Legend of Glory

Legend of Glory

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Epilogue: The Legend’s End

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A voice?

Faint.

Far off.

Where?

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“Seto…? Seto, please open your eyes… Please…”

Tears stained Katsuya’s cheek. In his hands he held Seto’s own. It was cold, but Katsuya promised himself he would not let go. Three days have passed. Katsuya sat in the room of Seto. His burned shoulder was well-bandaged. The nurses of the Doragon said it would heal on its own time. As for Seto’s deep wound, it was not as deep as it had appeared. However, Seto had lost a good amount of blood and had yet to open his eyes. This scared Katsuya tremendously.

Katsuya wiped at a tear. He told himself that crying would show weakness. They had won a war. He and Seto had given a feeling of strong hope to their people. Those they loved the most survived. Katsuya’s father, Honda… Both left that war with small wounds. But sitting there, the tears just flowed. Katsuya could not stop them. He was in love with Seto and he did not want to lose Seto. “Please wake up…”

Then, as if by magic, Seto’s eyes began to twitter. Katsuya took notice. His watered eyes brightened, waiting. “Seto…?”

A groan followed the opening of tired, dazed blue orbs. Watching those eyes open made Katsuya’s heart flutter and he let out a happy sigh of relief.

Seto had awoken.

He looked up, eyeing Katsuya. He looked to his left and to his right, confused. “Where…?”

“Oh thank you,” Katsuya breathed out. He leaned closer to Seto, smiling. “Seto?”

“Katsuya…?” Seto whispered. Slowly, he went to sit up, but he winced, getting told by his wound to take it easy. And Katsuya told him this, too, helping Seto to rest up against the comfort of the bed. “W -- what happened?”

“Seto, we won the war,” Katsuya said. “Gozaburo and Bata are both dead.”

Hearing this made Seto remember. His eyes widened and he looked to his wound. “Katsuya…”

“It’s been three days,” Katsuya interrupted. “I -- I was so afraid that you‘d never -- wake up…” Turning his head down, Katsuya wiped at more tears pouring down his cheeks. He did not feel humiliated by the tears. He only wiped them away thinking Seto might make a comment on them… But Seto did no such thing.

“Three days,” Seto sighed out, instead. “Where’s Mokuba?”

“Don’t worry, he’s safe,” Katsuya sniffed. “He’ll be happy to know you’re okay.”

Seto nodded, relieved. He let his eyes drift over his hands; the hands that killed Gozaburo. Seto was proud. He knew his father would be, if still with him.

A sudden dizziness made Seto moan. He held his stomach and laid back down, making Katsuya worry. “Seto?”

“Katsuya…” Seto cringed. “T -- there’s something that -- that I have to tell you…”

“Tell me later,” Katsuya said, smiling. “I need to let everyone know you’re awake.” Katsuya stood and headed for the exit.

“Katsuya!” Seto shouted. “They can wait! Please sit back down and listen to me.”

Shocked by Seto’s sudden shout, Katsuya turned back around and walked to the bed. He sat on the edge and put his hand back on Seto’s own. “I’m so glad you’re going to be all right.”

“Please listen to me,” Seto said. Coughing, he did best to take a deep, calming breath. “Katsuya, I -- have not been honest with you about something of importance.”

Frowning, Katsuya became worried all over again. “Seto?”

“Katsuya,” Seto sighed. “I -- I’m sick.” Seeing Katsuya’s confusion made Seto continue. “I -- have a bad illness that my father had. This -- this sickness…”

But at this time, Seto was interrupted as the door opened. In walked family of all sorts, including Mokuba. “Seto!”

Mokuba rushed forward, wrapping his arms around Seto. Seto groaned, but he gently hugged Mokuba back as Mokuba cried into his chest, explaining how worried Seto had made everyone. Seto frowned. He looked up at Katsuya, seeing that the blonde had not quite developed the point of what Seto wished to tell him.

“We were so worried,” cried Mokuba, not wanting to let go of his older brother.

“I’m sorry,” whispered Seto. He smiled at Mokuba. “Everything is going to be fine now.”

It was then that a Doragon entered with a surprise guest behind his back. Seto could hear sniffling and he looked down, seeing Noa peeking out behind the Doragon’s robe. The turquoise-haired boy had red cheeks from crying. His hatred for Seto showed wild as inferno, blazing deep in Noa’s puffy, watered eyes.

“Noa…” Mokuba whispered, frowning. He hopped off of Seto and stood back. All watched the Doragon drag Noa into the room.

“That’s far enough,” Seto told the Doragon. He held up his hand. “Noa not need come in here. He can hate me all he wants, for I have killed his father.” His eyes lowered over Noa. Seto did not smile at the boy. He stared, strong and as a leader should. “But I must tell you this, Noa. Though your father had a heart of evil, I do not see this in you. I see intelligence in you. You were forced to work hard by Gozaburo… He pushed you with the very work of mine. If you are willing, Noa, continue with what you do best at, for when the day comes that I nor Katsuya am no longer around, it is you and Mokuba whom shall be the leaders of the people.”

Shocked to hear this, Noa lifted his head. He said no words, but he wiped away a tear before leaving the room, knowing that he would continue the work that his father had pushed onto him. He would make his father proud.

“Noa and I really are going to be leaders someday?” Mokuba asked. He gained a smile from Seto.

“Yes,” Seto answered. He patted Mokuba’s head. “You will be. Now, if you all would please leave. All but Katsuya. I really must speak with him alone.”

“We are glad to see you doing better,” said Honda. He and the others left the room.

“Katsuya…” Seto said, watching as the blonde slowly turned to face him.

“I don’t believe you,” Katsuya interrupted. He quickly leaned forward, staring Seto straight in the eyes. “You are not sick, Seto! You look just fine! I don’t believe you!”

“It’s true!” Seto yelled, sitting up. He winced a bit, but ignored the pain. “It’s true, Katsuya. What I have is -- is incurable. It will not go away.” Sighing, Seto rested on his arm, trying to keep his stomach wound from re-bleeding. “Katsuya, it is eating away at me. I am dying…”

Trembling, Katsuya shook his head. “No.”

“This illness killed my father,” Seto continued. “And it is killing me.”

“No!” Katsuya shrieked, covering his ears. “No! No! No! You’re lying! Stop lying to me, Seto! It isn’t funny! I -- I just got you back from near death… Why are you lying…?”

“Stop acting idiotic,” shouted Seto.

Without warning, Seto was against the bed. His body was pushed down as Katsuya embraced him. He could feel the wet warmth of Katsuya’s tears trickle against his skin. “Katsuya…”

“I love you,” whispered Katsuya. “I won’t lose you.”

Gently, Seto let his own arms wrap behind Katsuya, hugging him in return. “I love you too.” Seto caressed Katsuya’s back. His fingers slid against the fur on Katsuya’s body. His hand moved beneath it, touching Katsuya’s rough, wonderful skin. He sighed out loud, watching Katsuya rise only some as they met eye contact. Seto grinned, just as Katsuya’s lips let themselves fall over Seto’s own.

The kiss was short, but romantic and sweet. Once Katsuya’s lips left Seto’s pair, he let his tongue trail out and along his lips, tasting Seto. “Please live with me forever…”

“I promise,” Seto responded. He would do whatever it took. He would fight the disease running through his system. He would conquer the world with Katsuya, one step at a time. They would find peace and live past old age. “I will fight this…”

“We will together,” Katsuya softly replied. “Together…”

“Forever…” finished Seto.

And they shared a second kiss.

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(One month later)

Flames ignited those that were lost during a tragic war. All fallen corpses piled up, one after the other. Of those bodies included friend and foe. Of those bodies included Gozaburo’s own. Gone sizzled and skin melted away. Smoke lifted into the sky, covering the night sky in more darkness.

Those that survived the war stood, honoring those that had fallen. In the front stood Katsuya. He was frowning as he watched the bodies. In that pile were many he was close to. Many had mates and children. He even mourned over the loss of Doragon and not just Beast. He knew, that from then on, they would not be Doragon and Beast. The would all be One.

A hand wrapped into Katsuya’s own, making the blonde jump. He looked up to see Seto smiling at him. Katsuya smiled back and leaned into Seto as the ceremony continued on. A prayer was said for the fallen. Soon, all began to clear out. Soon, only Seto and Katsuya stayed standing.

Katsuya knew where they stood. He was looking up where he had first met the man that had changed his life. “It’s gone…”

“So must mean the witch is gone,” Seto whispered back. True, what they spoke of was the waterfall that had brought them together.

It was gone.

Katsuya and Seto faced one another. They each smiled before turning their backs on the magical place. Seto gently squeezed Katsuya’s hand as they began to walk away, ready to construct a city that they could call magnificent.

“We no longer need its protection,” Seto said, knowing he was right.

“We never needed its protection,” Katsuya smiled. He looked up, seeing Seto was confused. This made Katsuya chuckle. “We only ever needed each other.”

Smiling, Seto nodded in reply. The magical place with the waterfall soon disappeared behind them, though neither of the two legendary heroes noticed… They just walked onward, ready to face the future ahead…

Ready to face it together.

-End-

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