Disclaimer: I do not own or claim to own Kannazuki no Miko. Kannazuki no Miko is copyrighted to Kaishaku and Geneon studios. Any and all cameos are copyrighted to Tite Kubo.

(A/N: Here we have reached the conclusion of this exciting tale. I would like to take a moment and thank Black Callballiere, marine-dreams, krugen, Squeaky Phantom and everyone else for all their consistent reviews and their constant inspiration the forwarded my writing. Whatever doubts or hesitance I had, you guys kept me going. I'd also like to thank my friends and family for understanding how busy I was writing this novel.

An most of all, I'd like to give a big thank you and shout out to CrazyNinjaPenguin. Without his fast betas and editing skills, this fanfiction would not have been nearly as good. If you haven't heard of this fine author, go search now! CrazyNinjaPenguin, it's been tough, but we pulled through! Enjoy!)

El Futuro de este estado, Desugaron

Everyone wore Hamakas. Everyone who lived within the state's limits was required to wear the white robe with a bottom resembling a kimono. They could alter it as El Rey did through various circumstances, but above all else, everyone was required to wear a hamaka.

Where Mahoroba was a chaotic state of anarchy and rebellion, Desugaron was a clean, functioning state with no critics, no outcasts, and no war. The architecture had evolved from simple stone castles and wooden huts into tall stone pillars that everyone resided in. There was one window so people may enjoy the Spaniard's king beauty as well as bronze statues that resembled him. The roof's surface was flat so that the arrancar troops could move more quickly in order to catch criminals and thieves. The kingdom of gray had become a state of white, where no rebel would dare survive.

The arrancar troops who replaced the royal guard wore demonic masks to protect their identity. They were also considered above and superior to the common citizen and therefore granted a katana and freedom to exercise such a weapon. As El Rey's eyes and ears, they protected the streets from thieves, muggers, and the occasional out speaker. No one ever died from the encounters. They were simply led into an alley, and they vanished.

There was no mention of king and lady Himemiya in the books for there weren't any books recording the trials of the rebel king and his bride. Whatever contraband material deemed 'hazardous to the minds and spirit of Desugaron' was immediately confiscated or burnt on the spot. The same could be said for roughly half the books in the royal library. When properly disposed of, the books were replaced with details of the rich Spaniard culture. Those who were literate and still alive, didn't give a single complaint.

The maids of the royal mansion were sent away. After a long and tearful goodbye to the former princess, they set off trying to make their fortunes in the new state. Many, who had no other skills than cooking and cleaning, were forced to work under El Rey's service where he sat happily in his castle, Las Noches. The head maid was never seen by the other maids.

The surviving Elders handed over whatever power they held and were sent to a resting home where stories of the Spaniard king were told to them. Oddly enough, those critical of the stories had died much quicker than they were expected to.

Mizu Abuki, acquitted for his crimes against the kingdom, danced happily and mocked whoever called him crazy. When rumor of a white horse passing through had reached his ears, he mounted the nearest horse and claimed that he would not return unless he captured the 'damned Shirosaki.' He was never seen again.

Kazuki Oogami would lay in his cell for the rest of his long life. Even through several escape attempts by other prisoners and the very persistent urgings of a boy with blond, feathery hair, the former priest refused to move. When asked why, he simply stated, "I'm too tired for such things anymore." Instead, he would lay in his cell, dictating his life story to those who bothered to hear it. He would eventually die of a stomach illness linked to food poisoning. He would be found out dead several days later.

Makoto Saotome lived peacefully as a citizen of Desugaron. She obeyed all the rules and made no criticism against El Rey. During one night, away from many guards and citizens, reports claim she went to the nearby forest whispering the phrase, "A hero is nothing more than a traitor." She agitated herself to the point where she flung a piece of thick gold metal into the forest. Said object was never found.

It is unknown whether or not Souma Oogami was involved with several attempts to sabotage the development of Desugaron early on. After many buildings and structures had been painted and broken into, many rumors circulated that the rebel had kept his word and was beginning a revolution. However, after several weeks of silence, the rumors died down. Speculation may point Souma Oogami returning to a cavern underneath a southern waterfall, never once leaving.

During his visits to Desugaron, El Rey happened upon a piece of paper that had his picture of a blue-haired, blue eyed demon with a deformed jaw. His flesh, giving him his current appearance, gave him the nickname, "Grimmjow Jaegerjaques." He liked the name.

As for the parties of Himeko Kurusugawa and Chikane Himemiya, an event would occur changing their lives forever.

"This is blasphemy!" The old man cried out. "How dare you defile our religion with your perverse idealolgy?"

"Because whatever El Rey says, it is law." The arrancar enforcer replied. "If she wants to marry her brother, her sister or a goddamn horse, it is only because El Rey allows it."

"I will not allow this! I am a messenger of God! I have the freedom of speech, don't I?"

Just as the old zealot would have caused much more trouble, he gasped only to have a katana stop inches from his neck, causing him to be silent.

"Sure you do, old man. Just as I have the freedom to let my sword loose anywhere I want. But if you're so careless that you let your throat be inflated with more of your nonsense, then there's no guarantee that it won't slip against my clean sword, is there? Now, what did you want to say?"

"...Bless the king?"

"Good." After sheathing his sword, the arrancar enforcer made a quick undercut to the old man's stomach. Naturally, his fellow patrolmen walked forward to aid him.

"This one's not fully 'enlightened' yet. Why don't you take him to an alley and do so?"

The guards took the old man back to an alley. According to witnesses, there was no old man.

"Himeko," Makoto whined, seeing the girl still in her marble bed. "Himeko, get up you lazy bum!"

In truth, Himeko didn't want to move an inch from her comfortable, yet hard marble bed. She had rested so peacefully that she believed if she laid still long enough, the bothersome Makoto Saotome would eventually abandon all attempts to wake her. For a moment, it had worked.

"Fine. I guess when you're late for your own wedding, I'll just have to tell everyone that you've been laying around, sleeping." As soon as Makoto had finished speaking, Himeko shot up, looking out the hole of the window. She hadn't realized how much of the morning had already passed.

"Oh no! I'm late! I'm late!" Himeko screamed as she rushed to her stone closet and threw out sets among sets of clothes.

"You shouldn't have stayed up so late then." Makoto smirked, as she looked at the small rose placed on the stone mantle. Usually, the arrancar would have confiscated such individuality, but Himeko had hidden it well. As she stepped out, Himeko revealed her wedding dress: a neatly trimmed hamaka with a kimono flowing to act as a train.

"What do you think?" Himeko smiled as she twirled around.

"I think it looks great," Makoto replied, knowing they had both worn the exact same dress. As Himeko, brushed her hair in the mirror, Makoto shifted slowly on the bed, taking a seat. Himeko noticed this, watching through the mirror.

"Mako-chan, what's wrong?"

The auburn-haired girl looked up and shook her head. "Nothing."

"No," Himeko gazed at her maid of honor with amethyst eyes. "You can tell me."

The emerald-eyed girl walked up slowly and held Himeko by the shoulders. "It's just that-You know, what we talked about last night." Himeko gave a sad nod, recalling the conversation last night. There had been a long and heated discussion about the arrangement of the marriage and what situations would arise afterwards.

"I know the risks, Mako-chan, but I'm willing to accept them."

Makoto gave a tight squeeze against the girl, taking a deep sigh.

"You really love her, don't you?"

Himeko only responded by giving an affirmative nod.

As Otoha aided the azure-haired beauty into her dress, Chikane could already sense the maid's anxiety throughout the morning. Her usual cleaning had become sloppy. She had gotten the wrong materials twice in a row. Then, of course, there was the constant shattering of the plates. Chikane turned to her, and looked at Otoha who wore her white hamaka very modestly. At first, Otoha ignored the blue haired girl's gaze and continued to sweep in circles. When Chikane grabbed one end of the broom pole, however Otoha stopped and looked at her with honest eyes.

"Otoha," Chikane asked in her comforting voice "What's wrong?"

"Ojou-sama, you know exactly 'what's wrong.'"

"Please," Chikane took a step back, and resumed touching up her face, "Not this again, Otoha. We've discussed this far too many times."

"How can I not protest?" The former head maid stepped forward, her hands tucked forward. "You're practically giving up what shred of freedom you have. How can I not worry about your safety?" Chikane sighed. Otoha's fears of El Rey's control had become hysterical. Rumor that he had manipulated marriage into a loyalty oath was nothing more than hearsay to Chikane. Anything and everything that mattered only stood a moment away. However, Otoha refused to remain quiet much longer.

"You know why he's doing this, don't you Ojou-sama?" Otoha began to pace back and forth, trying to find something dirtier to clean, something easier to fix than the ceremony. "He wants you to swear an oath to him. He wants to break you in a way that you'll have to beg him so you can marry this-this girl! Please, Ojou-sama, reconsider! Remember what happened to the young couple a month back. First they were fully committed to overthrowing El Rey, now they're just slaves like everyone else!"

Chikane refused to hear another word. with an assertion of her power, she turned around and gazed at Otoha with her cold eyes.

"I believe the law states it quite clearly, Otoha. Those not married will not consort or live with others. Besides, Otoha, that deviant king will never posses my heart. It only belongs to one person." Just as she finished, she heard a knock on her door. Both the former princess and the former maid rushed down the stone stairs to find a simple blond girl, holding a bouquet of lilies.

"Ready to go, Chikane-chan?" Himeko asked, trying to look her best in her white hamaka.

"Of course, Himeko."

As they locked arms, they marched towards the church. The road that used to consist of cobblestone and noise was now quiet, clean, and stable. When they had passed several vendors, they received polite bows and bowed back together. The feeling of disgust wasn't foreign, however, as Chikane noticed a familiar old woman sneer with disgust. However, other than the occasional frown or turn of the head, the arrancar enforcers made sure no other insult was made. As they faced the marble building, smooth and cylindrical, they gripped each other's hands tightly and entered.

They entered the church, first noticing the stained glass before them was a likeness of the Spaniard king, his jaw made open because of the two girls' actions. Light blue glass had complemented his hair while the rest of the glass matched his skin and his blanched white hamaka. They stepped forward through two aisles, and saw each row contained stangers who were unknown to them. They couldn't help but notice the arrancar troops standing on each side watching the audience as they struggled in their chains that bound them to their seats.

As they stepped forward, Himeko couldn't help but gasp at the sight of the pastor. Chikane held her and comforted her, being quite intimidated herself. The man looked like a spectre of sorts, his skin being abnormally white. Though he wasn't much taller than the blue haired woman, his unruly black hair had given him the appearance of an older man. But most notable were his eyes. Rather than a deep emerald like Makoto's pupils, his eyes were cyan, reminiscent of the depths of the green ocean waiting to consume someone. They noticed the marks running down his face, as if they were tears. He opened up his book, but refused to take his eyes off both girls. As he spoke, Himeko couldn't help but shudder with the emotionless man's voice.

"People claim that there are only two kinds of people in this world: those who are looking for their significant other and those who are still searching." Chikane couldn't help but smile at this description. It had seemed perfect for what their situation described. Chikane, for all of her young life, had searched for someone to call a friend. But when she had found it, she found something much more wonderful. As her heart began to bubble with delight, she nuzzed Himeko slightly by rubbing their cheeks together.

"But this is a lie."

Chikane and Himeko broke out of their trances to hear the pastor's heartless voice become even colder.

"Because there are only two kinds of people in this world: those who obey the authority who watches over them and those who do not. Those who obey the authority, will be granted happiness and protection from the king. Those who do not are just trash." The pastor took a moment of silence when he looked at both girls with his bright green eyes.

"Himeko Krusugawa, do you swear to use this binding as a means to better serve the king rather than just a distraction?" The pastor watched as Himeko nodded her head quite fiercely. Both girls knew how she had to lie in order to spend the rest of their lives together.

"Chikane Himemiya, do you swear to cut down Himeko Kurusugawa if she is suspected of treason?" Chikane nodded her head slowly, deceiving the pastor. She held Himeko's hand tightly, wanting the ceremony to be over.

"Do both of you swear to better serve the king with your bodies and spirits joined?" Both of them nodded.

"Then I pronounce you wedded. Do as you please." Himeko and Chikane turned to each other and wrapped their arms around each other's neck. They leaned in and kissed each other softly, brushing the other's lips. As their lips remained attached to each other, they heard an applause from the audience. It was a loud applause. It was a well-timed applause.

But, it wasn't a happy applause.

It felt hollow and false. It was if they applauded out of fear of the arrancar's swords than it was for their happiness. In fact, the only true applause came from two people. "Woo hoo!" Makoto yelled through the thick of the crowd. "You two look really pretty together!" As the applause died out, both of the girls ran out of the church, Chikane dragging Himeko alongside her. As they giggled in happiness, they went to their new home, identical to their old homes. Chikane, in a fit of spontaneous thinking, picked Himeko and cradled her in her arms. As they entered through the door together, they noticed many guards within their home.

As they entered through the corridors, many arrancar troops had been seated at their dining room and positioned near doors. Himeko and Chikane looked at each other curiously as Chikane carried Himeko up the marble stairs, only to find the pastor and a heavy set arrancar, seated leaning to their door.

"You will have the rest of the day to conduct your business." The pastor said in his cold voice as he opened the door. "Tomorrow, you'll have a lot of work ahead of you." Himeko and Chikane entered the room as the man closed the door behind them. Even if they couldn't have any privacy in their home, they could at least have themselves. Himeko nipped Chikane's neck furiously as she pulled off the white uniform. It wasn't long until both were completely bare and Himeko worked her way down to Chikane's slit.

Himeko paused as she laid Chikane down. The flesh before her slit used to be bare now had stubble and stands of unruly hair on it. It was as if Himeko looked into a black forest, now beginning to grow.

She was still beautiful.

Himeko woke with a stir, to find Chikane gone from her grasp. She rose up quickly from her marble bed, only to find the sheets stained and her lover missing. She rose up slowly, and scanned the room. The blonde's heart stopped pacing when she had caught sight of Chikane, standing to look through the window. Himeko got to her feet and embraced the azure-haired girl, giving a slight frown, content as she did so.

"Chikane-chan!" Himeko cried out. "Don't do that again! I was worried something might have happened to you."

Chikane wrapped her new bride around her waist. "Forgive me, I did not mean to scare you. I was just distracted." Himeko sighed with content as they gazed outside to see the moon, crescent shaped.

"They're putting up a new statue." Chikane whispered. Himeko realized, barely below the moon shone a golden statue of the Spaniard king. His grass-like hair, his wide grinned smile, even his jaw cut opened were all embedded in gold. They looked up, realizing that the statue had faced both of them and stared at both of them equally. As Chikane's hand began to shake, Himeko grabbed it and held it tightly. She pulled the hand up to her lips and kissed it slightly. They smiled and embraced each other.

They held each other tightly in the night as the King's eyes gazed down at them.

(A/N: Originally, I wrote this story out of pure spite. I had hated Kannazuki no Miko and was jealous that such a shoddy story could be admired. I also wasn't a fan of Tsuyazakura Kouyuki, and his fluff fanfics, such as Priestesses: Unchained, which I found gag worthy. Jealously ate at my mind as I, a struggling writer, became agitated and angry. However, as time passed, while I wrote the story, I discovered many things. After putting all of my creative energy into the work, I realized how difficult writers have it. And after reading some forum, such as and picking up the manga, I realized something. Kannazuki no Miko is a good anime based on a crappy manga. Honestly, it's poorly written, badly drawn and makes little to no sense. I then understood the position the anime studio was in when Kaishaku came to them with novel in mind. Given with what they had, the anime did a pretty good job on telling Himeko and Chikane's story. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I've made my peace with this series. Before, I was so filled with rage and anger, that now, I'm relieved. From what I've seen, I can only say one thing. Kannazuki no Miko isn't the best anime, nor is it the worst. But it's pretty good Shoujo-ai. (But I'll be damned if this is better than Mai Hime.)

Farewell, Kannazuki no Miko. I'm done with writing your stories. It's time to move on to bigger and better things, like Death Note.)