Warning: Inter-species m/m fluff
Small Packages
Big hearts came in small packages. Ever since meeting the Keyblade Master and his friends, Leon had long ago learned the truth behind that simple sentiment. The size of one's heart could not be determined by the size of one's body. Whatever else Leon might think of Sora and his companions, he could not deny that they had the biggest hearts of anyone he'd ever met.
Sora's travels sometimes brought him back to Radiant Garden. Leon looked forward to these visits more and more. When Sora came, Leon was able to see him. A faint smile touched Leon's lips at that thought. The gummi ship had landed that afternoon. Leon hadn't been able to meet up with Sora because he'd been clearing Heartless out of the castle.
But that didn't matter, for he would wait for Leon. They would catch up on each other's adventures. Leon listened mostly. He enjoyed the tales of far-off worlds. His duty to his own world kept him in Radiant Garden. But, one day, when Radiant Garden was again truly radiant, Leon vowed that he, too, would visit other worlds.
'Certainly we are an odd pair,' Leon mused as he skulked along the broken path towards the postern. The occasional Heartless crossed Leon's path, but it dissolved into wisps of darkness as he struck out with his gunblade. Leon was as economical with his actions as with his words. Few Heartless dared to attempt stealing Leon's heart. While not the brightest of beasts, even the Heartless could dimly recognize that attacking this particular young man would ultimately lead to their destruction.
He waited at the postern, sitting at the view window and staring out at Radiant Garden's night sky. Leon stepped up beside him, resting his hands on the window's edge. "So many worlds under the same sky, looking up at the same stars," he said by way of greeting. Leon merely nodded his agreement.
Small fingers stroked Leon's hands, feeling out the callouses left from many hours of training. When not rebuilding his world, Leon honed his body. He was both a tool and a weapon meant to help Radiant Garden become what it once was.
"Your hands smell like gun oil," he said. Again, Leon only nodded. He need not waste words when he didn't have to.
Though sometimes Leon did have something to say. Tonight, he said, "Tell me of what has happened since you were last here."
He took out his journal and began to read.