Warnings: Fluff, some angst, possible OOC-ness.

For Nanashi-Angel's Birthday.

"Why are you following me?" No-Name asked, his one visible eye staring blankly at the smiling girl in front of him. She had been tagging along behind him all day, skipping and singing and not bothering to even try to pretend she wasn't blatantly stalking him. Her cheerful grin did not fade under his scrutiny as she tilted her head to the side. And then her hand darted out.

"I'm Luna. What's your name?"

No-Name stepped back, only to realize that she was only offering her hand to shake.

"Why are you following me?"

Blue eyes seemed to sparkle, though the girl's mouth was turned down in a pout, "You're s'posed to tell me your name. That's how it goes." She pulled away her hand, only to extend it again, "I'm Luna. What's your name?"

". . . don't have one." No-Name answered after a moment's thought.

"That's silly. Ev'rybody has a name. Unless. . ." her eyes widened, and she leaned in close, nearly touching noses with him. "Did the wrackspurts steal yours?" she asked in a stage whisper.

No-Name stumbled backwards, not used to having anyone so close. "Wrackspurts?"

"They don't usu'ly steal names, but I imagine they couldn't pass it up. . . Maybe it was a really great name, like Allill or Viltautas." Luna mused to herself, still studying the boy in front of her. He didn't move, his eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out what exactly she was talking about, and if she actually had a reason for doing so.

"Turnip!" No-Name was almost glad for the arrival of the brightly dressed man, as it pulled Luna's attention away from him. "There's no crumple-horned snorkack here. I could have sworn that the rotation of the colony's orbit would attract them. . . . " The man shook his head, "Nevermind, we shall return to Earth. They must have gone into hiding, maybe underground. . ." Muttering to himself, the man began walking away.

No-Name could do little more than blink. He had never seen such an... eccentric... man before. Luna seized the opportunity to dart up close and give him a quick peck on the cheek.

"To keep away the wrackspurts." She explained solemnly before she dashed off, yelling over her shoulder, "I hope you get your name back!"

His hand drifting up to touch his cheek where she had kissed it, No-Name stared at the figure slowly shrinking with distance.

What a strange girl.