05-28-2015, 03:05 PM
For a second, the group mulled over Harry’s question—watch in pairs or alone? Letting someone go alone would allow the other three to rest, and hopefully that meant the majority of the team would be reinvigorated if someone happened to stumble upon them again, like the black-haired man had happened upon Mickey and Erza. But then again, they had just met the other group, so Mickey had to wonder if he and his crimson-haired partner should be putting their lives solely in Dresden’s hands this soon.
“I’ll watch with ya,” Mickey offered, getting up. Harry nodded, a tiny smile cracking on his serious-looking face.
“Sure, what the hell,” he shrugged, “I’ll feel a little safer with Mickey Mouse watching my back, that’s for sure.” He headed out to the other side of the clearing, while Erza and Samus resumed their rest.
For the most part, Harry and Mickey’s watch went rather peacefully. Mickey had charged up his gauntlet, just in case, and Harry kept his big gun at the ready. Though they had both been wide awake for almost eighteen hours now, they knew that they had to keep themselves ready for anything. At any moment, one of the competition’s more violent hunters could end up right in the middle of their little quartet, and if Samus or Erza got hurt on their watch, the boys would never forgive themselves.
Of course… Mickey already didn’t know if he could forgive himself for entering this game in the first place. He had hashed this argument out with himself over and over again, but after that red-suited man had been brutally murdered by the green guy, he had started to rethink everything he had been doing up until that point. Why, he wondered, had he even agreed to support this gosh-awful contest in the first place? It thrived on broadcasting bloody, bloody violence to hundreds of thousands of people throughout this Omniverse, and he had entered it for the sake of saving one measly little village.
Did that make him noble? Trading the lives of forty-five other competitors so that the citizens of Bree could build a wall? And even if he hadn’t murdered anyone yet himself, four names had still been called out by Karl Jak just a few short hours ago. Four peoples’ lives this island had already claimed, and if he were being honest, he and Erza probably could have saved at least one of them.
For now, then, he would be content protecting his teammates. That was the least he could do, for the moment. And that, he supposed, started with trusting them. He looked up at the tall, rugged-looking man sharing the watch with him, and let out an almost inaudible sigh. Harry heard him, though, and his eyes shifted away from watching the forest down to his miniature companion. “Something on your mind, little buddy?” The mouse shifted his weight a little bit, taking a couple of steps away from Harry.
“Nah,” he lied a little bit, shooting a smile up at the man. “Just…” He trailed off, and then it dawned on him that he actually did have something he wanted to ask his new companion. “…how is it, exactly, that you know of me?” The King had encountered far too many people in this new home of his that recognized him for this to be some sort of coincidence.
In fact, it was kind of starting to worry him.
“Uh,” Harry started, lowering his gun for a second. Mickey knew that it had to be tough, carrying around such a gargantuan death machine like that. “Well, I mean… I saw you. On TV.”
Mickey’s eyes grew just a bit wider. “…excuse me?”
“Yeah, tons of times when I was a kid,” the man continued, “you were, like… on a boat, in one of them, and then there was this really cool one where you made a bunch of brooms come to life—”
“Alright, stop, this is getting really creepy,” the mouse waved the discussion away. He wished he had never asked. How, in the gosh-darn world, did Harry know about all of these things that had happened to him? Did he know about Minnie? What about Donald, Goofy, Pluto, or Daisy? How many other people knew? The mouse furrowed his brow and turned away from Harry, who, in the absence of any more polite conversation with the mouse, had begun to whistle. Mickey’s ears perked up at the tune, and after a minute, Harry started to lightly hum some of the words instead of just whistling the tune.
“Plenty of sunshine, headin’ my way…”
Mickey spun around. “How do you know our national anthem?!”
“I’ll watch with ya,” Mickey offered, getting up. Harry nodded, a tiny smile cracking on his serious-looking face.
“Sure, what the hell,” he shrugged, “I’ll feel a little safer with Mickey Mouse watching my back, that’s for sure.” He headed out to the other side of the clearing, while Erza and Samus resumed their rest.
* * *
For the most part, Harry and Mickey’s watch went rather peacefully. Mickey had charged up his gauntlet, just in case, and Harry kept his big gun at the ready. Though they had both been wide awake for almost eighteen hours now, they knew that they had to keep themselves ready for anything. At any moment, one of the competition’s more violent hunters could end up right in the middle of their little quartet, and if Samus or Erza got hurt on their watch, the boys would never forgive themselves.
Of course… Mickey already didn’t know if he could forgive himself for entering this game in the first place. He had hashed this argument out with himself over and over again, but after that red-suited man had been brutally murdered by the green guy, he had started to rethink everything he had been doing up until that point. Why, he wondered, had he even agreed to support this gosh-awful contest in the first place? It thrived on broadcasting bloody, bloody violence to hundreds of thousands of people throughout this Omniverse, and he had entered it for the sake of saving one measly little village.
Did that make him noble? Trading the lives of forty-five other competitors so that the citizens of Bree could build a wall? And even if he hadn’t murdered anyone yet himself, four names had still been called out by Karl Jak just a few short hours ago. Four peoples’ lives this island had already claimed, and if he were being honest, he and Erza probably could have saved at least one of them.
For now, then, he would be content protecting his teammates. That was the least he could do, for the moment. And that, he supposed, started with trusting them. He looked up at the tall, rugged-looking man sharing the watch with him, and let out an almost inaudible sigh. Harry heard him, though, and his eyes shifted away from watching the forest down to his miniature companion. “Something on your mind, little buddy?” The mouse shifted his weight a little bit, taking a couple of steps away from Harry.
“Nah,” he lied a little bit, shooting a smile up at the man. “Just…” He trailed off, and then it dawned on him that he actually did have something he wanted to ask his new companion. “…how is it, exactly, that you know of me?” The King had encountered far too many people in this new home of his that recognized him for this to be some sort of coincidence.
In fact, it was kind of starting to worry him.
“Uh,” Harry started, lowering his gun for a second. Mickey knew that it had to be tough, carrying around such a gargantuan death machine like that. “Well, I mean… I saw you. On TV.”
Mickey’s eyes grew just a bit wider. “…excuse me?”
“Yeah, tons of times when I was a kid,” the man continued, “you were, like… on a boat, in one of them, and then there was this really cool one where you made a bunch of brooms come to life—”
“Alright, stop, this is getting really creepy,” the mouse waved the discussion away. He wished he had never asked. How, in the gosh-darn world, did Harry know about all of these things that had happened to him? Did he know about Minnie? What about Donald, Goofy, Pluto, or Daisy? How many other people knew? The mouse furrowed his brow and turned away from Harry, who, in the absence of any more polite conversation with the mouse, had begun to whistle. Mickey’s ears perked up at the tune, and after a minute, Harry started to lightly hum some of the words instead of just whistling the tune.
“Plenty of sunshine, headin’ my way…”
Mickey spun around. “How do you know our national anthem?!”
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