Story: Cobra Kai never die (Collaboration)

            Miguel taps his foot impatiently as he waits by the door. Sensei said he was going to be here twenty minutes ago and while the man is not down-to-the-second punctual, this is longer than he usually takes. Still, it does give him some time to enjoy sensation back in his feet again. His legs...still don’t do much but being able to move his feet and toes is great news according to the doctors and he’s enjoying not feeling like his bottom half is dead.

             There’s a knock on the door and Sensei is there, a Walmart bag in one hand and an apology on his lips. “Sorry, I was getting some stuff to help us today. You ready?”

            He can’t be mad at that and instead tries to get a look in the bag as he replies, “What did you get?”

          Sensei pulls the bag back and scolds “No peeking,” but it’s with almost an air of forced aloofness as he makes a motion and Miguel follows him not down to the parking lot but to Sensei’s apartment. It isn’t surprising because they meet here pretty often but it does mean that either Sensei is expecting it to be a low physical exertion day, or more likely, has enough sense to realize that whatever he is doing won’t look good if people see it. Neither really bothers him at this point.  

         Sensei lets them in and closes the door behind them asking as he does, “Legs still not doing anything?”          

         He shakes his head and replies, “I told you, if anything changed, you’d be one of the first to know.”

         Sensei nods but still looks a little disappointed before wiping the expression of his face as he says, “Well I think I’ve got an idea for how to get them to start moving again.”

        “But…” He feels it coming, the tone of Sensei’s voice means this isn’t going to be all that simple.

“You’re going to hate it.”

He snorts, “I’m sure it can’t be worse than you setting my foot on fire.”

“I’m not so sure but I guess we’ll see. Get your sneakers off.”

        He does as Sensei asks and the man sets the bag of his purchases down on the table before taking a seat on the floor by the wheelchair. “You trust me right?”

“Of course Sensei! Do you need to ask?” He’s a little worried because Sensei is being weirder than usual which is always concerning.

“Alright.” Reaching into the bag, Sensei pulls out a feather. “Are you ticklish Miguel?”

He stares at the feather, his head shaking slightly as he says, “Sensei what the hell?”

       “It sounds crazy I know, but think about it. You’ll try to pull your legs back and if anything can get those legs moving.” He lifts the feather up a little more and twirls it slightly.

        Miguel shakes his head a little more still eyeing the feather warily.

       “Are you scared? That’s some pussy shit! Now are you going to do this or not!”

Sucking in a breath he replies, with as much energy as he can, “Yes Sensei!”

         “Good cause we’re saving this for later." He sets down the feather and reaches back into the bag. "How about we start here?” He pulls out a hair brush from the bag.
  “Woah, don’t you think you might be jumping the gun there Sensei ?!” A  seemingly frightened Miguel spat out much to the delight of Mr.Lawrence who answered “ That’s just the response I was looking for Miguel, now I know you’re ticklish.”

         Miguel, still slightly dumbfounded as Johnny took hold of his ankle before remarking “ Wait, I just thought of something, if it does work I just might end up on the wrong side of one those killer kicks of yours.”  Johnny shooting up to his feet rolled Miguel over to his nearby sofa.

         “Sensei i just don’t thi..” Miguel in a final attempt to protest shut down instantly by his masters “Can it kid! Now look, I'm running out of options here, I know this idea might seem a little hare brained but there’s serious logic behind it.” Resigned to his fate, the pupil relaxes as he’s maneuvered onto the couch and ankles secured by a thick, black, leather belt courtesy of Johnny’s jeans.

         Not willing to waste any more time, Johnny positions himself at the base of the sofa and cracks his knuckles before beginning. Without much technique he pokes around the teens foot trying to find a weak point, studying Miguel's faces for signs of shakiness. Just then a lip bit indicates to him that he might be on to something as he drills Miguel's heels.

        “You got me, I think you’ve got something there Sensei,” a grinning Miguel remarked, however he was met with little response from Johnny who was now completely zoned in with intent of rescuing his student from his current affliction and with that, Miguel's sock’s are sent flying across the room.

         “Umm Sensei?”

         The only response he gets is in a sudden tickle blitz across his now bare soles. Sensei’s fingernails are dull and scrape up and down the skin sending him into fits. There’s nothing special… at least not that he knows about. But his ankles are trapped and his legs aren’t working anyway. It’s almost scary. He can feel his feet, they’re making that abundantly clear right now, and he can feel his body, but his legs still won’t respond to anything as much as he wishes they would.

“If you want it to stop, do it yourself.”

       Apparently he must have begged but that doesn’t seem like it’s going to do anything to help.

        Fingers are replaced with the hair brush and he swears he can feel each and every bristle of the brush over his feet. It’s far worse than the fingers and his feet squirm at the ankles but still nothing else. Sensei isn’t bothered by what little movement there is either, he just tracks the movements and continues with the tickling to his soles.

        “Come on kid. You can’t be this ticklish and not move away from it. I mean unless you like it.”

“IAHaheHAHahAHTEIThE!”

“Don’t seem that way.”

         He suffers through another few minutes of the brush until Sensei pulls the feather back out and goes at him with it. For a moment it actually isn't that bad. He feels the fluffy ends on his feet, and it tickles, but he can ignore it.

And then it slides between his toes.

        He bursts out laughing again, this is so much worse than even the brush. The sawing motion on the webbing between the toes is murder.

“I can’t believe these feet carried you to the champion. Good thing none of them tried tickling you.”

“IShEHisThAHaHaTLeAHaHgAL?” He doesn’t think anything could be more humiliating on the mats.

“There isn’t anything against it.”

        The feather moves between all of his toes, he feels tears on his cheeks from laughing and he’s never been so super aware of his feet in his life.

        And suddenly it stops. Sensei is giving him a manic grin and he laughs, not forced out of him this time. He looks back at his legs, bent at the knees. He bent his legs! He laughs again, Sensei’s laughter mixes in with it.

“I moved them!”

“You did!”

“Let’s try standing!”

        “Let me get the belt off.” Sensei fumbles with the belt and rips it off then grabs his hands and pulls him to his feet.

         He crashes to the ground with a faint groan and looks at his legs disappointed, and then back at Sensei who mirrors his expression for a moment and then says, “Must be lazy after not being stood on for a while. We’ll toughen them up and have you walking again.”

         “Yea. I guess.” He can’t help the flatness of his voice. He thought...it just seems like now that his legs are working he should be standing. Falling on his ass is a huge disappointment.

          He barks out laughter as a brush travels over his soles again and he looks over at Sensei holding it.

         “Get that defeatist shit out of you. You’re going to be standing and walking again before you know it! And if you don’t-” He trails off but holds up the bag of tickling tools from earlier. “I have plenty of motivation left.”

        He gulps a little and pulls his feet back earning a chuckle from the man who says, “We’ll work it out.”

         Miguel nods. “Yea, we will. Just promise you won’t mention this to anyone.”

         A smirk comes over Sensei’s face as he says, “Oh, I’m thinking of using it for training purposes. I wouldn’t be too worried, you won’t be alone.”

         He pales at the thought of it. “You’re joking right? Please tell me you’re joking. You have to be joking.” No response as he’s pulled back into the wheelchair and Sensei cheerfully says, “You should probably get back home. I have planning to do.”

Maybe he should find a way out of this. He gets his socks and sneakers and makes his retreat before Sensei can use him as a test subject.

Another collaboration between myself and Boytickler35