Would Manakko be alright? Just them gossiping and about the hyperforce while snuggling and planning evil shit
Me receiving rare yoai pairing prompt:
Now here I am struggling. Do I write my trucker Mandarin? or the fantasy au Mandy..
ykw I’ll stick with the trucker this time around. There’s always time for the other idea.
(Ty for all the prompts again, ooo I got a bunch today, this is exciting stuff for my overactive brain!)
It’s not that Sakko intended to escape jail. It’s more of, some other high priority prisoner was being broken out, and Sakko’s cell just so happened to get destroyed by the attack to the moonbase.
The raiders took prisoners with them as they fled from their pursuers.
Sakko fully intended to pretend to be on either of their sides if it meant living in comfort. He didn’t know what was going on, entirely. Other than he no longer had a bed or an understanding of where or what he is supposed to eat now.
The raiders who escaped with him and the other prisoners arrived to an underground city on a planet Sakko did not recognize. The raiders now realizing how complicated it is to house all these prisoners decided to ask them if they had a place to stay, and if they could help them make contact with their connections.
Sakko couldn’t be sure if his old emergency contact hasn’t already smashed the communication line they used to share. But he knew it wasn’t like he had any other option.
Sakko held the coordinates to his current location, and a borrowed communicator.
This guy was as Sakko remembered, not that bad. Kind of obsessed, but at a time they both shared an ultimately self serving loyalty to the same ruthless boss.
Who in their right mind would serve Skeleton King selflessly? Not to imply that Mandarin was a well adjusted man. But he was one that understood the importance of keeping a technological expert close.
“.. Hello, this is Samantha’s pickup services. What brings you to this call?”
A familiar voice, but an abysmally unfamiliar line.
“… Mandarin? What exactly are you doing?”
Somewhere else, Mandarin raises his brow at the familiar voice. Sakko kept his number? Sakko had business with him, and not his clone?
Mandarin knew he needed to train himself, and gather a team he could depend on before exacting any revenge on either the hyperforce or Skeleton King.
“This is Mandarin speaking, yes. I didn’t think this was a personal call.”
“Are you doing anything right now?”
Oh boy, was he. Mandarin was hauling an entire amusement park ride in the back of his space car. But this was also his chance to regain his former companion.
“Not anything I can’t multitask. What is it that you’re calling me for?”
“The prison I was at was destroyed. Do you, um. Well, is there any way I can stay with you until I’m able to live elsewhere..?”
“You want to be a stowaway?”
Mandarin continued, feeling obligated to catch him up to speed. “Sakko, my clone stole my identity. Legally, no one considers me a criminal anymore. Anyway, sure. I’ll give you a temporary home if you’ll accept it, that is.”
“Your what?”
“It’s a good thing you called me, and not him. You see, he’d sound like me, and remember being me, but he’d ultimately trick you into losing yourself to Skeleton King. I’m not sure if you figured it out yet, but the Skeleton King can’t help us anymore.”
Sakko still felt the psychological urge to gain Skeleton King’s approval even after all the torment he put him through.
“I’ll make Skeleton King regret losing me. We were his greatest assets. …Anyway, I’ll stay anywhere that lets me eat and sleep and be myself comfortably.”
“Sakko, we’re far more than just assets. But none the less, that works with me. Where can I find you?”
—
Sakko was given new clothes, ones that apparently belonged to a doll. He made it work. The skirt had suspenders, and even functional pockets.
Sakko tried to adjust the ribbon around his new shirt collar just right, as his second impression on Mandarin was significant enough to give himself a new home. Even if it does turn out to be temporary.
A large cargo ship landed nearby. It had a gigantic advertisement on the side for a new theme park. As the door opened, Sakko saw a familiar set of purple feet step out.
Sakko spoke first at the sight of Mandarin’s appearance.
“Man, lose the shades. We’re underground, you know.”
“No. Do you have any luggage?”
“What do you think? The moonbase prison confiscated all my projects and materials. Even my goddamn wardrobe. My favorite blue crop top? Gone.”
“That is rough. You looked fantastic in that one.”
Suddenly, a crowd unaware of Sakko almost stampeded over him.
Mandarin scooped him up by his suspenders, and put him on his shoulders to move onto the cargo ship. It seemed this place was getting too crowded for a proper conversation to catch up with one another.
Sakko clung securely to Mandarin, and felt a comfortable sense of security wash over him. He was so glad his connection to Mandarin seemed to be intact.
