I'm sorry that this is late…but I hope ya won't be disappointed anyway

Enjoy the last chapter of seven years later sobs runs away crying. I'll probably come up with a story again soon enough though…

Kyo didn't stop to see how Akari was, Yukimura took care of him. Kyo just rushed inside the room, staring at the young woman lying on the floor, with her eyes closed. Her chest didn't rise and fall; he couldn't hear her heart beat. Her skin had lost its shine and her hair was thin and worn. She was still full of dust and her clothes had been taken off her, and she now lay under a thin sheath. Every curve of her body showed trough the silken sheath.

"You've never looked more beautiful…" He said while exhaling and falling to his knees by her side. His vision blurred, he brought rough fingers up to his eyes and saw to his surprise that they were tears. He blinked a couple of times and felt the hot tears roll down his cheeks.

"Why am I crying?" He stared at Yuyas peaceful face.

"Is it because you are dead? Or…is it because I know now that I'll never love anyone but you?" Carefully he lifted her head from the pillow and supported her back with his other hand, and brought her up to his body. He drew in the scent of her, the scent of apples and cinnamon. Even with the strong blood scent and dust, she still smelled fresh.

"I always thought that, we would stay together, and that it was you who would be crying at my grave." His voice seemed to fade by each word he uttered. Sakuya came and looked at the tragic sight. Her heart ached as she saw the care Kyo showed for Yuya, and all the things he confessed to her. Tears strolled down her ceramic white cheeks; she didn't bother to wipe them away.

She noted a movement at the corner of her eye, and she noticed Kyoshiro staring at her with bloodshot eyes. His stare told her to move away, he seemed tired, sad, devastated, but still so much stronger than ever.

He threw a glance at Kyo and Yuya inside the room which reeked of Yuyas blood and lifeless body. He grabbed her shoulder and dragged her away.

Kyo didn't notice the scene playing outside the room, he just tried his hardest to remember what the last thing she had said to him was.

"If it is my destiny to come back, then so be it, if I were to die, then I ask of you not to forget about me, but keep on living your lives. Get married and live happily, I don’t want to die knowing that anyone will grieve me.”

"You must've known that we all would grieve you, Yuya…" He muttered into her neck. He started shaking and hugged her tightly.

"Why did you leave me Yuya..!" He screamed pained and rocked back and forth.

"I'll never forget, what you…,why you, I'm so…I'll always love you."

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A young girl with long silver white hair and yellow eyes ran up a hill and jumped over a fence of stone. Her cute little puppy barked joyfully and jumped it's way after the girl.

"Mommy, Daddy, see what I found up on the mountain!" She yelled as she approached a large Japanese house. A silver haired man came out of the house, another man sat by him, this man had a cat like appearance. And the girl addressed him as "neko-san."

"Daddy, see, I found a fan. It's a beautiful dragon on it." She showed her dad the fan, his eyes glistened for a second, but he regained his composure and smiled at his young daughter.

"It's beautiful Hime, just like you." He said and picked her up from the ground and swung her around in the air.

Another man came out from the house, his blue black hair and his bright blue eyes shone of intelligence.

"Yuki." She shouted, no formal addressing, but the older man didn't seem to care much. He just hugged her and smiled brightly.

"I'm going to find Kyo-kyo, I need to show him the fan." She ran into the house before anyone could stop her. And halfway down the hall she bumped into a broad chest.

"Hello there kiddie, what's the rush, this early in the morning, huh?" The deep voice of Bontenmaru reached her ears and she laughed.

"You're so stupid Bon-sama, it's all ready two in the afternoon." Hime laughed and ran past him. She heard his rolling laughter long after.

She exited the house again, and entered her aunt Mahiros' garden, Mahiro was nowhere to be seen though. She walked around and smelled the flowers, until she spotted her destination by the pond and the large stone with gold letters on.

"Kyo-Kyo, I want to show you something." She said and walked up to Kyo. His red blazing eyes scanned her, he showed no sign of joy, but Hime knew he enjoyed her company. Her uncle Kyoshiro had told her so.

"Look, I found a fan. Isn't it beautiful?" She reached him the fan, and she waited patiently while he opened the fan and examined it carefully.

"It is. Just like its owner, now and before." He said and gave her the fan.

"take good care of it, Hime, it's a strong weapon." Hime nodded and walked away, confused by what Kyo-kyo had meant by "now and before.) Little did she know that the white fan with the silver dragon had belonged to the only woman in Kyos life, the only woman who ever could reach out and touch his heart.

The one woman resting under the stone of golden letters.

Okay, if you're going to cry, cry to me, shout at me, because I deserve it. I'm crying myself right now. two rivers streaming down cheeks.

Fubuki: no one cried when I died. offended. I thought you cared for me Zachura…

Z: Yah, you were like the villain in this story, never seen anyone cry for the villains.

Fubuki: That hurt.