A/N: HEY IT'S TSUB! So this is it guys... the last chapter. We're kinda disappointed though, because only one person reviewed last time D: THANKS TO YOU SaharaDesmail! Well... This is the end. It was a lot of fun! But don't worry, we shall be coming up soon with a Durarara! crack fic. So stay tuned! And uh... watch Durarara if you haven't... yeah. :3 LOVE YOU.

Warnings: Language, Violence, Lemon, Yaoi, Drug-use, somewhat Non-con (HE SO WANTS IT), major, major OOCness (like OH EM GEE), Crack couples, This story does not make sense, and generally Insanity.

Disclaimer: WE DO NOT OWN REBORN, if we did, there would be hippos and random dancing everywhere. ALSO we do not own Heaven, Hell, Purgatory, Cocaine, Charmed, [Switch], or Brian Regan. But it would be really cool if we did own all that. Except for the coke part. We live above the influence, kiddies. -thumbs up-

Fran's Magical and Moose-Filled Journey of Wonder and Joy.

Or Something Like That.

Epilogue

Finally. Fran was in human heaven. He was slightly upset that his climax had been cut off in the middle, but hey. You win some you lose some. He looked around himself, inspecting the place. Eh, it was all right. The scenery was a bit tacky, but otherwise moderately pleasant. The blunette reached God's counter where he had to sign in in order to gain access. As he started to sign his name, he looked up at the all-powerful guy and felt some questions arise.

"So uh, where did Bel and Yama go to?"

God gave an all-knowing nod, being God and all.

"Belphegor went to Hell, obviously, and Takeshi Yamamoto is still stuck in the waiting room in purgatory. But don't worry, I hear they have the latest Sports Illustrated."

Fran made an 'o' shape with his mouth, nodding as well.

"Ah, I see." He finished signing his name. As he gave God a wave of 'see ya later', he put his hands in his pockets and walked around. When he put his hands in the pockets, he felt some plastic bag. Ah, his stash was still there. Thank God. As soon as he did so, he heard sirens go off.

"Oh please no..."

A police car drove up in front of him on those white clouds that somehow could support it, and two officers stepped out.

"Please put your hands on the vehicle and remain steady."

One was a smiling red head and the other was a mean looking blond. Fran rolled his eyes; they had police in heaven? How could this be heaven if he wasn't allowed a little stuff here and there? Even on earth he never got caught...Well, he HAD been in the mafia and all. Sighing, the froggy complied and put both hands on the vehicle, and felt the cold metal cuffs clink around his around his wrists. The red head spoke up.

"HI! My name's Eto Kai, and this here is Hal Kurayabashi! We are NARCS here to make sure you have a pleasant time as you are escorted to hell. We hope you have enjoyed your short stay in Heaven!"

Fran gave up. Did it really matter anymore? Maybe in hell they had beer. Yeah...beer. BUT WAIT. He just realized that meant they also had Bel. Oh fuck no. Just as the mumbling blond grabbed his arms to take him into the car, Fran used all his Wednesday ballet lessons to their fullest and gave him a good 'grand battement' to the crotch and then made a leap for it, running as fast as he could. Hal groaned, keeling over with hands to his crotch. Meanwhile the red head just stood there, blinking. This caused the blond to groan some more.

"Oh dear god Kai you idi-GO AFTER HIM YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING!" Said idiot blinked again, before nodding with an 'okayyy' and then ran after the frogboy.

As the frogboy ran, he thought that maybe those two police officers were idiots since if this was heaven, couldn't they just use their magical God powers to warp him back? Did it work like that? Or had Charmed simply deceived him? Brushing that off, as he had other things to worry about, he let out a screech as he fell through he clouds abruptly. As he was swirling down at the speed of 100 miles per hour, a few thoughts rushed through his head. Maybe he should have bought a puppy? Did he leave the oven on? Had it really been a mistake to have never seen a Brian Regan show? And was this story ever going to have a conclusion? Unfortunately, none of those questions except for the last one would be answered, and instead of hitting the dirty pavement of earth, he hit the hot pavement of hell. Oh bugger. Rubbing his eyes, he looked up, seeing swirling pits of terror and pain all around him, amidst blazing fires and screaming bodies. Well hey; at least the atmosphere here was better. He was sure if he found some earplugs he could get used to it. Standing up, he brushed himself off not bothering to try and wonder as to how he had gotten to hell by falling. But then, he could feel fear creep up on him making his hairs stand up, and slowly turned his head around. There. He was. The prince. Grinning like always.

"Oh for the love of..."

Fran sighed, and figured that it really didn't matter anymore, and that it was time that this story should end. So he simply walked over to Bel, and preceded to smex him up in order to give the readers something to be happy about.

~FIN~

A/N: *cries* Goodbye~ *waves* AND PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! Cus... otherwise, what's the point of us writing this? D: Don't make us sad pandas.