Disclaimer
I do not own Hana Yori Dango in anyway. It all belongs to the original mangaka. D

Rants
I needed muse, and SxY was bugging me to write an epilogue... thus, this. xD
And I think, we need...

Dictionary
zutto - forever
hontoni - really
eien no ai - forever love

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The apartment was sort of small, but not that he minded

The apartment was sort of small, but not that he minded. In fact, seeing that it was full of Yuki's stuff and pictures, he really wouldn't have minded sitting in the living room all day just looking at the place.

But really, why settle for the picture when you can have the real thing?

A smirk curled his lips upwards as Soujirou got up from where he was lounging idle on the couch, and headed to the kitchen, his smirk turning in to a tender smile when he saw his girlfriend's familiar back facing him, her attention on the stove as she cooked up a storm for dinner. Silently, he treaded against the tiled floor of the small kitchen she had rented in the US for 3 years, and he laughed when he heard her squeal as he slide his arms around her waist, pulling her back towards his chest and nuzzling her neck.

"Sou-kun! Let me go! The fish is going to burn!" Yuki protested loudly, but her squeal's had melted in to laughter as she tried to pry Soujirou's arms off her half-heartedly.

"Like I'm ever going to let you go. And the fish is nowhere near burning. See?" he smirked, and waggled his brows at her as his fingers turned the gas stove off, extinguishing the fire, before he brushed his lips against her earlobe, and then her neck, smirking as he felt a shiver run across her body. He loved doing that to his Yuki.

"If I don't cook it soon, we're not going to have dinner." Yuki retorted, but her supposedly stern voice came out as something of a sigh as Soujirou started trailing kisses against her cheek, going towards her neck. "Sou-kun!" she tried to protest again, but that somehow turned to a light groan as Soujirou's tongue flicked out to tease her bare skin, and he chuckled when he heard her.

"How about changing the menu?"

"Eh?"

In one swift movement, he turned her around to face him, and then pressed his lips against hers, firmly holding her against him, before breaking off, and then whispered to her in a seductive, yet low whisper. "I'm going to have you for dinner."

"Nishikado-san!"

Wait. Nishikado-san?! Yuki didn't call him that.

"Nishikado-san!"

With a start, Soujirou jerked awake, and his eyes blinked rapidly, only to realize he was seated in his office, and his secretary was standing at his doorway, giving him an awkward look. "Nishikado-san, are you alright?" she asked, and Soujirou nodded, running his hands once through his hair, before asking. "What is it, Ooshiro-san?"

"The Akibara tea shop tycoons are here to discuss with you next month's Tea Ceremony. They'll be arriving in ten minutes."

"I'll be there by then."

His secretary nodded, and shot him one last curious look, before retreating. As soon as the doors closed, Soujirou's closed his eyes, and leaned forward to put his forehead on his mahagony table, his mind recalling every bit of his earlier daydream. Its been 2 years and 6 months, and Yuki still had another 6 months to go before she could come back to Japan. Soujirou went to visit her often enough, every festive season and every time he got a chance. In fact, his earlier dream was what he had done to her the last time he visited, but that was 2 months ago. Lately though, he hadn't got a chance to talk to her. For the past 2 months, he had only spoken with her 5 times, and each time a very short time.

Being celibate for 2 months was no easy task, at least not for Nishikado Soujirou.

But truth be told, Soujirou was getting worried. He knew Yuki was busy, since its supposed to be her last year and all, but still he couldn't stop his worry from sprouting. What if she got tired of him? Him and his obsessive ways. Not that he could help calling her so many times, till she finally gave up and gave stern instructions for him to wait for her to call him. But its been 2 weeks since her last call, and even that didn't last more then an hour.

She said wait for her to call me. She didn't say anything about visiting her, did she?

His head shot up when he thought of that, and a small smirk spread across his face as a plan formulated in his head. Picking up the phone on his desk, he began dialling the flight company, just as his door opened and his secretary peeked in again. "Nishikado-san?" She started, but a gesture from Soujirou shut her up, as the other line picked up, and he started speaking. "Two-way ticket to the States, tomorrow. I don't care if you don't have any more space, make space. Price doesn't matter." he firmly stated, and then smiled satisfyingly, before picking up his files.

"Ooshiro-san? Cancel all my meetings tomorrow. I'm going to US for the day."

--

Stepping in the huge Tweed-New Haven Airport, Soujirou was a little thrown off when he saw the sky was just getting a pink tinge of dawn at the US. But then again, after an 18 hour flight, he had a distinct feeling that in Japan, it was past the middle of the night, even if he had took a morning flight. Rubbing his stiff neck, he stretched his arms for a second, before smirking, and heading to where his US chauffeur was waiting. (The Nishikado's had a winter holiday cabin in US, and while a 3 storey mansion isn't exactly a cabin persay, they still had their staff there.) Soujirou knew Yuki attended Yale, and they only started class at 9. He'd have plenty of time with her before then.

Looking out of his window as his driver drove towards Yuki's place, it wasn't half an hour before he finally reached the familiar row of apartments, and smiled when he thought of surprising Yuki, three floors up. The moment he got out of the car though, his eyes widened when he saw Yuki on the doorstep, apparently opening the door for a rather handsome looking, blonde haired man. What the...? Soujirou wondered in his mind, as he checked the time in the car. Its not even 8 yet! What's she doing with a man so early in the morning? Soujirou wondered, and his mind immediately went in overdrive.

Whether he's been hanging out with Tsukasa too much lately, or he was just driven insane, he never did find out. But what he did know was that, the next second, he found himself standing in front of a very much surprised Yuki, and sending the sandy headed man sprawling on the ground with a punch of his own. "Sou-kun! What are you doing here?!" Yuki immediately gasped when she saw him, but her eyes widened when he punched the guy, and to Soujirou's surprise, she pushed him aside, before running towards the sprawling man.

"Jamie, are you okay? I'm so sorry. I don't know what got in to him! I swear, I'll talk to him later." Yuki started gabbing in English, as she helped the man up. Soujirou stood stunned at the side. She wasn't even welcoming him, and she was apologizing on his behalf?! That idiot was supposed to be the one apologizing! What the fuck was he doing with his Yuki so early anyway?

"I'm sorry Jamie, I'll speak to you in school later, okay? So sorry." Yuki said, as the man rejected her offer of going up to her place, and gave one last wary look at Soujirou, before hastening his path away. The moment he dissapeared from sight, Yuki turned on Soujirou, her lips set in a straight line and her eyes demanded explanation. "Nishikado Soujirou. I expect a legible explanation. Now." her tone dripped pure venom as she glared at him, but Soujirou met her glare head on with one of his own. "Who was he Yuki-chan? Its barely 7.30 in the morning! What are you doing with a guy so early?! And don't deny it, you were going to invite him in." he reinforced. Soujirou didn't want to believe it, but somehow his twisted logic made it seemed so wrong.

Yuki shot Soujirou a look of disbelief, her mouth gaped, before she asked in an incredulous tone. "After 2 years and 6 months, thats the trust I get? Oh very good Nishikado. Very good."

"Yuki! Tell me!" Soujirou grabbed her shoulder's and shook her, but the moment Yuki struggled, he dropped his hands, afraid of bruising her. Yet his demanding eyes never left her face, as he waited for a reply. Yuki looked up at him, before rolling her eyes, and let out a disdainful laugh. "Apparently, 2 years and 6 months means nothing to you, does it? You came all the way here just to come and tell me I'm cheating on you?" she paused, and waited for him to reply. But when none came, shook her head ruefully. "Leave, Sou-kun. Just leave."

"Yuki-chan!" Soujirou jumped forward, his hand grabbing her elbow to prevent her from leaving as she started for her house, but Yuki only shot him a glare, before forcefully yanking her arm out from his grip. "Leave, Nishikado." she repeated her earlier words, and then opened her door to enter. Before she closed her door however, she looked back at Soujirou again, and spoke. "And if you're intrested in knowing, his actually a tutor I hired to help me in my studies, since I chose to do an intensive course, and finish everything up earlier, going back to Tokyo three months earlier. Back to you." she paused, and gave him a rather disappointed look, before continuing. "But since you don't seem to like the idea, I'll just return 6 months later as planned." she bit out, and with those last words, she slammed the door, leaving Soujirou standing there stunned.

It took 5 minutes before reality sank in, and he stumbled against the wall, his dark eyes rather empty and soulless as he recounted her words. "I chose to do an intensive course, and finish everything up earlier, going back to Tokyo three months earlier. Back to you." He blinked, before closing his eyes, trying to dull the ache that had started in his chest. "What have I done..." his small whisper was tinged with regret and pain, as he slowly trudged back to his waiting car.

--
3 months later

Leaning back on his office chair, Soujirou closed his eyes and massaged his temples. Business was being hectic lately, especially at the start of spring, when everyone wanted the highest quality of tea for sakura viewing. Soujirou was driven to his breaking point, but it wasn't as if he had a choice. If only I had Yuki, everything will be bearable. Again, the same thought that had been consistently badgering him for the past 3 months surfaced again, and Soujirou groaned. But he knew it was true. If Yuki was around, somehow he'd be able to do everything. After that disastrous trip to the US, she had never called him, and he didn't have the guts to call her. She'd probably be too busy with her school work anyway. Or was she seeing someone...

Soujirou sat up sharply, and shoved that thought out of his mind. It pained him to think of that, as much as he wouldn't admit. Closing his eyes again, Soujirou sighed heavily, and returned to work. 'Ah yes. I need to go to Tsukasa's place later. He said he needed to discuss something with me.' Soujirou suddenly remembered, and rubbed his temples again. Tsukasa was getting more buoyant these days, and with the news of Tsukushi pregnant, the flamboyant force of nature was incontrollable. Soujirou sighed. 'Why must Rui and Akira dump me at a time like this?' he complained, but complied, and returned to his work.

--

Dark had already started to overcome evening when Soujirou arrived at Tsukasa's doorsteps, and he entered the living room as the maidservent hurried off to call her master, but everything in his world seem to spin to a halt when he saw the familiar dark locks, her laugh like music to his ears, his eyes fell on Yuki sitting on the couch with Tsukushi, laughing over some trivial matter that doesn't really matter to Soujirou at that time. She's here. His mind seem to fall in chaos, and when she finally noticed his presence, he wasn't even sure if he was breathing or not.

"Soujirou-san? Soujirou-san!"

Tsukushi's sharp voice brought his attention back to earth with a sharp jerk, but his eyes never left Yuki's rather confused expression, as he answered Tsukushi. "Eh? Er. Tsukasa asked me to meet him." he said a little hollowly, his eyes never leaving Yuki's frame. She too, was looking at him, but Soujirou couldn't decipher at all her expression. Was she still mad at him? Or did she completely forgot about him now? Did she still love him?

"Oi! Soujirou, get here."

His head turned sharply, forcefully yanking his eyes away from Yuki when he heard Tsukasa's voice, and he nodded, throwing one last look at Yuki's direction, before he followed Tsukasa to his office, his chest a little heavy. So she did come back in 3 months after all? Did that mean she continued on with that tutor? Or maybe she's with him now. Soujirou forced down the heavy gloom that hung over him as he sat before Tsukasa's desk.

--

Yuki watched him as he followed Tsukasa away, before sighing, and leaning against the couch she sat on in Tsukushi's living room. "Yuki-chan?" she heard Tsukushi ask, but shook her head. "Daijoubu." she whispered, but Yuki knew it wasn't okay. Even after she had practically chased Soujirou away that day, she still took that extra course, and finished it in 3 months. The 3 months was torturous, and the fact that she was fighting with Soujirou just made it worst. She had been waiting for him to call, but her pride didn't allow her to call him. 3 months, and not a single ring. 3 months of pure mental torture.

"Hontoni?" Tsukushi asked for reassurance, but Yuki just nodded. She didn't want to drag her friend in to this. Knowing Tsukushi, she'd probably end up going to scream at Soujirou, and then Tsukasa would get dragged in to this, and the last thing she wanted to do was to get Soujirou in a fight with one of his best friends. Their conversation went on for 10 more minutes, before Yuki finally decided she needed to get home. "Its late, Tsukushi-chan. I'll come see you next time. Besides, I need to get home and unpack my stuff anyway." Yuki told Tsukushi, as she was sending her out, but when she saw Soujirou step out of the study he had entered with Tsukasa, her senses dropped away in one fell swoop, and she found her pulse picking up when she saw his eyes zero in on her.

"I'll walk you home."

Yuki couldn't make a response. She knew both Tsukushi and Tsukasa were watching them closely, but somehow she just couldn't take her eyes off his face. "Ne, Ja, Tsukasa, Tsukushi." she heard him say, and the next thing she knew, she was walking next to him on the sidewalk. After a long while of silence, where Yuki kept fidgeting with her fingers behind her back, she finally asked. "Where is your car?"

"I told him to go home first. Its not safe to let you walk home alone at night." he said, and couldn't help the look he snuck at her. Just watching her walking next to him, but not holding her hand, felt awkward, but oddly reliefing. After 3 months of not even hearing her voice, today was like watching the sun rise for the first time after years of darkness. The wind was starting to pick up, and looking up, he saw dark clouds gathering. above. Was she cold? She wasn't wearing much. Did she want his coat? Somehow, Soujirou couldn't muster up the courage to ask. Looking at her again, he saw her wrapping his arms around herself.

Ah, fuck asking. He finally decided, and shrugged out of his leather jacket. Before he could even put it around her shoulder, however, his attention shifted immediately when he felt a fat drop of water fall on his shoulder. His steps halted, and he looked up, only to blink and started wiping his eyes when multiple raindrops fell on his face. Within seconds, they were standing in the middle of a storm, and Soujirou was getting soaked to the core.

"Sou-kun!"

Wait, what did she call him? He looked down at her, only to realize she was tugging at his arms. "Sou-kun, its raining! Get moving or you'll be wet through!" her voice yelled at him over the gale and rain. The name she called him shocked his numb senses enough to realize she too, was getting soaked. Without a second thought, he held the leather jacket over her head, and then nudged her forward, as both of them ran towards the nearest roofed enclosure they could find, which just so happened to be a bus stop.

"Sou-kun! You're wet! You idiot, why didn't you use that leather jacket!" he heard her reprimand, and chuckled when he heard the familiar tone in her voice. She always used her tone when she was annoyed at him for doing something stupid, but that tone also held worry, and Soujirou loved it when Yuki worried over him. Looking down at her, relief coursed through his veins when he saw that she was only slightly damp. The same couldn't be said for him sadly, but before he tended to his own sopping wet shirt and pants, he draped the leather jacket around Yuki's arms again, before proceeding to pull up the sleeves of his white shirt, and squeezing as much water out of it as possible.

"Sou-kun, baka. You're going to catch a cold by the time you get home." Yuki scolded, but only watched helplessly as he squeezed the rain water out of his shirt. She didn't want to risk touching him. Contact would only make her turn to a puddle of helpless want for him again. Yet Yuki couldn't stop worrying. The wind was biting cold, and with him being soaked through, he was definitely going to fall sick if he stood here any longer. Biting her lip, she started to remove the leather jacket from around her, but that was before his voice stopped her.

"Call me again."

"Eh?" Yuki looked up at him in confusion, only to find his eyes boring in to her. Something odd was in those eyes. Was it regret? Or was it... want?

"Call my name again."

"Sou-kun?" she asked, and almost realized her mistake immediately. Ever since that fight, she had only ever called him by his surname, and then by his name. It had been ages since he had last used her nickname for him. But she wasn't exactly given time to correct, since at the next second, she found herself swept up against him, his face nuzzled against her shoulder again as he whispered. "I'm sorry. Gomene, Yuki-chan. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions. I shouldn't have mistrusted you. I should've called you. These last 3 months without you has been hell. I swear, if I ever do that to you again, I'll get run over by a train, hit by a car, trampled by a..."

"Enough already!" Yuki said in panic when she heard him starting to curse himself, and yanked herself away to hold his face firmly in her hands, she brushed a soft kiss, a mere touch of lip against lip that left Soujirou craving for much more, and Yuki spoke. "As long as you're sorry, there's nothing to forgive, alright? Stop cursing yourself, or I'll blame myself if you ever..."

Yuki wasn't given a chance to finish her sentence. Before she knew it, Soujirou had crushed his lips on hers, the intensity of his kiss a result of 3 months penting up rage, desire and want for her. The force he used pushed her against the wall as her arms entwined around his neck, and his arms snaked around her waist, he pressed her possesively against himself. "No one... is ever... taking you away from me again." he managed to say between pants, when they broke away from air. Soujirou pressed forward again to press another kiss on her lips, before continuing. "Hear that? I love you, and you're staying with me till the ends of time."

Yuki laughed, and nodding her head, she lay on his shoulder, her heart singing with joy as she felt Soujirou pull her away from the wall she was pressed up against, to sit at the bench provided, he pulled her on to his lap, all the while refusing to loose contact. "Sou-kun baka. I missed you." Yuki murmured, after a minute or two of comfortable silence, all the while with Soujirou stroking her hair, his other hand holding her against him. He chuckled when he heard her words, and pressed a kiss against her hair, breathing deeply her familiar scent of daisies and sandlewood. "I missed you too. I'm sorry." Soujirou murmured in return.

"Iie. Daijoubu." Yuki replied, and pulled away from where she lay on his shoulder to smile up at him, pecking him on the cheek. Soujirou looked at her. He just looked at her, and even till now, he couldn't fathom why, or how, he would love a woman this much. The years of being a top-notch playboy with Akira, following his father's footsteps, was buried too deeply in him. But when he finally admitted his feelings for Yuki, he knew that monogamy, even for the notorious playboy Nishikado Soujirou, was possible. Possible, but only with Matsuoka Yuki, and no one else.

"I love you." he murmured.

"Zutto, zutto." she replied

"Eien no ai." he echoed, and both of them smiled, before Soujirou stood up, and tugged the leather jacket around her, before taking her hand. "C'mon, lets go home."

"Home? My home is three blocks away!"

"Mine is around the corner." Soujirou replied, waggling his brows playfully, and Yuki gasped. "Sou-kun!" she gasped, in a tone that definitely contained shock, and maybe a hint of shame. But Soujirou just smirked, and pressed a kiss on her forehead, before pulling her along a run. Running along in the rain was ridiculous. It was a stupid, idiotic act, and a waste of time. But with her, everything he did seemed worth it.

--

Stepping out of the bathroom in only a robe tied around his waist, he rubbed his hair dry and turned to look for Yuki, only to find her sitting on his bed, also in a plain bathrobe, her hair hanging damply around her face. Soujirou smiled to himself. She looked incredibly cute sitting there playing with her fingers, completely unsure of what to do. Sure, they had made love before, but it had always been in her apartment. This was the first time he brought her in his massive bedroom.

Smirking a playful smirk, he dropped his towel, before walking over to her, and his smirk widened when he saw a tinge of blush paint her cheeks as he sat next to her on the bed. Her head was held high, but her eyes were on everything but him. The paintings on his wall were intresting, sure, but what did she find so fascinating in staring at a picture of mismatched eyes and noses for 5 minutes?

"Yuki-chan..." he murmured slowly, as he draped his arms across her shoulders, his palms dangling in front of her chest, he held back a smirk, but couldn't help but laugh when he saw Yuki full out blush. Yuki's look turned incredulous when Soujirou started laughing, and she turned on him, disbelief filtering her features, before she jumped him and started pummeling him. But Soujirou's laughter continued, despite her hitting him on the chest. Not that it hurt anyway. His Yuki-chan wasn't that strong.

In one swift movement, he had moved up from where he had been lying beneath Yuki, and pinned her to the bed with his hands on her shoulder, his face dangerously close to hers, he could feel her breathe on his neck, and a wave of desire clawed at the pit of his stomach. He resisted the urge though, and merely kissed her lips chastely.

"Sou-kun?" Yuki couldn't resist asking, after they had let silence seep through them for more then a minute. Soujirou looked at her for a second more, before his look turned tender, and his hands slipped from her shoulders, to wrap around her waist, and he touched his nose to hers, before speaking. "Yuki-chan. Aishiteru." his whisper was soft, tender, and barely audible. But Yuki could hear the genuine sincerity in it, and her smile, though small, was warm and loving. It was the most beautiful thing, in Soujirou's eyes, and he'd have to be mad if he ever lets it go.

"Zutto. Eien no ai."

--

and thats it. R&R pls? Marshmallows!