Disclaimer: I don't own Loveless, or any museum, but the OC characters are of my creation.

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Chap 15: "The big finale"

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Back to the day that began it all, Soubi and Ritsuka walked into The National Museum of Modern Art.

"Where's Kio? I thought he'd be the first to come see." Ritsuka said, tilting his head to face his tall fighter. He wore a dark blue vest over a white shirt with a collar, and black slacks.

"I asked him to bring Youji and Natsuo." Soubi replied, clad in a light purple striped button-down shirt, over trousers that were a deeper shade of the same purple. Ritsuka nodded, understanding Soubi did that so the two wouldn't have him kicked out from his own showing.

Hand in hand they approached the exhibit, the name of which was yet to be revealed.

Peering at numerous paintings, Ritsuka commented "Woah some of these are so dark".

"It's something of a time line. You're the only person I'll tell what the true meaning is."

He pointed to one section with gradually brightening hues; "This is when we met, and you taught me how to feel again". The twenty one paintings appeared to depict confusion, elation, sadness

He turned, "This is when S- when I left, and was without you again." Tightening his grasp Ritsuka paused, he could feel the despair screaming from the twelve paintings.

He then looked at the next section, "What about here?" This section had the brighter hues and colors similar to the first section, even butterflies that seemed joyous, and hopeful. The heavy emotions lifted.

Soubi smiled "I created this yesterday".

"Seriously?" Ritsuka was amazed, "There has to be at least twenty here".

"Thirty actually. This is present, and future."

Herein were works with such great feeling it could only be described as- "Together" Ritsuka said with a smile.

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"Why did I agree to bring you two?" Kio wondered loudly as they finally entered the museum. "I'm going to try and wash my shirt off, go find Sou-chan or something."

Natsuo and Youji walked off, laughing.

"Chocolate ice cream on my favorite silk shirt" he whined, pouting at the once rose-pink sleeve. "At least it didn't get on my dress pants- oh no!"

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"Kio was so nice to us" Youji smiled, Natsuo nodding at their big brother. Both adjusted their black striped fedoras which matched the black suits they wore.

"Guys, we need to be quiet when Soubi's presenting" Ritsuka stated as other people surrounded the exhibit.

"Ohoho Rit-ka-kun is taking charge" the other sacrifice teased.

A museum representative came to the front, "Everyone, please be seated so Soubi-san may begin". Ritsuka and the brothers sat in front.

"Don't worry Sou-chan I'm here!" Kio called, weaving through the spectators. The disheveled university student sat beside Ritsuka, who covered his laugh.

When everyone had settled, Soubi started "This collection of my artwork is titled Loveless"...

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"This means you're a pro now Sou-chan! Better give out your phone number and e mail address, I already people saying they wanna buy some of your work. That reminds me, you also gotta think of prices."

"I'm not selling any painting here Kio." Soubi responded in a normal volume.

"But why Sou-chan? You could make so much money."

His friend responded with nothing, but a smile at Ritsuka.

"Ah that's it, you can recreate them, or even sell ones that are similar. We could even make a website, or a shop in town."

"Who would want your art?" Zero stated in unison.

"That sounds like a good idea, you could sell Kio's art too" Ritsuka gave his input.

"Oh Rit-chan!" Kio grinned, patting him on the shoulder, "You're a great kid!" He walked to the parking lot, Natsuo and Youji followed him, calling teasing, and obscene remarks.

"Amazing artwork Soubi-san" a woman complimented, pausing a moment beside the two.

They turned, Anna stood in a long turquoise dress with a pattern of violets around the waist beside. She smiled, then took Damian's hand, and continued down sidewalk.

"This counts for our visit to an art museum" her boyfriend said, wearing a gray shirt over dark brown slacks. "What nooo I wanna visit the Dallas Museum of Art, it has the world's largest collection of Islamic artwork."

"It's in Texas? I wouldn't have thought."

They climbed into a van. "Why did we have to bring them along?" He asked, indicating everyone who helped with the interview.

"They're my associates" Anna stated, imitating a British accent.

Sighing in annoyance as the fuss and arguments began, Damien took them to their next location.

Poof

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The end

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Thank you for all of your support! I enjoyed writing this fic, and hope you liked this final chapter.

See you next time dears :)

A/N: I've never been one for painting (ceramics for me 3), so pardon if I made some mistakes in the descriptions.