Once upon a time, there was a girl. This girl was in high school and her life was good. You see, she had recently discovered anime (though she had no idea that that was the name it went by at the time) and found it to be quite her cup of tea. She started small, a Ronin Warriors episode here, a DiC dub of Sailor Moon there, and then one day, her life was irrevocably changed. She came to college and in so doing, discovered "the Internet". And in this place called "the Internet" she found something called "fanfiction". And life got even better.

Being of a creative bend herself, she began to dabble in writing her own little stories. If anyone has been around since those golden days of early fandom (the mid-90's) you may remember such stories as "Blood Moon", "The Raye Trilogy" and "The World Without". No, before you ask, the girl of whom I speak did not write any of them. Becca-oneechan, Chris Davies and Mike Chenoweth get the credit for those wonderful stories. The point that I am trying to make, however, is that the girl was there. She read the stores as they were written. She still remembers the innocent joy that used to flow through fandom, the sweet connectivity of sharing an unusual, not entirely socially-acceptable hobby -- this was before anime mainstreamed, after all. This was before Viz Media, ADV Films and (curse them ~shakes fist~) FUNimation began importing anime by the boatload for the consumption of the American people. These were the days of the "fansub". No bittorrent here, folks -- these were the days of the VHS fansub.

So, you see, for our girl had dabbled in the Sailor Moon fandom, churning out such unfinished wonders as "The Generals' Hour" and "Prisms", with her discovery of the fansub, her horizons broadened even further. She discovered Fushigi Yuugi, Yuu Yuu Hakusho and many others besides. But it was with Fushigi Yuugi, her first foray into subtitled anime, that her story truly begins. This was where the girl discovered Nuriko, a delightful gender-bender of a character. And with her love of angst and her new love of the ambiguously oriented character, it was only a matter of time before she fell all the way into discovering yaoi. And she did. And life got better still.

The girl began to look for yaoi (and later on slash) in everything. And when she did not find it, she was not pleased. And then, there was fanfiction. Oh... there was fanfiction. She wrote and she wrote and sometimes, she even published. The innocent joy of Sailor Moon and Fushigi Yuugi gave way to the more intense plots of Gundam Wing, Escaflowne and Rurouni Kenshin (and though we don't often talk about it, Power Rangers). And then... college was over. Life moved on. Veterinary school absconded with her time. But still, there was anime. Gundam Wing and Rurouni Kenshin gave way to CLAMP's X, DNAngel, Fruits Basket and Yami no Matsuei. And so many more besides. And there was fanfiction. Not as much, not as easily, not as joyful in its angst, but there, just the same.

Then with graduation, there was freedom... of a sort. With real life being a stress worse than school had ever been, the girl, now a young woman, found her creative well... drying up. And there was fear and there was sadness. Until, one day... there was Prince of Tennis. And suddenly, with the advent of Oishi and Eiji, the Golden Pair, there was writing again. Not much, even less often... but the well began to burble. But then the girl, now woman, changed jobs and found herself with even less time than she'd had before! And the creative well... it dried up again.

And then, just a few short months ago, her life steeped in its own version of a personal tragedy with the loss of her very beloved Lilly (a truer cat was never found), the girl found herself yearning to return to simpler, more joyful days. And so, she dusted off her Fushigi Yuugi and began to watch. And as she watched, she felt the creative well again begin to burble. And once again, life was... well, if not good, at least it was better. And she began, slowly but surely, to write once again. But the girl found, when she began dusting off her unfinished stories, that they needed... a smoother touch. A bit of revamping, if you will. A newer audience. And so, in the hopes of finding that audience, the girl, now woman, came to fanfiction.net and began, almost 11 years after she'd started, to post those stories.

This, is her story. If you enjoyed it, hopefully you will stick around to read the others.

Renee-chan

~sheepish grin~ Was the profile enticing enough? If so, here are my intentions with fanfiction dot net. I love to write. I do so more for my own sake than anything else. However, anyone who writes can tell you that writing for yourself only gets you so far. If you never get any feedback on your work, you can never improve. And I find these days that though the words flow wonderfully in my mind, when I get them down onto paper... not always so much. This disturbs me. So, what I really hope to get out of this (posting of my old stories) is to generate some interest -- yours and mine, and possible a willing beta-reader or two.

I'll start by posting some of my older works that I think are post-ready as is, while trying to get the parts that aren't post-worthy into working order. I may post some of my newer works, as well. However, if you actually know who I am and you're looking for a story that I wrote that you can't find, I direct you to these two places:

http://www.chibis.net -- my fanfic archive

and

http://rchan.livejournal.com -- my LJ

If you can't find it here and you can't find it there, you can always try e-mailing me, but odds are... I didn't write it.

And now, the moment you've all been waiting for... the fanfiction!