A/N: This could be RikuRoku, but it doesn't have to be. It's sort of leaning towards it though. I don't know;; Well, it was SUPPOSED to be. Then it became not quite... Anyways done rambling.

Typo fixed.

Roxas was already there when Riku arrived, the former dangling his legs over the edge of the clock tower as he worked to fold a sheet of paper, presumably from the large stack sitting to one side of him.

"What's this?" Riku asked, half-curious, half-amused, as he walked to stand slightly behind Roxas. "Never pegged you as the origami type."

Roxas didn't reply, just concentrated on folding the paper. After a moment, he held up his finished product in one hand.

"A paper airplane," Riku observed.

A flick of the wrist and it was released, doing lazy loop-de-loops through the air as it swooped slowly down.

Setting his bag down, Riku sat down next to Roxas, leaving enough space between them so Roxas could set another sheet of paper down beside him and begin folding again.

"Have you been here throwing paper airplanes all morning? Because I'm pretty sure that can be considered littering." When Roxas didn't answer, he sighed, "Planning on ignoring me, then?"

Roxas acknowledged him with a noncommittal hum as he released another airplane, this one gliding gently down without performing any tricks.

Shrugging to himself, Riku looked on in silence as Roxas took another paper from the stack.

"I wish I had wings," Roxas said, breaking the silence at last as he created his third airplane.

"Really? And why's that?"

"I'd like to be able to fly. Because then I could go everywhere," he replied, spreading his arms out to emphasize everywhere.

"You don't need to be able to fly to travel places," Riku pointed out.

"True," Roxas conceded. "But haven't you ever wanted to fly?" He stood up before sending off his next plane and gazed up at the twilit sky.

"Sure," drawled Riku. "When I was three."

Roxas turned to glare at him.

Smirking, Riku shrugged and said, "It's the truth."

"Sometimes I wonder why I even bother to share my thoughts with you," muttered Roxas as he sat down again.

"Because I'm nice," Riku replied lightly.

Roxas looked at him skeptically.

"Have you really been making paper airplanes this whole time?"

"Mmhm."

"How long have you been up here?"

"A while."

"Hmm." Riku pulled two sea-salt ice creams out of his bag and handed one to Roxas.

"Thanks," murmured Roxas, accepting the treat.

Riku nodded in acknowledgment as he took a bite from his own ice cream. After a moment, he said, "You know, there's a world where you can fly."

Roxas stared at him. "No way."

"Way. It's called Neverland."

"Neverland? That doesn't sound like a real place to me," snorted Roxas disbelievingly.

"It's called that because you never age there," Riku said. "And it's real, trust me."

"How can you fly there?"

"A little fairy has to sprinkle magic dust on you."

Roxas blinked at Riku. Then he turned away, scowling. "Oh, yeah, very funny, Riku. Make fun of me some more, why don't you?"

"I'm not lying."

"Sure you aren't. Neverland. Fairies. Of course it's real."

"Only as real as you are, Mr. Nobody."

Roxas glared at him. "I am real."

"Well, that's the idea," said Riku, shrugging.

Roxas finished his ice cream in silence and licked his lips thoughtfully. "I'd...I'd like to go there one day," he said, cautiously, after a moment. He took another paper from his stack.

Riku took a last bite from his ice cream, then grabbed a slip of paper, deftly folding it into an airplane.

No words needed to be exchanged. Without so much as a glance, they simultaneously released the airplanes.

"Sure," agreed Riku easily, watching as the paper planes criss-crossed paths briefly before swooping down to the ground, side-by-side. "We can fly together."