InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Purity Short: The Fairy Tale ❯ The Fairy Tale ( Epilogue )

~~Epilogue~~

~The Fairy Tale~

 

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:Edinburgh, Scotland, UK:

:Edinburgh Airport:

:Friday, March24, 2062:

:11:45 a.m.:

 

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“Last call for passengers boarding Flight 898 from Edinburgh to London. I repeat: last call for Flight 898. Thank you.”

 

“That's us,” Meara said as she stood up, smiling wanly despite the weariness in her drawn countenance.

 

Morio smiled, too, taking her hand and leading the way toward the boarding gate as he dug the tickets out of his pocket. Edinburgh to London to Bangkok to Tokyo . . . a hell of a long flight, but in the end, she'd be safe. “No regrets, right?”

 

Her smile widened though the barest hint of melancholy remained. “No regrets,” she agreed.

 

“She'll find you one day,” Morio said, understanding the unvoiced concern.

 

Meara nodded, squeezing Morio's hand—a thank you, he supposed, for being supportive. “She will, won't she?”

 

“You'll love Tokyo, you know,” he went on, trying to get her mind off her worries, “and my family . . . well, they'll adore you almost as much as I do.”

 

Meara smiled again, her gaze slipping to the side, and she paused, taking one last, long look out the sheet glass windows at the only place she'd ever really known. “I'll never see Scotland again, will I?”

 

“Never say never,” Morio said.

 

Meara sighed, dragging her gaze away before leaning up to kiss Morio's cheek. “As long as I'm with you, I don't think I'll miss it.”

 

“I'll make you smile every day. I promise,” Morio vowed.

 

Meara giggled softly—it was the first time he'd heard that particular sound since Aislynn's birthday, and the relief he felt . . . well, it was welcome. “You know . . . I've been meaning to tell you.”

 

Morio stopped in line behind a dozen other last minute boarders. “Oh?”

 

She nodded, licking her lips with the tip of her pink tongue. “Yes.”

 

“What's that?”

 

She shrugged, a light dusting of a blush rising on her cheeks as she demurely looked at the floor. “You were right in the beginning . . . `Morio was right; Meara was wrong. Morio's a god among men, and Meara's just a lowly wench'.”

 

He laughed. “Yeah . . . you just owe me another . . . oh, let's see . . . almost seven years of admitting that every day . . .”

 

“Don't push your luck, Morio Izayoi,” she countered, wrinkling her nose in an absolutely adorable way.

 

“I'll always push my luck for you, Meara. I love you, and I wish . . .”

 

She sighed, lifting her fingers to press against his lips, silencing him. “No regrets, remember?”

 

Morio caught her hand, kissed her fingertips, letting her see every emotion she made him feel written in the depths of his gaze.

 

`Think of it this way: living in regret is the coward's way out. Vow to make her smile every day instead . . . the fairy tale can happen . . .'

 

“The fairy tale is just beginning, Meara; I promise you.”

 

“Fairy tale?”

 

Morio chuckled, pulling her close into a warm hug. “Yes, wench: the fairy tale . . . and one day, the princess will be rescued from the evil lord, and she'll be reunited with the sister that she loves.”

 

She stared at him for several long moments, her eyes glossing over with a fine sheen of tears. “You really believe that, don't you?”

 

Morio nodded solemnly, refusing to believe, even for a moment, that it wasn't going to happen just like he saw it. “Yes, I do.”

 

 

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The front door creaked open with a mighty tug as the little girl pulled with all her strength, casting a fearful glance over her shoulder at the empty foyer behind her. Breathing a sigh of relief as she slipped out the door and let go of the handle, she shuffled to the edge of the great stone porch and down the steps onto the flagstone path that led to the huge circular driveway of the old manor.

 

Off to the left, she could still see the rising tendrils of smoke, and she could still smell the fumes of burning plastic and other man-made materials as the last of the bonfire was slowly dying away. She'd watched that fire all night from her darkened bedroom window as silent tears streamed down her rounded cheeks. All of her toys were gone, weren't they? Every single one that Meara had ever brought her, burned in the night along with every single thing that bore Meara's unmistakable scent that had been left behind . . .

 

The heels of her shining white leather Mary Janes clicked against the flagstone as she clenched her small fists around handfuls of the white lace overlay of her dress, and she stepped with an absolute purpose toward the driveway, glancing up at the sunny sky as the late March breeze rippled through her downy hair.

 

She stopped in the middle of the driveway, straightening her shoulders as she faced the east—faced the long and winding driveway, holding onto her index finger with her other hand, the darkest pink Cupid's bow lips mouthing words that held no sound.

 

“It's Friday, Meara . . . You'll be here today . . .”

 

Father had said that she wasn't coming back, hadn't he? Still, Aislynn knew in her heart that Meara wouldn't leave her alone like that. She wouldn't because they were sisters, and because Meara . . . Meara loved her.

 

The tiniest smile perked up the corners of her lips as Aislynn's arms dropped to her sides.

 

She wouldn't go back into the castle; not until Meara arrived . . .

 

 

 

 

 

 

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~The End~

 

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Saturday, August 26, 2006.

12:23 a.m.

 

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A/N:

 

And there you have it. Bear in mind before anyone complains about where I chose to end the story that it was MEANT to be a short story. Not every question is answered, no, but then, I'm sure that we'll see more ofMorio and Meara in the latter Puritystories, and some answers take longer to reach than others. It doesn't really make sense to skip years into the future to have the natural fulfillment of a situation that has not yet come to pass. Remember that this was not a story that I'd ever intended to write. Morio's story was never actually meant to be told. I wrote it because I liked Morio; because I liked Meara, and for anyone who may feel that this story is `incomplete' … I make no apologies.

 

I hope you've enjoyed this story, such as it is. Now to probe into the mind of a very grumpy bear-youkaiand Bellaniece's daughter… heh …

 

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Final Thought fromMeara:

My fairy tale …

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Blanket disclaimer for this fanfic (will apply to this and all other chapters in Fairy Tale): I do not claim any rights to InuYasha or the characters associated with the anime/manga. Those rights belong to Rumiko Takahashi, et al. I do offer my thanks to her for creating such vivid characters for me to terrorize.

 

~Sue~