6 1.5

Angelo was getting bored. In his former life, he'd been a stuntman, and he'd loved it. Honestly speaking, he had an unhealthy obsession to adrenaline. Often, by his friends he'd been called a 'goddamn adrenaline junkie that'll get himself killed messily.' He'd laughed it off. (And then he really did get himself killed in one of his shows. Angelo could almost hear his friends saying: I told you so). So sitting idly and playing around was killing him slowly. He was a drifter at heart, a challenger of the heavens. A month was the longest he could go without getting too jittery and self-destructive.

So on the third week of his stay in this world, he snapped.

{"Hey... Kori-chan..."} Angelo whined, and his System immediately came online.

{"Yes Host? Is there something I can do for you?"}

{"I'm bored."}

{"I... uh, do you want to play a game?"}

{"No,"} Angelo said, smiling lightly. {"I want a motorbike."}

Kori: (OvO) ...?

Angelo pouted slightly, his purple eyes growing wide. {"I can't?"}

{"No, no, of course you can, Host! The original body even has a license! But uh... why all of a sudden...?"}

{"What can I say? I'm an adrenaline junkie. Can you find the best and nearest place that sells motorbikes? And a BMX track while you're at it."}

{"...of course, Host."}

{"Thanks, you're the best."}

Kori suddenly felt very pleased and he suddenly became a lot more motivated.

A few seconds later, Kori spoke up again. {"Alright, Host! About a ten minute walk from here, there's a shop called 'Genesis.' It's part of the Male Lead's company, but it should be fine to go there. There's a very low chance you'll meet anyone important there. Anyway, that shop sells cars and other vehicles. That place is the best one around for a few miles."}

{"Huh. The ML owns a car company?"}

{"Not just a car company, Host! Cosmetics, cars, clothing, entertainment, food and more- he's got a foot in each and every one of them!"}

{"And the company name is Genesis... and his surname is Jeneses.... isn't that a bit narcissistic?"}

{"I... uh..."} Kori really had nothing to say to that, and Angelo laughed.

{"Chill, I don't expect you to have every answer. Thanks. And the BMX track?"} he asked.

{"Oh, yes! Another one owned by Genesis. A 30 minute drive from the shop. Five star rating from everyone who went there!"}

{"Kay, thanks again Kori-chan. I'll be heading there now. Do you want to stay here and play games or tag along?"} Angelo asked, and Kori appeared in front of him, turning a faint red and buzzing.

"I... uh, can I stay here, Host? I've sent the locations to your phone and I really need to complete level ten," Kori said. Angelo smiled indulgently.

"Sure, I'll be back a little after dinner, okay? See you later!"

"Bye Host!"

Angelo locked the door behind him and headed away. As he stepped out the lobby, he shivered slightly, and zipped up his jacket, and pulled up the hood. It was slowly turning to spring, but the weather was still cold.

A short walk later, a bit of asking around and getting lost, he found the shop Kori had been talking about and was impressed. It was a grand four storey building, with cars, motorbikes and vans shown in the display windows. They even sold equipment like helmets and such. Angelo decided he liked this place and headed inside.

Immediately, someone came up and greeted him politely.

"Hello customer, welcome to Genesis' car branch. May I ask what kind of vehicle you're looking for? Or are you here to browse? Is so, we have a large selection drinks if you'll be here for awhile."

Angelo blinked, then laughed, rubbing the back of his head. "Ah, I came here looking for motorbikes. Preferably ones that can run on pavement as well as dirt. And gear, if that's alright."

The shop assistant nodded, smiling. She said, "The motorbike section is near the back. If you see string that catches your eye, you can ask to try it out downstairs in the basement, where we have a trial track set out."

Angelo nodded, pulling down his hood. The assistant momentarily gaped, but then collected herself and nodded. "I, uh, hope you enjoy your experience here and have a good day, sir."

"Thank you," Angelo said warmly. Then he purposely ignored the blushing woman and made his way to the place the assistant had pointed out.

Almost two hours later, he was just about ready to give up. The bikes here did nothing to draw him to it. To him, the large variety here seemed far too soulless. Though, that could be because in his past life, the bikes he'd all had were either made by him or close friends, or were a gift from- Angelo mentally slapped himself for going down that road. Why the hell was he suddenly thinking of that person? Angelo's lips tightened and he sighed, turning away from the bike he'd been inspecting when something else caught his eye, and his jaw dropped open.

How the hell was it here? Could this be a coincidence? Angelo hesitantly made his way over. It was coated in dark purple and black. He circled around it, half dreading and half hoping- when he saw it.

It felt like all the air had left his lungs in one go. This couldn't be possible. This couldn't be possible, could it? There, painted so gold lightly one could barely see it unless you were looking specifically at it, was a sun half hidden by a cloud. Below the picture, a Latin phrase sat, written in tiny letters. Angelo's mouth felt dry and he looked away. What the hell was this? A trick? He wished Kori was here; maybe then the system could explain what was going on. Suddenly a voice said behind him, "You like it?"

Angelo whirled around, his heart thumping loudly and his panic breaking through the skies. He hadn't realised his hand had formed a fist and swung towards the person who'd snuck up on him. The person behind him, however, barely moved, only moving his head back a little and Angelo realised what he'd done.

"Shit!" he swore and bowed. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- I mean, I'm not making excuses, god, I'm so sorry! I just- instinctively- fuck, I'm so embarrassed. I'm really, really sorry."

"...no harm done," the man said a second later. "There's nothing to be sorry about. You didn't even land a hit."

Angelo hesitated, then slowly straightened. "Even so," he said. "I really am sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about," the man repeated, looking at Angelo blankly. "But back to my original question: you like it?"

Angelo hesitated, what kind of question was that supposed to be? But, he nodded slowly and said, "I like it."

The man nodded. "It's one of a kind. Hand-crafted and designed by the President of Genesis himself."

"Oh, is that so?" Angelo asked, his heart calming down. "It must be very expensive then. What's it doing here?"

The man shrugged. "The president felt like moving it here today. He said he felt like something important was going to happen."

"Oooh. Is that so?" Angelo asked again absently. The man watched him closely.

"...and no. It's actually not very expensive. It's been going around from Genesis shop to Genesis shop. So long as someone can actually ride the thing for longer than a minute, it'll be given to them for free as well as a custom made helmet."

That caught Angelo's attention and he frowned, turning to face the man. "Surely it can't be that hard to ride a motorbike?" he asked dubiously.

The man smiled faintly, and Angelo was suddenly struck by how tall and good looking the man in front of him was.

Olive coloured skin, about 190cm tall, with a muscular, but not overly so, frame. Pitch black hair and Phoenix shaped, onyx coloured eyes that could bring you to the depths of hell and then back. Wearing a black, custom made suit and white button up shirt. If a mob character looked this good, what would the ML and FL look like?

"Not exactly," the man said and Angelo's ears flushed red and he coughed, looking away. Hell, even this guy's voice was good! Charming and velvety, full of confidence but not arrogance. Angel really didn't know what to think.