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Epilogue
Epilogue
True to Shizuru’s prophecy (thus disproving that only fifty percent of what she said was complete bullshit) five years later found Keiko’s parents absolutely hating their son-in-law.
Skinny, bespeckled and affected by premature balding, he was not exactly what they saw in their daughter’s bright future.
Not by a longshot.
That he was smart, incredibly funny and positively adored their daughter was immaterial. Plus there was the fact that he ran a ramen stand on the streets. Three ramen stands, they would grudgingly admit.
To her credit, Keiko didn’t care about looks or anything else. This time, she wasn’t about to let her parents stand in her way of love and happiness.
He would never be able to give her diamonds and furs like her friends’ husbands did, her mother had pointed out as if that would make all the difference.
To this Keiko had shrugged. Because what he did give was something more valuable than the diamonds, status and furs. At the end of the day, he wasn’t visiting a hostess bar nor did he have a mistress on the side.
At the end of the day his steps always led him to her waiting arms.
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Far away, deep in the heart of toushin territory—-where they had begun to spend a significant part of their lives over five years ago—-a wavering cry woke Yusuke one beautiful Christmas morning.
Reacting instantly, Yusuke rolled out the bed and was ready for a fight before the sleep faded from his eyes.
All too frequently, Kurama had found it amusing to wake his mate by attacking the sleeping toushin. Loftily he claimed it was done in the interest of ensuring Yusuke did not become sloppy.
Yusuke naturally called bullshit before launching his own special attack.
His attack consisted of tumbling them back into their rumpled bed where a different form of ‘sparring’ took place.
It was quite effective.
Today, however, Kurama had little interest in ‘sparring’ with his mate.
Yomi had summoned him to the former king’s demesne four days ago. He had had to ignore both the whining and pouting from Yusuke—especially considering it was so close to Christmas—while packing.
Ringing in his ears was the admonishment that he had better be back for Christmas. There was no need for an ‘or else’. Kurama had had little doubt of his love’s propensity for punishment in ‘spoiling’ Christmas.
For over a year he had labored over a secret project for which Yomi had lent him the equipment and staff while providing valuable consults.
Now that the moment was at hand, the project he had labored over for so long, Kurama felt a little trepidation over his gift. Still, he couldn’t prevent the snort of laughter at the battle ready stance Yusuke took before his eyes drifted back to the bundle he carried with the extreme care of one holding a ticking bomb.
Though he had been traveling with it for the past ten hours at an agonizingly slow pace (at least for him) he didn’t dare travel any faster.
Protruding from the cloth, a tiny paw moved jerkily. From the swaddled cloth came another thin wail of protest and confusion.
“Oh, my god…” Yusuke exclaimed in a hushed voice, his eyes rounding in wonder. “Are you nuts…? You can’t steal a baby!” Nonplussed at the very thought, Yusuke’s voice had risen with a shrill note of horrified amazement.
Miniature ears twitched and swiveled at the new sound.
Kurama froze, gazing at his mate in total awe. Even after all these years, the words that sprang from Yusuke’s mouth still continued to flummox him.
“I didn’t steal him,” he replied with injured dignity. “But I bet I could have,” he muttered resentfully to himself.
Reassured no angry, pissed off parent was going to ignite a clan war, Yusuke moved closer. Face softening he gazed in wonder at the baby. A tiny black tuft of hair twitched restlessly as the infant shifted fractiously.
It was a kit…a baby kitsune.
But one unlike any other.
Jerking his head up, Yusuke stared in astonishment at his mate. His mind struggling to grasp that miniature tattoos marched up the baby’s arms. “Holy shit…”
Kurama placed their son in a dumbstruck Yusuke’s arms.
“Merry Christmas…”
True to Shizuru’s prophecy (thus disproving that only fifty percent of what she said was complete bullshit) five years later found Keiko’s parents absolutely hating their son-in-law.
Skinny, bespeckled and affected by premature balding, he was not exactly what they saw in their daughter’s bright future.
Not by a longshot.
That he was smart, incredibly funny and positively adored their daughter was immaterial. Plus there was the fact that he ran a ramen stand on the streets. Three ramen stands, they would grudgingly admit.
To her credit, Keiko didn’t care about looks or anything else. This time, she wasn’t about to let her parents stand in her way of love and happiness.
He would never be able to give her diamonds and furs like her friends’ husbands did, her mother had pointed out as if that would make all the difference.
To this Keiko had shrugged. Because what he did give was something more valuable than the diamonds, status and furs. At the end of the day, he wasn’t visiting a hostess bar nor did he have a mistress on the side.
At the end of the day his steps always led him to her waiting arms.
sSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSsSs
Far away, deep in the heart of toushin territory—-where they had begun to spend a significant part of their lives over five years ago—-a wavering cry woke Yusuke one beautiful Christmas morning.
Reacting instantly, Yusuke rolled out the bed and was ready for a fight before the sleep faded from his eyes.
All too frequently, Kurama had found it amusing to wake his mate by attacking the sleeping toushin. Loftily he claimed it was done in the interest of ensuring Yusuke did not become sloppy.
Yusuke naturally called bullshit before launching his own special attack.
His attack consisted of tumbling them back into their rumpled bed where a different form of ‘sparring’ took place.
It was quite effective.
Today, however, Kurama had little interest in ‘sparring’ with his mate.
Yomi had summoned him to the former king’s demesne four days ago. He had had to ignore both the whining and pouting from Yusuke—especially considering it was so close to Christmas—while packing.
Ringing in his ears was the admonishment that he had better be back for Christmas. There was no need for an ‘or else’. Kurama had had little doubt of his love’s propensity for punishment in ‘spoiling’ Christmas.
For over a year he had labored over a secret project for which Yomi had lent him the equipment and staff while providing valuable consults.
Now that the moment was at hand, the project he had labored over for so long, Kurama felt a little trepidation over his gift. Still, he couldn’t prevent the snort of laughter at the battle ready stance Yusuke took before his eyes drifted back to the bundle he carried with the extreme care of one holding a ticking bomb.
Though he had been traveling with it for the past ten hours at an agonizingly slow pace (at least for him) he didn’t dare travel any faster.
Protruding from the cloth, a tiny paw moved jerkily. From the swaddled cloth came another thin wail of protest and confusion.
“Oh, my god…” Yusuke exclaimed in a hushed voice, his eyes rounding in wonder. “Are you nuts…? You can’t steal a baby!” Nonplussed at the very thought, Yusuke’s voice had risen with a shrill note of horrified amazement.
Miniature ears twitched and swiveled at the new sound.
Kurama froze, gazing at his mate in total awe. Even after all these years, the words that sprang from Yusuke’s mouth still continued to flummox him.
“I didn’t steal him,” he replied with injured dignity. “But I bet I could have,” he muttered resentfully to himself.
Reassured no angry, pissed off parent was going to ignite a clan war, Yusuke moved closer. Face softening he gazed in wonder at the baby. A tiny black tuft of hair twitched restlessly as the infant shifted fractiously.
It was a kit…a baby kitsune.
But one unlike any other.
Jerking his head up, Yusuke stared in astonishment at his mate. His mind struggling to grasp that miniature tattoos marched up the baby’s arms. “Holy shit…”
Kurama placed their son in a dumbstruck Yusuke’s arms.
“Merry Christmas…”