We don't get to see the king in action much, so this is for him! Your Highness?

Mickey: "Thanks! DarthKingdom does not own Kingdom Hearts, Disney, Square Enix, or anything else. If he did, my Keyblade wouldn't be a ripoff of Sora's."

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Chapter 13: Riding the Rails

Mickey, Goofy, and Olette arrived at the train station at the same time as the train. The three stood aside as eight people exited, and walked off into town, throwing confused glances toward Mickey and Goofy.

They rushed inside the second the train was empty. Olette walked up to the engineer in the room up front and said politely, "Twilight Station, please."

"Yes, ma'am." He threw a curious look toward the other two and started the train up again. He closed his door.

Mickey glanced out the train window nervously. They were going at an acceptable pace, but if they were attacked this speed simply wouldn't do.

He started pacing up and down the compartment, which was apparently annoying to his two companions. "Um... Your Majesty?" Goofy said after about five minutes of silence, "Are ya sure you're okay?"

Mickey snapped his head up to look at him. "Hmm? Oh! Sorry guys, I guess I'm just a bit antsy."

Olette nodded in sympathy. "I know. It's the adrenaline working. We just got out of a huge fight and now we have to sit around while we wait for the train to arrive."

"Gawrsh, I don't mind!" Goofy added cheerily, "It feels nice to rest for a little while!"

The King smiled a bit. "Well, I just wish I could..." His eyes widened in the middle of his sentence. "Get down!"

Instinctively, Goofy and Olette lept out of their seats and laid flat on the floor. No sooner had they done this than a wicked lance speared through the window directly behind Goofy's now vacant seat.

The King lept forward with Keyblade in hand, and whacked the lance aside. It clattered across the floor, slid under a seat, and vanished. It's wielder outside the window shrieked and flew away. Goofy stood up and pointed at the retreating creature. "That's a Dragoon Nobody!"

The mouse king stuck his head out the cracked window and peered around. As he had feared, the train was being swarmed by flying enemies. He saw a few more Dragoon Nobodies, along with Wyvern and Rapid Thruster Heartless. He grimaced and pulled his head back in.

"We've got company!" he exclaimed. Suddenly, the train was rammed, almost knocking it completely off the tracks. Thankfully, it managed to stay upright, and none of them were hurt. Olette dashed to the front of the train and threw open the door. She rushed inside to the thoroughly white-faced engineer.

"Sir, I know this is going to sound strange, but we're being chased down by evil creatures intent on sending us off track and crashing down to the ground two hundred feet below." She explained with a tone one would use when adressing a terminally ill patient. "We need you to get this train to the station as fast as possible so that we can stop them."

Understandably, he started adjusting controls. Soon the train was moving at twice it's original speed.

Mickey stuck his head out the window again, but nearly lost it to a Wyvern. Only his quick reflexes saved him from a rather nasty death. "They're all over us!" he shouted.

"What're we gonna do?" Goofy asked.

Mickey cast his eyes to the window. His face became set, and he clenched his fists in detirmination. "You guys wait here and keep our driver safe!"

"What're ya gonna do Your-" Goofy started. But his question remained unfinished. His eyes widened in shock at his king's next action.

King Mickey rushed at the window, and grabbed the top. He shoved his legs through with enough force to propel him directly upward into the sky. He backflipped in the air (seeming to defy gravity) and landed squarely on the roof of the train. He had definitely gotten their attention.

His flying adversaries sent looks his way. He glared at all of them for a few seconds as if challenging them. His palm opened, flashed, and the Dark Realm's Keyblade appeared.

At the sight of that feared blade, the creatures attacked. Mickey barely moved, and swiped at them as soon as they were in reach of his blade.

Mickey soon found that he needed to adapt his fighting style a bit. The wind whipping past him kept blowing his ears into his face. And if he made one leap too far (like he usually did) he'd fly completely off the train and dash his body against the rails.

Mickey backed up rapidly, parrying an attack from a Dragoon. They were engaged in a brief duel as the King apparently retreated. I lasted only a few seconds until the mouse stabbed it through the gut. The King took up a different fighting stance, with the blade held vertically at his side with both hands. His feet were planted firmly on the ground.

He waited for the enemies to come on, and they did.

Hard and fast.

Two Wyverns attacked at once, corkscrewing directly at him. Mickey met them with a large blast of electricity from his hand. It incinerated them. They were soon followed by a handful of Rapid Thrusters.

They lived up to their name, trying to take quick bites out of the king. They were fast, but King Mickey was faster. His Keyblade moved to intercept and counter-attack every time.

A squad of Dragoons were the next to attempt to kill him. He parried their attacks when they came, and eventually destroyed all of them as well.

And throughout all of this, his feet hadn't moved an inch.

A remarkable trait of King Mickey's was that he could almost always adapt to dangerous situations in a heartbeat. In this particular situation, he was able to change his fighting style to keep him planted firmly to the train, rather than risking flying off it. This ability to react instinctivly is why he was so deadly.

Despite the innocent appearance.

The King turned to look over his shoulder as soon as he sensed a pause in the fighting. The train was making good time, he could see their destination not too far away. They were rapidly closing in on the Twilight district, and the train station. From there, it would be only a matter of minutes to the Mansion. He only had to hold these things off a bit longer.

He turned his attention back to them just in time to defend against another Wyvern spiralling at him. He struck his blade out directly into it's thick skull. It was immediately replaced by another Wyvern and five Rapid Thrusters, all of which met similar fates.

Mickey couldn't help but be pleased with himself. He was taking down plenty of Heartless and Nobodies while standing in one place! It was just a shame that his opponents weren't capable of appreciating it.

He was forced to twist a little on the spot as a pair of Wyvern charged him from opposite directions. Their impact was so great that one died on the spot, and the other was sent reeling into the cliffs below. The King rolled his eyes.

Heartless could be so careless. Nobodies were definitely a bigger challenge.

Two Dragoons appeared to take heart from his silent thought (not that they actually had hearts). They soared high into the air side-by-side with their lances raised. As fast as the wind their former master had commanded, they shot back at him with lances aimed at his heart.

The King pulled out his trump card. For the first time in several minutes, he lept directly into the air. The maneuver surprised the Nobodies, and they instinctively decreased their speed and changed their angle.

That one moment of divided attention was all Mickey needed. His blade flashed, beheading one and embedding itself half-way into the side of the other. They vanished into darkness before what was left of them could hit the ground.

He landed on the roof of the train, totally unscathed. He looked back toward the rear of the train, only to discover that he had just eliminated the last two threats to the train. He let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. He dismissed his weapon and turned. He could see the train station clearly, it's clock tower jutting into the sky like a titan's outstretched finger.

King Mickey sat down on the roof of the train with his legs dangling over the side. Nothing left to do now but enjoy the rest of the ride.

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Looking back, I probably should have combined this chapter with my next one. It feels like a filler chapter. Oh well. I'll update really soon to make up for it.

Shinku Ryuuga: Oops. I didn't consider that plot hole. They're the 'reserve team' I guess you could say. In case anything happens to the others. They might be getting on each other's nerves up there.

Heaven-Monument: You are too kind! I never thought my fights were that great, but thanks! And I promise that this is the last 'filler' chapter.

Craxuan: I didn't mean to offend, my apologies if I have. And no, they didn't do anything... 'carnal.' They seem to me like the kind who would wait, don't you think?

Unforgivable Bankai: Thanks! That's kind of what I was going for.