Dearest readers,

First off, I'm sorry for being gone for so long. . School started up again and, good God, I swear that some sort of homework flood gates have opened, I haven't had a spare moment to write. Anyways, here's the last chapter! Should I make a sequel? Let's have a vote!

Thoughts and comments would be amazing, and I'm sorry it's so short.

Thank you to all of my latest reviewers; silverspetz, Everilde Vernamis, and marium.

- KaeJoe


Over the next few months, Chihiro followed Haku's advice and sold her house to a nice couple that would take good care of it, and donated all but her most prized possessions to a local charity; with the money from her house, and the steady income from her job, she managed to stay at a hotel for three months while Haku finished whatever preparations that needed to be finished. The time apart was difficult, and she had problems trusting that he would come back; after all, he did leave her hanging for ten years. However, like he promised, three months later there was a knock on her hotel door, and they were off to the spirit realm.

Thirteen Months Later

The hard wood of the door frame pressed into her shoulder as Chihiro leaned against it, and stared in at the nursery where two precious baby's slept away the daytime hours, their little eyes closed while their chests rose and fell with the deepest breaths their little chests could handle. Her right hand fiddled lightly with the silver band on her left hand, and she smiled softly at the children, her children, that slept so peacefully. The new bornes, Akio and River, were the two most beautiful things she had ever laid her eyes on and as they slept she couldn't help but sigh peacefully before closing the door quietly, and turning down the hallway, walking towards the bedroom that was on the other side of the house with a slim white baby monitor in hand.

Slipping into the master bedroom, Chihiro felt herself smiling at the sight of her Haku asleep on their queen sized bed, his lean, pale body tangled in the emerald green sheets with one arm thrown over his eyes to block out the minimal light that seeped in through the dark curtains. She felt good that he was finally sleeping, since the children had been keeping them both awake most of the night for the past week, and though she was exhausted, she knew he needed more sleep, being the new owner of the bath house and all.

Slipping out of her silk robe, Chihiro draped it over a chair and crossed the room to the bed, where she stretched out languidly next to him, and slipped an arm over his chest, her hand laying over his heart where she could feel the deep rise and fall, and the steady drum beat of his heart. With a deep yawn, she closed her eyes, picturing their wedding ceremony that had been full of pale greens, whites, candles everywhere and white roses that filled the grand ballroom of the bath house; her dress had been white, simple silk with embroidered lace, her veil an elegant mesh. Everything had been beautiful that day, the sunlight streaming through the stain glassed windows while Zeniba had wed them.

It had been the first day that the bath house had been closed in over six hundred years.

For their honeymoon, Haku had taken them to a small island that wasn't known by more than a handful of people, and treated her to two weeks of pure paradise; fresh island fruit, the smell of the ocean, and coconut oil, the hot island sun tanning their skin to golden perfection. And it had been on the beach of said island that they had consecrated their love in the most beautiful way possible, which had then led to their beautiful twins. The girl, a little green eyes beauty, was named Akio after Chihiro's mother, and the charming boy was dubbed River after Haku's real name; Chihiro and Haku were thrilled to have been blessed by the most wonderful thing in the world, though that glow had dimmed some after they learned that full days of sleep were going to be a rare thing for several years, though they still loved their children with every fiber of their being.

Chihiro sighed and smiled softly, her lips curled as she snuggled closer to her dragon king, feeling him subconsciously wrap an arm around her and pull her close to his side. Opening her eyes one last time, the last thing she saw before finally falling into a blissful sleep, was the peaceful, beautiful face of her husband.

Her Kohaku.