A/N: i'm back it's britney bitch. so here's an idea i've had for a while. sorry if it's bad i'm a lil rusty at writing fanfiction and i wrote this after i stayed up all night hahahAHARH

"Seiiiiiiifeeeeeeeer!" Hayner whined to the older boy standing beside him.

"Aw, what is it, chickenwuss?"

"You drank ALL the lemonade!"

"Did not," Seifer retorted angrily.

"Did so! You've got juice 'round your lips!"

Seifer glared at the small boy, obviously caught at what he had done.

"Seifer, how are we 'pposed to have a lemonade stand without any lemonade?"

"I don't know, Hayner, maybe you shoulda planned ahead."

"You suck, Seifer! I'm goin' home!"

"Yeah, go home and cry to your mommy!"

With tears in his eyes, Hayner ran down the street towards his home. Seifer stood at the empty table and huffed.

Whatever, he didn't need that lamer anyway.

-Two weeks later-

"You're moving?" Seifer cried loudly.

"Yeah, mom says it's 'cause of her job."

"But... we're best friends... What am I supposed to do without you?!"

"Seifer... I wish I could stay... But my mom won't-"

"Stay with me! I'm sure my parents wouldn't mind."

Hayner smiled sadly. "That would be nice, but I just can't."

Seifer sniffed, holding back his tears.

"I just... Can't imagine it here without you, Hayner."

Hayner pulled the taller boy into a tight hug. "You'll be okay. I'll come back, I promise."

Sobs convulsed Seifer's body as Hayner continued to hold him.

"Promise?"

"Yeah."

"Don't forget about me, chickenwuss."

"I couldn't even imagine it."

Pulling apart, Hayner waved goodbye and walked home. Seifer slumped to the ground, saddened beyond belief.

He never even had the chance to tell him.

-10 years later-

"Aw, Seifer, come on, you always win the struggle, y'know?"

"And that's how it's going to stay, stupid."

"Compromise?" asked Fuu quietly.

"No way. There's no one I would give this trophy up to, unless they're stronger than me!"

"Maybe I could take a shot at it."

Seifer spun around to see blonde spikes a few inches below him.

"Roxas."

"Whaddya say? Battle for the Struggle trophy?"

Seifer laughed loudly, narrowing his eyes at the teenager.

"As if you'd even win, lamer."

The insult felt foreign on the bully's tongue. He hadn't said that in years, it seemed like.

"Why don't we try then?"

"Fine, whatever."

The two got ready to battle, each of their friends gathering behind them.

"You can do it, Rox!" yelled Pence a few feet away.

"A kid like you couldn't beat Seifer, y'know?"

They began to whack at each other with the Struggle clubs, both quickly becoming out of breathe.

"Just... Give up already..." wheezed Seifer.

"No way," Roxas grinned smugly as he saw he was getting the upper hand.

"Lamer... I swear..."

A swift hit to Seifer's side and he was down.

"Seifer's not feeling so hot, y'know?" Rai quickly stood in front of him.

"Tournament decides," Fuu mumbled, standing beside Rai.

Pence and Olette cheered as it was clear Roxas was the winner.

"Great job!" Olette said.

"Thanks," Roxas murmured, smiling.

-At the usual place-

"Man, I can't believe I beat Seifer! That oughta knock him down a peg or two," Roxas said, leaning on the wall.

"It was impressive, I mean it's like he wasn't even trying," Pence added.

"Yeah that was kinda weird. Maybe he was distracted or something."

"Maybe. But you heard Fuu, tournament decides."

Roxas groaned, not really looking forward to fighting the older male again.

"Hey, maybe someone could... Take my place?"

Olette laughed. "Like who? Pence and I aren't interested in fighting in a Struggle match."

"I'm sure there's someone around town that would be willing."

"Doubtful. We'd have to go to Sunset Hill or farther to find a person."

Roxas sighed, getting up and stretching. Olette and Pence stood up after him.

"I'm going to look around. I might be able to convince somebody," he smiled and winked, pushing back the curtain that led to the alleyway.

And he ran straight into a person about his height.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!"

"Sorry," Roxas said, rubbing his head where he had collided with the other person.

It was a boy that looked to be around his age. Roxas instantly had an idea.

"Hey..."

The boy looked curiously at him, wondering what he wanted.

"I'm Roxas."

"Hayner," the other replied, nodding curtly.

"Are you into the Struggle Tournament?"

"I don't know what that is, man. I'm just here for a couple days because I'm visiting my aunt."

"Perfect!"

Hayner raised an eyebrow at him, questioning what could be so perfect about that.

"I mean, uh... Come with me."

Hayner hesitated, but allowed Roxas to drag him off to the Sandlot.