Authors note: After replaying Kingdom heart for the second time, I was compiled to write a fan fiction based on this game. Unfortunately I didn't have an ideal as to what to write. There are lots of great Kingdom Hearts Fic's Most of them are iased around Sora Kari or Riku, and hardly any based on my favorite KH character Donald Duck. Also something occurred to me after re- playing the game again. You weren't able to travel to Donald's, Goofy's and Mickey's home world. I began to wonder how the writers at Square Soft would have made their world, and this lead me to the ideal behind this Kingdom Hearts fic. I wonder what was going on back on the Disney world while Sora Goofy and Donald traveled from world to world fighting the heartless. So in this Fan fic, I'll show just that. I'll be borrowing characters from several Disney television cartoon shows, to use as main characters. Such as Goof Troupe, Duck Tails, Tail Spin ect. I'll also borrow heavily from some of my favorite Final fantasy games mainly Final fantasy tactic, and Final fantasy 10 to form the world in which these Disney characters live. Warning this Fic may have little Sora, Riku or Kari-ness, in it for you guys that are big fans of those characters. But I hope you enjoy it any way. Please review if you think I should continue it.
* I nether own any Kingdom Hearts characters or any Disney characters.*
The room was sparsely furnished, and was pedestrian at best but it was clean and it did come was a full-length mirror so she could properly ready her self for her big day. Daisy smoothed out he silky material of her dress and hooded robs, admiring her reflection. Her father and teachers told her the vanity was sin and not a worthy endeavor for a proper white mage. Daisy understood their warnings but she was both young and beautiful in form and spirit and she didn't see any harm in taking pride in it. She dawned her ear rings, and fingerings admiring the way the colors accented the colors of her eyes. Daisy turned her body slightly and wiggled her tail at her reflection. Growing up in a convent, she didn't get a chance to interact with male males, but she thought the pertness of her tail could capture any boy's eye. Daisy wanted to look her very best today. Then nervous energy made her hands tremble and her stomach quiver. Although Daisy didn't feel like the perfect example of the noble white mage breeding and schooling but she was determined to look like one for the ceremony.
Then checking her image once more, "Not a feather out of place, and not a smug of dirt to soil my white robs." she said to herself pleased. She was a beautiful example of her people, from her freshly preened feathers, her large deep blue eyes, to her full pouting bill. "In another year or so my bosom will fill out and I'll have all the boys after me." She thought naughtily. But her moment of girlish pleasure was over and her face assumed the stern, noble, emotionless look of a true white mage priestess as she left her assigned room.
The streets of the town surrounding the castle bustled with activity as everyone ready them selves and the town for the coronation of their new king and the engagement to the woman he'll marry. Children played their games, merchants sold their wears and visitors from near and far hurried about doing whatever normal people did. Daisy couldn't help feel a little envious of them all. She spent her childhood behind the temple walls of her people island home. From the day she was born till her 6th birthday she studied and readied herself to become a white magic user then she was shipped with much ceremony to the convent and spent the last half of her life becoming what she was, a master or white magic. She looked at the "Normal people", and again she wish she could have been among them. Daisy was only 14 years old and was already going through a mid life crisis. Other girls her age where learning weaving, cooking, music, and dating boys, all "lowly unworthy" things Daisy wanted so desperately to indulge herself in.
Shaking her head Daisy cursed herself for sliding into such a funk. This was to be her best friend's Princess Minnie special day. She and the Princess met at the convent and quickly because fast friends, the best of friends. And this would be the day the Princess would become engaged to Prince Mickey. As was the tradition the new couple that would one day rule the kingdom would choose their mystical advisors. Daisy was partly trilled that Minnie chosen her, but mostly she was horrified. The high priestess position would make her a person power and influence; her word would be second only to the king and queen them selves. The thought of having that much responsibility made her knees week.
Suddenly her thoughts were interrupted buy a child's cry. The young pup sat on the curb holding its bleeding knee. Daisy quickly assessed the situation, a child was playing some game, headless to where he was running and fell down cutting his knee. The cut wasn't large or deep but it must have seemed the way to the doe eyed 6-year-old boy. Daisy gracefully crossed over to the boy. Many onlookers noticed her robs and staff and instantly knew who she was and what she would some day be. The child cries of pain died down she approached and lowered her self to the ground.
Daisy smiled at the youngster saying, "Now, now. Don't cry like that. It wouldn't do for a handsome, strong young boy like you to cry so." The boy sat seemingly entranced with Daisy. She whispered a short spell as a faint warm glow bathed the boy's knee. Many onlookers gasped as the small cut closed its self not even leaving a scar. Daisy helped the dirty-faced child to his feet. "There you go, all better."
The boy finally came out of his awe, and said, "Wow your magic."
The boy was partly right, truth be told Daisy has not use any of her own magic but drew a bit of the boys natural mystical aura and his bodies own healing abilities. But she decided not to correct him. A cheer went up around her as the crowed clapped and fussed. Most folks weren't exposed to any magic so even this simple healing spell amazed him. Daisy suddenly became aware of the manner many of them looked at her. Some with pride, other with wonder, many with fear. Perhaps it was because many had never seen one of her kind before. Her people hardly ever left their home, which was a chain of some of the largest islands in the east. But her people magical abilities where both well know and well sought after. So many people looking at her, wondering what other powers and abilities she had, wondering what kind of priestess she would be. Daisy quickly found that she was terrified of crowds, and in one hour the entire kingdom would be looking at her as she accepted the mantel of court priestess. Before she even realized her feet where in motion fleeing from the crowed streets to the seclusion of the near by woods.
"Oh god I can't do it, it's too much! I don't want to be the court priestess, Minnie will just have to find someone else." But as soon at she said it she knew she couldn't let Minnie down. The princess was her only true friend, the only person that didn't just see her as Daisy the White mage, but simply as Daisy Duck her friend. Daisy sighed to her self, trying to calm her self. She still had an hour to steady her nerves. Hopefully it would be enough to get through the ceremony.
Wandered a bit deeper in the woods, Daisy found a comfortable looking log, to rest on. Meditation was a daily part of a white mage's training. "A few minutes of meditation and I'll be fine." Daisy voiced trying to convince herself. Settling herself on the moss-covered log Daisy closed her eyes, seeking the stillness of her thoughts. As her mind cleared and her spirit neared stillness, something else was there. A faint feeling, odd, alluring but alien to anything she's felt before. "Magic!" she said her eyes opening them selves from her mediation. It was definitely magic she felt but it wasn't like anything she's sensed in her short lifetime. She was a white mage, tuned to the ethereal flow of the mystical energies around her. Any usage of magic near her would immediately picked up by her senses. The way this magic reverberated through the air made her feathers stand on end. It was not white magic that was being used. "The black mage!" Daisy whispered almost afraid of the words them selves. She had heard that Prince Mickey's future mystical advisor was a Black mage. Like a moth to a flame Daisy followed the sensations she felt coming form the source of the black magics. As a child she was told stories of the horrible dark powers of the Black mages. Their ways, ideals and beliefs being diametrically opposite to her own white mage upbringing, she had always looked upon her dark magic using cousins with bit of apprehension. As a young girl she often imagined Black mages as shadowing ugly and twisted ducks. In her young minds eye when they talked fire flew forth from their mouths, blots of lighting constantly shot from their fingers. She would often dream of such evil beings would freeze her with their icy powers and carrying her off to be their white priestess virgin sacrifice. Despite the fear coursing through her veins and the loud thumping of her heart she was still drawn to that dark magic. She was so close she knew it because of way her feather trembled on her neck. Daisy's knees where weak but she needed to see this horrific creature with her own eyes. Daisy stepped into the clearing with much trepidation and was stopped in her track by what she saw.
He seemed about her own age, his feathers as white as her, only not as well preened which was pretty typical for males among her people. But not the horrible shadowy, scaly skinned creature she imagined. Upon his head he wore the large, black floppy hat, which symbolized his Dark magic schooling. The hat shadowed his face, so that only a faint glow from his eyes could be seen. In his hand was not some scary weapon of mass destruction but a silvery wand not much different then the staff she carried. All in all he was nether frightening, or hideous, but he seemed like a normal teenaged duck much like herself.
"Surly this normal looking boy wasn't one of the Ominous Dark mage she was warned about." Daisy thought to herself. So she focused her senses not on his appearance but on his power. Daisy peered past the physical through to his mystical aura and what she saw drew the breath from her lungs. The darkness and power of his aura swirled around him and into the atmosphere itself. His aura stretched into the environment coving everything, including her with black tendril like strands of pure energy. Now she could not only feel his power but now she saw it flow around, over and through her very being. Like a dark forbidden lover, the boy duck's dark magic caressed every inch of her body. The sensation seemed to by pass her feathers and tingle her skin. Then his power penetrated her through the physical exterior, seeming to try and reach her soul. Perhaps his dark magic was instinctively drawn to her white magic, but what ever it was seeking a small, naughty part of her wanted to feel more of these dark sensations. Daisy felt as if she was being drawn into his orbit, falling into his seemingly infinite magical potential. She'd never felt power like that of the normal seeming duck standing a few yards away from her. Daisy had to drawn her gaze away from him aura lest she loose herself. Once she steadied herself again she looked at him once again.
He seemed very focused on a large rock, in front of him. He slowly raised his wand and pointed at the bolder. With his eyes still closed his began to mutter. "Swirling bolts, shatter the earth with your power….Lighting!" he yelled to the sky. Daisy had to hold her laugher back when nothing came of his spell. The young dark mage looked the untouched rock before him then his anger seemed to boil over. His mouth opened and begain to quack long string of the dirtiest foulest curse words Daisy had ever heard in her innocent life. Daisy's bill burned and turned the deepest red blushed profusely as she received a quick education in words and concepts she's never been exposed to in the convent. The Boy duck rage seemed infinite then suddenly his turned his anger towards the heavens bringing a massive bolt of lighting, shooting forth from the sky, shattering and splitting the large bolder into tiny fragments. The shock wave from his spell caused Daisy to fall back on her pert tail. As pebbles and bits of rock fill from the sky, The boy's anger seemed to ebb away becoming calm and peaceful again. Wiping sweat from his forehead He finally noticed the on looker, and turned towards her.
Daisy stared at the smoldering hole in the ground where the rock once was. "Such horrific power! Is this the power of dark magic?" She said softly in her state of shock. Daisy then noticed the boy duck advancing on her. Suddenly she believed all of the old stories she heard of Black mages. Surly he would try and capture her using his terrible powers, ravaging her body, then killing her, or even worse. All of the protection spells and repulsion wards she learned over her lifetime seemed lost to her frightened mind. She could barley think let alone cast a spell as he loamed over her.
"Hey who are you toots?" his voice and accent where heavy with their native language. Daisy studied hard to learn the language called "Common" she spoke it so well she had totally lost her quacking accent, but The boy before her didn't seemed to have lost his. Not that she could fault him for it. Quack speak was a beautiful, graceful tongue, unlike the guttural and harsh language of Common. He continued to look at her hoping to get a response. "You do know how to speak don't you?" Daisy fear had not subsided so she could only manage a nod in the affirmative. The boy merely grinned at her dumb founded look. His smile was goofy but warm hearted perhaps Daisy had misjudged this boy. His hand reached out towards her, not to strike her or cast a spell but to help her to her feet. "The names Donald, Donald duck. Nice to meet ya." He spoke warmly looking into her large blue eyes.
During Daisy's up bringing at the Convent, Princess Minnie would occasionally sneak contraband and forbidden reading materials into their shared room. The princess seemed to be addicted to Romance stories, the more sordid and outlandish the better. Daisy would read them along with her friend but found many of the concepts in them like "Love and first sight" to be little more the foolish. That was until this moment. Nothing in her white magic schooling or in any of those love story books could have prepared her for this. For when her eyes meet Donald's, the cosmos melted away leaving only them as the center of their own private universe. She remembers feeling heat rush to her face, and tummy and other parts of her nether region turning flip flops. She also remembers the logical part of her mind trying to exercise control of her feeling. As Daisy placed her hands on His face, her brain reminded her of her schooling. As Donald place his own hands on her trembling frame Daisy's logic reminded her he was a Dark mage. As Daisy Bill met his, and their tongues snaked and swirled around each other kissing deeply, Daisy's brain screamed at her, That Black and White mages could never be together. As she felt his warm bill nuzzle the valley of her bosom, she fought with her self knowing what he was and what she was doing was strictly forbidden. Only after she pulled him down on top of her, and felt the exploding pleasure of his heated anatomy becoming one with hers as nature designed, did her mind finally give into her heart as they both rode the wave upon wave or sensation to their mutual culmination.
They both laid their for sometime clinging to each other, both knowing the scandalous ramifications, what they just did and what that now felt for each other. Their hands firmly intertwined, Daisy final spoke breaking the silence. "My Names Daisy Duck, Nice to me you too."
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Daisy opened her eyes coming out of her deep meditative state, a little shaken with the vision of the past she saw. "Oh phooey!" Daisy cursed. "I was trying to see the future not the past." Raising up from her plush bed Daisy felt down cast that she failed at reaching out across cross the cosmos to find the lost King Mickey. But mostly she was disheartened to not even be able to make contact with her beloved Donald. The "Second sight" is the ability to spread one's awareness out to see the past, understand the present and sometimes capture glimpses for the future. As one of the highest-ranking white mages in the land, this ability was normally child's play for her. When Donald and Goofy first left on their mission, it was a great comfort to Daisy to know that at any time she could slip into her meditation and connect with the short tempered Black mage. It was this ability plus the reports from Donald's nephews at Transverse town, that allowed Queen Minnie and her chef advisors to follow the progress of the Key blade master Sora and his party. "Oh Donald." She fought the tears that threatened to flow as the words slipped past her trembling bill. It was becoming increasingly difficult to sense Donald and the others as the dread Heartless overran more and more worlds. Her heart was heavy and her nights became more sleepless, but she was the Royal high priestess, and she had her duties to perform. Her best friend, her Queen needed her. Daisy gathered her courage and pushed aside her own sadness and walked out of her chamber to report to Queen Minnie.