Meto had finished unpacking and loading shelves upon shelves. The garage on its three walls were covered with parts. Organized by type and size. Tools were organized neatly upon a table placed vertically two feet away from the right side wall. Tools organized by type and size as well. He however was in the dead center of the garage. He had no idea of the approaching danger. Nor was he currently caring. He was...working. Nothing else in the world matttered at the moment. It was him...and his motorcycle in the making. Nothing and no one else existed or mattered currently.<br/><br/>He had no idea that no one informed the heir to the biggest and baddest Yukuza leader had not been informed of his arrival. Of his purchasing straight out the house with the really large garage. Honestly he didn't know anyone here. Personally at least. He still knew business people. And was still irked over his being ripped off. The Tokyo Yuho Motorcycle company ripped him off. Gave AWAY his priceless one of a kind bikes. To who and why he did not know. Nor did he care. That was hard personally made creations that he saw not one penny for. Little knowing they had given those motorcycles to that big and bad Yukuza's don.<br/><br/>He vaguelly heard the approach of a car. It was faint which meant the care was rigged to not make much noise. Little to no noise vehicle alone should have sent up a red flag warning in his mind. It didn't. He was busy. Halfway through creating his bike. The internal frame work was completed. Next stage was completing the external frame work. Then...paint job, detailing, and decaling. He was absorbed in his work. Singing softly as he worked. Thus how he did not sense, notice, or recognize the fact the garage had been opened fully.<br/><br/>He only stopped working when his mind registered the fact...someone was approaching. Even then he didn't stop working with his wrench. Not til he sensed someone around three feet maximum behind him. It was a jump up and whirl around momentary action. He wore slightly oversized glasses on his face. His actions had them falling down to the tip of his nose. Revealing sexy dark smokey black eyes. And a drop dead gorgeous face. His outfit showed off his body. And yet held that mechanic undertone and hidden mystery to it and him. "Who are you? And why are you in my garage? How did you even get into my garage? I could have sworn I had shut and locked it."