Disclaimer - I still don't own HYD or any of its characters. God stop hounding me, you're worse than the IRS.


A/N – This is the final chapter. Thank you for reading this far. I hope you've enjoyed this journey as much as I've enjoyed writing it.


"What the…?" They said in unison at the sight.

"What are you?" The red eyed young man started to get angrier with each passing second. When he was answered with silence he continued to get annoyed. "Are you deaf?" He walked closer to his bewildered counterpart and balled his fist.

Doumyouji barely dodged the attack and slow inched backward as the other young man continued his assault. "Calm down, kid." Was all he could muster and as the words escaped his lips, he realized that that would have made him mad as a teenager. He was unable to dodge the next punch causing warm and wet feeling started to pour over the corner of his lip, he soon realized he was bleeding. 'You little punk.' He thought as he blocked and dodged a few more swings until he finally connected with a blow to the left eye causing his irate clone to falter and stumble off balance.

"You're going to die old man; nobody hits the real Doumyouji Tsukasa and lives." The young man threw his whole body weight at the older version and was arm dragged to the floor by the latter. On the floor he scrambled to his feet only to be pushed back to the floor.

"You can't win against me." He stood towering over the lump on the floor. "I know the counters to your best moves. I have years of experience using those same fists to prey on the defenseless and the weak, because everyone is weaker than me." He listened to the words that were coming out of his mouth and couldn't believe how childish and stupid they sounded. This was his battle. He had been a brat and a violent idiot, and in some ways he still was.

He reached out and offered a hand to his twin, who sat almost pouting on the floor. The young man batted away the hand and shot up to his feet, a very pompous look on his face. "I don't need your help." He scoffed as he turned his head away from the man before him.

'I never knew I looked so stupid.' Doumyouji inwardly groaned. He looked at the 'kid' before him and almost laughed in disgust. He couldn't believe how childish he had been. How aggressive and ill-tempered he could be for the most ridiculous reasons. This had to be the demon he had to face. What else could it be? He looked at himself in wonder. The only thing that had defused this ticking time bomb was Tsukushi, and she wasn't an option, so how was he going to defeat the raging dragon?

"Ugh, I don't even care anymore." The sudden outburst from his body double woke him from his battle plan. The younger model walked away and took a seat on a chair in the corner by a fireplace that hadn't been there before. Come to think of it, Doumyouji thought, neither had the chair. He looked around and none of the furniture in the room had been there moments ago.

"What's going on here?" He said out loud to no one in particular.

"Stop talking, you're ruining the silence."

Doumyouji almost jumped out of his skin. "Who the hell are you to tell me to shut up?" He yelled without noticing. "No one was talking to you."

Calmly the young man by the fire raised his feet and set them on an ataman. "I'm Doumyouji Tsukasa and as long as you speak in my presence you are wasting my silence. If you can't shut up, leave."

It took all of his control to not walk over to the fireplace and throw the pretentious bastard in. Into the flames. The thought got the gears in his brain moving. He was in heaven, so the fireplace represented hell. He paused in thought nodding his head.

The young man stared in wonder.

The 'kid' was sitting by the fire because he's on his way to hell if he keeps on the same path, but I had already been on the path to heaven, probably because of Tsukushi. The little angel guy had said that if I could defeat the demon, then I could go back to my wife. He played around with the different facts in his head, but why do you need to defeat a demon that doesn't exist anymore. He wasn't like that anymore. He was a well adjusted, rational, law abiding member of society now. I…I…I…what was I saying?

The sound of whistling broke his train of thought. "SHUT THE HELL UP!" He yelled toward the young man who sat twiddling his thumbs and whistling an upbeat and happy tune. He stopped and rolled his red eyes as he walked over to the piano and started playing the same tune.

Doumyouji was just about to yell again when he recognized the song. It was the song that Tsukushi used to hum when she did chores around her house or when she was bored and he was busy. It had never bothered him when she did it, but coming from his younger self, he didn't even think twice about getting mad.

That's how I used to be, punch first ask questions later. All this time I've been standing here pointing a finger at him, when I really haven't changed all that much. Maybe I am still very impulsive? Maybe I am too quick to judgment? Maybe I haven't grown up as much as I thought I have? Maybe I'm the demon I'm supposed to defeat?

The master pianist stopped playing and looked up at his counterpart. "Maybe…" he paused, "it's not maybe." With that he disappeared and reappeared next to his older twin. THWACK! All he could feel was the pain on the side of the head where the young man had hit him. He started to shake his head to try and make some of the pain go away when he felt little hands pulling at his arm.

"Come on." A little voice came from beside him. "What are you doing? Move already."

Doumyouji turned his head slightly and the huge pain on the side of his head subsided a little as he peered into deep brown pools of chocolate.

"Daddy pleeeeeaaaaasssssseee!" She whined while pulling him harder. "I'm soooooo hungry."

He reached a hand out to pet the curly black hair that played just off her shoulders. "Tamari?" He could barely believe his eyes; it had felt like an eternity since he saw her cute little face and playful little smile.

"Daddy…" she paused looking deep into his eyes. " I… need… food!" She said jumping on every word.

"Okay, okay." He threw his legs out of the car. He looked over to the driver's seat and there sat Takageru reading a set of papers. "Goodnight." He said almost expecting not to get an answer from the driver, but he put his papers down and responded with a huge smile on his face.

Doumyouji reached under the child's arms and pulled her into an embrace. "I missed you too Daddy." She hugged his neck tightly. She pulled herself away keeping his head at arms length. "Now can we go eat?"

They had almost made it to the door when it flung open and a little boy with a red baseball cap came running out the door and past his father. "Mommy said to tie Barker up in the backyard." He dashed to the back of the two-story home with a golden retriever in hot pursuit.

"Riku?" He almost didn't recognize the four foot blur and the blonde streak rushing past him.

"Can we have pizza?" The youngster in his arms noticed that her father was still looking in the direction that the other child had run and she pulled his face to meet hers. "Can I have ice cream?"

"Huh?" He asked still a bit dazed.

"Can I have ice cream?" She repeated with more emphasis.

"Only if you finish all of your food."

Doumyouji looked up to face the voice that was coming from the front door. There stood the object of his affections. The reason he fought off heaven to remain on earth. Here was his eternal peace. "Tsukushi?" He put his daughter down and watched as a smile played across his wife's lips. As he climbed the steps to meet her she eyed him suspiciously. "Oh, God I've missed you." He said as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her tightly.

"Tsukasa the baby." She said pounding on his shoulder making him loosen his grip but not let go.

"I love you." He said putting her down and holding her shoulders at arms length.

"I know." She said putting her hands on his cheeks. "I love you too."

He hugged her again and kissed her deeply until he heard coughing beside him. He released his hold on his angel only to see the miniature one on the ground holding her stomach.

"I've died from hunger." She started moaning. "But don't worry about me I lived a good life."

Her little act won her a tickle from her father, who picked her up by her waist and toss her onto his shoulder. "A Doumyouji never leaves anyone behind, right honey?"

"Well…" She said turning towards the house, "In her case we can make an exception."

The four foot flash ran past his parents and up the stairs to the second floor. "Riku, take off your shoes." Tsukushi yelled up to the busy little boy.

"Let him have as much fun as he can while he's young." The memory of seeing his son slaving away behind the computer came back to haunt him. His wife just shrugged at the comment and pulled Tamari off of his shoulder and told her to get ready for dinner. Doumyouji placed his keys on the table and noticed a set of framed pictures lining the walls.

"What are these?" He stared at the photos not remembering any of them.

"These are the pictures from our last trip back to New York. Remember you had that business luncheon and I told you I took the kids to Central Park." She pointed to a picture that had a little girl with big happy brown eyes and chestnut brown pigtails that reached her shoulders holding hands with Tamari. "Grace?" He whispered in realization. He looked up to notice a picture of Tsukushi sitting on a park bench with a young lady that looked a lot like his wife, but her brown hair was in a ponytail and her eyes weren't as brown. "Mercy."

"I don't remember telling you that." He looked at his wife, who as looking at him, and searched the pictures for other familiar faces. He found a picture with a young man kneeling down with his arm around Riku's shoulder, while Riku had his arm around another little boy's shoulder. The youngster had spiky blonde hair and deep blue eyes. The young man had a dirty red hat backwards on his greasy blonde hair. "Michael and Moe." He pointed to the photo with his mouth open in shock and slowly backed away from the menagerie of frames.

"You mean Moses?" Tsukushi said rolling her eyes. "Tsukasa what's your problem today?"

He looked at the pictures, then at his wife, back to the pictures, only to hang his head and sigh, "I've had a long day."

"Do you want to stay in?"

"You know…" He started softly. "Oddly I don't want to go anywhere anymore."

Tsukushi smiled and laughed lightly. "You know neither do I. How does pizza sound?"

"As long as I'm sharing it with you, it sounds just fine."

"Ugh." She made a face at him. "You're so cheesy."

"Is that so?" He began to close the gap between them. "You don't even know what I went through to come home to you."

"You're right." She said wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'm sure the whole trip was an ordeal."

"You know I'm a better man because of you?" He rested his head on her shoulder. "If it wasn't for you I think I might have turned into some kind of demon."

She pressed her cheek to his and he met her eye to eye. "You know I'm nothing without you." She smiled softly and his heart melted the same way it always did when she looked at him so genuinely. "You keep me sane, even if you do drive me crazy."

"Mommy we're hungry." They heard loud voices yell from the second floor.

"Better order those pizzas, the natives are restless." Tsukushi laughed looking deep into her husband's eyes.

"Yeah, yeah." Tsukasa said pulling open his cell phone. "I don't plan to die again today."

"Not when you fought so hard to be on time for dinner." She paused and thought about what he said. "Eh…die again?"

A/N: Well that's it…please tell me how you feel. Was it what you expected? Did you think it was cheesy? I kinda think it's cheesy, but my husband and I are cheesy people, so it's all I know. Anyway, please review… if you have something that you think would make this better please let me know. I'm try to get better.