A few months later, Kyo came back from England; he'd left for England a few days after the match: the flight hadn't been cancelled, and Akito had already tended to having him enrolled, even if all this had been mostly forgotten due to the strain of much more important events. Of course, at first Kyo would have nothing of it, and insisted he would stay for "personal reasons" –no-one had learned of what had gone on between him and the Rat in the garden-, but Yuki then told him personally that he should go, and that he didn't want to be the cause of Kyo missing out on such a good opportunity, and that it was very important not to raise even more suspicions, so that after much insisting, he finally managed to convince the Cat to leave. It is fitting to mention that the night before the two boys had a very, very long talk about many things of little importance, and they learned things about each other which neither would have known or cared about did they not share this bond which they were just beginning to discover. They also had a very intense make-out session, though they only got to kissing and cuddling, because they didn't want to go further on such short notice and just before the departure too.

Surprisingly enough Kyo's stay in England did them more good than anyone might have imagined. Kyo forged a great many friendships on that far-off island, and Yuki began to forge friendships on their own, Japanese island, both of which were accomplishments for the respective boys. But more importantly, they had had the incomparable gain of keeping their love young. To be specific, they never went through that part of a relationship where the passion wears out: for as the reader sees, Kyo and Yuki, right after the mutual confession and at the very zenith of both their passion, had their relationship cut short. And if the decision of parting had been a painful, yet as each one went his separate way, as they knew that they would surely be together again, they both kept a glowing, warm memory in their hearts which as the days and months passed only grew in sweetness, and a wonderful sweetness at that which would leak out on a daily basis, and constantly make their lives just a bit happier while it waited to burst out when they finally met again.

It was as if the flower of their love had been cut just as it bloomed; only that after that, it had not withered as natural, but, as if treated by some great witch or sage, or as if effected by the miracle of a Saint, it had been set into a perpetual state of eternal blossoming.

So understandably, when Kyo came back, he was very impatient as he got his luggage and tried to find his way out of the airport, hoping, no, rather, expecting that Yuki would be there waiting for him.

And sure enough, as he got out of the terminal, he discerned amongst the crowd of people waiting for the passengers that familiar face which in his heart had in alteration born both hate and love. Then, Yuki found him, and Kyo's tired eyes met those of the Rat. At first, they said nothing; they didn't run to each other, they didn't kiss, they didn't do anything dramatic, they didn't even shake hands!

They only smiled.

But Kyo's smile was so sweet, and Yuki's so sincere that it was visible that their love had brought such changes in their hearts that no-one could doubt it was there to stay.

Besides there were a lot of people around, not to mention quite a few of their relatives.

Yet on the ride home, they sat next to each other, and as the conversation died down –this usually happens when one arrives from a trip, at first there is much enthusiasm but then the weariness of the journey takes over-, Kyo's eyes fell on Yuki's hand: that same white hand he'd kissed all those months ago after his confession. And though he didn't know then if was because Yuki had seen him look, or by an wholly independent impulse on the Rat's part, yet Yuki slowly moved his hand towards Kyo; and in response, Kyo moved his hand towards Yuki's; and they touched.

Then the feeling of each other's skin, even in this tiny proportion, after all those months sent something akin to electric current down the two boys' spines. Instinctively, or rather, pushed by their mutual affection, each boy immediately turned his head to the other. And when their eyes met, their hearts were flooded by all feelings of love, which have been expounded so extensively in this text and described better in other far superior works that they will not be further dwelt upon. Words are superfluous, and only a narration of the following even is enough to describe exactly what was going on in their souls:

After nothing more than a quick scan to see that everyone around them was looking the other way -their mutual understanding was such that they didn't need to speak and their passion so strong that they couldn't wait long enough to do so- the two boys, ignoring their location and spurred on only by the sight of each other's eyes leaned in and their lips joined in a sweet kiss of lovers reunited.

"I love you, Yuki," Kyo then said.

"I love you too, Kyo," Yuki answered.

These words were whispered, and nobody heard them, yet to Kyo and Yuki it was as if they had shouted them out to the entire world.

But sadly now the time has come to end this tale: the two lovers are together, and, to use a nautical metaphor, the ship is in port and all the storm clouds have been chased from the sky, so that there is no need to continue the story.

And thus, having accompanied our boys through the trials and tribulations of an accursed passion, we must now leave them on the steady road of sweet and tender engagement. And having brought them all this way, it is proper that we now graciously give them the intimacy they need to enjoy the sweet if hard-earned reward of all their now-departed sorrows and to finally live out their happy love.

END OF THE STORY