Tale Spin Fanfiction: The Organization Phoenix - 15. Chapter 15
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Kit was running down the hall, pulling Chris along by the hand toward the room he shared with Honker and the Duck brothers.
“Kit—wait, slow down…” Chris said, trying to pull out of Kit’s grip.
Kit stopped and turned to look at Chris.
“What’s wrong, Chris?” he asked with a look of concern, seeing how nervous Chris appeared.
“Um,” Chris said hesitantly. “I’m not used to meeting new people and…I… don’t like them spun on me like this.” He decided to just be open and honest with Kit, Kit is my brother, he loves me and he wouldn’t judge me or think any less of me.
“Oh, Chris, I’m sorry.” Kit said as he embraced Chris. “Would you feel better if I introduce you to them one at a time?”
“Yeah, that would be a lot better.” Chris said as he embraced Kit in return.
“Okay then, wait here.” Kit said before dashing into the room. After talking to his roommates, he arranged a special meeting-and-greeting program for Chris so he could meet them one at a time. Then he came back out to get Chris. “Okay Chris, come on in, they’re ready for you,” he said, taking hold of Chris’ hand and guiding him into the room.
Louie Duck stood in the middle of the room; he gave Chris a friendly smile as Kit guided his brother toward him.
“Chris, this is Louie. Louie, this is my brother, Chris.” Kit said as stood between them, making the introduction.
“Hey, what’s up, man?” Louie said as he extended a hand to Chris, for him to shake. Chris stared at Louie’s hand, eying it nervously. Louie chuckles at this. “Dude, I won’t bite.”
Chris glanced at Kit, who nodded encouragingly before accepting the handshake from Louie.
“Nice to meet you, Louie.”
“Same here, man.” Louie then put an arm around Chris’ neck, causing him to flinch a little; Louie could feel his shoulders tensing up a bit. “Hey, chill out, my man,” he said cheerfully. “I’m not gonna hurt ya…So, are you into aviation?”
“Yeah…a little…” Chris said, a little shyly. “But I have height issues, so I’m not sure if aviation’s for me…I do love planes though. I think I might go into plane engineering.”
“Height…issues…?” Louie said, looking incredulously at Chris. “But…you’re a CLOUDKICKER! Son of one of the best pilots in the world! How could you have height issues?”
Chris hung his head, looking ashamed. Kit could sense his brother’s humiliation. He turned Chris around and embraced him consolingly.
“Excuse us…” Kit muttered to Louie, guiding his brother out of the room.
As Kit closed the door behind them, he heard Louie cry out: “OW! What was that for?” and suspected that Huey has smacked Louie upside the head.
Chris started moving aimlessly down the hall, his head still bowed.
“Chris…” Kit stepped in front of Chris, blocking his path. “Chris, what’s wrong?”
Chris raised his head slowly and Kit saw tears on his brother’s face,
“Why would Dad want a loser like me?” Chris asked sadly.
“WHY?” Chris burst out suddenly, his voice echoing through the still empty hallway, tears started filling his blue eyes. “I’m acrophobic, Kit! I can never live up to the Cloudkicker name! Why would Dad even want me when it’s very obvious that I’d never be a pilot?”
Having gotten that off his chest, Chris sat down on the floor, drew his knees up his forehead and hid his face.
A few minutes past in silent, then Chris felt himself being lifted off the floor by a pair of strong arms. He looked into the face of the one who was holding him…it was his Dad, Mathew and he was smiling warmly at him.
“Hey Chris… you alright?” Mathew asked as he carried Chris back into his room, which was now empty except for the three of them—Kit has followed them into the room.
“Why was he acting like that, Dad?” Kit asked as he closed the door behind him. He knew nothing of Chris’ past so he didn’t know the reasons behind the reaction of Chris
Mathew sighed sadly before sitting down on the bed and setting Chris in his laps, hugging him consolingly. He nestled Chris before looking up at Kit.
“I suspected that he has been mentally abused as a child—not by adults but by other kids.” Mathew said gravely. “Other kids may have told him many times that he was worthless. Those words have taken root and now he views himself as worthless, especially when comparing himself to me or you.”
Kit’s face fell, his ears drooping. So his brother had been through hardship growing up as well. He felt that Chris didn’t deserve to have to go through any kind of hardships and abuses, that he deserved so much better, he deserved to be happy and at ease.
“Chris…” Mathew spoke softly, cupping Chris’ chin and raised it up so that he look Mathew in the eyes. “I love you, son… nothing can ever change that.” He hugged Chris lovingly, his cheek brushing the top of Chris’ head. “I’m your Dad and I love you no matter what. I don’t care if you’d never become a pilot, you’re still very special to me and Kit.”
Chris appeared very touched by this, but then his face fell again.
“But…everybody expects me to be as great as you; I can’t live up to that.”
“Well of course you can’t, Chris…” Mathew’s cheek brush against Chris’. “Because you’re not me, you can only be you, and you can be as great as I am at something else. You don’t have to be a pilot or a plane-lover to be great. No matter what you do or what you become, you will always loved by me… That goes for you too, Kit.”
Kit, who stood a few feet from them, moved forward as Mathew gestured for him to come closer. As he approached them, his Dad lifted him up and placed him on his other knee. Now Mathew embraced both of his sons.
Chris seems to lose himself in the dept of love he was feeling from his Dad’s embrace. He leaned his head against his Dad’s chest, his eyes close with a broad smile on his face. In his imagination, he could see his Dad, wielding a bright sword of light, slashing it at many black shadow creatures with glowing yellow eyes and defeating them one by one…and saving him from the darkness of his past and from the darkness of his fears.
Kit sighed with relief when he saw the peaceful expression on Chris’ face.
Oh good, he’s gonna be okay. Kit thought. Good thing Dad has a special way with him, he seems to be the only one who can truly calm Chris down and comfort him besides me.
Kit leaned forward toward Chris and embraced him along with Mathew. Mathew smiled, both his sons hugging each other on his laps with his arms around them.
In Chris’ imagination, three more people appeared and they drew out their swords of light, the light of the swords illuminated their faces—Kit, Rebecca and Baloo. They joined the fight against the dark shadow creatures alongside Mathew. Chris’ heart swelled as he felt their love for him.
This is where I belong, Chris thought as he watched in his mind’s eye, Mathew striking down the last shadow creature. He then stood up and turned to face Chris. Rebecca, Kit and Baloo seem to glide over and stood next to Mathew. They were all smiling at him. Dad and Kit once sang a song to me, the words ‘home is where the heart is’, it’s true, my heart is with them and they’re my family, my home. They’re the light in my heart that will never go out. He dashed toward them with tears of joy pouring out of both eyes. When he got near enough to hug one of them, they vanished as he came back to reality, finding himself still in his Dad and brother’s embrace.
Kit stared into his brother’s smiling face. This isn’t enough…Sure, he’s happy now, but he needs to be in a carefree environment in order to get over his fears…HEY, I’m getting a brainstorm!
“Hey, Dad,” Kit said at loud. “Is it okay if I take Chris to spend time with Baloo?”
“Huh? Oh, sure, if Chris feels up to it.”
“But I already know Baloo…” Chris said slowly, not knowing what Kit had planned.
Kit grasped Chris’ hand, pulled him off Mathew’s lap, guided to him to the door and out into the hallway.
Inside Baloo’s room, the Cloudkicker brothers sat comfortably together in a big red arm chair as Baloo was digging in one of his boxes, going through his records.
“Papa Bear, do you have anything that’ll help Chris relax more?” Kit asked, placing a hand on Chris’ shoulder.
Baloo chuckled. “You better believe it, kid. Now where did I put that—ah ha! There it is!” He withdrew a black disc record from his box of records. “Kit, you brought him to da right place. Now sit back and mellow out while Papa Bear teach Chris the secrets to re-lax-ation.” He stood up and placed the record on the table next to the record player. “Okay, Chris, come over here a minute.”
Chris hopped out of the chair and walked over to the Baloo. Baloo sidestepped behind Chris, placed his big gray hands on his shoulders and begin to massage and rub them.
“Oh man, you’re tight, stiff and tensed.” Baloo said, sounding concerned as he continues to massage Chris. “Ya gotta re-lax, kid…loosen up, unwind yourself…that’s it… Now then, close your eyes and imagine yourself in a lake, floating gently in the waves.”
Chris obeyed; he closed his eyes and pictured himself staring up at the sky, watching the clouds roll by as he floated on his back in a vast lake.
It took a while for Baloo to get Chris’ shoulder blades loosen up and then his hands moved down toward his upper back and begin to massage it as well.
Kit watched from the armchair as Chris’ face split into a relaxed and pleasant smile, his eyes closed with a dreamy expression.
“Hmm, yeah, that feels good, Papa Bear.” Chris moaned with pleasure. For the first time since Kit has known him, he sounded peaceful and at ease. He also noticed that Chris called Baloo ‘Papa Bear’ for the first time, and to Kit, the use of that nickname for Baloo emphasizes Chris’ complete trust in Baloo.
“Now, you just keep on unwinding, cuz this treatment is only half done!” Baloo said in a merry tone as he moved from Chris to the record player, popped the record on and begin to play it.
A lively jazz tune begins to play and Chris started to dance to the beat.And then, ol’ Baloo started to sing while dancing along with Chris, forming a dance routine.
Look for the, bear necessities, the simple bear necessities. Forget about your worries and your strife.
Baloo raised his arms up above his head and clapped his hands together.
I mean the, bear necessities, of Mother Nature’s recipes, that bring the bear necessities to life.
Baloo danced over a nearby table, snatched up a hamburger and crammed the whole thing into his mouth, swallowing it with a big gulp.
Where ever I wander, where ever I roam. Though I couldn’t be fonder, of my great big home. Don’t spend your time looking around for things you want that can’t be found, when you found out you can live without it, then you go along not thinking about it.
Baloo swept Chris up off his feet and set him up on top of his right shoulder and danced with Chris sitting there on his shoulder.
Wow, this song has some good advices. Kit thought as he got up from the armchair and proceeds to join in on the dance routine.
Bear necessities, the simple bear necessities. Forget about your worries and your strife. I mean the, bear necessity, that’s why a bear can rest at ease with just the bear necessities of life! Yeah.
“Ha-ha! Sing it, fellas!” Baloo shouted cheerfully as he set Chris back down onto his feet.
Kit and Chris looked at one another and then they smiled, placed an arm around each other’s shoulders and broke into their own dance routine as they begin to sing together.
Look for the, bear necessities, the simple bear necessities. Forget about your worries and your strife.
“Yeah, man!” Baloo shouted cheerfully as he clapped his hands and tapped his foot to their singing.
I mean the, bear necessities, that’s why a bear can rest at ease, with just the bear necessities of life.
Kit, Chris and Baloo broke one final dance move before they put their heads together and sang the final line of the song.
With just the bear necessities of life!
“Yeah, man!” Chris exclaimed at the end of the song.
“Ha-ha-ha, that was beautiful, kids.” Baloo said proudly, beaming at them as he ruffled their heads affectionately, they giggled as he did so.
“Ha-ha, thanks Papa Bear.” Chris smiled as he hugged Baloo, spreading his arms wide across Baloo’s great belly.
“Hey-hey, don’t sweat it, Chris.” Baloo said, gently patting Chris on the side of the head. “Betcha feelin’ better now, huh?”
“Yes,” Chris confirmed. “Better then I had felt in a long time.”
“That’s good, kid…” Baloo said with grin. “Now remember, don’t let yourself get too stressed out, you gotta loosen up every once in a while.”
“Okay, I will, Papa Bear.” Chris said, still hugging Baloo.
Kit turned to Chris. “Do you feel up to meeting our roommates now?” he asked.
“Sure!” Chris said, following Kit out of the room, saying bye to Baloo on the way out.
Meanwhile, at the Sinister Six’s hideout on Pirate Island, Magica De Spell was in her room, waving her arms over a big black cauldron in which a dark purple liquid boils. She was chanting a spell over the cauldron, causing the liquid within to glow and then fade.
She laughed triumphantly as her spell took effect. Then the door to her room banged open and NegaDuck came marching in.
“What’s all this noise?” he growled.
“Why, that, my dear NegaDuck, it the key to our success.” Magica said calmly. “I just casted a powerful spell, a spell that would normally be too powerful for me to perform, but thanks to this Gummi Medallion, I was able to cast a spell that even Scrooge’s Number One Dime wouldn’t have enable me to do.” She pointed at the gold medallion around her neck, it had a bear sign with a G in the middle.
NegaDuck squinted at the medallion. “Where did you get that…?” he asked, suspiciously.
“I took it from one of our prisoners down in the dungeons.” Magica replied. “Now, about that spell I casted…” she pressed on as NegaDuck looked satisfied with her answer. “I casted it on the whole island and what it does is that it create an army of Shadow Creatures! Everyone’s shadows are now alive and at your command.”
“W-what?” NegaDuck appeared startled by this. He turned around and saw his own shadow, which was now a black solid figure with purple outlines, standing upright in front him. His shadow counterpart have glowing red, evil-looking eyes.
The Shadow Creature bowed its head to NegaDuck, showing its’ respect and loyalty to NegaDuck.
NegaDuck’s face split into an evil smirk as he turned to Magica. “I like your style, Magica. Maybe we should go out sometimes.”
Magica only smirked in response.
“Now, let’s go wipe out that dopey Organization Phoenix!” NegaDuck yelled with glee as he marched out of the room.
I changed the name of the group “Order of the Phoenix” to “Organization Phoenix”, The Organization Phoenix is now the story title as well. Cool, huh?
Organization Phoenix was inspired by Kingdom Hearts’ Organization XIII (13), as you may know, the group is named after Mathew’s plane, so instead of being the Organization XIII, it is Organization Phoenix
The reason for this change of name is because I wanted to use a different name that wasn’t based off of Harry Potter, and Kingdom Hearts is like my story, with many Disney characters and Disney-base worlds. If you’ll review the previous chapters, you’ll see that I’ve already changed it to Organization Phoenix. If you spot “Order of the Phoenix” anywhere, please let me know.