Crossover, Okami/Kingdom Hearts, Ammy/Mickey, courtly
[ Note: I apologize for this not being porny, but the muses weren’t quite interested. Besides, I don’t think Mickey would cheat on Minnie. *sheepish* Also, it’s been quite a long time since Okami for me.]
If he hadn’t met and fallen in love with Minnie long ago, Mickey knew that he could easily have fallen in love with Amaterasu. The sun goddess-wolf was beautiful and elegant, her style and manners drawing all of the court at Disney Castle to their best behavior. Even with the rude, squawking little flea that accompanied her, she flowed through the various trials that were presented to her with that same courtly manner. When he entered the gardens for a walk to think about the latest difficulties with the Heartless, he found her there, devoid of the armor and weapons he’d found her with, carefully providing a bowl of seeds to several of the little squirrels that ran through the gardens. They accepted them joyfully, and he could almost see the love flowing from them to her as they ate.
Golden eyes caught his form, and she lifted her head to look at him fully, and then nodded gracefully in greeting.
“G’morning, Amaterasu,” he said cheerfully, looking at the squirrels and then at the garden itself. It was still sparse in growing things, but that was to be accepted in early spring. Still… “It sure is a nice day, isn’t it?”
She nodded once more, quiet as she always was, and then the world seemed to flicker for a moment as her power traced over the tree in front of them in a graceful ink-stroke. And then the tree burst into blossom, beautiful little white-pink blooms that tumbled slowly to the ground. He’d brought this tree to Disney Castle for her, as a last remnant of her dying world.
Amaterasu caught a cluster of blossoms delicately in her mouth, and then offered them to Mickey.
“Oh, gosh! That’s still amazing. Thank you!” He accepted them, and made plans to put them in a vase on his desk. Which reminded him… “Oh, I got something that I thought you might like! Oh, where did I put that,” he muttered, searching through his robes before his hand closed securely on a package. Tucking the flowers into a buttonhole, he held out the box to her, pulling the lid off and tucking it beneath so he could wrap it up again for her after.
Nestled neatly in the box was a bottle of rich, high-quality ink, and fine paper that was the best he could buy.
“I saw these and thought you’d like ‘em. I hope you don’t mind?” She shook her head, tail wagging for a moment, and he felt himself flush with pleasure even as he smiled and boxed them back up, tying the string around them for her.
She accepted the box, but put it down at her feet for the time being as they both watched the flowers on the tree continue to slowly blossom and drift down, comfortable in the shared silence.
Finally, when he knew Donald was likely running around in a flailing panic trying to find him, he sighed and gathered up the flowers she’d given him again.
“I suppose I should go,” he said. “I’ll see you around then,” he added, bowing to her a little in return to her nod, and then headed for the door back into the castle.
Glancing over his shoulder at her, the box of ink and paper at her feet, he sighed one last time. Yes, he could easily have fallen in love with her, especially with this courtly game of gifts they seemed to share.
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The next morning, he woke up to find a paper scroll rolled up on his desk next to the vase of flowers, showing his name written in the beautiful, dark calligraphy that Amaterasu favored, and smiled.
He’d have to find an appropriate gift in return, to continue the game.