A/N: Due to the popularity of this story and all the wonderful reviews I have received regarding it, I am proud to present you all with the final piece: the epilogue. Thank you all for the support and time you spent reading this fanfic. I am so grateful to all of you, and hope to bring you more reading material in the near future. Arigatou gosaimasu to you all.
Tsukishiro Ayame R.
DISCLAIMER: The basis for this fanfiction, Fruits Basket, and all its characters, are not mine. They are the creation and property of the illustrious goddess Natsuki Takaya-sensei, and all credit for the actual manga and anime series should be given to her.
WARNING: This fanfiction has been rated M, but you won't see any ingredients in this chapter. Lol.
EPILOGUE
Four years had passed since Honda Tohru, Sohma Kyo, and Sohma Yuki had graduated high school. Sohma Akito was still alive and very much pleased with all the new friends he had been able to make in the few years he had opened his heart.
The sky was a gloriously clear blue, the sun was shining down upon the whispering grass, and a soft breeze tickled the white banners and petals of calla lilies that had been wrapped throughout a mahogany trellis. Cream colored sashes were tied to seats and gold ribbons played in the breeze from atop the gazebo that had been erected. An orchestra played soft preludes as all the guests filed into their seats and smiles were seen on almost every face in the park. The one face that held an expression other than that of pure joy was the face of none other than Sohma Kyo.
"Stop fussing over me!" the orange-haired twenty-two year old was exclaiming, pushing his cousins off of him and scowling at his "father," Sohma Kazuma, as he adjusted his tie for the umpteenth time that afternoon. "I get that you're all excited, but give some room to breathe, damn it!"
Sohma Yuki sighed at his cousin's antics and adjusted his own tie. "Really, Kyo, you should act your age for once. You're not a child anymore."
"Who made you king, eh?" Kyo snappishly replied, balling his fists. "I'll kick your ass here and now, you damned rat!"
"Boys, boys!" Sohma Shigure shouted, laughing. "Come now, it's your wedding day! Can't you two at least pretend to get along, just this once? We are surrounded by delicate flowers! Beautiful, underage girls! Just think of…" Shigure's speech was suddenly cut short as both Yuki and Kyo landed blows to the back of his head.
"Perverted dog," they murmured.
Honda Tohru was having troubles of her own back at the house. Martinez Yue, Uotani Arisa, Saki Hanajima, Sohma Rin, Sohma Kagura, and Sakuramoto Kitsune were all bustling about trying to get ready while Tsukishiro Ayame spent hours in the bathroom.
"MOM!" Yue shouted, "Other people need to use the mirrors, too, you know! You're not the only one who needs to look prim and proper today!"
"Her waves are telling me that she feels she's the only one who needs to use an entire bottle of Olay Definity, today, though," Hanajima stated, a rare smile gracing her delicate features.
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An hour (and a lot more yelling) later, everyone was finally assembled at the park. All the Sohma parents were present, and Akito had even brought a female companion along. The orchestra struck up the wedding march, and the engaged parties began to file down the aisle, making their way to the altar.
On the groom's side stood the best man, Sohma Momiji, Sohma Hiro and some friends from school to act as groomsmen, and the six grooms: Sohma Hatsuharu, Sohma Yuki, Sohma Kyo, Sohma Shigure, Takano Kyohei and Sohma Kureno. The bride's side was made up of Tsukishiro Ayame as Matron of Honor, Sohma Kagura, Sohma Kisa, and a few of Yue's friend's from the states as bridesmaids, and, of course, the brides themselves: Sohma Rin, Martinez Midori, Honda Tohru, Saki Hanajima, Martinez Yue, and Sakuramoto Kitsune.
The ceremony was long and (in Kyo's opinon) tedious, but nearly everyone shed a few tears when it came time for exchanging of the rings and the kisses. When it came time for the first dance, all the couples were escorted to the center of the open field and the orchestra struck up a most melodic tune. It was truly a beautiful sight. The brides' dresses shone in the sunlight; white, cream, and ivory fabric swishing about as the sun's rays dances off of rhinestones and glimmering jewels. The grooms were dressed to impress, as well. Each one wore an ivory tuxedo with gold vests and cream colored ties that reflected light just as well as their partner's rings. The field was alight with the sparkling rays of ten rings and five glimmering diamonds. The smiles that graced each face were just as beautiful, and all who looked upon the scene could swear that it was a fairy-tale dream come true for the five beautiful brides and handsome groomsmen that joined hands in marriage that day.
Kyo looked into the eyes of his new wife and felt as though nothing in the world could go wrong. Her sapphire eyes held the warmth of a thousand fires and he knew that he was in heaven. Tohru smiled up at him, feeling exactly what he was feeling. Nothing would ever tear them apart.
The same could be said for all the other couples that had just been blessed with holy sanctimony. Kitsune and Kureno, Hanajima and Shigure, Rin and Hatsuharu, Yuki and Midori. They were all in bliss, and nothing would ever change that.
On the other side of the world, on the sunny beaches of Honolulu, Sohma Ayame and his bride, Takako, were basking in the glory of their own wedding. Ayame was highly upset that he was missing out on his brother's wedding day, but he knew he would get countless photos and know all about it once he called Sohma Hatori. Ayame and Takako had decided to get married on the same day as everyone else, but they were stuck in Hawaii because Ayame's clothing business had finally took flight and the newlyweds were busily setting up a fashion show that would take place that weekend on Big Island.
I'll give Yuki his wedding present then, Ayame thought, as he watched his wife tailor some evening gowns with the assistance of his helper, Mine. Yuki and all the others had promised that they would attend the fashion show.
It looked like things were perfectly normal in the world of the Sohmas and those they came to love.
A/N: Love to all of you, and I hope to pleasure you with more stories in the future.
Tsukishiro Ayame R.