Me: You think after one whole chapter, Gokudera would manage to put some clothes on by now. I mean, it was pretty sexy at first, but now it's just gross. Right Yamamoto?...Yamamoto?

Yamamoto: Wait—wha? Oh sorry. Gokudera's just distracting me.

Gokudera: I'M NOT EVEN DOING ANYTHING. And give me back my clothes you fucking bitch.

Me: I DON'T EVEN HAVE IT. Yamamoto does. Ask him!

Gokudera: FORGET THE ASK PART. GIVE ME BACK MY CLOTHES BASEBALL IDIOT.

Yamamoto: Haha, sorry! I think I lost them!

Gokudera: BULLSHIT.

Me: Ummm…Why is there a pile of clothes lit on fire? In the corner of a room.

Yamamoto: We must have let a pyromaniac in this chapter! :D

Me: -_- Yamamoto, I think I'm going to have to put you back in time out. Go to the corner.

Yamamoto: But it's the last chapter! I don't even get special appearances in this story like Gokudera! D:

Me: Yamamoto. Corner. Now.

Yamamoto. TT^TT Fine.

Me: Good—NO. THE OTHER CORNER. The one that's not on fire. Ugh. Pesky kids. Yes, so THIS CHAPTER IS OFFICIALLY THE LAST CHAPTER. LAST. CHAPTER.BITCHES.

To the special people/reviewers in my heart. A lot of you guys left a huge impact on me through your praises, criticism (when received). It boosted up my low confidence in writing too. Without the special reviews that made me giggly inside, I probably wouldn't have finished this story. I want to write a longer letter, but I don't know what else to say besides thanks for supporting me. And perhaps…let's have sex. JK But THANKS to all reviewers (those under-lined and bolded are super special in my heart):

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Just letting you guys know, it's REALLY EASY to get me to love you. You just had to review constantly, or put in one review that's like…super long with your opinions, and criticism if necessary. "Update please!" Is nice, but sometimes get annoying…No offense. Back to the main point. IF ANYONE ever gets the people under-lined and bolded to read your story, LOVE THEM. Because their review(s) are ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. They put in a lot of effort. BUT EVERY REVIEWER IS AMAZING. I. LOVE. ALL. OF. YOU. REMEMBER THAT.
Now for the last thing I want to do before I end this story….Gokudera—

Yamamoto: I WANT TO DO IT!

Me: But Gokudera never does it!

Gokudera: I DON'T EVEN WANT TO DO IT.

Me: Ugh. Fine. Do it Yamamoto.

Yamamoto: Yay!

Gokudera: Dick.

Yamamoto: Love you Gokudera. :D Katekyo Hitman Reborn belongs to Amano Akira….Now I feel sad. This is the last time I'll do this!

Me: Psh. This won't be your last time! Just for this story.

Gokudera: Wait a fucking minute. Does this mean that…Shit. NO! NO! FUCKING NO! I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR DISCLAIMER DOG THE NEXT TIME YOU MAKE YOUR KHR FANFIC!

Me: :D Ohonhonhon~. Well Yamamoto doesn't seem to be protesting. I mean, he's even stripped down his clothes and—HOLY CRAP! RUN GOKUDERA! RUN!

Gokudera: SHIIIIITT!

Me:….WATCH OUT FOR MY NEXT KHR FANFIC (while Gokudera is about to be raped)! If anyone is interested. Now enjoy this ultra-long chapter! (Bullshit. This short.)

Epilogue:

Naming the Baby

"Kyoya, I wanted to let you know I'm pregnant."

"Hn."

"I don't know if the baby is a boy or girl."

"Hn."

"What do you want to name the un-gendered specie? You're the…daddy after all." Masaru snickered.

Hibari had not once looked up from the newspaper and said flatly in an un-amused tone, "It doesn't matter to me. Just don't give the baby a stupid name like Blue Ivy or Blanket."

She pursed her lips. "You basically ruled out half of the names I wanted to give the baby, but I'll try." Masaru picked at the strand of noodles in her bowl lackadaisically and glanced around the kitchen for inspiration. She saw Hibird eating a piece of bread off of Hibari's plate. An imaginary light bulb appeared above her blonde head. "How about Hichild?" she suggested lightly.

"No."

"Fine then. Hiii..." She touched the smooth surface underneath her hand. "Hitable?"

Hibari put the newspaper down and raised his eyebrows. "That is an idiotic name."

"Well since the baby doesn't have a gender yet, we can name it Hishi. Get it, Heshe?" Masaru said dryly, lips quirking into a humorous smile.

"Adding the first part of my last name to an object or animal does not make it a name."

"You named your pet Hibird."

Hibari folded the newspaper closed and set it to the side, raising his eyebrows.

"Your point?"

"Don't be like this…honey. You know you want to name the baby Hishi. Or do you want to name the child Shihi? Shihi is fine with me too. I'm not complaining." Her cellphone began ringing, and she checked the caller ID. "Oh, it's Dino."

"Ignore it," Hibari stated promptly.

"He's my boss. I can't." She picked up the Iphone and answered it, putting it on speaker. "Hi Dino."

"Masaru~!" Dino greeted cheerfully on the other side. "I heard you were pregnant! Congratulations! My wife says the same thing too!"

"Thank you," Masaru said politely. "Is that all you wanted to tell me?"

"What are you going to name the child?"

"Kyoya and I haven't chosen a name yet. I really like the name Hishi though."

"Uhh….OH! You should name the child Hifu! The first part of his last name and yours combined!"

Hibari's eyebrows twitched.

Masaru hummed, stroking her chin in a thinking motion. "That does sound nice."

"Or you can use Hima!"

That sounds stupid. "Do you think I should come up with my own number and use 18274569 to name the child? The child can become more unique than naming it 'Baby Fire Lonely Emo Kid'."

"Haha! That's true! But 1827 is catchier that 18274569."

"True. What do you think Kyoya?"

"1859 is more pleasant," Kyoya said.

Masaru returned her attention to Dino, "1869 seems nice."

"But 1869's numbers are weird paired together," Dino whined. "Even D18 makes more sense."

"Hmm…I support D18. I like that name."

"Right? D18 is lovely! It's a name fitting for a girl or a boy!"

"Technically, it's a number and not a name. However, we'll convince the child to believe she's a lab experiment being stamped with that number as a given name. Right Kyoya?"

"No. I refuse to name it D18."

"The baby is not an object, Kyoya."

"Shut up, Cavallone."

Dino laughed.

"I like D18. We are going to name the baby D18 no matter what, Kyoya. Your opinion means nothing now."

Hibari took a hold of her delicate hands quickly and stared into Masaru's twinkling eyes.

"We can name the baby Hishi."

"Good."

They lived happily ever after.

Until Hibari shot her in the face.

With water.

Then Masaru killed him.

Him meaning his nuts of course.

Yep, the life of Hibari Kyoya and Fuji Masaru was pleasant to say the least.

Me: THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL. TT^TT MAKES ME CRY HAPPY TEARS!

Gokudera: This was the worst ending ever. In the history of Katekyo Hitman Reborn fanfiction. You bring shame to this fanfiction.

Yamamoto: I like it.

Me: YEAH. YAMAMOTO LIKES IT.

Yamamoto: I hate it.

Me: LIAR. YOU LOVE IT. So anyway, this IS the last chapter.

THE. LAST. CHAPTER.

THANK YOU to those who stuck with me.

If you love me, LOOK OUT FOR MY NEW STORIES THAT MAY COME BY. Prease.

Gokudera: Don't.

Yamamoto: Please guys! I might be the main character next!

Enma: Or me.

Dino: Or me.

Xanxus: I'll fucking kill all of you trashes. It's me.

Me:…Sorry guys, I have too many ideas...LOVE MEEEEE.

All: No.

Me: Damn it.

EDIT: December 15, 2012