Hi! This is my first FanFiction.

This is a little strange, but gets good. Please give it a go!

AU: The REAL Cloud and Cid are roommates in Tokyo, Japan . Will they have the chance to fulfill their personal destines and become the men they're meant to be? And what does cosplay have to do with any of it? CLOUDXZACK CLOUDXSEPH

Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy or any of it's characters. Square Enix (SquareSoft) does.

PG-13 for language.


"I have this audition thing to go to tomorrow," the tall, gruff man said to his roommate. He grinned wide, the smile spreading over his whole face. "Well, I guess you could call it that."

His roommate nodded, staring blankly out the grimy window of their Tokyo flat. They could see the Ameyoko Market from above. The busy street was full of bright colors and loud sounds. He stood and ran a hand through his feather soft bangs. The pale blonde color stood out in Japan, making him exotic, strange, and foreign.

"What is it?" his voice was quiet.

"Your gonna laugh" The first man huffed, clambering down on the worn carpet.

"Just tell me already," the blonde demanded. His azure eyes flashed as his interest peaked.

"Ever heard of Square Enix?" the other returned.

"The company? Yeah…I mean, I used to play their games all the time. They made Final Fantasy."

"I know," the first laughed. He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and lit up. He tapped his boot on the ground and his blue-grey eyes sparkled, "Practically grew up on the shit. But…well turns out they're holding some kinda competition…for a prize, I guess. All you have to do is cosplay their characters. It's for FFVII, I mean."

The blonde stared vacantly at his friend for a moment. Before he could prevent it he was laughing uncontrollably. He couldn't help it. He couldn't stop or stifle the sound.

"Alright already. I get it, you can stop now. It sounds stupid, I know" his roommate snapped, standing up again.

The blonde finally forced himself to hold in his laughter, hurting his sides. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "I suppose you'd go as Cid Highwind then?"

"Everyone says I look like him. I get that one all the time" the other exclaimed, his arms up in the air.

"What's the prize then?"

"I don't know."

"Why are you going?"

"It sounds fun…I love those things."

"You're an idiot."

"Go as Cloud, you're the living version of him."

"I'm American."

"You live here now. And besides the character's blonde and so are you. He's quiet and brooding and shit and I can't think of any other way to describe you."

"Thanks," the blonde mumbled.

"Come on it'll be great. It's over in Ebisu."


The other nodded excitedly, "Yup and if we're lucky we'll be going home to Shinjuku."

The blonde raised an eyebrow and shook his head. He wasn't often found in Japan's red-light district.

"What'dya say? I don't wanna go alone, that's lame. Are ya gonna come?"


His friend grinned, "Great just call me Cid from now on pard'ner. You're Spike."

"Do we have to?"

Cid nodded, "Definitely. To keep true to our characters."


*Squeels and runs off*

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