Oh my god… it's the last chapter. Woow… This is the first time I've ever finished a fic. Geez… cheese and rice (sounds like Jesus Christ)… And now, I return to my specialty, third person. I was gonna do those letters again, but they took too much thought. And I'm better with third person anyway. At some point, I might be posting an alternate version (so to speak) of this. I think it'll be a oneshot.

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Lokii fell silent. Fenrir stared open-mouthed at her, her pen in her hand. She hadn't written anything for the last hour or so, too engrossed in Lokii's tale.

"I still miss Ansem. I always will. Even a year later, I still grieve. He was everything to me," Lokii said softly. If Fenrir hadn't been part jackal demon, she never would have heard her. "I wish that he had not died like that… damn Sephiroth…. Damn him to hell!" Lokii shouted fiercely.

Fenrir was astounded by the woman's tale, but even more so at Sephiroth's part in it. She had always regarded Sephiroth as a friend. Obnoxiously aloof sometimes, but she had never thought he would ever do something like that. She resolved to punch Sephiroth when next she saw him.

Lokii sighed, and left the room. Fenrir stood, as if to follow her, then sat back down, and wrote down what she had left to write. As she got to Ansem's death, Fenrir paused. She realized that Lokii had done something truly strong. She had relived the most painful moments of her life, and all for the sake of Fenrir's research. Fenrir doubted that she herself would ever be able to do such a thing.

Fenrir felt disgusted with herself, as though she had pried mercilessly. Which she hadn't, of course. Lokii had wanted the tale told, hadn't she? And yet…. What was to be gained from writing this down?

Then it hit her. It would be an insult to Ansem's and Lokii's memories not to. And by recording it, it would prove invaluable to anyone studying the darkness as she was. But was that really a good reason? Was it really worth Lokii's pain?

Fenrir finished her task, and went to look out her window. Night had fallen, and the storm had abated. Fenrir put away her writings, and headed outside.

Once outside, Fenrir spread massive black dragon wings, nearly forty or fifty feet, and flew all around the castle. She tried to find the room Lokii had spoken of, and failed. She flew to the Rising Falls, and landed carefully on the slippery stones. There she remained until morning.

Drenched by the spray, Fenrir spread her wings again as the sun rose, drying them in the early morning light. Then she flapped them a few times, and rose into the air. She hovered for a moment, tempted to fly out over the tops of the falls and see where they would take her. Then she turned and flew back to the castle.

As she landed, she noticed the massive doors at the entrance were open. She frowned, and went in. The one she saw standing in front of the fountain took her breath away.

It was Ansem.

He was alive and well, looking none the worse for what had happened to him, if maybe a bit haggard. His clothes were torn and bloodstained, and he hadn't seemed to notice Fenrir. Fenrir's long jackal ears fell back against her head, and she backed up slowly, through the doors, hoping he wouldn't hear her. Once outside, Fenrir took off, flying as fast as she could.

Lokii was sitting on a ledge near one of the lift crystals. Fenrir landed clumsily behind her, too excited to land properly.

"Lokii!" she shouted. Lokii turned to her.

"What? What is it?" she said.

"Come on!" Fenrir cried, taking to the air again. Looking quite confused, Lokii also took off, flying alongside Fenrir.

"What the hell is your problem!" Lokii demanded. But Fenrir only shook her head, and flew faster. Lokii was hard pressed to keep up. Fenrir landed outside the entrance, and stood there. Her jackal's tail was lashing. She motioned for Lokii to go in ahead of her.

Glaring at the half jackal, half dragon girl, Lokii entered the main room, and gasped. Her heart began to pound.

"An…sem?" she said weakly. "Ansem! Ansem!" she shouted. He turned, and saw her. Lokii raced forward and leapt into his arms. "You're alive!" she said, burying her face in his chest. He held her tightly.

"I'll never let you go again," Ansem whispered. Then he kissed her. They remained that way for some time. Fenrir stuck her head in, and saw them. She stuck out her tongue in distaste, and retreated.

"Ansem… I thought you were…" Lokii murmured. "I thought… I thought…"

"I don't know what happened," Ansem said softly. "I know that I died, but I still… I don't know how. All I know was that someone very dear to me was calling, begging me to return. Someone I couldn't bear to see upset in any way."

"It doesn't matter," Lokii replied. "You're here, I'm here, and that's all that really matters. I love you, Ansem."

"I love you too. Love you forever."

"Love you always."

-Owari-

Well, then, readers. Here we are at the end of the fic. I hope you liked this. I rather had fun writing it, which is surprising, since normally I dislike romance. Oh well. There might be a sequel, but I'm not sure yet. Keep an eye out for it! It won't be a romance, tho', if I can help it. Maybe mystery, or Sci-fi, or something…. Danke to everyone who reviewed! And now, I bid you adieu! Lebewohl, mein lesers! (Bows)