Epilogue

The Tokyo Explosion never happened, was prevented, by a terrorist group known as EPR. Misaki, upon failing to kill BK-201, had subsequently disappeared. Hourai lamented that he had invested so much in her, only to have her stolen from his organization last minute. He wondered if she had turned traitor or simply died, and frankly, he hadn't cared. What could Kirihara possibly accomplish on her own? He had made sure Hei would never trust her by setting up the therapy sessions shrouded in layers upon layers of deception. So he turned his mind to other matters, like the eradication of all contractors and dolls from the world.

Except, maybe he should have paid more attention to Kirihara after all. When Dr. Schroeder began the count down, BK-201 appeared on screen, UB-001, a doll, and a woman resembling Kirihara next to them. He had promptly shot Eric Nishijima in the head for being such a disgrace, but instead of running, somehow, a black cat had found its way onto his head, ripping his eyes from their sockets. And now…he was in jail, blind, and depressed.

As for Hei and Misaki, they were alive and well. They were rumored to be living together, with a cat and a young silver-haired woman as housemates, and an older man who swung by from time to time. But no one really knew where they lived, and they intended to keep it that way. They only arrived to and from work, at the Alma Institute that Kanami had cofounded, to rehabilitate dolls who had been employed the world over. People took it in stride that Misaki Kirihara was alive, and with a man, no less, as stranger things were known to happen when the Gate was involved.

The end.

A/N: Thank you so much for bothering to read this story! I hope it somewhat helped to give some of you closure...I'm working hard on writing Moonstone right now, another Hei/Misaki story. Consider checking that out when you're done here! There can never be enough Hei/Misaki in the world and each and every way Hei gets unmasked makes me smile.

Best, Bleu Tsuki