TWO MORE C2s? I'm really starting to get scared here, guys!

...I'm sure you're all at least somewhat wondering what I had planned for Xigbar and Yuffie... and here it is... yes, I am aware this is total jail bait... so cracky I could sell it on the streets, I know...

Happy Xigbar/International Talk Like A Pirate Day! (Yes, I'm making today his birthday)

...The past is a hard thing to face...

...Having to head into a land you once knew and left is one of life's greatest challenges...

...But... what if you didn't find your past... but rather your past found you?...

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Xigbar was bored. Not any different than any other day, but this time, he was really bored. Demyx had yet to report back, and to make matters worse, he hadn't seen Ninja around at all, lately. That cute girl had been his source of entertainment for some time- anything she did always seemed more amusing than anything anyone else did.

Now, before we continue, let the authoress make something clear. Xigbar is portrayed as many a thing in the eyes of his fans- he's a pirate, he's a surfer, he's a ninja, he's been recently called a defense attorney that matches if not exceeds the abilities of the great Phoenix Wright- but if there is one thing he is not, it is old. At the absolute most, there was a seven year difference between him and Ninja, so, despite realizing the total crackiness of the situation, the authoress does not want to hear anything about Xigbar being a child molester. She is sure that all readers are mature enough to not make that assumption.

Anyway, where were we? Ah, yes, Xigbar, bored. Very good, proceed.

"Jeeze... what's takin' 'im so long...?" he spoke aloud. "Must be sight seein'... Guess it wouldn't hurt too much if I gave him a lil' somethin' ta worry about..." A small grin came to his face as he jumped off the roof he previously occupied and left for the square.

But therein lied the tragedy; Xigbar knew where and what everything was. He knew what all the stores sold (and with that knowledge he knew there was nothing he wanted, just shields and wands), he knew the local cuisine, and some of the adults looked very familiar to him as well. They were probably still kids when Braig was alive, their faces now imprinted into the Freeshooter's memory. Nothing could surprise him here...

"DUDE LOOK OUT!"

...except Ninja falling out of the sky and landing on top of him.

The next thing Xigbar's face knew was the asphalt as Ninja scrambled to her feet, where it was then introduced to the bottom of her shoe. She stood straight up and pointed above to a wooden beam. Even from below, one could tell it was rotting, which explained why Ninja's weight caused a gaping hole in it making her fall. "Curse you, you refined piece of tree bark! Destroy my shortcut, will you?! I'll see you turned into sawdust if its the last thing I do!"

"'Ey, ya mind gettin' off ma face?" Xigbar mamaged to say.

"Eh...? Well, its yer own fault for not moving in time!" Ninja said, jumping off him and sticking out her tounge. "You OK, old dude?"

"I'm not old." Xigbar growled, standing up. "And I'm fine."

"Really? You look like any old dude ta me..." Ninja shrugged. "Ah well, later!" She readied herself to sprint away, when a strong grip came to her arm

"Whoa-ho, just where do you think yer going?!" Xigbar said. "You just made me eat the sidewalk. Don't tell me you don't intend on making it up ta me."

Ninja sighed. "Man, you're whiney... well, I suppose I can part with one..." She rumaged through her pockets, and pulled out a plastic bag of crisp, freshly baked heart-shaped sugar cookies... and Xigbar's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

Little known fact about Xigbar; he liked things sweet. Not just "two-sugars-in-his-coffee" sweet, more like "the-whole-dang-sugar-bowl-in-his-mouth" sweet. A total sugar addict if one ever existed or non-existed. Anything he ate had to cause a cavity or two, and sugar cookies were no exception. As his hand reached out for the entire bag, Ninja raised it above her head and out of his reach.

"Nuh-uh. Only one, dude." she scolded, handing him the sole cookie.

Xigbar let out a humph, but took the cookie regardless. "One cookie isn't as great a payment as an entire bag, ya'know."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but you can't have these." Ninja repeated. Her eyes wandered off into the distance. "They're for... a old friend, I guess you could say." She noticed Xigbar's eyeing her, then said with her normal perky attitude, "Nevermind. 'S not important. You just enjoy that cookie, old dude. And be sure to tell your buds that it was made by the Great Ninja Yuffie!"

And then she ran off.

And yet, there was something about her name that just stuck in Xigbar's mind as he took a bite from the cookie. Yuffie... Yuffie... where had he heard that name before? He knew who she was, he knew it! But... when, and in what sense?

He decided then in all his Nobody wisdom that the best thing to do would be to follow Miss Ninja and figure it out from there. Besides, it gave him something to do. That's always good, right?

-half an hour later-

Indeed it was. Xigbar had followed Yuffie to places he himself might have gone earlier. Candy stores, pastries, that place were you could get caramel popcorn in a giant tin can... all of Braig's favorite places when alive. (Xigbar actually bought things from each place ten minutes after Yuffie left them as to not raise suspicion, yet making it hard to keep up, but the sweets were totally worth it).

But this was why he then found it strange when Yuffie sudden;y decided to visit a graveyard. She gave her regards to the curator, then made her way happily past the tombstones, Xigbar hiding in the trees after her. She finally stopped at a set of graves at the top of a small hill, kneeling before one in particular. This one was second in a line of six identical ones, which the Freeshooter also saw as disturbingly familiar.

"Hi, its me again!" she said to the buried person. "Well, I know, its not like I don't come here everyday, but today is your birthday after all. I had to make it special!" She rumaged through her bags, pulling out the candies and sweets she had previously bought. "See! I got ya all those sweets you used to like... I even made my own batch of cookies!" Yuffie presented to bag to the grave. "...You know, you were that first person to ever try them. Yeah, I know I said Squally tried them too, but dude, I was seven! Of course I was gonna lie!"

Xigbar suddenly found himself slowly drawing that same cookie he had been eating before away from his mouth. (A/N: Yes, he still has that one cookie after half an hour.)

"You probably knew I was lying too. But you still ate it and liked it anyway. I was so happy..." Yuffie's words slowed and she grew silent. Xigbar's fingers idly drummed his knee as he waited for her to continue.

"...You know, I never got rid of them."

Xigbar's interest was caught as Yuffie returned to the bag at her side and pulled out a pair of sunglasses, the left lense popped out. "I kept them just the way you liked them... you always looked so cool when you wore them... yet strangely enough you never wore them on National Talk Like Pirate Day... so I guess I have to wear them for you today." She said, setting the eyewear on her face. "I can't pull of the look like you did, but still, I think they look good, don't you?" She threw her head back and gave a wink, before bursting into a fit of giggles.

Now the Freeshooter knew something was up. How in the name of darkness did she get those?! She wasn't supposed to have them! They were supposed to be safely buried with their original owner! But then, it was sort of odd that this one grave was but the second of six...

And lo, there stood his answer. Xigbar was shocked at his own stupidity. The glasses, the cookies, the date... how could he forget?

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Braig wandered around aimlessly, as he often did whenever he was free from work. He had stopped by each of his favorite candy stores, and the owners had given him their regards, but not one had the sweets he liked. Aparently they had all been sold for International Talk Like A Pirate Day.

He never did like that holiday, and not just because he couldn't eat candy. No, everyone wanted him to dress up like a pirate, because he looked like could pull it off. "Oh Braig, Dilan and Ienzo are doing it, why aren't you?" It was things like that. Not to mention, the day of this cursed holiday was his birthday, and when choosing between a scientist and pirates, most people choose to remember the pirates.

This was why he now found it odd that this little girl had walked up to him. She was wearing a bright pink apron which covered her tiny school uniform, and she herself was covered in flour and batter and colored sugar. She meekly opened her backpack and pulled out a brown paper bag, which she then presented to him without a word. Confused, Braig took the bag and opened it, pulling out a rather large sugar cookie, seemingly shaped like a heart. He looked back at the girl, who laughed and said to him words he always remembered.

"Happy birthday, Mister Braig."

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It had been two years, and Braig had not seen the girl since. It was a rainy November day, and he had been asked by Even to retrieve some papers he had forgotten. That Even... what a scatter-brain. The nut wouldn't even remember pants if the situation presented itself (which it had, many a time before).

Braig was now returning home, but decided to take the scenic route through the housing complex. It was quiet and dark, only the pitter-patter of the rain on his umbrella and the ground to be heard.

And then, came the cry.

"WAAAAAAH!"

Braig nearly dropped everything when he heard that scream from the alley. He dashed over from across the street, and saw her again.

She was dripping wet, soaked to the bone, and any other lovely euphanism you could think of for being wet. She sat flat on the ground, crying her eyes out. She must have gotten stuck in the rain and lost her way home, Braig thought. She hadn't even noticed his presense until he squatted down next to her, gave her his umbrella, and then picked her up to take her home.

And she found no better way to thank him than to sob more into his shoulder, making it wet beyond repair.

Once he had taken her home and set her done on the porch, he pulled out his favorite pair of glasses, the ones with the left lense popped out. He wore them all the time, except on his birthday since people thought it to look like an eyepatch. He unfolded the sides, placed them on top of the little one's head, and walked off with s smile.

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Xigbar didn't now how long he had been caught up in his own memories, but the sun was now setting. He turned back to Yuffie. She appeared to be ready to leave, but before she did, she crouched back down and kissed Braig's tombstone. "Happy Birthday Mister Braig..." she whispered. Leaving the sweets behind, she began her trek back home.

And this time, Xigbar would't forget her words.

There ya go! XigYuffie fluff for the day of piracy! Enjoy!