This was not written by me. This was written by ilovezim123 so all should say thank you to her. She would also like you all to know that "that the kiku in this story does not connect with the personification of Japan in any way. It was
just the first name that popped in to my head."

Thank you and hope you enjoy it as much as I did. ~Femalefighter~

Emma Rose, Otori-Honda sat in front of two headstones. One was old and weathered and the other was just a few weeks old. Her mother had died two weeks ago and she had visited his grave ever since. Beside her was her husband Kiku and their daughter Sakura. The little girl lied a branch of the blossoms that she was named after on her grandmother's grave. She looked up and smiled at the sky because she knew her grandparents were together again.


Up in heaven Tamaki and Kyouya looked down on their loved ones back on earth. "You did a good job with her Tamaki. I knew you would."

"She grew up to be just like you though. And I wouldn't have it any other way." The two kissed and went on watching their daughter with her own daughter and a son on the way. Perfectly happy.