I only own Moriko.
This is the epilogue/final chapter. :( and :) I'm sad it's over, but happy as well because it will give me more time to obsess over my other stories.
This chapter is dedicated to…
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One Hundred Years Later…
Hiei stands looking out at an empty plain from the top of a hill. His eyes are softer, his stance more relaxed. He still carries the katana, but only to protect them. As he stares out across the fields before him, his hand is around Moriko's waist. Through her loose clothing he can feel the hilt of a dagger and he knows that she doesn't really need his protection.
She is still very small, with dark hair and eyes. One of the first things people comment on when they meet her is her beauty; she is absolutely radiant, especially when Hiei is there. The next thing people notice is often her wedding ring and its incongruous colors. Only two stones remain black. One is the hot, reddish gold that seems to contain fire. Hiei's stone.
Another is a deep shade of green, yet it appears delicate somehow. It appears to be never-ending and gives the impression that you could pull an entire forest from its depths. Moriko and her brother are closer now than ever before.
The fifth is a very pale blue, almost crystal. It glistens. Like Hiei's stone is always hot, this one is the opposite. It is always cold, frozen. Moriko and Yukina love and care for each other deeply, as sisters.
The last is almost opalescent. It changes colors frequently due to the angle of the light—and changes with Yusuke's mood. Moriko and Yusuke have grown close, mainly due to the fact that it was essentially he who brought her and Hiei back together and she is endlessly thankful for that.
So they stand together watching the sunset, the hills and the plain on fire. It is beautiful. The sun's rays reach out only to meet the flames already there.
Moriko and Hiei's youngest children were fooling around, setting fire to the grass, but their parents don't mind, if they even notice. Their fire only adds to the glory of the end of the day.
Moriko makes a clicking noise with her tongue. The flames die out, the grass grows back, there is no indication that anyone was ever there. Hiei and Moriko turned and then the entire family runs, disappearing together into the darkness that now engulfs the landscape.