This is just a random one-shot that has been sitting in my file for a while. I thought I might as well upload it.
As far as I can remember, the word prompt is ' Wanderlust', that I discovered through my regular nerdy word-of-the-day updates from .
In this, Roxas and Namine are in their early twenties. :)

Wanderlust.

There was nothing outside the window. Or, at least, nothing interesting to him. Shifting slightly, Roxas settled back into his seat.

Something snapped softly. "Could I sit here?"

A girl – blonde haired, blue eyed; he noted – stood in the aisle, camera in hand, looking at him expectantly. The red ribbon tied in her hair shined delicately.

He blinked. When he'd bought his ticket, this was something he hadn't been expecting. Leaning over, he picked his bag off the seat and dropped it near his feet. "Sure."

A smile, small and pretty, lit up her face. "Thank you!" And, within moments - snap.

Roxas frowned and turned away as she sat lightly in the train seat, her small shoulder bag falling softly at her feet. Again, outside the window, there was nothing of interest – except perhaps the sun, shining dimly as it sank into the horizon.

He yawned, stepping out onto the platform. A few people lingered around him, many having left as quickly as possible. The lights glowed softly.

By the time the train had stopped, the girl beside him – he didn't catch her name – had already left. The only sign that she wasn't just a figment of imagination was the ribbon, a deep satin red, that'd been in her hair, curled lightly on her seat.

He'd picked it up absently. If he saw her, he'd return it. If not, perhaps it'd be a lovely souvenir for his sister.

"Roxas Lock."

He looked up from his phone. The Radiant Garden customs officer was unimpressed – impatient.

"Yes?"

The man flipped the small book closed, handing it back over the counter. "Stamped and ready," And, after a moment, "Have fun."

"Er," Roxas tucked the passport back into his pocket quietly. "I will." But the man had already moved, attending to the next person.

Ignored, he headed out towards the entrance. A taxi to the hotel, a box of pizza, a good night's sleep – that's all he needed. In front of him, escalators rolled- a dull mechanic hum in the quiet of the station. And then, just before him, orbs of blue, a swirl of blonde and a camera, disappearing down the stairs in front of him.

Roxas started forward, footsteps quick and precise, after her. The ribbon on his bag, he took it in his hand and pulled, twirling it between his fingers.

Despite the movement, he stepped quickly down the escalator. She wasn't far off. Hair swaying lightly - restricted by the thick camera strap around her neck – she walked towards the glass doors, towards the exit.

He jogged across the foyer, his bag clicking behind him, the ribbon in his hand driving him forward. Roxas caught her standing just outside the door, the toes of her flats touching the very edge of the road.

"Excuse me," He puffed lightly, standing beside her and studying her face as she turned to look at him.

She was strikingly pretty. Hair soft and light, eyes deep and soulful, she looked like how he'd imagine an angel from a story. The small barrette in her hair - a purple snail – looked dim in the streetlight. Recognition shone in her eyes. Without a word, she raised the camera. Snap.

Blinking, he offered her the ribbon. "I think you left this on the train."

She smiled. "I did."

"...Here," He held it out to her as a silver car pulled up to the curb - a taxi. She took the handle and quietly opened the door. After a look at the ribbon and a silent glance back to meet his eyes, she got in the car.

"Thank you."

Confused, he tilted his head. "But you didn't take it."

"I know." Snap. She lowered the camera. "Find me."

The ribbon felt soft in his hand. "But-"

She smiled and shut the door. The car silently pulled away from the curb.

He didn't need this. He certainly didn't want this. But he couldn't bring himself to throw it into the wind.

Leaning on the balustrade of the balcony, he could see nothing of interest below him. In one hand, the ribbon still sat. It looked alone, but not sad.

She had told him to look for her. But, Roxas didn't know if he wanted that. He'd come for a rest – for relaxation. It was going to be hard to find a girl he didn't know in a city he wasn't familiar with.

Bending, he rested his forehead on the cold metal of the railing and came to a conclusion.

If he saw her again, he'd settle this. If he didn't, tough luck.

Coffee in hand, he strolled across the square - ribbon his pocket, just in case. The first day had been completely uneventful. Books stores had been empty, coffee shops dank. Sighing, he had full intention of returning to the hotel.

"Hey!"

He stopped and turned. Across the pavement, beside the fountain, someone waved at him. Roxas squinted at them, starting forward. They met him in the middle, looking somewhat flustered. If there had been any sign of excitement on his face, he would've denied it.

Blonde hair pinned back, blue eyes incredulous, she stood before him, camera in hands.

"What?" He took a sip, eyebrow raised. She was different.

"I-I...you can't just walk through someone's shot, you know."

Both eyebrows high, Roxas smiled at her, "Really."

"..." She blinked, at loss for words. "A-Ah, well... are you going to apologise?"

"Do you want your ribbon back?"

"...why?"

"Well, you did ask me to find you."

"I know I did." She looked flustered as she raised her camera. Snap.

And suddenly, for some reason, Roxas wanted to know more. She was a curiosity. The pictures, the open endings – it was frustrating.

Digging out his wallet, he twirled the ribbon around his finger. "Here." It shimmered as he offered it to her.

Blue eyes defiant, she ignored it. "What's your favourite food?"

It was random, but he answered anyway, "Pasta."

"Try again,"

"...Rice?"

She smiled. He got the hint, even if there hadn't been one.

"Do you want to have dinner somewhere?"

Naminé - that's who she was. He'd found it out over dinner.

They'd both come from Twilight town. He'd just started his holiday, she was ending hers here.

After dinner, he'd taken her for ice cream and she'd taken several photos.

During dessert, conversation had drifted aimlessly. They spoke about nothing in particular, but he didn't mind.

She was quirky, absent minded and mysterious. But she was lovely. Despite being quiet, he had to commend her for her bravery in trusting a stranger to find her. It was as if that had all been a test up until now.

Outside the elevator – he had walked her to the hotel, just to be sure she was safe – she had smiled at him and taken another photo. This time, of them both together.

"Thank you for tonight." She'd said, like it was a date.

He didn't mind, "You're welcome."

"Let's meet again, Roxas."

"I'm fine with that."

He smiled. She returned it and stepped forwards. On her tiptoes, she'd kissed him gently on the cheek before retreating into the lift. The doors closed before he could say anything.

The ribbon still sat in his wallet. He'd give it to her next time.

He didn't see her for a few days, but it didn't mean that she'd left his mind.

Absently he would think of her- her blue eyes, deep and intriguing. The way her smile seemed to say a thousand things at once. And her photos, which she hadn't let him see.

Roxas sighed, lying on the bed in his suite and staring at the ceiling. He fiddled subconsciously with the ribbon in his hands, not knowing why or how he could miss her.

On his way back to the hotel, it had started raining. Umbrella by his side as he sat in the taxi, Roxas stared out the window, through the water drops, at the lights outside. The book on his lap, folded in a plastic bag, he'd found by chance in that same empty bookstore. It was one of his favourites.

Someone was ahead of him, walking hunched in the rain. He jerked abruptly.

Blonde hair drenched, camera bag huddled protectively in her arms; Naminé ignored the car as it passed.

"Stop here, please."

The cab driver looked at him like he was mad. Paying no attention to the look, he pulled a few notes from his wallet and handed it to the man. The ribbon still sat nestled in the pockets.

Collecting his things quickly, he opened the door, stepping into the rain. His umbrella was up in moments as he jogged down the sidewalk.

Before him, Naminé had stopped moving, watching him with wide eyes. Smiling, he stood beside her, protecting them both from the rain.

"...Where did you come from?" She sounded baffled, yet relieved.

"No where special," He replied, offering her the handle of the umbrella. She took it wordlessly.

Studying her face, he shrugged his jacket off, shivering at the cold. Before she could say anything, he'd draped it around her shoulders and taken the handle back. Judging by her expression, she had no words for him.

Roxas chuckled lightly, following her with the umbrella as she began walking silently.

Walking beside her was comforting. For reasons he didn't know, Roxas had been missing her.

They spoke quietly, like before, the whole way - about everything and nothing at all.

When she laughed he felt himself smile. The way she spoke about photograph and art answered unspoken questions, yet created more.

It didn't matter. Halfway there he decided that all of this wasn't just chance. Maybe it was his books talking or maybe it was just him.

He liked her. That was that.

"Hey, Naminé..."

They'd stopped in front of her hotel, before the entrance. She was wearing his jacket. He still had her ribbon.

"...Yes?"

He hesitated. There were so many things he wanted to do, things he wanted to say. But he couldn't. He changed his thought. "When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow," She looked somewhat sad.

"Huh..."

The corner of her mouth pulled into a small smile. "We'll still see each other though, right?"

"I'd like that."

They stood together for a few moments, rain filling the silence between them.

"Hey, Roxas...?"

"Yes?"

Stepping forward, discarding everything, she softly pressed her lips to his.

Once again, he had to admire her bravery.

When he went to see her the next morning, she was gone.

She'd already left for the train, according to the concierge.

He'd asked if she'd left anything – a message or something – for him. The man wordlessly handed a black pad over the counter, along with the jacket he had leant her the night before.

Pictures of him filled the pages, sketches along the side. She truly was an artist.

His holiday wasn't over yet. Hers was ending within a day.

It would have seemed creepy, all these photos of him filling all these pages, if not for the neat swirls of red marker adorning the last page. He didn't care what anyone could possibly think about this.

He knew what he had to do, what she wanted him to do.

He was going to be brave.

Book in hand, looking ruffled from the wind, Roxas made it to the platform as the train pulled away.

His heart sank. The book felt heavy and sad in his hands as he just stood, watching as the train disappeared into the distance, along with his hope. The chance of them ever meeting again was slim, yet not final.

They lived in the same town. He'd find her eventually if she didn't find him first.

It was a long shot he was willing to take - for her.

He felt cold and miserable as he walked back into the hotel reception. The weather seemed to reflect his mood – rainy and depressing. It was stupid to be this down over something so small – a meeting so brief – but he couldn't help it.

The elevator was empty, as was the hall on the way to his room. It didn't provide any comfort at all.

Roxas' heart stopped when he neared his room.

The person sitting against his door hadn't been there when he'd left an hour or so ago.

And it certainly hadn't been Naminé.

Their eyes met and he ran as she pulled herself up from the floor. Instead of embracing her or kissing her, like his heart wanted, he stopped close to her and breathed heavily – shocked, relieved and genuinely happy.

"What are you doing here?"

"Nothing special." A small smile on her lips, another, identical red ribbon in her hair, she lifted her camera. "But - found you." Snap.

That was enough of an explanation for Roxas. He stepped forward and pulled her into his arms, his lips to hers.

Woo! Another one-shot to add to my teeny tiny little collection.

Ehehe, hoped you liked it! :)