06-16-2018, 12:34 AM
Mickey’s gaze followed Desman as he sprinted past. Something tipped the boy over the edge, and in this moment, Mickey felt sorry for him.
In the next, the hulking form of Gilgamesh crashed into him with a deafening battle cry. The mesh of monarchs hurtled to the ground, Gilgamesh’s armored fist slamming repeatedly into Mickey’s face. Blood bubbled up inside his nose as the King of Heroes pounded away relentlessly. “This is for my people, rodent,” Gilgamesh snarled.
Mickey gawked up helplessly at Gilgamesh’s scarred face, his nose contorted in a strange direction thanks to Kanda’s forceful blow. As punch after punch worked to give the mouse a matching snout, a tear rolled down his cheek.
Why did he feel sorry for Gilgamesh?
One gloved hand gripped the ruler’s wrist mid-strike, the other pressing into his breastplate. “Thunder.”
A lightning bolt surged from the sky and struck Gilgamesh in the back. He screeched, spasming off of Mickey and onto his back. The mouse pushed himself into a standing position, the Star Seeker dragging against the ground.
Below him, Gilgamesh shook. Strange—the thunder spell’s effect shouldn’t have lasted so long. Was he… crying?
“What… happened to ya down there?” the mouse asked, in a sweeter tone than Gilgamesh deserved. “What did they do to ya?”
The mad king jerked away, fuming. “You can’t even imagine,” he spat. “That place has horrors you wouldn’t believe.”
Against his better judgment, Mickey found himself feeling something like sympathy for the King of Heroes. He’d never met anyone who’d survived the Underverse before—did anyone else even exist?—and he had no concept of what atrocities must lay within those unknown depths. “Try me, pal,” he offered, “I’m a pretty darn good listener.”
Gilgamesh looked up at Mickey, a deep scowl etched into his face. “No time,” he bristled, “I’ve still got to kill you.”
As the New Babylonian pulled himself off the ground, the former musketeer took a few tentative steps back. “Gilgamesh,” Mickey cautiously started, “we can stop this. There’s worse things in the world than either of us.”
“Down there? Sure,” Gil snapped, stalking towards him, “But up here… in front of my face… it’s all you, Mickey. You and that boy destroyed my city. You murdered my people. They are my treasures that cannot be fixed. Do you understand that no matter how hard I try to piece back together what you broke, I can never fully repair it?”
Gilgamesh lunged with a ferocious roar at Mickey Mouse, and the anthropomorphic rodent side-stepped out of the way, whacking the enraged royal in the spine with his keyblade. The strike launched a concave Gilgamesh forward. It was at this moment Mickey realized, as the King of Heroes sped toward certain defeat, just how perilously close to the edge of the ring they were.
“No!”
Mickey hopped into the air; underneath his feet, a magic carpet appeared, and he sped toward the edge of the ring, sheathing his keyblade and falling prone on the rug. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Gilgamesh’s ankle, saving him just barely from elimination. He dragged him up onto the carpet, and immediately golden fingers ensnared one of his ginormous ears.
“Why would you do that?!” Gilgamesh screamed, pressing the mouse’s face into the carpet, “Why would you save me, when you had me defeated?!”
“I’m sorry, Gilgamesh,” Mickey squeaked, his voice a little muffled by the fabric, “I’m sorry about your city. Your people. About sending you to the Underverse. About everything.”
Gilgamesh sniffled frustratedly. “I don’t care if you’re sorry, mongrel,” he growled, leaning close to Mickey’s face. “You put me through hell—literally—and now, I’m going to destroy you.”
A burning sensation rang through Mickey’s ear as Gilgamesh tugged, hard, and tore it off the mouse’s head. Mickey Mouse screamed and clutched the spot on his skull where one of his huge, signature ears had once been; the mad king kicked a foot into his ribs, sending him flying off the carpet and rolling back onto the arena.
Blood pooled around his head as he uncontrollably wept, pain shooting from the stump and all down through his miniature body. The mouse’s remaining ear heard the clanking sounds of Gilgamesh’s golden boots hit the floor just a few meters away.
After everything, this wretched boy still wanted him dead. He hated him that much.
Was there no hope for change? No hope for redemption for the King of “Heroes”?
Mickey Mouse stood up.
Yu Kanda jabbed the hilt of his sword into Desman’s skull, subduing him for a split second while he rushed to his partner. “Mickey,” the exorcist urged, “Stay down, I can—”
“I have one rule, Kanda,” Mickey muttered, “No killing. Ever.”
He aimed the tip of his keyblade at Gilgamesh. Undeterred, his opponent broke into a sprint, rushing headlong at him.
Mickey Mouse sighed. Tears streamed down his face.
“I hate to make an exception.”
A flash of blinding yellow light erupted from the end of the keyblade and smashed into Gilgamesh.
In the next, the hulking form of Gilgamesh crashed into him with a deafening battle cry. The mesh of monarchs hurtled to the ground, Gilgamesh’s armored fist slamming repeatedly into Mickey’s face. Blood bubbled up inside his nose as the King of Heroes pounded away relentlessly. “This is for my people, rodent,” Gilgamesh snarled.
Mickey gawked up helplessly at Gilgamesh’s scarred face, his nose contorted in a strange direction thanks to Kanda’s forceful blow. As punch after punch worked to give the mouse a matching snout, a tear rolled down his cheek.
Why did he feel sorry for Gilgamesh?
One gloved hand gripped the ruler’s wrist mid-strike, the other pressing into his breastplate. “Thunder.”
A lightning bolt surged from the sky and struck Gilgamesh in the back. He screeched, spasming off of Mickey and onto his back. The mouse pushed himself into a standing position, the Star Seeker dragging against the ground.
Below him, Gilgamesh shook. Strange—the thunder spell’s effect shouldn’t have lasted so long. Was he… crying?
“What… happened to ya down there?” the mouse asked, in a sweeter tone than Gilgamesh deserved. “What did they do to ya?”
The mad king jerked away, fuming. “You can’t even imagine,” he spat. “That place has horrors you wouldn’t believe.”
Against his better judgment, Mickey found himself feeling something like sympathy for the King of Heroes. He’d never met anyone who’d survived the Underverse before—did anyone else even exist?—and he had no concept of what atrocities must lay within those unknown depths. “Try me, pal,” he offered, “I’m a pretty darn good listener.”
Gilgamesh looked up at Mickey, a deep scowl etched into his face. “No time,” he bristled, “I’ve still got to kill you.”
As the New Babylonian pulled himself off the ground, the former musketeer took a few tentative steps back. “Gilgamesh,” Mickey cautiously started, “we can stop this. There’s worse things in the world than either of us.”
“Down there? Sure,” Gil snapped, stalking towards him, “But up here… in front of my face… it’s all you, Mickey. You and that boy destroyed my city. You murdered my people. They are my treasures that cannot be fixed. Do you understand that no matter how hard I try to piece back together what you broke, I can never fully repair it?”
Gilgamesh lunged with a ferocious roar at Mickey Mouse, and the anthropomorphic rodent side-stepped out of the way, whacking the enraged royal in the spine with his keyblade. The strike launched a concave Gilgamesh forward. It was at this moment Mickey realized, as the King of Heroes sped toward certain defeat, just how perilously close to the edge of the ring they were.
“No!”
Mickey hopped into the air; underneath his feet, a magic carpet appeared, and he sped toward the edge of the ring, sheathing his keyblade and falling prone on the rug. He reached out and wrapped his fingers around Gilgamesh’s ankle, saving him just barely from elimination. He dragged him up onto the carpet, and immediately golden fingers ensnared one of his ginormous ears.
“Why would you do that?!” Gilgamesh screamed, pressing the mouse’s face into the carpet, “Why would you save me, when you had me defeated?!”
“I’m sorry, Gilgamesh,” Mickey squeaked, his voice a little muffled by the fabric, “I’m sorry about your city. Your people. About sending you to the Underverse. About everything.”
Gilgamesh sniffled frustratedly. “I don’t care if you’re sorry, mongrel,” he growled, leaning close to Mickey’s face. “You put me through hell—literally—and now, I’m going to destroy you.”
A burning sensation rang through Mickey’s ear as Gilgamesh tugged, hard, and tore it off the mouse’s head. Mickey Mouse screamed and clutched the spot on his skull where one of his huge, signature ears had once been; the mad king kicked a foot into his ribs, sending him flying off the carpet and rolling back onto the arena.
Blood pooled around his head as he uncontrollably wept, pain shooting from the stump and all down through his miniature body. The mouse’s remaining ear heard the clanking sounds of Gilgamesh’s golden boots hit the floor just a few meters away.
After everything, this wretched boy still wanted him dead. He hated him that much.
Was there no hope for change? No hope for redemption for the King of “Heroes”?
Mickey Mouse stood up.
Yu Kanda jabbed the hilt of his sword into Desman’s skull, subduing him for a split second while he rushed to his partner. “Mickey,” the exorcist urged, “Stay down, I can—”
“I have one rule, Kanda,” Mickey muttered, “No killing. Ever.”
He aimed the tip of his keyblade at Gilgamesh. Undeterred, his opponent broke into a sprint, rushing headlong at him.
Mickey Mouse sighed. Tears streamed down his face.
“I hate to make an exception.”
A flash of blinding yellow light erupted from the end of the keyblade and smashed into Gilgamesh.
Quote:Word Count: 839/850 (according to Google Docs)
Mickey Mouse used Tier One Super Offensive Move: Yellow Kingdom Hearts* for 1 SP
*Wyatt gave me permission to have it strike Gilgamesh.
Gilgamesh ripped off Mickey’s left ear. It is bleeding. A lot.
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