This challenge belongs to the awesome WishingDreamer5, fifty pieces, involving the world Radiant Garden, also known as Hollow Bastion. I own nothing, all Kingdom Hearts characters belong to Tetsuya Nomura and Square Enix. Baby Mine belongs to Dumbo,composed by Frank Churchill and lyrics by Ned Washington.
Author's Note: This hearkens back to another piece, Oceanic Waves where Kairi was afraid of thunderstorms. Takes place before the destruction of Radiant Garden, and includes some song lyrics. Here's a link to the song on YouTube. /watch?v=LV5DOPOYU98
4. Baby
Tiny feet scuffled over the hardwood floors, pace quickened by fear and adrenaline. A flash of purple-white lightning sliced through the thunderhead above, briefly illuminating the dark house, as if someone had taken a picture through the windows with the flash on, punctuated by a cacophony of thunder.
A high-pitched yelp came from the figure; she held something soft and cuddly close to her stomach, as she reached her destination. Reaching up on tiptoe, the little girl twisted the brass doorknob open, pushing it open while trying not to let the hinges give off too loud a squeak. Another streak of lightning pushed the child over the edge, she scrambled onto the foot of the bed, holding her stuffed friend even tighter, to the point of a stranglehold.
"Grandma? Are you awake?" The four-year-old Kairi waited, as her grandmother stirred, moving slowly into wakefulness, sitting up and looking at the clock.
Almost two in the morning... I'm getting too old for this, sweetheart.
"I am now. What's wrong, little one?"
A clap of rolling thunder answered her query the child scooted closer, whimpering softly, almost on the verge of tears.
"Oh, Kairi, sweet baby girl. The storm will be over soon, don't you worry."
She hummed snatches of a lullaby, comfort woven into each soft note, as the elderly woman held her granddaughter closer, picking her up and moving into the rocking chair, drawing the curtains with one hand.
"Baby mine, dry your eyes. Rest your head close to my heart, never to part, baby of mine."
Between the smooth motions of the chair and her grandmother's honeyed voice, the auburn haired child fell asleep, warm and safe.
Once the matron could tell her granddaughter was fast asleep, she took her back to her own room, tucking the little girl into her bed.
One good thing about Radiant Garden, the storms never last too long.