Yuuri's story and the end of this little trilogy. Thank you everyone for your comments and faves and for encouraging me to actually do more with this story. I hope this chapter wraps things up nice and neatly for you all!

Yuuri had just turned seventeen the night his boyfriend Saralegi murdered him and then killed himself suicide in the home Yuuri grew up in. Up until that fateful night in July, Yuuri had lived a very quiet and normal life with his family. His father had been a banker, and his mother a housewife with enough spirit to keep three rambunctious men in line. Yuuri's older brother Shouri had been in college at the time, with aims to become the next prime minister of Japan.

His life hadn't been anything overly exciting or interesting before his death. He'd been in his second last year of high school, had average grades, and been a member of the baseball team. His best friend Ken Murata was an unimaginable pervert who enjoyed teasing him every chance he got.

The first time Yuuri and Sara met, Yuuri was fourteen and visiting Murata at school for some social event or another. The two of them didn't hit it off at all; in fact it would be more accurate to say that they hated each other at first sight. Yuuri thought that Sara was a spoiled brat who lorded it over everyone, and Sara thought that Yuuri was an uncultured jock. Murata, who was friends with both of them, had to been caught in between their feud.

Over the next few months and years however, Yuuri and Sara began to tolerate each other. Soon enough that tolerance morphed into friendship and that friendship into love. They had their first official date when they were both sixteen, it was a just a dinner and a movie but it felt like something magical to the two of them,

Yuuri's family wholly approved of the relationship, his mother exclaiming how cute they were and how they looked like a royal couple out of a fantasy drama. Murat was happy to have his two best friends getting along and finding happiness together, even if he did get left out occasionally when they went out to do couple things. Yuuri had felt bad about that, but Murata assured him that it was alright.

Despite their happiness there was some tension, mostly from Sara's family. His mother did not approve of their relationship in the least and often sent his uncle Berius to spy on him. It soon became hard to find time to themselves, with the only place for them to find solace being either Yuuri's or Murata's houses, and neither of those offered much for privacy.

Slowly it became too much for Sara, and over the course of the next year he became distant and agitated; even prone to fits of violent anger at times. Despite, or maybe because of, his fear for and of Sara, Yuuri stuck by him through it all. There were times when his Sara still showed through, and he knew that once they turned eighteen and graduated that everything would be alright, Sara's mother would no longer have control over him and he and Yuuri could finally be happy again.

The night of Yuuri's seventeenth birthday everything went wrong. The night started off well enough; they celebrated with cake and presents at Yuuri's house, everyone, even Sara was happy. For Yuuri it had been a relief to see Sara so relaxed and happy, as though he didn't have a care in the world. It wasn't until they retired for bed that he learned how much that was not true.

Sara had led him to the bedroom with such intensity in his gaze that it was almost scary. As a seventeen year old male, Yuuri's thoughts had gone to perverted places; thinking tonight would be the tonight that they would be the night they would be together intimately. When Sara had pushed him on to the bed and begun to tie him to the bedposts with silk ties, Yuuri had been a little startled but was willing to go along with it. Finally Sara had kissed him and then gagged him, before pulling away to stare down at him with a gaze filled with grazed desperation.

When he brought the gun out of his bag, Yuuri's heart dropped and he began to struggle against his bindings. Sara had kissed his forehead and told him that everything would be alright, this way his mother couldn't send Sara away like she planned and they could be together forever. He assured Yuuri that it would be over quickly and there wouldn't be much pain before aiming the gun at Yuuri's heart and firing.

He'd lied; the pain of being shot was like nothing Yuuri had ever experienced. Sara's shot had been true though and soon enough Yuuri felt his consciousness and life draining out of him, even as he heard the second gun shot go off and Sara's body hit the floor. His last thought was on how he didn't want to die, there was so much that he wanted to do still. The last thing he heard was his mother's scream of horror before everything went black.

After that everything was dark for the longest time before Yuuri woke up feeling disconnected from everything and just so angry! His existence came down to punishing those who had what he didn't; life, happiness, and love. He never realized that his attacks were only on young couples who had been close to his age at his time of death.

Over the next twenty years he punished multiple people, doling out what he believed was justice on them. Families came and went, every few years and Yuuri didn't care; most of the time he stayed in his space, his awareness dimmed until another transgressor disturbed him.

Yuuri had been dead twenty five years when Wolfram's family moved into his house, and Yuuri knew something was different. In some ways Wolfram reminded Yuuri of Sara, but at the same time he was completely different. For the first time since his death Yuuri felt something other than blind rage. Being around Wolfram calmed him and he knew that he had to have Wolfram by his side forever.

Wolfram was sixteen when he answered Yuuri's call to be together. There was a part of Yuuri that felt guilty for pushing Wolfram to suicide, but Wolfram was meant to be his. As Wolfram's life drained away, Yuuri had welcomed him with a loving smile and pulled him into his arms. Everything was as it should be.

Things were better after that. Yuuri was with the one he loved, and even though they were both ghosts, they were aware of each other and what was going on around them. For Yuuri everything was right in the world, Wolfram tempered his rage and made him feel happy. Despite this didn't take long for Yuuri to notice that Wolfram always seemed so sad. He would watch the families that moved in and out of the house with a look of longing, especially if the family had children.

Yuuri hadn't known what to do about it until Greta's family moved in. Wolfram had loved her on sight, hovering over Greta and her little brother El and comforting them when he could. He was completely enamoured with the little girl, and Yuuri soon found himself caring for her as well. It saddened him to see that Greta was so ill and knowing that she would eventually pass on, but maybe he could ensure that they would all be happy in the end

Greta was ten when she died; Yuuri and Wolfram were at her side comforting her as she took her last breaths. As her body took its last breath, they reached as one to embrace her spirit welcoming her into the family and finally Yuuri felt complete.

Yuuri had been dead over hundred years when he was finally healed enough to pass on. For decades Greta, Wolfram and himself existed together as a family and watching over Hube, Nicola and El. Eventually the family passed on, and Yuuri knew that it was time for them to move on to. Holding Wolfram and Greta close to him Yuuri kissed them both and told them how much he loved them, and thanked them for helping him by loving him to.

When the light came for them, Yuuri hoped that in the next life they would be together again as a true family this time.