A Heartfelt Holiday

Set during The Year Between, after Love's Vagrant but before Chapter 38;

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Aqua strode through the corridor, sweating and short of breath. Her metal boots brushed silently against the swirling, black void down below. Stopping for a moment, she shifted the large sack slung over her shoulder. Rather than a blend of blues and blacks, she'd donned a festive red sweater with white, fluffy trim for the occasion. Though perhaps such festive attire did clash with her current surroundings.

A light tap on the leg drew her focus down to her shadow, and the spiky head poking out of it. Poor Sora pouted up at her, though it wasn't hard to guess why.

"You sure this was a good idea?" Ven said, but Aqua simply smiled.

"The Star Shard's too unpredictable. Besides, I know someone who'll be happy to see us."

A light up ahead drew her forward step by step, though she fought back a shiver. What she'd give for her armor right now…

But soon her silent footsteps gave way to hollow thuds. The purples and blacks shifted to familiar wood planks, and the darkness all around her lit up with the glimmering of stars still persisting despite the Heartless threat…

And it wasn't just the stars.

The moment Aqua escaped the corridor, she froze, speechless at the sights.

Strings of lights sprawled from building to building and even around the canvas rooftops. Wreaths adorned with holly, bells, and all manner of flowers hung from the doors of the Inn and the surrounding shops. The sound of piano drifted through the air from down below, playing Let it Snow. To top it all off, the savory scent of roasted meats and sugary sweets made Aqua's mouth water.

Though maybe that was in part due to her trek through the darkness.

But no time to dwell on the smell, she found, as the jingling of bells grabbed her ear, pulling her attention to a rotund, yellow robot with round, clad in… reindeer antlers?

"Greetings and salutations!" the robot said.

Beside him, that tall, dreadlocked pirate from before shook his head. "No, no, you've got it all wrong, mate. You're 'sposed to say, 'ho-ho-ho! Spare some rum for the poor?'"

The robot turned his head. "But you're not poor. In fact, you are very well fed, Jack Sparrow."

"That's Captain Jack Sparrow."

"…My apologies, but I still do not understand your objectives."

"Lass!" The pirate staggered over to Aqua, hiccupping. "Have a heart, won't you? The captain… he's… he's told me to lay off the rum, see. But it's Christmas, savvy?" He prodded her bag. "So, I don't suppose you've got any in that sack of yours?"

…What?

Aqua blinked a few times. Was he really asking her for alcohol? Moreover, was he exploiting that robot to get more alcohol?

She pulled her sack closer to herself and took a small step back. "I'm sorry, but if Ringabel cut you off, then I'm going to have to trust his judgment."

The robot nodded. "Yes. I concur. After all, Ringabel is—"

And, right on cue, a voice called from above, "Oh, do I detect a hint of gossip?"

Aqua took one look up and… slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the laughter that followed. And why? Well, out burst Ringabel from the bridge, wearing his own Santa hat and coat. He held his chin up, smirking as descended, and…

As soon as he looked down, all that swagger shattered, and he let out a startled, "Aqua?!" His gawking lasted all of two seconds before he cleared his throat and cracked another grin. "Oho! Back so soon? And dressed for the occasion, I see!"

He strutted down the steps, stopping beside her with a wink. "Why, looking at us side by side… we're a perfect pair!" He practically purred his words, and Aqua's cheeks instantly heated up. In a desperate attempt to hide her blush, she looked away.

…Except her eyes fell upon Jack Sparrow and the robot beside him, reminding her that they were not alone.

The robot tilted his head. "Are you all right? Your face is showing abnormal amounts of redness."

Jack slung an arm around the robot's shoulders, nudging him along. "Come, Robert! The moment is too opportune."

"My name is Robo—"

Despite this Robo's protests, Jack Sparrow dragged him along, though not without cracking a suspicious grin at both Aqua and Ringabel.

And then they vanished.

…Did that really just happen? She suppressed the urge to bury her face in her hands. It's not like this was anything new! In the short time she'd known Ringabel, he'd made his flirtatious habits all too clear.

A light touch on the shoulder jolted her back to reality. She stiffened and straightened, and—

Oh. Ringabel stood in front of her now, his smirk replaced with a more crooked smile. "So. What brings you back so soon? Was it my dashing good looks? My magnetic personality?" He flipped his hair and wiggled his eyebrows. He was probably trying to look smooth, but the end result actually squeezed a bit of laughter from Aqua.

Before she could formulate a proper response, her shadow twitched, and out popped Sora on all fours. He gave Ringabel a dry stare, as if to say, Really?

But Ringabel just crouched down to his level, his smile unwavering. "Good to see you too, Sora."

Well, the warmth in Aqua's cheeks had all but faded at this point, so she let out the pent up air in her lungs and straightened again. "Honestly, Ringabel, we did want to see you again."

Sora nodded, and that pout of his faded into one of his more typical, toothy grins.

Again, Ringabel's eyes blinked wide open. "But during the holidays, of all times? That's… unexpected."

Sora sprung upright. He pointed up at Ringabel, then spread his arms out wide.

"So is all this," Aqua said on his behalf. "Honestly, I wasn't even sure if you'd celebrate here."

"Oh?"

"Well, different worlds have different customs. When you combine that with the varying time cycles between them, there was always the chance I'd come dressed like this while you were all celebrating Halloween."

Ringabel chuckled. "To be fair, you'd still be in costume!"

He had a point. "Maybe, but I wouldn't call this frightening." She patted her sack for emphasis.

"Ah, but that all depends on what's in the sack!"

"Hmm… I don't know. Is there anyone on board with an irrational fear of cookies?"

Sora skittered back, wide-eyed and mouth agape, as if the very suggestion was too much to comprehend.

Even Ven stammered at her words. "No way! How could anyone be afraid of something so sweet?"

Ringabel let out a very fake sounding gasp, clutching his chest. "Aqua, how could you?! N-now I'm going to have nightmares for…" He snorted, then snickered. "In all seriousness, I'm not personally fond of sweets, but I know I'm in the minority." Pausing, he added, "Ah! But I'm sure your baked goods are delight nonethe—"

Aqua waved a hand. "It's okay, Ringabel. Terra wasn't fond of sweets either." …Wasn't. She winced at her own word choice.

Ringabel must have noticed, because he clasped her shoulder and said, "Well, let's not fret about that right now, hm? After all, this is a time of joy! Of bliss! Of… well, I admit I haven't memorized every lyric from every carol, but there seems to be a recurring trend of peace and love at the very least!"

Ope. Another short burst of laughter slipped out of her. "I take it they don't have Christmas on Luxendarc."

"At the very least, I never got to celebrate, but that's the joy of this interworldly melting pot! It's an excellent learning opportunity." He wandered to the railing overlooking the Drunken Pig Tavern. Naturally, Aqua followed.

Just like every other building, strings of bright lights covered its exterior. Two small, potted fir trees flanked its wide, open doors, each adorned with tinsel and brightly colored ornaments. A holly garland spanned above the door, and the sound of laughter melded with the continuing music. Even from the upper deck, it rang loud and clear.

"Is everyone down there?" It only made sense, with how scarcely populated the walkways were for this time of night.

"Well, not everyone." He gave Sora and Aqua a pointed look, then snapped his fingers. "But overall, it's been an excellent turnout! And I'm grateful for it." Looking up at the sky, Ringabel heaved a soft sigh. "Frankly, with all the hardships our residents have faced, I really wanted to find some way to lift their spirits. Just one night where we can forget the losses we've endured, the horrors we've faced, and just find warmth and comfort with one another."

Aqua moved closer, resting her arms on the railing. Just like their last visit, all that over the top flamboyance had cracked, opening up Ringabel's true feelings. That forlorn expression, eyes glued to the stars above… With all the décor, the cheery melodies below, and his festive clothes, it was easy to forget the truth about Grandship and its inhabitants.

But that would be irresponsible of her, with her status and position. Regardless of the jolly dressings, at the end of the day, every person here, herself included, had lost their home, loved ones, and suffered unspeakable trauma. Just what had Ringabel seen throughout his travels? How did he truly meet each of Grandship's inhabitants?

Briefly, she envisioned gnashing jaws, slashing claws, and screams and shouts amid an ocean of black…

But no! This wasn't the time, nor the place. Not right now. She squeezed her eyes shut, breathing in, then out. "Well, what are we waiting for?" She flashed him a gentle smile, while Sora dragged the sack of gifts over. "I think a little holiday cheer could do us all some good."

Just like that, Ringabel locked eyes with Aqua, and he took a bow. "Well! In that case, Aqua, I humbly ask you to join me at tonight's festivities."

Sora scratched his head, while Ven said, "Aw geez. Here we go again…"

…Was he trying to turn this into a date?

Wait. It was Ringabel. Of course he was. But, to Aqua's credit, at least this time she didn't freeze up, nor did her cheeks burn as hot as the sun. After all, she technically asked first.

And so, without even the slightest hint of protest, Aqua took the sack from Sora and followed Ringabel down to the tavern.

What she saw inside took her breath away.

Glittering paper snowflakes and stars hung from the ceiling. Warm, gold lights stretched across the rafters and wound around the pillars. Stockings hung above the liquor cabinets at the bar. An enormous wreath framed the ship's wheel high above the stage, while ribbon and garland ran across the walls. And at the center of the tavern, a great big tree shimmered with colored glass balls, tinsel and popcorn, and ornaments of all shapes and sizes.

To say nothing of the crowd, both human and non. As Ringabel led Aqua up the steps, a white cat leaped onto the banister.

"Bonjour, monsieur Ringabel!" She looked to Aqua. "Oh! And bonjour to you as well, dearie!"

"Thank you." She reached out, and the cat pressed her head into Aqua's hand.

While Aqua stroked behind her ears, Ringabel reached for her back. "And are you and your kittens enjoying yourselves, miss Duchess?"

"Oh yes!" She perked up, pointing her head toward the tree where a little black, orange, and white kitten all batted at the ornaments. This gave Duchess pause, as she shouted, "Darlings! Do be careful, now."

Each of the kittens paused, then gave a unanimous, "Yes, mama."

It seemed they weren't the only children interested in the gifts, as a little teacup hopped to the edge of one of the tables, stopped only when a living tea kettle nudged him back with her spout.

"I know you're excited, dear, but we won't be opening gifts 'til Christmas morning!"

"Ah, kids." Ringabel chuckled at the antics. "You must truly have your paws full!"

"But I wouldn't have it any other way," said Duchess. "Truly, monsieur Ringabel, we appreciate all you have done for us. Just knowing that my children have a safe place to spend the holiday is more than I could ever ask!"

"Think nothing of it! It was the least I could do after I…" He trailed off, then waved his hand. "Well! That's a subject for another time. After all, it's Christmas."

…Something told Aqua there was more to this story. But she also knew better than to ask just yet. Instead, she reached into her sack, pulling out a round, wrapped present. "Here. I have a feeling your children will enjoy this."

"Oh!" Duchess' ears perked, and a smile spread across her muzzle. "Why, thank you so much, madame…"

"Aqua."

"Well, madame Aqua, if there is anything I can do to repay you—"

"There's no need! Please, just have a happy holiday. That's all I ask."

"Well, if you're absolutely sure…" She took the gift by the ribbon and hopped down from her perch. As she approached the tree, a ginger tomcat greeted her with a nuzzle.

And Ringabel and Aqua continued deeper into the tavern.

As they moved, Aqua's eyes wandered from table to table, taking in all the sights and sounds. All manner of men, women, humans, and creatures gathered around a long banquet table against the wall.
Others feasted at the smaller tables or gobbled from the food and water bowls offered to four-legged patrons.

At one of the tables, a brown haired boy in a red baseball cap chatted with a taller, skinnier girl with glasses. They were joined by a red-haired kid with a huge, pointed nose and a slightly taller boy with green hair.

The girl adjusted her glasses and said, "Well, everything we've seen so far defies the rules of science, so I guess a secret agent platypus isn't that weird."

"Yeah," said the kid in the cap. "Just look at who's performing!"

Up on stage, a frog man sang a cheery tune, accompanied by a skinny, blond man on piano.

🎶 'Tis the season to be jolly and joyous
🎶 With a burst of pleasure we feel it all right
🎶 It's a season when the Saints can employ us
🎶 To spread the news about peace and to keep love alive

A pig woman sighed dreamily at the performance, while a red-haired woman in a frilly, white dress conducted a chorus of mice and birds with her hands. Stranger still, a rabbit in a police uniform dashed from table to table with a clipboard in hand.

"So you're saying he broke into your room, dropped off presents, and just left?" She paused, tapping her clipboard with her pen. "That just sounds like Santa Claus to me."

A skinny, blond boy dressed in baggy clothes and a green beanie replied, "Yeah, but here's the kicker- this dude was super skinny. He might've had the suit, he might've had the beard, but I've seen enough TV specials to know a fake Santa when I see one!"

Of course, Aqua had every intention to venture closer. To greet this crowd of strangers then and there.

Then a sharp whistle from behind the bar yanked her attention toward the portly, old Proprietress.

"Well now! This is a surprise."

Aqua spun on a heel, greeting her with a wave. "Ringabel said the same thing."

"Not that I'm complaining!" he added. "Aqua's presence makes this room shine so much brighter! Wouldn't you agree?"

The Proprietress set her hands on her hips. "Well, of course you'd say that! But, hey, it's always a pleasure to see a gal with a good head on her shoulders. And a Keybearer besides!"

One of the men at the bar spun his stool around. His tanned skin and rat-like face made him stand out even among the tavern's nonhuman residents, though the red bandanna on his head matched the rum-starved pirate beside him.

"Oh, so you're Aqua! Nice to finally meet you."

"Aye. Lovely lass," said Jack Sparrow. "Shame she wouldn't part with any of her rum."

Aqua brought a hand to her face. "…There isn't any rum in the first place."

"Good!" said the Proprietress. "This old seadog's had his fill, no matter what he tells ya."

"His fill and everyone else's." The rat-faced man sighed. "I dunno how he does it."

"One word, mate: pirate. Comes with the territory."

The rat-faced man gave him a flat look, then turned his attention back to Aqua. "Well, anyway, I'm Zatz." He extended his little hand, and Aqua wasted no time shaking it. "So. You're really planning to find Tiz and the others?"

"Of course! I know what it's like to be separated from loved ones, so it's the least I could do."

"You too, huh?" A tiny frown crossed his face. "I'm sorry to hear that."

She shook her head. "Please, don't apologize. If anything, I should apologize to you."

Ringabel reached for her. "Aqua, what are you—"

"Now, hold your horses!" said the Proprietress. "I dunno where you're goin' with this, but girl, you've got nothin' to apologize for! Why, you're taking time outta your holiday to visit us, and if that ain't selfless, I don't know what is."

"I…" Aqua wanted to protest, at least a little, but Ringabel once again clutched her shoulder.

"She's right, you know. I'm already flattered that you thought of me, but here you are, dressed as Mrs. Claus and carrying gifts for an entire tavern full of strangers!"

"If I have my way, they won't be strangers for long." It wasn't right to look at the victims of fallen worlds as strangers. They were people with stories and plights as raw as real as anyone.

"Well, since we're all such good friends," said Jack, "I don't s'pose you've got anything in that sack of yours that's… gold, perhaps?"

Aqua dug into the back, plopping a sack of chocolate coins in his palm. "Does this count?"

The pirate squinted and pulled the sack close to his face. "Ah. 's foil." He sniffed it. "Chocolates, eh? That's clever, lass. Very clever."

Digging further into the sack, she set down a metal tin decorated with scarf-wearing Moogles. She looked to Zatz and the Proprietress and said, "Here. I made some Christmas cookies, too. Have as many as you like!"

Zatz popped open the tin, revealing the assortment of cookies, from jelly-filled to gingerbread and even coconut. His jaw dropped at the sight. "Wow! These look fantastic."

"I'll say!" The Proprietress beamed. "You and I oughta swap recipes sometime!"

"I'd love to! But I should probably drop off these presents first."

"Well, why don't I carry them the rest of the way?" said Ringabel. "It's the least I could do!"

"Are you sure? It's really no trouble."

"Aqua, my dear, you've already baked who knows how many sweets, gathered and wrapped an as of yet indeterminate amount of presents, and carried them all the way here. What sort of gentleman would I be if I didn't at least try to help?"

Something told Aqua he wouldn't take no for an answer, so she reluctantly passed the sack along. "Thank you." She stretched her arm and squared her shoulders. Honestly, it was kind of nice to lighten the load.

"Think nothing of it!" He bowed, then swept his free arm toward the tree. "Now, shall we?"

…There he was again, acting overly showy over the simplest things. And again, she laughed. How many times was that today? "All right. Lead the way."

And so Aqua followed Ringabel across the floor, away from the bar and through the crowd of passing patrons.

Until he stopped. And looked up.

Oh no. Even before Aqua followed his gaze, she felt her heartbeat accelerate. And then, when she saw that sprig of mistletoe dangling above their heads, she froze. And stared. Was this… Did he…?

Ringabel tittered. "Ah. I forgot I put that up there." Did he really? He rubbed the back of his neck, then turned around. "Well! Here we are, in matching attire, standing beneath the mistletoe. Perhaps it's fate!"

Not. Helping. "Ringabel…"

"Hear, hear!" Jack called from behind. "And remember, Jack is a great name for a boy. You should consider it! Or if it's a girl, I don't discriminate. Jacqueline makes a fine first name."

"Children?" The red-haired woman's hands flew to her cheeks. "Oh! Are they going to share true love's kiss?!"

...Was this really happening?

Earlier was one thing. It was just a quip. Only two people watching. Now, they were in the middle of a crowded pub. A pub full of patrons whose heads immediately turned to Ringabel and Aqua as soon as Jack opened his mouth. A pub of whispering, gawking, and giggling strangers.

She could feel her cheeks burn. "But we're not—"

Ringabel's face turned just as red as hers, and he coughed. "N-now, let's not get carried away!" He looked away for a split-second, then slowly looked back to Aqua. "That being said, Aqua, I would be thrilled to share this holiday tradition with you! Though, if lips are too forward, perhaps a peck on the cheek?"

Still. Processing. This happened way too fast. How was she supposed to respond?

"Wait, what? Sora, are you serious?"

...Oh, thank goodness. A welcome distraction! Aqua looked down at her shadow just in time, as a tiny, foil wrapped chocolate popped outta the ground.

It didn't take long to connect the dots, and so Aqua knelt down, scooped up the candy, and turned back to Ringabel.

"...Could I see your hand for a moment?"

"Oh! A kiss on the hand? My, my. How—" Aqua plopped the candy down in his palm, and he promptly froze. "...Er. What exactly is…?"

"It's… a kiss. Chocolate kiss. Um." She shuffled across the floor before embarrassment could take hold any further.

A few of the onlookers let out audible, "Aws," but that was hardly her concern. As much as she wanted to lift the spirits of Grandship's patrons, and as much as she'd love to honor holiday traditions, even she had her limits.

Once she reached the tree, Ringabel shuffled in behind her. "My apologies. I truly didn't intend to make you uncomfortable."

"...It's okay." When he offered her the bag, Aqua took it and started piling the presents around the already existing pile. This seemed to once again capture the attention of the patrons. Especially the little kittens, a handful of dalmatian puppies, and the various kids seated across the room.

While she continued removing packages, she passed two more tins of cookies to Ringabel. "Do you mind setting these on the table?"

"But of course!" He did a mock salute, then whisked the goodies over to the table alongside the plates of meats, pies, potatoes, salads, and other assorted goodies. As he and Aqua emptied the bag, the kid with the baseball cap moseyed over.

"So, who's your friend?"

The red-haired woman cracked a smile as wide as her face. "Oh, yes! Please tell us, Mr. Ringabel!"

"Ah, it's just Ringabel. But, since you asked so nicely, my dear…" He wandered over to the stage, taking the microphone from the singing frog. "People of Grandship, it's my pleasure to introduce Master Aqua! Now, you may be asking, 'Master of What'? Well, as astonishing as it sounds, she's not just a hero, not just a radiant beauty, but one of the legendary Keyblade Masters!"

This earned many gasps from the crowd.

The boy with the beanie shouted, "Dude! That is so rad!"

At another table, a purple-haired girl with glasses and a green helmet tapped her chin. "The Keyblade, huh? I'd heard stories about it before, but I never thought I'd actually meet one of its wielders in person."

Beside her sat Robo, who nodded and bowed. "It's a pleasure to properly meet your acquaintance!"
It was a lot to take in. Praise from Ringabel was one thing, but from complete strangers? Just how much had they heard about the Keyblade? How much had he told others on board Grandship?

The most she could do, at first, was smile and wave as more questions flooded in.

"So, like, do you know any actual superheroes?"

"Can we see your Keyblade?"

"Are you married to Santa Claus?!"

"Is Santa even real?"

"I don't know about real," said the bunny cop, "but I've already got my suspicions about a certain intruder." She turned to Jack, who threw up his hands.

"And I already told you it wasn't me!"

"A likely story."

Well, strange burglary aside, Aqua joined Ringabel on stage. "Yes, I've met a few superheroes."

"Far out!" The boy in the beany pressed his hands to the table, leaning closer to the stage. "But what kinda powers? And what about their aesthetic? We talking silver age? Golden age?"

The purple-haired girl gave him a funny look. "...There's a difference?"

"Heck yeah, there's a difference!"

"And I'm afraid I don't know what those differences are," said Aqua. "But… hmm. One of them had super strength, and the other could stretch and contort her body into just about any shape."

"Whoa. Sounds like a little bit of bronze age right there…"

Several of the children exchanged awestruck looks. Then the boy in the cap spoke up. "Okay, but what about Santa?"

Aqua chuckled. "Well, we're not married, but I'm pretty sure he's real." This earned several cheers from the younger patrons. "As for my Keyblade…" She extended her arm, and in a brilliant flash, Master's Defender materialized.

A wave of stunned silence washed over the crowd, and Ringabel puffed his chest out and cracked a wide grin. "Impressive, isn't it? I was just as surprised as you when we first met! But Aqua is a legend made real. A true hero, battling day after day to ward off the darkness!"

She ducked her head. "Ringabel…"

"What? It's true, isn't it? Why sell yourself short?"

"He is right!" said a talking candelabra in a thick French accent. "Ma cherie, we have all seen the terrors of darkness firsthand. But you… why, you stand bravely in the face of despair! And you have succeeded in ways that most of us could only dream of!"

"No kidding," said the kid in the baseball cap. "My world doesn't even have magic weapons or superpowers."

"Mine does," said the girl next to Robo. "But that still wasn't enough." She slumped, head hanging, and Robo patted her on the back. "Thanks, Robo, but I'm okay. After all, we might not've been able to stop the Heartless, but she can! Which means there's still a fighting chance for other worlds."

They meant well, of course. And clearly they regarded her highly, but nonetheless, their words twisted a knife in Aqua's chest. Made her flinch. She had to turn around to hide the grimace working its way across her face. However much they praised her, however much they tried reassuring her, an unfortunate fact still loomed over her head.

Once blue eyes turned gold stared back at her. She could feel a once gentle hand constricting around her neck. Saw his smile, once soft, twisted into a wicked smirk.

It all started there, on that night so long ago, yet the wounds still stung. Still festered. Still bled.

She'd come all this way not to wallow in guilt, but to bring joy and cheer. Yet… at the end of the day, these people deserved honesty. They deserved to know where all their suffering began.

But in the blink of an eye, the vision of those golden eyes faded, replaced with Ringabel's soft, grey gaze. He stood in front of her now, voice soft. "...Is something wrong?"

"No, I'm okay." She took the microphone from him, facing the crowd anew. If he knew the truth, he'd never let her speak her mind.

She had to do this. She had to make it right. So, taking a deep breath, she said, "Thank you, everyone. It means a lot, knowing how much you believe in me." Pausing, she looked to Ringabel, then back to the masses. "But… I'm sorry. I know you might think I don't owe you any apology. You might not even understand why I am apologizing, but at the end of the day, this is all my fault."

"Aqua, please. You shouldn't—"

She continued despite Ringabel's protests. "I couldn't be there when your worlds were in peril. But I should have. Instead, I spent the last decade lost in the Realm of Darkness while your homes were consumed by the Heartless. All because my best friend lost his body to a madman. All because I had hope that he'd break free. All because I…" Her hands started shaking, as did her voice. She squeezed her eyes shut. This was not the time to lose composure. "I sacrificed myself, and it wasn't enough. So please, if there's anything I can do to make it up to you… if there's any way I can bring you all hope, just—"

"Aqua!" Ringabel grabbed her hand, pulling the microphone away from her. "With all due respect, my dear, I'm starting to think that such a crowded environment isn't ideal for you."

"But—"

"The microphone, if you please."

Aqua's stubborn side yearned to wrestle for the mic and finish her speech, but the intensity in his gaze was enough to give her pause.

Had she taken it too far?

She averted her eyes, but slowly relinquished her hold. And so, Ringabel reclaimed the mic and stepped in front of her.

"I realize that's all… quite a bit to take in, but! Our dear Master Aqua has ever so kindly provided us all with sweets and presents aplenty for your enjoyment. So, please! Enjoy the party! However, she and I are going to take our leave so that we can enjoy the rest of our evening together."

And so, with little warning, he passed the microphone back to the frog man and nudged Aqua along.

...but perhaps it was for the best. Perhaps she had gotten carried away. It was her first time speaking to so many refugees at once. Maybe a gradual introduction would have worked better. It was difficult to say. She'd already said enough—maybe even too much.

Slumped and sighing, she dragged herself down from the stage and across the room, stopping only when she'd realized she'd wandered under the mistletoe again.

But Ringabel held up his hand and said, "Don't worry about it, my dear. I'll just put it on your tab!"

The moment they exited the tavern, Sora sprung out of her shadow and gave her a look like a kicked puppy.

"Aqua, what happened back there? Are you gonna be okay?"

"I'm fine, Ven." A transparent lie.

Ringabel tsked and stepped beside Sora. "Aqua, please. You're not fooling anyone, least of all us."

"Sorry. I guess I got a little overwhelmed."

"And stop apologizing!" He raised an index finger. "I know you mean well, darling, but it just isn't healthy to put so much pressure on yourself. I should know."

"...Of course you'd know." Even tonight, he'd already shown signs of his own grief and guilt. "But still, you've tried so hard to keep people's minds off of their pain, and all I did was remind them."

"Aqua, it's probably been on their minds regardless of my efforts and regardless of your apology." He took a few steps forward, then looked back. "But if you'd like to talk about it, I'll gladly listen… once we've relocated. Unless you'd prefer to stand out in the cold?"

"No. I think we could all use a little rest."

"Then, follow me, and I'll whisk you away from all your woes!"

It took a few minutes of walking, from the lower deck, up to the business district, and down toward the residential area. They wove between canvas-roofed houses, sticking to the shadows for Sora's sake. Eventually, Ringabel stopped at the doorway of a home devoid of lights and decorations.

How strange. One would think with all the love and care Ringabel put into decorating the rest of Grandship that he'd at least give his place the same love and care.

He must've noticed her staring, though, because he held up his hands and said, "Ah, I ran out of time… and supplies. But it's all right! I'd much rather the people of Grandship enjoy the holiday atmosphere than horde all the goodies myself."

He opened the door and ushered Sora and Aqua inside with a sweep of his arms. Once they entered, he hung his Santa hat on a hook and let the door slide shut.

"So. Welcome to my home away from home," he said, stepping further down the hall. "Sorry if it's a bit cluttered. Your visit was just so short-notice!"

"I'm sure it'll be fine, Ringabel." At first glance, the hall seemed simple enough. Plain wood floors. A coat and hat rack by the door. As they moved further inside, Aqua glanced at the swords and shields hung on the wall. A living room with a glass coffee table, a loveseat, and a pair of armchairs grabbed her eye. A few stray coasters sat on the table, along with a small pile of hardback books.

With titles like Ace of Hearts and Sinful Duties, it wasn't hard to guess the genres. And when Sora skittered over to investigate, Ringabel swiftly dashed between him and the books.

"Ah! Sora. I'm not certain those are appropriate reading for your age group." In fact, he scooped up the books and shuffled over to a nearby bookshelf. "So sorry! Like I said, it's just a bit of clutter."

Sora pouted and held up a note. 'C'mon! How bad can it be?'

This prompted shaky laughter from Ringabel. "You'll understand when you're older."

An unlit fireplace rested on the wall to Aqua's left, but the wood inside was fresh. No black blemishes in sight. And across the room, she could just barely make out kitchen counters. She moved closer to the doorway, eying the wood cupboards, drawers, and cabinets. All shut. A table sat at the center of the room, with four empty chairs… and a half-emptied bottle of wine.

Ringabel darted past Aqua and over to that table, grabbing the wine and shuffling over to a refrigerator.

"You needn't worry. I'm perfectly sober!" He popped the fridge open and nudged the bottle inside. "And thanks to this marvelous piece of machinery, there's no risk of it spoiling any time soon!"

But it was still rather telling. Empty chairs at an empty table. Multiple empty coasters.

Aqua opened her mouth to speak, but she didn't get the chance before Ringabel was back in the living room and motioning to the couch and the chairs. "Please, please! Make yourselves comfortable, and I'll…" He paused. "Well, in hindsight, I probably should have grabbed us something from the banquet."

Aqua made her way to the love seat. "It's okay, Ringabel. You were just looking out for me."

"Yes, I was, but still! Here you are, traveling all this way to see me, and I've neither a feast nor presents to give you. I suppose I could head back to the tavern—"

Sora snapped his claws, beckoning a dark corridor from the floor.

"...Or you could just summon a corridor. That works, too. But still, the gifts—"

"Ringabel, I never expected anything in exchange."

"I know, but… I'd like to do something for you. After all, you're a Keybearer! A hero to the worlds. A symbol of hope, while I'm…"

Sora scribbled another note. 'A cool space hero.' He even doodled a little image of Ringabel in a cape.

Aqua scooted to the edge of the couch. "Ringabel, didn't you tell me not to sell myself short? Because you should take your own advice."

"...A fair point."

"Fair would be an understatement. Just think about all the people you've saved! You've given off-worlders food, shelter, and a holiday celebration without asking for anything in return."

"But it's still not enough," he muttered as he turned to the corridor.

"Ringabel—"

He waved his hand. "Hold that thought, you two! I did promise you food, after all."

And so he vanished into the darkness, leaving Sora and Aqua all alone.

The two locked eyes, and Ven said, "He's gotta be hiding something."

"Of course he is, Ven. He's no better than me." Shouldering grief, guilt, and sorrow. Trying to stay strong for the benefit of others. "But we can't force him to talk about it. At most, we can offer a listening ear and hope he'll come around." Just like he offered to her just a short while ago.

Sora prodded the floor with a claw, hunched over and frowning. "It's still sad, though. I mean, he's not like us. We were chosen for the Keyblade, but he took on all these people because he wanted to. So why's he gotta beat himself up?"

"It's probably for the same reason that I did."

"...Right."

Sighing heavily, Sora crawled over to one of the walls, adorned with… pictures? Curious, Aqua joined Sora, looking from image to image.

A mix of sketches and photography greeted Aqua. One photo showed Ringabel standing in front of a tall, metallic tower… which was also captured in a nearby sketch. And another photograph.

Light, fluttery laughter pried Aqua's attention off the pictures and back toward the corridor, where Ringabel emerged with his arms full of steaming hot plates. He placed them down on the coffee table, then marched beside the duo.

"Ah, yes! The Eiffel tower. Quite the curious construct! I've seen it across a multitude of different worlds. For instance…" He tapped one of the sketches. "This was my initial drawing, when I visited the world of Duchess and her adorable kittens! While this…" He prodded the photograph, "Was taken in the world of that charming rat chef I'd mentioned before. And that's not all! There was this wonderful restaurant…" He took a few steps to the right, gesturing to another photograph, this time showing a multi-story building with a neon sign showing a portly chef with a smiling face that read, 'Gusteau's'.

Aqua stroked her chin. "And they were both iterations of the same place?"

"Indeed! Two completely parallel versions of Paris, France, though the latter was my first introduction to many modern conveniences… such as refrigeration and television."

How strange. "Is that common, then? Parallel locations?"

"Oh, you've no idea! It's not just France, either. I've seen multiple versions of New York, California, and don't even get me started on London!" He rubbed his brow, walking back and forth. "There's the London with the talking mice, the London linked to Neverland… one of the Londons I'd visited had even crowned a young boy as king!"

Sora scribbled another note at that. 'Hey, I know that place!' He even added a doodle of himself and… a dragon? Something vaguely reptilian and toothy, anyway, with a shaggy head of hair.

"Well, well! Seems you've had quite the rousing adventure yourself, Sora! Not that I'd expect anything less."

'Yeah, but we never really got souvenirs.' He looked up, eying a paper lantern hanging from the ceiling and decorated with an image of the sun.

Aqua moved closer, craning her neck to get a better look. "Did you make that yourself?"

"Ah, no. I found that lovely lantern during a trip to the Kingdom of Corona. Seems they light them every year in honor of their lost princess." He slouched, tucking his hands in his pockets. "I'd like to claim I found the poor dear and whisked her back to her family, but… alas! No such luck, and as soon as I vanquished the Heartless menacing the town, I had to carry on to the next world."

One step, two steps over toward the table. Ringabel swept his arms out at the plates. "But enough doom and gloom! The food's fresh and steaming hot, so by all means, enjoy!"

There was that denial again. And once more, Aqua felt the urge to pull him aside and urge him to speak honestly.

But he'd already slipped into the kitchen, and when she glanced his way, he said, "What sort of host would I be if I didn't provide beverages?"

"...True." She sank down onto the loveseat, while Sora climbed into one of the armchairs. "But just so we're clear, Ringabel, Sora and I are just as willing to listen to you as you are to me."

"And I appreciate it, dear, but right now, you are my utmost priority!" He set a kettle down on the stove. "So! Any preferences in drinks? I could share that wine with you, Aqua, or if you prefer, there's coffee, tea, and even a bit of hot chocolate."

"Really? But I thought you didn't care for sweets."

"I don't, but Edea's rather… passionate about sugar, to say the least."

...Ah. So her suspicions were true, then.

It seemed in poor taste to inquire further. Instead, Aqua looked to Sora who held up a note that read, 'COCOA!'

A giggle-inducing reaction. "All right, then. Make that one cup of hot chocolate for Sora, and tea for me."

"Consider it done!" And so he reached into the cupboards, pulling out a bag of coffee mix, cocoa, and a box of teabags. Then, he strolled back to the couch, plopping down right next to Aqua. "So! Are you feeling any better?"

"A little bit." The change in scenery certainly helped.

"Good, good! I'm glad to hear it." His fingers rapped at the armrest. "But… what was all that about, anyway?"

"Just…" How to put it. Aqua leaned back, searching for the right words. "It's all so strange. Everyone here has lost their homes. They've lost friends and loved ones, all because a Keybearer wasn't there for them."

"...Yet they're still smiling and laughing, despite it all?"

"Mm. It's just hard to tell how much of it's sincere, and how much is them putting on a brave face for the sake of those around them."

A light touch on her hand pulled Aqua's eyes wide open, and Ringabel let out a breathless laugh. "Are you certain you're not a mind reader, Aqua?"

Now it was her turn to laugh again. "Come again?"

"It's just… that's quite literally what I've been thinking throughout this entire night. And practically every other day, if we're being honest."

"So, is this the part where you finally tell the truth?"

"Well, we've come this far. But first…" He tightened his hold on her hand, locking eyes. "Be honest with me, Aqua. Why are you still here? After all, I've no doubt you and Sora have your own friends and loved ones to spend this holiday with."

Straight to the point, wasn't he? And he wasn't wrong. By all accounts, she and Sora could've spent their night with Kairi, Donald, and Goofy. Perhaps even Mickey. They could've visited worlds they'd explored so long ago, like Disney Town, Neverland, or Olympus Coliseum… An entire sky of possibilities hung in the heavens above.

But here they were, in the house of someone they'd just met a few weeks ago. On the outside looking in, it probably was a little strange.

"You're right. There are others we could have shared our Christmas with. Best friends, a student… Allies and close companions. But, you know… they still have each other. No matter how far apart we are, we can rest easy knowing that they're all just a short trip away."

A soft gasp escaped Ringabel. "You don't mean…"

"I do." No hesitation. She'd seen enough to connect the dots. "Because, Ringabel, I know loneliness better than anyone."

He leaned back, lifting his palms. "Me, lonely? Nonsense! Grandship's easily one of the most bustling hubs in the entire universe."

"I know. My point still stands."

"But, Aqua, you're a Keyblade Master! You must have friends across the entire cosmos!"

"Maybe, but didn't you hear what I said before? About the Ream of Darkness."

"…Oh." He wilted, gazing down at his hands. "And you truly spent the past decade there?"

"All alone, wandering day after day, hour after hour, with only the Heartless and my own thoughts to keep me company." She paused. "…They weren't pleasant thoughts."

In the corner of her eye, she saw Sora crawling up to the couch. Once he got close enough, she reached down to ruffle his hair.

"And I know it must be hard, having to hide. Not being heard…"

He nodded slowly, blowing a small puff of air.

Ringabel, on the other hand, stayed eerily quiet at first. He gazed off into the distance, leaning sideways into the armrest.

"…How old were you when this happened, Aqua?"

"Eighteen." And then it hit her. "…I guess that means I'm technically almost thirty." How strange to consider, when she hadn't aged a day.

"Really?!" This yanked Ringabel's focus right back to her. "Well. In that case, you look incredible for your age! …N-not that thirty's old by any means. If anything, you're in your prime!"

And again, for… well, by now she'd lost count, Aqua laughed. Why was he so good at that? "It's okay. I'm not offended." She'd be surprised too, if the tables were turned and he was in her position. "But I won't lie and say I'm okay. The truth is, I still find it hard to sleep in the dark. And that's when I remember to sleep at all. Or eat."

"Aqua…"

"But I'm still lucky. I have Sora, Ven, Kairi, Donald, and Goofy. But you…" She peered out at the kitchen and to the empty chairs at that table. "No matter how many refugees you rescue, you're still missing the people closest to you. And you can't tell me that doesn't hurt."

"I… No. You're right. It does hurt. I spend so much time scouring the worlds. I've reunited so many friends and families, and yet the people I cherish are still… sorely missing. And I suppose, at times, it does make me a tad… envious. But I can't exactly say it, now, can I? Not when there are so many others in my position, many whom I've yet to meet."

"Of course. But you're still entitled to your feelings, Ringabel. You shouldn't feel guilty for missing the people you love."

"…Right." He twiddled his thumbs, face downcast. "Aqua, I must say… it's still a bit astonishing."

"What is?"

"Just… You. Your compassion. Your understanding. I know my flirting must have been awkward for you, never mind the mistletoe."

Oh. Aqua brushed a hand against her cheek. "Well, I'd be lying if I said it didn't catch me off guard, but… Honestly? I don't mind it that much. You obviously mean well, and besides… it is pretty flattering."

"Oh. Good! After all, you've been so generous thus far. And the last thing I want is to offend someone as wonderful—let alone important as you."

Goodness. There he was again with the flattery. Aqua threaded her fingers together and stared down at the table. It only dawned on her then that they were supposed to be eating.

So she picked up one of the plates, prodding the food with a fork. Come to think of it, wasn't he boiling—

The howl of the kettle made Ringabel jolt to his feet. "The drinks! Curses, I almost—"

But it seemed Sora was one step ahead. He scampered straight past the duo, dashed into the kitchen, and turned the kettle off with just the twist of a knob. He then flashed the two a thumbs up before hopping onto the counter and prying open the cupboards.

And so Ringabel fell against the cushions again. "As I was saying, though… It's still unbelievable that you're here at all."

"Oh, come on. I know I'm a Keyblade Master, but I'm still as human as you are."

"Well, yes, I know that much, but the mind and heart seldom see eye to eye. Just look at you, apologizing for matters well beyond your control. And I'm sure you're well aware of that fact."

"…Touché." She walked into that one. "Honestly, it's still hard to shake that mindset. My entire life, I've trained to fight for the greater good. And before I fell to the Darkness, everything was so different. Sure, there were threats to the worlds, but nothing that could destroy them. And there were walls keeping them apart. Preserving the balance…"

"And now there is no balance. Merely chaos. And you're stuck fighting insurmountable odds, trying to save as many as possible, even though you're just one person, and there's only so much you can do." Ringabel bent forward, caressing his forehead. "If we're being truly honest here, there are times when it's… difficult to find the strength to smile. Even getting up in the morning is a chore…"

"I know." Light, how could she not? But now it was her turn to place a hand over his. To scoot closer and provide the support she'd only wished she had during that decade alone. "There was a time where I almost forgot how to smile."

"Oh. I'm… truly sorry, Aqua. I suppose even my own struggles pale in comparison."

"Hey. This isn't a contest. And it wouldn't be fair to disregard your pain, because… well. This'll probably sound strange, but you remind me of myself. …Minus the flirting."

He raised an eyebrow. "What? You've never even tried?"

"Well, no." Was that strange? "I've never had the time nor luxury to think about flirting, dates, romance… And definitely not kissing."

Ringabel's free hand flew to his chest, and he let out the most dramatic gasp she'd ever heard. "You mean to tell me that despite your beauty, courage, and overall selflessness, you've never once been kissed?"

She snorted. "Well, what was I supposed to do? Kiss a Heartless?"

Sora placed a coffee cup on the counter, frowning at Aqua.

She was quick to add, "Not like you, Sora. I mean the feral, bloodthirsty kind."

"Well said!" Ringabel flashed him a grin. "You're such a charming young man. I'm certain you'll find suitors aplenty with enough patience!"

Aw. Sora's cheeks puffed up, and he rubbed the back of his neck. If he weren't in the next room over, Aqua would've patted his head once again.

But seeing how he had drinks to prepare, she'd hold off for now.

And after taking a small nibble of a fish fillet, Ringabel addressed her again. "At any rate, I suppose I can see it. I may not wield a Keyblade, but I've certainly gotten more than I'd bargained for by opening Grandship to so many lost souls."

"And do you regret it?"

"Not in the slightest! Sure, it's… overwhelming at times, and I certainly didn't need to scour the cosmos, wage war against the Heartless, and thrust myself into matters beyond my control. But on the other hand, it just feels… natural, really. Like an extension of my journey back on Luxendarc and everything my friends and I strived for."

"And you called me selfless." Well, Ringabel wasn't exactly wrong. Still, this merely led Aqua to perhaps her most important point. "But Ringabel, that's just it. You know what it's like to carry the weight of the universe on your shoulders. You've got so many people who look up to you… and it's comforting to know that there's someone out there who really understands."

"And that's why you're here, isn't it?"

Aqua nodded. "I know it's not the same as having your friends here, but I figured we could at least help fill that void somehow."

"I… I see."

Several seconds of silence passed between the two before Sora returned to the room with a plate of coffee cups balanced on his hand.

"Aw, Sora…" Just when Aqua thought he couldn't get more charming, here he was, proving her wrong. He even passed her the tea with a cute little bow. "Thank you."

He grinned, passing Ringabel his coffee before finally plopping in his armchair.

It seemed his return was a welcome diversion, as Ringabel finally spoke again. "Sora, is everything all right? I can't imagine it took that long to prepare our drinks."

But Sora just shrugged, sipping from his cocoa. His doofy smile spoke volumes.

"…You just wanted to give us some space, didn't you?" said Aqua.

Sora set his cup down, writing another note. 'Hey, you guys had a lot to get off your chests.'

"Well, he's not wrong," Ringabel said. "It's funny. When I first planned this whole holiday bonanza, I'd hoped that everyone would forget all their woes… and yet here we are, spilling our hearts to one another."

"And do you feel better?"

"Well, do you?"

"Mm. Much better."

"Well, there you have it! I guess Christmas miracles really do exist."

…

At this rate, Aqua was going to have to make a tally of how many times he made her laugh.

The pout that followed really didn't help. "What? I'm speaking from the heart!"

"I know. It's just… I'm glad. That you're okay, that is." Aqua just needed to take a few breaths, lest she swallow her tea down the wrong pipe. "So, Sora. Don't you think it's time we gave Ringabel his present?"

"Y-you—"

Sora rubbed his hands together, while Aqua rose from the couch.

"We wouldn't come all this way without giving you a gift too."

And so Sora reached into the pocket of his jacket, pulling out a rectangular package wrapped in blue, snow-flake patterned paper. When Sora placed it into Ringabel's hands, Ringabel spent several seconds staring at the gift, as if he didn't truly believe it was real.

And then he peeled back the wrapping, but by bit, revealing squares of colored glass melded together in a mosaic. First one little corner poked out, then half of a lid. Before long, the entire glass case appeared, clear as day.

"I… what is…?"

"Why don't you open it up and see?"

He did just that, undoing the latch. Inside, several pens lay nestled together. Perfect for endless hours of journaling and sketching.

His hands trembled slightly as he looked upon his gift.

Sora approached him first, pressing a hand on his knee. The other held up his notebook. 'I know what it's like to do a lotta writing, so I thought I'd give you some of my favorite pens.'

Aqua leaned over Ringabel's shoulder and tapped the edge of the box. "And I made this case so you'd have a safe place to carry them."

"Y-you made this yourself…?"

"Of course. I thought it'd be more personal that way."

His shoulders bobbed with hoarse laughter, and he reached up to wipe an eye. "All this, in such a short time? The visit was one thing. A gift was another, but this…" He took a shaky breath, then released it. "How will I ever repay you for your kindness?"

Sora waved his hand like it was no big deal.

"Ringabel, how many times do I have to tell you? Your friendship's more than enough for the two of us."

"You say that, yet you're also planning to reunite me with my lost friends." He set the pen case down, standing tall with his fists clenched. "So, please! Let me do something in exchange. Perhaps…" He looked to the wall of souvenirs and sketches, then snapped his fingers. "I know! I'll draw a portrait with those lovely new pens. Surely that will do!"

She could have objected. Could have insisted that he take the gift with no strings attached…

But something told Aqua that wouldn't fly. And besides, one handmade gift for another seemed fair enough, really.

So she relented. "All right, Ringabel. Just tell us what we need to do."

And so, once they'd had their fill of food, Ringabel pulled out his journal and put those new pens to good use. His only instruction was to hold a comfortable pose. Something that she and Sora could look upon with fondness.

Thus, Aqua knelt beside Sora, resting an arm over his shoulders while he flashed a big, broad smile.

Then, after several minutes, he tore the page from his journal, signed it in eloquent cursive, and passed it to the duo.

And though no cameras nor film were used, the delicate pen strokes captured the moment in impeccable detail, from each spiky tuft of Sora's hair to the heart-shaped pendant over Aqua's chest.

"…It's lovely." Aqua rose from the floor, and after setting the picture on the table, pulled him into a hug.

Ringabel yelped at the sudden contact, but after a few seconds frozen in place, he settled into it. "…Ah. You're welco—" Before he could finish, Sora hopped up and joined in. "Well. All right then. I suppose I should have seen this coming?"

"Sorry." Aqua pulled back a little. "I just thought… perhaps you'd appreciate it, too. I know you've been through a lot."

"Mm. Well, you're not wrong! And I suppose it's only fair, after what happened earlier."

Sora let go of Ringabel's back, bumping his leg with the back of his fist.

"Oh, you find it funny, do you?"

He crossed his arms, eyes crinkled and smirk impossible to miss.

Aqua covered her mouth… but on the positive side, at least she held back her laughter this time.

Just barely, though.

But then, amidst the laughter, the bliss, and the shared gifts, something strange happened.

It started with a rustling from the fireplace.

Its door creaked open, and when Sora, Aqua, and Ringabel turned around, a slender, spindly arm poked out and tossed three presents at their feet.

The red sleeve was impossible to mistake, but was that hand… skeletal?

The arm vanished too soon for Aqua to tell, though up above she could hear a wild, "HO HO HO!"

Sora's jaw dropped, and he skittered over to the presents. His claws tore through the wrapping paper, and he pulled out…

A shrunken head?!

Aqua gasped at the sight. Screams broke out all around.

Outside, Jack Sparrow shrieked. "GAH! IT'S THE UNDEAD MONKEY!"

At that moment, one thing became crystal clear.

This was one Christmas they would not soon forget.

x.x.x

A/N: I meant to post this on Christmas, but a number of circumstances prevented me from finishing it in time. So! Here we are with a Christmas-themed update a day late. :P Better late than never, I guess? Oh, and. I get the feeling Axel'sChakrams8 is gonna like this one.

This scene is one I've had in mind for a while, but I kept putting it off because it was too early. At one point, I actually wanted to write a bunch of different Christmas oneshots set during TYB, but this was the one I had the clearest plan for. Perhaps some other time, I'll write the others.

So… why this scene out of all the options? Simple! I missed writing Ringabel, missed writing Grandship, and I thought it'd be really cute if Sora and Aqua visited him during the holidays. Since there's such a long stretch of time between when they first met him and the end of TYB, I figured it made sense that they'd still pop by periodically, and with how open and trusting they are come The Burden of Failure, having Aqua and Ringabel establish more of that trust here just felt appropriate.

Big thanks to my editor, chickenscrews, for the ending gag suggestion and to primrose from the Rogue Nebula server for suggesting the joke with Jack Sparrow and firstborns. Also, lemme know if you can spot all the Disney cameos here. Lucca and Robo from Chrono Trigger were also present.

Anyway, a new All That's Left chapter is on its way, too. My editor and I just have to finish touching up one of the fight scenes, so stay tuned!