I never thought I'd be writing here again. Truth be told, I'm still kind of bewildered that I am. Yet here I am, writing another introduction to my first new story in a long time.

For those of you who are unfamiliar with me, I used to write a lot on this website, primarily about Final Fantasy. My work then wasn't too great, but people seemed to like it. Then, one day, I just stopped. I didn't feel the spark anymore, and I just kind of quit.

I still wrote after that (in fact, I write every day), but for some reason I just wasn't satisfied with anything I wrote. I think it was because I simply wasn't having great ideas.

Flash forward to about a month ago, when I had this idea about writing a story about a relationship and how both partners viewed it. Perhaps it's not the most original idea, but I liked it, and I decided to roll with it. However, struggling to come up with original characters (for the time being), I decided I should probably use some other characters in an effort to develop the story. The answer was right in front of me…I was playing Star Fox 64 at the time, and I just thought, "You know, F and K would probably work really well with this concept." Thus, this story was born.

That's pretty much the genesis of this little project here. I intend to run with this through to the end; if I finally can start translating this idea into a novel like I hope to, I still intend to finish this. I guess we'll see how this all works out, though.

Anyway, enough of my ranting and raving. In summation, I'm glad I'm finally publishing this, and I hope you all enjoy it.

P.S. Being a busy person, I may not have time to update this on a regular basis; however, note that, in general, chapters will probably not be as short as this first one.

One

"Have we met before?" the patron to my right queried. Clearly a stranger; all of the regulars knew better than to pester me with their inane chatter. Taking another drink, a sighed deeply.

"Can't say that we have," I responded, refusing to even acknowledge this nuisance.

"Are you sure?" he continued. "You look and sound very familiar…"

So do you, I thought, but I'm not saying anything. Truth be told, his voice was vaguely reminiscent of someone I once knew long ago. No, it couldn't have been that long ago…it just feels like it.

I didn't just know him, either…I loved him. I still do. He was the best thing that's ever happened to me in this short, dreary existence of mine. He was my best friend, my closest ally, my lone confidante. I trusted him with my life; I cared about him more than anything.

No…that cannot possibly be him. No…he abandoned me; he left me to die. He claimed it was for my security, that he didn't want anything to happen to me. I saw through his flimsy façade, though. How could he…how could he have just left me standing? In such a cold, dark world, how could he have done such a thing? No, I don't love him. I never did…I don't even miss him. I hate him with every fiber of my being.

"No, you must be thinking of someone else," I denied. Apparently, my answer was not satisfactory; he continued to vex me.

"Could I…could I, perhaps, get a closer look at your face?" he asked. Not once during this "conversation" had I made eye contact with him; I wasn't even looking in his direction. I had no intention of doing so, either.

"No," I bluntly refused, taking another drink.

"Why not?" he responded.

What an annoying little…

"Because I don't want to," I justified.

"Just one quick glance will do," he persisted. By this point, my irritability and frustration were melting away, yielding to the rage building up inside.

"No," I grunted through clenched teeth.

"Please…" he begged. I don't care if a child separated from his or her parents approached me, tears streaming down their cheeks, wailing for their mother; I simply cannot tolerate begging. I slammed my glass down and turned towards this nuisance.

"Now look here, you insolent little vermin," I yelled. "I am in no mood for—"

What appeared before my eyes prevented me from finishing my diatribe. I stopped and gasped. The man sitting before me was a face I knew all too well…the cut, built figure…the omnipresent gray jacket and blaster…the jade green eyes that captured my heart and pierced my soul…I was at a loss for words. I was on the verge of a nervous breakdown; I could feel memories of things past flooding, inundating, drowning the bitter, broken misanthrope I had become.

"Fox?" I timidly spoke.

Until next time, my friends.