The Prince and The Popper, Chapter 3
They say that everyone has a look alike somewhere in the world, but I don't believe in that kind of stuff. My name is Yuki Mikamura, and a trip to the supermarket proved me wrong when I met my look alike. Now I owe my brother 20 bucks.
Stalker Man's POV
Master Kyoya had ordered me to follow these two boys. I obeyed loyally, and also curious as to whom the young man that greatly resembled Master Tamaki, really was.
I was far enough to not rise any suspicions from the two yet close enough to see them as the older boy pulled out his cell phone, I tensed, not moving until he put it away.
Once he did, a black Rolls Royce pulled up beside them before taking off, the boys gone. I tried to read the license plate but it look, oddly enough, was the only thing seared with mud on the spotless car. I had to report this in, pulling out my radio that I have failed Master Kyoya.
"I've lost visual of the target. Last seen getting into a spotless, black Rolls Royce with a mud seared license plate."
With Yami and Yuki
"Ow. Thanks, Dad. My arms were being pulled out of their sockets!"
Yami said as he rolled his shoulders, sitting across from his brother was his back facing the driver, the groceries lying next to them and on the floor.
A man, in his early 40's whom was driving wore a gray chuffer suit and cap. He had pale skin and his face was framed with trimmed bread and mustache with faded blond hair and sliver of grey and white hair, the man looked in the rear view mirror with his blue eyes back at the boy, giving a kind fatherly smile.
"Yuki, don't make your brother carry all the groceries, no matter what he did." The man lightly scolded his son, glancing back at them in the rearview mirror.
Their father, Mika Mikamura, as he was most commonly known by many, was born and raised in Germany till his parents moved to Japan when he was 8. Despite being dressed as a chuffer and driving a Rolls Royce, he was really the head of a large, and still growing, construction company he had inherited from and was created by his father after coming to Japan. He has a many of many tricks at avoiding people and the press, being dressed as a chuffer was just one of them.
"So, why the disguise Dad?" Yuki asked his father as they stopped at a red light, and their father looked at Yuki in the mirror as he handed Yami 20 bucks from his wallet.
"I was just visiting an old friend of mine." Was all he said as his eyes went back to the road and the light turned green.
"No one really pays much attention to their servants, let alone what they look like now a days." He huffed, as he pulled into an Estate with iron fences surrounding lush green trees and a cobblestone road that lead up to an immaculate white mansion.
Ootori Estate
"I'm sorry master Kyoya. I lost sight of them when a strange car appeared." One of Kyoya's body guards said, bowing at the waist in apology to the third Ootori son.
"I suspect that they either knew who was in the vehicle or that they were kidnapped." Kyoya said before Tamaki could ask. The blond looked worriedly at his friend with big blueish-purple eyes in a puppy dog look.
"Kyoya! That's horrible! We must contact the police strait away! " Tamaki yelled panicky, as he snapped open his cell phone but before her could dial the numbers Kyoya took away his phone.
"Tamaki, why would someone with a Roles Royce kidnap two commoners off the street?"He asked his friend coolly, as a glare off his glasses hid his eyes, this mind trying to comprehend the reason why a spotless Roles Royce would have mud smeared on its plates. As Tamaki retreated to a corner to sulk and grow mushrooms, Kyoya quickly made a list of logical reasons.
'Money is out. A grudge is possible. The chances of the Roles Royce being theirs...' Kyoya thought as he tried to search Japan's citizen data base for one, Yuki Mikamura, the name they got form one of the cashier who had mistaken Tamaki for him at the commoners market.
The search came up with only one family with a blonde, with blueish purple eyes, of about 16, and had the name Yuki Mikamura. Kyoya skimmed threw it as he came across Yuki's High school profile, Kyoya didn't miss that it was also call Ouran, and then information about his parents.
'His father works construction for Keller Construction's Japan branch, and his mother... is a house wife.'
Kyoya was thinking as he looked Ouran, Yuki's School website to find many photos of him in his school uniform, along with his home address.
With Yami and Yuki
Both Yami and Yuki were sitting in their living room playing one of Yami's games when their mother happily answered the door, now they wearily eyed the little yellow and pink fiends that stood in front of them with angelic faces.
"What cha doing?" The pink fiend asked, she was a 7 year old girl, with big blue eyes and short chestnut brown hair done up in two buns on earth side of her head with pink pom poms holding her hair in place. She wore a pink sundress with split sleeves that reached doe to her knees and pink ballet flats on her feet.
"Natasha, go away and play with Kelsey. Where having big boy time here." Yami commanded as he started down little Natasha, commencing a staring contest. While the fiend in yellow threw herself into Yuki's lap.
"Mozart! Come and play piano with me!" The yellow fiend asked, wrapping her arms tightly around Yuki's neck, she was strong for a 10 year old. She had round brown eyes and long brown hair that reached down to her waist with a yellow bow to keep it out of her face. Her dress was the same as her sister's but she had long sleeves, white stockings and mary-janes shoes.
Yuki, or better known to his little cousins by his German name, Mozart, set down the controller on the coffee table and tried to pry her vice like grip on his neck so he could breathe. She let go as he set her down on the floor, she bounced happily back in his lap.
"Ah. Kelsey, we don't have a piano here, and don't call me Mozart." Yuki, scolded his little cousin, with a twitch of irritation. Yuki detested the name because everyone and anyone who called him that wanted him to be as good or better then the famous classical composer he was named after.
"You blinked!" Yami yelled as he grinned in victory over the now pouting 7 year old who was slowly turning pink.
"That's not fair Ludwig! You cheated!" She yelled out Yami's German name, which he hated as well, as she snatched his controller from his hands and ran away. It took only a few seconds for Yami to bolt out of his seat and catch the back of the 7 year old's dress.
"Hey! Give that back you little thief!" Yami yelled as he reached for his controller that Natasha held tightly to her chest, and once Yami got a hold of his controller she screamed.
"AAAHHHHHH! HELP! LUDWIG IS MOLESTING ME!" At her cry, Yami froze as he felt his blood turned cold.
A big man, of about 7 feet tall, with a shiny bald head, wearing black visor sunglasses dressed in a black leather jacket with black jeans that were ripped at the knees, and black biker boots had his arms crossed as her looked at Yami with a stone face, standing to one side. He was not the one Yami was afraid of, but the petit, 5 foot tall woman, with long blond hair and blue eyes that were narrowed at the Yami's had on her daughter. She was dressed in a white spaghetti strapped dress that hugged her breasts and stomach before in flared out around her waist, white flats on her feet.
Yami quickly held his hands up in the air, allowing Natasha to skip happy behind her mother and stick out her tongue at her older cousin once she was out of his reach.
"Ludwig. Explain. Now." She ordered as Yami gulped, looking towards his brother for help only to see that he had slipped out of the room.
'Traitor!'
With Yuki
"Isn't it lovely Mozart? Now you can play that new piece for everyone." Sunako Miakmura told her eldest son as she happy showed him the grand white piano that sat under the large Sakrua tree in their backyard.
She smiled at her son, who gave her a fake smile, and she knew it. She frowned sadly as she watched her son look so forlorn at the paino.
"Yay! Now Mozart can play with me!" Kelsey cheered as she hopped on to the bench and looked over a Yuki, patting the place next to her.
"Come on Mozart! I wanna play a piece for grammy too!" She yelled as she placed her fingers over the keys and started to slowly play twinkle, twinkle little star with a few sour notes that made Yuki cringe.
"You better teach her to play better, before Darcy comes after you." Sunako joked, as she smiled before hearing a scream coming from inside the house.
"Mommy! Help!" Yami's voice reached their ears, as they both saw the youngest Mikamura struggle to claw his way out of the living room.
"Yeah. I'll do that." Yuki quickly said as he made his way over to his little cousin in time to stop her from damaging his ears. Sunako made her way back into the house to save her son from her sister-in-law, but she knew that Darcy would kill or permanently injure her favorite nephew.
A lot of you thought it was Kyoya/Tamaki/the Host club in the Rolls Royce, but it wasn't. Read and review to modivate me to bother writting this story.
