Toji's distress only worsened as the seconds passed, you were just here he swore it you were — but as the minutes turned to hours searching around the mall he felt you were just gone, dead to the world or taken off the face of this cruel earth.

You were a popstar and he was the body gaurd you'd hired, although it felt he was more so your babysitter at time's he still was supposed to be with you. It wasn't rare for bad things to happen to people as famous as you were.

Toji wanted to kick himself as he went up and down escalators and into different shops looking for you like a lost puppy...although he couldn't figure out which one of you two was the puppy. He'd spent most his life as assassin, he never had a problem finding people then — so why were you so very hard to find, it shouldn't have been this hard.

But abruptly as he turned a corner his poor heart started doing flips in his cheat, or thats what it felt like to the man — There you were, sitting on a bench against a wall: with several empty cotton candy cones and one in your hand, eating away.

He wanted to curse himself for not looking there first. Here he was thinking he was gonna fall over from a heart attack looking for you for the past 3 hours, and you were eating cottten candy.

His footsteps were so very rushed as he practically ran over to that bench.

"Why'd you leave me? You're suppose to stay with me" He huffed, his arms crossing as he tried to calm himself from having an aneurism or a mental breakdown — or both.

"What were ye doin'? What if someone stole you." He growled, although he was way more shaken up then he'd ever admit.