She's Mine (Futanari)(COMPLETED)

Epilogue

A/N: I KNOW THAT SOME OF YOU WON'T READ THIS. But I still wanted to say this before you started reading. THANK YOU! This is the end of the road guys! This book happens to be one of the most emotional books I've ever written! I loved the comments you all have given me! Your interest in this book PEAKS my interest in several ways :) This goes to the newcomers as well, I see you all, just because the book is over doesn't mean the comment section is closed. Say something, vote, I hope you all learn somethings from this book and just don't think that I sabotaged your ideal endings... and now enjoy!

Epilogue

Time flies when you neglect to keep track of it. But now as the young warrior stands there on top of a Tokyo skyscraper, she can do nothing else but think. The soft cool wind combs threw her thick black locks as tumble weeds dance across the rooftop. She looks down and over the busy and bustling city.

She'd learned what she needed in her time being there. But she looked at people differently. She didn't look at them and feel as confused and uninterested, but she didn't look at them and understand either. She looked at people with red hair, woman walking home alone at night, couples, and those who smiled and she felt her eyebrow twitch and her heart slightly ache. She felt a particular emptiness. A familiar emptiness, one that she'd never filled completely, but was now more excruciating obvious. It makes itself known when she sees someone or something that reminds her of her. Like saying "you had a chance to fill me."

It turns out that she'd been victim to her own mind, her own conscience. And because of that someone she hadn't wanted to get hurt, had to eventually, in the end. Irma was never a test of her strength and/or weaknesses. She was just there...

She'd found that out when she'd killed off all of Yasumori's second's and made reports back to the board and nothing about her came up. She was then put on the next mission.

Those beautiful light brown eyes will always appear in the darkness of her mind at unexpected times, like they were forever behind her eyelids. She'd never forget those plump pink lips that'll swell when she'd kiss her. Oh, to kiss her, she'd forever savor her taste. She will forever be her favorite, sweetest, most delicious taste. Her small petite shoulders and waist. Her curvy hips, and toned legs, her long curly red hair...

She would always remember what it felt like to be in her, to touch her, to be around her.

She wasn't sure if she regretted it or not, because she wasn't sure what she would've done differently. She did what she did to protect Irma...

Or did she do it to protect herself?

She took deep breath breathing in the fresh breeze. She scanned the area and let her eyes linger on the apartment building that she use to guest in with that young girl. She would leave this city. This country. Today. She had a new mission to complete. She would still prove herself competent. She had no reason to stay. Irma was dead. Of course her body was found, unharmed with anything else sides what had already happened and what she had already done. No one planned a funeral, so no funeral was held.

Nobody really knew Irma. After a few days she was forgotten. All her childhood friends and bullies were either long gone or dead. Her family was dead. She had no friends, nobody but that old woman. Who too was dead; and her stuffed animals she always slept with.

Anais wasn't completely empty because she was still hers. Irma was hers. She was still with her. And with this second chance she would speak more. Tell her about her day when she came to see her. In an antique vase beside her on the ledge was Irma as she took her last and final look at the city.

"We will go together. I'll take care of you," Anais whispered, picking up the vase and looked down at the guards rushing into the building. "She's mine."

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