Untitled Part 15
Chapter Fifteen: Both Quiet and Vicious
Tsukishima~
Tsukishima was lounging on the front porch, beer in hand, when he smelled a set of unfamiliar Alphas. He tore his gaze from his phone and craned his neck back to glance out into to front yard.
Four...hostile...and they weren't just passing by.
"Yamaguchi..." He said quietly to the boy seated beside him as he rose to his feet. He could smell the Omega's confusion at his protective scent...the freckled boy really didn't have a very keen nose. "Stay behind me" he commanded, moving towards the porch steps. This was going to be such a pain.
He was somewhat thankful, though he would never admit it, to see that Tobio was already aware of the intruders. The king stood on the grass, bristling with hostility as he guarded the steps to the veranda. Tsukishima joined him in the front yard, briefly glancing behind him to ensure that the Omegas were staying back on the defensible structure of the porch. Yamaguchi was frozen in place on the left side near the patio swing where he had left him. He could tell that the freckled Omega was doing his utmost to keep his scent under control, even if he was physically shaking in fright. Shoyo was stalled near the front door directly behind, either uncaring or unable to reign in his own sickening scent of anxiety-- his wide eyes darting between the intruders and the phone in his small hands. After a few quick seconds, he began frantically texting, smartly alerting their absent roommates to the situation. Good idea, Tsukishima thought with a small nod, but again, he would never admit it.
Raking his gaze back to the approaching Alphas, he did some quick mental math. If the group that had gone to the liquor store received Shoyo's text in the next few seconds...and ran full speed back without any distractions...it would probably take around eighteen minutes. Perhaps...fifteen for Keiji, Tsukishima pegged him as fast runner. The three that had gone to Bokuto's house would take just over twenty...no...twenty three minutes for owl and the captain...they were fairly inebriated...and nineteen for the sober Kuroo.
He rolled his tense shoulders to loosen them, the best option in his mind was to stall. There was no way they could handle the four Alphas on their own, especially if they wanted to protect the Omegas behind them. He prayed that his idiot teammate was smart enough to figure that out on his own-- if Tobio suddenly decided to jump in to unnecessarily attack, they would be in big trouble.
"Hey," Tobio growled out to the approaching Alphas, releasing his dominant scent into the night air. "What the fuck do you think you're doing."
"Smelled some Omegas and booze. Thought it would be nice to check it out," an intruding Alpha, one with short brown hair and the most dominant scent, responded curtly.
"It's invitation only," Tsukishima drawled as the figures stopped themselves on the lawn a few meters in front of them. "I don't remember you being on the list."
"I don't think we are really asking for permission," the brunette man chirped back, lifting a thick eyebrow in challenge.
Tsukishima casually sniffed the air, trying to ascertain the motives of the intruders. It was definitely a raid, he could sift out three more unknown Alphas in the backyard alongside the scents of Oikawa, Yachi, and Yuji.
These men had definitely timed their attack, he thought to himself in frustration, they must have known that most of the Alphas were gone. How long had they been scouting the house? Were they targeting a specific Omega? Suga and Keiji had left with the Alphas...
He softly shook his head, the unanswered questions were just piling up and he did not like it. Hopefully Yuji was strong enough to hold down the fort in the back because he wasn't going to get backup any time soon.
"Who the fuck are you," his teammate snapped at the invaders, his scent quickly devolving into a state of rage-- influenced by the overbearing smell of the Alphas before them. "And what are you doing here."
Tsukishima could feel his own instincts reacting to the intruders as well, pushing out his Alpha scent against his will. He needed to gain back the small measure of control. He was the brain of their defense, it would be unwise of him to lose himself to his feral nature.
"Hey! Shoyo!" Another man called out to the porch, vigorously waving across the yard. "Holy shit! Is that you, carrot top?!"
He was taller, and significantly larger, than the Alpha that had initially spoke, but he had a softer dominance. Regardless, Tsukishima didn't like that he had blatantly ignored Tobio's line of questioning...or his domineering scent. It was unusual. Lesser Alphas were rarely able to blatantly ignore the more dominant scents of their counterparts...unless they were Yuji. That kid was scrappy to the core.
"I can smell Oikawa around here. Where is that beautiful slut?" The tall man continued, spitting out the last word with a bitter contempt that made Tsukishima's skin crawl.
"F-fuck you, Morio," Shoyo stuttered to reply, rage wafting off of his quivering body in cool droves. "Oikawa would never want to see a knothead like you."
So these fuckers did know the Omegas, Tsukishima thought to himself, adding another piece to his growing puzzle. Perhaps, this was the Alpha group that burned down their home? The speculation prompted a series of unwanted pangs to detonate within his chest. His instincts coiled inside of stomach and attempted to snake up their way up into his mind, but he quickly shoved them back down. He didn't care about the Omegas, well, he didn't care about most of the Omegas.
"I'm sure the whore would be down for a good time, Shoyo. There's no need to lie! We all know the truth. We're all friends here," the dominant Alpha chirped to the anxious ginger on the porch. "Oikawa has always been down for a fun time!"
"Shut up, Emon!" Shoyo yelled back, struggling to retain his composure. "Don't fucking call Oikawa a w-whore!"
Dominant Alpha...Emon. Tall Alpha...Morio. Two silent Alphas. Tsukishima wasn't ordinarily violent, nor did he allow his instincts to guide his actions, but these men were backing him into a corner-- and Alpha instincts didn't like corners. Especially on their own territory.
"Don't you say another fucking word to him," Tobio snarled ferociously, baring a set of white teeth at Emon's casual form.
"That's pretty bold of you to say, man," Emon quipped back, flashing a ruthless smile. "I can smell that carrot top isn't your property. Or maybe, that's just the kind of Alpha you are. You know, the type that enjoys bossing around poor little Omegas?"
Tsukishima did not appreciate the disgusting words. They did well to twist the situation with a kind of pathological manipulation that had clearly been practiced. However, more than that, the words were challenging. He suppressed a possessive growl, fighting to keep his head clear and level against his growing instincts. When he felt Tobio move forward, falling for the manipulative chirp, he quickly stopped him in place by the back of the shirt.
"Don't fall for their shit. He's obviously trying to bait you," he quietly disclosed to his black haired teammate in a quiet, throaty rumble. "Relax."
Tobio slightly nodded in understanding and loosened his posture. "Right."
"Hey! You're fucking gorgeous!" Emon shouted as he beelined across the lawn to the edge of the porch. "I don't remember you being around last year...are you new to the flock or something?" He continued, addressing Yamaguchi's shivering form. "You're adorable!"
When the freckled boy didn't answer, Emon waltzed up to the front porch and leaned his chin of the white railing. Tsukishima stiffened-- The man was much too close Yamaguchi for his comfort. He had no respect for property.
Tsukishima's primal instincts renewed their swirl, this time higher up in his chest, and he shuffled closer to the foreboding Alpha-- growing sick to his stomach as Yamaguchi's fearful scent came into range. If Emon moved even an inch closer, he knew that he wouldn't be able to prevent himself from attacking. His feral nature was already eating away at his logical mind, howling away to its heart's content in a cacophony of commands that were hard to tune out.
"Man, you're almost as pretty as Oikawa!" Emon proclaimed with a throaty growl, leaking a disgusting scent of arousal that nearly drove Tsukishima mad. "I think you'll suit me fine!"
Yamaguchi backed himself against the yellow siding of the house and unleashed a full-bodied scent of anxiety into the night air. Only this time, it didn't make Tsukishima sick to his stomach and instead burst through his nausea, rooting inside his beating heart. Mine. Do not touch. MINE.
"Take another step-" He hotly began in challenge, only to be interrupted by a call from the taller Alpha.
"If you're claiming that one," Morio barked to Emon, pointing an aggressive finger to Yamaguchi from across the yard. "Then the ginger kid is mine."
Tsukishima raked his gaze across the lawn and internally cursed himself for not noticing Morio's quick move to the right side of the porch. With Emon standing opposite on the left, he could no longer keep the two intruders in his line of sight at the same time. They had taken advantage of his calm upset and had wisely spaced themselves out.
"Over my dead body," Tobio snarled out in response, vibrating in place from his position in front of the porch stairs. "Try me."
For the first time in his life, Tsukishima felt inferior to the king. He had fallen prey to his instincts and had forgotten about his defensive position, guarding the porch by Tobio's side. All the while, his teammate had remained in place, steadfast and resolute. Tsukishima could tell by scent that Tobio's instincts were just as loud-- roaring at him to move to protect Shoyo. Morio was much too close, just as Emon was to Yamaguchi.
"That can be arranged," Morio spat back with great nerve as the two silent Alphas spread their ranks from a distance.
Things are getting bad, Tsukishima thought to himself, grinding his teeth in a frustrated panic. His teammate was now struggling just as much as he was-- trying to keep a watchful eye on the individual movements of the four men. Emon was ready to hop the porch railing to grab at Yamaguchi. Morio was closing in on the veranda, likely planning to bypass Tobio from the right to get to Shoyo. The two Alphas that has remained quiet were sluggishly penetrating into their territory from the front, ready to provide back up. He clenched his fists and quickly ran through series of scenarios in his head-- there was not a single outcome that resulted in their victory. The intruders had successfully backed them into a corner. They had outsmarted him.
"What the fuck are you doing here!?" A familiar voice called from the edge of the lawn, tearing him away from his panicked, self-deprecating thoughts. Nishinoya.
He didn't even spare a glance in the Omega's direction, not wanting to take his eyes off of Emon-- the man was so close to Yamaguchi that it was making his skin crawl with revulsion. If the spitfire was here, then Asahi would be close behind-- that would level the playing field and he could tear out the disrespectful Alpha's throat to his heart's content.
"Heeeey," one of the silent Alphas finally piped up. "Holy shit, is that you, Nishinoya?! Long time no see!"
"What are you doing here, Jacky," Nishinoya seethed back, holding up a silver bottle in front of his small form. "Did you want another spray in the face? I didn't know you liked it so much last time! You shoulda told me."
When Tsukishima heard the Alpha's response, a hostile guttural grow, he forced himself to split his attention between Yamaguchi and Nishinoya. He was never one for praying, but right now, he really needed a higher power to intervene. If the two Alphas decided to smartly attack at the same time, there was no way he could protect both Omegas-- they were too far apart. Where the fuck was Asahi?
"What a cute little growl that was. Don't worry, there is a whole lot of spray left in this bottle for ya," Nishinoya continued in provocation, much to Tsukishima's dismay.
"You little fuck," Jacki threatened, taking a large, imposing step forward. "I wasn't very pleased when you did that. I guess this our little run in here is giving me another chance. I never did get to have my retribution."
"Bring it on," Nishinoya hotly challenged and readied his stance for attack.
Where THE FUCK was Asahi? Neither Tsukishima nor his teammate were close enough to protect the mouthy Omega at the far edge of the yard, more than ten feet away. He willed his body to relax, but found himself unable to combat the creeping feeling that was snaking its way into his heart-- a foreign emotion he had never really felt before that moment. Fear. Suddenly, the aggressive scents of the hostile intruders overloaded his brain and the world around him began to slow. He stopped fighting against his nature and opened the floodgate his logical mind had been rigorously keeping at bay. His instincts burst forth in a sudden flurry, rattling off a series of commands inside his skull. Protect Nishinoya. Protect Yamaguchi. Protect Shoyo. Protect Tobio. Pack. Pack. Pack.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Jacky's form make a subtle shift, rearing up to attack Nishinoya. He moved without thinking. In an instant, he was behind Omega's attacker, yanking the man by the shirt with as much force as he could muster. The Alpha flew back into the middle of the yard and landed on the hard earth with a audible thud.
"Stay on guard," he commanded to the shocked Omega in front of him. There were still too many threats. He needed the boy to to stand his own against the Alphas until Asahi, or someone, arrived.
After receiving a flabbergasted nod from the Nishinoya, he hastily turned on his heels to re-engage Jacky when a solid form smashed into his long legs. His glasses flew off, blurring his vision in the process, but he recognized his attacker by scent. The silent Alpha.
The man attempted to pin his body against the grass, but luckily, lacked the physical prowess to outmatch him. He abruptly shifted his weight and flipped the smaller man over his head, then pushed himself up from the solid earth. Scrambling to his feet before his small attacker could regain his vertigo, Tsukishima took a millisecond to steady himself, before kicking his grounded attacker in the ribs to incapacitate him. Even if it was only for a moment, it would be enough. He needed to move on to another intruder before it was too late.
When the silent Alpha keeled over from the impact from his kick, Tsukidhima frantically jerked around to find a new opponent. Although his vision was cloudy, high levels of adrenaline heightened his sense of smell. Behind him, Jacky had recovered from his previous attack and was prowling in front of Nishinoya-- a predator locked on his prey. The spitfire Omega help up his spray and his body was stiff, ready for defense. Tobio had tackled Emon near the left side of the veranda and was wildly bashing into his opponents guarded arms. A few feet to the right of them, Morio was struggling to get up from the grass. Tsukishima felt an unusual swell of pride spread over his chest-- Tobio incapacitated Morio before attacking Emon...impressive.
Suddenly reminded of the Omegas by the house, he raked his gaze over the porch, eyes landing on Yamaguchi-- still frozen in place by the front swing. Safe...good. Shoyo stood protectively in front of him, eyes glued to Tobio's brawl. Before Tsukishima could make a move, Morio was on his feet, grabbing the king by the back of the neck. The tall Alpha yanked him off of Emon's defensive form and threw him back into the porch railing, breaking the wood upon impact. As Tsukishima closed the gap between them, Shoyo threw himself into the tall man to defend Tobio's winded form, but his weightless body had little impact. Morio grabbed the ginger by the hair with ease and threw him down, smoking his head white banister of the porch stairs.
When Tsukishima smelled Shoyo's blood, he was thrown into a fit of blinding rage. He increased the pace of his sprint and threw his body into an attack, slashing his elbow into the Morio's temple. As the tall Alpha stumbled over, clamoring at the railing to regain his balance, Tsukishima hurled himself into his torso and the pair tripped over Emon's dazed form, tumbling onto the grass beneath the oak tree.
As he rolled around on the hard earth with his opponent, throwing and receiving punches, he released his domineering scent in its entirety. For the first time in his entire life, he allowed his instincts to fully take over. He was no longer the calm, reserved, intellectual Tsukishima-- he was a feral, vicious animal. He didn't feel the bones of his fingers snap against his opponent's skull. He didn't feel the damaging blows against his own jaw, ringing through his ears. All he felt was an innate desire-- an intense need to slaughter every single one of the intruders using only his fists.
Hajime~
They were nearly halfway to the liquor store when Hajime felt Suga's scent sour the air with anxiety. He whipped around, eyes searching for unwelcome Alphas, only to find the silver haired boy stalled in place on the sidewalk, staring down at his phone.
"What?!" He growled and stepped towards the shaking boy, ignoring the sickening smell around him. "What is it..."
Suga looked up from the screen in his hands. "They...the house," he tried to whisper, but fell short as fearful tears pooled n his hazel eyes.
Hajime had never seen the motherly Omega so frightened before. Not even when the boy was sexually assaulted a few weeks earlier. His own panic set in-- whatever it was, it was really bad.
"What is going on," Tanaka snarled out from beside him, his protective scent radiating into the air as a fail-safe for his confusion.
"There are intruders at the house. We need to go," Keiji stated in a hurry, shoving his phone in his pocket as he started into a fast sprint back the way they had come.
Intruders. House. The two words were all Hajime had heard, and they were more than enough to darken his eyes with feral instinct. He burst into a fast sprint down the pavement with Tanaka following close behind.
Oikawa.
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