Mikki stood proudly on the prow of the merchant vessel, sailing around the coast from the land of Earth to the area known as Soon’s Haven in Wind Country. He had completed his previous mission, and now was ready to head back to Migoya and show him how cool he was for completing his actual mission! The salty air whipped through his curly brown hair as his small frame trembled with excitement, his brown eyes wide with anticipation at how well he had done his job.
Little did poor Mikki know that someone else knew what a good job he had done. His thievery and trade in obtaining many previous gems and metals had drawn unwanted attention in Arcadia… attention that now followed him.
He barely registered when a rough hand grabbed his hair, painfully pulling him off the prow and holding him up. The man laughed as he spun the little boy around, looking at him in his cute, puffy face that was now getting red with pain.
Sometimes Mikki hated being a real boy.
“You have something I want little boy”, the smelly meatbag stated, clearly enjoying the boys pain.
“What? A brain and a dick, dickless dumb shit”, Mikki replied, as diplomatic as normal.
"Arrgh! Give me the scroll!" the man bellowed, lunging towards Mikki. The swing towards his midsection would have hurt, had Mikki not already swung forward, planting his little feet exactly where they were situated… right in front of the mans groin.
With this swift kick, Mikki had sent him sprawling to the deck, his eyes glazing over. "Ha-ha!" Mikki laughed triumphantly, a mischievous grin on his face, just as he did the hand sigils for the next part of his devious revenge… one shouldnt pull hair after all.
A genjutsu, one that reminded him of a certain taijutsu from many years ago. 1000 years of pain.
The man who held onto his privates, now shot up in unexpected agony as imaginary fingers pierced his… well, you know. He squealed like a little girl, causing Mikki to forget how painful the hair pulling was. This was so much fun!
Mikki smirked, looking around to make sure no-one was watching. Most of the people were down below, with only the navigator steering the boat above, and he was probably drunk. It wasnt normally the case that a fully grown man was at the whims of a small boy, but unfortunately for this man he had picked the wrong mark.
All it took was a little wind jutsu at the right time and…
“Man overboard!”, someone yelled as the naughty man fell over the side of the ship, totally not because Mikki had done anything. Oh, maybe the man would be saved, only to say that he was beaten and thrown overboard by an 8-year old. Yep, people would totally believe that. Better he drowned.
The scroll continued to be safe in Mikki hands and he knew the real journey was only just beginning as he continued on his path towards the land of Wind.
[WC: 509]
Little did poor Mikki know that someone else knew what a good job he had done. His thievery and trade in obtaining many previous gems and metals had drawn unwanted attention in Arcadia… attention that now followed him.
He barely registered when a rough hand grabbed his hair, painfully pulling him off the prow and holding him up. The man laughed as he spun the little boy around, looking at him in his cute, puffy face that was now getting red with pain.
Sometimes Mikki hated being a real boy.
“You have something I want little boy”, the smelly meatbag stated, clearly enjoying the boys pain.
“What? A brain and a dick, dickless dumb shit”, Mikki replied, as diplomatic as normal.
"Arrgh! Give me the scroll!" the man bellowed, lunging towards Mikki. The swing towards his midsection would have hurt, had Mikki not already swung forward, planting his little feet exactly where they were situated… right in front of the mans groin.
With this swift kick, Mikki had sent him sprawling to the deck, his eyes glazing over. "Ha-ha!" Mikki laughed triumphantly, a mischievous grin on his face, just as he did the hand sigils for the next part of his devious revenge… one shouldnt pull hair after all.
A genjutsu, one that reminded him of a certain taijutsu from many years ago. 1000 years of pain.
The man who held onto his privates, now shot up in unexpected agony as imaginary fingers pierced his… well, you know. He squealed like a little girl, causing Mikki to forget how painful the hair pulling was. This was so much fun!
Mikki smirked, looking around to make sure no-one was watching. Most of the people were down below, with only the navigator steering the boat above, and he was probably drunk. It wasnt normally the case that a fully grown man was at the whims of a small boy, but unfortunately for this man he had picked the wrong mark.
All it took was a little wind jutsu at the right time and…
“Man overboard!”, someone yelled as the naughty man fell over the side of the ship, totally not because Mikki had done anything. Oh, maybe the man would be saved, only to say that he was beaten and thrown overboard by an 8-year old. Yep, people would totally believe that. Better he drowned.
The scroll continued to be safe in Mikki hands and he knew the real journey was only just beginning as he continued on his path towards the land of Wind.
[WC: 509]