IG: Sorry this is another short chapter they do get longer I promise MRE you hit the nail on the head it is supposed to be nostalgic for Cloud, you'll see later why…
Chapter2
It is about sunset before the blond's sharp mako enhanced senses catch the smell of him on the wind. It is another 20 minutes before his glowing blue eyes catch the black dot against the horizon. But the black dot moves in fast and soon the blond and his golden bird are standing up to wave at the figure riding another golden chocobo.
When the figure finally gets to the blond he dismounts with a feline grace takes the blond into a crushing hug. "Hello Cloud how have you been?" the man asks and Cloud just grins holding the man back so he can have a look at him. Long raven tresses fall a little past his shoulders and show the recent hacking that Cloud's hair shows as well.
The man very much Cloud's senior looks no older than 25 no new lines on his face or anything much like Cloud's perpetual 17 year old boyish looks. "You haven't changed at all Vincent." Cloud says fingering the dark red cape and black clothes that make up Vincent's out fit and the raven haired man smiles red mako bright eyes burning. "Neither have you Cloud except for that awful hack job on your hair."
"Yours isn't much better" Cloud points out and both men laugh. Vincent hugs Cloud again "Did you ever imagine that after we saved the entire world we would end up living alone in the mountains and measuring time by how long our hair grows?" The raven haired man asks when he finally releases the blond and Cloud shakes his head. "No, I knew I would want to live alone but the whole measuring time with how long my hair grows. Now that is just weird." Cloud says and Vincent smiles.
Both men sigh as they stare out at the sun set "How long do you think it's been?" Vincent asks and Cloud shrugs "Probably about 2 years….like every other time." Vincent nods and looks him up and down whistling. "It still never stops to amaze me what you look like completely decked out with every battle materia you own and that Ultima weapon strapped to your back." Vincent says grinning and Cloud just rolls his eyes.
"And I bet I know what you have under that red cloak of yours. Now let me see if I can remember Death penalty will have full level cure, bolt, ice, fire, earth, and a titan in it. While your mechanical arm will have full level demi, ultima, Bahamut, Shiva, and I believe you also have an Odin hidden under there." Cloud says smugly and Vincent rolls his eyes. "Am I that predictable…you were even out here waiting for me."
Cloud just chuckles "Yes and last time you were outside waiting for me so we are even now. Speaking of how was your ride over. I know we are only a mountain apart but we are the only two people out here." Cloud says and Vincent shrugs "It was fine. Now shall we go, I know we can both see perfectly well in the dark but I would like to travel at least some in the daylight." Cloud nods his assent and both take a running leap onto their chocobo's landing with a grace envied by most every one the two mako enhanced beings begin their long journey around the world to call on their old friends who are probably expecting them.
meanwhile
Deep in the north at the very center of the crater where a battle for the planet was once held involving the blond and raven haired men now riding Golden chocobo's into the sunset, a pool of mako energy bubbles up finally reaching the surface after many years of building pressure. And with it come two very unlikely things, the pool works for a while and slowly it spits out the two things blocking a larger flow of the life stream of the planet to the surface. The two things are crystallized in mako. As the snow slowly covers them the moon flashes for just an instant over them.
In one cocoon of crystallized mako lies a tall porcelain skinned silver haired man his eyes closed and a calm look set upon his fine features. His arms are crossed over his chest and they grip a large yet graceful sword. The other shape is stockier; the tan raven haired man's eyes are shut tight, his expression is calm but not nearly as blank as the silver haired man's. One of his arms lies almost languidly by his side and the other is in the center of his chest clenching the hilt of a large sword. The sword is as long as the man is tall and its edge is razor sharp a foot wide the sword looks like something that could cut swaths through enemy lines in seconds.
The moon glints off the metal of both men's swords once more before it is hidden by a cloud and the snow works hard to cover both crystallized men in fluffy white powder.