I never thought I would actually add on to this story, but the characters demanded a bit more closer. So here is the epilogue. I don't own Mori but I did create Emmai.

Emmai waited patiently outside the practice house where her husband was teaching. She could hear the low, demanding tones of her Takashi as he called out another position. She closed her eyes and just listened as student reacted to the commands. She didn't even care about the blush that graced her face as chuckled beneath her breath knowing that she is just as submissive but in much different way. Today was a special day and she couldn't wait for his last class to be over so she could steal Mori away for herself.

She heard the brief dismissal and watched as the student filed out of there in a hurry. One could easily tell they were sore but they knew it's all part of the path to lethal weapon status. She thought Mori would be among his pupils, trying to be sure he was home on time, but he didn't come out. Hesitantly, Emmai stepped into the gym. This is his world... a world of serious focus... a world of danger and mystery... a world she rarely entered. She knew this is the part of him that both scared and intrigued her.

She'd barely made it in the door when she was captured from behind. A hand cut off her scream, "Who dares enter my sanctuary?" Immediately recognizing the low raspy voice she relaxed against him. his grip turned from threatening to adoring. Emmai turned to her smiling husband and playfully punched him. She opened her mouth to scold him, but his kiss stopped the words from coming.

She happily sighed into it. "I hope you don't treat all the girls this way," She whispered.

He buried his face in her hair humming, "Only the ones that dare to enter my sanctuary wearing my ring." His finger absently fiddled with her wedding ring. She laid her head on his chest as he pulled her close.

"So why are you here," Mori asked, "I let class out early today so I could make sure I was home on time."

Emmai craned her neck to see her husband's piercing brown eyes. He looked down into those gentle green eyes, swept over that soft ivory skin and narrowed on the necklace he had given her so many years ago. He smirked, lifting his hand to pick it up.

She let out a small giggle, "I didn't want to waste a moment."

Those words made his heart soar, and he crushed her in another kiss. He felt a small tear slide between their cheeks. He pulled back slightly, "What is, Emmai Darling?"

She smiled brightly, "Nothing, I just love you so much. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming."

Emmai watched a flash of mischievousness flash across his face, "I could prove your not."

"Not here," she ordered. He pretended to be dejected. She lifted his face to look at her. "Let's get out of here."

Once in the care she leaned over and kissed his cheek. "Happy Anniversary, Takashi Morinozuka."

He picked up her hand and squeezed it tight. "I love you, Emmai Morinozuka."