Disclaimer: Only my SI/OC and my changes and ideas regarding this fanfic belong to me, everything else belong to its creators.

Author's Note: I welcome any constructive criticism anyone can offer me. And I'm really slow at writing given my life right now, so please be patient with me. Feel free to talk about your opinions. I would like to know about any concerns you might have, things you feel could be better, or what you think I should expand on, etc.

Final Fantasy XV: Twilight

Chapter One

You cannot, in human experience, rush into the light. You have to go through the twilight into the broadening day before the noon comes and the full sun is upon the landscape.

~ Woodrow Wilson

May 13th, M.E. 756

When one wants to start a journal, I wonder, what should I say? I mean, there really isn't a precedence for journaling is there? Does one start with explaining their background? Their circumstances that lead to this point? I can't believe journal writing is so hard. People make it look so easy to write down what they think every day. Like, 'oh hey, I went to such and such today and had sooo much fun~! Isn't that just grand?'

Note the sarcasm.

I really don't understand how people can just talk about their everyday thoughts so easily and speak about everything that's on their mind without a care or worry that someone is gonna pick it up and read it. I mean, there could be some stranger just picking up their journal one day and be getting an inside look into their innermost, private thoughts. Very intrusive if you ask me.

I suppose should I first start explaining how I got the idea into my head that I should start writing in a journal. Cindy suggested that it would be a good idea to write down my thoughts so I could put them in order during my free time, especially given that I'm so absent-minded and tend to forget things easily. I can't say she's wrong about the absent-minded bit. But, I wish she'd have just a bit more belief in my ability to take care of myself. I've lived this long without getting myself killed, so, a little faith would be nice.

…Then again, my absent-mindedness has gotten me into some fairly sticky situations in the past. Like the time I accidently fell straight off that cliff and into that havocfang nest. Or the time that dualhorn nearly speared me as I was trying to figure where its territory was. Or that time I accidentally went through the floor of that ruin and landed amidst a group of flans. I've had some seriously bad luck in the past.

…Okay, maybe Cindy is onto something about me being a trouble-magnet with his head in the clouds. I can't help that my thoughts distract me when I'm researching something! Thankfully, in all of those cases I've been able to defend myself and have been able to get out of those situations with my life intact. Thank the Six for my danger instincts.

Still. I can't say for sure whether this whole 'writing down my feelings' therapy will work. But, I suppose I'll keep on keeping on. I just really don't get how bitching to a piece of paper is going to help. I mean, if I wanted to talk to an inanimate object, I'd just talk to a wall or something. I just don't get the point of why a journal could help me organize my thoughts.

Hah…

I suppose I should stop complaining and start actually take this a bit more seriously so I can get this done and over with. For the day, anyway, as I doubt justing writing one entry could be called journaling. First things first. My full name is Kieran Apollo Arenas. Most people either tend to call me Kieran or Arenas, either is fine. I am a researcher in the fields of daemonology, monster, and magical research, with a related side interest in history.. I also am a part-time alchemist and hunter as it helps my research while I'm hunting down daemons and monsters to collect potions ingredients and research samples.

As I've gotten the introductions out of the way, I better start with the reasons I'm on my current path. It would start with the end of my first life and the beginning of my second.

No, you didn't read that wrong.

Although, on my bad days, I wish I was wrong. By the Six, I really wish this had been some sort of mad fever dream my subconscious cooked up just to screw with me. Sadly, that wasn't the case. No matter how much I wish it was.

I suppose I should provide some context for exactly what happened. Basically, ever since I was a baby in my first life, I was born with a crappy immune system and it resulted in me getting colds and fevers and various other illnesses so often that my parents often worried about my health. Thankfully, as I got older, I didn't suffer through my illnesses quite so much. Honestly, my health has always been in a finicky state between normal and 'shits about to get fucked' sick. I suppose seeing as I was so used to getting sick, I underestimated how ill I actually was.

Although, my unhealthy habits of forgetting to eat or sleep when marathoning video games and studying for hours on end would have weakened my body even further in fighting off my illnesses. I had gotten so used to powering through my sickness to attend classes, otherwise I'm sure I would have missed most of the year due to my ill health. And my tendency to forget to buy groceries in favor of working to earn money so I didn't end up getting thrown out of my apartment and end up homeless, so I often skip eating several times a day and get snacks to tide me over.

So, it really wasn't too surprising when I realized I had died in my sleep while I had been suffering through pneumonia.

Shitty luck, that.

Well, not really. That was more me not being careful enough and ignoring my health to the point that I died young. It was me just being far too careless about my life, so, really, I only have myself to blame for my situation.

In all honesty, the worst thing about dying and being reincarnated, is that you don't have a choice on whether you end up actually wanting to end up being reincarnated and where you end up. You could end up being reborn into an utterly peaceful word, or like with myself, a world full of dangers and power-hungry pawns playing with forces they don't fully understand, while the real puppet master watches and pulls the strings from the shadows.

So, uh, yeah. Apparently, I drew some unconscious reincarnation lottery and have been reborn in Final Fantasy XV. As in, the fictional world that is plagued by daemons, monsters, and an imminent war between two warring nations. And the same world where future King Noctis Lucis Caelum sacrifices his life to destroy the Starscourge and successfully restores the Light to the world to purge it of eternal darkness and prevent humanity from being killed off by said daemons, thus saving humanity.

Yay?

Honestly, in all of my wildest dreams, I never expected that I would be chosen to be gifted with the opportunity to enjoy a second life. I mean, c'mon, let's be real here. An unimportant, unmotivated, twenty-five college student that's obsessed with video games and just plodding along in life isn't exactly your ideal pick for the honor of reincarnation. I mean, you'd figure a war hero, abused orphan, or some saintly figure would be a better choice than some average nobody, right?

Right.

I thought when you die, well, that's that. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, as the saying goes. I would have expected to die and then be reborn as an ant, only to be immediately crushed to an itty bitty ant smear by some human's foot. Or, you know, eaten by some ant-loving creature. Now that, would be irony at its finest. To be reborn only to die instantly. Although, I can't imagine being crushed to death unexpectedly would very pleasant.

Thankfully, I had the fortune of dying in my sleep via death by pneumonia. Or misfortune, depending on your point-of-view.

Needless to say, I spent quite a few minutes cursing the air blue at my circumstances once I realized exactly where I was. Well, after I recovered from my panic attack over realizing I was dead and had been reincarnated. I ended up getting punished by one of the orphanage matrons that I had scandalized with my foul language. Before you ask, yes, I have been reincarnated, only to lose my family at a young age. My three-year-old self's memories are pretty fuzzy, due to my young age, on the exact circumstances, but I eventually figured out that they were killed in an tragic car accident. Or…at least, that's all I could remember was that it involved a car and blood. My memories are still a bit fuzzy about that time.

Yeah, I can see what you're thinking. Adding to the fact that I'm been reincarnated, I'm also a poor, sadlittle orphan. My, I must have been so traumatized and angsty. All woe is me and all that crap.

Pfft. Yeah right, keep dreaming buddy.

In all honesty, I have the vaguest memories of my new parents and they didn't really leave much an attachment. I mean, sure, I miss them, but…my memories of my original parents are much stronger and I feel more of an attachment to them. I…think that I didn't come back all there. I think there's something wrong with me.

I'll be the first to admit that I'm a seriously sensitive crybaby who gets sad and cries watching emotional moments in effing movies. And yet, I feel disconnected to my parents in this life. I feel like, they're not really mine. They are my three-year-old self's parents and I… just don't know.

Is it because I don't have very clear memories of them? Am I not caring enough? I miss them and feel affection, but…I don't love them. Why am I not caring enough?What is wrong with me!?

No matter what I do, I can't change the past. I can only accept what I am and go forward. Heh, seems like a pathetic consolation. I…just have to keep trying and maybe… one day I'll be happy?

Sorry for the all the 'woe is me' crap. I didn't realize I was still holding onto that… insecurity. Anyway, my reincarnation wasn't exactly…simple. I wasn't just reborn as a baby with all my memories intact. It did affect my personality and intelligence to the point where I seemed a lot more intelligent than the average kid. I knew how read and write even before the matrons tried to teach me, they just thought I was a fast learner. I didn't know how I knew what I knew, only that I did know it. It was really scary.

I only just regained my memories at three-years-old and I was able to understand why I knew what I did. Trying to sort all of those extra memories was… trying. Adding into the fact I suffered the most painful migraine I would ever have in my short existence. Anyone who says getting memories out of nowhere doesn't hurt… well, they're blatantly lying to you. It hurts like something stabbed your head with a pickaxe several times. I didn't realize it until later, but I had fallen unconscious for several days with a fever that just wouldn't go away, according to the matrons.

I suppose the stress of the memories being abruptly added caused my three-year-old body's brain caused my body to temporarily shut-down in order to cope. The matrons thought I was just going through another of my illnesses. My crappy immune system seems to have followed me into this life as well.

Damnit all. I mean, it just figures the same thing that killed me in my previous life followed me into the next. Am I gonna be cursed with ill health each time I'm reincarnated? It would just figure…

Anyway, I was quite unhappy about my circumstances at the time and it took me a few years to learn to adjust to everything. And I got a rather unpleasant surprise. It turns out I wasn't reborn on Earth at all. I was, in fact, reborn upon the fantastical land of Eos. More specifically, Insomnia, the Crown City and Jewel of the Lucian Kingdom. I'm not ashamed to admit that I spent a few months crying and throwing fits of sheer terror, fear, and worry. After all, I had just learned I had reincarnated into the same city that would soon be invaded and conquered by a rather power-hungry Empire. And that's not even taking in account to the idea of daemons, monsters, and all this other strange stuff. Thankfully, due to my young age, the matrons thought I was just throwing rather horrific tantrums because I was frustrated.

Ignoring of my irritation regarding my unique circumstances, I can't deny that I do, in fact, appreciate this second chance at living no matter the dangers. After all, I've essentially gotten a head start into this new life and I can learn all the things I never had time or was unable to learn before. Especially about this new world I was living in. If you asked any of the matrons from that point, then they'd say I was a quiet, shy, studious little boy who was obedient to a fault.

Ha!

They couldn't have been more wrong. I'm still as opinionated and stubborn as I always was. But, that image they had of me ended up working in my favor. It lead to the other children avoiding me as I wasn't 'fun' and my tendency to quote absolutely fascinating textbooks scared them off a lot. Seriously, I had no idea Lucian economy and technological advancements were so interesting to read about. And it makes sense, why wouldn't you try and understand everything about the new world you are now living in? You'd be an idiot not to.

Anyway, that all worked in my favor and allowed me to completely focus on my studies, although the matrons were often worried about my social skills and tried to force me to interact with the other children. I accidently scared them off with various schemes. Needless to say, it was a complete failure all around on the matron's part. Eventually the matrons stopped pushing so strongly and thought that maybe I would gain some social skills in school.

You know that kid that you remember always having their head in a book and always acing homework and tests? The same one that has absolutely no social skills whatsoever and has very little interest in physical activities? And the one who always ends up getting bullied? Yeah, that was me. Well, except the bullying bit. Surprisingly, people tend to back off when you start threatening to stab them in the leg with a pen if they didn't return my book. I got my book back, but I ended up getting in detention and having regular meetings with a psychiatrist after that. I'd say it went relatively well.

Although, said psychiatrist had me go through exercises on appropriate responses to people stealing my things. Basically, I was 'taught' the usual 'ask politely for them to return your things' and 'violence is never the answer.' Apparently, threatening to stab people isn't exactly the best response. The less said about the psychiatrist trying to get me to talk about my feelings, the better.

The self-defense lessons that I got suckered into were rather helpful as well. I suspect the psychiatrist had been hoping that working out my 'hair-trigger aggression through a controlled and disciplined environment' would help me with my anger issues. I just kept quiet about the fact that I usually hold onto my temper, but stealing from me was a line that shouldn't have been crossed.

Although, I have to admit, I may have overreacted to a kid trying to take my things. Anyway, we soon learned that I'm utter crap at using hand-to-hand, but I kept at it because punching bags helped with my frustration.

They handwaved the violent reaction as me being overly possessive of what belongs to me as I had already lost my parents. I call it 'I've lost my entire life due to dying and am now having to restart and adapt to a new one, so I'm not putting up with any bullying bullshit.' Not that I actually said it out loud to her face, but I was definitely thinking it. Anyway, the matrons' plan in helping me socialize backfired in part due to me knowing exactly what they were trying to do and partly because of my anti-social actions.

After that, I just ended up just speeding through my schooling and only interacted with people when necessary for a grade in group projects. The Pen Incident worked out in my favor and got all the other kids to leave me alone and stop them from trying to play with me. As well as enabling me to start school early and skip grades to speed through all of my courses. Although, I suppose my tendency to death glare any kid that so much as spoke to me helped as well.

Eventually, as the years went by as I kept at self-defense lessons, I was discovered to have a surprising affinity for using swords and polearms. Now that was really surprising. I wasn't particularly surprised when I had such low stamina though. My teachers were really strict and had me work constantly at improving my stamina and weapon proficiency. I mayhave considered several murder attempt plans on particularly bad days.

Okay, that's a lie, I was totally considering murdering my teachers each time my body gave out on me out of sheer exhaustion and when I spent weeks on end with massive aches in muscles I didn't even know I had. My freaking bones even felt like they ached during those years.

Anyway, getting back on topic to my whole reincarnation deal, generally the first thought that never pops into your head is 'I'm going to be reborn as a video game character.' I mean, let's be honest here, the idea of becoming an character in a game character would have never crossed my mind, except as a hopeful daydream given my love of video games. Never mind the fact that reincarnation is generally regarded as an insane pipe dream.

Probably one brought on by inhaling paint fumes that causes hallucinations.

As I said before, it's not that I don't appreciate the opportunity, believe me, I'm very appreciative. But, you would think there would be someone far more worthy than I. Then again, reincarnation has always been seen as such a…random occurrence to me. Reincarnation has always had stories about that you'll be reborn with no memories beyond some moments of déjà vu, well, apart from fanfiction writers doing reincarnation fics with SIs and OCs. Then you'll be reading about how they try and use their foreknowledge to their advantage and try and save everyone.

I can't say it wasn't tempting to try at first. I watched Kingsglaive and played through the entire story of the game and the ending is just…sad. But, really, what can one person with extensive foreknowledge really do? I'd be regarded as some insane crackpot and honestly, I don't have any pull to get people to listen to me. If I was reborn into the Lucian royal family, that would be a whole other story, but I'm not. So, no matter that I know what's coming, I can't change a damn thing. Besides, even if I was Lucian royalty, I'm still just one person and it takes more than one person to start a change.

Besides, knowing my luck, I could seriously screw things up and inadvertently cause the end of the world… okay, that's probably giving me too much credit. But, I'd rather not risk it. No sense tempting fate after all. Besides, if I tried to change things, it could lead to some seriously bad effects and I'd rather not get involved with that particular brand of nastiness.

All things considered, I'm surprised I managed to adjust so well to being reincarnated after dying and being reborn. I'm surprised I wasn't affected more. I'm surprised my mind didn't just snap and break.

Not to say that my mental state wasn't effected by my reincarnation. Given various opinions from many different people, my reactions towards life-threatening situations and 'general disregard towards mortal limits' and 'having the self-preservation of a brain-dead lemming' has been somehow off-putting for people. I would say having died once, I'm rather apathetic towards my general wellbeing. I mean, I just died once and it only took some readjustment to reorder my life.

Again, I'm lying a bit about that. I still feel a bit…uneasy about my place here. I still feel as if I don't really belong here and yet, at the time, I do feel as though I belong. It's pretty confusing. I'm proud of status as a Lucian citizen and as a former American citizen. I'm not one or the other, I'm a combination of both. I wouldn't be who I am without my years living in my past life. And yet, no matter how much I claim I'm still the same person I always was, I deny I have changed.

…Wow, I'm really becoming a downer right now. I should focus on much more important things right now, like my research. Speaking of which, I recently got some information from Dave about a recently sighted mutated Dualhorn, which has shown the typical mutated aggressiveness and even a difference in color with its horns. He said that they were reported to being blood-red in color and emitting some sort of faint red miasma. We've codenamed it Bloodhorn as Hunters have been seeing them pop up all over Lucis.

It's strange, all other mutated monsters have been showing similar red traits. It could be possible that daemons could be infecting them somehow causing them to mutate. All animals and monsters are different than how they were hundreds of years ago, some of it due to climate change and people's ability to defend themselves so their very diets and patterns have changed. It's very fascinating to consider that the encroaching threat of daemons are causing monsters and other animals to mutate in unexpected ways. It's been happening all over Eos and all the time.

Ah, looks like I distracted myself. Again. Anyway, I need to finish up here quick and go check it out. Here's to hoping the hunters won't beat me to it. Although, now that I think about it, I wonder why the description of a mutated Dualhorn sounds so familiar? I have heard of reports about other mutated dualhorns being spotted recently, and yet, it still sounds strangely familiar…

Well, whatever, it'll come back to me eventually.

-Kieran

The early morning sunlight shone brightly in through the windows of Takka's diner and straight into Kieran's face, making him squint painfully, bleary-eyed and irritable. Thankfully, his dark hair covered the left side of his face so he was only half-blinded on the light. But, still an unpleasant sensation first thing in the morning after an all-nighter. Kieran groaned and face-planted into his crossed arms to rest his eyes for a bit, just barely missing knocking against his empty plate and glass, hoping to get hide from the light.

The background noise of the locals and tourists chatting provided a semi-pleasant atmosphere, but still felt like needles digging into his head. He hissed irritably, waiting for the food, that he just ate, to work its magic and lessen the effects of his exhaustion.

That stupid journal writing took all night because he kept starting, stopping, and restarting. Seriously, who would have guessed writing in a journal was so difficult? It should have been just spit out a few meaningless sentences about his day and that would have been it. Once again, his perfectionist tendencies have bitten him in the ass. You really think he would have learned after the first few times he pulled all-nighters only to seriously regret his life choices.

The abrupt electrical sound of the radio turning on had Kieran twitching slightly in surprise, tiredly listening to the re-run of King Regis' official speech about the upcoming peace talks.

"—Some among you may regard the terms of this peace with apprehension. You may wonder if your king has forsaken his people, when it is for their very sake I have acted. The lands of Leide, Duscae, and Cleigne shall be ceded to imperial governance, granting us assurance…that the people of these regions will be spared any further bloodshed on account of this war. Life will go on, and all will continue to know liberty and prosperity."

Kieran lifted up his head and stared thoughtfully at the radio, turning King Regis' speech around in his head. 'Life will go on' huh? That's a pretty big hint to your impending death if I ever heard one. Still, the Prince surviving that disaster is likely what he's hoping for. But, it's unfortunate that all those regions will be placed under the Empire's tyrannical rule for some time, no matter how temporary. I suppose he wishes to spare his people the fury of the Imperial Army in what's to come.

Kieran tapped the table lightly, thinking about the situation. But, King Regis doesn't have much of a choice in accepting the Empire's terms of peace, now does he? He can't hold up the Wall forever and the Empire is ever-expanding at a ridiculous pace. He can only hope to end this on his own terms, while fighting tooth and nail to severely cripple the Imperial Army.

Kieran grinned darkly in amusement, King Regis is going to give as good as he gets anyway. Even when outnumbered and outgunned, King Regis has the sort of tenacity he couldn't help but admire. The unwillingness to give up even in the face of such overwhelming odds. Who wouldn't admire that? Although, some may call it foolish to keep fighting a losing battle. But, isn't that the point? Even knowing he might lose, he knows and hopes that there's still a tiny chance to see the future survive through the Prince.

Kieran sighed and leaned back against the booth chair, arms folded loosely against his abdomen. Still, he could never understand all the double-speak, word-play, and innuendo in the game of politics. And it truly is a game. After all, there are only the highest stakes with grand prizes and severe losses is you win or lose. A game of life and death, if you will.

From a certain viewpoint, he supposed that politics is a game that makes everything worthwhile, especially if you can safeguard your country with it, but Kieran never had the kind of affinity for that kind of game. Playing at politics would be far too boring for him, even if it's intricacies are interesting. It's rather like watching master craftsmen work at their craft, even if an amateur can't possibly catch all the tiny details. Still, it's nice to appreciate its intricate nature occasionally.

Regardless, he hasn't got time to waste, things to do and places to be. It would be disappointing if he came all the way here only to get robbed of his chance to observe that mutated dualhorn just because he was feeling tired and lazy. Kieran grabbed his black long coat and bag as he slid out of the booth after leaving enough gil to cover his breakfast and enough for a significant tip.

Adjusting his bag and coat, he carefully went through his mental checklist. Kieran had already gotten enough supplies to his short trip, but it never hurt to be over prepared. Better to be over prepared then lose your life because you got too cocky. Kieran internally winced, remembering those dozens of times he wasn't prepared enough and practically had to drag his practically immobile body to a Haven or town after getting badly injured.

Plus, it never hurt to have a few extra restoratives on hand in case he came across a wounded Hunter, far too many died because they couldn't be healed in time. Potions and other restoratives may not be a cure-all, but they certainly helped a person long enough to get Haven or town for medical treatment.

Satisfied with his mental preparations, made his way out of the diner after saying his thanks and goodbyes to Takka and headed over to the store to grab a few extra restoratives and food supplies before heading out. After that, he'd best see Cid and see if there were any damages done to his spear. It's his only method of defense and if it fails him…he really didn't want to think about that.

Thankfully, the spear is made out of purely Insomnian technology and seeing as it's been modded twice, it's surprisingly resistantto even shattering under a behemoth's fangs. And no, he didn't really want to remember how he ended up fighting a freaking behemoth. Kieran internally grimaced in remembrance, but quickly shook it off to pay for his items and head to Cid's garage…although, technically Cid has handed it over to Cindy now… what.

Time seemed to slow down to a snail's crawl as Kieran blinked in surprise seeing the eerily familiar car being pushed into Hammerhead by an equally familiar group of four. A relatively young group of four guys, one thin yet muscled guy with bright blond, spiky hair wearing a punk-inspired outfit, an extremely muscular brunet looking like some kind of Rockstar, a formally dressed man with light brown hair, and lastly, a black-haired kid with aristocratic face that was very familiar to him, having grown-up seeing his face along with his father's all over Insomnia. All of the group having the same skull symbol somewhere on their clothing. Kieran's mind stuttered to a stop, while his face went blank in shock, and two words resounded within his head.

Well… Shit.

Kieran's eyes to darted from each of the newcomers, his face frozen and set in place while trying not to betray his shock over this…surprise. Trying to frantically control his spiraling thoughts, he breathed slowly under his breath as he tried figuring out when his plan went wrong. Kieran faux nonchalantly leaned against the side wall of Cid's garage, trying to still his thoughts as he watched the group's progress into Hammerhead.

Damnit…

This is not what he wanted to happen. It's only been a day after the announcement of the peace talks, how did they get here so damn fast? Kieran narrowed his eyes in thought, maybe he miscalculated somewhere along the line? From what he remembered, the timeline in the game plot never did have a set timeline, just vaguely measured time between the individual chapters. It was pretty vague for the exact time for when they left Insomnia. Kieran sighed, wondering what he should do now.

He had very little desire to interact with this group, no matter how much he adored their characters in the game. Maybe in the beginning he could have thought that, but, this is his life now. This isn't a game anymore, but his own life. Kieran didn't want to risk being entangled in that group knowing what's going to happen to them.

No matter how I may want to…

Kieran scowled at his wistful thoughts, trying to mentally stamp them out. Using his back to push off the wall, he continued past the group, trying to find Cid so he could get his weapon checked out and finally leave. The risk of staying was far too high.

I won't let myself get attached. Again. I already cried enough over their fates even knowing it was a video game… I won't allow myself to get attached to them as actual people.

That had been a long lesson to learn. Learning to view the people here as actual people and not fictional constructs. Originally, when he had been reborn, he had treated everyone with the same kind of apathy until…that time. That time had painfully forced him out of his denial of reality and made him realize that this was it. This wasn't some game that he could press pause, save, or reload.

For better or for worse. This was his life now.

So, yeah, my first ever fic is a FFXV SI/OC fic. Back when the game first came out, I actually took a while to actually play the game, but I found I enjoyed the game immensely. I adored our protagonists, the villains, the graphics, the cinematics, everything. I spent so many hours just focusing on slowly going through the sidequests, hunts, and just trying to prolong everything for as long as possible before going on to the story. Although, my will was weak, and I soon sped through the story. Needless to say, the ending was absolutely tragic yet oh so good. Seriously, I still remember those moments when a certain Chancellor infuriated into a rage. Specifically, during that whole jump-scare chapter. That's some kickass character design right there. The fact that I had such an emotional response to a character was great.

I won't deny I had some issues with how the story turned out though…but, it just goes to show how the game affected me.

Anyway, this isn't my rant about my feelings regarding FFXV, but it is seriously a great game. This fic is honestly a…tribute of sorts to how much I love the game. Before now, I had never gained the courage to actually write and post something. I've played with fic ideas before, but I've never actually taken that final step. Until now.

That's enough emotional crap from me. I hope you enjoy what I've written, but, I know I've got a loonnggg way to go to be a competent writer. Once again, any constructive criticism is welcome. And I look forward to hearing what everyone thinks.

-Riva