Open Mikki waits... and waits... and waits.

[Mikki]

There were many things in the universe that were dangerous. Black Holes. Hungry women. Tigers. Bears. Oh my.

One of them in particular was especially dangerous - a very, very bored Mikki. Migoya seemed to be avoiding him, and Daiki was far too serious and as such poor Mikki had been left to his own devices to entertain himself in the middle of a bloody desert. It was a recipe for disaster. He had planned to go into Suna with Yong, but for some reason Yong-sensei had wanted to go in alone, probably to show off or something. Or he had a lady friend. Or a guy friend. Either way, it was BORING! Mikki had hoped being a meatbag would be interesting, and it was in some ways. Eating and pooping was a delightful experience, but sunburn? Sand in uncomfortable places? That stuff bit the big one!

And so poor Mikki, stuck in the body of an 8 year old boy, was now throwing stones and trying to hit various wildlife who uncannily seemed to be able to dodge his every attack. Or perhaps his heart wasn't in it. It used to make him happy watching Migoya feed exploding clay to the nasty ducks back in Konoha, but these lizards and birds and things just... wernt as fun. Its like they were better at surviving or something. Less stupid.

He looked over to his armour, especially made by him to Akkuma's specifications. It included a temperature control system and the like, and was really easy to figure out once you go the hang of it. Akkuma was all try hard scary, but he seemed kinda cool. Perhaps one day Mikki could hang out with him and have coffee or something.

Looking across the sandy plains, Mikki let out a sigh. Hopefully Yong would bloody hurry up soon before he got REALLY bored.

 

[Mikki]

Like all young men, or at least former immortal tsukumogami, Mikki, had a vivid imagination, and now was finding himself lying on his back in the middle of the desert, surrounded by nothing but sand and an endless expanse of blue sky dotted with a few wispy clouds. The sun beat down relentlessly, its harsh rays searing his fair skin and making him squint. A gentle breeze, warm and dry, rustled through the dunes, sending tiny eddies of sand swirling around his feet. He closed his eyes, feeling the heat radiating up from the ground, and let his mind wander, drifting off into another world. In this world, he was no longer Mikki the boy; he was the powerful puppet ninja, slicing through the air with his chainsaw hands and leaping from rooftop to rooftop with grace and agility. He was the master of his own destiny, feared by all who crossed his path, and respected by those who dared to face him. HAHAHAHAHAH!!!

He saw himself standing atop a tall, crumbling ruin, the wind whipping through his whispy brown hair as he surveyed the landscape below. His black ninja garb billowed out behind him, a striking contrast against the drab desert sand. His muscles tensed, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice, as he scanned the horizon for signs of trouble. He felt the familiar weight of his chainsaw hands, their razor-sharp blade gleaming in the sunlight. With a flick of his wrist, he unsheathed the weapons, testing their balance and agility, and their noisiness. The air hummed as it sliced through the emptiness, leaving a trail of compressed air in its wake. He felt alive, powerful, and unstoppable.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, moving stealthily towards him! It was another puppet ninja, a rival from Konohagakure! His green garb blended in perfectly with the foliage that clung to the ruins, but Mikki's sharp senses detected him easily. A smile crept onto his lips as he prepared to engage in combat.

It was a great dream so far!

[MFT]
[WC: 340]