Disclaimer: I don't wanna and I'm gonna have one last fight.

Nowaki: Oh just say it

Chey: Hell no.

Nowaki: Hiro-san, she won't say the disclaimer!

Hiroki: *holds up large book, not bothering to look up*

Chey: Ack, okay okay, don't throw it. I own nothing. For the last friggin time. *smiling blissfully*

Nowaki: Good girl.

Chey: Kay, everybody, enjoy the epilogue.

Three months later…

Nowaki grinned at his little brother across the table from him in a small café in his home prefecture. Nowaki had grabbed a train up there on Miroku's rest day to get to know the boy a little better. He'd done this twice since they'd met and it wasn't getting old.

Miroku took a sip of some overly sweet fizzy drink and put it down. "So, how are you and Kamijou-san?"

"We're good. Hiro-san got a promotion and so he's really busy."

"Oh, what is he?"

"A professor at Mitsuhashi University."

"Oh, cool. So if I go there and take his class, you think he'll give me an A?"

Nowaki laughed. "Not likely. He's a bit violent with his students. He probably won't flunk you though."

"Man, that's lame."

"Maybe you should focus on getting into a good high school first."

"Hey, maybe I should try to get into a high school in Tokyo, and then I can stay with you!"

"Mother would kill you if you tried that."

"Aniki, Mom will let me if you say it's okay."

"Ha. Let it go, kiddo."

"Ugh fine."

"But still, if you study really hard and get a scholarship, you can go to a private high school in Tokyo and come over on the weekends."

"Thanks, bro."

"You're welcome."

Nowaki sipped his coffee and watched Miroku smile and look happy to be there. He was happy. He had expanded his family. Now he had a mom, a brother, a step-father and, of course, his Hiro-san. He couldn't possibly be happier.

…Three years later…

"Why the hell does he have to stay here?" Hiroki snapped as Nowaki and Miroku came in carrying boxes.

"Because the scholarship doesn't cover room and board. I thought this would be perfect and Mom agreed." Nowaki had finally progressed to actually calling Watani-san Mom, although he still called Miroku's father Watani-san.

"But Nowaki! How are we supposed to have se—" he stopped short.

"Is that what you're worried about?" Nowaki asked with a smirk. Hiroki blushed.

"Oh, I don't care!" Miroku said cheerfully. He'd tolerate anything to be able to live with his Aniki.

What's wrong with this kid? Hiroki sagged, giving in. He knew it was only a matter of time before he got sick of listening to them.

"I'm gonna go get the last box." Miroku turned and left, leaving Nowaki alone with Hiroki.

Nowaki swung an arm around the smaller man. "I feel like we have a kid now. It's so nice."

"Yeah, a teenager who will probably hit rebellion in about a month and leave us to take the fall with your mother."

"You don't know that that will happen for sure."

"It will."

Nowaki kissed him softly. "You worry too much."

"You don't worry enough." Nowaki just smiled and kissed him again.

Miroku walked in. "Here's the last box—uh." He was completely forgotten by the two necking me in the living room. He set down the box and quietly fled to the park. Let them get it out of their systems now. He'd yell at them later.

He hit the park and dropped into a seat next to a young man. "Hey, I'm new in the area. You know any good places to hang out for teens?"

"I'm twenty-one, kid."

"Really? You look like you're seventeen."

"Gee thanks."

"Sorry," Miroku laughed awkwardly. "I'm Watani Miroku."

"Takahashi Misaki. It's nice to meet you."

Miroku smiled. "Same here. I think living in Tokyo is going to be fun."

Misaki snorted. "Just keep thinking that."

"What?" he asked, indignant.

"Nothing. I hope you enjoy living here."

"I will." Miroku stared up at the sky, a blissful smile on his face. "Definitely."

The End.

There it is. I have been working on this for more than a year and it's finally finished. Thank you everybody for all your lovely reviews:) let the sun shine on your happy days…if you're a vampire, then let darkness and evil fill your emo unlives.

Thanks for reading:)

~Chey