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Puppet Love	By : Fel5 Category: Yu-Gi-Oh > General Views: 7278 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Upon multiple request I decided to do a tiny little epilogue-it may not seem to fit with the story per se, but-oh, just read for yourselves, and please remember to
review.

Arigato!^^

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Epilogue:

Six years later

Smiling, twenty-one years old Kawaii Shizuka stepped out of the main building of Osaka Kyoiku University and
run towards the parking lot, waving happily at her boyfriend of three years, Hiroto Honda.
The tall brunet rose his hand to return the greeting, when loud honking made him pause.
Turning his head to the right and grinning, he said:
�Perfect, right on shedule!�
The sleek red Mazda RX8 rolled to a stop between him and Shizuka, and a slender youth of maybe eighteen years emerged the sportscar.
�Kaiba Mokuba, CEO and multi-millionaire, reporting for duty!� mock-saluted the raven-haired teen.

Against all odds and puplic belief, Mokuba had indeed managed to follow in his brother�s footsteps.
Given, the first two years had been disastreous, it had taken an enormous amount of continuous mental therapy to help him come to terms with Seto�s death.
He still had nightmares, but they grew more and more random.
With the help of Muuto-san, Honda, Shizuka, Anzu and Otogi, aswell as his two most trusted assistents, the young boy had managed to live up to Seto�s legacy and return Kaiba Corp to its former glory.
He had even
realized his brother�s life-long dream and errected Kaiba Land, complete with each a BluesEyesWhite Dragon and Dark Magician Theme Park, to honor both Seto and Yugi.
The maze, however, carried Jounouchi�s name.

�Ok, how fast can you get us to Kansai? Anzu�s plane is landing in less than two hours� worried Honda.
Mokuba chuckled, as the couple squeezed themselves into the backseat.
�Two hours? This baby eats the distance in under 58 minutes!�
�You know, I don�t really want to find ooouu-Mokiieeeee-!!!�

Anzu smiled tiredly, as she was hugged from three sides and then escorted to the waiting car, Honda and Mokuba carrying her luggage. Shizuka beamed at the other woman.
�So, is it true, what I heard? You�re really going to play in �Futari en trois couleurs�*?�
The elder brunette smiled, before nodding and signing:
�Hai, we will be touring for at least four seasons if all works well, and I got a two years contract as the main lead.�
�Anzu, that�s just great! See, I told you, you would make it!� cheered Mokuba, and Honda congratulated her aswell.

It had been hard, a rocky path filled with pain, despair and tears, but Mazaki Anzu had proven to be strong enough to make her dream come true and go to study classic and modern dance in New York, and learn sign language at the same time.
She had been scarred deeply, both physical and emotional, and her recovery had been an almost inhuman task.
Often she had thought of giving up, but every time she even as much as showed the tiniest bit of weakness, her friends and, most of all, Mokuba, had been there to pull her through.
And now she was indeed a dancer, and one of the best aswell.

Shizuka, quiet, calm and gentle, had surprisingly been the rock in the current.
Finishing High School, she had followed Honda to Osaka to study medicine.
Although her brother had disappeared, she had found a new one in Honda and, over the years, a man she could look up to and trust as implicitly as Jou.
In her heart, Katsuya would always remain second-to-none, and she had waited for his return many a night, although there was never a sign of him.
Her world shattered, when she had to accept the fact that Jou would never come back again, be it dead or alive, but once she had managed to let go of her onii-san, she had grown to love Honda for whom he was.

Honda, who had fallen a little behind, watched the two young women chattering amiably, his chestnut eyes resting on his girlfriend.
�You should ask her soon, Honda. I know, she�s only waiting for you to make the first step, senpai.�#
The brunet smiled, ever since Honda had started taking psychology, physio-pathology, ethics and philosophy as main studies, the younger Kaiba had stuck him with this honoration, because the elder still tried to understand, what exactly had driven Seto and Jou to snap and do the things they had done.
And yet, sometimes it seemed he was the freshman, because Mokuba had a deeper understanding for people than one would give the teen credit for.
Sighing, Honda confessed:
�I know, it�s just-I�m scared, you know? What if she rejects me? I-I couldn�t stand to lose her, too.�
�You�ll never know, if you don�t-uhg!�
�Gomen, I didn�t see you there. Here you go� mumbled the stranger, who had bumped into them both and almost knocked Honda over, managing to catch him at the last possible moment. He pulled the slightly shorter brunet up, dusted his shirt off a little and took a step back. A nod from a head adorned with red, short-cropped hair, the flash of a guilty smile, the faint twinkle of sunglasses, and the man gave a curt bow, before brushing past the two baffled friends and heading for the gates.
�As I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted: don�t keep her waiting, Honda� added Mokuba, but the brunet wasn�t listening.
He stared at the little note, which had somehow found its way into his shirt pocket.

�I�ll be
seeing you at the wedding.�

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Author�s note:

Twenty-five.

Twenty five freaking chapters, including an epilogue.

When I first started this story, I thought about ending it before it reached ten. By the time I had a dozen chapters, I realized, I would have problems finishing it under twenty.

Yet, I would have never thought it would come to being this long. Often I tried to �crop it down�, but the plot, the nature of the story itself wouldn�t let it.

But, despite its length, I am happy with the outcome, after all, it had been a challenge to myself as both writer and Jou-fan:

Can you throw your favourite
character into a powerless state, create complex situations, construct surprising plot twist and yet lose neither the main thread of the story nor the cast�s credibility? And that all within a reasonable frame?

Now I know that I can do it, and this gives me the strength for my various other projects(i.e: fics).

Which will be continued somewhen between tomorrow and eternity, bwahahahahahahaaa!^^

Arigato and ja ne!^^
Felidae

#senpai: Jap: upperclassman
*this is an actual show, for more
info go here:
http://www.nowtoronto.com/issues/2003-12-25/stage_dancefeature.php
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