A/N: This is actually from Katamari Forever, sort of. And...I don't know. It's...special. Enjoy!
He didn't remember. Everything, forgotten. Memories in vague, gray pieces. "Prince, help," he said, in a brief moment of consciousness. "Roll up everything."
The Prince obediently took to his Katamari, rolled around in the King's head, rolling up all the memories he could. His father was very demanding, but the Prince knew if he did a good enough job, he might not be scolded, at the very least. So he rolled and rolled, rolled up sweets and fireflies and some of his cousins, for when he was too tired he knew they would take over and take some of the King's disappointment.
The King's mind was seeming less cluttered all the time, the memories being put back in place. The King still couldn't remember everything, and he still wasn't awake, but the Cousins knew he would be.
The Queen fretted about her husband. There was little she could do to make sure that he was okay, so she had to rely on the Prince and his Cousins. She watched television to keep her mind off it, and looked out the window at her sleeping husband. Soon he would be back to normal, she hoped.
"Princess," the King of All Cosmos said once in his mind, as she rolled around his head. "I have a special request."
The tiny Cousin nodded, still rolling, rolling up some more tiny pieces of memories. She would listen, but she still had a job to do.
"I need you out of my head, Princess," he said.
She shook her head. She, like all the other Cousins, had a job to do. The King wanted his mind back together, he wanted to be back with his wife, and she had to help make that happen.
"Finish helping Prince and get out of my head. There are plenty of others who will help, too, you know that. I am asking something else of you."
The Princess finished rolling, and put the Katamari in place in the King's head.
Tiny Princess crawled out of his head, and went to sit on his lap, the bulge awkward to walk over and even worse to avoid.
"Princess," the King said, a brief moment of lucidity before another Cousin went rolling in his head, "even a comatose King needs some help."
He stopped talking, and Princess could tell that someone else was rolling up memories, adding colors to the gray scale moments of his past.
The tiny girl sighed and looked toward the window, toward the Queen. She was absorbed in some show or another and never took her eyes off the screen. She didn't seem to notice that her husband had spoken, nor that Princess, tiny as she was, was out of his head.
Princess grabbed a Katamari and set to work, the awkward bulge no longer just a bulge.
She was tiny and he was not, the size difference extremely obvious. The sticky Katamari ran along him, Princess following it closely, guiding it.
Finally, he made a mess, which she then rolled up in the Katamari, and rolled over into the grass, where it was small enough to be covered up.
Drooby, too, had taken a break from rolling up memories and sat on the King's chest, unnoticed. Her eyes widened at the tiny Princess and the big mess the King had made, wondering why the Queen hadn't done this herself.
But Drooby climbed back into his head, not saying a word. So, soon, did Princess.
And the two of them went back to rolling up memories.