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Epilogue 10 years later

A seventeen year old boy walked in threw the gate together with the other visitors. He sat down by his assigned phone booth. His presence made many of the guards question why a boy his young age was there, visiting, especially a boy with such big blue kind eyes. A prison is no place for kind boys.

The teenage boy sat there and stared at the glass, waiting for someone to appear on the other side of it. He was nervous as he ran his hand threw his brown hair. It was the very first time for him coming here. He didn't even know why he had decided to do it, probably because a part of him was nagging with question that he couldn't bare to ask his parents, a part of him was curious and just had to come here.

Minutes went by and no one showed up. The young boy continued to stare at the glass. He could almost see himself in it. His mother always told him that he looked handsome. There were many girls at his high school that seemed to agree too, but he didn't really care that much about appearance. He liked his eyes though, his big blue kind eyes that he had inherited from his mother. His dad always told his mother that he loved her eyes, and that the teenager was lucky to have them. He liked that he looked like his mother. It was pretty well known that he was a real momma's boy, but who could really blame him after what he had gone threw?

Suddenly, the other side of the glass weren't empty anymore. There sat the man responsible for all of the boy's nightmares, the man that was guilty of the scars that were on the teenagers and his mother's bodies and souls. The boy felt disgust in his stomach as he looked into the eyes of his biggest fear, the most terrifying part of his life and childhood.

The man had lost some hair and looked more tired than what the teenage boy remembered him to be. His eyes were pure evil and bore threw his soul.

"Who are ya?" The man growled angrily in confusion. The boy flinched a little at the sound of his voice. It was exactly as he remembered it.

"Katsuya, I was once upon a time your son." The teenage boy answered as his voice trembled a little. He would not let himself be afraid of this man ever again. He was a warrior now, and he would face his fear and make it vanish. Once and for all.

The man's eyes widened for a second and he studied the boy.

"Yeah, I remember you. You have certainly grown a lot ya little brat. You have your mothers stupid eyes. So big and naive. Innocent, like a child. She was so vulnerable, so fun. I liked her eyes. It was the best part of it." Masaru said from behind the glass and suddenly, Katsuya wanted to rip his own eyes out and step on them. He knew what Masaru meant. When Katsuya had been little, he had only known a few things that Masaru used to do to his mother. He had known about the hitting, it was not until later that he understood that all of those times that he had been drown out of the house, it had been because Tohru hadn't wanted her son to se her get forced to have sex. It disgusted Katsuya, and now, when Masaru sat here and practically told him that he enjoyed seeing her…like that…Katsuya felt sick by just thinking about it.

"How's your mom? Is she dating that orange bastard?" Masaru then asked and surprised Katsuya. Did he actually care about how his mother was?

"Better than ever. Yeah, she is still together with Shishuo, they married a few years ago." The teenage boy said and tried to sound as nonchalant as possible. Katsuya saw how the prisoner seemed shocked.

"Married? huh. Do ya like him, the orange guy?" Masaru asked with what appeared to be sincere curiosity. He once again surprised Katsuya. Why did he care about how he felt about Shishuo?

"He is a better father than you ever were. He treats mom right too." Katsuya answered, trying to seem strong as the prisoner only became more gloomy.

"Father? I'm your father…Do they have kids?" The prisoner asked and he seemed alone to Katsuya, did Masaru ask all of these question because he felt lonely? Had anybody visited him at all?

"You are not my father. And yes, I have a one year old brother. His name is 'Kakeru'. It is quite funny actually, right before he was born my mom told my dad that she 'hoped the child had his hair' and he responded by telling her 'I hope that he has your eyes'. The baby turned out to be the exact opposite, he has Shishuo's eyes and mom's hair. They love him nonetheless of course and thinks he looks perfect, I love him too." Katsuya said as Masaru seemed to become irritated. Tohru and Kyo had long thought that Tohru was unable to have anymore children because of what Masaru had done to her, Katsuya didn't even want to think about what Masaru might have done. Either way, at the age of thirty, Tohru had become pregnant and it had surprised everyone. When Kakeru came, Katsuya had felt like it had completed his new family in a way. It was like the baby had been a missing piece in his life, a piece that he hadn't even know was missing.

"Kakeru? Isn't that the prosecutor that put me here? Just like that bitch to name me after the reason why I am in this hellhole." Masaru muttered.

"Do not call her a bitch! And the reason why you are in here is because you abused her and I, and killed my grandmother! Do not blame your mistakes on someone else!" Katsuya snapped in anger. Just as his mother, he almost never became angry. Masaru seemed to be the only thing on this earth that was able to frustrate the teenager. Masaru's face seemed to sink a little.

"It feels weird ya know, sitting here and listening to my son refer to another man as his father." Masaru said, quite sadly, and Katsuya didn't answer. The silence began to overcome them.

"Mom opened her own restaurant, it goes quite well for her." Katsuya said, just to break the silence.

"She never told me that she wanted her own restaurant."

"You never listened." Katsuya answered and Masaru stared down at his hands.

"I hate it here. I hate that orange haired bastard for stealing Tohru and you, I hate him for hitting me." Masaru mumbled. Katsuya didn't answer. He wanted to tell the man in the orange prison suite that Shishuo didn't steal them, he saved them, but Katsuya just kept his mouth shut.

"So why are you really here, Katsuya? I doubt that it is because you missed me." Masaru asked with a small smile, maybe it was a desperate attempt to a joke. Katsuya flinched a bit. It was the first time ever that Masaru had called him by name. It felt weird and strange, like when a stranger mistakes you for someone else.

"Does your parents know, that you came here?" Masaru added.

"No. I didn't want to worry mom. I think I might tell them when I get home, I didn't want them to stop me. I came for some sort of… closer." Katsuya said firmly. He then rose from his chair and hit his fist on the table.

" I forgive you for everything that you did to me. For all the punches, kicks and the blows. For the names and for putting me down and making me feel worthless. I forgive you." Masaru looked at him, surprised, and he even seemed a bit relived.

"But I won't forgive you for what you did to mom. All those horrible things, makes me want to puke. Mom is too nice to hate you, but she doesn't have to worry. I will hate for her behalf. I will hate you for eternity for what you did to her." Katsuya added and turned away and started walking. He had enough of this visit. It brought back too many memories at once.

"Katsuya! Will you ever visit me again? It is…lonely." Masaru called after him and Katsuya stiffened and stopped. Even after he had told Masaru that he hated him, he wanted him to come back and visit?

"We'll see…" Katsuya answered without turning around to face him and then he walked out of the prison. He had done it. It didn't feel completely fine, maybe because people weren't made to hate each other. But how could he not hate him, after what he had done to him? All those years of watching his mother cry and then hide behind a smile. All of those times when he was little and saw his mother desperately trying to hide her bruises underneath layers of make-up. No, he couldn't forgive him, but he could never forgive himself for hating him either.

As Katsuya came closer to the house that has for so long been his home, he saw his father having a class outside. It was weird that it was the class that he had grown up with. Everyone was so much older and mature. Katsuya was the best in his group, but it was no surprise. He after all, lived in a dojo and trained every day, not to mention that his father and grandfather taught martial arts for a living. Katsuya had at a very young age, made a promise to himself to never be weak enough to let anybody put him down, ever again.

Just as Katsuya reached the door, he saw how many of the students began to leave, or started to stretch. A couple of boys and a girl went up to Kyo and said something that made him laugh. Katsuya just watched them for awhile, he did that sometimes. Katsuya liked to watch people smile, he liked to observe them. It made him feel thankful for having them in his life, as well as he liked to guess why they were smiling. Katsuya never got tired of seeing Kyo smile, it meant that he was happy. For Katsuya, it was like a sign that Kyo didn't regret taking him in as his own son. Kyo's eyes suddenly landed on Kastuya and the orange haired man smiled at him as he waved the other students away and started to walk towards his son.

"Where have you been? You didn't tell me that you would miss class." Kyo asked, firmly and Katsuya bowed.

"I'm sorry Shishuo. I was…somewhere else." Katsuya answered.

"Well, duh. I noticed that you where somewhere else. The question is where?" Kyo said as he crossed his arms in-front of his chest and bore his eyes into Katsuya's. The years had been kind to Kyo, he didn't look as old as most people his age. It was probably because of the training. Katsuya had a hard time forming a sentence, since he sucked at lying. Kyo rolled his eyes and pointed at the house.

"Just go inside, Tohru is waiting for you. I'll come later, then we'll talk." Kyo said and stalked away. Katsuya gulped loudly. He loved his father, he really did, but he could sure be scary sometimes.

Katsuya followed his orders and went inside, he found his mother sitting on the living room floor, playing with his one year old little brother Kakeru. Kakeru had a big brown mop of hair on his head, and had fierce orange eyes. His eyes made it hard to consider him cute, even as a baby, this child was simply handsome. Katsuya by the other hand, was still cute with his big blue kind eyes.

Tohru, oblivious to her surroundings, didn't notice Katsuya when he stepped inside. Katsuya decided to sneak up behind her back, just to quietly whisper 'boo' in her ear and watch her fly up into the air with a squeal.

"Katsuya! You gave me an heart attack!" She scolded, but with a bright smile as she wrapped her arms around him. Katsuya held her in a tight embrace. Even though it had been several years ago since those dark days, Katsuya remembered them crystal clear and valued every moment where his mother was truly happy. Katsuya let her go after awhile. He hunched down to his baby brother.

"Hey Kakeru, how are you doing, buddy?" Katsuya asked the child as he ruffled his hair. The child smiled at him. He had Kyo's smile, that had a little awkwardness to it. Tohru loved it endlessly.

"Hey, mom?" Katsuya then asked nervously. Maybe it would be best to tell her about his prison visit.

"Yes honey?" She answered and looked back at him with a big bright smile that Katsuya couldn't risk to wipe away.

"You….I just wanted to say that you look very beautiful today." Katsuya said and Tohru blushed.

"Tohru always looks beautiful." A voice said from behind and Katsuya watched his father embrace his mother from behind and kiss her on the cheek. Kyo then proceeded to lift Kakeru up into the air and into his embrace.

"Tohru, can you see it on him? He is going to be a true fighter, a master of martial arts. Just like his brother." Kyo said with much excitement and looked at Katsuya. His father wouldn't often make direct compliments nowadays, but just these little subtle things to show Katsuya that he was proud of him. Katsuya remembered how he had been scared about the family having another child. He thought that Kyo would forget about him, and only care for his own blood. Katsuya even feared for awhile that Tohru would forget about him too, that she would love the child created from love more than him. He knew that wasn't the case now, Kyo loved him just as much, and the baby only made them more like a family. The baby had been like the missing piece to their family, the piece that they hadn't even known that they had missed. Katsuya loved Kakeru with all his heart, and was determined on becoming the best big brother the world has ever seen. He was determined on giving that child the best childhood ever.

"Oh! You are all so cute! To think that I have been blessed with three such wonderful boys! And to think that they all begin with the letter 'K' too! You are all so handsome too!" Tohru squealed and did a little jump, reminding Katsuya of a teenage girl. Kyo and Katsuya blushed fiercely, while Kakeru only giggled as he squeezed Kyo's nose and didn't let go.

"Hey! You think that would be legal in a martial arts torment? Huh?!" Kyo asked the child, sounding a little funny with his nose all blocked. Kakeru only laughed more and Kyo gave up and cracked a little chuckle. It was quite ironical that they had come to name their child Kakeru – after the prosecutor – for Kakeru and Komaki had actually named their first son 'Tohru', first they expected it to be a girl, but since it was a boys name it worked either way.

Later, Katsuya sat on the roof and gazed upon the starts, a habit he had inherited from Kyo. When Katsuya had been young he had often noticed how Kyo went up to the roof to think. When he had been around ten years old, Katsuya had started to question why. Was it some kind of magic up there that made it easier to think, or to make decisions? Katsuya had been curios and started to visiting the roof by himself sometimes too, trying to become an independent man, it had soon become an habit. Of course it wasn't real magic, but it almost felt as if it was. His mind always became clear up there. Maybe it was the fresh air or the openness, but it worked. It was like therapy.

After awhile, Kyo also came up and sat down by his son's side.

"Are you going to tell me where ya went today?" Kyo asked, the tune of his voice told Katsuya that he would not leave until he had answered the question. Katsuya sighed and looked down in shame, not wanting to see his fathers face when he told him.

"I-I, went to the prison. To visit Da—Masaru." Katsuya said and then squeezed his eyes shot, preparing himself for being yelled at. But it was only silent. The teenager opened one eye to see that Kyo was looking up at the stars.

"Did it help? Do you feel better?" Kyo asked in a calm voice and Katsuya stared at him.

"Yes and no. It felt like a weight had been lifted of my shoulders, but at the same time like a new one had been put there." He said and Kyo nodded.

"I know the feeling. You see—Argh, I can't believe I am telling you this. I have only told Tohru before. When I was young, just about the age as you were when I first met ya, my father abused me too, and my mother. Mostly her, she didn't handle it like Tohru though. Tohru was stronger. My mother, after awhile… killed herself. My dad threw me out and your grandpa took me in. Anyway, after a few years, around when I met Tohru, I looked up my real father again to confront him. To get some closer. I felt the exact same way that you do now." Kyo said and Katsuya was speechless. He hadn't know. All of these years and he hadn't know that he and his father shared the same past, the same scars. But in a way, maybe Kyo had it worse. Katsuya still had his mother, if she had vanished…he would have ceased to exist. Maybe that was what Kyo did.

"Don't ya dare pity me now. Don't think I only took you in because of that either, I took you in because I liked you and I was in love with your mother. It felt like the right thing and I wanted to. So don't go thinking something else, okay?" Kyo said and Katsuya nodded with a bright smile. Kyo made an annoyed face.

"You are so gullible. Just like your mother. You two have smiles brighter than the sun. I mean geez Bambi tune down the eyes a bit." Kyo said but Katsuya only kept smiling that goofy smile and Kyo rolled his eyes.

"You are lucky that you are my son and that I love ya, otherwise I would wipe that grin of your face." Kyo said and stalked inside, but Katsuya saw his smile. He had gotten used to his fathers weird ways of showing affection.

Inside, Kyo went to bed to already find a sleeping Tohru there. Kyo carefully removed a string of her hair from her beautiful face, and put it behind her ear.

"You make wonderful kids." He whispered into her ear and she giggled. She wasn't awake, but Kyo had simply learned over the years that she did often giggle in her sleep.

"And wonderful food." He added. Tohru cracked an eye open and startled him.

"I thought you were asleep." Kyo whispered as Tohru brought him closer by placing her arms around his neck. They were only inches apart from kissing.

"You make good kids too. You are especially good at the making part." She whispered seductively and giggled. Kyo rolled his eyes and went in for a kiss. It was a short but sweet kiss. When they broke apart, Tohru still held him close with her arms around his neck.

"No really, Kyo. You are a great father." She whispered and Kyo looked into her blue eyes and found himself drowning in them, as he always did. Kyo didn't understand the saying 'too get lost in their lovers eyes', for he could never get lost in Tohru's eyes. He knew them like the back of his hand. He loved them. He loved her.

"I love you." He whispered, uttering his thoughts. Tohru smiled and pecked him on the corner of his mouth.

"I love you too." She whispered back and turned around as Kyo draped his arm around her, holding her close in a spooning position.

"I know Katsuya was at the prison today." Tohru said after awhile.

"How?" Kyo asked, truly impressed. He had not even suspected it before Katsuya had told him.

"Mothers instinct. I knew that he was going there before he went, as soon as he left the house. He had been sweating and had combed his hair the same way that he did on his first day of high school, but just when he was about to leave, his hair was messy again, which meant that he had ran his hand threw it. He does that when he is nervous, and he never sweats unless he is training." Tohru said and Kyo buried his head in the crook of her neck.

"Then why didn't you confront him about it?" Kyo asked, which was a dumb question. Kyo knew Tohru, she isn't the kind of person to confront anyone.

"He will tell me when he think it is time, I will wait." Tohru said and then she drifted of to sleep, Kyo was still stroking her hair. She always told him how happy she was that she had found him, but the truth was that Kyo was the lucky one.

When the morning broke out, Katsuya was back on the roof. He was conflicted about if he should to tell his mother about the prison visit or not. He and his mother had gone threw a lot together. They had often cried together, or comforted one another. Both knew what the other one had been threw, but still, they had never talked about it. Not once. They had said sentence's like 'it's okay', or 'I'm sorry' to each other, but never talked it out. Katsuya wanted to talk to her about it, he wanted to empty his heart. Over these past few years, he had felt a strange sensation in his chest, like a rock weighing him down. The truth is that it was the real meaning behind the prison visit, Katsuya had hoped that he would get rid of the rock if he visited Masaru, and he had thought that it had worked, for awhile, until it had come back. Now he was sure – and a part of him most always have known – that it was only with his mother that he could remove the weight.

"I knew you would be up here, your father always goes here when he wants to think. He's like a cat, he loves lazying around on high places, especially sunny high places." Tohru said from behind him, and Katsuya turned around and smiled.

"Where is Kakeru?" He asked, since Tohru usually was the one handling the baby at this time of the day.

"Kyo feeds him. I wanted to spend some time with my first born." She said affectionally and sat down beside him. Tohru didn't know that the first part of what she had said was indeed a lie. Kyo finished feeding the sleepy boy a minute ago, and was now standing next to the open window just below their spot on the roof, as he tried to listen to their exchange of words. Kyo knows that it isn't good to eavesdrop. It is a bad habit of his, he is curios…like a cat. Besides, he sees it as his obligation as a good father and husband to know what is going on with his troubled teenage son and wife. Kakeru was perfectly still and quiet in his arms, as if he knew that a single sound would disturb the ones on the roof.

Katsuya and Tohru were quiet for awhile, and Katsuya didn't know what to say. This was the perfect moment to bring it up…he just didn't know how to start.

"I guess we have never really talked about it. I'm sorry about that." Tohru began, like she had read his mind. Maybe she had felt the same rock.

"Yeah….Mom, I know that it was a long time ago now, but I remember it. So clearly. It haunts my dreams sometimes, and I think it really are my strongest memories. Sometimes everything else just seems blurry and I—" Katsuya started after he had worked up his bravery, he stopped when Tohru touched his arm, on the outside of his shirt. Right where his cigarette scar was. She had tears in her eyes.

"Yes, and I am so sorry, I was a terrible mother. I can't understand how hard it must be for you, being beaten and having your father do this to you, never being safe in your own house, I am so sorry for letting him do that to you and I–"

"NO!" Katsuya snapped and she shrugged away in surprise. Katsuya never snapped at her. But he had enough, his mother just didn't understand.

"You don't understand, mom." He added with a lower voice, he sounded defeated and tired. Tohru just tilted her head and looked at him with confused and hurt eyes. Katsuya sighed, he started speaking, even though he had a lump in his throat.

"I never once cared about what he did to me. I still don't. I don't care shit about that stupid cigarette mark, or any other marks. I only ever cared about you, seeing him hit you, hurting you, calling you names, making you cry, making you scream, that hurt me. What hurt me the most was that I could do nothing about it." Katsuya's voice was filled with desperation, but the last part he said with frustration. He was sickened by his own inability. Tohru tried to open her mouth, as if she would say something, but Katsuya held up his hand to show her that he was not done yet.

"Did Shishuo ever tell you that I only wanted to start Martial arts so that I would be able to protect you? I could do nothing to save you, I was so small. All I wanted to do was to shield you away from all the danger. I remember those times when you were so sad that you seemed gone. You didn't respond when I called your name. I-I couldn't save you. Shishuo did though, and I was so happy when he did. But I was also a bit jealous, I wanted to be the one to protect you." Katsuya was crying now, he had told himself that he didn't want to show her his tears. Wasn't the point that he was supposed to be stronger now? He once again held up a hand when Tohru tried to open her mouth. Tears was once again forming in her eyes.

"When you… told me that you were pregnant, last year. I was scared. You were going to have another child. This time with Shishuo. First I was only afraid of that Shishuo would forget that I was his son, now that he would get a real one, I thought he was going to forget about me and only care for his blood. He would forget about that pitiful boy without a father. I was so afraid that I would lose the role model in my life, but then I was even more scared that I would lose you." Katsuya said and looked at his mother. Katsuya had a lump in his throat that was very audible since his words sometimes were suffocated. It was just so hard, telling her all of this. Tohru still looked confused. "I feared that, since the baby would have Shishuo as his father, you would love him more too, since you love Kyo. The baby would be created from love, I was scared at the same time that I felt relived for you. I was happy that you and Shishuo would have a real son. " Katsuya finished and looked down at his hands. He wanted her to say something. Her hand grabbed his chin, and she turned his head so that he looked at her, and then she let her hands drop to his shoulders.

"Honey, my little baby. Don't you know that I love you, don't you know that you are so precious to me?" She asked him and her eyes glittered with tears. Katsuya felt his heart warm up by her words. It was something special about his mother telling him that he was loved, it didn't matter how often she said it, he felt so happy inside every time.

"I would never love you less, and I could never forget you. Kyo loves you too, so much. You know that right? Even though you may not have been created from love, I love you more than words could ever say. Kyo doesn't see you as just some boy either, in his eyes you are his son, just as much as Kakeru is. I would never change you, or regret having you for all the gold in the world." She said and Katsuya felt how new tears started to fall down from his eyes as he watched his mother struggle with her speech. She hiccuped, and her voice was deeper this time as she spoke, due to the lump in her throat that suffocated the sound of her voice.

"And about that other matter… you did save me. Can't you see that? Yes, Kyo may have been the one that took us away from that…situation, the one that physically rescued me, but you, Katsuya, you were the one who kept me alive. Every time that I had a new bruise, every time I looked myself in the mirror, every time that he called me a name, I wanted to give up. But then you would come– you, my perfect little angel– you would come and make me laugh, you made me smile, every time I saw you so happy and content, I was filled with love and hope. You kept reminding me of why I was still here. You saved me by just being there, telling me how much you loved me, caring for me. You, Kaysuya, are and have always been my little hero, my brave soldier. It never mattered how good at martial arts you were, for you were and are still the strongest person I know." Tohru said and Katsuya buried his head in the crock of her neck as he burst out in tears. This was all that he needed, he needed to hear that he had done good, that he had been at least some help and not just some drag. He felt so relieved, so happy, so overwhelmed with feelings. The rock in his chest was lightening. Tohru took her arms around him in an embrace and they sat so for awhile. Finally, it was the mother that comforted her child and not the other way around as it had been for so many years. Finally it was the way that it was supposed to be.

Katsuya often only cried in-front of Kyo as a child, not wanting to show himself weak in front of his mother. But now, in his mothers arms, he had found great comfort, it was the final healing. She had been right too, both his parents loved him just as much as Kakeru.

"I love you mom. I will always protect you." Katsuya whispered as he felt Tohru's tears against his shirt.

"I know. You are and will aways be my little hero, Katsuya, and I love you more then you can ever understand." Tohru said.

Kyo who had been listening all of the time, almost felt started to cry too. He started to think about how much that little boy up there had grown since he met him. The memories flooded threw Kyo's brain and he remembered when Katsuya had been only six years old and asked if he could sleep in Kyo's bed. Kyo remembered how much that little kid had wanted to be able to protect his mother. What Katsuya didn't realize was that he had all along protected her.

Kyo came up on the roof together with Kakeru. No words where said, for it was not needed. Together, the family of four watched the sunrise, welcoming another beautiful day.

Tohru looked at her oldest son and felt so much pride and love for him. She then looked at her little baby Kakeru and couldn't resist but to take him from Kyo and hold him in her own arms. She loved how much he looked like Kyo, just as much as Kyo loved how Katsuya looked like her. Tohru looked lastly at Kyo, her loving husband. The one who had saved her and restored her life and happiness. The saying 'after the rain comes a rainbow' was so true, she had endured so much, only to now feel so much love that she thought that she was going to burst.

Kyo took her hand and gave her a quick kiss on the mouth, and then bowed down and kissed Kakeru's forehead. Katsuya sat awkwardly beside him, and as Kyo chuckled he brought an arm around his oldest son.

"Eh, come here– son." Kyo said with affection as he chuckled and brought Katsuya closer and the teenagers face lit up a bit. Katsuya loved it when Kyo called him 'son'. It was in moments like these that that Kyo really felt as if he was his real father. It was in moments like these that they really felt like a family, and they were. Even though they were not all blood related, and even though they may not always have been a family, they definitely were one now.

Kakeru grabbed a bit of Tohru's hair and held it in-front of his mouth like a mustache and giggled. Katsuya started to laugh and so did Tohru. Kyo chuckled a bit as the baby loved the attention and smiled brightly. Katsuya then closed his eyes as he smiled to himself. He was now living the life that he had dreamt of as a child. The family, the love, the talks, the laughters. Everything was his now and he would never let it go. He wished that this moment would last forever.

Tohru shared her eldest son's wish as she sat there with her three boys, the three most important people in her life, her three soldiers and protectors. She felt contended as she too wished that this moment would last forever.

As if Kyo had read their minds, he whispered two small words.

"It will."

The End

Okay that was it. Once again, thank you guys. I never could have finished this story without your constant support and encouragement! Thank you to every follower, to everyone who faved or reviewed, or read this story! I wish that I could personally thank every single one of you! I wish that I knew every single one of you!

When I started on this story, I choose the topic of abuse since I have always found it to be a serious problem that many people sometimes overlook and belittle. I have friends and family that have gone threw awful stuff, and I just wanted to write a story that brought up the topic, but I still wanted to give it a happy ending. Scars does not disappear, that is why it is always important to treat people with kindness. We never know what someone might be going threw, and by just giving everyone a smile, you might make their day a bit easier. I was afraid when I wrote this story that I would write it wrong, that I might insult someone. But I am really proud now, and I can't tell you how much it meant for me that there was actually people out there who read and appreciated my writing.

(Disclaimer because I think that I have forgotten that during the whole story: I obviously do not own fruits basket)

Thank you, and goodbye, I hoped you all were satisfied with the ending. I want to thank my arms and God for always being by my side. It would mean much to me if you left a review of what you thought about the ending!

You are all wonderful people (or aliens)!

-Kateeld