Wonderings

It was before dawn when this shady character left the abode of VOD.
Casting a dark portal looked her room over one last time before gathering her things, leaving her cloak behind, and adorning her brownish/tan hooded trenchcoat which outlined her slender agile form. The rim of the sleeves at her wrist were wider than the rest of her arms, her boots fited with the comfort of skater shoes, and eyes piercing through the shadow cast by a hood pulled over her face.

Taking a deep breath entered the portal and closed her eyes. The cold feeling was familiar and securing in a twisted way. This was where she felt she belonged, in darkness, though she never really felt whole she figured this was as close as she'd get. No one ever gave her a second look nore treated her differently than her first impression implied-meaning everyone kept their distance, whether in fear or in ignorance everyone just ignored her.

When she re-emerged she found herself in Neverland. Memories of her first meeting with the Keyblade wielders in Twilight Town stayed fresh in her mind and started to play like an old movie.
Sure she didn't really fit the picture, she wasn't a lost girl nor pirate and did stand out in the crowd. She now sat atop a rock in Mermaid lagoon humming her own mistic tune. A few young mermaids now gathered round staring at this strange being with two legs, they knew she wasn't a local and wanted her to 'play' with them.

Taking off her first layer of cloths set them on a branch and dove in with her silver blue tubed belly shirt with a jewl at the nape of the neck and mini shorts. She loved swimming, and dove oblivious to her observers. She was a sight to beheld, a few toddlers commented she must have been a mermaid who'd turned human like that one mermaid Areal. But then others argued that she didn't have a prince charming. Either way she drew the interest of the near by swimmers who didn't dare approach her but found it interesting to watch.

As alert and observant as she was, Cres took advantage to play a few amusing stunts for the younger merfolk. Soon she started playing with the 'kids' making a few of the mermaids quite surprised that this two legged foreigner could be so at home in their waters.

Stealy eyes peeked from under lazy eye lids at the poking of the sun's fingers.
The bird's twitering so loudly it irrated him to sleep any longer and so sat up, hair ruffled in a messy care-free way just stretched until he heard bones clicking here and there. He was shirtless and felt proud. Yagami had grown into a six pack of sorts, without being too buff he couldn't set his arms at his sides, was quite glad at the piece of work he'd manage to put in. He'd lost a few pounds and was at his ideal weight..hang on..what was he going on about?
Weight?

His real name was long forgotten, for with his heart, lingered the key to all his warm loving heart felt memories. Though he could react in manners that would display emotion, he'd never really feel it..not anymore.

Slinging his shirt over his shoulders walked around casually. As he passed a few flowers they wistled making him a little shy thinking there were people about, then again this was Neverland and plants were known to be 'alive' per se.
Looking at the sun's position in the sky figured it was time to clean up and get some breakfast. Making sure to avoid the Lost boy's and aboriginals' traps he made his way to a waterfall and cleaned up there. The fresh crisp water was cold to the touch, but after a long hard journey, it felt good to be clean again. After his cold bath he decided to set up breakfast after drying under the warm sun. Relaxing on some rocks just lay on his stomach and stared into his reflection poking it with a stick.

Vague pieces here and there played across his mind, kind eyes.. a deception of sorts-though no figure was clearly labled with it, and a long lost grudge. Why amidst all his thoughts did he remember this specific one. The grudge he held against himself. As far as he knew someone he cared about-though he didn't remember who was gone forever.
" Ressc? Nawww. Who was Ressc again?
My girlfriend, ah yes i remember.." he found himself tossing in his mind.

Was it she who betrayed me? or was it something else?" the confusion taunted him and he figuerd it was time for breakfast. Sitting on the grass set a picknick cloth and pulled out his rations, seasoned beef jerky, dried fruit, bread, cheese crackers, and some water and packeted flavorings. "Yummy" he stated to himself and began to dig in after a small prayer of thanks.

"110..111..112....120! Wow you can hold your breath long!" chimed a high note of a mer-child.

Chuckling just sat on the boulder Peter Pan usually stood upon when he spoke with the mermaids and just looked down at the group at her knees. Bright eyes stared up at her with nieve curiousity and a friendly outlook.

"Looks like she has a way with the guppies" joked one teen looking on as her little brother attempted to climb up onto the rock to sit beside the outlander.
Her friend giggled and agreed with a nod. "We should ask her to 'play' with us" she added in a giggling whisper. Then again the response put her hopes down, "Remember Peter? This girl might be the new story teller that he brought back"

As the merfolk conversed at a distance Cres now took on the whole picture of who was watching her, though no harm came from it, it was kind of annoying. The voice her her empty tummy made her laugh figuring it was time to eat. "Ill see you all soon!" she called out to her newly found friends. Climbing the bank decided to leave her things in an oak hollow figuring she'd just be back to swim after eating and set out into the forest. She wasn't one to bring a full bag of supplies, but instead of eating her rations this time round she set out to find her breakfast on the field, as fresh as they'd come. Side stepping a few jim trapps and such collected berries honey and other such edibles and sat down under the shade. She'd worked up quite an appetite and figured she needed something salty and set out again.

The cool breeze complimented the warmth of the sun, though by now she'd felt a little too sticky due to the salt left over from her swim and decided to go clean up in a near by waterfall.

Standing under the falling blue blanket of ice cold water she began to humm that melodious tune she always did when she was a kid.

After breakfast he lay back down under the shade and closed his eyes taking deep calm breaths. Soon sleep creped up on him and the faing echo of a familiar tune started playing across his mind. It took him quite a while before he realised that he wasn't dreaming. Bolting up right stayed silent and seemingly zoomed in on the voice. The echoes seemed to be comeing from the water fall. Leaving his stuff snuck up to the waterfall and spied a figure under the falling water. Her hair was dark, and long, her body seemed to glisten under the rays' angles. Xavior didn't realise that the illusion was cast by the jewl on her top, instead he figured she was soem sort of rare mystical being.

He got startled when bright eyes pierced into his and the gasps that rang out seemed almost harmonious. Frozen in his place he didn't know what to do or say, those eyes brought pain into his mind..why? Pain but there was something which cured it as well..this girl seemed to have the cure for his pain!? What luck! Maybe she could do something about the annoying grudge and help him get his heart back!

Hang on a second, he was getting well ahead of himself, for all he knew she was a native of Neverland and was oblivious as to what was going on in the world-erm, worlds. One step forward resulted in one step back from the maiden. "I won't hurt you.." he cooed kindly, his eyes speaking kindness and warmth like it never did before. He frowned when the girl took off to his right, he nearly caught her arm, if not for the slimy water making his grip slipp off, he would've caught her indefinitly. "WAIT!!" he called out as he ran head over heels for the mysterious maiden. He then saw an opening in the brush and then scowled as she dove into the water, disappearing beneath its depths. Not a splash occured, all that was left in her wake were graceful artistic ripples.

"Drats!"