All For the Love of You
epilogue
by Manille


"What do you think, dear?"

Keiko looks at Yusuke lovingly. "What do you mean?" she asks, cocking an eyebrow.

"This story has a happy ending, after all," Yusuke tells her.

Keiko smiles, walking over to her husband. Yusuke leans down to touch the baby’s head with his lips.

His name is Hitomaro. Urameshi Hitomaro.

"Yes, it does have a happy ending," Keiko agrees. "But God knows what will happen to those two in their missions."

"Sure hope they won’t get too brutal."

"You’re a fate-driver, Urameshi Yusuke. You know that?"

"Huh? Now what does that mean, Urameshi Keiko?"

"If it weren’t for you, these things wouldn’t have happened."

Yusuke smiled playfully. "If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be living your life with your soul mate right now."

Keiko snuggles in Yusuke’s body happily, giggling at his nonsense charades. "You’re a complete baka, Yusuke."

Yusuke chuckles, inhaling the sweet scent of Keiko’s freshly washed brown hair.

Below them, under a street lamp, two young people stand. The boy, with brownish-black hair, leans over to the girl as he caresses her long black hair. Their lips brush together, and under the full moon, they share a warm, magical kiss, love pouring out of the deepest ends of their souls.
 
 

Author's notes:

Well, finally! I've finished it!!! Sorry it took so long (to write and to read). I hope it was worth it.
Disclaimer: The songs---"When You Say Nothing at All" from By Request (Boyzone) and Notting Hill OST, "From this Moment on" from Come on Over (Shania Twain), and "Kiss Me" by Sixpence None the Richer (I forgot the album…gomen ne). See the CD sleeves for the publisher, the writer, etc.
The curses…don't mind them. I'm sure you know what the *'s mean!

Just in case you haven't noticed, Urameshi Misako is just the YYH version of yours truly. Hah, not that I have the rei gan! Her character, features (erm...I didn't say I'm pretty though), likes, dislikes...she's a lot like me.

Standard disclaimers apply. Please don't sue. I'm just a poor high school student. No $.
Please email me for comments!


 
 
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