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A/N: I swear, this is the last chapter. Hope you enjoy the ending :)! Oh...don't expect cliches from me, nyahaha~!

The gloomy rain began to glower at her even more as puddles splashed beneath her feet. The rainy air, the dark, grey clouds, the scatter puddles were all part of how she had truly felt. Alone. It was because of Yoh Asakura that made her feel welcomed in the first place. To be a part of a world she had never thought existed...

Before, she had always glared and looked down upon those who smiled in pure bliss and innocence ignoring the sadness of the world. How could they be so happy when she was in pieces? How could Yoh still smile when everyone hated him?

As she got out of the taxi, she handed a decent amount of yen for the trip and shut the car door behind her as it zoomed off. Never had she thought she would have to come back here for a reason as to search for someone.

'He should be thankful.' she thought. 'After all of this shit he has put through me through..' Anna scowled. 'The rain feels weaker...I hate...being weak.' she mused to herself staring at her own reflection in one of the larger puddles of water. 'Being weak is unspeakable...but that's what I am. I thought Yoh was weak. I thought Tamao was weak.

'No...even that little girl is stronger than me. Everyone believes she's too shy and timid.' the itako shook her head as her lips began to tremble from the freezing cold temperatures. 'Everyone believes she cannot defend for herself. Tamao Tamamura...is very strong. Only fools would think she was a weak person...she seems like the perfect person who would depend on anyone who would listen....

'But have I ever seen her depend on anyone?' Anna stopped to find herself in the main entrance of the Asakura shrine. 'I have hurt her a lot...she's worked so hard to try to be Yoh's fiancee. No..she's not weak. Weak is the last word I could describe her...the very first word I can describe myself.

'I always pretend to watch Yoh and believe in a carefree, cool manner that he can manage. He can't. He's only human. I'm only human. What kind of human has ever lived without doubt? I haven't done much...yet I pretend to have...maybe that's why Yoh ran away...from me.' she thought with a tired expression. 'I must apologize.'

Anna descended at once upon the stairs of the Asakura shrine and strolled down the corridors of the open hallways. Although her head was now guarded from the rain's assault by the roof's protection, she refused to remove her hood. It felt a little bit warmer with it on.

As the itako made it towards the back, a pair of traditional Japanese sliding doors opened up revealing the young, handsome Shaman. Several seconds ago, his eyes were lit with warm content, but at the sight of seeing his fiancee, the warm light vanished replaced by a hollow, empty shell of dark, hazelnut eyes that bore into her own for a few, long, tense seconds.

She waited for him to say something as silence settled intensely between them. Yoh turned away to ignore her and walked out into the rain towards the tourist section of the shrine where Kino had a small, souvenir shop that was rarely every used.

Something stung Anna's eyes. Whether it was the cooling smell of the rain, the musty, old wood of the Asakura shrine, or the cold, unspoken reply she had received had blown a bubble of nothingness that filled every cheerful moment she had ever felt in her life. Not that there were many anyway, but it had taken those precious moments she thought that she had him.

"Yoh." she called out quietly as she stepped out into the rain. The Shaman didn't turn around, walking on like he had never heard her. "I'm sorry." He finally stopped but still refused to turn around. Yoh had became a much more unpredictable character for the past year since Hao's death.

"Is that all?"

A wave of shock ran throughout her chest...especially where her heart was. That was something she had never expected. 'It's like...getting a taste of my own medicine,' she though bitterly. "...Yes." That was all she had to say...right?

Instead of walking towards the small souvenir store, Yoh's direction shifted towards the living quarters of the Asakura shrine and sat down upon the steps of the ancient, Japanese shrine. The itako still stood in the rain and stared at him with curiously.

'So he isn't going to walk away...'

Anna walked over slowly to where he sat, stealing a glance every few seconds carefully to see if he made any motion of avoiding her some more. He had not broke her heart. He had shattered it.

But...it would be completely stupid for her to let it lie there, in shattered pieces. Sometimes a potter's shattered masterpiece of art would have to be remade. It happens every once in a while. The heart of the owner would shatter and be remade again.

'It might not be perfect the second time.' she thought as she sat next to her possible, future husband and sat about a foot away from him. It was still very close to him yet it felt so far. Fortunately, Yoh made no signs, whatsoever, of getting up or moving away any time soon. The two, young Shamans watched the rain peacefully where the tension of silence, at last died away.

'It might not be perfect the second time, it might be even harder to create again...but then sometimes the second time 'round might be even be better than first.' she thought as they gazed at the hymn of the calm, dancing rain.

Owari.