Um, this is my first time writing any sort of story in a long time. So this fanfic is based on @starswirlblitz’s AU called, Fall and Rise. I suggest checking it out, especially if you are a big fan of Disney. Welp, here it goes….
It was a cold and dark night as two figures lay asleep in a small clearing of a wooden area. Nothing else accompanies them aside from soft chatter of the wild and the muted crackling of a dying fire. Everything seems to be in peace, but was soon interrupted by faint moans of distress.
One of them started to toss and turn as the moans started to arise in volume, which then started to turn into incoherent mumbling.
This continues on for about a minute or so before he snaps upright. One hand clutching onto his shirt, slightly above where his heart resided; while the other closed tightly onto the grass.
He slowly paused as he took into account his tightly clenched fists, the light trembling, and fast beating heart. While taking deep breaths in order to compose himself, he then notices the slight wetness of his cheeks and the sense of heaviness that weighed on his heart.
He quickly rubbed away tears that were starting to fall. Puzzled as to why he was crying, he started to sort out his thoughts as he tried to remember what he was dreaming about. Only for him to become frustrated as nothing seemed to have come up.
Why was he crying, did he had a nightmare? It had to be, why else would he wake up like this?
He let out a noise of anger, only to cut it short when he barely remembers that he isn’t alone. He saw his brother from the corner of his eye, undisturbed in his slumber. He couldn’t help but roll his eyes.
Of course his brother wouldn’t be disturbed by anything, he is such a deep sleeper.
Thinking it’s a better idea to find some privacy, he got up as quickly and quietly as he can. His eyes scanned the surrounding area, looking for the best direction to head off to. Only when he gazed up to the trees that he figured that climbing up a tree was a better option then moving to another section of the environment.
At least he will be able to keep an eye on his brother while having his privacy at the same time.
He proceeded to head towards the trees and climb on one of them with as much stealth as he could muster. Once he reaches the near top, he stops and lets out a slight wheeze before settling on a sturdy branch.
Wow, he really needs to work a bit more on his endurance.
He sits there gazing up to the now fading stars and listens to the muted sounds of mother nature, which were amplified by his wonderful hearing. But he wasn’t too focused on that, he was too lost in his thoughts.
The heaviness in his heart still hasn’t gone, why? Why won’t it go away?
With how fast everything went by, he didn’t had the time to properly reflect on what happened in the recent weeks. And now everything was starting to catch up to him.
The passing of his beloved father and uncle, discussions on who would be the next king, the invasion towards his home, his and his brother’s banishment, and now the lost of his home, mother, and his precious Ortensia…..
He hopes with all of his heart that they are still alive, he doesn’t know what he’ll do if they were gone. He just can’t, he doesn’t want to even want to find out how.
He feels so empty without his sweetheart, his other, yet better half. He misses her lovely laugh, her bubbly yet down to earth personality, and her sunny smile. She always brightens up his day. She is perfect in very way, unlike him. He still has no idea how he got lucky enough to have her. He just wants to embrace her and never let go, to forget about the rest of reality. She is almost his entire world, only his brother came to a close second…
Is that why the weight in his heart isn’t going away? Or is it because of something else?
Mickey, his brother and only best friend, but also his worst enemy. He loves him, and yet, he also resents him so much. Mickey is always the favorite while he’s left behind in the dust. No matter what he does, Mickey is clearly the better one.
He can never do anything right. Why can’t he ever be good enough? Why? Why?!
In a fit of rage Oswald let out roar as he puches his fist against the bark of the tree. This causes the tree to shake and several birds to take flight due to fright. But Oswald pays no mind as he continues give the tree more punches despite the painful throbbing of his hand and the tears of pain and fury.
Why can’t anyone ever let him have the spotlight? Is it really too much to ask?!
He really wants to hate Mickey with every fiber of his being, but yet he can’t and it’s just so frustrating! He wants to yell, to hurt, he wants Mickey to die…
Oswald suddenly stops as that last thought comes to mind. He looks down at his slightly bleeding fist with a blank look on his face, one that slowly morphs into horror.
He didn’t just think that, did he? How could he even think this way?
A noise of disgust escapes from his throat. How dare he thinks this way? Mickey doesn’t deserve it, no matter how much he resents him. Just like how he doesn’t deserve to have people like Ortensia or Mickey in his life.
He’s being selfish, he shouldn’t feel this way, he’s taking everything for granted again.
His heart suddenly felt heavier than before.
A wail starts to build up from the back of his throat as he continues to look down at his trembling bloody fist. He couldn’t stop it from shaking, no matter how much he tried. His vision became blurrier as he started to curl up into a shivering ball. The pressure became stronger as the time passes.
Mickey doesn’t deserve to die, he does. He doesn’t deserve any good things that he has in life, he takes things for granted and was ungrateful. That’s why he was never given the spotlight, was overlooked.
The wail of despair finally escaped from his mouth. After that Oswald couldn’t even stop sobbing.
It took an hour and a half before Oswald could somewhat compose himself and by that time, the sun had started to rise. He sat there a bit numb to the world after unleashing most of his bottled up emotions. The only thing that had still remained was the heavy weight in his chest, but he no longer paid it any mind.
He took a shaky deep breath before he rubbed the tears away. He had to hurry and completely calm himself before Mickey wakes up and they continue on their journey.
He’s glad that no one else was around to see that, he thought to himself as he climbed down the tree. Once his feet touched the ground, he walked over to his peacefully sleeping brother, put a watery smile on his face, and lightly shook him awake.
“Mickey, it’s time to wake up.”
