Once upon a time…
There was once brown-haired boy and silver-haired boy and red-haired girl with a laugh like the sun, and they were always together, no matter what. Once upon a time before that, there was also a brown-haired girl and a blonde-haired boy and red-haired boy, and they were friends with them, too. They were all supposed to be together forever, too, but then things happened and they stopped hanging out together and two separate trios were formed.
There was once a storm that hit the islands, one no one seems to remember all too well (except for them, except for sorikairi), and everyone was scattered for a very long time. Only strange street lights and black buggy monsters and occasional glimpses of the boy with the brown hair and the boy with the silver hair and the girl with the laugh like the sun, except she didn't laugh, but she won't tell why.
There was once a time when the brown-haired girl became best friends with the red-haired girl, because the blonde and the redhead were obsessed with Blitzball, and because the red-haired girl didn't have any friends except for these two boys she seems to remember. Although the brown-haired girl thinks she has it all messed up, because, see, because once upon a time, there was the brown-haired girl, the blonde-haired boy, the red-haired boy, and the red-haired girl, although she usually kept to herself.
But no, it's "starts with an 'S'" and "I'll come back to you, I promise", and suddenly the brown-haired girl isn't so sure that the redhead is wrong.
There was once a time when the brown-haired girl maybe maybe sort of kinda liked the brown-haired boy, because of his eyes like the sea and his unruly spikes and laugh like the sun. But no, for him it was always the redhead (kairikairikairi) and for her there was only him, and he was the prince and she was the princess and they were meant to be forever. But there was also the silver-haired boy and the brown-haired girl and they got left behind in the fairytale, because there can only be one happily-ever-after. And she's stuck in the mazes of the illuminated pages, and all she can see is brown and blue and red and gold, gold, gold, because this story is the stuff of legend, and no one cares about the secondary characters anyway. And now she's afraid for the story to end, for the red leather-bound cover to swing shut and crush her in the process, because she's not the princess, not safe in the dreambound castles of rose glass, where oblivious trumpets play and serenade the heroine to sleep.
There was once a brown-haired girl and silver-haired boy with eyes like the sea. And though their stories had started out quite separately, their fates were shared. For you see, dear reader, they were both betrayed by the devious workings of Fate. It was by no fault of their own that they were written out of their own stories, but it was by their own luck that they were able to write their own story. Together.
As it was, the girl with the eyes like palm leaves and the boy with the eyes like the sea did in fact fall in love, as all good protagonists should, and were quite applauded for doing so by a certain redheaded girl who had surreptitiously rooted for them all along.
They were, perhaps, not the most conventional coupling, but they did fit each other surprisingly well (selphierikuselphierikuselphieriku), and found their own happy ending.
…they lived happily ever after.
The End.
My first entry for myxbeautifulxlove's challenge. This was for the topic: SelphiexRiku
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