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Challenge [207]: Here Comes Trouble
Title: the long and the short
Words: 507
Spoilers: KH2 or bust!
Notes: I watched The Lion King last week or so. It wasn’t quite as epic as I remembered. I guess this is an attempt at a missing scene. Hi guys, it’s been a while? :D;;;

"Awriiiiight," Sora said through a mouthful of Keyblade, landing neatly on the other side of one very pulverized Heartless. Goofy obligingly charged in and lay the final smackdown, ricocheting away into some nearby rocks.

"There's gotta be a better way to the Oasis than through here," Donald mumbled, flapping his way over to Goofy, who was stuck flat on his back between two rocks, kicking his legs up in the air. With a loud, suffering sigh, he cast Magnera and managed to get him back on his feet.

Sora dismissed the Keyblade and shook off the sweat, ruffling his fur in the process. "I kinda like going this way, though. It's got lots of action."

"Gawrsh, Sora," Goofy said, in the process of getting himself back out of his shell, "maybe Donald's right."

Sora pouted, and pawed the ground. "But we have to actually sneak up on the Heartless here. Mostly they sneak up on us. Isn't it nice getting to pounce on them for a change?"

In the distance, something caught his attention. His eyes narrowed, he crouched down low. "There."

Donald and Goofy exchanged an exasperated look.

"Sora," Donald started, "I don't think--"

"GOTCHA!" Sora pounced, soaring through the air, and landing on his prey, realizing too late that he'd misjudged the distance, and tumbling head over paws until he stopped, just on the edge of a precipice.

The bird he'd managed to pin down gave a frightened squeak and nearly passed out. It was a bright shade of blue and probably, judging by appearances, not a Heartless.

"Oh. Wow. Um. You probably aren't a Heartless," Sora said hesitantly.

"No," said the bird, testily. "I am not."

"Are you okay?" Sora ventured.

The bird glared up at him. "I'd be absolutely marvelous if you'd just get off me."

"Oh. Sorry."

Donald and Goofy caught up to them as Sora sheepishly rolled away, letting the bird stand up and smooth his ruffled feathers.

"That was quite a pounce," the bird said finally, once he was done preening. "I don't think I've been tackled like that since Simba was young."

Sora jumped up. "Hey, you know Simba? We were just on our way over to the Oasis to find him!"

"Of course I know Simba," the bird replied scornfully. "I was the royal advisor to King Mufasa. I practically helped raise Simba. Before things changed. And all that."

He brightened. "But if you know Simba, perhaps he mentioned me? Zazu?"

The trio exchanged a glance.

"I don't think so," Donald said finally.

"But would you like to come with us?" Goofy asked.

"I'd love to hear about when Simba was a kid," Sora said excitedly, grinning.

Zazu considered their offer. "I suppose I could share a few tales along the way..."

They set off towards the Oasis, the only sound Zazu's haughty voice beginning a story. "King Mufasa, while wise, was also a prankster at heart, and he often made Simba's lessons into a great joke. One day he was teaching him to pounce..."