"Sora? Where are you?" Kairi called, looking this way and that. One moment he'd been walking by her side on the way to get ice cream, and the next—

"Kairi, down here!"

Kairi looked at her feet and gasped. A small toy was staring up at her, its hands resting on her shoe. It… kind of looked like the action figurines Sora and Riku had collected when they were kids. All blocky pieces with joints connected by pegs for easy movement.

No, wait, hang on. Brown hair, blue eyes, black clothes—

"Sora?" she squeaked. But how?

He climbed on top of her shoe, then rested his face in his hands and sighed. "Donald's magic at work again."

Donald's magic was truly impressive. Sora really did look like a toy. If it weren't for the fact he could walk and talk, she very well might have mistaken him for one.

And… he was also… kinda… really… cute.

Oh, geez. As he looked up at her with that pout on his tiny face, she fought the urge to scoop him up and squeal over how adorable he looked as a toy. His dignity had already taken enough of a hit as it was.

"What did you do this time?" she asked, trying to get her mind onto something else.

"Nothing! I didn't do anything!"

"Hmmmm." She considered this for a moment. There had to be a reason for Donald's wrath, right? Well, either way, Sora couldn't move very fast in his current form. Stooping low, she held her hand out to him. "Here, you can ride on my shoulder for now."

He jumped onto her hand and sat down. Slowly, gently, she brought him close, marveling at all the detail in his toy design. Seeing how small he was right now, she couldn't help but think that she quite literally held his life in her hands. Especially with the way he was looking up at her right now.

She took it all in, his head, his arms, his outstretched legs, then finally her eyes rested on his small black boots.

Wait a second. She tilted her head to get a closer look. Sure enough, written on the soles of one of them in shiny silver ink were the letters K-A-I-R-I.

She stared. Had Donald—

"What is it, Kairi?" Sora asked, looking up at her.

"N-nothing." She brought him the rest of the way to her shoulder so he could hop on. "What do you say I carry you to my place? We can call Donald and take the pictures and stuff there. It's gonna get dark outside soon."

As she tried to get over the fact that Sora was just casually sitting on her shoulder as she walked up the familiar road home, she couldn't help but wonder.

Why was her name written on his shoe?

Kairi's house was pretty big, but Sora never thought he'd live to see the day he'd say the same about her dollhouse, too.

She was talking on the phone to Donald when he spotted it in the corner. Huh. What was it doing there? Just like his action figure collection was collecting dust, she hadn't really played with her dolls in years.

Curious, he made his way over to it and slipped inside the front door. The walls were covered in purple wallpaper, and he wandered around the hallway for a while, impressed by how realistic the candlesticks on the wall seemed now that he was the right size. The little mirror on the wall even showed his reflection, too.

He touched his blocky hair. His spikes really were, well, spiky now. It was kinda weird to look at his own face and see a toy staring back.

Next was the dining room. The table was filled with dozens of tiny plates and lots of food. Too bad it was all just plastic, that rotisserie chicken looked good enough to eat.

Finally he opened the door to the living room and stopped. There was a fake fire going in the fireplace, and sitting on the couch by it were two dolls, a man with brown hair and a woman with red hair.

They didn't move, as they weren't like him. But still… red hair and brown hair? Sitting next to each other? Was it just a coincidence, or…

Well, even if it was, Sora had an idea. By the time he was through, the man's arm was around the woman, and her head sort of rested on his shoulder, inasmuch as he could get them to pose like that.

Satisfied with his handiwork, he exited the dollhouse and went to find Kairi. It wasn't long before Donald held up his end of the deal and turned him human again.

As he said goodnight, he couldn't help but hope she would see his message. Not just see it, either; understand and respond somehow, too.

Donald swiped through the next set of pictures. Kairi had put more effort into them this time, going out of her way to get Sora to make goofy poses that about had Donald in tears.

"This is just too good," he said about the one where he faced off against her dresser with a silly look on his face.

The best one overall, though, was a selfie of him and Kairi. He was sitting on her shoulder and grinning, and she was likewise smiling at the camera.

"Hmmm… better, but could still use some improvement."

Fiddling with his wand, he prepared the next phase of his plan. Kairi wouldn't be able to resist this next transformation.

A/N: Shoutout to Alja again for helping me come up with ideas for the story! She was the one who suggested Sora see Kairi's dollhouse. And chachacharlieco's sokai Toy Story art was also a big inspiration :)

Hope you enjoyed!