A/N: This is it: the last chapter.

I want to give a huge thanks to Shadow Host, for all the wonderful ideas she gave me.

I also would like to thank Shymaera and Aveyondstars, who participated in this more than you know. (proofreading, ideas, etc)

And, of course, to absolutely everyone who reviewed.

And to all my readers, even if you didn't review. You guys are the reason I even bothered writing this, and I gave up a lot of time I could be working on more important things because of you guys.

And lastly, to the old sitcom Gilligan's Island, which was what inspired me to write this fic in the first place.

The Million Dollar Bet


"Who's going to take Jiji?" Yaya asked, stuffing an unreasonably large piece of danish in her mouth.

"I will," Ikuto said, as if it was obvious. Everyone looked at him in surprise.

"Ikuto-nii-san, are you sure that's a good idea?" asked Tadase. "You don't know how to take care of a dog."

"How hard could it be?"

"And even if someone else did take her, I bet she'd show up on our doorstep in a few days, anyway," said Utau.

"Maybe we'll get to find out who sent us the bet in the first place, now," Kukai changed the subject.

A few hours after breakfast, they were picked up. The whole ride to wherever it was they were going was spent discussing what each person would do with their money.

"Yaya wants to buy a hundred candy stores!"

"I don't think that's enough money for a hundred candy stores," Nagihiko pointed out.

"Yaya's only going to buy the candy, not the stores," she corrected herself.

"I'm going to get a copy of every gag manga there is," Rima said.

"I want to go on a trip," said Amu. "What are you going to do, Ikuto?"

"I don't know," he said, trying to keep the puppy on his lap from squirming too much. "I guess I'll get Jiji some dog food, so she's not eating table scraps."

"I'm going to go shopping," Utau decided.

And thus they went on dreaming up things they would buy with the money from the bet. Even the charas were fantasizing about it—they would surely get a share.

Finally, they arrived at a very familiar place, and everyone got out.

"Seiyo Elementary?" Kukai stated the obvious.

"Why are we here?" asked Tadase.

"I guess this is where we're meeting the anonymous person," said Amu.

They were led toward the royal garden.

"I have a bad feeling about this," Nagihiko muttered.

When they entered, it was to find none but Tsukasa sitting at the table. Everyone groaned, or did something to that extent.

"You're not the anonymous person, are you?" Ikuto asked hopefully.

"Yep, that's me." He pulled a bunch of papers out of nowhere and began looking through them.

"So where is the million dollars?" asked Rima. Tsukasa looked a slightly nervous.

"Well, about that..." he began.

Silence enveloped the room as the harsh glares of eight people fell on him.

"I used the million dollars to set up the house and such. So I guess you could say I was kidding about the money. But, in a sense, you lost."

"How did we loose?" Amu inquired.

"For one, you nearly blew up the kitchen."

"Nearly," Utau pointed out.

"Yes, but Tadase also got locked in a closet overnight."

"Who calls that disastrous? I call it a blessing," Ikuto smirked. Tadase looked hurt.

"And Utau and Kukai wasted a lot of water and flooded a good portion of the back yard."

"That's not exactly a disaster," Nagihiko said.

"Amu and Rima both lost their first kiss." Amu turned bright red, and Rima blushed a little bit, too.

"I didn't mind that at all," said the petite blond.

"And Amu didn't mind, either," Ikuto said. The pinkette glared at him.

"Yes, I did!"

"But you don't anymore," he wrapped his arms around her waist, and she blushed even harder. Jiji barked at them.

"Amu consumed a piece of cardboard," said Tsukasa, "How is that not disastrous?"

"How is it disastrous?" Utau replied.

"And Yaya failed at making cookies."

"Definitely a disaster!" exclaimed Yaya.

"And she nearly burnt down the kitchen another time."

"Get to the point already," Utau was loosing her patience.

"Well, you guys half-lost. So you don't owe me anything, but I'm not giving you the million dollars."

Everyone began to speak at once, but Tsukasa interrupted them.

"However, the house is still there, and I have nothing to do with it. So every year, you are all welcome to come and stay at the house for two weeks at my expense."

In a way, it was better than the money.

~Some-odd years later~

Rima's amber eyes opened to meet a pair of brown ones, and she smiled slightly. "Morning, Purple-head," she said teasingly.

"How are you feeling, Rima-chan?" Nagihiko asked as he sat up. Rima did the same.

"Fine," she said, rolling her eyes.

"You know I have a good reason to be worried," he defended.

"Sure, but I'm not that small. Everything will be alright. It hasn't even been that long."

"Here," he stood and lifted her princess-style off their bed, heading down the stairs and into the kitchen of the Fujisaki mansion.

"Nagi, you're being ridiculous."

"Is there something wrong with that?" he set her down and tilted her chin upwards.

"I guess not," she replied, standing on her tip-toes to kiss him.

At that moment, a maid walked into the room. Upon seeing this, she turned away and waited for them to finish before she addressed what she'd come for. All the maids in the mansion had grown accustomed to such.

She heard Rima speak and turned back around. "The mail," was all she said, setting some papers on the counter. Nagihiko picked them up and began to sort through them. One in specific caught his eye, and he set the rest aside as he opened it.

"Hey, Rima, look at this!"

She did so. It was the same piece of mail that they had been receiving every year for quite some time now.

Hinamori Amu, Hotori Tadase, Fujisaki Nagihiko, Fujisaki Rima, Yuiki Yaya, Souma Kukai, Souma Utau, and Tsukiyomi Ikuto are all invited to stay at the Million Dollar Bet House for two weeks, all expenses paid by Tsukasa.

If you would like to come, be at the park on Sunday at 3:00 PM with your suitcases, ready to go.


"Yes!" Rima exclaimed, glomping her husband. "I knew it would be coming sometime soon."

"Next year that invitation list will have one more Fujisaki added to it," Nagihiko grinned happily.

"And instead of 'Hinamori Amu', it will say 'Tsukiyomi Amu'," Rima added.

The next two weeks would be full of old memories and new fun.

A/N: That was lame. I really didn't know how to end it.

The reason I put "some-odd years later" rather than specifying anything is because I left it completely up to the reader to decide how old the characters were in this. So the amount of time depends on how old you imagined them to be. In my own mind, Amu's class was in highschool at the point the bet took place.

In case you didn't catch on, Rima is pregnant, and Amu and Ikuto are engaged.

Please review, even though this epilogue failed miserably.