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Characters: Naminé, Yorda
Content: Naminé teaches Yorda to draw!
Setting: the park
Time: uh.. backdated... a lot...
Warnings: too much adorable for your dental habits

Naminé had brought everything they would need for the drawing session. She was sitting on the grass, coloring one of her newest drawings, having apparently gotten to the park first. In a bag by her side was a spare sketchbook and a lot of different colors and pencils. She wanted this to be good for both of them, wanted a friend of her own that Kairi hadn't shown her first, or Roxas. She wanted to try this "making friends" thing on her own.

But she was nervous anyway. Which was why she was drawing already. She had energy to get out. She was so engrossed in what she was doing that she probably wasn't even paying enough attention to notice when someone walked up.

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It wasn't every day Yorda spent time with someone who wasn't Urd, Mao or the Master. She was usually looking after or being looked after by them, and although she didn't mind it, she was quite curious about the people of the city. Being used to bringing the Master food whenever they met, she'd baked cookies and placed some in a covered basket, being careful to leave some for Mao (who, as it turned out, loved cookies). It was true that Naminé had told her she hadn't needed to bring anything, but habits had a tendency to die hard and it wasn't long before Yorda approached the delicate girl who sat drawing in the grass, her basket in one hand and a thermos of ice cold milk in the other in case they got thirsty.

"Is that drawing?" the princess asked, kneeling in front of Naminé so she could take a closer look.

Naminé started in surprise at the sound of Yorda's voice, instinctively holding her sketchbook a little closer for just a moment. She was just drawing. She wasn't using her "witch powers" for this.

"Yes," she answered, patting the ground beside her so Yorda would sit down. "You just choose something you like and try to make the paper whatever it is. Like this."

Hers was a flower field for the moment, with color and texture. Pulling out the extra sketchbook, she offered it to Yorda. Whatever was in her new friend's bag was to be dealt with however Yorda felt like doing it. It wasn't any of Naminé's business to ask.

Yorda moved closer to Naminé, thankfully having grown to understand the gesture from Urd (who, along with Mao, had been stuck giving several explanations as to what different gestures meant, among other things). She happily accepted the sketchbook and set the basket of cookies and the thermos of milk between them, uncovering the basket so the other girl could see what was inside. She would let Naminé take what she wanted first, but she took out a couple of small plates, cups, and a few so they'd have something to use.

"Thank you," said Yorda, looking at it as though she didn't quite know where to begin.

Having never been invited to something like this before, Naminé wasn't aware that she was welcome to the contents of the basket. She couldn't help looking, though, but turned back to her sketchbook a moment later.

"You're welcome." That was what she was supposed to say, right? "Um... if you're just starting out... think of something you like... maybe a flower or a person. Picture them in your mind and then... draw them. Like this."

Putting her pencil to the paper, Naminé started drawing a shape. It grew into a rose and then blossomed further into a broken scythe. Guess who she was thinking of?

Perhaps Naminé hadn't noticed. Yorda looked over at the other girl and shyly gestured to the basket. "Please take some," she offered, used to Mao's snatching cookies as soon as they were in sight. She scooted closer to the other girl, watching as she drew. She had never seen anything like it before.

For now, she shifted back to her own sketch pad, and looked down at a moment before beginning a rough, unsure sketch of her favorite part of the island she'd come from: a windmill, and the small body of water beneath it, where the birds had liked to gather. The princess still remembered the feel of the sunlight warming her skin and the cool breeze lifting her hair.

It wasn't that she hadn't noticed. Naminé just didn't know what to do with it. She stopped coloring for a moment to look at her new friend in confusion. "For me?" Hesitantly, she reached into the basket and drew out a cookie, taking a slow bite. "It's... really good. Thank you, Yorda."

One of these days, she would get used to people being nice to her.

Once the cookie had been eaten, Naminé went back to drawing, giving Yorda's a glance once she was far enough. "That looks really nice. Is that... a real place?" She wanted to be encouraging to Yorda. Drawing was supposed to make them feel better, not worse. It wasn't about being good at it or not; it was about how they felt while drawing.

It was always nice when people appreciated Yorda's cooking. She smiled at the girl, offering her more. "Please have as many as you want," she told her, pouring milk for them both. She nibbled on a cookie delicately, closing her eyes as she remembered her island. It had been lonely and isolated from the world, but it was so beautiful and peaceful when the shadows or her mother weren't around. She hadn't been able to bring herself to hate it.

The princess glanced over at Naminé as she finished her cookie. "Yes," came the reply. "I came from there."

Naminé took another, vowing she would learn to cook so she could do something like this. It was nice, a good gesture for a friend.

Glancing back at Yorda, she thought of Destiny Islands and how Sora, Riku, and Kairi's lives had been before they'd lost their world, before everything had happened, before Naminé had been created. She tucked a chunk of hair behind her ear and looked back at her sketchbook, wondering what she would draw if she had to draw her "home," the place she came from. She'd been born in the Castle, but... it wasn't home to her.

"It's lovely," she murmured, meaning Yorda's home.

Yorda had never considered the island her home. She had always been nothing more than a tool for her mother; first a pliable tool, and then a vessel. If fate had not brought Ico to her, she would have died as her mother had wished and provided the dark queen with her own body. And if she hadn't been pulled into Paixao, Yorda would surely have died after saving the boy. In truth, the city had become home to her.

"Yes," came the simple reply, the princess focusing on her drawing so as not to lose herself in bittersweet memories.

Naminé could tell when she'd reached a topic someone didn't want to talk about. Yorda was now showing all the signs of needing a topic change - or at least the ones she'd come to realize on her short time being "alive" - so she fell silent for a few moments to figure out what she could say to make it better. What would Kairi say?

Kairi would give her a hug. So, hesitantly, Naminé reached over to wrap an awkward arm around Yorda if she could get that far. She wanted her new friend to know she was trying... trying to be a good friend, like Kairi.

It caught Yorda by surprise when Naminé attempted to embrace her, and the princess shifted closer to the girl in order to wrap both arms around her new friend. Unexpected as it was, Yorda appreciated the gesture, and the sadness she always felt upon remembering the island and what happened there melted away a little more. "THank you," she said quietly before pulling back, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

Of course, nothing seemed able to hold back Yorda's curiosity for long. "Where did you come from?" Naminé looked a bit like the citizens here, but none of them had ever made friendly gestures towards her, save the occasional eccentric.

The idea that Naminé was making a new friend all on her own was completely eclipsed a moment later by the question of where she was from. How was she supposed to answer that?

"I... don't remember," she lied finally, deciding to take the easy route. It was a horrible lie. She did remember, fully able to recall what had happened when she'd first become aware of her existence and how the Organization had used her. That was something she didn't want to talk about, though. She didn't know how Yorda would take the information or who she might tell who would come after Naminé for being what the Organization was.

Being that Yorda was still learning the subtleties of communication, she never realized Naminé was lying. "I am sorry," she told her, laying a gentle hand on the girl's shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. It must be terrible, to not be able to remember such an important thing.

She sipped some of her milk and examined her rough sketches; she could hardly be called an expert in drawing, but at least it wasn't completely unrecognizable, unskilled though she was.

Naminé felt... guilty from the lie to her new friend, but she couldn't bring herself to be honest. Not yet. She didn't know what that would do, how much damage it would bring... and how Xemnas would react when he heard.

"I remember other things," she added on, trying to be as honest as she could be. "I remember a beach, playing with friends... but that's all before I came here."

In other words, she remembered what Sora and Kairi remembered, what she'd destroyed on Marluxia's orders and had to rebuild on DiZ's time schedule. Sora's existence here proved to her that it had worked and that was all she really needed to comfort herself with. Sora was okay and the worlds would be fine.

Yorda had never been to a beach before. She knew what it was, of course, having lived on an island her entire life, but her mother had never allowed her near it. The Queen's reasons had been simple, of course: she had never wanted Yorda to have any hope of escape or rescue. And it had worked; until the horned boy had shown up, Yorda had meekly waited inside her cage.

"I am glad you remember," said the princess. At least it seemed Naminé had good memories.

Naminé couldn't say she was glad she remembered, but she supposed at least this way she could be sure she wouldn't do something like that ever again. Her purpose was to help Sora, not hurt him, and she would allow herself to die before she'd ever do it again.

Which begged the question of why she was keeping quiet like this.

She continued to draw, adding a white hallway to it. If Yorda had ventured to other floors, she'd recognize the hallway as one of those that connected the different floors. Naminé wanted to ask, wanted to admit what she was, but she was scared.

The princess paused in her simple sketching to glance at Naminé's drawing. Sure enough, Yorda knew that place; she had seen it when she'd journeyed with Riku, Mao and Link to Spira. "Have you been to the other floors?" she asked, curious. She wanted to explore more, and she'd been enchanted with Spira, having fallen in love with it, and especially the Macalania Woods, at once. Quite honestly, the Macalania Woods had been the most beautiful place she'd ever seen, and she dearly wished to go there again. Perhaps she could convince Mao to take her, or else she could slip off and go by herself.

And perhaps Naminé, like Yorda, was drawing the places she knew best.

Naminé hesitated, letting her pencil swirl around in her hand for a little bit. She could lie and say that she had - well, lie in the sense that she hadn't been to the floors that were open from the city. She'd been to other floors during her first stay in the castle. So she nodded. "Yes," she answered simply and then turned to face her friend.

"Yorda... do you know what a Nobody is?"

Something, even to the naïve young princess, seemed off somehow. The mood had changed from gentle and friendly to unexpectedly tense, almost as though Naminé was scared if something. But what? "I do not know," Yorda replied, turning her full attention to her new friend and scooting closer in an attempt to comfort her somehow.

"What is a Nobody?"

Naminé bit her lower lip and looked down for a moment. She couldn't ask Yorda not to hate her for what she was, but she had to hope that it wouldn't ruin this friendship. Sora and Kairi didn't care... maybe others wouldn't either.

Taking a deep breath, Naminé looked back up and tried to explain the best she could. "A person has a heart - not a physical one, but something inside, the part that makes them feel emotions. This person is called the Somebody, or Other. When they lose their heart to the darkness - either by a Heartless or something else - they become a Heartless, only capable of wandering around searching for hearts. If their heart was strong enough, they also leave behind a Nobody, the shell of the person they once were. A Nobody... cannot feel emotions. It's not a real person and it was never meant to exist."

She looked down again, at her fingers curling around the pencil she still held on the sketchbook in her lap. "I'm a Nobody."

True to form, Yorda cared not a whit when Naminé revealed what she truly was. And what should it matter? Yorda had befriended a boy with horns, and a demon, and a goddess, and the Master. What did it matter what someone was, as long as they were kind? Even so, it seemed sad, to not be able to feel emotions - and Naminé certainly seemed as though she did, no matter what she was saying. "I do not mind," she said. "I like you."

Yorda laid a hand on the girl's shoulder, watching her face. "I am a shadow," Yorda confided. "My mother made me." Being someone who was composed of light as well as darkness didn't trouble her, but ever since she had come to the city, she had wondered a bit why she wasn't like anyone else she had met.

Naminé looked up hesitantly at Yorda's words. This was just like talking to Kairi, or even Sora, but with the added bonus that Yorda hadn't known what a Nobody was before she'd found out what Naminé was. The blonde wasn't sure if that made it better or worse, but she did know one thing: that Yorda was her friend and that was what mattered.

"Thank you," she murmured, managing a small, grateful smile. It faded as Yorda admitted what she was, though that made no difference to Naminé. "I don't care... You're... you're my friend." It felt strange to say and yet... very right. They were friends.

At Naminé's quiet admittance, Yorda smiled brightly. "I am glad," she told her. She'd never had a friend before. Well, there was Mao, and the Master, and of course Urd, but they had been... different, somehow. Still, it hadn't been as though she'd been alone.

Saying nothing more for the moment, she offered the other girl more cookies and milk, happy to be able to help in any way she could (and if living with Genie and Mao had taught her anything, it was that people liked cookies).

Naminé took another cookie and a little milk, smiling at Yorda. She was very lucky to know so many kind people, people who had hearts and weren't like DiZ. This life... she could almost get used to it.

Struck with sudden inspiration, Naminé turned her paper over and began to draw something else. First one girl and then another, holding hands, standing next to each other... and then a boy, other people.

"Friends," she murmured. "All connected by our hearts. As long as we remember each other, we won't be apart."

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