Oh the end of this was so much fun to write. I hope you all enjoy it and please review! :3

howlingwhitewolfpup: thank you so much! It's the descriptions that always make me super nervous so I'm glad to hear that I'm doing just fine on them :)

Pokeevee57: Sora never catches a break x3 Yeah there's tons of fics about them being brothers that are really good. You should check them out. EM3: Sealed in Ink is one that's started being posted recently. It's by AquaMermaid6 and 09alih if you want to look at it.

empourer: the fact that Roxas absorbed her is what's keeping her from being there. All the other Wastelanders still had their bodies and everything, it was just their hearts that are missing so since Xion was completely absorbed into Roxas she couldn't be placed in Wasteland.

"Little brother?"

Oswald looked up at the boy and nodded. "Yeah. He's my brother."

"I-" Sora just felt awkward now. What was he supposed to say? "I didn't know."

"Didn't think you did," Sora tilted his head in puzzlement. "Mickey didn't want anyone to feel bad about forgetting us so he never told anyone about us or this place. Plus it keeps risk down for any bad people finding this place."

"Oh… ok."

Oswald had to laugh at how awkward the young keyblade wielder looked now. Like he should've already known and was insulting him by not knowing. But he wasn't. Honestly it was kinda entertaining.

"So you're the older one?" Sora asked after gaining enough composition.

"Mm hm."

Ortensia held his hand with a small smile, "He can be a bit overprotective at times though. Like right now."

"Honey that thing is massive, there's no way he'll be okay on his own!"

"He did just fine with the Blot didn't he?"

Oswald groaned at her very good argument that he would not admit was very good cause dang it he really wanted to go back out there and drag him back by the ear for being so stupid. But instead he just flopped back onto the bed, defeated.

Ortensia just continued smiling, knowing full well that she had won.


Even with the mental readiness he had the wall of darkness the tower emitted still jolted his entire being. But now he could focus at least. His thoughts were clearer and he knew what he was up against.

His keyblade was in a deathgrip at his side as he kept every sense on high alert for any sign of his target. It was pretty easy to find it in that state of mind considering how loud the thing was.

He jumped out of the way as a mass of shadows slammed into the ground, shaking the ground beneath them. He could have sworn that he saw multiple heartless be destroyed as the attack impacted. It was so powerful it destroyed itself when attacking? Oh boy.

Mickey ran as the attacks started rapidly increasing, slashing whenever he could safely reach the heartless. But he didn't have endless stamina. He had to think of something to do.

He still had plenty of magic left. Maybe he could use that. He made a sharp turn, headed straight for its base, the center of the storm. He jumped from side to side as heartless endlessly cascaded down on him. He charged up his magic. The entire keyblade grew colder as he yelled,

"Blizzaga!"

The base at the command froze and the slippery surface caused

the rest of the tower to tumbled down. Mickey scrambled out of the way as the shadows fell all around him.

Right. So now he had a few hundred normal shadows to deal with. Surprisingly he was okay with that. He raised the keyblade towards his targets preparing himself for a final stretch.

Then the entire mass twitched as one.

Mickey had barely anytime to wonder why and how before there was a loud crack and explosion to his side. He felt searing pain cut through his arm and looked over to find the scattered results of his spell as the tower grew up once again.

Crud.

He tried another spell. Thundaga. It didn't work. It barely did a anything at all. That's right, Oswald had tried to use his remote on the thing with barely any results as well. Of course it wouldn't work.

He stumbled back as an attack lifted up the ground next to him and rolled back, landing on his stomach. He scrambled up, nearly falling over all over again as another attack flew over his head. His body was being pelted with debris coming from all over the place as it grew more and more sporadic.

He felt his back make a hard impact with the wall behind him as the tower finally hit him directly. It had landed right on his still bleeding arm and continued to press there as he struggled against it. Shadows were constantly trying to attack him individually from within the mass, making the task of freeing himself so much harder.

In a last effort he pointed his keyblade at the writhing mob, focusing every bit of energy and magic he could muster even some he was pretty sure he didn't have.

"Firagra!"

The entire battlefield lit up in flame. The shadows scattered out of formation as they searched for a way out of the fire. But they couldn't. One by one hearts released into the sky until the area was nothing but dying flames and an exhausted mouse.


Sora looked out at the dying light of dusk they waited. In all honesty he wanted to run out and help the king just as much as Oswald did. But the king obviously didn't want help.

Of course that hadn't stopped him at Radiant Garden during the mass heartless attack, but this felt different.

This was very much the king's world. Even if it wasn't his homeworld this was still his place. It's where he felt most comfortable. He had seen so much emotion pass through the king's eyes in the short time they had been here. He had never seen him like that before.

This was the kings decision and he would respect it. But he couldn't help looking out the window one last time as the sun completely disappeared behind the horizon.


Mickey let himself into Club 13, not even bothering to ring the bell next to the door. It was silent. Not a noise. Not a movement. Nothing.

He ran throughout the building, looking for any sign of life within the building. But it was useless.

They had gotten away.


Oswald nervously paced the living room. All the lights were off to avoid disturbing any of the sleeping bunny children who were asleep all throughout the house.

He couldn't sleep though. He just continued pacing and glancing out the window at the night anxiously.

"Honeybuns." Oswald turned to look at his wife as she stood in their doorway, watching him. "You need to sleep."

"I know. I know." Having stopped his pacing he resorted to tapping his foot. "I'm just getting restless. I'll come in soon I promise."

She nodded, walking back into the bedroom. He wanted so badly to run out and find that stupid mouse. So badly to yell at him for being so stupid. But-

He looked outside and left to do just that.


Mickey fell hard on the edge of the fountain as he sat down. His entire body hurt so much. The pain in his arm felt like it was trying to consume him. But at this point he didn't care much. It was gone and no longer a threat to Wasteland. That's what mattered here.

The mouse pointed his head upward, not even realizing it until the brilliant night sky stars filled his vision. At least he hoped those stars where the sky. In his condition they could very well just be specks in his exhausted vision. He still appreciated the view though. The stars were always something he loved to look at. All the worlds spanning across the never ending sea of the sky.

The thud of a door took Mickey out of his thoughts as he looked back down at the sound. It must have been Oswald's door since said rabbit was now rushing toward him. "You idiot!" he whisper yelled, trying not to awaken his neighbors, "What were you thinking? That was stupid! Idiotic! Idiot. Idiot. Idiot."

Mickey simple gave the ranting rabbit a tired smile. Oswald stopped talking when he saw it and ended up plopping down next to him on the fountain. "Are you okay?"

The entirety of his body felt like it was screaming at the highest pitch ever possible. "I'm fine."

Oswald barely had to look at the expression on his face before deciding, "No you're not."

He was right. "Really Ozzie. I'm alright."

The rabbit wasn't listening. He was looking over the mouse, trying to find any signs of serious injury, moving different parts of his body to get better a better look at another. Mickey tried to dissuade his. To tell him that he was fine.

Then he pulled on his arm.

Mickey covered his mouth as a high pitched yelp escaped. The pain coursed all through him, making everybody part throb harder and every thought in his brain to vanish. Oswald had nearly fallen off the fountain in recoil at the mouse's reaction. Now Mickey was curled in on himself, cradling his arm and he shook from the pain. His breath ragged with attempts to recover.

Oswald couldn't feel himself breathing as he watched. "Mickey…"

"I-" it was an effort to get out and it clearly showed, "I'm fine."

"No. You're. Not." Oswald deadpanned. He slowly placed a hand on his back, trying his hardest not to cause the mouse any more pain, "Let me look. I'll be careful."

He didn't really have much of a choice as the older carefully spun him around to face him. He didn't fight it as Oswald gently took hold of his arm and started examining it. His forearm not only had a huge gash running down to his elbow, but the entirety was bruised in varying shades of purple and yellow. The swelling from the bruises had apparently helped keep the cut from bleeding too quickly, so at least there was that.

"We need to get you inside."

"Let me… catch my breath." Oswald nodded, keeping silent as he panted, his eyes squeezed as tight as they could. Oswald didn't like this one bit. Mickey should never had gotten this hurt. When he found those Petes he was gonna-

Mickey let out a quiet, hoarse laugh, alarming Oswald.

"Mick?"

"None of the ones me and Aqua faced where that powerful." He said, barely audible.

"Who's Aqua?"

Mickey looked up at Oswald, a sad expression in his eyes. "A friend. She-" he felt a tear run down his cheek. "She's trapped in the realm of darkness. I couldn't help her or any of them."

"Mickey you're rambling," Oswald told him, "Are you okay?"

He definitely wasn't talking about his physical health now. No he already knew that that had been flung out the door by that tower.

"I doubt it," he said truthfully, "I've had to stay strong as a king, but- Aqua's trapped in eternal darkness, Ven's in and eternal sleep, Terra's been taken over as one of Xenort's vessels, I'm barely home to see Minnie and I know she's lonely but I have to leave to try and keep the world order constantly, and I'm just-" I'm tired.

The tears were running freely down his face now. He hadn't even noticed them. His body had started turning numb from the pain and stress that was bombarding his brain at the moment. His exhaustion was starting to truly get to him if he was having this much trouble keeping everything from exploding out. The fight couldn't have been for that long so why was he so tired?

Oswald didn't feel like anything in his body was working. Mickey was crying. And not a little bit either. There were torrents falling down his face and landing on the hard surface of the fountain. He had never seen Mickey cry. Not once. And now he wasn't even sure if the mouse was aware of what was happening.

He wasn't entirely aware either as he wrapped his brother in a hug. Mickey froze, not sure what to do. He felt the rise and fall of Oswald's chest as he sighed, the air rustling the fur on his back slightly. "I wish I could've helped you."

Mickey wrapped his arms around him, ignoring the dulled pain his numb body tried alerting him to. He buried his face into Oswald's neck as his body shook once again. Maybe it hadn't been his exhaustion that had released all his jumbled thoughts, but maybe the comfort from his brother's presence that made him feel like it was safe to.

"You're helping plenty."