If it had been his first time there, he probably would have let it slide. Had it been their second or more time there, he probably would have just let it go. Unfortunately for the later, neither was the case...
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The semi-blind fairy would have never thought that he would be actively going to a pub of all places; not to mention it was practically in the middle of "nowhere town", being what Mika likes to call it. At the pub, everyone was generally nice to Mika, giving him treats when he came in, a few lines of fluffy banter and even woops and hollers of his name. But there were always a few newcomers that irked the boy off more than he could properly express.
After completing one of his deliveries and finally getting the smell of blood out of his ragged clothing, Mikazuki sprinted off in the direction of said pub, much like he always did after 'deliveries'. Of course he would have much preferred to fly, but alerting everyone that he was a fairy would probably make him a little suspicious, especially since he didn't have the iconic trait of wings that went with the species.
Through dirty bandages, Mika effortlessly maneuvered down and across several streets and walkways, his mind so use to taking the familiar way almost every single day that his body moved on instinct. He had soon come to a stop in front of a circular building with cream colored walls, a dark brown roof, and a warm orange light emanating from the windows at the very outskirts of said town. Approaching the small building, Mika placed a tentative hand forward before his bandaged fingers brushed upon what felt like wood. A small grin crept up on the fairy boy's face as he pushed the door open and padded inside...
...Only to be greeted with a wave of cheers that would have made him jump if he hadn't already seen their auras through the pub walls. However, he still did provide a small jump of surprise out of courtesy before smiling gleefully at everyone who greeted him at once.
"Do you guys always have to do that when I come in?" The boy questioned before feeling a large hand on his head, ruffling around the light burgundy locks to a more messier state than previous. He didn't necessarily have to turn around to see who's hand it belonged to, as he was greeted with the gesture every time.
That hand belonged to Jonathan, a muscular, towering man with a strong sense of justice, but a gentle loving soul. His Aura was always blazing a deep red to show off his strong will and grounded nature.
"Bwahahaha! Aw, don't be like that kiddo!" His voice always made Mika's ears ring.
"We just love having you around! Let us baby you around a little!" The taller man grinned as he removed his hand, Mika immediately trying to fix what he couldn't exactly see. Right, to them, he was just a kid who swung by for some food and became a regular in the process. He had to keep it that way too.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. But can you baby me after I get some food?" Mika retorted, only receiving a smirk in return and a pat on the back that pushed him forward a bit.
Giving a few more waves and greetings to those that called out to him, Mika was suddenly stopped by one of the waitresses, who moved to his side and locked arms with him. At first he was a bit confused by the action, until his eyes landed on the Aura next to her, causing him to break out in a wide smile.
"Prim!" Mika shouted excitedly as he bounced up and down at her arrival.
Primrose was the daughter of Jonathan and the head waitress of the pub. Her personality was like liquid gold and it was almost impossible to hate her. Her Aura was normally yellow when Mika saw her. She was also the only one that took into account his 'blindness' and helped him around the pub when he needed it.
"What's up little dude? Hope my old man isn't annoying you or anything. Come on, let's get you to the bar seats, Chise already has some food waiting for you!" She spoke with twice the energy that Mika was expressing, said boy nodding eagerly as he let himself get guiding to the bar seat, plopping himself down on one of them, right next to two burly men with quiet black Auras. He could already see that it would a problem sitting next to these people, especially since they seemed new to the pub, but asking Prim if he could move elsewhere seemed rude and asking Jonathan for help would make it plainly obvious; not to mention Jonathan was probably drunk with the way his Aura swirled and spun. He had to get them out of there now before they started causing problems; is this why Prim put him next to them? But before he had a chance to think up any plan to get them to move or leave, the woman of the pub herself stood in front of him on the other side of the long table.
Now this was definitely Chise, the owner of the pub and the one who cooked most if not all of the meals. She a stout woman, but not as short as him, and was very round. Her Aura tended to be on the bright metallic silver spectrum, being the Aura of new ideas.
" Mika! Darling, I reckon you want the regular? No spoon?" She questioned with a mischievous smile. Although Mika couldn't see it, he got the message loud and clear and nodded quickly.
"You know me so well, Chise." He smiled as he swung his legs idly.
He waited a few seconds until he heard a soft clink from right in front of him, letting him know that his plate of spicy curry had arrived in all its glory. Mika could feel the heat coming off of it, but it was a short lived moment as one of the two men let out a low growl.
"Really woman? The kid could wait, we've been here for hours without any food!" One of them barked at her, only for her to let out a low chuckle.
"Sorry boys, regulars are given first priority." Chise cooed at them before disappearing into the kitchen. Mika couldn't help but adore the other's spunk as he began digging into the curry, using his hands instead of a utensil to eat; for him it was just more comfortable than holding onto an item he couldn't physically see. He made sure to make as much of a mess as curry was flying in almost every direction with the way he ate. It kinda reminded him of someone, but he could put his finger on it, nor was he given anymore time to think on it as the man sitting next to him stood up and grabbed him by his already ripped up shirt.
"Are you trying to piss me off, runt?" Was the first thing he said before turning to look at the other man who also got up.
"This rat thinks he can get food on me and get away with it?!" He barked as he turned back to Mika who was still eating, ignoring him. This seemed to anger the two men enough as the one that had Mika in his grip began dragging him towards the door, knocking over his high seat with a resounding thud. Despite this, everyone in the pub remained their lively cheerful selves, as if the two men pulling the poor boy out of the pub wasn't happening.
Mika, on the other hand, loosened up like a rag doll, his entire body limp. Even though he knew he was going to be fine and that he could take these guys out...why did it still scare him? Was it because he was small? Was it because he was a Sin with barely any memories? Was it...because they looked down at him for being a kid? Mika's breathing slowly picked up as he let his mind feed him these insults and provocations. He knew he did't need to 'freak out' to get rid of these two men, but his body nor his mind were listening to him. There was no one to calm him down either.
Before he even knew it, he was thrown to the ground outside and behind the pub.
"So twerp, you think you can get away with dirtying my clothes?" Mika was wheezing at this point. Even if he wanted to answer, he couldn't as a large boot collided with his face, causing him to slide across the ground, accumulating more dirt on his body. With his nose now bleeding, Mika murmured a few words under his breath. However the man who delivered the kick and dragging him out of the pub seemed to pick up on what he said.
"What was that? You got something to say, punk?!" The growled as he went for another kick, only to stopped by what looked like chains that appeared almost out of nowhere. The chains quickly began to wrap around the man as the fairy boy slowly got. With his switch completely flipped, he began to speak.
"First, you worms decided to show your ugly faces at the same pub that I go to."The chains wrapped around the man's left leg constricted, a resounding crack reverberated around the area as the man simultaneously screamed in pain.
"Second, I grace your horrible presence and you don't even talk to me." The right leg. Crack. Scream.
"Third, your filthy mouths addressing Chise like she belongs to you." The left arm. Crack. Scream.
"Fourth, your poor hands decided they had the right to touch my clothes."The right arm. Crack. Scream.
"And lastly...the way you pieces of shit looked down on me...unforgivable!" The neck. Crack. Silence.
"Now, I'll give you ten seconds to get out of my sight, you mongrels."
