07-31-2018, 03:56 PM
When the maelstrom finally ended, Mickey hit the ground with a thud.
He winced as he pushed himself up, opening his eyes to the sight of the devastated arena. Whirda’s monstrous storm destroyed almost the entire room. Secondaries took cover beneath their seats. As Mickey’s eyes readjusted, Whirda stood before him, a dagger held to Little Susie’s neck.
“No,” he started towards them, but Whirda pressed the cold steel to Susie’s skin and stopped Mickey in his tracks. The altered woman did not speak, but Mickey knew the implication: one more move, and it was curtains for the girl.
Susie, for her part, was absolutely losing her shittake mushrooms. She shook beneath Whirda’s grip, her pigtails jiggling as tears streamed down her face.
“Don’t worry, Susie,” Mickey attempted to calm the girl, “I’ve got ya.”
Little Susie’s face scrunched. Behind her and her dark captor, Mickey could see Yu Kanda begin to rise from the ground. The swordsman reached for Mugen when he saw Whirda with her captive and rushed for the ring.
“Kanda, don’t—”
Whirda whipped around, raising the dagger to block the strike before disappearing again with Susie. Mickey searched frantically until he spotted the pair on the scaffolding above the arena, barely dangling after the maelstrom’s impact. The mouse hopped in the air and landed squarely on his magic carpet.
“You want her?” she smirked as he reached her eye level. “Go get her.”
She shoved Susie toward the ring. Kanda made a break for the girl, but was struck by one of Whirda’s umbral tethers and teleported somewhere in the destroyed stands. Mickey leapt from the carpet after Susie as she plummeted toward the canvas floor of the arena.
“I’m comin’, Susie!” he shouted, reaching with both arms for the girl. She screamed as she fell, reaching up with one arm and wildly flailing the other. Gloved fingers danced with tiny, pale ones as they desperately tried to link, just out of reach.
The carpet swept underneath Mickey, and in a last ditch effort, he grasped one of her pigtails.
*snap*
The carpet skidded to a halt.
Mickey Mouse froze. Susie’s bright blue eyes stared before her, the light drained. She dangled limply from the king’s grasp.
From the stands, Kanda shoved Whirda aside to see the horrific sight that hovered just above the ring. Yuuka Kazami pushed herself out of a pile of rubble just in time to see the terror her partner had wrought in her brief absence.
The exorcist darted down the stands, clambering over chairs and sliding over the barrier until he stood next to the ring. “Mickey…”
The mouse’s mouth hung open.
Strawberry-blonde hair slipped through his fingers. Little Susie fell the final few feet to the arena, crumpling in a heap of high hopes cut too short. Mickey Mouse didn’t weep. He simply stared.
Erza.
Belle.
Susie.
Too late, too weak to save any of them. And Susie… was just an innocent secondary. For her, there wouldn’t be any coming back. No Omni to offer her salvation.
It was done. And it was his fault.
...what kind of hero was he?
Mickey looked to the stands, where Whirda Windstrom stood, ringed by a halo of darkness. He stood and stared her down. Kanda followed his gaze.
He stepped off the carpet and flipped over the ropes of the arena as he prepared to dash at the dusky woman. She was ready, several daggers flying at him at a quick speed. Unable to dodge, he braced himself for impact, but at the last moment, Kanda’s fingers closed around his wrist and yanked him down.
Then, the pair of goody-two-shoes primes exploded in a burst of the whitest light Whirda and Yuuka had ever seen. For minutes—whiteness, everywhere they looked. When the women finally regained their sight, Whirda teleported next to her partner.
“You killed that little girl,” Yuuka spoke. Images of Clownpiece and her other children flashed in her head.
“The mouse killed her,” the changed Whirda growled. “I simply opened the door.”
Smoke billowed from the spot where Mickey Mouse and Yu Kanda had self-destructed. Whirda scoffed. So overwrought by their failure as ‘heroes’ they’d taken their own lives.
How boring.
Just when the thought of victory began to creep into the women’s minds, a gloved hand appeared. But… a five fingered one.
A tall, slender figure entered the ring. Long, bluish-black hair spilled down his shoulders, interrupted by two round ears poking out the side of his head. His shirtless body glistened in the fluorescents of the squared circle, dusting off red shorts and wrinkling the spherical black nose sitting on his otherwise human face at the smell of the devastation.
Mickanda cracked gloved knuckles, staring up at the pair of women—his “opponents.” He smirked, wiggling his fingers. Rainbow essence swirled and a long, key-shaped katana dropped into his hand.
“Whirda Windstrom. Yuuka Kazami,” he said, a high-pitched tenor harmonizing with the exorcist’s silky bass, “I will deliver you both from the evil that plagues you.”
“What fresh hell is this?” Yuuka scoffed at the mouse-samurai hybrid.
“I… am Mickanda.”
Innocence energy swam up the blade of the Keytana, and yellow boots began their charge toward the women. Evil would be exorcised. Little Susie would be avenged.
From the stands, the hiding crowd began to finally emerge. Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson stood up and raised a fist.
“Mickanda Forever!!”
He winced as he pushed himself up, opening his eyes to the sight of the devastated arena. Whirda’s monstrous storm destroyed almost the entire room. Secondaries took cover beneath their seats. As Mickey’s eyes readjusted, Whirda stood before him, a dagger held to Little Susie’s neck.
“No,” he started towards them, but Whirda pressed the cold steel to Susie’s skin and stopped Mickey in his tracks. The altered woman did not speak, but Mickey knew the implication: one more move, and it was curtains for the girl.
Susie, for her part, was absolutely losing her shittake mushrooms. She shook beneath Whirda’s grip, her pigtails jiggling as tears streamed down her face.
“Don’t worry, Susie,” Mickey attempted to calm the girl, “I’ve got ya.”
Little Susie’s face scrunched. Behind her and her dark captor, Mickey could see Yu Kanda begin to rise from the ground. The swordsman reached for Mugen when he saw Whirda with her captive and rushed for the ring.
“Kanda, don’t—”
Whirda whipped around, raising the dagger to block the strike before disappearing again with Susie. Mickey searched frantically until he spotted the pair on the scaffolding above the arena, barely dangling after the maelstrom’s impact. The mouse hopped in the air and landed squarely on his magic carpet.
“You want her?” she smirked as he reached her eye level. “Go get her.”
She shoved Susie toward the ring. Kanda made a break for the girl, but was struck by one of Whirda’s umbral tethers and teleported somewhere in the destroyed stands. Mickey leapt from the carpet after Susie as she plummeted toward the canvas floor of the arena.
“I’m comin’, Susie!” he shouted, reaching with both arms for the girl. She screamed as she fell, reaching up with one arm and wildly flailing the other. Gloved fingers danced with tiny, pale ones as they desperately tried to link, just out of reach.
The carpet swept underneath Mickey, and in a last ditch effort, he grasped one of her pigtails.
*snap*
The carpet skidded to a halt.
Mickey Mouse froze. Susie’s bright blue eyes stared before her, the light drained. She dangled limply from the king’s grasp.
From the stands, Kanda shoved Whirda aside to see the horrific sight that hovered just above the ring. Yuuka Kazami pushed herself out of a pile of rubble just in time to see the terror her partner had wrought in her brief absence.
The exorcist darted down the stands, clambering over chairs and sliding over the barrier until he stood next to the ring. “Mickey…”
The mouse’s mouth hung open.
Strawberry-blonde hair slipped through his fingers. Little Susie fell the final few feet to the arena, crumpling in a heap of high hopes cut too short. Mickey Mouse didn’t weep. He simply stared.
Erza.
Belle.
Susie.
Too late, too weak to save any of them. And Susie… was just an innocent secondary. For her, there wouldn’t be any coming back. No Omni to offer her salvation.
It was done. And it was his fault.
...what kind of hero was he?
Mickey looked to the stands, where Whirda Windstrom stood, ringed by a halo of darkness. He stood and stared her down. Kanda followed his gaze.
He stepped off the carpet and flipped over the ropes of the arena as he prepared to dash at the dusky woman. She was ready, several daggers flying at him at a quick speed. Unable to dodge, he braced himself for impact, but at the last moment, Kanda’s fingers closed around his wrist and yanked him down.
Then, the pair of goody-two-shoes primes exploded in a burst of the whitest light Whirda and Yuuka had ever seen. For minutes—whiteness, everywhere they looked. When the women finally regained their sight, Whirda teleported next to her partner.
“You killed that little girl,” Yuuka spoke. Images of Clownpiece and her other children flashed in her head.
“The mouse killed her,” the changed Whirda growled. “I simply opened the door.”
Smoke billowed from the spot where Mickey Mouse and Yu Kanda had self-destructed. Whirda scoffed. So overwrought by their failure as ‘heroes’ they’d taken their own lives.
How boring.
Just when the thought of victory began to creep into the women’s minds, a gloved hand appeared. But… a five fingered one.
A tall, slender figure entered the ring. Long, bluish-black hair spilled down his shoulders, interrupted by two round ears poking out the side of his head. His shirtless body glistened in the fluorescents of the squared circle, dusting off red shorts and wrinkling the spherical black nose sitting on his otherwise human face at the smell of the devastation.
Mickanda cracked gloved knuckles, staring up at the pair of women—his “opponents.” He smirked, wiggling his fingers. Rainbow essence swirled and a long, key-shaped katana dropped into his hand.
“Whirda Windstrom. Yuuka Kazami,” he said, a high-pitched tenor harmonizing with the exorcist’s silky bass, “I will deliver you both from the evil that plagues you.”
“What fresh hell is this?” Yuuka scoffed at the mouse-samurai hybrid.
“I… am Mickanda.”
Innocence energy swam up the blade of the Keytana, and yellow boots began their charge toward the women. Evil would be exorcised. Little Susie would be avenged.
From the stands, the hiding crowd began to finally emerge. Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson stood up and raised a fist.
“Mickanda Forever!!”
Quote:900/900 words.
Mickey Mouse and Yu Kanda have fused to become the great arbiter of innocence and angelic demonslayer, Mickanda.
Little Susie is dead. Sorry, readers.
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