Teen Idol

“Finally home.” A soft sigh fell past her lips. It was nice to be back. She never quite knew how much she could miss home, she’s never been gone this long before, and she really needed a break.

“My sincerest apologies but I don’t believe we’ve ever met, so I don’t know your name.”

“I heard you were looking for me...Is there something you need, Kirigiri-san?”

miss-idol

“  Hey–        go get me some coffee, would’ja?  “

“Jun...I have work to do. We can’t keep fooling around like this.”

 It was reasonable for the FRAGILE idol to REACT like that. Despite  having HORRIBLE issues with girls, Mondo could tell that she was  VERY nervous, and that panic overwhelmed her BODY right now. Not  just by her GRIP against his jacket, but by that LOOK in her eyes. That AWFUL look, which always bring him INSANE. If any girl has that look, - his rage BLINDS his eyes. Why do all these FUCKING dick bags have to EXIST?! Girls AREN’T just some moving OBJECTS! And the biker DESPISED that. Oh, he promises to GOD, when they are alone, he’ll make SURE his head gets BASHED off, and let him just ROT in HELL. for what he CARES.

As his muscles RELAXED, fists lowering to his sides, and his jacket being TUCKED by Sayaka, his head looked UP, checking if there was someone. She doesn’t WANT him to beat that guy up. Well, SO BE IT. He’ll just ROT in the DARK ALLEYS. And Mondo will NOT hesitate to even rip off his head. If it were for these olive tainted hands to be painted in CRIMSON, he’ll do it. Noticing the tear falling down her porcelain cheek, he snarled his teeth, small ’ chee ’ leaving his lips, and with no thought, his other hand took her shoulder.  She’ll NOT be left all by herself. That only an ASSHOLE does, and he AIN’T one.

     ❛ I ain’t gonna leave you ALONE, Maizono. Only DICKS, and        men who are fucking COWARDS do that! C'mon, I’ll stick -        with you. But, if this guy’s gotta be PUSHY, I’ll make him —        WISH he NEVER set eyes on ya’.  ❜

“Thank you...” The idol sniffed, wiping away her tears with her sleeve. She was far too scared to look behind the biker, to see if she was still being followed. Having Mondo around made her feel much safer though. Even if he was considered a thug, she trusted him with her life.