Note: This is a series of five short ficlets on the topic of Walt Disney's death to the Fab Five, but Kingdom Hearts-verse.
I of V. Mickey Mouse
Mickey was born from the mind of Walt Disney, and in time they began a great friendship. When Walt and Mickey first began, all they had was a dream – and empty pockets. But Walt believed in his dreams, believed that all he needed was courage to pursue them. Mickey believed the same, and from them came a work of love early on – Disneyland, a place Walt and Mickey had built together. It was their signature, a collaboration of dreams, and hope, faith and trust; and, yes, even pixie dust. They two watched their land of imagination, a land that dreamed fantasy, today and tomorrow, a land where impossibilities were possible. Walt and Mickey both thought it was fun to do the impossible, where parents and children could reach understanding.
Walt was a wonderful father, thinks Mickey, as he steps away from the memorial procession. Riku meets him halfway, no expression in his teal eyes as he takes Mickey's hand. The King finds it hard not to cry, so he just lets the tears come. Minnie hangs back in the crowd, her face buried in Daisy's feathers. They all lost something that went with Walt.
"Wanna go?" Riku asks, head motioning towards the cloud of black mourners. "It's not my scene, you know, too much black – you OK?"
The Mouse King nods, "I only hope that we don't lose sight of one thing – that it was all started by Walt Disney."