Kubo pulls away and he rests his hands on my shoulders.
"How did you do it?" Kubo asks.
"Well, apparently I already had the magic, and the reason your aunts wanted to kill me in the beginning was so they could take it. And since everyone's magic is connected to their life, when it's stolen, so it the life." I say.
"And how did you get it back?"
"Well, after I... left... my mom told me to go to the god of the spirits for help. He said that if I could retrieve my magic, with was in the spirit world, I would be able to come back to earth with my life as well."
"Well, how were my aunts defeated though?" Kubo asks.
"I brought them back to the spirt world and destroyed their magic. We don't need to worry about them anymore." I say.
"But, how am I still alive?"
"When I destroyed your aunts magic, it send back yours which was magic that they had stolen." I say.
"But the most important thing is that we're both alive." I say.
"Yeah. How about we start heading back home." Kubo says.
The two of us start to walk in the direction that we came.
"Hey Kubo."
"Yeah?"
"Now that I know I have magical abilities, I'm gonna need someone to help me." I say with a smile.
Kubo stops next to me.
"I would be honored if I could be your teacher."
I look up into his eyes and smile. Kubo smiles back at me, and grabs my hands.
"I love you (Y/n)."
"I love you too Kubo."
Kubo then leans down and gives me a tender kiss.
Once we pull away, we continue walking back home.
Back from an amazing adventure.
I found much more than I was looking for.
I found my magic...
And I found the most powerful form of it too.
I steal a quick glance at Kubo.
Kubo, I love you, but this student will become the master!
I smile at my little competitive thought, while I give Kubo's hand a little squeeze.
I found love.
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A Story's Beginning (Kubo x Reader)
Fanfiction"The end of one story, is merely the beginning of another." Kubo's story ended when his grandfather became human and was stripped of his memories. That was years ago. Kubo is now seventeen and he still tells stories. But he rarely tells his story. B...
