King Mickey

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A blink as he stared up to peer at the flowers poking out into his vision. Just another beat before he started to smile.

“You think I don’t know that?” Ansem asks his old friend. Why did the other think he was doing what he was doing now.

“Do you want to know what makes that ironic though my dear King?” Ansem peeks down at the other. “It was children that brought back my world from darkness, not just once, but twice. And that’s just the two I know about. There could have been other times.” He looks ahead.

“That doesn’t make it any more fair or any more right.”

His tone was morose as Mickey’s gaze dropped down to stare rather intently at his feet. Here they both were, a master and a man with more knowledge than anyone else over Hearts and the Worlds, and yet they both were helpless when it came to stopping the ever-looming threats that Xehanort kept on piling up.

But having to rely on children...

“Whatever you’re plannin’ this time Maleficent, we’ll stop you. We’ve done it every time so far.”

“Better timing would’ve had me comin’ here before you were in this shape.”

Dispatching of the Heartless had been easy enough for the King to do; Kairi had already done most of the leg work and he had simply swooped in to clean up the stragglers that had been starting to overwhelm her.

With a quick glance around to confirm there were no more immediate threats, Mickey stepped closer to Kairi before stretching one hand out, upward and towards her. Green and gold light gently washed over her as the cure spell mended minor wounds (and helped at least partially clear up her swimming vision).

She had saved him, once. From this same place even. A world of never ending darkness filled with horrors and monsters designed to wear away at the mind and body and erode away at the convictions left in the Heart. The Realm of Darkness.

She had save him, and he would save her.

Mickey risked a glance back as pure Light flowed from his keyblade, wrapping around her like vines before vanished. Cure, or a version of it. Enough to help take off the edge of exhaustion and help her to stand and run, this wasn’t her fight, not anymore-

‘I knew you’d make it.’

Five simple words that held so much weight behind them. Had Riku really held that much hope and faith in him, even after all this time? Three weeks was a long time to be trapped in the confines of the worst-- being imaginable- 

They had tried, he had tried, to get here as soon as possible. To storm Xehanort’s stronghold and rip the young man back from his grasp. Such a response was clearly expected though, and it had taken them this long to manage to break through. Even now Mickey knew that Kairi and Sora were being pushed to their limits to keep the darkness back while his task was to get Riku and leave.

Even though he so badly wanted to find Xehanort and make him pay for what he had done but- doing that would just put Riku at more risk.

Worry stabbed at his Heart when the other collapsed, but it just took a moment to confirm that he was still breathing. “Riku...”

His body was hefted up under one arm almost effortlessly by Lea, whose simple response then was a small nod towards the King. “We have to get out of here before they return.” There was a tense edge in his tone that belied the emotions that roiled beneath the surface - he equally wanted to get back at Xehanort, but both of them knew that this was neither the place nor the time.

Runa couldn’t help but smile back at the mouse, nervously scratching the side of her cheek. Oh yeah, even being raised apart, the two still managed to have the same quirks. “Y-Yup! That’s me alright!” She responded.

“It’s great to finally meet you as well, Your Majesty!” She greeted, holding out her hand out to him. “I’ve heard a lot about you as well, but I’m a bit surprised that you heard stuff about me.. hehe,” She admitted rather sheepishly. That was definitely not what she expected to hear.

“Well of course I’ve heard about you! Ya really think that Sora wouldn’t bring you up?” Even if they had grown up apart, they still were twins and still close with a Heart bond that could never be truly broken.

Perhaps that was why they both could wield the same keyblade? If it truly was the same keyblade. It wasn’t truly possible for it to appear in two places at once - and that was why Roxas and Xion had unknowingly entered a struggle between themselves over who could wield it. Ah-- but that was... that wasn’t a memory that he enjoyed dwelling on.

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He had been suspecting something was wrong for a bit now, but seeing the way Ansem (no, DiZ, he wanted to be called DiZ right now) was growing sluggish confirmed that yes, he was sick.

Considering their height differences, there was only so much that Mickey could do when it came to making someone take a break and get rest. Despite that, he stood firmly in front of DiZ’s computer station in the basement of the manor and frowned, arms crossed over his chest.

Sure, Roxas may have been able to take care of the encroaching Heartless, but that didn’t mean that a little help wasn’t appreciated. Fighting with a friend was always better than fighting on your own.

Kingdom Key D flashed as he struck at one of the neo shadows that had gotten too close before turning back to Roxas. “We could fight ‘em, but it might be better if we got out of here and fast!”

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He was in over his head in the Realm of Darkness, but he couldn’t allow himself to slip. It wasn’t just his life on the line - but Riku’s now as well. He had promised the youth that he would protect him and get him through this and he wouldn’t fail him-

                                                  Mickey refused.

The Kingdom Key, this realm’s Kingdom Key, weighed heavily in his hand as he stared at the Heartless slowly creeping around him. The only consolation was that he had sent Riku off ahead and maybe, just maybe, he had slipped away already and would be free.

“Don’t touch him!”

The shouted words were followed by a flash of a keyblade, cutting through the shadows that had encircled him. Mickey’s head jerked up as he caught sight of a flash of familiar blue as a woman jumped down to stand by him.

                                   “I guess you're right, pals.                         We friends need to stick together.”

                                      King Mickey - Your Majesty