Happy New Year!

This starts just after Takemichi was pleading for Mikey to reconsider the Moebius feud and Draken brought up postponing it until they know a bit more.

Mikey could feel a deep frost chilling him from the inside out as he stared accusingly at Draken's perplexed expression. He didn't know what that feeling was, but he certainly didn't like it, nor the feeling like the ground beneath him had suddenly begun to sway at the shock of being doubted and questioned by Draken.

He didn't get the chance to give voice to any of his mounting uncertainties when in walked Osanai, blustering and swaggering like a damned peacock. "Change your name to the Middle School Baby Alliance instead," and damn the dude didn't just have a perfectly punch-able face, but an equally grating voice to match.

"We came all the way to meet you, Mikey-chan," the elder teased with what he must've thought was a sultry voice. "We've heard all about the Invincible Omega Mikey," this drew a round of raucous laughter from the gallery of jeering men, "but you're even cuter than I expected."

"Bringing this many people against middle-school babies like you said," Mikey pointedly ignored him, "you're exactly the piece of shit I imagined you to be, Osanai-kun."

"Huh? I didn't catch that, little baby," Osanai taunted, leaning in real close with his hand behind his ear. Then he took an obnoxiously obvious whiff of Mikey's scent, his face blanking for a second before a sardonic grin stretched across his lips at the scent of multiple Alphas practically cloaking Mikey. "Whoa whoa," he backed up, "this how you've been growing your little baby alliance, Mikey-chan? You letting yourself get eaten up by any Alpha who comes your way?"

Osanai smirks as the jeers and catcalls from his members start up, reaching behind him for a cigarette when he spots the horrified and pitying expression on some scrawny blonde nearby. Realizing it was aimed at him, Osanai felt rage bubble up and was swiftly distracted by punching the other kid.

Mikey carefully lowered Pah-chin's unconscious form down onto the ground a safe distance away, as the wild taunting of the crowd grew more boisterous again, mixed in with mocking laughter. "What the hell you on about, little boy? Where you been lookin' at, talking shit like that?"

"Oi Mikey, how about getting on your knees for us first, huh?"

"C'mere and take off that shirt baby, we'll show you what a real Alpha looks like."

"Even if you're just brats we ain't gonna let you off easy!"

"Better start getting your ass ready, Mikey-chan!"

Undisturbed, Mikey strode up confidently to Osanai, who easily towered over him and was taking a relaxed drag of his cigarette. The elder turned as he noticed Mikey's approach, "oh?" He pulled out the cigarette, "you wanna go, Mikey?" he dragged the name out, licking his lips as a depraved glint shone in his eyes blatantly raking down over Mikey's form.

Returning him with a blank look, Mikey blinked up silently at him, unimpressed. Osanai reached out as if to grab at him, and in one smooth movement, Mikey swung his leg up and connected precisely with Osanai's temple. The force of his power and momentum combined brought Osanai slamming head-first into the cement, knocking him out instantly. "Keep your filthy hands to yourself."

Dark eyes glancing up threateningly enough for the silenced crowd to all take a step back, Mikey continued, "any of you who think Pah-chin lost, show yourself. I'll kill you myself." It was silent enough to hear a few audible gulps from the gathered Moebius members as Mikey lifted his chin. "Toman belongs to me. As long as I'm around, no one is losing," he grinned ferally.

Then in an instant, his killing aura dissipated as he turned slightly and spoke over his shoulder, "sorry, Ken-chin. I just slipped."

The still stunned crowd watched on as Mikey's entire demeanour shifted to completely non-threatening in front of the young Alpha Vice Commander. Many of the Alphas there assumed that Draken must clearly be Mikey's Alpha and therefore even though Mikey might hold the title of Commander, he still ultimately deferred to Draken in the end just like this. This settled their uneasiness a little bit, as none of them were willing to let go of their pride enough to submit to the whims of an Omega leader, no matter how powerful they were.

Everyone was side-tracked when Osanai had apparently come-to and tried to rush Mikey with a broken bottle and was swiftly taken down by Draken. "You left the true delinquent path. Raping women, assaulting parents, all the shit you've done going on a damn power trip. All of you listen up! If you continue acting deplorable, we'll come looking to kill you ourselves."

"What the fuck, these guys are insane!" mutters were rippling across the crowd at the ease and confidence displayed by both Mikey and Draken.

"These are middle-schoolers?"

"There's no way that guy's really an Omega."

"Mikey just pulverized your Commander!" Draken's voice cut through the grumbling. "Any of you got a problem with that?" His sharp gaze swept across the room, taking in the clearly resistant and bitter looks many were shooting at Mikey, particularly from prideful Alphas who couldn't accept being weaker than an Omega. "If not, then Moebius is gonna be under the Tokyo Manji Gang from today!"

Glancing back at his Commander, Draken took in Mikey's pleased yet sharp smile. The little shit was probably happy that their numbers were probably going to double after this, but Draken knew trying to wrestle this many new Alphas under their command was spelling a whole lot of headaches for him starting now.