a/n: I decided to add this final part. It is more of an epilogue. Thank you very much for reading my fic. Thank you also for the reviews! I hope you, guys, enjoy this one. This is the final installment of my second biography fic. I'm planning to make the next one. Hope to 'see' you guys then!

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Flight 317 will land in Omedetto airport in approximately five minutes. Please fasten your seat belts. Thank you." The pilot informed us through the speakers.

The flight attendants fastened their seatbelts a few seconds after they heard the voice of their captain. The children sitting in front of me grew anxious because of the long duration of the flight. And even though they spent of the time in the flight playing, they still were bored and at the same time excited to get off the plane. I put the book was reading down and placed it inside my briefcase. My bottom felt sore, and who would not be for sitting very long. I held on to my seat. Though I had flown on a plane and landed safely many times, I always feel uncomfortable, to the extent that I am terrified, every time the plane I am riding in lands. I am nervous. I know. Ever since I was a child, I had a phobia with landing planes, but surprisingly not the take off.

And thankfully, the plane was able to land safely and the passengers were already getting down the plane. Before I went to the loading and unloading bay, I decided to go to the men's room to fix myself a bit. I looked quite a mess when I got the plane. The flight attends looked worried when they saw leave the plane. My face grew a bit pale and sweaty. I wanted to freshen myself up. My wife would be worried if she saw like this.

I washed my pale face in the lavatory. I looked at myself in the mirror after flushing my face with water. I felt the face of the man from the book materialize before me in the mirror. I suppose this the effect of my phobia of landing. I looked at my exhausted hazel eyes. I need some sleep, I told myself. I shook my head to remove the unwanted thoughts. I immediately fixed my brownish hair into a presentable look, the one that my wife would find respectable. I fixed my necktie and my jacket. I grabbed my suitcase and continued my way.

I hailed a cab and told him the street of my house. I was basically in hurry knowing that she would want me to be home as early as possible. Well, it was our anniversary.

While in the cab, I searched inside my pockets making sure that I still have my present for her. It is a simple pair of snail-shaped earrings that is blue in color. I bought it from a jewelry shop that sells a lot antique ornaments at a very high price. My wife likes things with history. My present for her last year was a necklace with a little blue crystal as a pendant that was said to belong to a ruler during the ancient times. And I know she will like this one. The merchant said that it was worn by a powerful man. It was suppose to be a gift for his wife, but sadly the wife died. Yes, I think she will really like this one.

I remember again the book I was reading in the plane. Orochimaru? I tried to recall all the terms concerning this man. I have decided that I will check out more about him, how he was portrayed in history books. And if my memory serves me correct, this man was one of the catalysts of the Last Great War. I read that he died when his flying machine crash landed into his enemy's main base. It weakened his enemy leading his troops to victory, but whether he did it on purpose or not, nobody knows.

And to my amazement, that same man wrote the book I was reading a while ago. This book is the door to open the past of this man's life because there has never been any account that gave a lot of detail about his life, not even in Konohagakure accounts, the supposed village from where he grew up. And this book will answer almost all the secrets of this famous but mystical figure.

"Sir, where do we stop?" the driver asked several times trying to catch me attention.

Eventually, I noticed him when we exactly reached my home, that is. I gave him a twenty and told him to keep the change. He braked a few meters away from my doorstep, but I did not mind. Heck, it was my fault anyway. I thank him and I got off the cab.

I rushed to the doorstep, took my key, and quickly opened my door. I was very excited to see my wife; her long wavy hair and her deep set of almond bluish-black eyes. She was already pregnant with our son. And she is already growing more and more beautiful each time I laid my eyes on her. I placed my coat on the rack and wiped my shoes on the rug, took my present from my pocket, and put my suitcase aside.

"Odette honey, I'm home!" I yelled with so much enthusiasm.

She immediately came running from upstairs towards me. She smiled, hugged, kissed, and greeted me. It really made me very happy. I felt as light as a feather. I gave her my present that made her eyes sparkle with so much joy. She immediately put it on. She led me to the dining room. And there, all sorts of dishes were served on the table. She really put a lot of effort into it. We sat down and we began to chat.

And as we were lying in bed, I remembered again the story of that man. He had a sad life, I think. Was he satisfied or happy when he died? I recall the cycle of reincarnation. Did he live again? If he did, is he enjoying his life? What about his wife? Did he ever see her again?

The book laid open in our room lit only the moon. It was dark. I was still awake, but my wife was already sleeping. I saw the last line of the diary of the man. The last page flipped back and forth but still I manage to make out the words. I read it a few times but I did not understand what it meant. I smiled and went to sleep. And I said to myself, maybe that's it.

"Have you noticed that in life what appears to be the end of something is really a new beginning?"