☆Wish Upon A Star☆

☆~Epilogue~☆

Time passed by, light like a feather, shaping the lives of the many people involved in this story of love, revenge and fear.

The story of Kiku Honda, the first doctor to found a clinic in the middle of the vast North-Asian moores, always ready to attend emergencies in case someone's life couldn't hold onto its body for long enough to be taken to the city.

The story of the boy who got dragged into a crazy man's vengeance desires, and was cursed by loving the man who had taken care of him like his brother.

The man he lived with now, in their old home. A poor cottage they managed to fix with Kiku's wages, to have at least warm water and stoves, to warm up what love couldn't heat. Across from the old Braginski mansion, that stood lonely against the snowy landscape, abandoned since the last member of the family, Ekaterina, had left towards the far America with her lover.

Edward, the deceased Toris' lieutenant, sometimes brought news of her to the clinic. He was leading the Mission men now, but towards a different purpose: to help build Internet and electricity wiring around the poorest slums of the area.

They still kept their base in their bunker disguised as cabin, where a brunette Lithuanian man's photo had joined a Latvian child's in a dear shrine of flowers.

Alfred had been buried into the coast bungalow's backyard, close to the place he lived his last moments in. Kiku still visited his tomb whenever he squeezed a free day between his patients.

Ivan's corpse was buried deep into his garden's ground, but was still an alive memory in the hearts of those who lived this story.

Kiku was a happy man now. The story had finished, and all he had to do was enjoy his life with Yao, away from the constant weight of the Russian mafia he had always carried on his back.

But Yao's mind was still busy with a loose end in his own story.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

Kiku's hands held Yao's into a soft, warm embrace that made the older man smile and nuzzle into his hold.

They really loved each other.

Yao's smile always managed to light Kiku's day up, as busy or rough it may have been; and Kiku's touch always calmed Yao's sore bones from cleaning around the house and clinic all day.

It was midnight. The scent of the dinner they had just eaten -fried rice with meat- has still prancing around the air, dancing to their bedroom to just remind them how full his stomachs were and how nice life was.

Kiku's eyes felt droopy after a long day of rough work, but Yao's weren't any less sleepy.

As soon as their eyelids slid close, slowly drifting them into sleep, a knock on the door woke them up.

Yao's eyes opened and darted towards the bedroom door, letting out a soft whine.

Kiku would have thought it was an emergency patient, if it weren't for the knock's softness and the constant mumbling that came from the outside.

He reached out and opened the door, his eyes widening slightly at the sight of a few young people. Right in front of him, there was a very thin, pale girl. Besides her, he could see two boys. One of them kept his eyes narrow, looking at him through his long fringe. The other was taller than Kiku, but seemed as thin and unhealthy as the others. This one looked down at Kiku with shiny, wet eyes. Behind them, there was a young girl that looked exactly like the tall boy, but shorter. She kept her hair in a braid, and her face hidden behind a thick scarf.

"Good evening, sir," The girl spoke up. "My name is Wang Mei. Are... Are you Wang Yao?"

Kiku blinked. "I'm... No, I'm not," He looked inside. "Yao?"

But he was already hearing his boyfriend's steps coming from their bedroom. He walked to them, eyes wide and complexion paler than usual.

Kiku looked at him, feeling like their visitors were important.

"Mei? Im?" He mumbled, looking around. "Jia?" He looked at the girl in the back. "Tae!" He gasped, recognizing her when she uncovered her face to show an almost faded scar on her cheek. Yao knew that scar. "H-How did you find us?! Are you alright?"

The girl called Mei clung to Yao and teared up, a big smile appearing on her face. "T-Thank God it's you, Yao..."

"Hyung," The tall boy, called Im, smiled at Yao with teary eyes. "G-Good to see you again," He hugged Yao and the girl.

The silent girl stared at them, not opening her mouth, not shedding a tear. But her ruthless expression from before had turned much softer.

"Yao, who...?" Kiku blinked, astonished.

"They're my siblings, love," He was crying too, grinning wide and pouring tears from gleamy dark eyes. "A-After all this time..."

"Bàbà is dead," Mei sobbed into Yao's chest. "H-He spoke to us about this place... He told us to find you, that you could let us in if you... i-if you were alive,"

Yao looked at them, feeling a sting of fear at the mention of his father, mixed with the relief of his death and the extreme happiness of having his long-lost siblings back with him.

He looked at Kiku, wiping his eyes. "Kiku... C-Can we?" He mumbled, smiling.

Kiku watched them. He knew how Yao had missed them, he had told him anything. He could almost feel Yao's joy.

In the end, they would have been his siblings too in other time.

He smiled. "Of course we can. Welcome!" He waved at them and took them in.

The little girl squeaked happily. "Thank you! Thank you!!"

The door shut, leaving December's cold behind and keeping a familiar warmth inside.

"Who is he?" The youngest one looked at Kiku.

Yao smiled, finally free from his siblings' embrace. He held Kiku's hand softly, which made the Japanese man feel flustered and shy.

"He's Kiku. My husband,"