When blue skies turn grey

Maleko Haoa| Father to twins |25| Will beat your ass

[malekoxhaoa]

Maleko looked over his shoulder at the scream his sister let out, immediately on alert and looking for any other sign of another person. She wanted him to let this piece of shit go? It was taking every fiber of his being to not break a few more bones. He huffed, looking to her eyes and noticing the tears that they held. “Okay.” He nodded his head, relaxing a bit. He didn’t want to make his sister fear him. “Okay.” He repeated, calmer this time as he slowly rose to his full height. “We’ll go.” He spit down at the man before stepping over him. 

“Give her a thank you for saving your pathetic excuse of a life.” He sneered at the man on the floor. “You got lucky today, you might not get so lucky next time.” Maleko threatened. He had several connections and he would have them watching out for this man. If they saw him trying this kind of stuff with another woman- or person in general, they would take care of him for Maleko. 

“Okay, lets go.” Maleko spoke, touching his fingers to Isabella’s elbow. “I’ll walk you home.” This was not how he wanted to meet his sister in person, nor the first impression he wanted to give. But, what’s done is done and there is nothing he can do about it but make sure that she was safe.

[malekoxhaoa]

Maleko was now intrigued as the woman was quick to turn back to her phone. Usually when people looked away from him, it was due to intimidation or disgust, but with her, there was a stark difference in her mannerisms. “Nothing?” He mused, his eyes sliding over her. She was attractive herself, one night stand worthy. However, he wasn’t one to really put on the moves lately. His kids kept him too busy to ever indulge himself in anything that he wanted. “Didn’t look like nothing.” He raised an eyebrow at her, slinging his arms over the top of the bench, darting his eyes to his kids to check on them before paying attention to the girl again.

[lorelaiscoffee]

[malekoxhaoa]

“Now I love my kids but they can finally go into kindergarten and I can get some sleep.” He wasn’t the best father and he still didnt know exactly what he was doing but it is what it is. Maleko watched as a young girl came up and dug around for a sippy cup. He remembered when Kaleo and Nalani were that size. Children grow so fast. “You’re not the whitest person I’ve seen so.” Maleko shrugged his shoulders. His eyes went back to his kids, tracking Nalani by the slide and Kaleo on the swings. 

[malekoxhaoa]

Maleko scoffed at the woman. "Is it a crime to wipe sweat off a forehead?" He curled his lip in distaste. She was lucky they were at a park or he would have a few choice words for the girl. "I don't know wether I find your bitchiness attractive or just fuckin annoying." He rolled his eyes. He looked away from her and out to the park to focus on his kids to make sure they weren't getting hurt.

[malekoxhaoa]

"Oh it's definitely not the heat that I meant." Maleko shook his head. "I meant that school starts up in the fall and then I can get a bit of a break." It sounded a little selfish but taking care of two rowdy twins when you still didn't know what you were doing as a parent was rough. "If I couldn't tell you were Irish by your accent, your pasty skin would do the job. Looks like the heat doesn't really suit you." He was unabashedly honest. "Nalani is going to go crazy over that shit." He let her try a pumpkin spiced hot chocolate once and he loved it a bit too much.

[malekoxhaoa]

"I don't doubt that." Maleko muttered, running a hand down his face. "I look older than I am too." Life has aged him beyond his years. "You call this style?" He looked down at himself, there wasn't much special about it but he guessed maybe he was out of the times.

[malekoxhaoa]

"So you've noticed the muscles." He pointed out, raising an eyebrow at the girl. "Well not only that but you had to be paying attention to me to notice any of that." He leaned back, his elbows relaxing on the top of the bench. "I don't ask for attention, it's just a given I guess."

[xemptywithyoux]

@malekoxhaoa

Walking home late was not anything Isabella wasn’t used to. It was actually pretty damn common that she left the studio at about eleven o’clock, and nobody really cared about the safety of the ballerinas once they were out there so she was on her own. With a hand on her handbag and another one in her purse, holding her pepper spray just in case, Izzy walked home step by step faster. Cat callers and creeps were not unfamiliar to her either. She walked with her headphones in, even when there was no music playing (safety rules her grandma had given her before moving out to New York), so most of the times she just ignored them all from the subway station until she was safe and sound at home. 

That one night though, she got an insistent one. The creep started following her from the moment she got on the subway, and it had been three blocks where Izzy had been forced to use different streets in attempt to miss him, but the guy followed close. 

        “Can I help you?” Izzy asked, lowering her headphones and turning around, ready to face him. She was not intimidating at all. Five feet two inches and ninety five pounds of lean muscle weren’t enough against a six feet man, who was probably nearing two hundred pounds, but she could try. Confidence sometimes had better results than any kind of physical altercation.          “You can. How flexible ballerinas really are?” The guy asked seemingly out of nowhere which spooked Izzy for a second before she realized her pointe shoes were hanging from a side of her bag. Isabella held her breath and looked away, calculating another exit, but before she even knew it, the guy had cornered in some kind of no end street. Her only exit was a long dark alley that didn’t look safer than the situation she was in.          “Stay. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me.” Izzy tensed up, taking one step back, her hand tightening around the pepper spray thing inside her bag, though with the wind blowing the way it was blowing, she would end up with pepper spray in her eyes instead of him, so perhaps it wasn’t the wisest choice.           “Or what?” The guy stepped in closer, one of his steps being the same as two or three of hers. Izzy didn’t know what to do but stayed still and strong, despite her heart threatening to come out from her ribcage. 

[malekoxhaoa]

Maleko had been working late this summer as he wanted to be able to be with his kids during the day when they were awake rather than when they were sleeping. The schedule worked good, because, it also allowed him to keep tabs on his sister for the occasional late practices she kept. he didn’t worry about her too much in the daylight as there were more people out and less places to hide. 

He liked to be able to watch out for her. New York was full of sick creeps and it gave him a piece of mind to make sure that she was alright himself. She was a beautiful, young dancer and there were plenty of men (or women even) that would love to take advantage of her whether it be for her money or her looks. For the past five years, he has taken out any threat he thought was coming for her. He was silent about it though, never sure how to properly introduce himself to his sister. He didn’t look like such a trustworthy guy himself. He had intimidating features and he knew it-- he was successful in his past gang for a reason.

He kept to himself as he shadowed his sister, just making sure that she got home alright before he would go off to his own apartment. He had of course noticed the man trailing her but he didn’t make any moves yet. If the man backed off, he could stick to the shadows and take care of him another day where Isabella didn’t need to witness any brutality. 

He narrowed his eyes as Isabella turned around to face the man. That obviously meant she felt uncomfortable enough for a confrontation so it was time that he took a step in. He could just be a random stranger coming to diffuse tension- he would take note of the man and deal with him properly tomorrow. He started to cross the street, walking slowly to analyze the situation further and how to handle it. He saw red as the man began cornering her. His steps sped up and he reached the man quickly, his strides large. 

He didnt take even a second to hesitate. He gripped the back of the mans shirt from behind, yanking him back and hooking a closed fist into his face. The man yelped in pain and a satisfying crack was heard. Maleko threw the man to the ground with a powerful throw and sent a kick to his jaw.

 “Fuckin even think about touching my sister and I’ll cut your god damn fingers off, you got me?” He seethed, bending low and gripping the front of the mans shirt to bring his face close, blood oozing from his mouth. “I don’t wanna see your face around here again, because if I do, you can damn well be sure that you’re gonna lose some more teeth, you got that fucker?”

[malekoxhaoa]

“September cannot come quick enough.” He murmured to himself as he kept an eye on his kids who were currently playing in the park. He stood out too much amongst other parents who sat on the scattered benches around him. He assumed that most others probably thought he was some kind of perving creep until his kids came running up to him every now and then. He wiped sweat from his forehead, turning his gaze to others around him for a moment, noting someone looking at him. “What?” He raised an eyebrow at them.