***Just fixed some minor spelling and grammar mistakes because I am a perfectionist***
Takashi? Haru-Chan? Tama-Chan? Hikaru? Kaoru? Where did you go? The slight blonde batted his long eyelashes in confusion. They had just been there two seconds ago. Colorful lights flashed sporadically around him. Small children laughed and shrieked while their parents struggled to keep up. The aroma of fried food permeated the air. The crowd streamed past him, occasionally jostling an elbow. Mitsukuni's lips vibrated in a hum and he brought an index finger to his chin.
They had all been standing in a cluster. Haruhi was fascinated with the activity. She clasped her hands together in delight as she browsed. Tamaki was enraptured by Haruhi's reactions. His cheeks almost permanently stained beet red as he crooned over her every move. He stayed no more than two paces behind the short haired girl completely oblivious to the scheming of the Hitachiin twins. Mitsukuni wasn't sure what they had in mind for their club president but the phrase "dunk tank" had come up amongst their hushed murmurs. Kyoya's eyes scanned the crowd dully as he tried to remember exactly how he got talked into attending this carnival in the first place. Maybe he was trying to find an exit where he could discreetly ditch them all or he wanted to locate the dunk tank before the twins did so he could throw Tamaki in himself.
They were in the "Gift Shop District" as their rudimentary map called it. All the booths surrounding them had something for sale. The commoners' prices were much cheaper than the stores the club members usually frequented, with the obvious exception of Haruhi. Mitsukuni had just asked Takashi to hold Usa-chan for him when he spotted the little alpaca plushies. Each one stared up at him with their round plastic eyes begging to go home with him.
Mitsukuni passed his new plastic shopping bag from one hand to the other. He had only gotten seven: one in each color of the rainbow. Sometime during this fluffy transaction his human companions had moved on. Mitsukuni teetered on tiptoes as he strained to see around a smiling high school student who was balancing his little sister on his shoulders.
"Onii-Chan!" She laughed out loud as she adjusted her pink headband.
Mitsukuni thought he could just about make out Takashi's broad frame. They must have just realized that he was not among them. Mitsukuni started to call to them when he stopped short.
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
Mitsukuni turned. To his right past the row of merchants he could see a group of tough looking boys surrounding a shaken child. He had on a sailor suit with overalls. The hair that stuck out from under his white cap was a yellow blonde.
"Huh?" was the only reply the kid gave as he stared up at a thuggish youth easily twice his size. The adolescent sneered cruelly. One of his sidekicks laughed and ran a hand through his green spiked hair.
"I think he just asked you a question. Or are you completely retarded? Hah! You must be if you're willing to walk around in public like that." The gang found this hilarious and nearly doubled over in ghoulish laughter. The younger boy didn't seem that scared but his eyes brimmed with tears that threatened to spill over at any moment.
"Aaaaaaw," the ring leader jeered "is someone going to throw a little tantrum? Better not get too worked up or just might wet your…" He stopped short. His face contorted. His eyes strained from their sockets. His lips were round in a silent scream. Only a tiny whistle escaped his throat. He fell to his knees. His abdomen had crumpled around a small fist. Mitsukuni stood firmly and protectively in front of the sad strange male who was now wiping his face with a sleeve. Mitsukuni's high pitched voice had dropped into a grave tone.
"The only one who'll be crying is you if you don't leave my new friend alone."
The small troupe was taken aback at seeing their leader dropped with just one blow.
"Who the hell are you," the verdant delinquent interjected "this little fairy's boyfriend?" A huskier member of the posse attempted to sneak up on their adorable adversary. Before he got very close he was snatched up like a pile of garbage and slammed into the ground. Mitsukuni's expression dissolved into madness and bloodlust as he stared them down. The recipient of Mitsukuni's first punch struggled to catch his breath and keep his cool. What is up with this guy? He has murder in his eyes!
"You should go away now," Mitsukuni whispered menacingly "before I get really angry."
"Mr. Green Day" pulled his fallen leader to his feet while two boys struggled to support the weight of their other wounded warrior. They scurried away with their tails between their legs each fervently hoping that no one had seen them get owned by someone who looked about elementary school age. Mitsukuni wiped his hands off in irritation. He was rapidly calming down.
"I don't like bullies." He stated matter-of-factly. For the first time during that encounter, the protector turned to address his protectee. He smiled widely. "Hi." There was a couple seconds of silence as the younger of the two gazed at his savior in awe.
"That was amazing! You're so strong! You were like a ninja or a samurai or a super hero! How did you do that? You were so scary. I mean I wasn't scared of you but still. Oh, my name is Momij Sohma."
"You can call me Honey."