All right non-BTWY-ers you must read this. Thistle is my OC. The bad guy
in BTWY was named Vide (it means empty if French if you want to know.). He
infused darkness into Thistle's heart, FORCEFULLY. As in Thistle didn't
want to turn to darkness.
Ok, so Thistle's heart is weak, Dandin gets mortally wounded, and Thistle
hasn't told him how she feels about him (which is HELLO love!). So on
impulse she kisses him and somehow gives him her strength so he can
recover. Thistle's heart is so weak that she almost dies, actually Dandin
and co. thought she was, then Vide senses her weakened heart and seizes the
chance to capture it. She is then forced to obey him, as the remaining
essence of her is trapped within her own heart.
Thistle becomes a zombie, if you will. Dandin believes that she's still
somewhere in there and so on a leap of faith he returns her kiss, as in he
kisses 'zombie Thistle.' That small reserve of strength that Thistle gave
Dandin is forced back into 'zombie Thistle' and it's enough to break her
prison. Wohooo so Vide's gone, right?
"Not Again"
By: Catty Engles
"Thistle, stop." Kairi's wrist was dropped and the face withdrawn, but not before Kairi saw a shadow of annoyance cross it. A boy stood in the doorway to Kairi's room. He leaned against the jam and spoke out of the side of his full mouth; a habit Kairi assumed was his usual demeanor, judging by the deep laugh lines etched on his young face. He was maybe twenty or so. His blond hair fell into alarmingly green eyes. They twinkled brighter than the pale lights.
"You've scared the poor thing half to death." He said with a derisive laugh "Just- just calm down, I'll handle this." He rested a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder. She jerked away, almost as if disgusted by his touch and stood, facing a corner, arms crossed.
The boy didn't seem surprised by her reaction. Instead, he smiled winningly at Kairi, "You get used to it." He half-laughed, as if Kairi and him were old friends.
"I heard that." Was murmured from the corner. The boy rolled his green eyes and plopped onto the side of Kairi's bed. Her jaw relaxed. She hadn't noticed that she was clenching it. He offered her a small green bottle. Kairi hesitated.
"I'm not going to poison you. Have you never seen a potion before?" Kairi winced, she was reminded that she knew so little about the world outside her island, and took the proffered bottle. It was cool to the touch. She felt the healing start even before she began to drink.
Kairi closed her eyes in exultation and swallowed greedily, licking her lips when she was done. She yelped when she noticed that she was glowing a faint green. The boy laughed heartily and patted her knee. She felt the calluses on his palm even through the blanket. This boy was a fighter.
Kairi's head cleared, the pounding reduced to a persistent thud. She smiled gratefully at the boy.
"I'm Dandin, and this is Thistle." He patted his own chest, and then gestured to the stormy figure, concealed by shadows.
Kairi nodded, "I'm Kairi, uh, nice to meet you." The formalities seemed out of place to Kairi, seeing as she had been scared out of her wits only moments before. Kairi straightened the coverlet that was draped around her thin frame. She clenched her fists, willing herself to be brave and to speak what was on her mind. Dandin beat her to it.
"Kairi, I'm sorry to be so forward, but we need to know how you came upon that keyblade."
Kairi let her chin drop to her chest and spoke in a low voice. "I really don't know. I was on my island one minute and then here the next. It was just in my hand."
Dandin turned to Thistle. "Is that how he got it?" He said in a muffled tone.
Thistle shrugged, still facing the corner. "I never thought to ask."
Kairi listened, politely confused. Who were they talking about? Thistle whirled around, and stalked toward Kairi. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight, regarding her with an odd look.
A pang of guilt wrenched at Thistle's heart. Why was she so impulsive? Thistle wasn't bad; she just jumped to conclusions too often. The last time Thistle had seen that blade it was wielded by one of her closest companions. If that wretched girl had done anything to Mickey, Thistle would rip her to bits. But now, she wasn't so sure.
Kairi's heart was joined, she realized with a jolt. Why hadn't she noticed this before?
'Joined' was the only way that Thistle could barely begin to explain the phenomenon. When two or more hearts were strongly connected, they blazed with immeasurably beautiful light. Kairi's held that light so tightly that it was almost blinding.
Ever since the. . . incident, Thistle had retained some small awareness of being completely immersed by darkness. When she was Vide's pawn, she no longer thought for herself. People were not of flesh and blood, but of hearts, hearts she could consume, use, and control. Now, she was still vaguely aware of those hearts. She saw them as glimmers, not often, but often enough to distinguish small variations. Kairi's burned sky blue almost singing its grief, but the blue was laced with a sliver of silver.
Thistle reached out with her mind. She touched the silver. Mocking blue eyes danced across her vision, followed by unruly brown hair, and thin, but muscular shoulders, a necklace in the shape of a crown hung in front of the narrow chest.
'So, you're in love little one.' She thought. Thistle unconsciously smiled at Kairi. Her eyes softened and the tension relaxed from her shoulders. Kairi had felt the probe. She began to wonder if Thistle wasn't all that she seemed.
"Do you know a Mickey, by any chance?" Kairi nodded. King Mickey, she'd heard the name often when. . . when she and Sora were one. Suddenly, Kairi was fighting tears. She bit the inside of her cheek, willing herself not to cry. Thistle noticed Kairi's overly bright eyes.
On an impulse she grabbed the small girl in a warm hug. Kairi was completely thrown for a loop. Thoughts of Sora were pushed to the back of her mind. Thistle released her and held onto Kairi's wrist, like before, but gentler.
"He's alright. Don't ask me how I know, I just do." Kairi's eyes widened, but she nodded silently. Thistle stood. She ruffled Kairi's hair. The older girl turned and exited the room without any further comment.
Dandin hid his bemusement. Instead, he threw up his hands defensively and mumbled, "Don't ask me." He sprang up from the mattress and headed toward the door also. He paused at the jam and peered back at Kairi, "Do try and get some sleep. It will do you well." With that, he closed the door behind him with a decisive click.
Kairi's mind was in turmoil. 'How does he expect me to get to sleep?! I bet I'll lay awake for hours.' The potion's effects began to wear off. Kairi was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Dandin trotted down the hotel's long hallway and caught up to Thistle. She paused at her room's entrance. Dandin looped an arm around her waist. 'She's doing it again.' Dandin thought, 'Remembering the time she had no light, that's over now, I saved her.' The boy didn't know the half of it.
"Thistle, what's wrong." Dandin coaxed her into his arms. Thistle hesitated and turned away. He gently turned her back. Dandin gazed levelly into Thistle's amethyst eyes, dropping all silly-ness he said, "You can tell me, you know. It won't change anything." Thistle nodded. She smiled weakly at him and gave him a swift, warm hug. Dandin grinned broadly, assured. He pecked her on the cheek and whispered, "G'night."
"Night." Thistle answered. Dandin loped off down the hall. Thistle turned the plain handle and entered her room. She didn't bother to undress. Slipping into bed, Thistle surrendered herself to sleep.
Amethyst eyes stared at her from the darkness, Thistle's amethyst eyes. The cruel laugh echoed around her skull. As Thistle's eyes flew open a vision flashed before them. An aqua heart faded into darkness.
"Not again."
***
Sora wearily gazed at the pale blue sky that was the ceiling of his bedroom. Goofy and Donald gave him this room as a joke. Painted with cottony clouds and endlessly rolling green hills, it was anything but masculine or heroic. He smiled faintly.
Sora was glad to be in bed. The kingdom had been in an uproar when word of Mickey's return got out. A spur-of-the-moment dinner was improvised. The friends sat on a high table overlooking the ravishing ballroom floor. Sora had been so confused. Endless amounts of food stretched in front of him, but also endless amounts of flatware. Daisy had to keep correcting him.
"No dear, that's a soup spoon, not a dessert one, try the little one there- no there, by your left hand. You'll get the hang of it soon, Sora." But Sora did not 'get the hang of it.' He was caught eating salad with a dinner fork, beef with a cutting knife, and gelatin with a cracking spoon. His head was in a whirl even before the dancing began.
Mickey and Minnie led the traditional dances. They were both lost in each other's eyes, and so they weren't a big help. Sora tried the two-step, the mouse-trot, and the kingdom's waltz. Nothing worked for him. Donald and Goofy snickered until Daisy glared at them pointedly.
Sora had wished numerous times that Kairi was there, and had been thankful even more times that Riku was not. Riku was a natural at everything and would have shown Sora up no problem.
Sora snuggled further into his comforter. It was too soft. After a month of sleeping on hard ground and open sky, the bed felt suffocating. He tossed and turned, getting tangled in the unfamiliar sheets. Grumbling to himself, he rolled onto the floor.
"Sheesh, you'd think I'd enjoy a bed." Sora threw a pillow and the fluffy coverlet on the hard wood planking. He nestled into his makeshift bed. Sora only had time to smile derisively at his oddities before he succumbed to a deep sleep.
In the morning Minnie woke early, as she had done for as long as she could remember. She nodded an acknowledgment to the fat old mouse-wife that was readying this morning's breakfast, pancakes. Minnie popped two piping hot scones in her mouth and danced on the spot, interminably enjoying the flavor and trying to cool her tongue. She grabbed up five plates and tried to manage them, food and all, when Mickey sidled in behind her. He lovingly pecked her on the cheek and took three of the five plates.
Whispering conspiratorially, they climbed the winding staircase that led to the friends' bedrooms. Minnie went to Donald and Daisy's room first, grasping the two steaming plate-fulls. She almost tripped on Donald in the doorway. He too had found the beds too soft.
Pandemonium ensued as pancakes went one way, Minnie another. The tinkle of good china breaking and Donald's surprised yelps, brought Daisy from her sleep. She woke to a very sticky Donald. He had been drenched in syrup. Daisy and Donald looked at Minnie apprehensively. Surrounded by ruined pancakes, strewn bed sheets, and broken china, she laughed. Her high pitched giggle instantly broke the tension in the room and the trio laughed uproariously.
Mickey stood at the doorway. Trailing behind him were a half-asleep Goofy and a very groggy Sora. His spikes were in helpless disarray.
Sora scratched the back of his head and said through a yawn, "What's so funny?"
Minnie simply shook her head and motioned to a small table in the corner of the room. There was only room for four. Sora and Mickey volunteered to sit on the ground. Happy chatter and the tinkle of silverware on the china gave the room a homely air. Mickey kept catching Sora glancing at him with a strange look in his eyes.
Mickey picked at the remaining bits of pancakes on his plate. Sora had barely touched his. Mickey sighed, and stood up.
"I'll take the trays." Minnie half got up to help Mickey but he froze her with a pointed stare. "Sora, won't you help me?"
Minnie sat back down, questions playing behind her eyes. Sora heaved himself off the floor and dutifully took Goofy and Minnie's plates. He followed Mickey out of the door and towards the stairs. Sora let his mind wander. If Mickey got out, could Riku? It had been bothering him ever since last night, but he had never gotten a chance to speak with Mickey.
The mouse rounded a corner and slipped into an unobtrusive side door. Sora obediently followed him through it. Mickey placed his plates on a paper- strewn desk. Shelves were flung high, grazing the towering ceiling. Each was packed to the bursting point with books. Mickey settled himself into an overstuffed dilapidated chair. Sora sat stiffly in high-backed leather one, directly across from Mickey, only the desk separating them.
Mickey sighed, and slipped a piece of paper from a concealed drawer behind the mahogany desk. He dipped a feathered quill into an inkwell and began to write a message. Sora waited impatiently; he twiddled his thumbs, deciding that this was NOT the kitchen and Mickey did NOT want him here to do dishes. Seconds stretched into minutes, the silence broken only by the scratching of the quill.
Sora perked up at a new sound that echoed around the library. The soft padding of feet stopped beside Mickey's chair. Sora leaned to the side and caught a glimpse of Pluto, sitting loyally beside Mickey. Sora quickly sat up again, after almost falling. Mickey laid the quill down and topped off the inkwell. He meticulously folded the letter and began to heat some wax. For the first time since Sora stepped into the library, Mickey made eye contact with him.
"Sora, I know what you want to ask me, and the answer is yes. Riku can be saved."
This time Sora really had to work to not fall out of his chair. He could have whooped for joy, but the muffling silence in the library and Mickey's serious demeanor restrained him. Instead, he bit his lip and gripped the chair's arms.
Mickey smiled, "Like I said, there will always be a door to the light, although maybe not tangible." Mickey dripped the liquid wax onto the letter and removed a signet ring from a small velvet box on the desk. He pressed the emblem into the hardening wax and admired the seal, three circles in the shape of Mickey's silhouette.
Mickey smiled again at the confused look on Sora's face. "I mean that our bodies, are tangible," Sora still looked confused, "Oh, sorry, I mean, tangible- something you can touch or feel. Ahem, our hearts and souls are not tangible, so therefore do not require a tangible door. Kingdom Hearts can not contain something so pure as a heart, even Riku's, once consumed by the darkness, proved that it was light. You saved Riku, Sora. You gave him his light, you and Kairi.
When Kingdom Hearts was sealed, our bodies were kept behind the door. I know Riku's heart escaped. I don't know where it is now. If we can find it and help it find the light, we can save him." Mickey smoothed the letter and gave it to Pluto. Pluto gently took it in his mouth. Mickey patted him on the head and said, "Thanks, pal."
Sora's mind raced with questions. He blurted out the one that came to his mind first. "Who's the letter for?"
"Kairi."
*** Okay so not much a cliffhanger but oh well! Happy Thanksgiving (even though it was yesterday)! And hopefully now you know why my story is called Joined. Thanks for all the reviews, I can tell some of you really like Riku, ahem. Happy REVIEWING, toodles.
"Not Again"
By: Catty Engles
"Thistle, stop." Kairi's wrist was dropped and the face withdrawn, but not before Kairi saw a shadow of annoyance cross it. A boy stood in the doorway to Kairi's room. He leaned against the jam and spoke out of the side of his full mouth; a habit Kairi assumed was his usual demeanor, judging by the deep laugh lines etched on his young face. He was maybe twenty or so. His blond hair fell into alarmingly green eyes. They twinkled brighter than the pale lights.
"You've scared the poor thing half to death." He said with a derisive laugh "Just- just calm down, I'll handle this." He rested a reassuring hand on the girl's shoulder. She jerked away, almost as if disgusted by his touch and stood, facing a corner, arms crossed.
The boy didn't seem surprised by her reaction. Instead, he smiled winningly at Kairi, "You get used to it." He half-laughed, as if Kairi and him were old friends.
"I heard that." Was murmured from the corner. The boy rolled his green eyes and plopped onto the side of Kairi's bed. Her jaw relaxed. She hadn't noticed that she was clenching it. He offered her a small green bottle. Kairi hesitated.
"I'm not going to poison you. Have you never seen a potion before?" Kairi winced, she was reminded that she knew so little about the world outside her island, and took the proffered bottle. It was cool to the touch. She felt the healing start even before she began to drink.
Kairi closed her eyes in exultation and swallowed greedily, licking her lips when she was done. She yelped when she noticed that she was glowing a faint green. The boy laughed heartily and patted her knee. She felt the calluses on his palm even through the blanket. This boy was a fighter.
Kairi's head cleared, the pounding reduced to a persistent thud. She smiled gratefully at the boy.
"I'm Dandin, and this is Thistle." He patted his own chest, and then gestured to the stormy figure, concealed by shadows.
Kairi nodded, "I'm Kairi, uh, nice to meet you." The formalities seemed out of place to Kairi, seeing as she had been scared out of her wits only moments before. Kairi straightened the coverlet that was draped around her thin frame. She clenched her fists, willing herself to be brave and to speak what was on her mind. Dandin beat her to it.
"Kairi, I'm sorry to be so forward, but we need to know how you came upon that keyblade."
Kairi let her chin drop to her chest and spoke in a low voice. "I really don't know. I was on my island one minute and then here the next. It was just in my hand."
Dandin turned to Thistle. "Is that how he got it?" He said in a muffled tone.
Thistle shrugged, still facing the corner. "I never thought to ask."
Kairi listened, politely confused. Who were they talking about? Thistle whirled around, and stalked toward Kairi. She crossed her arms and shifted her weight, regarding her with an odd look.
A pang of guilt wrenched at Thistle's heart. Why was she so impulsive? Thistle wasn't bad; she just jumped to conclusions too often. The last time Thistle had seen that blade it was wielded by one of her closest companions. If that wretched girl had done anything to Mickey, Thistle would rip her to bits. But now, she wasn't so sure.
Kairi's heart was joined, she realized with a jolt. Why hadn't she noticed this before?
'Joined' was the only way that Thistle could barely begin to explain the phenomenon. When two or more hearts were strongly connected, they blazed with immeasurably beautiful light. Kairi's held that light so tightly that it was almost blinding.
Ever since the. . . incident, Thistle had retained some small awareness of being completely immersed by darkness. When she was Vide's pawn, she no longer thought for herself. People were not of flesh and blood, but of hearts, hearts she could consume, use, and control. Now, she was still vaguely aware of those hearts. She saw them as glimmers, not often, but often enough to distinguish small variations. Kairi's burned sky blue almost singing its grief, but the blue was laced with a sliver of silver.
Thistle reached out with her mind. She touched the silver. Mocking blue eyes danced across her vision, followed by unruly brown hair, and thin, but muscular shoulders, a necklace in the shape of a crown hung in front of the narrow chest.
'So, you're in love little one.' She thought. Thistle unconsciously smiled at Kairi. Her eyes softened and the tension relaxed from her shoulders. Kairi had felt the probe. She began to wonder if Thistle wasn't all that she seemed.
"Do you know a Mickey, by any chance?" Kairi nodded. King Mickey, she'd heard the name often when. . . when she and Sora were one. Suddenly, Kairi was fighting tears. She bit the inside of her cheek, willing herself not to cry. Thistle noticed Kairi's overly bright eyes.
On an impulse she grabbed the small girl in a warm hug. Kairi was completely thrown for a loop. Thoughts of Sora were pushed to the back of her mind. Thistle released her and held onto Kairi's wrist, like before, but gentler.
"He's alright. Don't ask me how I know, I just do." Kairi's eyes widened, but she nodded silently. Thistle stood. She ruffled Kairi's hair. The older girl turned and exited the room without any further comment.
Dandin hid his bemusement. Instead, he threw up his hands defensively and mumbled, "Don't ask me." He sprang up from the mattress and headed toward the door also. He paused at the jam and peered back at Kairi, "Do try and get some sleep. It will do you well." With that, he closed the door behind him with a decisive click.
Kairi's mind was in turmoil. 'How does he expect me to get to sleep?! I bet I'll lay awake for hours.' The potion's effects began to wear off. Kairi was asleep before her head hit the pillow.
Dandin trotted down the hotel's long hallway and caught up to Thistle. She paused at her room's entrance. Dandin looped an arm around her waist. 'She's doing it again.' Dandin thought, 'Remembering the time she had no light, that's over now, I saved her.' The boy didn't know the half of it.
"Thistle, what's wrong." Dandin coaxed her into his arms. Thistle hesitated and turned away. He gently turned her back. Dandin gazed levelly into Thistle's amethyst eyes, dropping all silly-ness he said, "You can tell me, you know. It won't change anything." Thistle nodded. She smiled weakly at him and gave him a swift, warm hug. Dandin grinned broadly, assured. He pecked her on the cheek and whispered, "G'night."
"Night." Thistle answered. Dandin loped off down the hall. Thistle turned the plain handle and entered her room. She didn't bother to undress. Slipping into bed, Thistle surrendered herself to sleep.
Amethyst eyes stared at her from the darkness, Thistle's amethyst eyes. The cruel laugh echoed around her skull. As Thistle's eyes flew open a vision flashed before them. An aqua heart faded into darkness.
"Not again."
***
Sora wearily gazed at the pale blue sky that was the ceiling of his bedroom. Goofy and Donald gave him this room as a joke. Painted with cottony clouds and endlessly rolling green hills, it was anything but masculine or heroic. He smiled faintly.
Sora was glad to be in bed. The kingdom had been in an uproar when word of Mickey's return got out. A spur-of-the-moment dinner was improvised. The friends sat on a high table overlooking the ravishing ballroom floor. Sora had been so confused. Endless amounts of food stretched in front of him, but also endless amounts of flatware. Daisy had to keep correcting him.
"No dear, that's a soup spoon, not a dessert one, try the little one there- no there, by your left hand. You'll get the hang of it soon, Sora." But Sora did not 'get the hang of it.' He was caught eating salad with a dinner fork, beef with a cutting knife, and gelatin with a cracking spoon. His head was in a whirl even before the dancing began.
Mickey and Minnie led the traditional dances. They were both lost in each other's eyes, and so they weren't a big help. Sora tried the two-step, the mouse-trot, and the kingdom's waltz. Nothing worked for him. Donald and Goofy snickered until Daisy glared at them pointedly.
Sora had wished numerous times that Kairi was there, and had been thankful even more times that Riku was not. Riku was a natural at everything and would have shown Sora up no problem.
Sora snuggled further into his comforter. It was too soft. After a month of sleeping on hard ground and open sky, the bed felt suffocating. He tossed and turned, getting tangled in the unfamiliar sheets. Grumbling to himself, he rolled onto the floor.
"Sheesh, you'd think I'd enjoy a bed." Sora threw a pillow and the fluffy coverlet on the hard wood planking. He nestled into his makeshift bed. Sora only had time to smile derisively at his oddities before he succumbed to a deep sleep.
In the morning Minnie woke early, as she had done for as long as she could remember. She nodded an acknowledgment to the fat old mouse-wife that was readying this morning's breakfast, pancakes. Minnie popped two piping hot scones in her mouth and danced on the spot, interminably enjoying the flavor and trying to cool her tongue. She grabbed up five plates and tried to manage them, food and all, when Mickey sidled in behind her. He lovingly pecked her on the cheek and took three of the five plates.
Whispering conspiratorially, they climbed the winding staircase that led to the friends' bedrooms. Minnie went to Donald and Daisy's room first, grasping the two steaming plate-fulls. She almost tripped on Donald in the doorway. He too had found the beds too soft.
Pandemonium ensued as pancakes went one way, Minnie another. The tinkle of good china breaking and Donald's surprised yelps, brought Daisy from her sleep. She woke to a very sticky Donald. He had been drenched in syrup. Daisy and Donald looked at Minnie apprehensively. Surrounded by ruined pancakes, strewn bed sheets, and broken china, she laughed. Her high pitched giggle instantly broke the tension in the room and the trio laughed uproariously.
Mickey stood at the doorway. Trailing behind him were a half-asleep Goofy and a very groggy Sora. His spikes were in helpless disarray.
Sora scratched the back of his head and said through a yawn, "What's so funny?"
Minnie simply shook her head and motioned to a small table in the corner of the room. There was only room for four. Sora and Mickey volunteered to sit on the ground. Happy chatter and the tinkle of silverware on the china gave the room a homely air. Mickey kept catching Sora glancing at him with a strange look in his eyes.
Mickey picked at the remaining bits of pancakes on his plate. Sora had barely touched his. Mickey sighed, and stood up.
"I'll take the trays." Minnie half got up to help Mickey but he froze her with a pointed stare. "Sora, won't you help me?"
Minnie sat back down, questions playing behind her eyes. Sora heaved himself off the floor and dutifully took Goofy and Minnie's plates. He followed Mickey out of the door and towards the stairs. Sora let his mind wander. If Mickey got out, could Riku? It had been bothering him ever since last night, but he had never gotten a chance to speak with Mickey.
The mouse rounded a corner and slipped into an unobtrusive side door. Sora obediently followed him through it. Mickey placed his plates on a paper- strewn desk. Shelves were flung high, grazing the towering ceiling. Each was packed to the bursting point with books. Mickey settled himself into an overstuffed dilapidated chair. Sora sat stiffly in high-backed leather one, directly across from Mickey, only the desk separating them.
Mickey sighed, and slipped a piece of paper from a concealed drawer behind the mahogany desk. He dipped a feathered quill into an inkwell and began to write a message. Sora waited impatiently; he twiddled his thumbs, deciding that this was NOT the kitchen and Mickey did NOT want him here to do dishes. Seconds stretched into minutes, the silence broken only by the scratching of the quill.
Sora perked up at a new sound that echoed around the library. The soft padding of feet stopped beside Mickey's chair. Sora leaned to the side and caught a glimpse of Pluto, sitting loyally beside Mickey. Sora quickly sat up again, after almost falling. Mickey laid the quill down and topped off the inkwell. He meticulously folded the letter and began to heat some wax. For the first time since Sora stepped into the library, Mickey made eye contact with him.
"Sora, I know what you want to ask me, and the answer is yes. Riku can be saved."
This time Sora really had to work to not fall out of his chair. He could have whooped for joy, but the muffling silence in the library and Mickey's serious demeanor restrained him. Instead, he bit his lip and gripped the chair's arms.
Mickey smiled, "Like I said, there will always be a door to the light, although maybe not tangible." Mickey dripped the liquid wax onto the letter and removed a signet ring from a small velvet box on the desk. He pressed the emblem into the hardening wax and admired the seal, three circles in the shape of Mickey's silhouette.
Mickey smiled again at the confused look on Sora's face. "I mean that our bodies, are tangible," Sora still looked confused, "Oh, sorry, I mean, tangible- something you can touch or feel. Ahem, our hearts and souls are not tangible, so therefore do not require a tangible door. Kingdom Hearts can not contain something so pure as a heart, even Riku's, once consumed by the darkness, proved that it was light. You saved Riku, Sora. You gave him his light, you and Kairi.
When Kingdom Hearts was sealed, our bodies were kept behind the door. I know Riku's heart escaped. I don't know where it is now. If we can find it and help it find the light, we can save him." Mickey smoothed the letter and gave it to Pluto. Pluto gently took it in his mouth. Mickey patted him on the head and said, "Thanks, pal."
Sora's mind raced with questions. He blurted out the one that came to his mind first. "Who's the letter for?"
"Kairi."
*** Okay so not much a cliffhanger but oh well! Happy Thanksgiving (even though it was yesterday)! And hopefully now you know why my story is called Joined. Thanks for all the reviews, I can tell some of you really like Riku, ahem. Happy REVIEWING, toodles.