A.N: A sad note that I will be letting every reader know of is that for the purposes of this story, the events of Castlevania: Dawn of Sorrow lead up to the worst ending. As such, the events of Julius Mode have also occurred. I hate to break it to you, Soma Cruz fans, but he's the Lord of Darkness now. But don't worry. Even if he comes to bother Spira in its time of need, he won't last long.

Disclaimer: The elements used in this fanfiction, with the exception of my O.C, are not owned by me. They are owned-

Count Dracula: Would you shut up and get on with it already?!

DarkDiablo: O_O? Die monster! You don't belong in this fanfiction!

Count Dracula: It was not by my hand that I am once again given words. I was called here by authors who wish to pay me tribute.

DarkDiablo: Tribute?! You steal authors' souls, and make them your writers!

Count Dracula: Perhaps the same could be said of all fanfictions...

DarkDiablo: Your stories are as empty as your soul! Authors ill need a writer such as you!

Count Dracula: What is an author? *wine glass breaks* A miserable little pile of books. But enough talk... Read the story!

Jonathan Morris: Man, what a way to ruin a cheesy piece of dialogue. Anyway, just as DarkDiablo was saying, the only thing he owns is the O.C. Everything else is owned by their respective owners. Have a nice reading!


Final Fantasy: Aria of Ruin

Chapter Two: A Meeting of Destiny

"I didn't know what was happening, nor did I know why.
This left me scared. I had never been that scared.
Not since four days ago.
Now, I'm in a completely new world.
I didn't see anyone else with me inside that... being...
Which gave me the feeling of being alone... truly alone..."

It was not long after Sin's attack on the peaceful island before Jack was able to feel the waves of the ocean crashing on his legs and the last rays of the setting sun upon his back. He couldn't find the strength to move a muscle, though. It hurt very harshly just to breathe and think. Suddenly, he heard the sound of feet hitting the sand. "Hey! Look! A survivor, ya!", the voice of a man called out. This man had a strange accent, one that the hunter never heard before. "Looks like he took a beating. Should we get Wakka?", another voice added. This one had the same accent, though it was deeper than the first voice. Jack felt a hand on his back, which only worsened the pain he felt. This prompted a small and weak cry from him.

"Whoa! Be careful, Letty! The kid's got serious cuts on his back, ya!", another voice called out. 'Who are you calling a kid?!', the hunter thought. Granted, he wasn't officially an adult either, but even if he had a quick temper, he was still more mature than that. "Sorry", yet another voice added, though this was assumed to be 'Letty'. "We better go get Wakka. He's got to see this one, ya?", the first voice added. The sounds of feet hitting sand grew quieter, which told Jack that these people were leaving him. 'Great... on the plus side, they seem friendly...', he thought. Before long, the sounds of feet hitting sand were heard again. These people were returning. And in greater numbers, most likely.

"Whoa!", a new voice cried out. He seemed completely surprised to see a survivor. "Where'd you find him?", a thick-accented voice called out. Jack felt the sand shift at his chest. One of the people had most likely kneeled to check for signs of life. "He was just laid out right here, Wakka, ya? Is he still human?", the second voice asked. Whoever this 'Wakka' was, the hunter felt his fingers touch his neck lightly. It seemed that he got a pulse, though, as immediately afterwards, the feeling was gone. "He's still gotta pulse. He's no fiend. Yet. He will be if we don't get him cleaned up and taken care of, though", 'Wakka' answered.

Much to Jack's relief, he was being lifted carefully. It seemed that the group had little trouble holding him. 'Thank the Light...', he thought. Before long, though, his conciousness was gone once more.


Some time passed by before Jack regained conciousness, this time feeling many times better. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in the confines of a hut. The hut suffered damage from Sin's wave of destruction, but it was still capable of sheltering the young hunter while he rested. "Ugh... my head...", Jack complained. Granted, the occupation of being a vampire hunter in his home-world held promises of great pain to him, but being spit out of the mouth of Sin during the events that came to pass was something completely different from what he was used to.

"Don't strain yourself too much. It hurts, yes, but its not going to be around forever either.", a young man nearby responded. He looked to be around the same age as Jack, wore a strange yellow jacket with no shirt, a strange, black pair of rubber looking pants, with one legging short, and the other looking to be some sort of, what the hunter thought from his experiences from his home, chain armor. His right arm had a short sleeve, but his left arm was protected by what looked to be more of what comprised the long legging. His hair and eyes were much the same as Jack's. "Well, either way, its a good thing you're still alive and kicking. You managed to survive the carnage that was caused by Sin yesterday", the young man said.

It was at this moment that Jack took the time to look around and he managed to find his tailcoat near the bed he was placed on. Putting it on, he checked to see if its contents were still usable. To his relief, they definitely were. "So, the contents within that coat still usable?", the blonde asked. "Yeah. Might need some honing, but I've managed to get by with worse", Jack responded. Only to realize that he hadn't properly introduced himself. "Anyhow, my name is Jack Morris. Might I ask yours?", the hunter added. "The name's Tidus. Though I should mention that your name is... strange, to say the least", the blonde answered.

That prompted Jack to manage a small smile. "Well, can't say people can't think up strange names now, can we?" the hunter asked. Tidus merely smiled in response. "Anyway, where am I?" Jack added. "Some place named Kilika Port. You were found by Wakka and the Aurochs after Sin's attack", the blonde responded. The hunter looked shocked at what Tidus gave him for the answer. He never knew of any Kilika Port in his home-world. "Kilika Port, huh? Were there other survivors in the destruction?", Jack questioned. He had hoped he wasn't the only one to survive such an event. "Thankfully, no. Though there were a lot of deaths, a fair few also survived", was Tidus' response.

Silence followed for a few seconds as the hunter organized his weaponry. "So, where exactly do you come from? I haven't seen that style of clothing anywhere in the places I've been to yet", Tidus asked. "Tidus, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I don't think you'd believe me if I told you. Its a long story, that much is true. What about you?", Jack answered. "I'm from Zanarkand, a city said to be destroyed over a thousand years ago", was the blonde's response. The hunter looked confused. "A city said to be destroyed over a thousand years ago?", he asked. Tidus merely nodded. "But see, here's what confuses me. The Zanarkand I'm from was definitely not destroyed. It was as lively as lively could be", he said. Jack just shrugged. "Huh... what kind of magic would do something like that? This is completely new to me", he said.

Tidus nodded in response. "If it helps any, Sin did come to Zanarkand the day I left", he said. Jack went back to looking shocked. "Hold on a minute. You were swallowed by Sin too?", he asked. Tidus simply nodded. "Well, maybe you might just believe the answer I would have given you for where I'm from, then...", Jack said. And so he began his long answer to Tidus about where the hunter was from, and his occupation. Initially, Tidus had a look of disbelief on his face, but then continued to listen as Jack told him his story, eventually looking amazed, like he had just heard tales of super heroes saving the world from the grasps of evil. After a few minutes of explaining, it was Tidus' turn to explain to Jack what he did in Zanarkand. The hunter was at the least very interested in Tidus' story, first from the sport of Blitzball, to his being the star player of the Zanarkand Abes, and then the day that he left.

"So in reality, it looks like we're on the same boat. Just in different seats", Tidus said. Jack simply nodded in response. "Still, the fact that you're from a different world... did Sin try to destroy your world as well?", Tidus asked. "No... I think all Sin wanted was me, Tidus. The only war my world is fighting is against Count Dracula. At least, the last time I checked...", Jack responded. "But I was out cold after Sin swallowed me", he added. Tidus looked at him with sympathy. "Well, I hope your world's safe, Jack. From what I've seen and heard, Sin destroys all it goes near", he said. Jack looked saddened at the news. "I hope so too... but in the meantime, it looks like I've a quest to go through if I'm to find out about it", he said.

Tidus smiled at what the hunter said. "If its anything to do with destroying Sin, count me in!", he replied happily. Jack smiled at what the star player said. "Gladly, Tidus. Just one thing to clear up, though. What are you going to use to help with destroying Sin?", the hunter asked. "I happen to know a thing or two about swords", Tidus answered. "Well, that's good. Sounds like you'd fit in just fine", Jack said. He then took it upon himself to show the blonde the contents of his tailcoat.

Tidus looked at the hunter in shock. The guy was practically a one-man army! Within his tailcoat, he managed to hold four whips, one of water, another of ice, another of lightning, and a green whip with a bladed tip that looked to be made of silver. He also had other weapons as well, from a wrecking ball, to innumerable knives, to a crossbow loaded with fiery bolts. And strapped to the hunter's back was a large, two-handed sword, etched with strange runes. "Wow! With those weapons, I don't think you'd be going down anytime soon", Tidus said in disbelief.

Jack merely smirked in response. "Just the way a vampire hunter likes it, Tidus. Now then, what say you to finding a way to get at Sin?", he asked. "Sounds good to me", Tidus responded. "Now, Wakka asked me to come check on you to see how you were holding up. It looks like you're well enough to walk with little trouble", he added. "Well then, let's go and find this Wakka. I believe I owe him thanks for finding me anyway", Jack said. Tidus nodded, and started to lead the way through Kilika Port.