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So It Was
It was a quiet moment, one spent between two men who were intimate, but not close. They knew nothing of each other, not their dark past or current personal problems; their battle skills, the way the other tasted when they kissed, or how it felt when they fell asleep next to each other was all they knew.
So they sat next to each other, enjoying the rare quiet moment they had together. The one on the left tilted his head back, his spiky hair a nice pale color. The one next to him felt his lips curling up in to a smile, and slid his hand over to just barely touch the others.
Words weren't necessary, only actions. Both men acknowledged that the other might not live through this fight, but didn't dwell on it. It was the way things were, and this wasn't a romance, they thought. It was a way to pass the time, a brief connection that will one day be severed.
But every night, as they fell asleep, the two men would cling to each other, the one's dark hair in startling contrast to the others light hair. In the heat of battle, both were thinking of the other, wondering if they were all right. Fighting back to back made it better, since they could see with their own eyes how the other was doing. And after a long battle they'd collapse to the ground, chests heaving, and smirk at each other as they argued over who had defeated more enemies.
It was a simple relationship, but one with ties that ran deep. Neither wanted to let the other go, but neither wanted to be the one to ask the other to stay.
Others pretended not to know about their relationship, but it was hard to miss. Everyone could feel their connection, could sense their feelings. There was a bet as to who would be the first to admit their feelings.
Neither the blonde nor the dark-haired men noticed. They only noticed each other, and the feeling of their time together drawing to a close.
Some time later, as every single Heartless and Nobody in Radiant Gardens disappeared, and everyone knew without a doubt that the young Keyblade master had defeated the appropriate enemies, the two men locked eyes.
I suppose this is it, the silver eyes communicated.
I suppose, the blue eyes said back. Around them people partied, bringing out food and drink. Laughter and talk filled the room, and everything seemed bright and happy.
"I don't want..." One man began hesitantly.
"Me either." The other agreed quickly.
They shared another look.
"So, what..."
"...happens next?"
A silence fell.
"Sephiroth is gone, so..." The first began.
"...you've nothing else to do." The second replied calmly.
"Nowhere to go, either. Is there room here?"
"Yes, we have a couple of empty rooms."
"Perhaps I'll..."
"Stay for awhile?" The second finished, just a miniscule hint of hope in his tone (an odd occurrence, since neither were particularly open with emotions). The blonde nodded, and they smiled at each other. Tentatively reaching out, the two clasped hands and moved to join their celebrating friends, who were disappointed to miss who exactly had asked whom to stay.
Cloud never did end up leaving, and Leon eventually moved in to the largest room in the house, to be joined by his blonde.
It was a romance, after all.