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Note: Okay, this was my first fan fiction… I wrote it when I was thirteen or fourteen. I found the story in an old notebook at my parent's house. It being my first, it's very precious to me. So please read and review, critical comments are welcome as long as they are constructive and will help me fix anything that sucks :/. Thanks!

Chapter 6: Closure

'Where am I?' she squinted, trying to readjust her eyes to the blinding light. She forced herself up into a sitting position and froze for a moment; she was in a hospital. She checked her arms, but no IVs. She exhaled. If they found out that she was technically eighty-one years old but was on the inside-and-out a twenty-five year old, they'd probably use her as a lab rat. She cringed at the thought of them practically dissecting her. Leaning back against the headboard, she noticed a letter…

It had "My love" written on it, Kunimitsu read it aloud;

"I would've stayed, but if I did, you might've convinced me to run away with you."

"Damn straight." She nodded in agreement.

"I told the hospital you just needed some rest so they didn't run any blood tests or checkups on you. You should be released soon, and when you do, good luck with your new life. Your 'mother' is downstairs, she'll make you an ID and all the papers you'll need. And yes, you can be whatever you want to be. I know how you love your mechanical work."

"You know me well… I'll give you that." She shifted a little on the bed.

"Don't worry about Mishima Corp., they won't be bothering you anymore. I pulled some strings (with the help doctor Boskonovitch, of course) so now they think I killed you. You remember when the doctor toyed with the idea of clones?"

She laughed, shaking her head slightly "God, Yoshiyuki, please tell me you didn't…"

"He kept some of your blood and hair samples, and well… Let's just say that Mr. Mishima was rather surprised when he found the box on his desk. I won't elaborate any further."

Kunimitsu had to cover her laughs, afraid if any doctors heard her they might send her straight to the loony house. "I guess you did."

"By the way, what would've been the point of you killing yourself again? You do realize that our bodies always regenerate themselves. Just as long as we aren't decapitated or anything. -Okay, I won't lie, I had never come that close to dying before and I was a little unsure of doctor B's theorem."

She blushed a little, realizing she had been a little over dramatic. Then the door cracked open.

An older man with thinning hair and wearing lab jacket said "Miss…" he glanced at a note in his hand "Kitsune Yuki, your mother is here to take you home now."

She nodded slightly, "Thank you." After he closed the door behind him, she quickly looked back down at the letter. "Seriously, Yoshimitsu, did that doctor just call me Miss Yuki?" she realized it was kind of stupid to ask a letter a question, she shook her head and continued to read;

"But that's beside the point… The whole reason I wrote this pathetically long letter was to remind you;

…That I love you, Kitsune…And I always will. You'll never be far from my thoughts."

Yep. It's a real short chapter… I didn't want to cram this in with the previous chapter because that one was getting wayyy too long. Anyway, if you liked my story please review and I'll 3 you forever!

I drew two pictures of Kunimitsu for this story (sorta), anyway, click here and here to see them.