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Last Kiss, Epilouge
Fuu had to smile at how different things were and yet they were still the same. She still couldn’t believe that her and Mugen had been married for five years. It had been 10 years since Jin’s death. She wondered if he was laughing at her from wherever he was. Mugen had earned the right to marry her. He had helped her in many different ways after Jin’s death. Mugen was still…Mugen, but he had settled down more then Fuu expected.
She heard the swords clanging again. Sometimes the two of them drove her crazy and it was as if he had never left her. In a way he hadn't. “Mugen! What are you doing?”
“What? He started it. Why do I always get blamed?” Mugen grinned at her.
She looked at her son. He looked just like his father. His hair was tied back in a standard samurai style. He had the same dark eyes as Jin and even wore his glasses although they were a little big on him. “Jin, didn’t I tell you no sword fighting until you complete your lessons at the dojo.”
“But mother, how am I going to complete my lessons if I can’t beat Mugen?”
“You know you don’t need to be that good to graduate. And why are you in such a hurry?” She wondered if Jin was watching his son from the heavens.
“Because I can. Besides it will be fun to kick Mugen’s ass.” He smirked.
Fuu rolled her eyes. Sometimes the kid drove her crazy. She wondered, how could it was that her son could be so much like both Mugen and Jin. There were so very different. Fuu looked up to the heavens and whispered, “thank you.” Everyday when she looked at her son, Jin, she saw his father. He was still here with her every single day reminding her of him. He helped her not feel so all alone.
She smiled thinking that three was a perfect number and really, it had always been. Suddenly I realized - two people isn't enough. You need backup. If you're only two people, and someone drops off the edge, then you're on your own. Two isn't a large enough number. You need three at least. The gods had truely blessed her.
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Ah. That's a nice way of thinking. ^-^
Congratulations!
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I so have to make some loveless icons.
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