Come on, now. I own only three out of seven games, now. I don't own this series in the slightest… but I'm happy to say I've introduced gregthehamster to the wonders of Kingdom Hearts II. You take the small victories, you know.
Quotes from the games will be throughout. Bet you can recognize them.
Thank you, King Mickey, for the Reaction Command which gave me this idea.
His master had to be around here somewhere. No matter what, Pluto would find him and stay by his side until it was time for them to go home.
For now, though, he trotted by Donald and Goofy's sides and moved his nose from left to right on the ground and in the air. Sniff-sniff-sniff-sniff. He heard Goofy say something about a star going out, but paid it little mind; he'd seen it happening, slowly but surely, for years. He heard Donald ask where in the world the "key" could possibly be, and lifted one ear—that gave him an idea.
He would use his nose to find his master's key. There was no trace of his master's scent yet—but the Key always left a trail. Find the key, find the master.
Sniff-sniff-sniff-sniff. Oh dear. This was a problem. Pluto could smell the key, very close by, but to follow it he would have to split off from Donald and Goofy, who were heading aimlessly away from his master. He paused, cocking his head, and then trotted on, sniffing all the while. He had made his choice—he would catch up with them later, if possible. After all, with all the noise they made they would be easy to find.
His master came first.
Pluto rounded the corner and trotted into an alley, nose close to the bricks. It didn't take long before he found the key, or its scent anyway, attached to his mast…
His tail stopped wagging briefly.
Wait a moment.
Spiky brown hair. Long, girlish eyelashes. Bright red clothes and large yellow shoes, like his master's. Somewhere, a key—also like his master's. But this young boy was not his master.
Pluto's ears drooped. And he thought he had been so close. Once he sniffed the boy a bit, though, he could tell that the scent of his key was not the same scent as that of his master's key.
Curiosity came over him. Who was this boy who possessed a different-smelling key and was sleeping alone in a dark alley? And (Pluto's hackles rose) why rest here, when a deeply unpleasant scent was nearby?
The boy's smell, while unfamiliar to the dog, was nice—salty, like he spent a lot of time in or near the ocean. Pluto decided to wake him. First, he licked the boy's face—the boy smiled unconsciously, then groaned. His eyes opened—blue—and blinked sleepily before noticing Pluto.
"Huh…? What a dream…"
Oh, there would be none of that. It was much too dangerous to leave a boy sleeping out in the open. Pluto reared up on his hind legs and, tail wagging again, landed heavily on this blue-eyed boy with his front legs.
He shot up like he'd been launched from a spring.
"WHOA! …This isn't a dream!"
The unfocused, sleepy look was gone from his eyes. Good.
The boy glanced around the alley, looked up at the shops and houses, and in the direction of the light. His expression melted into uncertainty.
"Where am I? …Oh, boy."
Pluto sat, wagging away. A brief rest with another key holder sounded nice.
The boy—Sora, Pluto later learned—seemed to suddenly notice him again: he bent over, hands on knees, flashing the dog a big grin to show his harmlessness. He cocked his head of brown spikes at his rescuer. "Do you know where we are?"
Out of nowhere, Pluto lifted one ear: faintly he heard the calls of his master's friends, who had noticed that he was missing.
"Pluto, come on! Here, boy!"
Excitement rippled through the dog. Perhaps they'd found his master?
He looked again to the boy, tail slowing its wagging. It looked like he wouldn't be resting here after all. Turning quickly, he shot off, ignoring the boy's stunned shout from behind.
Pluto was later glad to have saved the boy from the shadows—especially when his master rubbed his ears for it later, and gave him a treat.