This is just a one-shot deal me and my two fangirling best friends were talking about a while ago back in the cafeteria and I had the strong urge to make a fanfic about this because why the fuck not?! :D

And I wish that the Final Fantasy category was generalized just like in AC :/

BECAUSE CLOUD, SQUALL AND NOCTIS ARE IN THIS FANFIC AND ALSO VENTUS IS IN IT. KINGDOM HEARTS AND FINAL FANTASY ARE BOTH SQUARE ENIX PROPERTY.

But anyway...

DISCLAIMER ON FINAL FANTASY VII

I DO NOT OWN FINAL FANTASY VII©, IF I DID THEN I WOULD HAVE HAD SHIPPED MY OC WITH CLOUD INSTEAD OF TIFA A LONG TIME AGO AND THAT AERITH WOULD HAVE DIED EARLIER AND MORE BRUTALLY. JUST KIDDING ON THE MORE BRUTALLY PART. ANYWAY…

CHARACTERS AND FRANCHISE RESPECTFULLY BELONG TO SQUARE ENIX.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

IF I DID OWN THEM THAT I WOULD HAVE BEEN FILTHY STINKIN' RICH!

INSERT MORE LEGAL STUFF HERE.

DISCLAIMER ON ASSASSIN'S CREED (EVEN THOUGH I DID THIS ON MY RUNNING ACU FANFIC, SORRY ABOUT NOT UPDATING SOONER BUT I'LL WORK ON IT, I SWEAR IF I ONLY FINISH MY STINKIN' SCHOOLWORK)

I DO NOT OWN ASSASSIN'S CREED©-OBVIOUSLY, I FRICKIN' DON'T!

CHARACTERS AND FRANCHISE BELONG TO UBISOFT.

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

INSERT SOME MORE LEGAL STUFF HERE.

Author's Note

The reason why I made this fanfic is to let you guys know what I'm going through with my chronic disease—which is Fangirlitis. My results are in, I'm positive and already entered Stage 5 in a span of half of my life starting from pre-teens to current age. And it's incurable and I'm not even worried! In fact, I'd be happy if I reach the terminal stage which is Infinity!

For my fellow fangirls including my two besties, this will be the ONLY disease that you will ever celebrate in your life and the only reason why you barely pay attention to your real boyfriends and literally hang out with them.

And that the only things that are coming from your mouth are the names of your virtual husbandos—making you wish that they were real because they're too perfect to even dwell the human world.

So if you really thought that this was a crossover fanfic of AC and FF… you are horribly mistaken… for this is a trolling fanfic on how certain mental scenarios that come into my mind trigger my hormones to go against me as they colonize in the center of my cervix and explode giving me internal pain—much worse than menstrual cramps.

So personally, these are own husbandos which is Arno and Cloud perceived into various scenarios credits to my 4th Year bestie :3

And this is kinda like an [Author x Male Character] kind of fanfic.

WARNING:

This disease has been chronic and a worldwide epidemic. And it's not that dangerous to your health as much as cigarettes do so I guess this is the better drug than cigs and drugs.

And this could be the craziest fanfic I have ever wrote... :3

Prologue

Fangirlitis, a rather sublime word but somewhat a foreign term...

But not for three girls who was highly and critically infected with it and one of them decided to consult a psychologist for their psychological disorder that brought them to certain extremities.

Asahina, one of the victims, thought of going to the psychological clinic to consult it to them for the behalf of her two other best friends who are experiencing the same epidemic.

As Asahina got inside the office of the psychologist, the doctor prepared a cup of coffee for her client and for herself and as Asahina entered the office quietly and politely, she sits down on the couch—the usual couch that psychological patients sit on as they take the therapy—and then the psychologist takes our her prescription pad and her pen.

"So, tell me about what you're thinking." The psychologist said as she clicks her pen and readies herself to write whatever important note Asahina dictates as she tells her story.

"Well, I'm having this kind of delusion and I'm not the only one—I have two more friends having the same delusions as me."

"Do tell."

"Let me tell you about… Fangirlitis."

The psychologist blinked twice, "What?" she says sharply.

"You may not know it, but you're somewhat infected as well—I can see it. I sense it."

For the psychologist, that sounded pretty ominous but since she's a psychologist expert on such cases of delusions, she prepares herself to listen and comprehend whatever this young nineteen-year-old is saying.