Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Buried Secrets: The Memoirs of a Sohma ❯ Epilogues ( Epilogue )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: vampyremiyu 
COMPLETED!
The finale to the story...told in two parts (both are included).
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.07.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 434 | Status: Completed
COMPLETED!
The finale to the story...told in two parts (both are included).
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Hentai / Drama | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.07.2004 | Pages: 3 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 434 | Status: Completed
BURIED SECRETS: The Memoirs of a Sohma
A Fruits Basket Fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Okay, here is the ending (or rather endings, plural) to the story. The first epilogue is told from a third person POV. The second, from a first person POV. A Standard Disclaimer and any final notes appear at the end of the chapter.
Epilogue I - From a Writer's Perspective
"Such a sad story!"
"And yet...so intriguing!"
"How did you ever come up with a concept like this?"
"It's your best piece of writing to date!"
"Congratulations, Sohma-san. You deserve this award."
Shigure Sohma smiled, thanking everyone for their kind words. "Thank you all for coming. I am very humbled and honored to be joined by so many of my friends and colleagues. Please enjoy yourselves...and the free food and drink my publishers have been so gracious to provide."
With that he moved away from the podium, away from the stage, and away from the crowds of people that loomed all around him. It was little relief when he'd made it to the doorway, unhindered by anyone with more comments or questions. With a final look to the party that was being held in his honor, he smiled sadly and left.
It was nice to receive such praise, especially from some of his fellow writers. But the comments and praise were taken with a grain of salt. If only these people knew, he thought as he excused himself and left his own party better than an hour into it. He never thought he'd feel such disgust for his colleagues and co-workers. Had they even read the book, he wondered as a car pulled up and a door opened to him. Did they understand that it could be a person's life?
That it WAS a person's life?!
His home was desolate and quiet when he returned. With a sigh, he made his way through the dark, back what seemed like a long hallway. A door snapped open suddenly, revealing his study. Ideas were abound in his head; things he would have to remember to put into writing. But not this night. No, instead of turning on his computer and working on his next manuscript, Shigure Sohma sat on his futon. In his hands he held four very thick notebooks. All twenty subjects were filled with scribbles, drawings and pieces of writing.
They were the inspiration for his latest novel. The one everyone loved so much. The one they wouldn't stop praising him for.
And he didn't even write it!
It had been almost a year to the day. He remembered clearly taking the young girl to meet her fate. His niece. She looked tired, but didn't complain. Little was said as they met Kyo and Momiji at the main house. They walked, with an almost somber gate, to Hatori's office. She had been all smiles, nearly as relieved as they were scared.
"I'll be just fine. You'll see." She kissed them both on the cheek, first Momjii, then Kyo. As she turned to him, he held his breath. "You'll check on me once in a while, won't you uncle?"
"Hai," he answered a bit uncertainly before she kissed him on the cheek too.
Then she turned to Hatori, offering him the same. The smile never left her face as she stood before him, surrounded by her closest and dearest friends. Her family. Hatori tried to return her smile, but couldn't. With a sigh, the doctor raised his hand, placing the palm against her forehead.
"Are you ready, Sierra?"
Blindly she reached for Momiji and Kyo. They took her hands, giving her reassurance. After a deep breath she nodded, closing her eyes.
"I'm ready."
Self-loathing boiled inside of him, but it dissipated quickly. He couldn't blame himself. He couldn't. She had gone in there, standing tall and confident. She knew what she was doing. She had wanted it...as much as he did not. As much as THEY did not.
But at least one of them was all the better for it.
As her final parting wish, she had asked Akito to set Kyo free. Keep him in the main house if necessary, she'd said, but he was to live in normal housing quarters. Everyone, including Kyo, found it odd that Akito would grant such a request, then keep his word even long after she was gone. Kyo had taken residence with Kagura and her family. The girl was happy and ecstatic, even if the cat was not. Freedom was one thing, but Kagura...a totally different story.
Life for the other Sohma's seemed to go on as usual, but with a slightly different flare. For the most part everyone was happy. Even Shigure, who drowned himself him his work for the first few months. Living alone again had been a bigger change than he thought. Often the house would be too quiet and he'd find himself walking through the neighborhood or visiting at the main house. Ayame would often come to visit, with or without Mine. Kisa and Hiro would also visit their older cousin from time to time. Ritsu, too, made an extra effort to be more like a man, while still maintaining his usual apologetic personality. Momiji continued on at school and even Haru and Rin had come home on several occasions.
The only person who seemed to suffer...was Akito.
The man had been reduced to a child by Sierra's parting. He was by no means nicer, but his cruelty now had limits. Often he would turn away visitors, when once he clung to them like a bacteria. Either he felt he had no life line, or no longer needed one. The others could not be certain. But they knew, for the first time in a long while, the young man had learned to feel.
Sometimes, they would hear him cry.
Shigure kept his promise to Sierra and checked up on her every so often. He called his brother once a month to get details. Their relationship, although once staggered and strained, was now growing. It felt...good. Odd, but good. For both of them.
Sierra's parents both took the story of what happened to their daughter in stride. They knew the truth but had been the ones to devise her new life after her memories were erased. They did their best to once again hide from her the truth of her father's family. Anything linked to the Sohmas that could be found in her belongings was destroyed. Everything else...well, that was left to fate.
The girl was preparing for her second year of college, studying to be a financial analyst. She took classes 4 days a week and worked on weekends. Oh to be young again, Shigure thought, putting the notebooks aside and pulling an envelope off his desk. He emptied the contents onto his futon. Pictures lay strewn around him. The first one he picked up was of Sierra, the same bright smile he remembered plastered on her face. A portrait taken just after she moved home. She was growing up to be quiet an attractive young lady.
The second picture was also of Sierra...holding a baby. It was taken the day she was released from the hospital, or so it said on the back. She looked so happy, even if the baby did not. No one knew she was pregnant when Hatori erased her memories. Although, Shigure suspected that perhaps Sierra DID know, but he couldn't be certain.
The next picture he picked up was of the baby. Poor thing was bundled from head to toe and lying in what looked like an uncomfortable bassinet. The writing on the back indicated his name: Seiichi Michael Sohma. According to the writing, he was 8 months old...and growing like a weed! It was a blessing that he was not one of the cursed. Shigure smiled to himself.
Akito was never told he existed.
His plan...had failed.
And that, Shigure thought as he gathered the pictures and placed them back in the envelope, was a better ending to a story than he could ever write.
~END EPILOGUE I~
Epilogue II - Thinking About The Future
I've been unable to sleep lately. Too many things going through my head. So, my therapist thought it might be a good idea to write my thoughts out in a journal. I have to admit I feel somewhat foolish. I haven't done anything like this since...well, I can't even remember.
But I suppose this is a good idea. I tend to get things jumbled inside my head. Ever since I was in that car accident my freshman year in high school, my memory hasn't been the same. I mean, I can remember things, but I feel as if I'm missing a good three years of my life. That's only natural, I guess, considering I'd been in a coma for nearly two years afterward.
Then the horrible breakup with my boyfriend ocurred senior year and I found out I was pregnant. That was a kicker. Aparrently I'd gone into a state of shock and blocked the whole thing from memory. I was bound and determined to give the child away, but my parents -- wonderful people that they are -- convinced me to keep him.
Him...my son.
He was so cute the first time I saw him. I thought for certain I would regret keeping him in my life, but now...I'm glad I did. Otherwise, my life wouldn't be so full of excitement, of joy.
And I never would've met the OTHER him.
The reason I can't sleep at night.
I met him at the park a few weeks ago. I had taken Seiichi there for his afternoon nap (he loves the outdoors) and it was a good opportunity to drown myself in a book that DIDN'T involve accounting, finance or anything school related. I sat on one of the benches closest to the playground, the sound of other children running and screaming dimly played in the back of my mind. With my foot I rolled the stroller forward and backward in that soothing motion that puts my son directly to sleep, all the while reading through this wonderful book written by some Japanese author I'd never heard of.
"It's an interesting book, isn't it?"
I was startled to hear a voice so close to my ear. Immediately I looked up, my head practically snapping with the motion. I was surprised again to see a young man, probably not much older than myself. His hair was cut relatively short, but it was the color that was...odd. White on black. Not salt and pepper, mind you. Pure white on top and darkest black at the bottom. I'd never seen such coloring. Although it suited -- and matched -- his somewhat punk look: black jeans, a white button-down shirt (untucked), a pair of black military style boots and a host of jewelry that would've put the bling on a Hollywood actress to shame. He smiled at me in a casual way and nodded to the novel in my hands.
"Well, I haven't gotten that far, actually," I told him, offering the best smile I could. I don't normally talk to strangers. My mother didn't raise a fool, you know. "I just started it today."
"Ah."
I raised an eyebrow in question. "Have you read the book?"
He nodded again. "Yep."
"And you enjoyed it?"
"Yeah. It's a bit of a slow starter, but it gets better around chapter 4 or so."
"Is that right?"
Nodding a third time he replied, "Yep."
"What...other books have you read lately?"
And that's how our conversation first started. Over a novel my father recommended. I must lead a boring life. But I was surprised by the knowledge this man had. For someone who looked like they should be on the cover of "Rolling Stone", he was very intelligent. He was Japanese, although he hardly looked it, and was attending Stanford on a scholarship, studying graphic design. I asked him why he chose to go to school here.
"It's as far away from home as possible," was his reply.
"You...don't get along with your family?"
"Not really."
I stopped myself from asking any more and tried a less...painful...subject. "Why'd you chose to study graphic design?"
"Why are you studying finance?" he asked in return.
"Because I like numbers and attention to detail," I shot back. "So why are you studying graphic design?"
"Because I like creating things," he answered honestly.
Our conversation continued inside a coffee shop and later turned into several coffee dates, a free dinner and a night out at the movies. I enjoy spending time with him. So does Seiichi. And Haru -- I haven't mentioned his name yet, have I -- is so good with him. Several people have already mistaken us for newlyweds...and I've only known him for a few months!
But I'd like to know him forever.
That sounds so silly, doesn't it?
Talking to him -- and this is going to sound silly too -- is like talking to an old friend. I'm very comfortable, very relaxed around him. Perhaps it's that air of casualness he tends to give off. He's pretty easy going, although I found out the hard way he can get lost easily, too. We compliment each other in some ways, yet the differences are so very intriguing. I feel as if I've known him forever already...yet I don't know nearly enough.
I've even developed a crush on him. ACK!
And so I've come to the point of this entry. My crush. Granted that's all it is, and that's all it ever may be, but...well...despite the fact that I don't want a boyfriend right now...I can't ignore him. He's grown on me and we're practically attached at the hip whenever we can find a spare moment together. He's good to Seiichi, which is uber important, and he's good to me. We're becoming close friends...close enough that he's beginning to open up about his family little by little. At this point in my life, I need this. I need what we have now.
But when that's not enough...will he still be my friend?
*sigh* I guess I really don't need to worry about these things. Not yet. But when I lay down at night I can't stop thinking about the future. I have a son to worry about, and a future of my own yet to create. I don't like the uncertainty of it all. But there's nothing else for me to do, is there? Just sit and wait.
Oh yeah, and get to sleep...which I think I'm ready to do now. This really is therapeutic. I'll have to do it again.
How about tomorrow after our dinner date?
See you then!
Best wishes,
Sierra
~FIN~
DISCLAIMER:
Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). All copyrights go to them and not me. All characters are used here without permission. Please don't sue. No money is being made from the production of this story therefore I have no money to give you.
Sierra Sohma, and all others not associated with Furuba, are my creations and therefore the only thing here I do own. *sigh* Pity them, onegai.
AUTHOR'S FINAL NOTES:
I can't believe I started this story over a year ago! And now it's completed! YAY! *throws confetti and blows a noisemaker*
First of all, I will admit to leaving the very end open. As of right now though, I have no plans for a sequel. Gomen nasai. But you never know when the muse will strike next. Maybe in another month, or two, or twelve...maybe....
Secondly, a very big thank you to everyone who has (and will) read and/or reviewed this story. I'm such a sucker for feedback, good or bad. It's one of the ways we writer's learn and grow. You're constructive criticism and kind words of encouragement are what made this story possible. Special thanks to my friends Mona and Kat who were supportive even when I thought the story was complete crap. And more thanks to those readers/reviewers from the Furuba Lemon Basket ML. I could not have done it without any of you! *sends many many hugs*
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy my other stories as well. ^_^
~Miyu-chan
A Fruits Basket Fanfic
Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Okay, here is the ending (or rather endings, plural) to the story. The first epilogue is told from a third person POV. The second, from a first person POV. A Standard Disclaimer and any final notes appear at the end of the chapter.
Epilogue I - From a Writer's Perspective
"Such a sad story!"
"And yet...so intriguing!"
"How did you ever come up with a concept like this?"
"It's your best piece of writing to date!"
"Congratulations, Sohma-san. You deserve this award."
Shigure Sohma smiled, thanking everyone for their kind words. "Thank you all for coming. I am very humbled and honored to be joined by so many of my friends and colleagues. Please enjoy yourselves...and the free food and drink my publishers have been so gracious to provide."
With that he moved away from the podium, away from the stage, and away from the crowds of people that loomed all around him. It was little relief when he'd made it to the doorway, unhindered by anyone with more comments or questions. With a final look to the party that was being held in his honor, he smiled sadly and left.
It was nice to receive such praise, especially from some of his fellow writers. But the comments and praise were taken with a grain of salt. If only these people knew, he thought as he excused himself and left his own party better than an hour into it. He never thought he'd feel such disgust for his colleagues and co-workers. Had they even read the book, he wondered as a car pulled up and a door opened to him. Did they understand that it could be a person's life?
That it WAS a person's life?!
His home was desolate and quiet when he returned. With a sigh, he made his way through the dark, back what seemed like a long hallway. A door snapped open suddenly, revealing his study. Ideas were abound in his head; things he would have to remember to put into writing. But not this night. No, instead of turning on his computer and working on his next manuscript, Shigure Sohma sat on his futon. In his hands he held four very thick notebooks. All twenty subjects were filled with scribbles, drawings and pieces of writing.
They were the inspiration for his latest novel. The one everyone loved so much. The one they wouldn't stop praising him for.
And he didn't even write it!
It had been almost a year to the day. He remembered clearly taking the young girl to meet her fate. His niece. She looked tired, but didn't complain. Little was said as they met Kyo and Momiji at the main house. They walked, with an almost somber gate, to Hatori's office. She had been all smiles, nearly as relieved as they were scared.
"I'll be just fine. You'll see." She kissed them both on the cheek, first Momjii, then Kyo. As she turned to him, he held his breath. "You'll check on me once in a while, won't you uncle?"
"Hai," he answered a bit uncertainly before she kissed him on the cheek too.
Then she turned to Hatori, offering him the same. The smile never left her face as she stood before him, surrounded by her closest and dearest friends. Her family. Hatori tried to return her smile, but couldn't. With a sigh, the doctor raised his hand, placing the palm against her forehead.
"Are you ready, Sierra?"
Blindly she reached for Momiji and Kyo. They took her hands, giving her reassurance. After a deep breath she nodded, closing her eyes.
"I'm ready."
Self-loathing boiled inside of him, but it dissipated quickly. He couldn't blame himself. He couldn't. She had gone in there, standing tall and confident. She knew what she was doing. She had wanted it...as much as he did not. As much as THEY did not.
But at least one of them was all the better for it.
As her final parting wish, she had asked Akito to set Kyo free. Keep him in the main house if necessary, she'd said, but he was to live in normal housing quarters. Everyone, including Kyo, found it odd that Akito would grant such a request, then keep his word even long after she was gone. Kyo had taken residence with Kagura and her family. The girl was happy and ecstatic, even if the cat was not. Freedom was one thing, but Kagura...a totally different story.
Life for the other Sohma's seemed to go on as usual, but with a slightly different flare. For the most part everyone was happy. Even Shigure, who drowned himself him his work for the first few months. Living alone again had been a bigger change than he thought. Often the house would be too quiet and he'd find himself walking through the neighborhood or visiting at the main house. Ayame would often come to visit, with or without Mine. Kisa and Hiro would also visit their older cousin from time to time. Ritsu, too, made an extra effort to be more like a man, while still maintaining his usual apologetic personality. Momiji continued on at school and even Haru and Rin had come home on several occasions.
The only person who seemed to suffer...was Akito.
The man had been reduced to a child by Sierra's parting. He was by no means nicer, but his cruelty now had limits. Often he would turn away visitors, when once he clung to them like a bacteria. Either he felt he had no life line, or no longer needed one. The others could not be certain. But they knew, for the first time in a long while, the young man had learned to feel.
Sometimes, they would hear him cry.
Shigure kept his promise to Sierra and checked up on her every so often. He called his brother once a month to get details. Their relationship, although once staggered and strained, was now growing. It felt...good. Odd, but good. For both of them.
Sierra's parents both took the story of what happened to their daughter in stride. They knew the truth but had been the ones to devise her new life after her memories were erased. They did their best to once again hide from her the truth of her father's family. Anything linked to the Sohmas that could be found in her belongings was destroyed. Everything else...well, that was left to fate.
The girl was preparing for her second year of college, studying to be a financial analyst. She took classes 4 days a week and worked on weekends. Oh to be young again, Shigure thought, putting the notebooks aside and pulling an envelope off his desk. He emptied the contents onto his futon. Pictures lay strewn around him. The first one he picked up was of Sierra, the same bright smile he remembered plastered on her face. A portrait taken just after she moved home. She was growing up to be quiet an attractive young lady.
The second picture was also of Sierra...holding a baby. It was taken the day she was released from the hospital, or so it said on the back. She looked so happy, even if the baby did not. No one knew she was pregnant when Hatori erased her memories. Although, Shigure suspected that perhaps Sierra DID know, but he couldn't be certain.
The next picture he picked up was of the baby. Poor thing was bundled from head to toe and lying in what looked like an uncomfortable bassinet. The writing on the back indicated his name: Seiichi Michael Sohma. According to the writing, he was 8 months old...and growing like a weed! It was a blessing that he was not one of the cursed. Shigure smiled to himself.
Akito was never told he existed.
His plan...had failed.
And that, Shigure thought as he gathered the pictures and placed them back in the envelope, was a better ending to a story than he could ever write.
~END EPILOGUE I~
Epilogue II - Thinking About The Future
I've been unable to sleep lately. Too many things going through my head. So, my therapist thought it might be a good idea to write my thoughts out in a journal. I have to admit I feel somewhat foolish. I haven't done anything like this since...well, I can't even remember.
But I suppose this is a good idea. I tend to get things jumbled inside my head. Ever since I was in that car accident my freshman year in high school, my memory hasn't been the same. I mean, I can remember things, but I feel as if I'm missing a good three years of my life. That's only natural, I guess, considering I'd been in a coma for nearly two years afterward.
Then the horrible breakup with my boyfriend ocurred senior year and I found out I was pregnant. That was a kicker. Aparrently I'd gone into a state of shock and blocked the whole thing from memory. I was bound and determined to give the child away, but my parents -- wonderful people that they are -- convinced me to keep him.
Him...my son.
He was so cute the first time I saw him. I thought for certain I would regret keeping him in my life, but now...I'm glad I did. Otherwise, my life wouldn't be so full of excitement, of joy.
And I never would've met the OTHER him.
The reason I can't sleep at night.
I met him at the park a few weeks ago. I had taken Seiichi there for his afternoon nap (he loves the outdoors) and it was a good opportunity to drown myself in a book that DIDN'T involve accounting, finance or anything school related. I sat on one of the benches closest to the playground, the sound of other children running and screaming dimly played in the back of my mind. With my foot I rolled the stroller forward and backward in that soothing motion that puts my son directly to sleep, all the while reading through this wonderful book written by some Japanese author I'd never heard of.
"It's an interesting book, isn't it?"
I was startled to hear a voice so close to my ear. Immediately I looked up, my head practically snapping with the motion. I was surprised again to see a young man, probably not much older than myself. His hair was cut relatively short, but it was the color that was...odd. White on black. Not salt and pepper, mind you. Pure white on top and darkest black at the bottom. I'd never seen such coloring. Although it suited -- and matched -- his somewhat punk look: black jeans, a white button-down shirt (untucked), a pair of black military style boots and a host of jewelry that would've put the bling on a Hollywood actress to shame. He smiled at me in a casual way and nodded to the novel in my hands.
"Well, I haven't gotten that far, actually," I told him, offering the best smile I could. I don't normally talk to strangers. My mother didn't raise a fool, you know. "I just started it today."
"Ah."
I raised an eyebrow in question. "Have you read the book?"
He nodded again. "Yep."
"And you enjoyed it?"
"Yeah. It's a bit of a slow starter, but it gets better around chapter 4 or so."
"Is that right?"
Nodding a third time he replied, "Yep."
"What...other books have you read lately?"
And that's how our conversation first started. Over a novel my father recommended. I must lead a boring life. But I was surprised by the knowledge this man had. For someone who looked like they should be on the cover of "Rolling Stone", he was very intelligent. He was Japanese, although he hardly looked it, and was attending Stanford on a scholarship, studying graphic design. I asked him why he chose to go to school here.
"It's as far away from home as possible," was his reply.
"You...don't get along with your family?"
"Not really."
I stopped myself from asking any more and tried a less...painful...subject. "Why'd you chose to study graphic design?"
"Why are you studying finance?" he asked in return.
"Because I like numbers and attention to detail," I shot back. "So why are you studying graphic design?"
"Because I like creating things," he answered honestly.
Our conversation continued inside a coffee shop and later turned into several coffee dates, a free dinner and a night out at the movies. I enjoy spending time with him. So does Seiichi. And Haru -- I haven't mentioned his name yet, have I -- is so good with him. Several people have already mistaken us for newlyweds...and I've only known him for a few months!
But I'd like to know him forever.
That sounds so silly, doesn't it?
Talking to him -- and this is going to sound silly too -- is like talking to an old friend. I'm very comfortable, very relaxed around him. Perhaps it's that air of casualness he tends to give off. He's pretty easy going, although I found out the hard way he can get lost easily, too. We compliment each other in some ways, yet the differences are so very intriguing. I feel as if I've known him forever already...yet I don't know nearly enough.
I've even developed a crush on him. ACK!
And so I've come to the point of this entry. My crush. Granted that's all it is, and that's all it ever may be, but...well...despite the fact that I don't want a boyfriend right now...I can't ignore him. He's grown on me and we're practically attached at the hip whenever we can find a spare moment together. He's good to Seiichi, which is uber important, and he's good to me. We're becoming close friends...close enough that he's beginning to open up about his family little by little. At this point in my life, I need this. I need what we have now.
But when that's not enough...will he still be my friend?
*sigh* I guess I really don't need to worry about these things. Not yet. But when I lay down at night I can't stop thinking about the future. I have a son to worry about, and a future of my own yet to create. I don't like the uncertainty of it all. But there's nothing else for me to do, is there? Just sit and wait.
Oh yeah, and get to sleep...which I think I'm ready to do now. This really is therapeutic. I'll have to do it again.
How about tomorrow after our dinner date?
See you then!
Best wishes,
Sierra
~FIN~
DISCLAIMER:
Fruits Basket is owned by Natsuki Takaya/HAKUSENSHA - TV TOKYO - NAS - Fruba Project and licensed by FUNimation Productions, Ltd (for distribution in the USA). All copyrights go to them and not me. All characters are used here without permission. Please don't sue. No money is being made from the production of this story therefore I have no money to give you.
Sierra Sohma, and all others not associated with Furuba, are my creations and therefore the only thing here I do own. *sigh* Pity them, onegai.
AUTHOR'S FINAL NOTES:
I can't believe I started this story over a year ago! And now it's completed! YAY! *throws confetti and blows a noisemaker*
First of all, I will admit to leaving the very end open. As of right now though, I have no plans for a sequel. Gomen nasai. But you never know when the muse will strike next. Maybe in another month, or two, or twelve...maybe....
Secondly, a very big thank you to everyone who has (and will) read and/or reviewed this story. I'm such a sucker for feedback, good or bad. It's one of the ways we writer's learn and grow. You're constructive criticism and kind words of encouragement are what made this story possible. Special thanks to my friends Mona and Kat who were supportive even when I thought the story was complete crap. And more thanks to those readers/reviewers from the Furuba Lemon Basket ML. I could not have done it without any of you! *sends many many hugs*
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoy my other stories as well. ^_^
~Miyu-chan