Dedicated to "Drunken Nights" and its author, RainbowSerenity. Great stuff, that. Reeeeeaaad her fiiiiics…

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Everybody knows about the oldest citizens in town – those two ancient men, even older than foul-mouthed Mr. Cid, even though they don't look it. They certainly don't act like it.

They're something of a novelty, those two; the measuring stick of how far a friendship can last. They're also the subject of idle chitchat, every time gossip is scarce. Mystery surrounds them like a shroud, from their too-young appearance to their unconventional relationship to the secrets hidden in their eyes.

The smaller one – most can't quite remember his first name, but they know it has something to do with the heavens – his hair is pure white, not quite as spiky anymore. He has the brightest blue eyes; and a constant, polite little smile. It's said that he was once a great warrior, very different from the way he is now, but no one remembers the details.

His friend is taller, with beautiful, eye-catching silver hair that has caught the unvoiced envy of more than a few. Rumor has it that it's been like that since forever, but no one dares to ask him rude things like that. He has an air around him – dangerous and secret – that hasn't faded with time; a darkness hidden in shifting green depths.

Some say they'd fought against each other once, in an old, great battle where the fighters weren't really human, where there was magic and spells and powerful weapons that no longer exist. Most people aren't too inclined to believe it – war is a distant, faint word for them. And the two are so close; the notion of serious conflict between them is ridiculous.

They go to the bar every other Tuesday, making their way across Main Street, bickering like an old married couple, some would mutter, but the last person to say this out loud was met with stares and snorts and giggles.

And it is Tuesday today, so they walk, squabbling about some subject or the other, indifferent to the rolled eyes and amused glances thrown their way as they pass by.

But just across the road –

"Hey Riku, d'ya think we're gonna end up like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like Gran'pa Strife an' Mister Seffiroff, best friends till, like f'rever or somethin'."

"Hn. I dunno. Maybe."

The young sky-named child grins, clamping on to the pale boy beside him, face shining with glee.

"Awesome."

End

Um… please tell me some of you didn't see that coming. XD Just noticed that Seph and Cloud resemble Riku and Sora in some ways. Constructive criticism and suggestions are most appreciated. XD

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