Rin: I'm sorry that this chapter took so long! OMJ. I wrote it during class, but I spent A LOT of time on it. This is the final chapter for this story. I hope you all like it.

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Chrisnele ran through the dark halls of Astale's Castle. There were flowers of white along the banisters. She saw the guards patrolling the corridors. Chrisnele avoided them and crept in the darkness. She had to come to her parents' bedroom. Chrisnele heard her father's snoring.

"I'm going back to Takuto," she muttered valiantly. Chrisnele pushed on the ornate, wooden door and it went ajar. She saw the large canopy bed right in the center of the room. Her father's snoring became louder as she scurried to her mother's side of the bed. Her mother has an extreme case of sleep-talking. Chrisnele knelt beside her sleeping mother.

"Mom, it's Chrisnele," she whispered.

"Chrisnele?" her mother said back.

"Mom, where is the mirror hidden?" asked Chrisnele.

"Umm," replied her mother.

"Try to remember mom," Chrisnele pleaded.

"In the dresser," she murmured.

"Which drawer?"

"Bottom." Chrisnele got up from her knees and went to the dresser that sat behind her. She pulled open the bottom drawer. Her mirror wasn't sitting on top of the clothing, so Chrisnele started pulling out the clothes. She emptied the dresser to the bottom and her mirror was not inside. Chrisnele pouted and turned around and noticed her father's dresser. She put her mother's clothing away messily and shut the drawer quietly. Chrisnele got up and went over to her father's dresser.

"Damn it," Chrisnele heard. She froze and craned her head to the door. Pastoreia passed by, cursing.

"Where did she go?" he cursed. Chrisnele stayed still. Pastoreia peered into the bedroom and seemed not to notice Chrisnele sitting there. He left and his footsteps faded into the darkness. Chrisnele sighed and turned back to the dresser. She pulled open the bottom drawer and grabbed the clothes. Chrisnele tossed them aside and her mirror was sitting there in the bottom. Her chocolate eyes took in the beauty of the seven-pointed star mirror. Chrisnele flipped her pink hair in celebration.

"Whew," she smiled as she stood up. Suddenly a hand came down on her shoulder.

The ring sat in Takuto's drawer for the next day. He didn't dare look at is for the time being. Not until Chrisnele came back. He was more cheerful during the day too, knowing that when Chrisnele came back, he would propose. Perhaps, he told himself, is she ever comes back.

It was Pastoreia. Chrisnele quivered in fear. Pastoreia's face was bruised and distorted with the thirst for revenge. He grabbed her hair and ragged Chrisnele out of the room. She winced in pain, but gripped her mirror. She opened her mouth to speak, but Pastoreia put a hand over her mother.

"You aren't going anywhere anymore," he snarled. "You and I are going to rule over Astale for a long time." Chrisnele's words were muffled.

"Don't try to talk back," Pastoreia sneered, tugging at her long pink hair, "or I'll get a knife and cut all of your hair off." He raised a hand, but put it down slowly. Pastoreia reached and grabbed Chrisnele's mirror. Chrisnele held fast as Pastoreia struggled to get it from her. She took the oppourtunity and bit Pastoreia's hand. He screeched and kicked the back of Chrisnele's knee. She buckled, but regained her composure and ran off into the darkness of the corridors.

"After her," Pastoreia summoned. Chrisnele giggled at the pain in his voice. She ran for what seemed like forever, until she saw her father and Pastoreia.

"Chrisnele, you already married me," Pastoreia yelled.

"Yeah, well, I want a divorce," Chrisnele called to the heavens. They closed in on her. Chrisnele backed up a little. There happened to be a random balcony adjacent to where she was. Chrisnele stepped onto the balcony, into the moonlight. There was a railing and she clambered onto it, holding the mirror in front of her.

"Astale-Ei-Daemonia.Latreia.Chrisnele," her father screamed, "If you leave, our family will forever be disgraced from the kingdom of Astale. You will regret your choice if you choose to marry such a commoner, who is from the material world." Tears gathered in Chrisnele's eyes.

"How could I ever regret a choice made for love?" she asked. Her father and Pastoreia crept closer.

"What if he doesn't love you back?" Pastoreia said, raising an eyebrow.

"No," whispered Chrisnele, "Takuto loves me, I'm sure of it." They pounced on Chrisnele. She lost her footing in her strong defensive position and slipped. Chrisnele fell from the balcony's railing.

SMASH! Takuto had accidentally knocked over the empty tea cup sitting on table. Takuto didn't usually have bad luck, so he considered it an omen of sorts. He stood up and went into his bedroom. He decided to look at the ring he had bought Chrisnele. The small diamond shimmered in the idle of the ring. Takuto plunked down on his bed and sighed.

"I wonder if she ever will come back," he said to himself. Takuto shook his head.

"I have to believe in her," he smiled sadly, "believe she will come back." He closed the ring's case and placed it back in the drawer. Takuto shut the drawer and rolled over onto his bed.

"Chrisnele," he sighed.

Chrisnele was falling. She held her mirror in her hand. Waving her free hand, Chrisnele summoned a broom. It appeared in front of her and she grabbed it. Chrisnele flew off toward the moon. When she was a good distance away from the castle, Chrisnele began to chant.

"The door to the material world opens and the path of the mirror leads straight to the place I desire," She said. In a flash, she disappeared from the realm of Astale. Chrisnele opened her eyes. She was in a fantastical realm now.

"Where am I?" yelled she. A figure appeared in front of her.

"You are inside your mirror," it said, emotionless.

"Why am I stuck inside the mirror?" Chrisnele demanded.

"You have to leave your ring here," the figure spoke, though it looked like it had no mouth. Chrisnele reluctantly pulled the crown-shaped ring off of her thumb and handed it to the figure.

"You have to leave a piece of you soul here as well," said the figure.

"Why?"

"Because on of you descendants will return to Astale one day and will need to speak with the part of your soul to get the ring back," it explained.

"Fine," said Chrisnele, rolling her eyes. The figure reached out and touched the spot over her heart and Chrisnele felt a piece of her being surrendered to the void. The figure absorbed the piece of her soul and morphed into the spitting image of Chrisnele.

"Any last words?" the Chrisnele-like figure smiled. Chrisnele just stood there and gaped at the person that used to be a featureless figure.

"Any last words?" the once figure repeated. Chrisnele shook her head. She had been thinking of something to say, but decided against it.

"Okay," it said, "you may go to your love." There was another bright flash and Chrisnele was in Takuto's bedroom. She saw him sleeping in his bed. Chrisnele just stared at him. Kneeling beside Takuto's bed, she played with his hair. It was still as silky as the last time she felt it. He stirred and Chrisnele dropped his hair.

"Nnngh," he groaned, rolling over. Chrisnele saw her chance, since there probably enough room for her to crawl into bed with him. She treaded lightly, fearing him to be a light sleeper. Chrisnele laid beside him and fell asleep. It was yet another dreamless sleep. Chrisnele woke to the feeling of being poked. She rubbed her eyes groggily.

"Chrisnele?" the voice said warily.

"Mmhmm?" Chrisnele hummed. Then, there were two arms around her. Her eyelids shot open. There was a faint scent of cologne on the body that held her.

"Takuto?" she asked. Chrisnele felt lips touch her forehead and the arms released her.

"Yes," Takuto said and Chrisnele grinned and embraced him. Her heart was beating wildly. She was there last night, with him, but she was paralyzed with shock and tired out from her experience. Though being back with Takuto was enough. Her Takuto.

"I'll make breakfast," Takuto uttered in her ear. Chrisnele let go of him and he left her in his bedroom. Trailing behind him, she came out into the small living room of his apartment. Takuto stood in his kitchen making their breakfast.

"What are you making?" inquired Chrisnele, sitting at the table and watched him intently.

"Rice omelets," Takuto said, turning to face her and shot a smile, "your favourite thing." Now, Chrisnele pouted, slightly angry that he couldn't figure out that he was her favourite thing, well maybe not a 'thing' per say, but just in general.

"Rice omelets aren't my favourite thing," muttered she.

"Hmm?" he said.

"My favourite thing is," Chrisnele told him, "you." She had blushed a bit and heard his chuckle from the table at which she sat.

"Where were you while you were gone, may I ask?" Takuto asked. He didn't expect much of an answer, but he found it cold and lonely without her there at his side. It was odd, as well, how she just disappeared from his room in a flash and how she was right next to him when he awoke that morning.

"I was trying to escape from my parents and my arranged marriage," explained Chrisnele. She thought it was useless to hide anything from Takuto.

"I see," he said, noting the distinct surprise in his voice. He finished making their breakfast and brought it over to Chrisnele. Takuto set the plate in front of her and gave her a fork. Chrisnele said a cheerful 'Thanks' and began to devour the omelet. Takuto ate his slowly, savouring every bite. He had made these earlier in the week, but now he noticed how much better it tasted. One of his friends had told him that food always tasted better while eating the company of another. He dwelled on that no longer and began to worry about Chrisnele's parents finding her.

"You seem worried," Chrisnele pointed out, noticing the obvious change in his facial expression. Placing her hand on his (undoubtedly the on that didn't hold the fork), she looked straight into his eyes. Her brown one pierced the shield on his green ones.

"I hope not," explained Chrisnele, "perhaps they think I'm dead.

"Why?!" exclaimed Takuto.

"'Cause before I left, I had fallen off a balcony," she murmured, "and I can't tell you much more that that." Any surprise in Takuto's eyes dissolved and he nodded.

"I understand," said he. "If you don't want to discuss your past, then that's fine with me." Takuto finished off his omelet and cleared the dishes off the table. He put them in the sink and went to discuss with Chrisnele whether or not to go on a date that day, since it was a Sunday, but they decided against it. Just being together in Takuto's small cramped apartment was enough for them. Takuto had bought a television with a VCR built in a few days earlier, so they sat on the couch and watched movies. Munching on popcorn and drinking diet colas, they were content.

Was this the real meaning of being together? wondered Chrisnele. It probably was. When they watched the last movie (was a horror movie), Chrisnele flinched at almost every surprise. Takuto put an arm around her and comforted her. She snuggled into his warm body, breathing in his faint scent. At the end of the horror movie, everyone was saved and the two main characters kissed. Chrisnele craned her head to look up at Takuto and his lips were then upon hers. She sighed in her head at the relief of his tender kiss. Patoreia's passionate, forced kisses could never top Takuto's soft, loving ones.

"I love you," said the man on the television screen.

"As I love you," said the woman. Takuto suddenly stood up. Chrisnele started to get up, but Takuto shook his head.

"Wait here," he smiled slyly, "I have to go get something." He disappeared into his bedroom; leaving Chrisnele to her imagination. Could it be a ring? Chrisnele shook her head furiously to get any thoughts out of her head. Then, appearing from the bedroom was Takuto, who was holding a small turquoise case in his hand. He went to Chrisnele and got on one knee.

Back in Astale, everything was chaotic. Had Chrisnele really fallen to her death? No, there wasn't a body found and there were accounts of seeing her floating on a broom in the sky, then suddenly vanishing. There were announcements that Chrisnele had abandoned the throne and her family will forever be known as traitors. Her mother and father moved to the far corner of Astale, never showing their faces again. The Eucharistia family took the throne and Pastoreia sealed up his memories of Chrisnele in a tiny box and put it inside the home that was built for him and Chrisnele.

"Astale-Ei-Daemonia.Latreia.Chrisnele," Takuto recited, "Will you marry me?" Blushing ferociously, Chrisnele started crying joyfully.

"I will," Chrisnele said through her tears. Takuto opened the case and a small, yet quite beautiful, ring sat in the fake velvet holder. He took the ring out. Chrisnele lifted her left hand very shakily. Takuto slid the ring on her finger and stood up.

"Will you please stop crying now?" Takuto asked, smiling uneasily.

"I'm so happy," Chrisnele sobbed, burying her face into his shirt.

"I'm so happy," she continued to blubber through her sobs. Takuto hugged her tightly and rubbed her back.

"Well, now we have until forever," he said.

"Yes," Chrisnele sniffed, "forever."

Rin: I hope you liked it. This was the final chapter.
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