Untitled Part 16
Chapter Sixteen: Reliving the Past
Bokuto~
"So...I've been meaning to ask you guys..." Bokuto began as he handed off a series of half empty liquor bottles to Kuroo-- his own personal stash. "What...should I do about Keiji."
"What do you mean what should you do?" Daichi drawled out from his position, leaning against the open door frame.
"Well, I guess I mean-"
"You like him," Kuroo stated plainly as he adjusted several bottles in his arms.
Bokuto sighed, he did, and he had no idea what to do. He was treading unfamiliar water and he was barely keep his head above the icy waves.
"Wooooooow," Daichi slurred as he jumped onto Bokuto's unsuspecting form, giving him a hard noogie that messed up his styled hair. "You LIKE an Omegaaaaaaaaa!"
"Shut up," Bokuto snapped back, shoving off the intoxicated caption from his slumped form. The entire point of talking with Daichi and Kuroo was so that he wouldn't be made fun of...
"Oh god," the rooster droned, rolling his eyes at Bokuto's pouting figure. "Don't be so sensitive. We're all friends here."
"Yeah," Daichi chimed in agreement, lightly brushing down the front of his rumpled shirt to straighten it. "But, let's get one thing straight first. Do you like him, or do you just want to fuck him?"
Bokuto paused for a moment to contemplate the heavy handed question. He knew that it was fair of his captain to ask, but he hadn't exactly had time to figure out the answer. He did want to sleep with Keiji, but it was different than his instinctual feelings towards other Omegas-- that was what he wanted their advice on.
"Both," he replied after a few silent moments, his dark brows furrowed at his own response-- still unsure of his emotions. On a good day, they were confusing, but most of the time they were just infuriating. He had never experienced such intense feelings for someone, especially an Omega, and he had absolutely no references that could help him sort everything out.
"Mmm," Daichi nodded with a dark, frightening look and a throaty rumble of dominance that sent shivers down Bokuto's spine- once again reminding him that his captain was not someone that he ever wanted to cross. "If you're only trying to use him, I'll never let you near our fucking house again. Ever."
Bokuto steadied his conviction, it wasn't like that. If he knew anything at all, it was that he cared about Keiji's well-being, but it was something that he struggled to admit, even to himself. He shook his head in exasperation. If he wanted Daichi's blessing, no, it wasn't about wanting the blessing, he needed it. Mingling with his yellow house teammates that evening had taught him one thing-- that they and their Omega counterparts were morphing into some odd, hybrid pack. If he wanted a place in it, he needed to swallow his pride and be honest with himself. He needed to be okay with asking for, and listening to, advice.
"I don't...want that...Daichi. Really. I mean, I don't really understand what I want, but I just...feel so empty when I'm not around him," he said quietly, sheepishly shifting his weight from foot to foot. "It's different...with Keiji. Different than with other Omegas. I don't really know why, but it is."
"Okay then," the captain affirmed, his scent relaxing back to contentment-- obviously pleased with his honest answer.
"Guess you're a part of the club now, eh?" Kuroo snorted to himself as he handed off a few half-full liquor bottles to Daichi.
"What the fuck am I supposed to do?" Bokuto cried out, dramatically throwing his hands into the air. "I need you guys' fucking advice, okay? His scent is driving me insane...it's all I can think about. I'm losing sleep. I can barely eat. I don't know what to do."
"It's like a drug," Daichi stated plainly and shrugged his shoulders. "Even now, in the back of my mind, I'm thinking about Suga...and believe me, it's incredibly frustrating. You're going to have to get used to it."
"Yeah..." Kuroo nodded in agreement, "but it pays off. Especially when you're around them. Like, when I'm around Kenna, I'm so fucking content. I just want to freeze time and live in that moment, forever."
"Mmm," Daichi pondered, taking a hearty swig of a bottle of liquor in his arms. "Poetic crap, but true."
"Fuck you, asshole. My words were beautiful," the rooster growled back, shoving the captain playfully to the side.
"Okay yeah, great. Like a drug. Noted," Bokuto growled, growing increasingly frustrated with the lack of usable advice from his teammates. "So, what the fuck am I supposed to do?"
"Ask him out?" Kuroo said pointedly, leaning his back against open wall space. "Dude, you're over complicating things. It's like the exact same thing as an Alpha Alpha relationships...ask him out. See if you like each other, and go from there."
Maybe he was over complicating things...
"Oi, Daichi," the rooster continued, turning to face the captain, "I think your phone just buzzed, man."
Daichi shuffled the bottles to one arm and pulled out his device, glancing down at its lit up screen.
"So yeah..." Kuroo said again, addressing himself to Bokuto once more. "Spend time with him. Ask him out. It will all sort-"
"We. Have. To. Go. Now," Daichi snarled out in interruption, dropping the glass bottles from his arms. They shattered across the floor of Bokuto's room, creating a large mess of sticky liquid that seeped into the floorboards, but he didn't care one bit. His captain's scent had suddenly devolved into a state of extraordinary panic, whirling into the air around them with an intensity that riled up his Alpha emotions. When he rushed out of the room and clamored down the stairs, Bokuto instantly followed without question.
"What. Happened," Kuroo barked out from behind him, his throat rumbling out in quiet consistency.
"Intruders. House. Omegas."
If Daichi's unchecked emotions weren't enough to provoke Bokuto's instincts, his words certainly were. A primal feeling blasted through Bokuto's gut and up into his brain, slicing up against his retinas. Keiji. Was he in trouble? Had he made it back to the house already? Who was left behind that was able to protect the other Omegas? How many intruders? How long would it take for them to get there?
He sprinted down the sidewalk, falling slightly behind the speed of his teammates, knowing that he wasn't the only one asking himself the horrible questions.
Tobio~
Tobio sluggishly opened his eyes, only to find his body sore and his mind dazed. Around him, the air housed an overwhelming amount of scents and their heaviness threatened to pull up the bile from his already upset stomach. He groaned, then awkwardly moved to stand, first grabbing a broken piece of wood that was digging into his back and tossing it into the dark yard in front of him. As his slowly clamored to his feet, his instincts sputtered out in a disoriented flurry. Where was...who was he looking for? Shoyo.
He sniffed the air, rolling his eyes around in their sockets in an attempt to settle his upset vertigo. Omega...hurt. In an instant, his eyes snapped fully open and the world flooded back in technicolor as he frantically searched the area around him for the ginger boy. When Tobio at last located him, lying a few feet to the side in the grass with a nasty gash bleeding down his pale face, he was at the boy's side in an instant.
"Where are you hurt-" He started to ask, but Shoyo rolled onto his back and smacked away the his outreaching arms.
"I'm fine," the ginger boy hotly spat out, holding a pale hand to his forehead in pain. "Deal with the intruders. You're the only one who can do this right now."
Shoyo's demands rarely prompted action, Tobio knew that first hand, but the fragrant strength behind the unusual command forced him to comply, even if he wanted nothing more than to ignore it as he usually did. He sat back on his haunches, released a frustrated growl, and quickly analyzing his surroundings. Tsukishima was fully engaged in combat with Morio under the oak tree to his right-- their faces were bloody and neither seemed to have a clear upper hand. Further out in the yard near the road, Nishinoya was sputtering out insults as he struggled to escape the strong grasp of a black haired Alpha. A silver bottle was on the sidewalk beside them, wildly spraying around without a nozzle. Near it, a very dazed Alpha was shaking on his hands and knees, dry heaving into the grass beneath him- sick from the Alpha spray wafting about next to him.
Three accounted for, Tobio thought, shaking his head in an attempt to clear away his still-present nausea. Emon...where was Emon?
Suddenly, a strong scent hit him like a truck, blanketing his form with its all-consuming nature. His body began to quiver and he leaned forward on his haunches, violently retching at the ground beneath him. It was not a normal Omega scent of fear...it was much, much worse. The world around him began to blur away once again as the sickening fragrance clouded his mind, leaving him unfocused and confused. He sluggishly shook his head and craned his neck towards the source, glassy eyes taking in two struggling figures off in the distance. Emon stood with confidence, a fist harshly balled in the struggling Yamaguchi's hair.
Tobio's instincts bashed against the grey mist in his mind, trying to break through. They wailed about from the banished recesses of his soul, commanding him to protect the Omega, but his body refused to comply. Yamaguchi's anxious scent had left him paralyzed, tired, and disoriented. He willed his heavy eyelids to stay open and watched on as the freckled Omega flailed against his attacker, clawing at the hands latched to the crown of his head.
"Stop struggling, you whore," Emon snarled down at the panicked boy. "I'm going to take you some place where I can make you feel good."
When Yamaguchi continued his frantic attempts, Emon paused to punch down into the his exposed face. Tobio's shoulders slightly winced, the first movement he had managed in what seemed like an eternity. MOVE, his instincts roared out, raking up and down against the foggy barrier in his mind, MOVE.
Yamaguchi's struggles weakened, dazed by the violent force of the previous hit, and his loud whimpering snaked into Tobio's waiting ears. When Emon swiftly picked up the his light body and threw it over his broad shoulder, Tobio ground his teeth in frustration.
He needed to do something. Why wouldn't his body move?! Nishinoya...Yamaguchi...Shoyo. He needed to defend them. Every single fiber of his being was screaming at him to do so.
"TOBIO!" A savage roar erupted into the night air, crying out for his attention with its desperation.
Was it...Tsukishima? Tobio couldn't tell for certain. His senses were uselessly dulled-- his mind consumed by a misty, grey fog and his body heavy with a terrible fatigue that made him want to lie down on the grass and sleep.
"TOBIO. YAMAGUCHI!" Another loud snarl screeched out, shaking the heavily scented air around it with its loud vibrations. "GET. HIM. GO. GET."
Tobio sluggishly twisted his neck to find the source of the upset sound and his eyes landing on Tsukishima-- snarling at him between Morio's eager punches. His teammate's golden eyes were laced with a disturbed, frenzied panic that he had never seen from the blonde Alpha.
"TOBIO. TOBIO. PLEASE." Tsukishima howled out again as his face was blasted with another heavy punch. He snarled loudly and tried to force his way out of Morio's imposing grasp, but his attacks were too sloppy with emotion to succeed.
Tsukishima's dismayed scent slithered into Tobio's open nostrils, alerting him to his teammate's chaotic emotions. They were pleading for him to save Yamaguchi...to save his Omega.
"TOBIO. STOP BEING A KING!" His teammate cried out once more in a guttural cry of anguish as he roughly clawed at Morio's snarling face.
King...
Tobio's conscious outrage for the word allied with his instincts against the grey shadows of him mind, ripping through the paralyzing effects of Yamaguchi's anxious scent. At once, he pushed himself to his feet, swaying slightly from his crippled vertigo, then lunged forward into a full sprint. His now unhindered instincts tumbled into his mind all at once, egging him on. Protect Tsukishima's Omega. Protect Nishinoya. Protect the pack. Unleashing a protective and territorial growl, he threw himself into Emon's exposed back, scattering three figures across the unforgiving pavement of the road.
Yamaguchi was the first to scramble to his feet and Tobio hurriedly barked, "go back to the house, now."
His desperate command left the freckled boy stalled in hesitation, cradling a damaged arm against his chest. When Tobio snarled again, angrily provoking the boy to move, Yamaguchi nodded and sprinted back towards the safe confines of the porch.
Tobio lethargically moved to stand and noticed that the pavement beneath him was slick with the deep color of blood. Was it...his? As he steadied himself on his quivering feet, a sharp pain radiated off of his arm, prompting an audible tsk to escape his mouth. He glanced down at his throbbing limb-- the skin had been scraped off nearly its entire length, leaving it a crimson mess of flesh. He shook his head, pulling out a few sharp pebbles embedded in the scrape, there was no time to deal with it.
He rolled his damaged shoulder to loosen its screaming muscles, then turned his attention back to Emon-- feeling a renewed burst of adrenaline kick through his tired body. The brunette Alpha was crouched down on the road a few feet in front of him, like a panther to ready to strike. For a brief moment, Tobio readied to engage in combat, but a high pitched shout from a few meters next to him called for his attention. Nishinoya. He needed to prioritize the Omega's safety. Killing Emon could wait.
He let out a threatening growl, attempting to use his dominant fragrance to make his opponent back down...if only for a moment. When Emon hesitated at his vicious scent, he swiftly turned on his heels and sprinted towards Nishinoya-- struggling on the hard pavement of the road beneath Jacky's large form. He had nearly closed the gap between them when a figure pounced onto his unsuspecting form, stalling him a few feet away with stocky weight. His attacker growled into his exposed ear and wildly bashed into the side of his head with a large, closed fist.
"Nishi-" Tobio attempted to growl, clawing behind him at his opponents snarling face.
When he saw the Nishinoya's attacker begin to rear up for a strike, Tobio's mind snapped into a renewed fit of rage. Shake off attacker. Help Nishinoya. He savagely punched over his shoulder, landing several heavy blows as his opponent's legs squeezed tight against his torso-- holding onto him like a vice grip. Slowly, he dropped down to his knees, increasingly deprived of much needed air. He roared out and frantically clawed out behind him, unwilling to give up while there was still life in him.
Oikawa~
Oikawa was more furious than he had ever been in his life. How dare the Alpha scumbags show their faces here...intrude on the safety his nest had built in the yellow house. How dare Chaki use his mind games on Yachi as soon as she had started to heal. And Kabuto accuse Oikawa of missing his knot? He shuddered in disgust. What filth. What could stop the monsters if a house full of Alphas wasn't enough?
"Please forgive me,' he heard Yachi mechanically whisper from behind him. "I'm so sorry, Chaki."
She had lost herself in the tunnel, but it was clear to Oikawa that she was fighting the dissociated state with everything she had. Although her responses indicated that she was going to, she hadn't physically moved towards Chaki. Yet. Keep fighting my little angel, he thought, willing her to feel his supportive scent through her mental haze.
"It's okay baby," Chaki sang out in a manipulative tone that made his stomach curdle. "I will forgive you if you just come over here. We can leave and forget that any of this ever happened."
When Yachi sluggishly moved forward, Oikawa turned on his heels quickly grabbed her shoulders to stall her in place. He looked down at her cloudy eyes, upset to find that she was no longer present-- she had completely dissociated at the sickening remark. He ground his teeth in frustration and quickly went over his options. He and Yuji were no match for the three aggressive Alphas, especially if they had to care for Yachi. With Tobio and Tsukishima dealing with their own intruders on the porch, there was very little chance of backup any time soon. He knew that they needed to stall until their housemates returned, but Yachi wasn't going to last that long. All of the information left with two choices-- he could try to verbally break through Yachi's clouded mind with some brutally honest words, or remove her from the situation altogether.
He knelt down in front of the small girl, blatantly aware of the risk he was taking by exposing his back to the intruders. When he heard Yuji instinctively shift in front of his form and release a guttural growl of protection, he let out a small sigh of relief.
"Yachi, shut the fuck up!" He yelled at the small girl, slightly wincing at the vicious tone of his voice. "You're not going with him. You got that?! Get a hold of yourself!" He hated the ferocious tone that he had to use against her, but she was too far gone to hear caring words. He had no choice.
"That's no way to treat your darling friend, Oikawa! You're being abusive," he heard Kabuto call over to him with drawled out sarcasm.
"Fuck off, Kabuto. You manipulative fuck!" He seethed back over his shoulder before rolling his head back to look at Yachi's blank face.
She hadn't heard a word he had said.
"You're holding her rather hard, Oikawa!" Kabuto chimed in again, his snarky remark prompting a nasty snarl from Yuji's rumbling throat. "Be gentle!"
Oikawa willed himself to ignore the tattooed Alpha's chirps, if only for a moment. It was now abundantly clear that he was not going to be able to verbally pull Yachi out of her own head. That left him with only one option-- he needed to remove her from the situation before her mind snapped. If her body remained exposed to the stressful situation, she might become trapped in the dissociative state forever...or leave with Chaki. He needed to follow his Professor's advice--Bring her to a location where she felt safe, wrap her in blankets that are coated with familiar scents, and rock her.
"Yuji," he barked and rose to stride over to the edge of the porch. "Take Yachi inside. Now. Go to the nest on the third floor. You'll be able to smell it." When the pierced Alpha remained silent, Oikawa placed a hand on his tense shoulder to ensure that he was listening. "Wrap her up in as many blankets as you can and rock her. Tell her that she's safe. Do not leave her side. Okay?"
Yuji slowly tore his gaze from the yard to look at him with worried, honey-coloured eyes. "What about you? I don't want to leave you out here with them."
"I'll be fine. I've handled these fuckers before," Oikawa asserted, giving the Alpha a small nod of reassurance.
It was a necessary lie. He knew that neither he nor Yuji could physically handle the intruders of their own, but he could verbally hold them off where his blonde ally couldn't. Please don't argue...just take her upstairs and keep her safe.
Yuji hesitated for a moment, his mouth set in a hard line of nervous anger, then he turned on his heels with a low growl. He scooped up the seemingly lifeless Yachi, unhappy yet compliant with the new plan. As he briskly walked towards the back door, he paused to let out a deep and throaty snarl which Oikawa easily translated as-- I'll be back.
Oikawa felt his shoulders relax as their familiar scents dissipated into the confines of the yellow house, but Kabuto quickly snatched away his small victory.
"Aw, Oikawa. If you wanted to be alone with me, you should've just said so! I didn't know you missed me so much."
He absolutely did not miss the disgusting tattooed man. Their past relationship had been nothing more than a twisted mess-- a twisted mess that was too confusing to understand. It was easier to banish it away than to face it. He hated that he had allowed the snake to touch him in exchange for drugs...or for the money that could buy them. A series of thoughts flickered across his waking mind, yanking forth memories he had long locked away in its deep recesses. He wished that he had the power to keep them at bay, but Kabuto wasn't going to let that happen.
*
Normally, the signs of being an Alpha or Omega began to show around the age of thirteen, but Oikawa had been a late bloomer. He had attended an Omega school, as was customary for children who had yet to show signs-- the government's way of keeping them safe. If a minor's secondary sex presented while they were attending an Alpha academy, the results would be catastrophic. Especially if their first heat hit them during school hours.
Throughout his high school years, he had prayed every night for the universe to make him an Alpha. He had seen, first hand, the extent in which his Omega friends had been marginalized. Both their fertility cycles and Omega scents made all other outings too risky for them at such a young age. They remained secluded to school, their home, and the bus that transferred them in between. While the thought of being trapped in the confines of his own home until graduation frightened him, it was the brutal cases of Omega rapes and assaults that truly kept him up at night. He couldn't imagine being constantly on guard his entire life-- he didn't even want to imagine it.
One morning, during his ninth year of school, he overheard an Omega complain about their first heat and how fragile their body had become after the event. The idea of followed him around the entire day, prompting him to stay after class to ask his humanities teacher, an Omega herself, about the implications of it. At first, she had told him that his parents were the ones he should ask but, upon seeing his worried face, she explained it to him in earnest. Through her, he learned many terrible truths about puberty. She had relayed to him that heat supressor injections were never used during an Omega's initial heat, the hormones that erupted out of it were too powerful, and worse yet, that the event forcibly adjusted a person's chemical makeup to prepare their body for fertility-- both mentally and...physically.
He was completely dejected leaving school that evening. When he arrived back at home, he went straight to him room to examine his naked body in front of his mirror-- looking for physical traits that might elude to the outcome of his puberty. He examined every inch of his body for hours, trying to convince himself that his taller statue, stronger jawline, and muscle tone were indicative of becoming an Alpha. However, when he began analyzing the size of his reproductive organs and slim waist, he found himself stumped. He wasn't sure what they suggested-- at the time, he had never seen the sexual organs of either secondary sex. He hopped on his computer to search for an answer, but the more research he did, the more a creeping feeling a dread worked its way into his soul. He ignored it, opting to focus on his other features instead. There were more things on his body that characterized an Alpha and he convinced himself that they definitely outweighed the sole component that argued for the opposite.
Oikawa's parents, lovely and sympathetic Alphas, had been better at dealing with his unknown status. They placed him in self defense classes from the age of ten-- a move that was done as a precaution against his potential for being an Omega. Every year, he complained to them without fail, explaining that his features all indicated that he would be an Alpha and, once he hit the change, he would have natural combat instincts that would make the classes obsolete. However, his mother always sweetly disregarded his objections saying, if you turn out to be an Alpha, sweetie, then you'll have the most polished fighting form!
His first heat had hit him two weeks before his eighteenth birthday, officially declaring him an Omega. He suffered through four days of agonizing arousal in his dark room and, with each passing hour, his own self hatred increased until it consumed his very soul. When the change was at last complete, he examined his naked form in his mirror once more-- only to find that his most of his body hair had disappeared and, in the places in remained, it was light and wispy. His jawline was more gentle and, while his muscles were still toned, they had a softer look to them than before.
His world had fallen apart around him in a matter of days and his frustration with everything prompted him to bash a fist into his mirror, leaving a white scar across his knuckle that he still retained to present day.
He knew that his parents never cared that he had presented as an Omega. However, he fabricated their actions to suit a protective lie that fed into his own self-hatred. Upon graduating four months later, he packed up his things, ignoring the growls of his parents, and left. He changed his phone number and moved to the closest urban center he could find, effectively shutting everyone who cared for him out of his life. It wasn't long before he had his first sexual assault experience-- an event which only added to his low self worth. Soon after, he dove head first into the underground club scene of Omega prostitution, and the toxic lifestyle that came along with it.
He had loved the drugs-- they numbed his angry, vengeful feelings and fazed out the world around him. Nearly a year into his addiction, he had the terrible pleasure of meeting Kabuto, a prominent dealer in underground circle who quickly became his main source for money and pariphanilia.
*
Oikawa shook his head, trying to banish the renewed feeling of self-hatred that had begun to creep into his heart upon reliving his past. He was sickened by his former self-- the one who willingly sold his body for another hit. It was a time when his self worth was exceedingly low. A time before Suga and the flock. His saviors. His salvation. He wasn't that person anymore.
"Well," Chaki began, hopping onto the porch in front of him with ease. He willed himself to stand his ground-- he had kicked the man's ass before, he could do it again. "Not that I don't liiiiike you, Oikawa, but I'd rather go check up on Yachi."
Oikawa snapped around as the domineering Alpha shoved passed him and confidently walked towards the open back door of the yellow house.
Oikawa's jaw tensed up. "What the fuck are you doing."
"Oh, Oikawa. You just aren't as good of a fuck as Yachi is. She's tighter."
Oikawa made a move towards the manipulative man, but stalled in place when he heard two deep growls erupt into the air from behind him. The scent of Alpha arousal and warning began to renew itself in the air around him, drawing his attention away, back into the yard.
"I can smell that your house is empty right now," Chaki remarked, leaning into the doorway of Oikawa's safe house to sniff. "And I'm pretty sure I can take that pierced fucker down."
"Don't take another fucking step," Oikawa seethed back, doing his best to keep his eyes on both the intruders in the yard and Chaki by the house.
"What are you going to do. Stop me? You've got two other contenders right there," the black haired man challenged with a jerk of his thumb before waltzing into the house with an elitism that nearly made Oikawa snap.
He hated himself for not doing anything to stop the manipulative man. Hated himself for letting the pair of lapdogs stall him on the porch. Rely on Yuji...you're not alone...rely on Yuji, he repeated in mantra to himself, trying to ebb his own panic. He will protect Yachi. He will protect Yachi. With that final thought wedged in his mind, Oikawa turned his slender form to face the two men in the yard-- both had wicked smiles plastered on their faces.
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