07-14-2015, 09:05 PM
The Italian chef’s voice rang in their reunion perfectly. His song—an old tune of his own country, “Bella Notte”—spoke of a beautiful romantic night. Sure, the Nexus had no concept of time, but Mickey felt, with their fingers entwined together on the checkered tablecloth, like they were spending a beautiful night together. For the first time in a long, long time.
“It’s been too long,” Mickey sighed, staring at his wife’s gloved hand. Minnie giggled a bit.
“Indeed it has, handsome,” she replied, nodding. The mouse wondered what her time in captivity had been like, but he dared not ask. He did not want to hash out all the details of Dante’s Abyss with her—at least not at this point—so he saw no reason to dig into everything that had gone on while she had been a prisoner of Organization XIII. Certainly, it had been pretty terrible, right? Of course, he knew no one more resilient than his lady love, so perhaps upon being asked she would just shrug it off. She was not an inexperienced damsel in distress, to be sure, so perhaps it had been easier on her.
No, that was stupid. Of course it must have been hard. Stuck in the clutches of an evil enemy, wondering when or if he was going to save her; at least when she had been kidnapped in the past, she had known that Mickey would be on his way soon. Here, even if she had known that he, too, existed in the Omniverse, she must have realized he had no idea that she was here. How was he supposed to find her without that knowledge? As it stood, they had been reunited by pure luck, and nothing more.
Or had it been arranged? Thrall. The mouse thought back to his encounter with the wise old orc shaman. “I shall help you find what you seek,” he had said, “Beginning with this.” That part was important—beginning with the yellow light, beginning with Kingdom Hearts. More, obviously, had been on its way, and perhaps Thrall knew that the same people who held the secret to his mysterious new powers also had Minnie in their clutches?
The mouse smiled at the thought, that he had been meant to rescue his wife the whole time. His eyes flitted up from her hand to gaze once more on her beautiful face. The empty spaghetti bowl sat between them, untouched for several minutes. Mickey took his other hand and waved it over the bowl, reabsorbing the omnilium into him. Slowly, he broke down the tablecloth and the table itself into its raw form and reabsorbed the stuff for later use. He let go of Minnie’s hand, and she cast the same gesture over the secondary that continued to hum in absence of anymore words. Slowly, he dissipated into nothing, the omnilium dancing back into his wife’s fingertips.
Mickey felt a buzzing in his pocket, accompanied by an unfamiliar beep. His face grew puzzled, and he dug around, pulling out his Dataverse Device and opening it up. “Someone… responded,” he smiled, showing Minnie the reply to her distress call. Mickey examined it again. “Princess Guu,” he said aloud, trying his best to place a name with a face, when suddenly, it dawned on him. The girl who had asked him for his autograph, way back in the barracks. “Oh! Yes, I did meet her,” Mickey nodded.
“Do you trust her?” Minnie asked, concern evident in her voice.
“I trust few people in this Omniverse,” Mickey replied. It was true: the only faces that came to mind were Erza’s, Samus’s, Harry’s, and Luffy’s. He supposed Pepsiman, too, could be counted among those ranks, but the mascot was almost too much of a wild card. “But I don’t think we’ve got much choice, dear,” he conceded after a moment’s pause.
“Yeah,” she shrugged, “And I suppose staying with a Princess sounds right up my alley.” She mustered up a smile. The Queen, he knew, was not used to being on the run.
Nevertheless, she was determined to prove that she could handle it. Minnie stood, waving her hand over the chair she sat in and absorbing its omnilium before gesturing for Mickey to do the same. He obliged, and soon no trace of their little dinner date remained on the floor of the Nexus.
“Well, let’s get moving,” she smiled, and Mickey started to walk off toward the greenest gate in the distance. After a few steps, he became distinctly aware that no one was holding his hand, and so he turned around to see his wife tapping her foot impatiently.
“…what?” he asked.
“I’m tired of walking,” she whined, tilting her head matter-of-factly.
Mickey sighed. They would go the rest of the way on the back of a lion.
“It’s been too long,” Mickey sighed, staring at his wife’s gloved hand. Minnie giggled a bit.
“Indeed it has, handsome,” she replied, nodding. The mouse wondered what her time in captivity had been like, but he dared not ask. He did not want to hash out all the details of Dante’s Abyss with her—at least not at this point—so he saw no reason to dig into everything that had gone on while she had been a prisoner of Organization XIII. Certainly, it had been pretty terrible, right? Of course, he knew no one more resilient than his lady love, so perhaps upon being asked she would just shrug it off. She was not an inexperienced damsel in distress, to be sure, so perhaps it had been easier on her.
No, that was stupid. Of course it must have been hard. Stuck in the clutches of an evil enemy, wondering when or if he was going to save her; at least when she had been kidnapped in the past, she had known that Mickey would be on his way soon. Here, even if she had known that he, too, existed in the Omniverse, she must have realized he had no idea that she was here. How was he supposed to find her without that knowledge? As it stood, they had been reunited by pure luck, and nothing more.
Or had it been arranged? Thrall. The mouse thought back to his encounter with the wise old orc shaman. “I shall help you find what you seek,” he had said, “Beginning with this.” That part was important—beginning with the yellow light, beginning with Kingdom Hearts. More, obviously, had been on its way, and perhaps Thrall knew that the same people who held the secret to his mysterious new powers also had Minnie in their clutches?
The mouse smiled at the thought, that he had been meant to rescue his wife the whole time. His eyes flitted up from her hand to gaze once more on her beautiful face. The empty spaghetti bowl sat between them, untouched for several minutes. Mickey took his other hand and waved it over the bowl, reabsorbing the omnilium into him. Slowly, he broke down the tablecloth and the table itself into its raw form and reabsorbed the stuff for later use. He let go of Minnie’s hand, and she cast the same gesture over the secondary that continued to hum in absence of anymore words. Slowly, he dissipated into nothing, the omnilium dancing back into his wife’s fingertips.
Mickey felt a buzzing in his pocket, accompanied by an unfamiliar beep. His face grew puzzled, and he dug around, pulling out his Dataverse Device and opening it up. “Someone… responded,” he smiled, showing Minnie the reply to her distress call. Mickey examined it again. “Princess Guu,” he said aloud, trying his best to place a name with a face, when suddenly, it dawned on him. The girl who had asked him for his autograph, way back in the barracks. “Oh! Yes, I did meet her,” Mickey nodded.
“Do you trust her?” Minnie asked, concern evident in her voice.
“I trust few people in this Omniverse,” Mickey replied. It was true: the only faces that came to mind were Erza’s, Samus’s, Harry’s, and Luffy’s. He supposed Pepsiman, too, could be counted among those ranks, but the mascot was almost too much of a wild card. “But I don’t think we’ve got much choice, dear,” he conceded after a moment’s pause.
“Yeah,” she shrugged, “And I suppose staying with a Princess sounds right up my alley.” She mustered up a smile. The Queen, he knew, was not used to being on the run.
Nevertheless, she was determined to prove that she could handle it. Minnie stood, waving her hand over the chair she sat in and absorbing its omnilium before gesturing for Mickey to do the same. He obliged, and soon no trace of their little dinner date remained on the floor of the Nexus.
“Well, let’s get moving,” she smiled, and Mickey started to walk off toward the greenest gate in the distance. After a few steps, he became distinctly aware that no one was holding his hand, and so he turned around to see his wife tapping her foot impatiently.
“…what?” he asked.
“I’m tired of walking,” she whined, tilting her head matter-of-factly.
Mickey sighed. They would go the rest of the way on the back of a lion.
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