Hi! This the first fan fiction that I've put up on here. I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I do not own theFinal Fantasy series at all, nor it's characters. If I did, well, let's not go there.

The Last Reality

Chapter One

A New Beginning

The light of the moon woke Rinoa from the sweet dream and brought her back into the world of wakening. She felt the warmth of a strong arm around her waist and the closeness of his body beside her. The moonlight that shone through the window reflected on the ring on her right hand. She sighed with a small smile as she saw the beautiful diamond glitter in the light.

Squall, her lover, her savior, her knight, had proposed to her two months ago, and they were to have a quiet, traditional wedding in six months. Six months. She only had six months until she could finally be with this man for eternity.

He had proposed to her in a most uncharacteristic fashion. At the yearly ball that Laguna threw, he had gotten up in front of several hundred and claimed his love for her and popped the question right then and there. Of course, she had said yes. She couldn't have refused even if her life had deepened on it. Their friends had congratulated them and Laguna was in tears for the rest of the night. Rinoa had been, too. Now, they simply had to wait only a few more months….

Rinoa turned her head to see if he was still sleeping peacefully. He was. Ever since he had been promoted to Headmaster, he was sleeping less and less. Rinoa had to constantly worry about him. Paper work, wedding plans, and the running of a Military Academy were thoughts that permanently blanketed his mind. She did all she could do to help him relax, but there was only so much she could do. For the most part, she just stood as his support, his aid, and his only comforting thought. And to be that for him was enough.

He stirred slightly beside her, and she felt the soft, velvet touch of his lips against her shoulder.

"Are we awake?" She whispered, a bit amused.

"Unfortunately," Came his agitated reply. She knew very good and well that he did not want to get up and go to work. Not yet, anyway.

"Do you want me to get you some breakfast?" She turned to face him. He nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. The prickly stubs of his unshaven chin stuck the sensitive flesh of her neck.

"No, not right now. Just stay here. I'm not ready to start another day." He sighed, the warm breath sending shivers down her spine. She slipped her arms around his neck. He felt hot. A little hotter than normal. True, he had a high body temperature, but this was somewhat different.

"Are you okay?" The young twenty-three year old asked. He nodded and allowed himself to be taken away by her touch and scent. He loved this woman with all his heart and was impatient as he was forced to wait.

"Rinny," He mumbled, drowsy. "I love you." Every time he said that to her, she felt her heart leap around inside her chest doing back flips and cartwheels and somersaults.

"I love you, too." She whispered the words softly but she knew he heard them. He drifted away back into sweet, much needed slumber as she held him close to her, completely unaware that they were being watched.

"They have to be warned!" A young, brown haired woman exclaimed. "We must alert them of the danger before they strike!"

"And how do you alert the heroes of four completely different worlds without causing utter panic?" The harsh, scratching voice of an older man who had been through many battles in his lifetime snapped at her. She turned to frown at him.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Let them figure it out! What can we do to stop that finicky bastard from attacking them anyway?" A loud, cocky, obnoxious male voice was heard in the background, laughing.

"Friend, we should step into fate's path and come to the aid of those we care about, for this will effect them as well." A kind, softer male voice countered to the one before.

"Yes!" The brown haired female voice exclaimed in agreement.

"How, then?" The harsh, scratchy man's voice was heard again. "How do we alert them?"

"Link the worlds." She answered confidently.

I was afraid I would lose you all over again. I was afraid that you had come back to only be a dream once again. But now I know. This is real. YOU are real…

"Yuna!" In his constant, cheery manner, Tidus waved a hand in front of Yuna's blank face. "Earth to Yuna! Earth to Yuna!"

"Huh?" She turned to face him, completely unaware that she had been daydreaming. The young couple sat at the water's edge on Besaid's shore. It was a beautiful day. Nothing seemed to be able to go wrong today. Spira was at peace, the two once feuding groups were in harmony, and there were no signs of trouble.

"You dazed out again." He laughed that hearty little chuckle of his. He gave her a heart-warming smile that she loved.

"Sorry. I'm just enjoying the day." Yuna flicked a strand of hair out of her eyes and dug her feet into the white sand.

"Uh-huh," He added and put his arm around her tenderly.

"Cloud!" Tifa yelled, searching for the man she loved. He poked his spiky head around the corner of their house Nibelheim. They had been together since the defeat of Sephiroth about six years ago.

"Yeah?" He asked, shaking the long blond locks out of his blue-green eyes.

Tifa smiled warmly. "Just making sure you're still around."

Cloud laughed before responding, "Listen, Tifa, it's been six years. I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere." He walked to her and pulled her to his arms. "I'm here. He can't hurt me anymore. He's gone. We finished him. I'm no longer under his control."

She nodded and clung to him.

" Good, morning, your Majesty." Steiner saluted Queen Garnet. She smiled and gave a low bow to the Captain of the Pluto Knights.

"And how are you, Steiner?" She asked. She wore a white old-fashioned gown fit for her position. A crown of garnets sat upon her black hair.

"Ah, couldn't be better, your Majesty!" He replied brightly. His eyes then caught sight of a figure moving down the grand hall of the newly built castle of Alexandria. " Here's comes Zidane, your Majesty. He looks nicely, don't you think."

Zidane joined the two with a look of utter distaste. He glanced down at himself in such fancy clothes. Steiner had insisted that he look the part if he was to be living with Garnet.

"I look like a freak!" He moaned. "I feel like one, too. Dagger, do I have to wear this?" He turned to the giggling young woman.

"You look handsome, Zidane." She told him, only to receive a mocking scowl.

"I didn't know you could polish up so well, Sir Zidane." Steiner enjoyed Zidane's torture.

"Watch it, Rusty!" He yelled. "And don't call me 'sir!'" He tugged and pulled at the clothes.

"Zidane, the others will be here shortly. Come on," Garnet grabbed his arm and dragged him away from the laughing Steiner before he hurt him.

"Just you wait, Rusty! Just you wait!" Zidane yelled as he was pulled away.