Unaware of the plot to kill him, Mondo Oowada sleeps peacefully in his bed. It's now well past noon, but still, he sleeps. Some might say he deserves it; after all, he did have to chase off some unfriendly rivals last night. He deserves it, right? Well, he certainly believes so.
Unfortunately, the little Maltese pup licking at his face does not share these beliefs. Giving a soft groan, Mondo swats half-heartedly at the puppy.
"Mmn...nngh...five more minutes, Neige," he mumbles into the pillow, pulling his blanket closer. Neige yips and whines at her master's response, then decides sitting on him will be appropriate. The biker huffs, but he makes no move to shake her off, so she stays.
The peace lasts for all of about five minutes, before Leon Kuwata's voice blares over the intercom, "Mondo Oowada! Yer in big t-r-o-u-b-l-e, mister!" Mondo groans again, a bit louder, and lifts his head up, violet eyes still heavy with sleep blinking slowly. His bi-colored hair is a mess; the dark black strands fall across his neck and shoulders, and the curly blonde hair covers his face almost completely. "Ya' better get down here!" The voice cuts off, and Mondo slumps back down onto his pillow. He wrestles mentally with the idea of getting up for a while, before he decides that it's not worth getting his ears chewed off. Slowly, the Alpha rises, giving a mighty yawn. Neige hops off of his back and the bed onto the floor, running to wait for him by the door. Mondo feels around for his cellphone first, finds that he's got six missed calls and ten new texts, then curses before tumbling most ungracefully out of bed, dressed in nothing but his boxers.
He takes his time getting up and fixing his hair into the outrageous pompadour that he always sports, lining his eyes in a cat's eye style with his eyeliner, then pulling on his pants, belt, a white tank top that accented every muscle on his chest and stomach (even the hard, flat abdominal muscles), and the black jacket with the beautiful gold inscriptions. The black jacket that solidified his image as the untouchable Biker King.
Since he isn't planning on doing anything, Mondo decides to forgo putting on socks or shoes, and shuffles downstairs. The smell of food wafting through the air draws him like a moth to light into the kitchen, and there he sees it. A fresh plate of bacon, eggs, and sausage, just the way he likes it. His stomach growls, and just as the eager Alpha reached for his prize...
"Mondo Othello Oowada!" He flinches, and suddenly he regrets telling a certain Omega female his cursed middle name (what Japanese dad gave his son an English middle name? Curse his father.), and Mondo turns to look at her.
There to the left of him stands Aoi Asahina, her arms crossed in front of her sweatshirt-clad chest, blue eyes narrowed, foot irrepressibly tapping the floor. Leon stands beside her, smirking like a little sibling who's gotten the elder into trouble (you know what? Curse Leon Kuwata, too.), watching the scene with glee. Mondo snatches a sausage patty and chews on it.
"You are in big trouble!"
"Uh-huh."
"Bed empty, motorcycle gone, no note? Why, you could've gotten yourself killed!"
"Uh-huh."
"You know you're not supposed to—Mondo Oowada, are you listening to me?!" She's yelling now as Mondo looks into the pantry, shaking his hips a bit.
"I was listenin'. Somethin' 'bout me bein' the greatest biker ever?" He pulls out a box of graham crackers and munches on them nonchalantly. Aoi bristles.
"This is serious! What would Daiya say if he was—"
"That's enough," Mondo says suddenly. Aoi quiets. "Don' bring my big brother into this."
"In case you don't remember, he left me in charge of you," Aoi reminds him. "If I let anything happen to you..." She trails off, walks over to Mondo and sweeps some of the long straight hair in the back off his shoulders. She looks at him with worried, motherly eyes, and Mondo frowns.
"'m sorry, a'ight? It had ta' be dealt with quick, fast, an' in a hurry—Leon!" Mondo's attention turns to the red-head, who's attempted to sneak off with Mondo's breakfast, and snarls. "Put it down're yer dead." Leon giggles, sets the food down and runs off somewhere in the house, and Aoi rolls her eyes and follows him to make sure he doesn't get into trouble.
This is home.
