It ends here dear readers… well not really! There is going to be a sequel soon! By the time you read the end of this epilogue you probably know what it's going to be about! This chapter is going to start with Knuckles and Rouge and end briefly with a sad Amy part… (Sniff sniff!).
Anyway, what's up with food and me? You'll see what I mean…
Epilogue: Silver Morning, Golden Sunset
Rouge sat up from the stiff, cold stone pavement. She stifled a small yawn, covering her mouth politely as she looked down beside her at a resting echidna.
Sun was rising in the east, casting a gentle glow upon the shimmering Master Emerald. Clouds were distant, almost to touch invisible stars, trees swayed gently in the breeze and a warm outdoor smell drifted upon the currents of the wind. Leaves turned red, gold, and brown were stored in neat piles upon the soft grass, yet to be scattered apart because of the gentle wind.
It was a silver morning. Yellow and silver lights danced around in the dawn of morning, the sun not to bright, still peeking from behind the coniferous trees.
A heart-warming scene was laid beside her as the morning illuminations made the red echidna more attractive as he gently slept beside her, an arm wrapped snug around her torso. Rouge half-smiled as she removed a stray dreadlock from tickling his twitching nose.
A familiar trademark smirk formed upon her lips as Rouge removed Knuckles' arm to get up and head to the waterfall that Knuckles had shown her long before, careful not to wake up her boyfriend from peaceful dreams.
As she neared the soft plowing stream she undressed herself smoothly and tossed her revealing lingerie out on the velvet-like grass. She removed her undergarment, hiding them under the messy nocturne outfit.
Rouge slipped in a toe into the stream to test its temperature. Once satisfied with the warm water, she slithered her body gently into the pool. She sighed and relaxed her tense muscles and let herself, from toes to the tip of her muzzle, absorbing the relaxing, clear water. Silky, colorful assortments of pebbles brushed up against groomed white and tan fur, massaging tenderly. The soft waterfall, which held a daytime rainbow, cascaded gently in front of her sending mists of clean water to glisten her fur.
Rouge closed her eyes and leaned against the edge of the pool, separating her conscious awareness to the world and settling into daydream.
Rouge was now fully healed and all she could ever dream and/or daydream about is that certain knucklehead. She had been living with him now, taking her precious luggage and jewels with her. Knuckles insisted her to bring a sleeping bag, but Rouge declined shaking her head and replied that she would want to live like her Knuckie. She constantly daydreams of kissing him and so on so forth, hoping one day their relationship could go further.
Knuckles and Rouge would train; polish the emerald, play games like hide-in-seek during the daytime, and Rouge's favorite: flirting. Their daily training has gotten the couple quite a nice and well built shape, but that doesn't mean they don't act like stubborn kids around each other.
Rouge loved her new outdoor life away from the city's dazzling, hypnotizing lights and escaping to the serene and swift fresh air.
Knuckles didn't appear too long after she had settled herself at the pool. He calmly took off his gloves and shoes and set them beside Rouge's clothes. Knuckles slipped into the pool without disturbing her from her daydreams. He managed to swim to Rouge's side through the water without disrupting it so much as a ripple.
Knuckles was already used to her being on his island and the Master Emerald took her as one that lived normally on the island. He was still stunned by her beauty and attitude still, even though he has observed every curve, hair, and possibly clothing size. So he took Rouge's nudeness normally as if she had done this often (She did not…you know…! They are STILL virgins so bleh).
Knuckles discreetly wrapped his arms around Rouge, startling her from her daydream as she glared dangerously back at Knuckles, but soon took Knuckles' grasp as a comfort and decided to snuggle in playfully. (A/N: Aww!)
After their morning bath and there clothing fight, similar to a pillow fight, they were back at the shrine polishing the emerald with a white cloth as they worked in unison.
"Hey Knuckie, lets eat! I'm famished, dearie," Rouge said the last part tauntingly.
"Don't call me that! It's already bad enough that you call me Knuckie, batgirl!" Knuckles snapped back.
"You still call me batgirl, dearie! At least treat your girlfriend some respect!" Rouge turned her head away and crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.
"You're not my girlfriend…," Knuckles muttered, blushing as he continued to polish his emerald absentmindedly, thinking over about what he said. He paused and he looked at Rouge with a muddled look on his face. Rouge turned around and smirked at the suspicious echidna, arousing her flirtatious mood.
"What's that look you're giving me, Knuckie?" She cooed.
"Are you my…girlfriend?" Knuckles ignored her last mock.
Rouge gave him a questioning look which quickly turned into a bright smile as she stepped up to Knuckles facing him, her eyes full of a dreamy expression. She walked toward him, swaying her hips fashionably on purpose.
"Oh course I am, Knucklehead," Rouge chuckled, flicking his nose playfully. Knuckles frowned at her attitude, pondering if her statement was supposedly sarcastic. Rouge had noticed his point of view at this and thought of something to prove her declaration.
Rouge leaned over and kissed him lightly in the in the lips, leaning back to see a stunned Knuckles. Knuckles immediately regained conscience from dreamland and kissed her back tenderly and quickly so she would understand that he took her statement was the truth. Next, he took out a bunch of grapes from nowhere again.
Rouge sighed sarcastically, "I guess your favorite food might as well be our lunch!" Rouge was initiating an evil seducing plan.
They both sat back and leaned against the Master Emerald side by side. Rouge seized the grapes from Knuckles' hands before he could throw it into his mouth.
"Hey! Gimme that!" He glowered at her because she took his favorite diet meal. He desperately flailed his arms at her, trying to get it back.
"Nah ah! Just hold still and I'll give you the grapes," Rouge flirted. Knuckles blushed and sighed irritated. He knew what was coming so he leaned back more and opened his mouth wide, closing his eyes to expect a grape.
Unfortunately, Rouge pulled him into her lap so his head was nestled between her criss-crossed legs.
Knuckles cringed and couldn't bear to see the sight where he was so he shut his eyes closed and waited for the grape. One by one Rouge popped in a grape almost rhythmically until at one point she paused.
Knuckles opened his eyes, but wished he had kept them shut like before. As they always say, 'Curiosity killed the echidna'.
Rouge had bitten off the tip of the grape and was smearing the juice onto her lips as she puckered into a kiss, her lips not far from Knuckles' own lips. The smell triggered to open Knuckles eyes
Entranced by the smell and beauty of both fruit and Rouge's luscious lips, he tilted his head back and his chin up to have their lips meet into fruity compassion.
--…KnuxRouge…--
Dusk was in view, golden radiance upon red and white fur. Knuckles and Rouge watched the sun go down, silently counting the seconds to evening. Rouge nuzzled into Knuckles' dreadlocks as he ruffled her frothy white locks of hair. They were still leaning against the emerald side by side in each other's arms. Every now and then they would gaze into amethyst and aqua eyes imperceptibly lost in the stare.
Knuckles arouse to his feet, leaving a provoked Rouge to be looking up at him from the floor. Knuckles looked down at her and smirked, giving her one of his cute trademark smile. Rouge smiled back at him as Knuckles picked up Rouge bridal style and set her standing up an approximate 3 yards/meters from the emerald. He told her to turn around the opposite way of facing the emerald and to close her eyes.
After a minute of arguing, Rouge finally let it go and turned around to cover her eyes with a gloved paw arrogantly. Satisfied, Knuckles paced back to the emerald and plucked it up from its shrine. Knuckles exhaled noisily in nervousness as he set it down a few feet away from Rouge.
"Y-you can turn a-around and open your eyes now, Rouge," Knuckles managed to stutter out nervously.
Rouge's aqua eyes clouded with tears, a smile plastered on her muzzle with true happiness as she watch Knuckles get down on one knee in between her and the emerald. Knuckles look down at the ground and twiddled his thumbs in edgy sentiment.
"I know we have only met for 2 years, but that does not mean anything for what we have together," Knuckles looked at her flickering tear-filled eyes, "I…have had hidden feelings and…I…have feelings for...you?"
His face turned to contempt, "Oh screw this bullshit! Will you marry me, Rouge the Bat?"
Rouge squealed in enthusiasm as she lunged into Knuckles' arms and knocking him flat on the ground, sobbing frenziedly. Knuckles, being the gullible one, frowned and held Rouge tightly, "So that's a no?"
"YES! KNUCKLES! YES, DAMNIT! I LOVE YOU!" Rouge screamed into his chest. Knuckles merely chuckled as he tried to calm his fervent wife-to-be.
"Yeah, I love you too, Rouge."
--…KnuxRouge…--
Amy dumped her trash full of Sonic's memoriam into the large dumpster. Stifling a sniff, she wiped away dry tears with her arm. She was starting to redecorate her room and was leaving her room the original color that was pink.
It had been a week since Shadow left Amy and Sonic was crazy enough to visit her every hour to try to get her to love him. Amy still loved Sonic, but she also loved Shadow. This screwed up her mind so she decided to cast aside that problem.
Sonic was getting on Amy's last nerves and she swore she would slap him in the face if he tried touching her again. She shivered at the thought. Wait…wouldn't I have loved that so long ago…?
She could admit that she was falling for Sonic again, but in a more mature way, but every time she wished she could say 'I love you' to Sonic, she would start crying because that would remind her of Shadow.
Shadow did keep that promise, and Amy took that opportunity gratefully. He was literally there for her. For example if she couldn't reach something high or she needed to get something at the store but she had no time, Shadow was there to get it for her.
Amy could tell it was Shadow because he would leave a single black rose near her, on a table, her hand, or on the ground. Unfortunately, when Amy looks around for him, he was out of sight without a trace or as much as the movement of leaves or paper from how fast he could run.
Shadow was too swift for Amy to notice when he was there so she gave up and decided to get as much help from him so she could spend a split second time with him.
She held her latest black rose to her heart and looked down at it. Not a single thorn, not a single worry of hurting herself.
Her unfaltering love never dies.
Yikes! Lots of vocabulary! I know…I tried, I know it's complicated, but I just wanted to test out my vocabulary. Hoped you liked it!
Stay tuned for the sequel:
Beyond Weddings