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Character(s): Ventus and Yorda
Content: Ventus finds someone alone in the fields, and decides that they need some company.
Setting: The fields outside of the city.
Time: Around noon.
Warnings: Obligatory diabeties warning. Seriously, though, probably nothing.

Maybe it was a little bit ironic that Ven had come out here to be alone. It wasn't that he enjoyed being by himself - far from it - but he needed to get away for a little while. There was a lot of thinking that he had to do, and it was about time that he stopped putting it off.

At least, that's what he was trying to tell himself, while figuring out a good place to stop and eat his lunch. It just wasn't working all that well.

And maybe that's why he didn't mind it when he spotted someone, and realized that he wasn't so alone out here after all.

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Yorda had been watching the sky, as had been her habit ever since the city had crumbled. She'd mostly kept to herself, though she'd helped where and when she could despite the glares. But now that the city was gone, she - and every other outsider who had previously lived in the city - had nowhere to go.

Nowhere to go but onward, that was.. But if they did manage to leave the castle, wouldn't she be sent back to the island to die? The thought of it made her shudder.

Quietly, Ven picks up his lunch again, making his way over to where the girl was. At first, he was almost reluctant to speak up. She was so quiet...yet he felt a bit bad about interrupting. However, his curiosity and his desire to have someone to talk to won out fairly quickly.

"Are you out here by yourself?" He sounded mostly curious, but also a bit concerned. Was something wrong? Or did this person just have a lot on her mind, too?

Startled, Yorda looked up at him, her eyes large and staring. "Yes," she answered after a moment, looking the boy over curiously. She had never seen him before, in the city or not. "Who are you?"

She hugged her knees to her chest, simply staring at Ventus, still unaware that staring was rather rude. Mao and Urd, at least, had never complained about it. Besides, Yorda had grown to like watching people during her time in the city, and even now, that had yet to change.

Thankfully, Ventus had no issue with staring, even if it was a little strange that she was looking at him so intently. That didn't usually happen. Still, it didn't bother him much, and he simply smiled at her.

"I'm Ventus. You can just call me Ven, though." It occured to him that he had never seen this girl around before ever, either. Still, the fact that he didn't know her made him no less inclined to hang around, so long as she didn't mind.

"Do you want some company?" he asked. "I'm out here by myself, too."

"I am Yorda," said the girl, who continued staring. She nodded, not wanting to be alone for the moment, especially considering how nervous she still was about Ansem, though he had yet to call her to him again. "I would like that," she replied, with a small attempt at a smile.

She didn't think she had seen the other before, for all her wanderings - but then, she tended to stay close to people she knew now, ever since her kidnapping. It would not stop Ansem from coming for her again, but she felt safer nonetheless.

Small though it may be, Ven notices, and keeps smiling in return. He sits down, setting up his lunch in front of him, and...well, he didn't really pack lunch for two, but he's sure he's got enough to share. It wouldn't be fair to eat right in front of her unless he offered to share, right?

As he's shuffling through the brown bag, he starts talking automatically, eager to make conversation.

"So, what did you come all the way out here for, anyway? It's pretty empty right now." He just sounds curious...or maybe he's wondering if she's out here for the same, or at least for a similar reason.

Yorda didn't notice the silent offer Ven made, and so she simply listened to him. "I wished to think," she replied, looking back up at the sky as she answered his question. She didn't know what she was going to do, now that Paixao no longer welcomed the outsiders and people were planning on leaving the castle that had, strangely enough, become a home of sorts to her - or as close to a true home as she had ever had, anyway. It made her heart hurt, just thinking about it.

For a moment, Ven didn't say anything, instead just focusing on pulling his sandwich into two, somewhat even halves. Without even realizing it, his smile faded a bit when he again considered the fact that he was out here for basically the same reason.

"I guess we're on the same page, then." he finally said, his expression mostly going back to normal. "I had some thinking that I needed to do, too."

"Are you hungry?" he asked, offering her one of the sandwich halves.

Yorda blinked at Ven for a moment before smiling gratefully and taking the half Ventus offered. "Thank you," she replied, nibbling at it. She was hungry, and food was harder to find since they'd all been kicked out of the city.

"I have been thinking of what I will do when we are gone from this place." She tried not to show how much the thought worried her; there was no need to bring worry to others, after all.

"When we're gone..." He had been thinking about that, too, in a more roundabout way. They had to help everyone and get them back to their worlds - that went without saying. But when he thought about his world, about what he had learned from Saix and Sora, about the bad feeling that had been growing inside of him for a long while now, he wondered...what was going to happen, when he went back to his world? What kind of future was in store for him and his friends?

If there were people from after his own time here, then that future had already been decided. For better or for worse.

He didn't want to think that it would be the latter.

He looked at Yorda, and though she tried to hide her worry, Ven could tell that she wasn't very excited by the idea of going home.

"Do you want to go back to your world?" he asked, honestly wondering.

"No." The answer was immediate, and rather short; Yorda was surprised at how little she wanted to return. In truth, she saw that part of her life as over, and it was not one she wanted to go back to, even if she could. "I wish to stay here, but I no longer think it is wise." A stranger on the message board had made that offer to her, and though she had accepted at the time, she had since come to realize that it wouldn't be a good idea.

But her island was gone, and she had nowhere else to go.

Her answer was so quick that it threw him off, and he was quiet for a moment.

"You're right about that." he said, thinking on the possibility of staying in this world. "Even if it wasn't for the Organization, there's just something really weird about this place." Weird...off, maybe? Either way, it didn't seem like a good place to stay.

"But why don't you want to go home?" Of course Ventus understood wanting to see worlds outside of home, but...not wanting to go back at all? Especially after being trapped in a strange place like this?

"Yes," agreed Yorda, who had been filled with an ominous sense of unease ever since the floors had seemed to begin to bleed into one another. But where else could she go? She didn't want to go back to her world, as she had already told Ven, and she could not stay here. What else could she do?

"If I return to my world," said Yorda, her voice trembling, "I will die."

"What?" He sits up a bit straighter, obviously shocked by the reasoning. Whatever answer he expected Yorda to give, that wasn't it. "That's awful!"

If that's true, then he really can't blame her for not wanting to go back.

The glowing girl merely nodded, her eyes cast down as she avoided Ven's gaze. She did not like to worry anybody, and she didn't want pity, but it never even so much as occurred to her to lie about it. "There must be a way to prevent myself from going back," she told him, "but I have not yet found a way."

"Well, even if there's not...maybe someone can come and help you." Part of Ventus thinks that he should stop and reconsider before he says anything - that he shouldn't make a promise he doesn't know for sure how to keep.

But...no. This is what he's supposed to do. It's his job, as a Keyblade wielder, to help people. So that's what he's going to do.

"My friends and I can travel the worlds and help people. Maybe we can find your world and save you, if you're forced to go back."

That is...if he can make sure that he and his friends stay safe, too.

Yorda looked at Ventus, then, her eyes almost shining with newfound hope. She didn't want to die. Quite in fact, she had never wanted to die, even on the island with its walls of stone and cold steel cages and oily, malevolent shadows. But she had resigned herself to it back then, and she had been dangerously close to giving into that same despair now that she had realized she couldn't stay.

The princess could hardly stop the tremble in her voice as she timidly asked him, "Could you?"

Ventus nodded, trying to show as much confidence as he could. He couldn't lie to her and say that he was absolutely sure, but he had never gotten anywhere before by not believing in himself.

"I don't know how I'll get there, but I'll do my best. I promise."

And even if he couldn't, he hoped from the bottom of his heart that someone, somewhere, would be able to.

At that, Yorda smiled. "I believe you." Even if she was still scared, there was no reason to give up hope just yet. After years of being locked away and not even so much as being allowed to walk freely on her island, she wouldn't just give up and wait to die, as she had the last time. Besides, she still had people she cared about here that she could help. Maybe there were others she could aid, as well.

Either way, Yorda wasn't gone, not yet.

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/lives at last, sob

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