Many people choose their path in life, and are content with where it takes them. Others try to carve out a path for themselves and are met with challenges. Some people get handed everything on a silver platter. Others - on a grease-stained paper napkin from McDonalds.
Gone was the friendly facade, the flowers, the charm. Mayaskahi Migoya stood now, his palid face devoid of emotion but his eyes glowing with anger, before the receptionist he had just recently been flirting with.
“I would be most appreciative if Lord Fourth could spare a moment of his time.” Migoya stated clearly, the words polite but the tone behind them cold.
The receptionist, clearly bewildered at the change of Migoya’s personality, nodded and politely responded. “Migoya-san… the Hokage is dreadfully busy. Perhaps I can…”
“Get me to wait? This village is awfully good at getting people to wait. Perhaps we should tell the Frost shinobi to wait?”, Migoya interrupted, the tone of his voice still cold and polite, adding to its menacing nature.
“I will see if he is available”, the poor receptionist stammered.
“Thank you”, came the cool response.
Despite being offered a seat, Migoya would continue to stand in eerie silence, the only noise coming from the rustle of clothing as Mikki, a small wooden puppet, emerged from within Migoya’s Chuunin vest to sit on his shoulder.
Why the hell are we back here?
Migoya remained silent, looking ahead.
Are we here to kill the Hokage! You would do that for me!
Mikki went to move, but sensed Migoya’s anxiousness, and knew it was not a time for frivolous jokes.
You know… they dont like you here, so why are you trying to still help them? Lets just go home, you can cut open a dead animal and Ill do that thing you like… you know.
Migoya’s left eye twinged a bit.
Yeah you know it Migo-kun… when I spin their intestines around and pretend I’m a cowboy. You used to like that as a kid. Now you are soooo old you are getting boring.
Nothing came from Migoya.
So why are we here. Hmmm…. After that meeting you weren't impressed about something. I think you overthink things - they just want you to stand and guard and… oh. That happened last time didnt it - you were guarding, and then you were healing, and then the samurai dicks came...oh.
Ive lived a while Migo-kun, and you mortals do the same dumb things over and over. Its just natural for you morons. Dont feel bad - its your nature.
A smirk, devoid of humour, crept its way up the side of Migoya's pale face.
“That is why we choose to do that which is unexpected.”
Gone was the friendly facade, the flowers, the charm. Mayaskahi Migoya stood now, his palid face devoid of emotion but his eyes glowing with anger, before the receptionist he had just recently been flirting with.
“I would be most appreciative if Lord Fourth could spare a moment of his time.” Migoya stated clearly, the words polite but the tone behind them cold.
The receptionist, clearly bewildered at the change of Migoya’s personality, nodded and politely responded. “Migoya-san… the Hokage is dreadfully busy. Perhaps I can…”
“Get me to wait? This village is awfully good at getting people to wait. Perhaps we should tell the Frost shinobi to wait?”, Migoya interrupted, the tone of his voice still cold and polite, adding to its menacing nature.
“I will see if he is available”, the poor receptionist stammered.
“Thank you”, came the cool response.
Despite being offered a seat, Migoya would continue to stand in eerie silence, the only noise coming from the rustle of clothing as Mikki, a small wooden puppet, emerged from within Migoya’s Chuunin vest to sit on his shoulder.
Why the hell are we back here?
Migoya remained silent, looking ahead.
Are we here to kill the Hokage! You would do that for me!
Mikki went to move, but sensed Migoya’s anxiousness, and knew it was not a time for frivolous jokes.
You know… they dont like you here, so why are you trying to still help them? Lets just go home, you can cut open a dead animal and Ill do that thing you like… you know.
Migoya’s left eye twinged a bit.
Yeah you know it Migo-kun… when I spin their intestines around and pretend I’m a cowboy. You used to like that as a kid. Now you are soooo old you are getting boring.
Nothing came from Migoya.
So why are we here. Hmmm…. After that meeting you weren't impressed about something. I think you overthink things - they just want you to stand and guard and… oh. That happened last time didnt it - you were guarding, and then you were healing, and then the samurai dicks came...oh.
Ive lived a while Migo-kun, and you mortals do the same dumb things over and over. Its just natural for you morons. Dont feel bad - its your nature.
A smirk, devoid of humour, crept its way up the side of Migoya's pale face.
“That is why we choose to do that which is unexpected.”