Hey people. Many of you probably suspected me to add a little to this story. You were right!. But I would like to make something clear...I don't do sequels, I really REALLY hate sequels. It's just a chewed out bit of the first story. When I finish a story, it is finished. I might add epilogues, but I never do sequels. I usually can't come up with any good ideas at all, and I usually get bored when writing something for too long.

So people, don't ask me again, I really start to get annoyed by all those messages.

Anyway, here's the epilogue, and the FINAL ending!!

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Epilogue: The Story Which Had No End

-10 years later-

A 26-year old May stood in the elevator.

She stood motionless as the doors slide open and close for people to get in or out. She sighed quietly as she watched the number of floors go up. The people in the elevator acknowledged her presence but they did not talk to her, only greeting her with a polite nod of their heads. She had to go to the 50th, and top floor, so she had to go quite a bit of floors. In the mirror that decorated the wall of the elevator she looked at herself. A young lady in a black suit with skirt looked back at her. The suit was hand-made for her and it encircled her neck and waist perfectly, accenting the right places to look professional. It was a real craftsmanship.

Her hair was tied up in a high tail but even so it still cascaded to just beneath her shoulders. May still didn't need to use make-up and her face was still as smooth as ever. But her eyes were dull and her jaw was tensed. Her face was etched with a emotionless look. Her employers were frightened by her.

This was her life now, president of a running trading-market, which ran with high profits.

She herself did make good money as well, which was shown by the diamond in her ears and around her neck. It hadn't been May's liking, as she hadn't had a liking for expensive jewelry. It had been Dawn's idea actually, the now fashion-artist, had said it gave her a professional look. It was probably the case, as she was mostly respected in the world that was still dominated by men. They never looked down on her, and May had, with harsh decisions and merciless words, made sure they never would.

People were afraid if she called them to her office. They had done something really wrong when they were called, and immediate dismissal would follow most likely. May never called people to her when they had done something right. They would receive an official letter, which could promote them, give them a bonus or both.

Even so, people were content working for her, as she was never corrupt or unfair, and they got a good payment.

The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. People had left the elevator by long ago now, and this was the top floor. The presidential office.

May's office.

The doors revealed a huge office, two sides of the wall replaced by glass for windows, giving a spectacular view of the outside world. Centered in the middle was respectively big desk. To the sides were low sideboards, in which she kept her files carefully put away. Other than that she owned a safe, in which careful people would keep their treasures and a closed closet.

May's hold on the files in her arms tightened as she grabbed her document-bag which had been leaning safely against her leg and entered the office.

It was a very lonely life.

She placed the files on the desk, and then she went to the bar she secretly kept in her closet, and poured herself a sweet-flavored sake. She unfastened the tight tail of her hair.

"It's not good for you to drink, when did you start?" another voice said in the room.

May knew she should be surprised, she knew that. But the harsh reality was, she really wasn't. "Since quite a while now," she responded instead.

Her big custom-made chair spun around to show a young man sitting there. He was clad in black with a long over-coat. Although it was invisible for her to see, May knew that underneath that cloak were a lot of weapons. The green eyes and the smirk seemed all too familiar.

"How have you been, May?" he asked.

May turned around slowly as she faced him completely, "fine as you can see," she responded, her voice blank of emotion.

Drew lifted himself of the chair in a fluid motion and studied a paper on her wall that gave away one of her many prizes and licenses. "President of a trading-market company...who would that have thought?" he mocked.

May sat herself down on her chair on placed her feet on the desk, showing her endless slender legs and her feet chucked in high heels. "I graduated cum Laud in Math and Economics, thank you," she said dryly, and eyes the man who carefully leaned against one of the sideboards. "But I'm guessing you knew this already."

He nodded and crossed his arms.

May took a sip from her dink, "who has sent you?" she asked.

Drew smirked, "I will tell later on, for now, let's talk," she said.

May cocked a brow, "if I press this button under my desk, security will be here in 3 seconds. I know they do, because I trained them to do so. You have learned me a lot, Drew. First rule, never turn your back to anybody, as they might stab you in the back," May said coldly.

Drew smirked, "of course I knew you would have such a button, I dismantled it," he said.

May didn't even blink at this revelation of information, "you underestimated me," she said as she showed him another button. "What's keeping me from pressing this one?"

Drew smiled, "nothing does. But I know you won't press it," he said.

May nodded and put the button away, "I won't press it for now, but don't play against the odds. I'm in charge here," she demanded.

Drew smirked, "let's keep it at an undecided power-balance," he said.

May sat back and raised a brow, "there are a few things I want to know, so you are just going to answer my questions nicely and we can keep peace," she said.

Drew nodded, "I can see why you have become president. Merciless woman," but agreed even so.

May stood up and sat on the desk, so she could face him eye to eye. "Where have you been all these years?" she asked.

Drew shrugged, "anywhere but here," he said.

May pressed her lips together tightly in a small line, displaying her unhappiness about the answer. "Be more specific," she growled.

Drew smirked, "I can't be more specific, May. I have been all over the world," he said.

May nodded, "I can live with that. next question: what have you done all these years, and I want to hear no ways out," she said.

Drew stroke a hand through his hair, "it took me almost five years to get those bounty hunters off my back. They were particularly persistent," he said.

May stared back, "how?" she only said.

Drew shrugged, "killed every one of them," he said calmly.

"And?" May demanded for the other years.

Drew shrugged, "took on some jobs to pass the time."

May nodded, "I see," she said softly.

She looked outside, "and now you've come for me. It isn't a surprise though that I would face you." She placed her half-empty glass down. "After all, you're the best of all." May glanced at Drew, "but you see, Drew. i don't intend on dying anytime soon and even less to be killed by the likes of you."

In a split second May had attacked Drew and kept him in stranglehold.

"I have practiced a lot, so that when you would come for me, I knew that I could fight you," she bit to him, hissing in his ear.

Drew didn't seem affected by it at all. Instead he chuckled and smirked, "so you haven't forgotten about me," he said. "Good, I was kind of afraid you did, seeing that you have kept everything away about me."

May still kept him in place, "I have a lot of enemies, Drew. Realize that well. You're not the first assassin to come for me, you see," she hissed.

Drew looked as if he winced at her words, almost as if he regretted. But then he laughed, "ah, but there is one small thing..." he said and before May knew it, she was flipped around and the roles were reversed. She was now kept in place by Drew, his one arm circling around her upper body and holding onto her shoulder. His other arm kept both of her wrists on her back.

"...you are a thousand years too late to be a match for me," he whispered in her ear.

May struggled to get loose, but there wasn't any movement at all, and Drew's grip was too firm on her. "Let me go!" she growled, still struggling.

But Drew didn't release her as he shook his head. "I had to wait for far too long to let you go now," he whispered, his voice almost an low hoarse mutter.

May struggled again but then gave up, seeing she had no chance of breaking free. "Then just kill me, alright?! Get over it!" she pleaded, tears started rolling over her cheeks in despair.

"I never said that I wanted to kill you," Drew said.

May clenched her teeth as her anger reached an all-tides high. "Than what exactly are you here for?" she bit at him.

Drew buried his nose in her brown whips of hair. "Because of you," he answered softly.

May let her head hang as she reveled in the forbidden warmth that radiated from Drew's body. She had not wanted to admit it in all those years, but she had missed him.

She had missed him so badly.

But it was always too good to be true. After all, life wasn't a fairytale and she was definitely not in one. "You never returned to me at all. Drew, it has been ten years. I don't know if it had occurred to you, but ten years is very long. And why, why didn't you return to me?!" May cried.

She hadn't cried in years, not since he had left. Life toughened her up, and so did he.

Drew hadn't released her before, but now he could be relatively sure she wouldn't attack him, he let go.

"I wanted to come back, I really did..." Drew tried but May interrupted him.

"But you didn't! Drew. You didn't! I built this whole company myself, but it was never like I wanted to!" she cried.

Drew kept silent as he turned his face away from her. But May wasn't finished yet.

"I have all of my friends become happy, really happy, and become the people they wanted to be! Dawn and Paul have married, he's a micro-technology researcher, Dawn's a fashion-designer! Ash and Misty travel all around the world as international representation for protected animals and environment. Heck, even Hadi has become a forensic researcher!" May continued.

Tears were now rolling down her face endlessly, but she didn't wipe them away as she looked furiously at Drew, who still refused to look at her.

"I never wanted to become a company's president. I just wanted an ordinary job and be able to come home every afternoon. A normal house with a white fence, to a husband who loves me, and maybe to some children of my own. That's what I wanted!" she screamed.

Now Drew looked up, pain in his eyes. "Then why didn't you? There wasn't anything stopping you right?" he asked.

May laughed joylessly, and sat down in her chair once again. "I didn't because I kept waiting, hoping you would come back, come home. You were always there," she said as she leaned on her desk.

"I waited until Misty woke me up. She said, 'May, he isn't coming back. If he isn't dead already, he has probably forgotten you.'" May sighed, as she noted the small glimpse of hurt on the man's face.

"And you know what, Drew? I believed it with all my heart, even though it hurt," May said. "So Drew, let me ask you once again. What are you doing here?" she asked.

Drew walked to the back of the chair. "Have you ever wanted something so badly that you would do anything to get it?" he asked. May never replied.

Drew sighed, "I never did before. I had what I wanted, I didn't need anything more. But I have a question for you too," he said as he leaned on the back of the chair.

"How do you feel about me?" he asked."

May sat in her chair and was a bit surprised when she heard him asking this from above. "Angry," she replied.

Drew frowned softly at this answer, "let me phrase it differently: do you still feel for me what you felt years ago?" he asked deadly serious.

May wasn't sure what the tone he used signified, he almost sounded sad.

Drew leaned on the chair and let his eyes dart over the things around him as he awaited her answer. The office was just as any other he had seen, but May hadn't added any personal touches, as if she wanted to ban everything from her life.

"Why do you want to know, Drew?" she finally asked.

Drew span the chair around and supported himself on the armrests. "I can't forget you," he said bluntly. May kept her head down, staring at her knees. She didn't respond.

"All these years, I thought that if I just stayed away from you, you would be safe, be able to build that normal life you wanted," he rolled his eyes. "With that house with a white fence."

He kept hanging above her, longing for the feeling from 10 years back, how she made him want her, long for her."I tried so hard to forget you, but I just couldn't do it," he admitted.

He crouched down, so he could look in those eyes of her. "So I came back, trying to get you to love me again. Because in all those years, I never stopped loving you." He looked away again. "I came back because I wanted to be the one you'd love. The one you'd return to after a long day, and be with at night," he said, a blush making way on his face.

Then he stood up abruptly, "but I guess, I am too late. just a shadow of the past," he said ans he turned around to leave May alone.

"So smart, yet you are not capable of understanding anything," May muttered.

Drew stood still, one side of him curious of what she had to say, the other pissed off at what she had already said. "I am not?" he asked.

May laughed sadly, "you are not," she confirmed his reply. She stood up, "you once said to me: I hope to see you again one day," she said as she looked out at the grey city.

"Those were not the words you should have said," she said. She walked to her safe. Drew turned around, her movement attracting his curiosity.

"Have you opened this safe, Drew?" May asked

Drew didn't move, "I have not," he replied emotionless.

May chuckled, "I see. You thought this safe was used for expensive stuff. Diamonds and such. Am I right?" she asked as she unlocked the door of the safe.

Drew nodded, "I must say you are, those are the things people usually use a safe for."

May shook her head, "not quite, they use it for treasures. I don't treasure diamonds," she said She had finally opened the door of the safe and grabbed its content.

"These are my treasures," she said as she handed Drew the stuff.

To Drew's surprise, it was the DVD he had once given her, and a picture. It was clearly taken at the prom when they had been dancing.

"They had used this picture for the yearbook. They had added a note you know. It said: 'We don't know where you are, Drew, but the people of Poke-High will never forget you'," May said.

Drew stared at her.

"You should have said something else, idiot," May said as tears appeared in her eyes again. "You should have said: 'I'll come back for you'! Because I have always been waiting for you," she said.

Then suddenly Drew's strong arms were around her.

"I'll come back for you," he whispered.

May smiled through her tears.

"I know you would."

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The employees in May's company noticed the difference in their boss the following months. She smiled more, and less people were called to her office because of small mistakes.

There were whispers of a shadow that always loomed in her office, but her old friends knew better.

"He really did come back, didn't he?" Dawn commented at one time when they had all gathered, one of the few times they all could make it. "Good, you should have taken a bodyguard a long time ago."

"Bodyguard?" Drew protested, but was ignored.

"Does he treat you well?" Misty asked May. May nodded quietly.

"Why are you talking like I am not here?" Drew commented dryly.

Dawn waved with her manicured hand, "Sorry, it has become a habit you know," she giggled.

The others laughed as Drew glared half-heartedly.

"So," Misty said when they all had calmed down. "What are you going to do now?" she asked.

May smiled.

"Building a house with a white fence."

-FIN-

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This is the final chapter. No more chapters.

I also won't do a sequel. As I have told many of you, I don't do sequels for long stories. They're bothersome.

Aw man, I was crying an hour or two ago. I had just read the newest Naruto Manga 462. It was too sad. The music didn't help either. I was listening to Lafee. A German songster. She's really good.