Adrien laid in the single bed in the small bedroom, he scanned through the photos of himself with Marinette, Rin was in a few of them but she seemed completely content to just let the two Parisian teens be in the photos together.

'It's almost like she knew Mari liked me,' Adrien thought to himself.

He blinked when he caught sight of one of the photos, he was looking directly at the camera, Rin seemed almost depressed in the background and Marinette was staring at him with a wide smile on her face.

'I was oblivious! God I am a fucking idiot,' Adrien berated himself.

Rin cuddled into Mamoru as he nuzzled her hair.

"Sure you're okay?"

Mamoru nodded as he placed a chaste kiss on her cheek but cuddled in closer to her.

She stiffened for a moment when he did this, causing him to softly chuckle as he whispered, "Are you alright?"

Rin nodded and smiled a bit, "I guess you were happy to see me as well, huh?"

Mamoru quietly laughed half from embarrassment and half from happiness before suggesting, "I could roll over if you wish, and you could cuddle into me?"

Rin shook her head 'no', "I don't mind. I missed being in your arms."

Mamoru blinked and gave her a questioning look, "I never held you like this before."

"Not before you were deep asleep, no," Rin admitted.

Mamoru blinked before he burst out laughing and covered his face with his hands. 'All this time, I thought I was concealing how I felt about her adequately, yet when I was asleep I was cuddling into her. I'm an idiot,' He berated himself. His laughter quieted down and he uncovered his hands from his face.

He rolled back onto his side, propping his head up with his left arm resting against the mattress so he could his love in the eye.

"I'm sorry, Rin-sama. I never meant to tease you like that," He apologized.

Rin pouted as she replied, "You're teasing me now. I want your arms around me."

Mamoru blinked as he moved closer to Rin and gently wrapped his left arm around her, pulling her close to himself again.

The white haired girl sighed in contentment as she drank in his scent.

"I could give you a bottle of my cologne," He suggested.

Rin shook her head 'no', "It wouldn't smell like you. This scent—the scent on you, wouldn't be the same as the scent in a bottle. The scent on you is a combination of your soap, your shampoo and your cologne."

"That animalistic nose," He gently teased as he kissed her hair.

"I don't know yet what I can leave behind for you," He confessed but was surprised when she placed her finger over his mouth.

"Don't talk about that. Okay? Let's just—let's just stay in the moment. I don't want to think about going home without you," Rin requested, her voice threatening to break from emotion.

Mamoru nodded as he cuddled into Rin. He'd turned his back to her while she had changed into one of his shirts. It was a dark red colour, long enough to pass for a night shirt on her and more than acceptably appropriate, still the comment couldn't help but come into Mamoru's mind.

Attempting to lighten the mood again he regarded her before stating, "You look good in my t-shirt."

Rin smacked him with her pillow while laughing he returned the laughter as a pillow fight ensued between them.

'Just like when we were kids,' he thought, as his heart became heavy with sadness, he found himself wishing he didn't have to leave her. As he felt this however he kept the same smile on his face, the laughter in his voice, and Rin could see the happiness gleaming from his eyes.

For the moment, just for right now, he'd enjoy his time with her without thoughts of the days to come.

The last of the hollows faded off as the men sheathed their blades. Tama held a blonde haired woman in her arms, the kaido beginning to take effect on her as she began quietly mumbling.

Though his hearing was usually exceptional, Yumichika had to hold his head close to the human's to hear her muttering, "Adrien… Adrien…"

"She's dehydrated and malnourished," Tama stated as she stopped the kaido and lifted the woman into her own arms.

"And a bit emaciated, but other than that she should be fine," Tama added.

"Let's get her some food then," Yumichika suggested.

Shuhei hesitated before opening a can of Vienna sausage he had in his kosode.

"Really? I don't know how you can eat that stuff," Tama remarked, sticking out her tongue.

Shuhei chuckled at her, through his black hair his steel grey eyes seemed to almost sparkle, "Why don't you try it?"

"Food should not be preserved in cans," Tama replied with a disgusted expression on her face.

Yumichika had to chuckle at the two.

The woman in Tama's arms gratefully took the opened can and began eating after Shuhei had drained the water from the can.

"She doesn't seem to mind," Shuhei remarked.

"When you're starving anything tastes good," Tama clarified.

Shuhei gave her an amused look, "Oh really?"

"Yes, really. When Sojun Kuchiki took me in, I was starving so much that I didn't care about urchins being offered to me," Tama replied.

Shuhei screwed up his face in disgusted expression and gagged a little, "Alright. Point made."

Yumichika shivered a bit at the thought but both men knew while their lives before the guard squads were hardly glamourous, Tama's was one filled with death and strife.

The woman finished the can letting it drop from her grasp.

Tama held her close as the three began making their way back.

"My son, I have to—my son's alone," The woman pleaded.

"No he isn't. My daughter's with him. He'll be alright," Tama soothed.

Ichika sat up watching as Masterfu's chest raised and fell, the rhythm was off from what it had been an hour ago and there was a rattling noise to it.

She gently opened a bottle of shiten, an anesthestic that the fourth squad used on soul reapers who were severely enough injured to require surgery to repair their body's ability to absorb and release reiatsu.

She gently placed a single drop of the green liquid onto Master Fu's cheek and watch as his body relaxedwhile his chest still struggled.

"I'm sorry I can't do more for you, Master Fu. You've been so kind to us this past century. You helped Tama when she was injured, you rushed over when she went into labour in the human world, you delivered Rin, Sora and Tomoya on a moment's notice, without any training… and always your door remained opened to us when one of us were here monitoring the hollows in Paris. We couldn't have asked for a kinder and selfless man to assist us. I just hope that you don't have any dreams that remained unfulfilled because of it," Ichika spoke as she gently ran a hand over the aged face of a man she'd seen slowly age over the course of her life time.

A few moments later his breathing stopped, and a spirit replica of him appeared at his bed side, his chain of fate coming from his chest had already been severed.

The plus spirit regarded her in a gaze of mutual respect before asking, "I have only one regret that perhaps you could help with?"

Ichika nodded, "I will certainly try, Master Fu. You have my word."

Master Fu looked to his top left dresser drawer, Ichika went to the dresser and opened it, revealing his will.

"Read the part about my residence," Master Fu stated.

Ichika read over the will before turning to him in shock, "—how did that happen?"

"You see, I left China not knowing that I was leaving my ex-girlfriend with child. To protect her, my best friend back home married her. Imagine my surprise when my granddaughter moved to Paris, and had a daughter of her own," Master Fu explained.

Ichika blinked before smiling a little, "I see."