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Mondopeko Week, Day One: Nightmares/Flashback/Hurt & Comfort
This became a common practice between the two lovebirds, What, you ask? Waking up Mondo from nightmares, He commonly had nightmares of that DAMNED competition, It was his biggest regret, He didn’t have to show off, He shouldn’t have, He ruined everything, Now he had to run the gang off of lies, The blood splattered onto the truck and onto his hands, Seeing his elder lying in his arms, whispering his final words, it’s been on his back for how many years now? 10? God he was so sad he couldn’t even remember the year his brother died, he was such a mistake, He fucked up, He fucked up, He fucked up, He fucked up, He fucked up, He fucked up, He fucked up, He fucked up-
Mondo soon jolted up from the terror and his eyes quickly filled with tears streaming down his skin, his concerned wife, Peko Pekoyama, sitting at his side, Her red eyes glimmered with worry, She was a pretty light sleeper, so the sudden movement woke her from her slumbers quickly, a glance at the clock told her it was currently 2:33AM, Though the time didn’t matter much, It was time to start the 7 steps. Peko was never the best at emotions, but she had developed a sort of routine when he was panicked or stressed, The first step would be wrapping her arms around the bikers exposed neck, Caressing him softly with the warmth of her touch, It was her way of saying she was here, they were here. It was 2035 and they were here. They made it.
The second step was softly beginning to hum, Rocking both of them softly to the beat of the song, Her lips started to sing the words “Wake you sleepers, it’s time to get dressed..” Mondo always found her singing voice soothing, She was embarrassed to sing most of the time, however, She would do anything for Mondo’s sake, even if it took fighting armies to just be in his arms. Or well, more like holding him in her arms. Mondo might be an intimidating bike leader, but to her, he was her soft little bear.
The third step would be after she felt him relax in her grasp, She would whisper to the other “Are you feeling better? Would you like to talk about it?” While she was never the best with words, she always asked, even if she already inferred what happened in the nightmare, she could always give a fighting shot to cheer him up. His lilac eyes were watery, but he did his best to explain, trying to stay strong, he hated seeming weak, but it was just so hard sometimes, he would finally pipe up, trying to hide his cracking voice by leaning into her shoulder to muffle his story. She’d heard it before, it was the most common nightmare, Though it always shook him up, why wouldn’t it? It was the worst day of his life, it took away his brother and shoved him into leadership, Responsibility he was never ready for, He challenged Daiya sure, but he never realized how much his older brother did. Not until it fell onto his head to take care of in his place.
The fourth step was kissing the top of his head, ushering from her quiet tone reassurance “It’s okay, You aren’t there, It wasn’t your fault, Daiya would be so proud of everything you’ve done.” Mondo would soon grip his wife into a strong hug, keeping his head into her soft shoulder, Muttering apologies and promising to keep her safe, He refused to fail her like he did his brother, Step five came next, she placed her delicate head on his pompadour and rubbed his back , feeling the bony structure covered in skin. Giving him a soft kiss on the head.
He soon let go, wiping his eyes with the white button up he called pajamas, Next was step six, which was by far her favorite, she felt childish when it first became a tradition, It was child’s play after all, however, it was adorable to see him in such a state, she would give a sudden jab to his side with two of her fingers, well known as the human “taser”, which caused a sudden movement from the other, Mondo immediately knew what that meant. His lilac eyes widened, the tears fully dissolved from before, it felt like a distant memory now, as a grin plastered on his mug.
Tickle fight.
The playful banter between the couple began suddenly as the silver haired girl leaped onto the biker with a swift movement from her legs, landing onto his stomach as she heard Mondo start shrieking with laughter, starting to move sporadically in place, his face planted with uncontrollable laughter, his palm placed onto his head firmly, he couldn’t control it at the moment from the sensation, it was too much to move. he did his best to retaliate, he really did, though, the swordswoman was much quicker than the himbo himself. It came from her many years of training in the Kuzuryuu Clan, after all.
The man would be howling, wheezing for air, he was waving his white sleeve to represent a flag as he tried saying through gasps of laughter “I-I su-SURRENDER!” He would shout as loud as he could due to the sensation surrounding his skin, it only allowed him to scream. Peko would have a smug smile on her face. He seemed to be doing better already, however, there was the final step left.
Here came the final step. Step 7
She leant down to kiss him on the lips, soon drawing away with a line of salvia between the two of their mouths, she would softly whisper “I love you.” Rolling next to him on the bed, staring up to the ceiling with him, the lovely giggles leaving her mouth as she saw how dazed he was now from the 7 steps of nightmare comfort.
He had such an amazing partner.