overly sappy fic with tons of kisses and stuff. Naturally, women would go and jump their 'soon-to-be' husbands when they propose. But notice that there is a difference in Aoshi and Misao's bond from other normal couples. They met since they were just kids and grew to love each other as they grew older and became closer friends. So they have this mutual feeling where no words or actions were really needed. And this was somewhat base on reality (birthdays, funerals, college experience, etc.)
Q4: How come there wasn't any wedding?
A4: Ah, that would stray the whole chapter from its real meaning at the end. And I would probably make it so extensive that it wouldn't be an epilogue (more like another chapter).
Q5: I want a sequel, so are you going to write it?
A5: As much as I love this pairing and this fic, no, there would NOT be any sequels to it. I have played with that idea for quite a while now, but in the end, my new Muse (Winifred the 10th, haha) said that it would be too much of a hassle because it wouldn't be focusing much on Aoshi and Misao, but rather on their daughter, Moriko and probably, her boyfriend/friend/some random guy she met.
Q6: What about Kenshin and Kaoru? Sanosuke and Megumi?
A6: Kenshin and Kaoru, well, for those KxK lovers, I might write a side story for them, but it'll take time. And same goes for Sanosuke and Megumi, except theirs would be extremely difficult to write since they're married with four kids!
Q7: Will there be any fanarts to this?
A7: I'm thinking about it, so don't keep your hopes up too high. If I do, check my profile for the links.
Q8: Why was Yukishiro Enishi in here? And why was he Misao's patient!
A8: Eep, I was afraid of this question, but I'll answer this anyways. As you all know, Enishi was crazed during his suffering of Tomoe's death and well, I guess Misao's… helping him as any good psychology doc would?
And, any other questions can be emailed to me and I'll answer them! Thank you once more for reading this and I hope that you've enjoyed this thoroughly!