So, here we are, the end of this story!

It's been a great ride, thank you for all of you out there that read and commented on this! Never did I write and finish a story this fast, it usually takes me years to finish even one! I guess it's just because I felt so inspired by the pairings that it felt so easy to write it… of course you peeps helped a lot too!

I give you THE WORLD and wish all of you well!

PS: Though it's not mentioned in the chapter, Delete is officially disbanded.

PS2: Since I found it a bit hard to describe how Tyki, Allen and Lenalee's outfits looked like, you can see pictures if you follow the link in my bio under Extra's

Tarot Card Meaning/ Chapter summary: The World Card represents a successful conclusion, all aspects accounted for and taken in. This card is not for little ends, but for big ones, important ones, ones that come with well earned cheers and acknowledgements. The Querent's hard work, knowledge, wisdom, patience, etc, will absolutely pay-off; they've done everything right. This is a wonderful card of wholeness, perfection, satisfaction and happiness.

EPILOGUE – THE WORLD

"Baby, you almost ready yet?"

The weather had cleared up significantly from the morose grey clouds and drizzling rain that had dominated the skies for the past few days, the air outside now warm and almost sweltering out with little wind, making it the perfect weather for a beach wedding.

Tyki scratched the top of his head carefully to spare his expensive haircut and leaned against the black banister of the stairs and looked up impatiently. "Allen!"

"Be right there!"

"We're going to be late!" Tyki yelled back, walking over to the small dresser and mirror that stood near the door. He picked up his watch from the small crystal bowl and put it on, fixing his cufflinks a moment later and checking his collar and ruche tie in the mirror. The seven golden buttons on each side of his mandarin style jacket glistened softly as he turned to the side to look at himself a last time as he waited for his significant other to finally descend the stairs.

He heard the door of their bedroom fall close in the distance and sighed in relief only to roll his eyes in an aggravated manner a bit later when Allen's footsteps ran back up the stairs and into their room again.

Outside, their chauffeur was hitting the horn of the car that was supposed to get them to Promise Beach for the wedding.

"What the hell are you doing up there?"

Footsteps thundered down the stairs then and Allen appeared a moment later, clutching a big rectangular gift box under his right arm. "I'm here already," he said calmly, brushing his hair back with a slight scowl.

Tyki sighed again and gave him a reprimanding look which Allen returned with an innocent one, albeit with his tongue stuck out. "Sorry," he then whispered when he saw that Tyki wasn't really amused.

"Come here," Tyki whispered gently, reaching for Allen's loose ribbon tie. He took the decorative black and white rhinestone pin out and put it in between his teeth, tightening the simple knot just enough.

Allen lifted his head and looked at him silently, admiring this man who'd been sharing his life for more than a year now and still managed to make him long for him like it was the very first time. They'd moved into this mansion after Black Order's West Coast Tour a month back, now officially living together.

Allen was happy and in love, having found support, a level of intimacy and of understanding that he didn't think was possible to have in a relationship. Just the fact that he could lose himself in Tyki to such an extent that he didn't mind about his own self amazed him at times because he'd never thought it to be possible for him to love someone so deeply and boundlessly again.

They understood each other completely and complemented each other perfectly and there wasn't a day that passed that he didn't wonder how he had made it so well.

Tyki placed the pin back in its place and his eyes met Allen's. He noticed that look again, the one filled with wonderment. It made him happy in a sense and he smiled a little. "You look great."

"I know, but so do you," Allen whispered back softly.

Tyki cracked another smile at that and kissed him softly. "Let's go?"

Grinning, Allen nodded and placed his hand in his when Tyki reached back for him and opened the front door.

A bulky man wearing a black suit greeted them and helped them towards the awaiting limo, constantly talking into his earphone as they went.

"I hope they've managed to keep the press out," Allen said, descending the steps in front of their house with a wary glance at the photographers lurking in the bushes across the street.

"They managed to keep them out at Miranda's wedding, so I would think so…" Tyki whispered back, pulling Allen closer as they approached the car.

"Please watch your heads, sirs," the bodyguard warned as they prepared to step into the car.

The drove in silence to the Hall of Commerce overlooking the beach where the ceremony was going to be held upon, stepping out in front of the building and into a rain of acclamations from the many fans that were waiting behind security lines to have a glimpse of the celebrity couple.

Tyki and Allen had become a popular couple ever since their individual spokespersons officially announced that they were seeing each other. Allen's trying times after Cross' death had evoked a lot of sympathy from the press and fans and both the showbiz and the fans were more than happy to find out that their favorite Black Order member was doing well again thanks to business mogul Tyki Mikk.

Right now, you couldn't find a couple more glamorous than the Poker Pair.

It was a nickname they'd been given because they'd both participated in celebrity poker games at different times over the past year and almost always ended in the top 3. They'd both confessed to love the game in diverse interviews too.

Allen took Tyki's hand as he turned his head around and waved at the crowd on the other side of the street. He grinned and walked up the stairs towards the white rectangular building, sharing a smile with Tyki who looked back at him and squeezed his hand.

They walked into the humongous space inside the building and could immediately smell and hear the sea coming through the grand doors in the back that gave a splendid view of the shore and clear blue ocean beyond.

Allen gave his gift to the clerk checking the invitations and walked on with Tyki passed the many marble pillars supporting the structure towards the blindingly white steps leading down towards the aisle that was decorated on each side with white flowers, green plants and ribbons hanging from the rows of silver chairs that stood on a steady wooden platform. Up ahead was a wedding altar with large flower pieces of white orchids and green flowers on each side, the intricate gothic pattern of the painted wood slightly hidden by the shear lengths of white fabric it was layered with.

Many heads, famous and not, turned when Tyki and Allen walked down the aisle towards their seats on the side of the bride, smiling and waving at their friends and family as they went. It looked like all the invitees were present and had been for a while.

The celebrant was already waiting patiently behind his altar, holding his holy book in his hands with an expectant smile.

"Hey you guys, you're finally here."

They looked to their right and suddenly found Komui standing next to them. "Hey," Allen whispered, "Sorry, it took us longer than expected."

Komui tucked a strand of his shoulder length hair back and nodded understandingly. "You made it well in time, that's the most important thing."

"How is it going back there?" Tyki asked leaning onto Allen's chair with an arm.

"Miranda, Sachiko and Anita are ready, it's the men who are kind of dragging their asses."

Allen grinned, "Let me guess, Lavi is still standing in front of the mirror and Chaoji is still rehearsing his walk?"

Komui laughed, looking at the crowd briefly. " Marie is trying to get them to hurry it up, yeah. Hey, since you're not part of the bridal procession, Lenalee kind of hoped to see you before she'd take the big walk…" he whispered, looking at Allen pointedly.

"Oh," Allen whispered, standing up and placing his program booklet back on his seat. "Of course." He gave Tyki a peck on his lips. "Be right back," he said following Komui back into the hall.

There were three soft knocks on her door and she turned around nervously, pulling her dress behind her and letting it fall on the floor again.

"Allen is that you?"

Allen opened the door carefully with a small smile and stepped inside. "Hey…"

"Hey…" she breathed back, waving her hands in front of her restlessly. "Oh my God I'm so glad you're here!"

Allen walked up to her open arms and hugged cautiously before looking at her. "You look fantastic… God, Lenalee…"

Her dress was of a pale white, at its base a long flowing strapless dress made out of chiffon tissue with a pleated bust and empire waist. A bouquet of white flowers fell down her left shoulder and a small train gave it a finishing touch. It was an airy dress; perfect for the kind of wedding she was going to have.

Her hair had been done up in an elegant, curly style with white flowers and white rhinestone pins decorating her bun and locks falling down on each side of her face.

"You really think so?" she asked, voice small and quivery, her smile trembling.

Allen smiled back. "Of course!" he said, coaxing her to turn around to face her mirror. "Take a deep breath."

She did as told and closed her eyes, opening and closing her fists in hopes of relieving the tension she couldn't seem to get rid of. "Fuck… this is huge…"

"It is," Allen agreed. "I never imagined this day would come this fast."

Lenalee chuckled and readily picked up a tissue from the box standing on the small table next to the mirror. "I know, right?" she whispered and then bit her lip, eyes watering up. "I'm so nervous."

Allen wrapped his arms over her naked shoulders and rested his face in the crook of her right shoulder, closing his eyes when she rested her cheek against his head. "I know you are, but you know what?"

"What?" she whispered, pressing a tip of her tissue against the outer corner of her left eye carefully.

"You and Kanda know that this is where you want to be, you know this is what you both deserve," Allen whispered, looking at her admiringly in the mirror. "And deep inside I know that this is meant to be and I know you know it too."

She sniffled and smiled at him thankfully.

"It's just you and Kanda in this, Lenalee," Allen continued. "Not much is going to change; you just get to show off your love in front of a couple hundred people, that's all."

Lenalee laughed. "That's not really helping, Al."

He grinned back. "What I'm trying to say is that this is your day, the start of a new tune. The rest of us are just here for the food."

She laughed heartedly at that and held on to the arms holding her. "Thank you…"

"Anytime," he whispered, kissing her cheek carefully.

"He would've been proud of you," she then said closing her eyes.

"I hope so," Allen replied, looking at her in the mirror again.

Lenalee turned around and took his face in her manicured hands. "You've grown so much, Allen. I'm sure that wherever he is right now, he's proud of the man you've become."

Allen took a shaky breath and nodded. "Now you're going to make me cry too…!"

"Good," she said. "I hate being the only one!"

They laughed and embraced each other a last time.

"See you in a bit, okay?" Allen said, walking back towards the door.

She nodded and then turned towards her mirror a last time, running her hands over her dress and breathing out calmly when the door closed behind her.

Lenalee then turned her head to the windows on her left and saw Kanda walking down the aisle to take his place at the altar.

When next her brother knocked on her door to take her down the aisle, she picked up her bouquet of orchids from the chair near her and went to the door, ready to get married.

"Hey, so I was thinking."

Allen looked at Tyki from the corner of his eye, swaying gently to the soft music that was playing on the dance floor in the party tent hours later.

"Oh?"

Tyki smiled and nodded, tightening his grip on Allen's hips. He quieted down then and looked him deeply in his eyes. "For your upcoming birthday, let's go away."

"What did you have in mind?"

"A commitment ceremony…" Tyki whispered calmly.

Allen fell silent, letting go of where they were and everything that was happening around them.

"Tyki…?" he whispered breathlessly, taken by surprise.

"What I'm saying is that I'm ready, Allen," Tyki said, licking his lips and nodding reassuringly. "I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He placed both his hands against Allen's face and caressed his cheekbones with his thumbs. "I love you. So much."

It was like he'd come full circle at last. Everything he'd been through, everything he'd lost and gained, it all amounted to this.

All the members of their group were moving on; Miranda was expecting her first child in two months, Lavi moved in with his long-time girlfriend Sachiko, Chaoji signed a contract to become a guest percussionist for another popular band and Lenalee was now happily married with the man of her dreams.

Everything had fallen into place steadily and Allen realized that while he'd been waiting for his life to make sense again, he'd become ready too.

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you too," he whispered back, lips trembling as tears welled up in his eyes. "This is exactly how things are supposed to be, I know it."

Tyki chuckled and took him in an embrace, laughing blissfully into his hair and holding him close.

Allen laughed happily too, closing his eyes at the feel of Tyki's strong heartbeat beating against him.

"I love you."

It was a feeling he never wanted to live without ever again.

A sound that completed his world to perfection.

The red roses landed gently on the stone and he gently wiped the fallen leaves away from the name carved into the black marble.

Marian Cross

July 31, 1978 – June 23, 2009

Allen placed his gloved hand in Tyki's leather clothed one, standing upright again silently with a thankful smile.

"You ready?" Tyki whispered softly, looking at the grave with a respectful expression.

"Yeah," Allen replied, turning around and brushing hair away that wind blew into his face, following Tyki down the small hill towards the path leading to the exit.