All you guys that wanted a part two of this, here you go! I wrote it a while ago, but never got around to posting it. Maybe I'll even write another one... if it's wanted. ;D Anyway, the pairing is still implied, but I hope you'll like it anyway!

"Favorite Thing" (Pt. 2 of Destinations)
--by Sakura (RikuxSora)

Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.

Her auburn hair was the only thing that flashed before his cerulean orbs. He blinked and tilted his head up slightly, glancing at the figure before him. She was graceful and balletic as always; the view of her perpetually compassionate and utterly harmonious.

It had been a while, since Cloud had stumbled upon Traverse Town and found the one thing - existance, rather - he had been seeking. She was delighted to have seen him again, but his outlook on everything was always so melancholy. She could just see it in his eyes. In a way, she could tell that he wasn't complete.

They were alone that day, him leaning against the dull wall in a downbeat sort of manner, her tending to the flowers she had planted who knows how long ago. While looking at her, his thoughts traveled to his journeys, how far he had gone just to see her again.

"What's your favorite thing?" she asked him innocently, snapping him out of his daze in an instant. He blinked and when his vision came into complete focus and jumped a bit when he realized she was directly in front of him, smiling.

"... I don't know what you mean."

"I simply mean, what is your favorite thing in the world?"

"I don't know," he replied cooly after a thoughtful moment of silence, crossing his arms and looking toward the right of him. Golden strands followed, and he proceeded to stare blankly into the distance, his expression unreadable.

She took a step or so forward, one of her pale arms swinging lightly as she did so. The other was rested easily at the top of the fabric under her neck, her fingers lightly curled. She came to a slow stop when she was only a short distance away from him, her rosy dress seeming perfect as it swayed silently even when she stopped. A tender smile formed upon her face, and it looked pure, as if it hadn't seen any hardship.

"My favorite thing is knowing that everyone I care about is happy," she said softly, tilting her head until she was in his eyesight. Her smile only seemed to grow warmer. "That's a rare and wonderful thing, don't you think?"

He blinked and turned his head, only a bit, to where it was still aimed toward the right of him but he still had a good view of her. He let out a small, inaudible sigh, raising his head to lean against the wall and staring mindfully at the ceiling. "...Yeah."

There wasn't much else to say. She went along with her chores, so to speak, tidying up everything and anything that she saw unorganized. He merely stood idly the way he had been, studying the gracious way she moved about. There were hardly any other words shared between them until the sound of people approaching the door echoed through the room.

"Oh! I think they're home!" she smiled brightly and rushed toward the door, motioning for him to follow. He pushed himself off of the wall, clothes brushing against it as he accompanied her at the entrance. No words came out of his dry lips as they entered, and as soon as she was preoccupied by the man in leather and woman with short brunette hair, he returned to his quiet - or as quiet as it could get, considering the three other people in the room - isolation.

Even with everything that had happened in the past, the agonizing pain he had went through to find her, opening up was still as difficult as it had ever been. The words just weren't enough to describe his internal feelings. And as he looked over to see her beaming expression, a part of him yearned to approach her and tell her that his favorite thing in the world was seeing her smile.