Hey guys, so this is it.

I'm sad this is ending but it's not over yet. There is still more of Osamu and the gang to come in Samu-chan's Misadventures.

The date I'll be posting the first chapter is at the bottom.

I hope you enjoy this last chapter, and you guys are all just so amazing.

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Epilogue

(Eight Years Later)

A woman stood in front of a stone.

She was a beautiful woman with her long brown hair and wild green eyes.

Those eyes looked like they could kill you with just a glance. But they were also warm, far warmer than the chilly Spring air she stood in, anyway.

Rubbing her hands up and down her arms the woman shivered. She didn't startle when she hears someone speak though, she had felt him coming.

"You really shouldn't be out here, Kita." A deep voice said, "Not in your condition."

Green eyes turned until they locked on the figure who had spoken. He looked so much like his father now, even going as far as to grow a short goatee.

"I'm not an invalid, you know." Kita said, and even if her voice was disapproving she was smiling. The woman turned around to reveal her very round stomach. "I'm just pregnant, Shika."

"Still, if anything happened to you I would be the one getting killed by Momiji."

This made her laugh as she slowly approached him. "Well then we might as well head back then, before we're late."

The two began their trek back through the woods and into the village. "I miss it." Kita said suddenly, causing the man beside her to blink.

"Miss what?"

"Going on missions, getting into dangerous situations… summoning my wolves." The last part was said bitterly, and Shikadai tried not to laugh, but a smirk did curl on his lips. "You know Momiji said no chakra usage when you're so close to your due date."

"Momiji's a brat."

"Momiji is Sakura-sama's apprentice." Shikadai corrected. "So I think he knows what he's talking about."

The two made their way through the streets, and finally reached a small house. Kita could feel a bunch of chakra signatures in and around the back of the house, "Oops." She mumbled. "I guess we're late after all."

They were supposed to be celebrating Sarada's Hokage Inauguration. Just a close knit thing instead of the village wide party.

"Whatever." Shikadai grunted.

Suddenly a flash of midnight blue came barreling out of the house. "Auntie! Auntie!"

Kita laughed when she saw little Mamoru run out of the house and stop before her. "Mama said you're late and Papa said you better get inside and put your feet up!" His pupiless pink eyes stared up at her in all seriousness.

Kita thought the four-year-old looked cute.

"Of course, Mamoru-chan. Why don't you tell your Uncle Shika to stop being such a meanie to me?" "What!"

Pink eyes shifted to Shikadai and the poor man seemed to wilt. "So harsh, Kita." He muttered. Then he proceeded to be lectured by a ball of cuteness.

Kita giggled before making her way into the house. Himawari was running around the kitchen, poor girl looked about run ragged even with her mother helping and her husband holding their one-year-old daughter, Mikumi.

"Need any help?" She asked.

"No, no we're fine."

Mamoru scampered into the room with a completely chastised Shikadai following after him. She watched as he tried (and failed) to grab a roll off the table. Momiji may have his hands full but he was good at being a father.

The little boy pouted, but it didn't last long because another young child ran into the room. "Mamo-chan! Mamo-chan! We're late! Hurry up or we're gonna miss the ending!" Called the blonde girl, and Kita tried not to smile.

Inojin's kid was cute.

She was a year younger than Mamoru but you could already tell the little Yamanaka was going to follow him around like a puppy for a long time.

"Oh yeah!" Mamoru exclaimed. Then he proceeded to grasp her tiny hand in his, and the two disappeared further into the house.

"Late?" Shikadai asked, a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. "What are they late for?"

"I'll give you one guess." Momiji muttered. But he couldn't help the smile that curled over his face either. The two bluenette women in the room snickered behind their hands, and Kita groaned a little.

"Is he telling that god awful story again?" She asked. She knew her answer when Momiji just rolled his eyes at her. The medic was used to this by now.

"What can we say." Himawari giggled. "The kids love to hear it."

Kita huffed good naturedly before waddling her way further into the house, following the sounds of children chattering, and a soothing voice speaking.

As she got closer she could hear him finish off another sentence. She stopped right outside the door, closed her eyes, and just let herself listen.

"—and after that I was so shocked that my hand signs broke, and the seal was no longer active."

All the little children made sounds of awe at the tale the man was spinning. "Suddenly he was coming at me! I had nowhere to go and a hole in my chest…"

"But then Auntie jumped in and saved you!" Mamoru called out and all the rest began to chatter. The soothing voice chuckled and Kita smiled. She felt a few signatures come up behind her, and she turned to smile at the shinobi.

"Yes, I can safely say she did. Momiji couldn't heal me, and as I lay there dying I couldn't help but grin."

Blonde hair passed her vision as Momiji entered the room. "Yes I do believe your choice of words were "Look I've been impaled" I mean really?"

Kita giggled before she followed after her once teammate, feeling the other shinobi behind her file into the room as well. When her eyes landed upon the scene she was listening to the wild woman grinned. He was surrounded by little kids of all ages, both his nephews, and his cousin.

Kita could even see her oldest child sitting front and center, the three-year-old grinning.

"Yes, Osamu. Could you really not hold back your sarcasm."

Ice blue clashed with forest green and her husband smiled. "Hello, Love. Are you staying off your feet like the good doctor told you too?"

Before she could answer Shikaku's deep voice chimed in. "No, she hasn't. I found her out by the Memorial Stone this morning."

The Uzumaki man chuckled. "Well she's your wife too. I can't be expected to look after her all the time."

"Troublesome."

"Osamu-san, finish the story!" One of the children demanded, and his eyes focused on them. "Alright, alright." He smiled.

"There was fighting in the background, and I could hear wolves snarling." At that he glanced at Kita. "My body had gone numb from the chakra poisoning and I was losing too much blood. Momiji did his best to heal me, but he was still a beginner medic at the time."

Said blonde huffed, rolling his pink eyes. "If you had just shut up and stayed still. I might have done a better job."

"Maa, details." Osamu muttered. Everyone heard Himawari call out that the food was ready. All the kids groaned.

"The important thing is this." Osamu began to finish up. "Family is important, and you should do everything you can for them… but make sure you remember that your friends are just as valuable. If you need help don't be afraid to ask."

All the little kids called out "Hai!" In union before scampering off to get their dinner, Shikouta stopping to hug her before following the others, leaving the four adults in the room by themselves.

"They really love that story." The Uzumaki mumbled before standing up, his knees cracking beneath his weight.

"I'm still shocked you can tell it so easily." Momiji said as they all began their trek to the backyard. "Your shinobi career was ruined after that." The unspoken No matter how hard we tried to save it, was heard by all of them.

"It was hard at first. But I've grown used to not using chakra so it's fine."

Kita winced slightly at that. The woman still felt guilty every time she 'looked' at his chakra system. The Bijuu chakra overload should have killed him, but Osamu was an Uzumaki—if only half of one, and it simply mangled his chakra network beyond repair.

His chakra still flows enough to keep him alive, but his life as a shinobi was over, and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

He was in the hospital for six months recovering from not only that, but the stab wound to his chest that the hidden mud clone gave him. It just barely missed his heart, but they said over straining it might kill him.

So Osamu stopped being a shinobi. He gave his summoning contract (after much thought) to Hana. The young girl and her family had moved to Konoha shortly after, and Osamu became her not-so-teacher teacher.

To fill his time Osamu became a writer. He wrote all sorts of books ranging from fantasy lands with odd creatures called Hobbits and Dwarves, to mystical places called Neverland.

The Uzumaki said he did feel slightly guilty for ripping off the stories from his memories—and wasn't that a fun conversation—but not enough to stop writing them.

Three months after he got out of the hospital Kita and Shikadai got into a heated argument about who would be better suited to be with Osamu. They both loved him dearly, but neither one wanted to give him up.

Shinobi can be a touch selfish.

So when they finally confronted him about it he told them he refused to choose. Osamu loved them each in their own way, and it wasn't fair for either of them if he only picked one.

So their tentative relationship began.

It took them a while to figure how exactly the three of them could function together, they were still young after all, but eventually they got it down. Kita even learned to love Shikadai as well, and they were happy.

The only hiccup in the road was when the Nara clan demanded that an heir be born. Shikadai was the only child, and the next Head of the clan, so they needed to have a next in line.

All of it was fixed though. The three sat down and talked, then the next year Shikouta was born. He had Shikadai's hair and eyes, but his personality was completely Kita's, and the woman was excited for when he was old enough to get her wolf contact tattoo.

If he wanted it.

Later that night after the party died down, and everyone was home. The Uzumaki-Nara family sat in their house, enjoying the quiet. Shikouta was spending the night over at Mamoru's house, so it was just the three of them.

Osamu was scribbling away in his notebook, and Shikadai was sitting in front of a shogi board, while Kita sat back on the couch and daydreamed, rubbing her stomach.

Suddenly she felt an odd pressure, and winced at the sharp pain that followed. The two men heard her though, and were by her side in an instant.

"What's wrong?"

"Are you okay?"

She batted their fretting hands away, and sat still for a moment. When another pain came she nodded and turned to the two men.

"It's time."

Like a whirlwind, or maybe the whirlpool his birth name gives him Osamu had the bags ready. A shinobi he may no longer be, but Uzumaki Osamu was not useless.

In no time at all, Kita found herself sitting on a hospital bed clutching her husbands' hands tightly. This pregnancy was harder on her because there wasn't just one baby.

There were two.

What felt like hours of pushing and sweating and pain were finally rewarded when she heard the first cry of her little baby. The second cry following shortly after.

"Well Osamu, it looks like these ones are yours." Momiji chuckled, handing them to the parents after cleaning them off.

Two little girls sat bundled in pink blankets. They had midnight blue hair like their father, and Kita was sure if they opened their eyes, they would be the same shade of ice as well.

"What are you going to name them?" Shikadai asked, leaning over Osamu to get a better look at his pseudo child.

"Kimiko and Shiori" Osamu said quietly.

The Nara nodded. "Those are good names."

Kita just smiled,

"Yes," She agreed. "They are."

Fin.

That is the end my lovely readers.

I want to thank everyone who stuck with me through this, you all mean so much to me.

The first chapter of Samu-chan's Misadventures will be posted on Tuesday the 17th so check in for that if it's something you want to read. It will be mostly short side stories.

Also don't forget if there is a part of any of the characters' lives you want to see in that story P.M me or leave a Review, and I'll make a chapter out of it.

Once again guys thanks for reading.

Ja 'Ne!

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