Epilogue! Nooooooooooooo! *Sob* I think I'll skip the ranting and get on with it.

Last Disclaimer of this story: I do not own Tsubasa. I wonder if I'll ever miss saying that.

Four years later…

"Sir, I'm afraid you can't sit here if you don't order anything!" yelled the waiter indignantly.

"I freakin' told you! I'm not ordering until the others arrive!" a tall, dark man with demonic eyes retorted. He was losing his patience, and everyone around him could see that. They were just smarter than the waiter in front of him now.

"But this is a café, not your stupid house! If you want a seat, then you must order! C'mon, at least order a drink, either for yourself or your friends!" The young man was growing tired. This dark man was really stubborn.

Kurogane snorted. "Tch, fine then. Coffee, black, no sugar and milk. Can your stupid brain register that?" he said sarcastically. The waiter's face turned a few shades red but decided to remain silent. Filled with frustration and anger, he stomped back into the café, ignoring the glances from surrounding guests. The moment he disappeared, their heads turned to stare at him.

"What are you looking at?" he snapped at them, the same moment they tried distracting themselves. Growling, the gruff man crossed his arms and leaned back against the chair. What a day. The idiot had gotten himself sick with a cold this morning and he ended up spending the best of the whole day taking care of the blonde. On his way here the gruff man was stuck in a 2 hour jam because another idiot was too kind to let a 90 year old lady to cross the road, which resulted in an accident that lasted for almost 3 freaking hours, and the moment he arrived here, a third idiot who couldn't keep his thoughts to himself bombarded him with questions that almost driven him up to the wall. Almost. He really thought the day couldn't get any worse.

Grumbling, he reached into his pockets and whipped out his Ipod and listened to Daniel Powter's song: 'Bad Day'.

You have a bad day,

You're taking one down
You sing a sad song just to turn it around
You say you don't know
You tell me don't lie
You work at a smile and you go for a ride
You had a bad day
The camera don't lie
You're coming back down and you really don't mind
You had a bad day
You had a bad day

… Stupid song with so many 'you's in it. Fuck it.

"What are you doing?"

Kurogane's eyes snapped open. Two familiar figures were sitting themselves on the vacant chairs before him. Both faces mirrored the other, and the only difference between the faces were that one of them had a hard 'MINE' look on his face while the other's was far softer.

… They were much older than before. And they've grown.

Kurogane couldn't help but stare at their faces. They looked old with wrinkles on their faces, and were much more mature than they were last seen. Although they were still as slim and pale as before, the aura they emanated was harder than it have ever did. Apparently, the twins must have been through quite a lot ever since he last saw them. There was even a slight note of exhaustion in their voices, like they were tired of living any longer. It almost saddened and disgusted Kurogane that a life could be wasted away just like this.

"So… how's it been these past few years?" he asked, opting for conversation since the two didn't seemed to want to start one (one was scowling and the other fidgeting in his seat).

"Well… not as smooth as we liked to have it," Subaru replied after a while, scratching his head. "The Mafia's looking for us, and we've got to run from place to place, you know. Sometimes Yuuko offers us a hideout once in a while, but we prefer not to be in her dept. There were so many close calls… and sometimes we got into messes we could have prevented," he said dully, shaking his head. "All and all, a really rough life, but we're adjusting," he suddenly chirped with a small smile, as memories flooded back into his mind. "Oh! And I met this guy on the streets the other day! He's sooooooo cute, and we're dating now!" he finished with a squeal.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO DATE THAT DISGUSTING PERVERT, DIDN'T I?!" Kamui roared suddenly and sprang to life, attracting a few unwanted attentions from the surrounding.

"Aw… but Kamui, he's such a nice guy! Cute, adorable, kind, charming, honest, sweet and oh-so-handsome he is!" he said, swooning. "And he has such a cute-looking ass…"

"SHUT UP! ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU'VE BEEN STARING AT HIS ASS THE WHOLE TIME?!" Kurogane opted to cover his ears and started concentrating on the stupid song instead.

"You know, Seishiro isn't the only pervert around," Subaru stated flatly.

Kamui heaved and panted, grabbed his chest as if trying to squeeze his heart out and slammed his face on the table hardly. The waiter – who'd just appeared with Kurogane's coffee – made a small 'eep' sound.

"Is… is your friend alright?" he eyed Kamui uncertainly while offering the red-eyed man his coffee.

"Yeah, just ignore him. He just has a bad day. Oh, and I would like to order two martinis: one shaken and one stirred." The waiter nodded at Subaru and hurried off, probably drowning himself in self-pity to have the misfortune serving the most insane customers he ever had that was causing a racket in the café.

"I'm cursed…" muttered Kamui, taking deep gulps of air. "… To have the misfortune to be your brother…"

"Don't bother him," Subaru said simply, turning towards Kurogane. "He's just angry because if I start making out with Seishiro that'll make both of us equals!"

"WH-WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT?!" Kurogane could see a few customers leaving, glancing fearfully at their direction. It won't be a few minutes before they were chased out of the café if this continued, he could be sure of that.

"Don't think I haven't noticed? You've been making out with his brother, Fuuma! Seishiro and I saw it a fair few times too, when you were both too indulged in your… erm… activities," he coughed. Kamui's face was practically purple with rage, but his brother ignored him easily and turned to Kurogane once again who was trying to avoid his eyes. "So enough about us! How are you? And are the kids alright? I heard you adopted them."

Kurogane snorted. "They're a pain in the neck. The kid's possessive of the girl and actually punched a few kids in school for flirting with her. The girl's obsessed with the kid and got into a number of catfights out of jealousy when the kid talks to other girls. And they both freakin' like each other and they're just too shy to admit it!" Kurogane shook his head. Seriously, children can be so stupid and naive at times. Well, if you liked somebody, then tell the truth before it's too late, that was what he learned. Even Fai was losing his patience with their constant behavior.

Subaru chuckled. "Well, let them come on their own. They'll admit it to each other one day. Maybe you can help them by giving some family 'talks' and listening to them." He chuckled evilly, which painfully reminded him of Tomoyo when she started cackling like an insane witch. The large man snorted again. "Yeah, right. Keeping them in the house is already one hell of a business. I'll leave that to the idiot."

The twins' gaze softened considerably at that moment. Both of them looked incredibly sad, and Kurogane felt his heart tug. All this while when he was having such a great (and not great) time with the blonde, far away they were, running and suffering on his behalf without forgetting, being so close to him yet so far. The longing, unlike the one he had on Fai to be with him, could never be fulfilled. No matter how hard they wished, the twins could never be with the one they cherished.

"How is he?" asked Kamui quietly, his gaze never meeting Kurogane's. The table was suddenly very silent. A few customers even turned their heads to see what was wrong.

"He's fine," he replied. "He's happy and not bothered at all by the blanks in his memories."

"What about his health? Have you been taking care of him properly?" The fiercer twin hissed, his golden eyes piercing him, trying to gauge anything he was hiding.

Kurogane met him with an equally fierce glare. "He's sick with a cold now, but he'll be fine. And what makes you think I can't take care of him properly?" he challenge. How dare they doubt his sincerity of loving and caring for the blonde. Were they accusing him for abusing him? He loved Fai, for goodness sake! Hadn't be proven his love towards him 4 years ago?

Subaru looked and noticed his anger before laughing meekly. "Sorry… it's just; it's been such a long time. We might be his guardians, but it was always Ashura who knew what to do." This time, a pained expression crossed his face. "He was always so protective of him, and always knew what to do and how to act in different situations. He knew how to take care of Fai and was such a wonderful father figure, despite his tough exterior. And he was always so kind to Fai…" he said, eyes dark as memories fleeted across his mind of times long gone. "He was such a good man…" he whispered.

At the mention of Ashura, he felt something akin to respect and sympathy to the dead man. The memory of Fai so obsessed over him and the look on his face whenever thinking or talking about him was enough for the gruff man to imagine how great a man Ashura was. But now, all his efforts hadn't got the reward it deserved. The one he had took care and protected with his life had forgotten him for God knows how long. It must hurt a damn lot to be forgotten by the one you loved, judging by the way the twins reacted. There was no other more insulting thing to your memory when your memory doesn't even exist in your most precious person's head!

Damn the world. Damn that stupid guy and his stupid wish. Talk about unsung heroes.

"I think we better leave," said Subaru, standing up and dragging his pouting brother with him. "We've better not be out in public places too long a time." To his surprise, the man walked over to him and hugged him tightly, conveying all his wishes and hopes through this hug.

"Please, I beg you. Take care of him. We might not have another chance to meet again; our lives are just so turbulent. If that happens, please remember to love him with all your heart, and never lose or abandon him until his time. Be there for him when he needs you and love him as much as he loves you. If not, I swear I'll rise from the grave and haunt you for the rest of your life," he whispered into his ear, before standing up once again. Kamui looked at him with warm trust and a cold warning in his eyes.

"Goodbye, Kurogane-san. It's been a pleasure to meet you again."

The gym teacher stared at their retreating backs until they were gone. Slowly, in a dazed state, he stood up, paid the money for the coffee (without drinking it) and left.

He could only hope for the best.

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"Kurogane-san! You're home!" Sakura greeted him cheerily the moment he stepped into their home. Syaoran was reading a book in a corner and Sakura smelled distinctively of roses.

"Have you two been taking care of him?" he asked.

"Yup!" Sakura chirped. "He's been sleeping the whole time you were gone, and his fever had gone down a little too," she said, looking triumphant and satisfied.

"Good girl," he complimented, giving both kids a ruffle on their hair before climbing the stairs and retreating to the room he and Fai shared, shutting the door behind. The room smelled for soup and medicine, and was slightly hotter and darker than normal with the curtains drawn to help the blonde sleep. But the sight of his lover froze him on the spot with terror.

Fai was crying, his body crouched in a sitting position as he rubbed his eyes in an attempt to dry the tears coursing down his beautiful face. The larger man quickly rushed to his side and held him in his arms, cradling the distraught man close to his chest. Fai held on to him, his body trembling and shaking as he sobbed. Kurogane raised his arms and stroke blonde locks gently, comforting him.

"What is it?" he soothed the crying blonde who has calmed down somewhat. "Did you have a bad dream?"

Fai lay in his arms, silent for a long moment as he recalled his dream. Soon after, the smaller man spoke, his voice quavering. "It's not very clear now…" he said slowly. "But it was a wonderful dream."

"I saw my father."

Inwardly, Kurogane jerked in shock. What the hell… has he remembered him? He thought … he couldn't be sure. It might not be his true father, or Ashura. He had to make sure. "How does he look like?" he asked softly.

"Well, he had long, black, silky hair, and stared at me so kindly. He had the faint smell of gunpowder on him too," he whispered gently, and looked up to Kurogane, face cradling the smallest and sweetest smile the man had ever seen him wore, and this one reached his eyes. "I mean, I know it could just be a dream, but I think that was what he looked like," he said thoughtfully.

Kurogane didn't say anything. He just hugged him tighter.

"And he held me so gently."

-Owari-

SOB! It's all over, this story!

First, THANK YOU everyone here for reading/reviewing/favorite-ing/alert-ing/giving ideas and advices to my story, even though there were a hell lot of mistakes in it. (Shrugs) It was my first try on real multi-chapter fics.

Secondly, I'm pretty depressed that this story is over. So PLEASE, if you think this epilogue is lame and sucky, don't go yelling me about it. Personally, I wanted to keep it simple and bittersweet and bring back memories of other characters.

Lastly, if anyone bothers to know (smiles sheepishly), my next fic (based on the manga Voices of a Distant Star cough-MUSTREAD-cough) won't be out until at least the end of May. I'm busy and have a lot to polish on my writing, so until then I won't be writing here at all.

See you soon! =)