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Chapter 13
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She was drowning, choking, falling.
Someone, anyone…help.
She tried to scream but it was only swallowed by the darkness. Ashen eyes grew larger. Where was she? Auburn hair began to whip wildly.
She couldn't breathe. More panic filled her as she descended. She couldn't breathe!
Something clawed at her throat. Orihime wanted to grab at it; tear at it until the clawing stopped — until the words came but her hands weren't moving and the darkness around her was becoming colder.
Whispers began to gather about her. Their touch, carefully crafted with the web of the past, ghosted her skin, tormenting her with their familiar voices. It was a good reminder that freedom would never exist. At least not for her. Never for her and thick lashes lowered in sadness. She was nothing.
Orihime bit her lip. Why was she so useless? Her chest thumped faster. Those voices grew louder.
"You're just like your mother."
"Useless!"
"Slut. Whore!"
"She only wanted them for their money."
It wasn't fair.
She was supposed to be over this! Everything was supposed to be fine now. Her friends had forgiven her so why were these voices continuing to plague her. Why couldn't she say anything in response to those voices. She wasn't any of those things! She wasn't!
All Orihime could do now was beg that they end.
Please, please stop…
Still, they persisted.
With un-shed tears, random images attacked her. Distantly, the auburn head observed a child with auburn hair and a battered body, constantly crying; constantly praying for fate to change.
Why did she always plead for help?
"Onii-chan, onii-chan, okaa-san," she heard that child sobbed, brokenly.
Very slowly, her eyes closed. She remembered now. Everything was pointless. She would give up now. She didn't have the strength to stand up to her father. Neither could she protect anyone, nevertheless herself. She was useless.
It was best if she died now. A single tear squeezed through sealed eyes, tracing her cheek. Once she was gone, everyone would be happy. In a few shorts seconds peace would finally claim her.
When Orihime's body no longer had the will to live and only emptiness remained, warm mahogany eyes suddenly flashed. Her eyes reopened weakly.
"Ichi-Ichigo-kun…." she murmured.
Something awakened beneath her chest. Why did she always yearn for things that she couldn't have; didn't deserve? Freedom. Happiness. Rangiku-san's laugh. Onii-chan's peace. Another tear slid down her chin. Ichigo-kun's kind smile. She wanted to see that gentle smile again.
Subconsciously, Orihime found her hand shakily reaching for that warmth; her sun. Hurt tormented her gaze. Was it wrong to want to be happy? To want to stay by his side.
Ichi…Ichi…a swallow… she could almost grasp that light. It was within reach. Ichigo-kun…Ichigo-kun…I-I want to stay by your side….
Light flooded and suddenly Orihime's body jerked into a sitting position.
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"Ichigo-kun!" the auburn head gasped, gulping for as much air as possible, eyes wide, shoulders shaking violently.
Between struggling to steady her breathing and attempting to calm her palpitating heart, ashen eyes darted everywhere. All that could be made out was darkness.
This was it, wasn't it, she wondered and a sadness like no other washed over her. Timidly, her chin dropped. The feeling of falling was just a dream — a daunting desire to deny the inevitable; to hold onto a reality where she no longer existed.
Water pooled behind ashen orbs.
It was finally over. Her heart sped up. She was finally dead.
Another thump.
The fifteen-year nightmare had ended.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Soon peace and relief would finally claim her but why could she only feel this anxiety, unease and longing growing. Orihime held her chest.
Maybe her unfulfilled desires were so strong that it followed her into the afterlife. Maybe she was going to be given an opportunity in this next life, whenever that was, to mend the relationship between her and her father. Maybe then he would finally love her the way a father loved its child.
Orihime sighed and tried to smile.
Rangiku-san would be with Gin-san free to smile; free to laugh; free to love without fear of being beaten.
Onii-chan would be a fine man whom was at peace with the world.
All her friends would be married with children, living happily ever after and Ichigo-kun — oh, Ichigo-kun.
She yearned for his happiness. It ached to think of him living his life without her. That thought alone was enough to burn her chest. Worst, it hurt to think of him being happy with another woman because it was a reminder that she had failed him.
She really, really wanted to stay by his side. Why did death have to claim her now when they finally had a chance to be happy. Why hadn't it claimed her all those times when she truly yearned for it? Why now when she was finally beginning to stand up for herself.
Orihime chuckled but it wasn't one of joy. Her breath hitched and tears dribbled onto her lap. With its touch, awareness surged through her and a pain like no other slammed into her.
Startled, Orihime's lips parted and a whimper escaped. Her head was on fire. She grabbed it. So was the rest of her body. It was this pain which made her realized there were bandages around her head. She blinked thrice and soon she realized she wasn't engulfed in complete darkness like she had initially thought. Instead, through the darkness, she could make out pink curtains and familiar couches which intensely mirrored the room father had given her upon her return to him.
Did heaven and hell have beds or rooms that were furnished to look exactly like your own?
The bed felt exactly like hers too. Did this mean that she wasn't dead? Her heart skipped just a bit faster. This was…this was her room? Was she actually alive?
Her eyes grew. Hastily, the auburn head began to search her memories. Back at Karakura High, she remembered her and Ichigo-kun searching every inch of the school for Senna-chan. Her heart warmed at the vision of him. She remembered confronting Senna-chan. Her chest tightened. She remembered Senna-chan's tears; the support from all her friends.
Her lips tugged upwards slightly.
Thump. Thump.
Orihime remembered fleeing away from everyone and…
Thump
Thump.
She swallowed.
Most of all, she remembered confronting her father.
Slap
Orihime flinched.
After telling her Otou-san she would no longer continue this charade, he had backhanded her.
The Orihime in the present could feel the Orihime in the past crumble to the floor, holding her mouth as it began to bleed.
If there was one thing Orihime had learnt over the years and that was to never ever speak back to her otou-san whenever he placed his hands on her. Speaking only worsened his rage. Orihime knew she should be quiet. Let him throw all his anger at her; wait until he calmed but this time was different.
If she lived and Ichigo-kun found out what otou-san had done she didn't want to think about what would happen next. She didn't want to think about what Ichigo-kun or Otou-san would do. Ichigo-kun couldn't be involved. She had to make father understand that it was over now. No matter what, she would protect Ichigo-kun; she would protect those she cared about. Otou-san, no matter what he did, couldn't change that.
"Otou-san, please stop!" Even her yells fell on death's ears because her father could not see her. All he could see was red. All he could see was her mother. "You fucking whore! You useless bitch! You're just like your fucking mother!"
Tears burst from her eyes. Her trembling hands which had been struggling to shield her face lost their will to fight. Blood splattered onto the floor as he hit her again and again and again.
Orihime winced at each impact of the past which reverberated into the ears of the present.
Her chest thundered loudly.
Grasping her chest, present Orihime squeezed her eyes shut and murmured weakly with tears in her eyes, "Otou-san, please…please stop."
The child locked up deep within her had awakened. That child, with wide eyes that could not fathom her father's depravity, craved to be love by the man who had helped given birth to her. The man whom had taken her mother from her. The man that made her think the world hated her. Why Otou-san? Why? What did we ever do to you! What did Okaa-san and Onii-chan and Rangiku-san ever did to you?
She wept internally.
Another hit from the past. Everything spun and appeared blurry. Even when she was beginning to lose consciousness, she could still remember the feel of the hair on her skin standing to attention.
Something chilled swept through her. An ominous presence had arrived.
As she lied there, cheek pressed to the floor, broken, physically and mentally, shouts of her father tormented her. Through the tears she could blurrily make out his strong form — her sun. By the way his shoulders shook, she could tell he was breathing harshly. He had ran a long way. For her? Her heart twisted and cried.
She never wanted him to see her like this. She never wanted him to hurt and when pained ashen eyes met with cold amber ones, Orihime's shaky hand reached out to him. Blood spilled from her mouth. If this was indeed her final moments, she couldn't bear to see something happen to the one person whom father hadn't tainted. To the man she loved with all her heart. Ichigo-kun was like her sun. She didn't want to lose his light. She didn't want to see him hurt because of her. "I-Ichigo-kun," she whispered. "R-Run…" she pleaded softly.
Maybe her words woke him from a trance because the next thing she knew Ichigo-kun had moved. Neither her nor her father was able to comprehend his movements.
She didn't know how he had found the strength to not only shove her father from of off her but Ichigo-kun had slammed her father ruthlessly into the floor. His fist had pulled back to pound viciously into her father's face too. The noise of fist against face was enough to drown out her screams and cries.
"I-Ichigo-kun," she found herself repeating over and over again. Ichigo-kun never looked so feral, so scary, so dark. He looked calm but his eyes, dear kami-sama his eyes…no… "Father don't!"
There was a gun — one that didn't belong to Ichigo-kun. Ichigo-kun was going to get hurt because of her. She was bringing ruin and pain to everyone around her again. Her body shook in terror. She couldn't let Ichigo-kun get hurt. She had to protect him. She had to protect them. Her body moved but it was too late. "Ichigo-kun!"
Bang!
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Present Orihime jumped.
"Ichigo-kun!" In terror, Orihime scrambled towards the door. "Otou-san!" She yanked the door opened except what she found caused for her eyes to nearly bulged from their frames.
Standing before her was her Ichigo-kun. He was dressed in a burgundy blouse with sleeves rolled to his elbow and buttons opened to reveal the top of his chest. Back then, now that she thought about it, if she hadn't been so caught up in the scent and realness of him she would have noticed how cold his face appeared.
At the corner of her eyes, moisture gathered. He was okay. Shakily, Orihime pressed her face into his chest and embraced him.
When she realized the hug was not returned nor did he relay any kind words like she had expected, she lifted her chin to glance up at him. What she saw startled her. Ichigo-kun's amber eyes were pale yet that wasn't what prompted her startled expression. No, it was Ichigo-kun's face. He was looking at her coldly, eyes narrowed.
Orihime found herself unable to breathe. Ichigo-kun never looked at her like that.
Lazily, his hands gripped her own, pulling them away from him before they were stuffed back into his pockets. There was no gentleness when he said, "We need to talk."
Furrowing her brows, Orihime, unsure of everything, took a cautious step back and Ichigo entered. Someone dressed in black closed the door behind them. She had never seen that man before. Her chest churned and she returned her focus to the man before her.
Orihime found herself afraid to speak. Ichigo-kun was beginning to scare her with how quiet and silent he was being.
Amber eyes lowered. He appeared sad but he was no longer staring at her. Instead his attention was diverted to the floor. Her chest twisted. He was angry at her.
"How are you feeling?"
Orihime chewed on her lip as she wrapped her hands around her. "A little pain but I'm okay. Thank you, Ichigo-kun." She smiled softly.
Her gratitude must have startled him because she could feel his intense gaze raise to peer through his bangs. For a moment, he seemed to consider her and then he wasn't looking at her anymore.
"Good." He started towards her, features dead. "If they hadn't saved you, I would have killed them," he stated dully. Orihime's head snapped up at his carelessly thrown words. He would have killed the people who treated her. Orihime refused to believe that.
The full ferocity of his focus was on her now. His gaze was narrowed. He appeared murderous. "All of them."
Orihime's eyes widened and she found herself sinking into one of the couches as Ichigo hovered over her.
"Ichigo-kun, what are you saying." Her chin dropped and she held her head. "You don't mean that."
"I do."
Hands still in his pockets his chin tilted to meet her gaze. "Your father touched you. He had no fucking right to touch you. No fucking right." A hand peered out of his pocket and reached for her. Grabbing her arm, admittedly a bit roughly, Ichigo pulled her towards him.
Orihime trembled, unable to comprehend what was happening. The barely restrained fury in his eyes made her chest tightened. There was no warmness or kindness in his touch. "Ichi-Ichigo-kun."
His gaze returned dead. That sad expression was killing her. "You ran, Orihime. From me. After all we've been through." He glared at her and shook her. "Are my feelings for you a fucking joke."
Orihime's head bowed. That hurt.
"Are they!"
Orihime bit her lip, struggling to hold back her tears. "No…no they aren't."
Ichigo threw her back onto the couch and turned away from her. His back. Was Ichigo-kun going to leave her?
"It doesn't matter."
More tears pooled within her eyes at his harsh words. Please kami-sama, please don't take him away from me.
"He's dead."
Orihime's heart stopped.
He didn't need to say whom he meant. For some reason, deep down, she had already known her father was no longer a part of this world. Truth be told, as cruel as it sounded, Orihime thought if he were to ever die she wouldn't have felt anything. After all the things he had done to her and her family, she thought she would have been immune when he finally departed. She thought she would be happy, knowing she and Rangiku-san and onii-chan would finally be free yet tears were slowly dripping from her chin.
It hurts…onii-chan…it hurts…
Now wasn't the time to sob when Ichigo-kun's back was to her but she couldn't hold it in any longer. Sobs tore through her throat and she grabbed her face in an effort to make it stop.
Even though he was furious, what Orihime didn't know was that hearing her cry broke him and Ichigo's eyes closed.
Was it always going to be like this between them? With her never trusting him to protect her. With her crying. Was he so fucking useless that he couldn't protect his woman?
All of his fury and rage and darkness vanished at her tears. He never wanted to make her cry. He never wanted to see her ever cry again. He gritted his teeth and saw her on the floor, broken; bleeding. No one would ever touch her again. He swore and took a deep breath. No one.
Slowly, amber eyes melted into warm mahogany and he turned, outstretching his arms. Right now, she needed him.
For a moment, only between these two, time stopped.
Through the tears, Orihime stared at him, still struggling to retain her sobs. When their gazes met and she saw that his eyes were staring at her with such kindness and a warmth she could only yearn for, she exclaimed his name and threw herself into his touch. She never cried as much as she did until now.
Holding her tighter, Ichigo buried his face into her hair, expression solemn. "Why didn't you come to me," he whispered, hurt, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists. "Why didn't you let me protect you?"
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The sun shone brightly upon the little place in Japan known to many as Karakura Town. The blue sky was as clear as day. There were hardly any clouds to be seen today. Everything appeared tranquil. Even the heart of Orihime, whom kneel before three grave stones were at peace. Her hands were clasped gently in prayer and her lips moved softly with the wind.
Besides her stood Ichigo, whose eyes were narrowed and hands were stuffed into his pockets. He wore a blue jacket, outlined in red, a white inside shirt, black pants and black boots. It was a contrast to the green dress Orihime wore.
The wind lifted their hair and the grass hummed softly.
Very slowly, Orihime peeled one eye open and then another. She couldn't help the kind smile that followed. This was the first time she had felt her entire being filter with such peace. With her onii-chan still missing and having to bear the brunt of a sudden funeral, there was hardly any time for Orihime to breathe nevertheless catch her bearings. To make matters more stressful, Ichigo-kun and her had hardly spoken. Though they were together often, a huge distance had formed between them. Orihime was afraid that they would never be the same again. Yet even so, she had decided that tomorrow she was finally going to ask Ichigo-kun to assist her with locating her onii-chan. After the funeral, there could be no denying that Ichigo-kun's family wouldn't be able to find him.
Orihime sighed.
At least here in the cemetery as she prayed, peace finally filled her. She was finally able to acknowledge that her nightmare was over. She gave thanks for life. She thanked the Kurosaki family for not only announcing to the world that Kiyoshi Keo and Matsumoto Toji had committed suicide but for also assisting with the funeral preparations and arrangements
Orihime could not remembered the many faces that paid their tributes and condolences. It was amazing how such a horrible person could be so popular. Even though she was finally free, her heart ached for her father, whom she wished with all her heart could have speared her just a drop of kindness. She was happy now that he was finally free from whatever had tormented him. He didn't have to be evil anymore. He was in a better place. He was free to love now.
And Ichigo-kun…
It was later revealed pure accident was what resulted to her father's death. In Ichigo-kun and her father's scuffle whilst she had became unconscious, the trigger had exploded and not in her father's favor. To be honest, Orihime thought Ichigo-kun would have shown more remorse for killing someone, regardless of whether it was intentional or not but he seemed rather unaffected, only concerned with her well being.
Subsequently, Orihime came to the disturbing realization that maybe this was not the first time he had shed blood or killed.
She honestly did not know what to make of it and the way his emotions change. From being furious with her to suddenly being warmed. It was almost as if her tears had snapped him out of something that was pulling him into depravity. Orihime wanted to know more about this dark side of him; his pain and his struggles except there was so much going on. Now, just wasn't the time to ask.
Ichigo-kun never explained the men in black that crawled all over father's estate either.
She sighed, deciding it was best to find something alternate to focus her attention on so she studied their recent interactions. Though, Ichigo-kun never strayed from her side, the distance between them, if that were possible, grew. Words were hardly exchanged. Orihime stayed in the small home her and her aunt owned with Ichigo-kun practically living with them, choosing to sleep in the living room instead. They were so close and yet so far apart.
Over the last few days, he seemed deep in thought too, eyes cold and distant to the world, even to her.
"Do you hate me?"
Orihime glanced up curiously. He was watching her with those intense brown eyes, waiting patiently, calmly. She couldn't help but to smile gently as she shook her head. Her heart yearned to see the warmness in his eyes again. "No. You freed papa." She stood. "You freed me. Arigato, Ichigo-kun."
Ichigo averted his attention from her light and tilted his head. His face was indifferent but she didn't miss the way his eyes lowered, pained. "Do you want me to free you?" he stated softly and she enveloped his arm. "I'm free when I'm with you."
Ichigo sighed and reached for her face. Tenderly fingers traced her cheek before he lifted her chin to meet his gaze. His eyes had grown darker but his touch remained gentle. "There's a lot about me that you don't know, Orihime."
Orihime closed her eyes. "I know."
His hand slid from her face to palm her throat. "Being with me. The kind of person I am. I'm dangerous."
Orihime nodded against his arm. "I know, Ichigo-kun. I know."
Then he was glaring. "Then why the fuck aren't you running," he gritted out as he roughly tugged her head backwards to meet his narrowed gaze.
Orihime's face softened and she clasped the hand tugging her hair gently. His hand was much larger than her own. She held it tighter. She treasured this hand. She treasured this man.
"You can't frighten me by being rough, Ichigo-kun." She paused as she met his gaze heatedly. "Ichigo-kun, I love you. All of you. I won't run just because there is some part of you that is a bit scary. I want to be by your side."
His eyes widened slightly. Something soft stirred within them and he turned from her, lowering his chin. "I don't want you to ever be afraid of me. But there will be times where I won't be the man you love."
"Silly, you will always be the man I love. You will always be my Ichigo-kun." Orihime hugged him from behind.
"I won't let anyone make you cry again, Orihime. I will protect you. I swear."
Orihime smiled into his back.
"I believe you, Ichigo-kun. You don't need to promise me anything."
Turning, he clasped her wrists, bringing her body closer to his before claiming her mouth. They stayed like that for what felt like eternalty until Ichigo pulled away from her, running his tongue across her bottom lip one final time before returning to his full height
"We have a lot to talk about but first…" He nuzzled her chin with his nose. "Let me make love to you."
Orihime couldn't stop the blush that followed.
That night, when they returned home, Ichigo showered her body with kisses. His hands teased her breast as he shed each article of clothing. Not once did they break their intense gaze upon each other. When they were both naked, Orihime's hands gripped his naked shoulders, fingers scraping all over his back as he pushed into her.
Both moaned at the first stroke.
The moon crept through the curtains, fluttering around them. Ichigo entered her again. His strokes were slow, steady, savory. Only when both neared their release did Ichigo intensified his pace, strokes becoming heated and desperate and even then he struggled to remain gentle.
However, it didn't change the fact that he wanted to wrap his palm around her throat but tonight he wanted to be gentle. Tonight, now that he knew she loved him, he didn't want her to see how intense she made him feel.
Orihime gripped his back tighter, urging him to go faster, moaning his name so fucking sweetly. Ichigo couldn't hold back the growl. He bit her neck, pounded into her harder. Both exploded.
Orihime didn't know it then as she basked in the afterglow but this would be the one night of many to come where Ichigo would ever be this gentle.
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At exactly half past six in the morning, Rangiku yawned sheepishly as she entered the kitchen of their humble home. She smiled mischievously when she saw the two love birds at the coffee table, conversing excitedly. Well, Orihime was the one doing the talking while Ichigo merely listened, gaze intense, knuckles pressed against his cheek as he stared at her in amusement. There was a slight tilt to the corner of his lips. What a surprise, considering he was acting like such a sour puss during these last two weeks. Guess whatever was bothering them was finally out of their system.
Rangiku continued to watch on. Orihime was too engrossed in whatever she was saying and Ichigo was too focused on her that neither noticed her presence. Honestly, Ichigo really had it bad for her niece.
"Onesan! Rangiku-onesan, please help me! Please tell me what to do!"
Rangiku's eyes widened at the abrupt, unexpected intrusion of the memory and she held her chest.
Rena…?
Rangiku could still remember when her sister had first stumbled into their family's menial home, young Sora in hand, body battered, eye swollen, thunder and lightning roaring, flashing. There were marks of physical abuse all over Sora and her, and Sora's eyes — they were so lifeless. A child should have never had to know those types of eyes.
It took incense and other small woman's potions to coax the child to sleep and even then nothing tormented her more than seeing blood seep through the bandages tied around his tiny neck. Rangiku remembered how they each had curled up together close to the warmth of the fireplace, a worn, moth eaten large blanket covering the three of them as her sister cried.
"Our relationship is anything but a fairy tale. He is a monster, onesan! What kind of monster beats his own child until he can't speak! Can't move. Just because he fought back when he attacked his mother. What have I done, onesan! What have I done! I am afraid to give birth to this next child," she had sobbed, body quaking viciously. Rangiku could do nothing but hug her beloved sister. "Sora doesn't speak now, Rangiku-onesan, I don't know what to do. What should I do? What should I do? What should I do? What should I do!" she confided.
Kami-sama. Rena. It's finally over.
Orihime got up to start breakfast. Ichigo's eyes never left her. Her soon to be nephew was such a pervert.
Her heart warmed.
Rena…your…children…
Rangiku giggled happily. She could not recall the last time her chest filled with such joy.
Your children, our babies, are finally free, Rena.
"Take your pervy eyes off my niece, Ichigo-kun."
Ichigo gave her an amused smirk and raised a hand lazily. "Rangiku-san. Good morning."
"Well, aren't you the mannerly one. Just a few days ago you were all quiet and cold. Did you two do naughty things together last night."
Orihime blushed preposterously. "Rangiku-san!"
Ichigo chuckled. "We did." His eyes lowered. "Three rounds…It was good."
Rangiku laughed and Orihime reprimanded him, "Ichigo-kun! Mou! You're embarrassing me."
They both laughed.
Just then the door bell rang.
Rangiku's smile grew more contagious and Orihime grinned, happy to see her aunt look so free and happy. She looked difference.
"Orihime would you get that. Let me finish up."
Orihime tilted her head, pausing mid way in tying her apron. "Are you sure?"
Rangiku smiled softly. "Hai."
Turning and missing the way both Rangiku and Ichigo exchanged conspirator glances, she rushed to the door.
When it was opened what she saw caused for her eyes to widened. "O-Onii-chan…"
The man looking healthier and bigger than ever smiled gently. His hands outstretched. Orihime sniffed loudly, the tears gathering within her eyes and she held her chest. Was this real?
"Hai, Orihime. This is real. I'm home." He smiled. "I'm home."
"Onii-chan!" cried Orihime, throwing herself into his embrace.
Rangiku and Ichigo smiled and a tear rolled down Rangiku's cheek.
We are finally happy, Rena.
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The End
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Final-fucking-ly!
Thank you everyone for your amazing support. Without you, this story would have been abandoned a long time ago.
This is the first time I have ever in my entire life completed a series! So three cheers for zodious-senpai!
PS: This last chapter was toned down severely in terms of darkness, violence and abuse. Either way I'm happy with it, and left it opened in the event I decided to do a sequel. Trust me, this story can go on and on.
We can visit the underworld. We can find out more about the Inoue family. Trust me there is more to them. We can find out exactly how powerful the Kurosaki family is. We can watch as Orihime becomes a woman not to be trifle with. We can watch as Ichigo tries to manipulate and control her. *Mega fangirl squeal* We can watch them raise their child together. So much drama. *Mega mega fan girl squeals* so many things to do. There is so much left to explore. But I feel like this was the best place to end.
If I ever decide to post a sequel, I'll be sure to notify you guys here.
*throws kisses then bows sincerely* Thank you for all your wonderful and loyal support throughout these eight long years, minna!
I might be turning my focus onto Two Different Worlds next oh and my Nalu fanfic AFE.
See you lata!