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Panic

It had been a really quiet day at the shop so far, luckily for Souda seeing as it was only him working there today.

Once again his father had gone out drinking the night before, this wasn't usually a problem but last night the older man had gotten completely smashed, and he was unable to work the next day.

Souda was also not in the best shape (for reasons he'd rather not talk about) but it was down to him to run the shop- they couldn't afford to close for the day, money was in short supply at the Souda household, especially with Souda's father drinking the little they made away every night.

The young mechanic sighed and drummed his fingers on the counter; all he'd done today was inflate a tire on a kid's bike.

"What a way to spend your Saturday..." he mumbled, and then remembered he had nothing better to do anyway.

Leon was playing some big game today, Hinata had plans with Komaeda and he never really knew what Hagakure was doing.

He sighed loudly and leaned on the desk, it was just so boring!

Another hour or so passed before something finally happened.

He heard a rumbling noise in the distance, that grew louder and closer with every passing second. When Souda thought the engine noises couldn't get any louder a motor bike pulled up outside- it was quite obviously the source of all the commotion.

A man jumped off the bike. There were a few outstanding features about this man: his hair was brushed over his face in a pompadour, he wore a big black coat with gold writing all down the back, but most of all- he looked angry as hell.

Souda was a man who tried to look tough, but that was merely a façade put on by his choice of fashion. In reality, Souda was a man who got intimidated easily, a man who let people step all over him.

The mechanic shrunk back behind the counter slightly when he noticed that not only was the grumpy looking man coming in to his shop, he also went to Souda's school!

Mondo Oowada, the most feared guy in school. A gang leader who could pick a fight with anyone and probably win!

"Oh man, this is not my day..." Souda wined mentally, stiffening up as Mondo stomped in. "H-hello, how I can help you today?" he stuttered nervously.

"I need my bike fixed." Mondo grunted pointing behind him with his thumb at the bike that sat outside "You had better know what you're doing."

"U-uh what seems to be the problem with it?" Souda asked- man this guy was scary as hell.

"I'm not that sure what's wrong with it. But I was in a crazy wreck last night an' now it's making this rattling nose when I ride, and one of the exhaust pipes is bent outta shape. Also it's packed full of dents and shit."

"Okay..." Souda nodded "I will get right on that, I-if you just leave your bike here with me."

"Yeah sure- just don't fuck it up anymore, that bike is pretty much all I got." the last part of Mondo's sentence sounded soft and sincere; in fact it almost sounded sad.

This bike must be really important to him..." Souda thought, becoming more worried about doing this project.

He had to get it right.

"Oh and I need fixed by tonight." Mondo added nonchalantly as if it were an easy task.

If Souda had been drinking something when he heard that last bit, he would have spat it out in shock! "T-tonight?" he managed to say, bike jobs normally took a day at least to finish!

"Yeah is that a problem?" the biker snapped.

"No!" Souda squeaked "No, not at all... come back at 7:00 I-I'll have it done I promise." Souda gulped, how the hell was he going to do this? He could only pray that the job would be easier than it sounded.

"Right, I'll be back then." Mondo said sharply then left the shop without another word.

The moment Mondo was out of sight Souda flopped down on to the four and pulled his beanie down over his eyes for a moment as he rocked back and forth trying too sooth his rising panic.

He looked at the clock on the wall... it was 4:35, that meant he had exactly 2 hours and 25minuets to finish this whole project. The mechanic laughed hysterically in disbelieve then said a quiet "Ah fuck..." as he got up off the floor and made his way outside to the bike.

There was no way he was going to do this but he could at least make a start on it before Mondo came back and kicked his ass- maybe the biker would half his misery if he got half the work done.

-*-

The job had not gone well to say the least.

Souda's hands shook the whole time he worked on the bike, and all he'd managed to do by 6:50 was sort out the crushed exhaust pipe and get a few dents out!

He was sooooo dead.

Every time Souda looked at the clock his heartbeat increased significantly and he felt physically sick to his stomach.

6:55

Shit.

Souda didn't think his hands could move any faster, every move he did was clumsy and he was really not doing the best job on this precious motor bike.

Hell, he could even be making it worse right now, his hands were moving by themselves as his mind raced.

6:59

This was it.

He was going to die in a minuet.

Souda really hoped the gang leader would be late.

7:00

The shop doors swung open and Mondo Oowada trudged in.

Fuck.

"Ya finish my bike?" the biker asked, he seemed a lot calmer than before. Perhaps this was because he assumed his bike was done?

"N-Not-" Souda couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence, he practically choked on his own words.

Mondo looked at the squirming mess that was Kazuichi Souda, and his face suddenly looked quite guilty "Look man, shit, I don't need the bike tonight. Half my gang is in the damn hospital after that fucking wreck last night."

Souda was both relived and confused, "S-so does that mean this ain't gotta be done for a few days?" he asked cautiously, he really didn't want to piss the biker off.

"Nah," Mondo waved his hand to certify the point "Look I was in a really bad mood this morning, y'know cause of the wreck, so I'm sorry if I seemed like more of an ass the usual."

"Ah, uh- no you're good, I just scare easy" Souda laughed, more relaxed than before- this Mondo guy wasn't that bad.

"Well that ait good, ya gotta stick up for yourself sometimes or you'll get nowhere in life."

Truer words had never been spoken to Souda, that tiny pep talk meant a lot to him "Yeah you're right, uh- thanks, I'll have your bike done by Monday"

"Sounds good ta me!" the gang leader smiled, and then he was gone.

The mechanic now felt slightly better with himself- and he most certainly wasn't panicking anymore.

The change in Mondo's personality showed him that nobody was nasty all the time; it gave Souda a better outlook on life.

Souda had done such a god job with Mondo's bike that the gang leader always sent his gangs bikes there for repairs, which meant there was finally more money in the Souda house hold.

Things were looking up, slightly.