After hours of contemplation, I picked up the phone of my desk. I dialed the familiar number, if only familiar because I used it a few times. The ringing stopped and I heard a voice on the other end. "Gomen…" I stopped listening and waited for the beep of the machine.

"Jin, I really need to talk to you. Call me. Please."

I heard a click and someone was there. "Hello?"

I swallowed hard for a second before replying, "Hey."

He sighed but said nothing.

"Jin, I'm not sure what happened. And I don't know why."

There was a pause on the other end. But when he spoke, there was anger in his voice. "Gift from my father. Dang heredity. He gave me this curse and I hate him for it. But he's dead now, thankfully. And let him burn and rot in hell." His voice suddenly changed. "I can't control it."

"If I was there with you right now," I said. "I'd hold you."

"No," and the silence carried on for a few moments more before he spoke again. "No, you can't be around me. I don't want you getting hurt. It's too dangerous. But know that I still love you."

"And I will love you forever," I said smiling.

"No, I need to sort things out and when I'm done, you'll have found another."

"That is not true. I will wait forever."

"Wait as long as you like but not forever."

I thought tears would come to my eyes but they didn't come. "As long as I wear my bracelet, I'm still waiting for you." I pulled it off the bulletin board and fastened it to my wrist.


I waited two years for Jin Kazama to get the Devil Gene under control.

My grandmother came in, cheering with excitement. I figured her team won in soccer but I couldn't be sure.

"Leticia! ¡Hay un muchacho a la puerta! The one in the picture!"

My face lit up. I swiftly ran into the kitchen and over to the door. Jin was standing there staring at me, so I tackled him. I lifted my sleeve to show the bracelet he'd bought be when we were in Ireland.

"I've got it under control, now." He smiled. "But I don't know for how long. So how did you know that it was me? Your grandmother didn't ask for my name."

"Abuela just came in and said, 'There is a boy at the door, the one in the picture.'"

"What picture?"

"I have the picture of us that Mi took for us, remember?" I asked.

Mi abuela ran through the house yelling, "Hay es un muchacho guapo en mi casa. I've got to tell all my friends!"

I chuckled. "What?" Jin asked.


"No, tell me."

"My grandma keeps saying, 'There's a handsome boy in my house.'" I yelled over to her, "Abuela, I agree!" I turned back to Jin. "Did you just come here to tell me that, 'It is done'?"

"No," he shook his head. Jin took my hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it. He kissed my lips. I'd missed him too much to protest. He'd been gone for far too long.

I noticed, now, that on the hand he'd kissed, the hand he was holding, there laid a diamond ring.

All I could do was smile. He smiled and raised his eyebrows at me. "You're serious?"

"If I wasn't serious I wouldn't be here," he laughed. "So," he started. "About my answer."

"Do you think I'd really pass up an opportunity to be with you forever? Your answer is yes, Jin." I closed my eyes and he kissed my lips once more. "Your answer," I repeated, more to myself than to him, "is yes." I sighed, trying to think of what our children would look like.