Chapter 22: happy family
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Right. Now time to meet fiona's parents and the fairy godmother! Now I've noticed this fanfic is taken place in shrek 2 which was released in 2004. But you know what's worse from 2004? That pokemon advanced episode "brave the wave". Don't get the wrong idea but the fanbase absolutely hated the episode.
With that out of the way, here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
After the welcome back fiasco, the King and Queen invited, albeit reluctantly, all of them for dinner the following night. Shrek and Fiona, along with the Keybladers, with the exception of Beast, sat at the long and resplendent dinner table in the heavily decorated dining room, patiently awaiting their meal. Sitting at each table end were Shrek and King Harold, giving them a clear unwanted view of each other. Not a word was spoken as they waited.
"So..." Queen Lillian said, breaking the silence. "You are all servants of Fiona's husband?", she asked, referring to the Keybladers.
"Oh, yeah." Kairi answered. "And we just love to work for him, too!"
"He's so kind!" Sora stated.
"And noble!" sonic said with a mouthful of chilli dogs.
"The cream of the crop!" Mushu exclaimed. King Harold didn't stop scowling, making the Keybladers chuckle nervously.
A loud commotion was heard outside the dining room doors. "Hey, let go of me!", came a familiar deep growl.
"What do you mean we're not on the list!? You ever been bitten by a talking donkey, pal!?", another voice hollered. The doors burst open and Beast charged in, with a number of armed soldiers hanging off of him, trying feebly to restrain him. Donkey's smiling snout popped out from behind him. "What's happening everybody?"
"Aaahhh! A monster!" Harold screamed.
"No! No! No! Cease! Desist!" Jack Sparrow exclaimed running to Beast. "Hold off him, boys! Come on! Get off!" The soldiers reluctantly let go of the former prince. "Shame on you all for your lack of brains! This noble creature is no monster! A pox on all who call him so!"
Beast stared at Jack with slack jawed amazement. "Jack...I-"
"This is our pet! Our brilliant guard dog!" Beast's words were replaced with an evil snarl. "Sure, he's not much to look at but he can scare off those solicitors in a hurry! Can't you big fella?", Jack said, scratching behind Beast's ears. The worst part was, Beast was enjoying it.
"So what are we having?" Donkey asked, seating himself. Beast also sat dowm. "Cause I am a big fan of those little matzoh balls!"
"Hey, you know what this place should have?" Mushu asked. "Chicken dumplings!"
"Oh, I love those things!" Donkey exclaimed. "We're real compatible, aren't we?"
"Could someone explain why there is a donkey sitting at our dinner table?" Harold intoned, obviously miffed.
"Dad, it's okay. He helped save me from the dragon," Fiona explained. Harold sniffed and looked at another dragon perched on Mulan's shoulder. "Not that dragon!"
"Yeah, that's right! I was the noble steed!", Donkey said, with his head held high. "Now how about some food for the steed!"
The appetizers soon arrived. Escargot. Sora picked at his food but refused to eat it. As they ate, Lillian tried to spark conversation again. "So Fiona, tell us about your home. Where do you live?" Shrek, Fiona and the Keybladers exchanged looks.
"Well, Shrek owns his own land," Fiona explained nervously. She looked at Shrek pleadingly. "Don't you, honey?"
"Oh...yes!" Shrek said. "It's in a...a...an enchanted forest! Yes that's it!"
"Beautiful place!", Sora backed up.
"Abundant in fairies!", Jack put in.
"And squirrels! Lot's of squirrels!", Shrek said.
Donkey began to laugh loudly. "What! I know you ain't talking about the swamp!" Every glared at the guffawing donkey.
"A swamp?" Harold repeated, with obvious disapproval. "How lovely..."
"Well, I suppose that would be an appropriate place to raise the children," Lillian said.
Harold choked on the water he had been sipping while the escargot Shrek was chewing got lodged in his throat. They both coughed loudly as Shrek spat out the small snail and watched as it skidded across the table, much to everyone's disgust.
"Anyone gonna eat that?" Mushu asked.
Shrek recovered from his coughing scene. "I-it's a little to soon to be thinking about that, don't you think?"
"Indeed," Harold said, grimly. "I just started eating."
"Harold!" Lillian hissed.
"What are you saying?" Shrek growled.
"Calm down, Shrek," Sora said.
"Dinner is served!", the chef announced. From the doors to the kitchen emerged many servants carrying a feast fit for a king. There were many different delicacies, making everyone's mouth water. Everyone except for Shrek and King Harold, who were too busy glaring at each other across the table. Once the food was placed on the table the servants left.
"Well, let's not sit here with our tummies rumbling," Lillian said, trying to stop the conflict. "Everybody dig in!"
"Don't mind if I do, Mom!", Jack said, cheerfully.
"Stop calling her that!", Fiona hissed.
Sora licked his lips as he eyed the large turkey in front of him. He reached for the drumstick but the entire turkey was snatched from the table. Shrek had grabbed the whole turkey and placed it on his plate, his eyes never leaving Harold's. Across the table, Harold had grabbed the lobster dish from Beast's grasp and placed it in front of himself. Invisible sparks flew across the table.
"I suppose any grandchildren," Harold growled, digging a knife into his lobster. "I could expect from you would be..."
"Ogre's," Shrek answered, ripping off the turkey's leg. "Yes."
"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Lillian said.
sonic said. "But ogre children should be just as good, right?"
"Oh, yes! Of course!" Harold said, cracking some walnuts. "That is assuming they don't eat their own young!"
"Dad!" Fiona cried.
"No. We usually prefer them to be locked away in a tower!" Shrek growled, gnawing at a drumstick.
"Can we have some food?" Sora asked, meekly.
"You wouldn't understand! You're not her father!" Harold hollered.
The two bickering husbands continued to devour the entire feast set in front of them, each trying to outdo the other. The others could barely manage to bring piece of food to their hands before the living garbage disposals grabbed it. They could only watch as the two made total idiots of themselves.
"It's so nice to have the family over for dinner," Lillian whimpered, as pieces of food flew through the air.
Fiona suddenly stood up from her seat, fed up with the display of male dominance. She stormed out of the dining room without a word. Kairi also got up and followed her. Shrek stopped his eating frenzy and watched her leave, guilt twisting in his stomach.
"Isn't it nice to have the family over for dinner?" Donkey said.
Fiona burst into her old bedroom, eyes glistening with tears. It was just like she had left it years ago, a little girl's room untouched by the fabric of time. Memories came flooding back to her upon seeing all of her old toys and her small canopied bed. Everything she left behind when she was locked in her tower.
"Fiona wait!" Kairi called. She followed her into the room. "Wow. Nice room."
"Thank you," Fiona whispered.
Kairi looked at her new friend with contempt. "Fiona. You have to forgive Shrek. He's doing the best he can. He's just having some...difficulty."
"If it wasn't for my father," Fiona said, sadly.
"Well, you should forgive him too. This is a lot to take in. He just doesn't understand. I remember when I first showed up with Sora on my doorstep..."
"But he's my father!" Fiona cried, walking to the balcony that overlooked all of her parent's kingdom. "He's supposed to understand! All my life I thought I was meant to fall in love with prince charming. But that's not what I want!" Tears began to fall from her eyes and onto the balcony railing. Kairi went to her side and put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Your fallen tears have called to me
Fiona's crying stopped when she and Kairi heard the soothing voice that came from nowhere. They looked around the room but saw that there was no one else there.
So, here comes my sweet remedy
Their eyes turned to the night sky where they were sure the voice had originated. There. Descending from the stars was a large bubble. But it was what was inside the bubble that they were drawn too. A small lady that must have been in her early fifties dressed in a purple dress and a beehive hairdo floated in the bubble, waving a star wand. Two fairy-like wings sprouted from her back.
I know what every princess needs
For her to live life happily
The woman floated down to Fiona and Kairi's levelThe bubble popped when she was right in front of Kairi. "Fiona, my dear!", she said, flying over to Kairi. "You've grown into a fine young woman! And the curse is broken! I knew everything would turn out alright! Can't approve of that outfit, though."
"Uh, I'm not Fiona," Kairi stammered.
"I'm Fiona," the ogre girl said.
"Wha? AHHHH!", the woman shouted, noticing Fiona for the first time. "Oh! Oh my! Oh dear! Fiona, dear, um...you look well. All grown up."
Fiona's expression was one of confusion. "Who are you?", she asked.
The winged woman smiled. "Who am I? Why, dear FionaI am your Fairy Godmother! Note the wings and the wand."
"Fairy Godmother?" Kairi repeated.
"I have a Fairy Godmother?" Fiona questioned.
"Why of course you do!" Fairy Godmother. "And I'm here to make everything better." She gave her magic wand a twirl. Suddenly all the furniture in the room sprang to lifeA chair propped itself under Fiona, much to her surprise. A wardrobe plopped in front of the Fairy Godmother and opened to reveal its array of stylish clothes. "Now let's see here. Too bright. Not bright enough. Too flashy. Too tacky."
Uh, excuse me," Fiona said.
"Maybe a hat?" Fairy Godmother muttered. A coatrack bounded up with an selection of hats. "No. Jewelry?" A cabinet waddled over and slid open its drawers to reveal many sparkling pieces of jewelry. "No. Princesses don't need the bling now a days. Oh, a poodle!" With a wave a small white dog appeared yipping happily.
"Excuse me," Fiona said, a little louder.
"Ah! I've got it! A sexy boy toy named Kyle!" Another wave of her wand and in a poof there was a man wearing black tights with the words Kyle standing with them.
"Stop!" Fiona shouted. The Fairy Godmother and furniture stopped what they were doing. "Look. I know you mean well but I really don't need all of this." The furniture and Kyle all gasped indignantly. The furniture walked back to their original places muttering disapprovingly.
"I'll be in the car," Kyle muttered to the Fairy Godmother before walking out the door. Opening it he was met with Shrek who was about to knock. With him were Sora and Donkey.
"Am I...interrupting something?" Shrek asked, glaring daggers at Kyle. The man smiled nervously and slipped past him.
"Oh, Fairy Godmother," Fiona said. "I'd like you to meet my husband, Shrek."
This introduction apparently alarmed the Fairy Godmother. "Your husband!?", she exclaimed. "But, but how? When did this happen?"
"Shrek is the one who rescued Fiona," Sora explained.
"With some help from the noble steed, of course!" Donkey said, proudly.
Fairy Godmother seemed to recoil. "No, no, no! That can't be right! This isn't right at all!"
"Great. More relatives!" Shrek spat.
"She's just trying to help," Kairi defended.
"Good. She can help us pack! We're leaving!"
"Leaving?" Fiona asked.
"I don't want to leave!" Donkey exclaimed. "Me and Mushu were gonna check out the Jacuzzi! Then we gonna kick some butt at the country club golf course! Donkey style!"
"When did you decide we were leaving?" Fiona asked.
"Shortly after arriving," Shrek replied.
Fiona sighed. "I'm sorry about this...," she told the Fairy Godmother.
"No, no! It's quite alright!", the Fairy Godmother insisted. "I was just leaving anyway. But remember dear, if you should ever need me, happiness..." With yet another wave of her wand, a business card appeared in Shrek's hand that read: "is just a teardrop away."
"Thanks," Shrek grumbled, pocketing the card. "But we got all the happiness we need."
Fairy Godmother smirked. "So I see." She walked to the balcony. A large red carriage suddenly rose to the balcony, which was alarming since they were on the third floor. There were no horses drawing the flying carriage, but Kyle held the reigns anyway. Fairy Godmother stepped inside. "Let's go Kyle," she called to the driver. With a jolt the carriage shot off into the night.
Once she was gone, Fiona turned to glare at her husband. "Nice job, Shrek."
"What?" Shrek said. "I told you I didn't want to come here! I told you it was a bad idea!"
Kairi slipped over to Sora and Donkey. "Maybe we should leave," she whispered.
"Shhhhh! It's just getting good!" Sora hissed.
"We need some popcorn or something!" Donkey smiled. Kairi rolled her eyes.
"You and my father were acting like morons!" Fiona shouted. "You could have at least tried to get along!"
"Somehow, I don't think I would have gotten Daddy's blessing even if I did want it."
"Do you think it would be nice if someone asked me what I wanted?"
"Sure! Want me to pack for you?"
Fiona seethed. "You are unbelievable! You're acting like a..."
"Like a what? Go on! Say it!"
"Like an ogre!" Fiona shouted. Sora, Kairi and Donkey winced.
Shrek looked undaunted. "Well I got news for you! Whether your parents like it or not, I am an ogre!" The little white dog began yipping when the shouting begun. Shrek rounded on it and roared loudly in its furry face, spittle flying from his mouth. The poodle immediately stopped barking and promptly fainted. Shrek turned back to Fiona. "And guess what princess? That's not about to change!"
Fiona gave her husband a dark look and stormed for the door. Before she opened it she gave him one last look. "I made changes for you, Shrek," she said, calmly. "Think about that." Opening the door, Jack, Mulan, Beast and sonic tumbled in and to the floor.
"Oh!" Jack stammered. "We were just...just."
"Just leaving!" sonic replied. They all ran out the bedroom. Fiona also left. When they were gone, Sora, Kairi and Donkey glared at Shrek.
"What?", he asked.
"Nice going, Shrek," Donkey said, sarcastically. "'I'm an ogre! Rooooaaaarrr!'" Shrek frowned.
"So this is the married life," Sora muttered. "Remind me never to get married." Kairi elbowed him in the ribs.
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"I knew this would happen," King Harold said to himself. He and his wife had retreated to their room to rest for the night. After that dinner, they desperately needed it. Queen Lillian lay in their king-sized bed reading by candlelight, while Harold paced the room.
"You should. You started it," Lillian lectured.
"Don't start with me, Lillian. He's the ogre not me."
"I think your taking this a little too personally, Harold. This is Fiona's choice."
"But an ogre!?" Harold shouted, stopping his furious pacing. "How does she get off marrying an ogre!? She was supposed to marry the prince we picked out for her! You can't expect me to give my blessing to that...thing!"
"Fiona does. And she'll never forgive you if you don't." Lillian placed her book down. "I don't want to lose our daughter again, Harold. Don't you remember when we were young? You weren't exactly perfect yourself. But I loved you anyway. We used to go down to the lily pond...the lilies were in bloom."
"Our first kiss," Harold sighed, remembering a time far off. He quickly shook himself back to reality. "But it's not the same! Our daughter has married a monster! An ogre! This is worse than the time she brought that Rumpelstiltskin home! And I don't approve of her servants either! I swear the one with the bandana was pilfering silverware!"
"Oh, stop being such a drama king," Lillian chided, picking her book back up.
"Fine! Pretend nothing's wrong! Everything is fine! Fa la la la la!" He danced around the room and out into the balcony to emphasize his displeasure. "Everything is just in tip top shape!", he called from the balcony. "I'd like to see how it could get any worse!"
"Hello, Harold."
"Ahhh!" Harold shouted in surprise. He turned to the voice to see a large red carriage floating by the balcony. In the open door sat the Fairy Godmother.
"Everything alright, Harold?", his wife called, after hearing his shout.
"Oh, yes! Fine! Just stubbed my toe!" He called after. "I'll just walk it off out here!" He then closed the balcony doors, leaving behind his perplexed wife.
"Get in, Harold," Fairy Godmother said, forcefully.
"Well you know I would but I was...was just about to go to bed! Yes! Strict bedtime! My inner clock is set for 11:00, then I'm out like a li-aaahhhh!" He was stopped when two large hands pulled him into the carriage. Once he was inside, Kyle flew the carriage off.
King Harold was crammed in his seat between two large and intimidating men that looked like they could break every bone in his body. Sitting across from him was the Fairy Godmother and a young man well dressed, well groomed and a charming face, except for the fact he and the Fairy Godmother were scowling.
"So..." Harold said nervously glancing in-between the two brutes. "What's new?"
Fairy Godmother didn't stop scowling. "Not much. I had a nice chat with your daughter."
Harold gulped. "Y-you did?"
"Yes." She gestured to the young man sitting next to her. "You remember my son, Prince Charming?"
"Charming?" Harold stammered. "Is that you? Well, you've grown up! Looking good I see!"
"Thank you," Charming said, grudgingly. "Tell me, how is Fiona?"
"Fiona? Well she's alright. She's going through a, a, stage right now."
"Really? Is it the stage when she goes off to marry a monster instead of me!?" Charming raged. "I was the one who was supposed to rescue her! I was the one she was to marry!"
"Mommy can handle this dear," Fairy Godmother said to her son. "He was the one who was supposed to rescue her! He was the one she was to marry! They should have lived happily ever after!"
"I-it's not my fault!" Harold whimpered. "The ogre got there before him! He should have been faster!"
"I take pride in the speed of my horse!" Charming shouted.
"Well, I'm sure it's a nice bronco."
"Don't start with me, Harold!" Fairy Godmother raged. Taking a deep breath, she calmed herself, rubbing her temples. "We made a deal, Harold., and I came through with my end of the bargain. I assume you don't want me to go back on it?"
Harold tensed up. "Indeed not," he sighed.
"So, Fiona and Charming will be together," Fairy Godmother stated.
"Yes." Both mother and son smiled evilly.
"Believe me, Harold. It's what's for the best." The carriage came to a stop outside the balcony once again. "Not only for your daughter, but for your Kingdom." The two large men shoved Harold out of the carriage and on to the balcony floor.
Once he regained himself, Harold faced her again. "But what do I do about it?"
Fairy Godmother smirked. "Use your imagination." She then slammed the door and the carriage flew off into the night sky, leaving Harold alone on the balcony, thinking about how to make the situation any better.
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After telling his wife that he was going out for an evening stroll, Harold found himself deep within the forest that surrounded his Kingdom. Traveling by horse and underneath a heavy brown cloak to conceal his identity, he arrived at his destination: a ramshackle old building in the middle of the woods. It was a gathering place for some of the ugliest, scariest and nastiest creatures in Far, Far Away. And it was here that he would solve his problem.
Dismounting his horse, he approached the building cautiously. He knocked on the door and a small peep hole slid open; a large eye looked down at him. Once the eye saw who it was, the door opened and the cyclops behind it motioned the King in.
The place was filled with terrifying creatures, each more fearsome then the next. Living trees with scary faces sat at tables laughing. Goblins played darts in the back. At the bar sat a man in a red coat and large red hat. Where his right hand should have been there was a silver hook in its place.
"One more for the road, Doris," Captain Hook sighed. "Must be getting back to Neverland. Flying boys don't just kill themselves, you know." He sighed. "Sometimes I wonder why I even bother." He got up from the bar and walked past Harold and out the door. Harold wrapped his cloak around himself and walked in for the bar.
"Excuse me?", he called to the female bartender. "I'm looking for the Ugly Stepsister?" The woman turned around to show her bushy unibrow and hairy mole. "Oh! There you are. Good. I need to have someone...taken care of."
"Who's the guy?" the Ugly Stepsister asked in a burly voice.
"Well, he's not exactly a guy. He's an..." He leaned in to whisper. "...ogre." Everyone in the room gasped and stopped what they were doing.
"Listen buddy," Stepsister said. "There's only one guy who could handle a job like that. And frankly...he don't like to be disturbed."
Harold faltered for a second. "Where is he?"
"In the back." She jerked her thumb towards a door off to the side. Harold visibly gulped and headed for the wooden door. He cautiously opened it.
Inside was almost pitch black. The only light was from a torch that illuminated the entranceway. The other half of the room was completely dark. A table was set in the middle of the room and propped up on it were someone's large boots. The owner could not be seen in the shadows.
"Hello?" Harold called to the shadows. Two green slitted eyes opened in the darkness that sent shivers down the King's spine.
"Who dares enter my room?", came a smooth voice.
"I'm sorry!" Harold stammered, finding those eyes slightly unnerving. "I was told you could help me with an ogre problem."
"You are correct. But for this I charge quite a hefty price. The bigger the monster, the bigger the price." Harold reached into his cloak and pulled out a sack of gold coins, tossing it onto the table before the person's boots.
"Will this suffice?" Harold heard a sword be drawn. In a swift move, a rapier cut his bag of coins, spilling its contents onto the table.
"It will do." The green eyes gleamed with anticipation. "Just tell me where I can find this ogre."
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"Shall we begin?", the armoured figure asked. Mickey, Donald and Goofy readied their weapons. They carefully watched the man wielding the large Keyblade that had broken through the ceiling into their ship demanding the King's Keyblade. Donald and Goofy weren't about to let that happen.
"We'll take care of him, your Majesty!" Donald quaked.
"Just leave him to us!" Goofy reassured. Before King Mickey could stop them, Donald and Goofy charged the man who still pointed his Keyblade.
The armoured man easily blocked Goofy's shield with his Keyblade, knocking him into the Gummi ship wall. Donald jumped to hit him with his staff but was swatted away like a fly, feathers flying everywhere sending him crashing to the other wall. Neither got back up. Without any other irritations, he headed straight for Mickey.
"Your Keyblade, mouse," the figure commanded. Mickey face was a mask of utter defiance. He held his golden Keyblade to defense.
"Keyblades are meant for the greater good in the universe. To bring light and peace to the worlds. I don't know what you want with them, but I know that it can't be good. This Keyblade has helped me fight the darkness and keep the worlds safe! I'll never give it to you!"
The man in armour chuckled. "That was beautiful," he said, mockingly. "Then allow me the pleasure of prying it from your cold dead hands."
Their fight began in earnest, the two fencing their Keyblades in a fantastic duel. Mickey was small, quick and agile, jumping off the walls and over the man's head, while the man was tall, strong and brutal. Their Keyblades sang as they clashed around the enclosed area of the Gummi ship cockpit. They cut apart the seats, the floors, the walls, all that got in their way.
Donald and Goofy regained themselves and ran in to assist their King. Seeing this, the man in armour decided to take it up a notch. Blocking Mickey's Keyblade, bashing Goofy's shield and knocking away Donald's magic. He was an unstoppable juggernaut. After knocking away Goofy once again, his covered eyes turned to Donald. In a daring move, he threw his Keyblade like a javelin and Donald ducked to avoid it as it sailed over his head.
"Ha! You missed!" Donald laughed. To his surprise, the armour chuckled. Donald turned around to see what was so funny. To his utter dread, he saw the man's Keyblade lodged into the ship's control panel, sparks flying from the damage. The engines shut down and the ship lurched sending the three heroes tumbling.
The man's Keyblade disappeared from the controls and reappeared in his hand. "One way or another, that Keyblade will be mine. Happy flying." He disappeared into darkness.
Once he was gone, Donald seized the controls. "We're going down!", he shouted, as he wrestled with the steering wheel. "I can't pull up!" Their ship was plummeting at an alarming rate. They were heading straight for the place from which they just fled: a large green planet with a small grey moon orbiting it.
"Donald!" Mickey shouted. "Head for the planet!"
"But your Majesty!" Goofy exclaimed. "That's where..."
"We don't have a choice!", the King shouted. Donald, with some difficulty, steered the ship into the planet's atmosphere. They broke through the surface, where they could see the planet was covered in a thick lush forest. Without having much control, Donald brought the ship down, crashing it into a clearing.
Mickey, Donald and Goofy all lay around their damaged ship, a little dazed but generally unhurt. All around them were trees that reached all the way to the sky. There was plant life as far as the eye could see. As Mickey raised himself, he called to his friends. "Donald, Goofy? Are you guys alright?"
"A-okay, your Majesty!" Donald said.
"Don't worry, King Mickey!" Goofy laughed. "I get bumped on the head all the time!"
"I'm fine, too."
They all jumped up when they heard the armoured figure's cruel voice from the tree tops. He stood on a branch with his large Keyblade ready. The warriors of Disney Castle drew their weapons.
"What do we do, your Majesty?" Donald asked, eyeing the man without flinching.
Mickey clenched his jaw. "We have to lure him away from the Gummi ship. Once he's far enough we make a break for it. The autopilot should still work so we can make it back to Disney Castle alright." The knight and wizard nodded in agreement. "Now!" They all turned tail and ran into the lush forest. The figure watched them go with amusement.
"They run, I chase. It never ends for a Chaser." He jumped off the tree and took off after them, Keyblade held in his hand with menacing intent.
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Sora's eyes fluttered open. "Donald...Goofy...," he whispered, in the dark. Another vision of his missing friends. Just thinking about them brought tears to his eyes. But he was happy to see that they fought diligently for protection of their King. But it still didn't exactly explain what had happened to them or where they might be. All he knew was that they were attacked by that armoured man...that Chaser.
It was the same person he had encountered on Port Royal, of that he was sure. And he was strong, taking on Mickey, Donald and Goofy at once. But who was he?
He looked around at his surroundings. All of the Keybladers slept in the furnished room that was provided to them by Fiona's parents. sonic slept against a wall in a cross-legged position. Beast was curled up on the rug like a dog, scratching behind his ears occasionally. Jack was sprawled on his bed with a bottle of rum at his side and a sack full of cutlery that he had...found. Mulan lay in her bed with Mushu on her stomach. Kairi was in the bed next to his, sleeping contentedly. And in the bed across the room was Shrek. He was bunking with his 'servants' since Fiona had kicked him out of their room after tonight's fiasco. They had to endure quite the earful from the ogre after that. Especially after Donkey had refused to share his lovely room he recieved.
But now Sora had to deal with a matter that he had kept hidden for too long. He got up from his bed and made his way over to Kairi's. He gently shook her and she began to stir. She opened her blue orbs and met Sora's.
"Sora?", she said, still half asleep. "What is it? What's going on?"
"Sorry," he grinned. "But, remember we were about to talk back on the Shera?"
"That couldn't wait till morning?" Kairi moaned.
"No, I have to tell you-" A knock on the door interrupted him again. He groaned inwardly. "sonic, open the door."
sonic opened one green eye from his sleep. "Jack, answer the door," he mumbled.
Jack Sparrow belched and dug his face into the pillow. "Mulan, be a sweetheart and answer the door."
Mulan groaned and turned over, knocking Mushu off his rest. "Mushu, answer the door."
Mushu hopped back onto Mulan and settled in again. "Beast, answer-" Beast gave off a low growl. "Uh, sonic, open the door."
"Jack, answer the-"
"I"LL GET IT!" Shrek shouted, jumping from his bed before the cycle could start again. He stormed over to the door and answered the knocking. Standing on the other side was King Harold, looking quite nervous. "Your Majesty," Shrek said, surprise.
"Sorry," Harold apologized. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"Kind of," Sora said, through clenched teeth.
Harold ignored him. "I just wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier. It was unforgivable. I don't know what came over me."
"Okay..." Shrek said, confused.
"This couldn't wait till morning, huh?" Beast called. Everyone grumbled in agreement.
Harold seemed very nervous about something. "Do you suppose we could start over? Pretend none of this ever happened? Hmm? Clean slate?"
Shrek was amazed. Here was the man that practically renounced his very existence trying to make peace with him. He didn't see that coming. "Look, Your Majesty..."
"Please! Call me Dad!" Harold smiled.
"ok Dad...," Shrek said, testing it out. "We both acted like ogres. Maybe we just need some time to get to know one another."
"Splendid idea! I was actually wondering if you would like to join me for a morning hunt! Food doesn't put itself on the table you know! Just a little bit of father-son time?" Shrek frowned. He wasn't so sure he wanted to be alone with this man. "You could bring your servants! Who wants to go?", he asked the room full of sleepy Keybladers.
Sora, now noticing Shrek's unease and hearing no other volunteers, raised his hand. "I'll go with you."
"I nominate Beasty to go," Jack slurred.
"Why me?" Beast asked, sleepily.
"If we're gettin' rid of one monster we might as well get rid of the other." Beast was too tired to make any kind of comment or threat.
Shrek however was reminding himself to hurt Jack later. "I'm not sure," he confessed.
"Oh, please!" Harold pleaded almost desperately. "It would mean the world to Fiona." That struck a cord. Shrek had been thinking about what Fiona had said about changes. She really had made a lot for him. Maybe it was time he made a few for her. Sighing, he agreed. "Excellent! In the morning then? By the old oak?"
"Aye," Shrek said.
"Good! Good! It's going to be...fun." With that, Harold ran off.
Sora sighed in relief and turned back to Kairi to tell her about all that he's seen. Unfortunately she had fallen back asleep. Sora ground his teeth and hung his head in defeat. He guessed he would tell her in the morning.
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