Author's Notes: This is the first in a series of drabbles I'll be writing to cover as many pairings as possible that don't squick me out. The first one is Sora x Seifer, which I chose for myself to kick it off, but I'm hoping the rest of them will be chosen by other people! I'll dedicate each drabble to the person who requested the pairing. The first few are going to be from my friends, but I hope to soon have some requests from reviewers. The only requests that are banned are pairings that include any anthropomorphic animals or furniture, not counting Beast. (There is one other exception, but I already have a request for that pairing.)

The way the point system will work for this series is that your first request is a freebie and will not cost points, but it will cost five points for every additional request you want to make. You get one point for every review you make on one of my fics (doesn't matter which one!).

For this entry, you can get an extra point if you're the first reviewer to accurately answer the following trivia! The question is: How does Seifer know the moon is waxing and not waning? (If you can't tell, I'm taking an astronomy class this semester.)

I didn't intend for this entry to be so fluffy, but I'm using my story cubes for prompts and it just sort of turned out this way. Also, I wrote it at three in the morning.

Upcoming entries: Riku x Mickey, Leon x Riku Replica, Roxas x Zexion

Enigma

Waxing crescent moon, Seifer thought idly, bracing his hands on his windowsill as he looked out at the night sky. It was still early evening, but the sky was already dark, a testament to the winter season.

Not that you'd know it was winter if you went outside… It had been unseasonably warm for about three days now, and people were beginning to talk about omens. Seifer, for his part, didn't hold with those kinds of superstitions, although he'd noticed Rai stubbornly continued to wear a coat he didn't need. Well, if it made him happy, Seifer wouldn't interfere.

He was about to turn away from the window when he caught sight of a lone figure making its way along the street below. That spiky brown hair would stand out anywhere. Curious, Seifer watched Sora until the other boy was no longer visible, a frown on his face. The brunet had been an enigma ever since he moved into Twilight Town permanently. During the day, he smiled and laughed with anyone who would have him, including Seifer and his friends—to the shock of most of the school. If Seifer ever saw him outside of school, though, the other boy appeared pensive and never seemed to smile or speak to anyone in passing.

Seifer did not like enigmas.

Before he quite knew what he was doing, he'd dashed down the stairs, called out a hasty "see you later" to his bemused-looking mom, and made his way down the street after Sora, determined to interrogate the smaller boy. He followed at a safe distance as the brunet meandered down several streets and finally made his way up Sunset Hill.

Sora didn't even glance at Seifer as the blond joined him on the hill, but Seifer could tell from his body language that he'd heard or seen him coming. Knowing his history of Heartless fighting, Seifer wouldn't have been surprised if Sora had noticed him long before they reached their destination.

The silence was unnerving. Seifer finally broke it by saying, in his usual snide tone of voice, "So tell me, spiky, what happens to your tongue when you're not at school? Do you only have it on loan, or does it just not like you enough to stick around full time?"

"That's funny," said Sora quietly. Though he didn't laugh, somehow the sentiment still seemed genuine. Seifer's brow creased in a frown again as he stared unabashedly at the other boy.

A shooting star streaked overhead. He could see Sora's eyes tracking its progress until it faded into the darkness once more.

"Used to be, when you saw one of those, it was a world dying," Sora remarked, voice so soft that Seifer had to strain to hear it. "I used to sit outside, wherever we were when we stopped to sleep, and I'd just watch them, trying to keep count. It always bothered me that I couldn't keep track during the day."

"The worlds aren't dying anymore," said Seifer, his voice gruff in his awkward attempt at reassurance. "You saved 'em, remember?"

"Why don't you ever call anyone by their real name?"

Expecting another profound and disturbing comment, Seifer was taken aback by the question. "Well, since we're being honest tonight, I'll tell you," he drawled. "I suck at remembering names."

Sora stuck his hands in his pockets, tilting his head to the side as he looked at the blond for the first time. "You're not as bad as everyone says, you know. I can tell you actually care—at least most of the time."

"Wishful thinking, spiky."

"Then why'd you come out after me?"

Seifer opened his mouth and closed it again. There was an answer to that, he knew, if only he could remember.

Sora laid a hand on his arm and leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to his cheek. "I'm okay, but thank you for coming after me anyway."

Sputtering, Seifer spun around as Sora began to walk back down the hill. "What the hell was that?"

"Whatever you want it to be," the brunet called back, and for the first time since he'd come to Twilight Town permanently, he sounded like he was grinning outside of school. Seifer pressed a hand to his cheek and shook his head. Sora was an enigma, all right—a cheeky one.

Why does it seem even warmer out here now than it did when I left?