I trained rigorously and imagined every possible weapon that could be used against me. Did I go overboard? Maybe. I doubt that clown has a samurai, but better safe than sorry. I was so busy training I barely managed to keep updated on the dance. Though I was relieved to hear about Kanako's fiancé. So now I knew she wasn't creeping on Haruhi with any actual amount of seriousness. At least that's one thing I didn't have to worry about. The previous gang leader also updated me on Haruhi's safety every day, almost as soon as incidents happen, but I knew she was in good hands.
Then it was finally the day of the dance. I already packed a duffel bag with a tux, bandages, and a few medical supplies. I had about three hours before the dance and I was due to meet him at the warehouse at the same time, so I wouldn't be there when they started up the party. I felt a strange mix of anxiousness and excitement that usually came before a fight and I honestly didn't know what to do with myself. The only thing that kept running through my mind was that the previous gang leader better not reveal himself.
Haruhi walked to the store, everything was already prepared by the staff but apparently Tamaki ran out of ramen and needed more. Even with the elevated status of a Host, Haruhi was still stuck fetching "Commoner Things" for the ridiculous host club, but mostly Tamaki. He somehow manages to involve everyone else in his antics. Maybe that's why he's president. She walked a little faster, careful not to spill her precious cargo, when she suddenly bumped into someone really tall. Actually, he was around the same height as Mori, though she couldn't imagine Mori with a green Mohawk. Then again…
"Whoa, hey there doll. Didn' mean ta run into ya like that! Well, I gotta go and stalk you from a safe distance! Be safe!" he called over his shoulder before she could even say a single word.
"Wait!? What the hell did he just say?!" Haruhi exclaimed as she started to go blue from shock.
Yeah, Haruhi is in good hands for sure. With a sigh of aggravation I picked up the duffel and patted down my clothes, making sure everything was in it's proper place. Wait, almost forgot the rope. Jeez, what am I thinking? Rope is so important. I just can't tell you how many times it comes in handy. Then, without looking back, I walked to the warehouse that was undoubtedly a trap.
Yep. I knew it. There were at least twenty five assholes right out front. They smirked at me as I walked past and into the spacious interior where the dumbass ring leader himself stood, proud as a scrawny chicken on top of the hen house, in the center of the warehouse. Also as predicted, he held a bat and a knife was strapped to his waist. This was going to be fun. I tossed the bag to the side and stood, arms crossed and a confident smirk on my lips. The baggy sweatpants and hoodie hid any curves I had as well as weapons I had hidden on my person. If, by some miracle, they were unarmed I would kindly as if I could remove my weapons, but clearly that wasn't going to happen. There was no way I was going to reveal my weapons now. I preferred to go without using weapons in fighting but I needed something just in case.
"What's with the duffel?"
"Don't mind that. I have to go to a party afterwards and I didn't want to ruin the suit." he gave me an almost patronizing look.
"Oh, I don't think you'll make it."
"Not if you keep flapping your gums, num-nut. How are we doing this? One at a time or mass mayhem? I recommend all at once, saves time and it also happens to be your best choice to beat me." he was awfully sensitive if that's all it took to piss him off.
"NOW!" well then, let the games begin. Surprisingly -not really- he stayed back a bit while five morons came at me from all directions. Moron number one came at me from the left with moron two and three. A quick tug and throw over my shoulder sent him hurdling into moron four and five at my right. Moron two and three were dispatched with a duck and weave to the right of moron two, a hard punch into the kidney of moron three, and a roundhouse kick to the back of moron two's head. All within the span of seven heartbeats. That makes five down and around twenty to go. Oh yeah, it was good to be bad and back in action, I thought as eight guys rushed at me from the entrance of the warehouse. Did I laugh like a mad scientist? Maybe, but I doubt the morons were lucid enough by the end of the fight to mention for sure.
The party was just winding down and I had to admit that it was quite fancy. With a chuckle I located Haruhi in a tux sitting against the wall. I sat down quietly next to her with only a slight limp. A bastard went down and decided to swipe and my left calf. It only cut it a little but I was just glad I didn't need stitches. I settled for firmly bandaged, along with the cut on my right cheek, my left forearm, and a cheap shot about five inches long at a slight incline to the left in the middle of my back. Ass-wipes. I would have beaten them even more if they weren't already unconscious by the time I noticed and my consciousness refused to allow me the luxury of petty revenge.
"You look rather handsome. Did you have fun?" Haruhi looked over at me in surprise.
"Yeah, but what happened to you?" thankfully, I didn't have to dodge that particular question because the twins' voices burst through the crowded room.
"Now, we'll have the last event. This will be given to Miyako-hime, the top point getter. A blessing kiss from king… modified… FUJIOKA HARUHI!" a beam of bright light suddenly spotlighted Haruhi.
"Devil Twins say what!?" I shouted as Haruhi and Tamaki turned white from shock.
"HEY?!" Tamaki yelped suddenly.
"It's all because Kyoya said if we have an accident at the end, it would be more fun." the twins replied with a shrug while the guests began to chatter excitedly. Kyoya came up and whispered something in her ear that I barely caught.
"How about doing this instead of the dance? We'll cut off your debt by 1/3." then she was all on board while I glared holes at the back of Kyoya's head. That bastard! Just what crazy ideas have they been getting?
"Don't worry, I only have to kiss her cheek." Haruhi reassured me as she walked by.
"Isn't this her first kiss?" Honey mused causing Tamaki to freak out. But it was too late, Haruhi was already leaning in to kiss Miyako's cheek.
"HOLD THAT KISS!" Tamaki yelled in outrage and jumped to stop her… ultimately pushing Haruhi forward into a kiss on the lips. Kyoya, that dark bastard that he was, looked rather pleased with the events. The audience roared in approval and wonder at Tamaki's actions. Tamaki struggled to explain his actions as Haruhi, bless her heart, gave him the cold shoulder for making her sacrifice her first kiss like that. She then totally dismissed Tamaki and ate cake with Honey.
"Hey, what's with the cut?"
"Yeah, and you're limping." Kaoru said after Hikaru inquisitively. A lonely girl in a dress walked by looking rather dejected and I found my escape.
"I'd totally answer but I have a sudden desire to dance with that girl there. Totally unrelated and not suspicious." I walked over to her with a gentle smile, ignoring the twins' sputtering protests, "Hello there, maiden fair. I know there isn't any music at the moment, but would you care to dance? If it helps, I'll hum a waltz tune." she blushed severely and looked down, her dark eyes a little misty.
"Are you sure? I mean, I'm rather plain…" ah, one of those, eh? Weird, you'd think a dark and femininely cute pixie cut would bring more confidence.
"Even the most beautiful flower appears plain among it's humble leaves before it blossoms. So, will you allow me to take this dance, and blossom for the trouble while in my arms?" I said charmingly. I probably shouldn't be dancing with this cut on my calf but I couldn't help it. I did not want to talk about my past as the Silver Wolf and the… abilities that I gained from my many years as such. And so, I hummed the tune for the Vietnamese Waltz like a dork, and gracefully made a complete stranger blossom. All to avoid talking about the warehouse full of morons, completely unconscious and severely injured. Yep, I have a feeling I won't be able to avoid that topic forever. Why was I keeping it a secret again? Oh yeah, people start acting weird when they know. Not that this place could get any weirder. Damn, I just jinxed myself. This can't be good.
Ha, sorry if there wasn't enough violence for you or anything. I've never done anything large scale like that and I didn't want to botch it, so I kind of glazed over a good part of it. At least Mao got injured and everyone is more than a little suspicious of her now. Just wait until Renge appears in the next update. Can't wait to see how that goes! Anyone have any idea what type she'll try and assign Mao? Hehehe, neither do I! Let's find out together!
Keep Calm and Carry On!