Untitled Part 17
Chapter Seventeen: Banishing the Past
Yachi~
Yachi knew that she had lost herself to what Professor Miyo termed as a dissociated mental state. She could tell by the token dark tunnel her mind was held captive inside, replaying the past traumas of her life around her in a wicked flurry of images. The time that Chaki had tied her up, leaving her in his dark closet for hours as her stomach clawed at her insides in hunger-- only releasing her out once he had felt that she deserved his forgiveness. The various physical discipline lessons he had done to her body. His belt, the back of his unclosed hand, his fist. No matter how many many times she had cried out her apologies, hoping that he would forgive her discretions without punishment, he always stood by his ideology-- that he wouldn't forgive her unless she showed him just how sorry she really was.
The worst of his deplorable actions were always accompanied by intoxication. She had a large scar to prove it-- a physical reminder of the time he had thrown her against the wall, accidentally breaking her slender forearm against the kitchen counter. He had been so drunk, and more than a little buzzed on cocaine, when he had done it. While she could find fault in his addictions, she struggled to do the same for his actions. It was her fault for making him so angry all the time. She always acted like a pathetic Omega-- it was only right that he treat her like one. She had deserved the punishments. She was better from them. He was had always been right. He was always right. He was right.
While stuck in her tunnel of spiraling memories, Yachi felt a large figure pick her up and cradle her with strong, lean arms. Was it Chaki? Had he decided that he would take her back? Even though she had messed up so many things...was he forgiving her?
"Hang on, okay?" Her carrier growled under his breath, squeezing her tiny body against his own. "I'm taking you somewhere safe. Just hang on. I've got you."
Her body told her that she had climbed up a set of stairs and entered an unknown room. The place seemed familiar, although, she couldn't quite put a finger on why. Then, something heavy and comforting was placed around her slumped shoulders and she was nestled into the lap of her unknown companion. When she felt her body begin to rock back and forth, she blinked slowly, trying to clear her tunnel vision. The gentle motion, bobbing her limp body from side to side, began to roll back the dark confines caging in her logical mind. It alone was not enough for her to break free, but when a low, throaty growl and its accompanying scent protection began to penetrate her senses, the flashing memories on her tunnel walls froze.
What...was the smell? It was so familiar...strong and exhilarating. Calm yet antsy. She was so close to placing its source. So very close.
"He. Will. Never. Touch. You." A deep voice snarled out, a voice she knew she should recognize.
It was not Chaki. Chaki would never rock her. Chaki could never make her feel this...safe.
"Those motherfuckers. I can't believe he did this to you. I can't believe. He. Did. This. To. You." The words poured out from somewhere close to her, growing choppy from primal instincts.
Yachi glanced up, staring down the dark tunnel towards the small circle of light at its end. Squinting her eyes, she noticed something coming through it-- something yellow. Then, a sudden rush of a familiar fragrance blasted her, lightening her dark mind with its potent nature. Yuji.
She reached up a weak hand to cling to the front of his orange shirt. "Where is...Oikawa?"
She couldn't recall much after smelling Chaki from the porch, but from what little she did remember, Oikawa had been there.
"He's...fine," Yuji replied softly as he gingerly flicked a stray hair from her pale hair. "He's handling things."
He was a terrible liar.
"Go..." She croaked out, increasing her grip on his shirt. "Go...help him..."
Oikawa was in the back yard, facing the Alphas in her place. Facing Chaki in her place. Doing what she couldn't. She hated herself. Chaki was right, she was nothing but a burden to those around her.
Yuji looked down at her, meeting her foggy gaze with sad, topaz eyes.
He seemed so very far away...
"I can't," he whispered and continued to rock her against his lean body. "I promised him that I would protect you."
At his statement, Yachi reached forward in her mental tunnel, gripped onto the yellow light with all of her remaining strength, and yanked her conscious mind towards it. She was not going to be a burden. Her friend needed her, needed Yuji, and if the only way the Alpha would help was if she was of a sound state of mind, then she was going to make that happen. The flashbacks flickering on the walls of her mind played out louder, taunting her to come back, but she ignored them. Follow the yellow light. Follow the invigorating smell. Follow Yuji.
"I'm not going to be a burden," she whispered as she clawed forward through the tunnel, pushing herself through its stifling confines. "Oikawa needs you. I'm not going to be a burden."
She felt Yuji tightened his steady grip on her hips, his touch reaching forward to help her troubling journey through the dark. His large hands felt pleasant on her body-- a warm touch, like an afternoon sun, that she could feel even through her clothes.
"I won't be the reason Oikawa gets hurt. I won't be the reason."
"You're not the reason, Yachi. He loves you, his actions are...unconditional."
Unconditional? The flock. The yellow house Alphas. Her parents, looking down on her from heaven. Yuji. Professor Miyo. Unconditional love. Yachi increased her mental grip, throwing every ounce of energy she had left into one final effort. She pulled forward with all her might, internally shouting as she did so, and the world around her, the real world, seeped back into view.
"You have to go and help Oikawa," she said, her voice finally crisp and focused. "He needs your help. I'll be fine, I can hide out..." She paused, taking in her surroundings. Yuji had brought her to the nest. He had brought her to her home-- the tea green room where she felt most safe.
"No," Yuji growled through clenched teeth before she had a chance to continue her brave declaration. "I trust him, so should you."
The words cut through her like a knife.
"I-"
"No. Listen. I don't know the full story of happened with those fuckers, but I'm not stupid. I know they hurt you. I know they hurt Oikawa. But that doesn't mean that you get to selfishly make decisions on your own," Yuji huffed out it in frustration, his embrace tightening around her with every word. "Can you not see that by thinking yourself a burden, you're actually being a burden? I mean, for fucks sakes, Yachi. I know we barely know each other, but you're not a burden to me. And I'm pretty sure you never will be, no matter what happens."
They did barely know each other, and that was precisely why his words had such a great effect on her damaged soul. He was an outsider, inserting his way into her affairs because he wanted to, not because he had to. For Yachi, it was a grand realization that brought hot tears to her honey coloured eyes.
"I trust that Oikawa knows what he is doing. And, no offense, Yachi, but your body doesn't exactly respond well to Alpha scents. And believe me, the air outside is fucking stuffed with them. I can't protect you out there, I'm sorry, but I can't."
"You're...right," Yachi said through a few happy tears. "You're right. I trust that Oikawa knows what he's doing. I do."
"I'm alwaaaaays right," Yuji replied with a cheeky smirk, successfully lightening the drab mood. "Don't worry, you'll learn-" he continued before cutting his thought short, his lean body growing suddenly stiff against her own. In a mere instant, Yachi was ginergly pulled to her feet and shoved in behind his bristling back. "Stay behind he," he commanded with a snarl, clenching his fists at his side.
It was not long before Yachi found the source of his upset. A familiar scent slithered under the closed door and into her nostrils-- Chaki. He was coming up the stairs. Yuji's instincts had heightened his sense of smell while her previously dissociated state had dulled hers. She hated that her episodes always left her senses useless, her nose had always been one of the most important assets for her.
As Chaki's domineering fragrance intensified, Yachi moved closer to Yuji's protective form and inhaled his strong scent to steady her nerves. She consciously banished the tunnel to the deepest, darkest corner of her mind, and willed it to stay there. She was not going back to it. Not now. Not in front of Chaki. She was never going to give him the satisfaction again. She had Yuji, and they were going to face the monster head on, together.
"Knock knockkkkkkk," a sickening voice, one that was all too familiar to her, called from beyond the door.
As the black haired man entered the tea green room, at an agonizingly slow pace, Yachi felt the dark tunnel tug at her conscious mind. She balled a small fist at her side and inhaled Yuji's protective scent once more, using its sunshine energy to shove it back down with force. No.
"Yachi! I knew I smelled you in here!"
"Leave," Yuji snarled, grabbing out behind him to feel that she was still there. She was, and she wasn't going anywhere-- physically or mentally.
"No," Chaki quipped back, flashing her a manipulative smile. "You're in my way, mut. That girl is the love of my life."
That's a lie. That's a lie. Yachi repeated to herself, she wasn't going to allow her mind to retreat back to its complicit form. Perhaps, Chaki did love her in his own, twisted way. But maybe...she deserved more than bad love. Maybe she deserved someone she could love as an equal-- she clung on to the thought for dear life.
Yuji glanced over his shoulder, catching her gaze with a pained, questioning expression.
"I'm fine...I promise," she whispered, hesitantly gliding a small hand over his forearm. The contact sent warm waves of happiness through her aching chest, washing over her like rays of sunshine on a summer afternoon. She nodded her head, passing him the reigns-- trusting him with her protection.
Upon seeing her nod, Yuji gave her a sly smirk, one that she had seen quite frequently in the past few hours, and took a confident step forward. "I will give you one, final warning," he barked in threat, cracking his neck while oozing an defensive scent.
"Awfully forward of you," Chaki hotly remarked, angry at Yachi's physical contact with her pierced ally. "Especially for an Alpha that barely knows her. I can hardly smell your scent on her."
"It doesn't matter. Any decent person would defend her against a sick monster like you," Yuji snarled back with an honest hostility that made Yachi's heart beat louder against her chest.
Someone outside of her flock had said that Chaki was a monster. Someone outside of her flock had said that she deserved better. Maybe...she did?
She heard Chaki snicker from beyond the Yuji's guard in front of her. "You want to fight then? I'm always down for a good brawl."
Yuji readied his stance, his lean muscles flexing through the back of his orange shirt.
"You know..." He started, rolling a shoulder to warm up the muscles. "Back in the yard, I thought you were the most dominant Alpha of your little pack, but now I'm pretty sure that Kabuto kid outranks you."
"Fuck you," Chaki seethed back, hunching forward, ready to pounce.
"Yachi. Move. Back." The pierced Alpha growled over his shoulder and she complied, stepping back to stand in front of the large windows behind her.
Less than a second later, he lept forward and bowled his full weight into Chaki's form, driving him into the door to the hallway. As the wooden frame splintered around them, Yachi yelped in fright and her heart grew cold with worry over Yuji's well-being. She watched on through wide, teary eyes as the pierced Alpha swiftly pinned Chaki under his weight, crushing his opponent into the splintered wood beneath them. After receiving a few hard strikes to the face, her ex-Alpha reached around Yuji's head and flipped their weight, throwing her blonde ally into the plaster behind them. Chaki then scrambled to his feet and threw his foot into the side of Yuji's head, sending him sprawling down the dark hallway.
Yachi swallowed the bile in her throat at the crunching sound of impact from the blow to her Alpha's exposed head. Her heart dropped down to her toes, not from her now vulnerable position to the hostile Alpha before her, but out of concern for Yuji.
Chaki turned on his heels and strode towards her, stepping over the broken door in his way.
"Now, where were we..." He snarled out as she moved to the furthest corner of the room to defend herself. In moments, his domineering figure stood in front of her and he reached out to grab her by the front of her shirt, slamming her against the green plaster. "You're going to get it for all this trouble you've put me through," he challenged through gnashed teeth, raising her higher against the hard wall.
"F-fuck you," she said quietly, cringing away from his face.
"What did you say?" The Alpha snarled in a dark tone, slapping her hard across the cheek.
Fuck him, she thought to herself. Say it again. Say it again, Yachi.
"I said, fuck you, Chaki," she spat again, this time looking into his dark, probing eyes.
"You little bitch," Chaki growled in near roar and threw her to the ground with great force. "Whoring yourself out to every Alpha in town now, are we? We'll have to correct that."
Yachi coughed out at the impact, seeing stars. Chaki gave her recovering form a heavy kick to the ribs, prompting her to whimper loudly and roll over on her side. She didn't care about the domineering figure, standing ominously above her-- her thoughts were still fixed on Yuji. Was he okay? How hurt was he?
Was he...alive?
She began to claw her way towards to broken door, straining her neck to find the blonde Alpha. Then, through her blurred vision she saw a sudden flash of orange movement and an energizing fragrance burst into the tea green room-- unyielding.
"You're one cocky motherfucker, thinking this shit is over," she heard Yuji roar as he charged into the black haired Alpha once more, sprawling their figures to the ground a few feet to her left.
She groaned, pushing herself up onto her knees to move away from the violent brawl. Before she had the chance to recover, Yuji returned the previous blow with a little bit of his own added style-- roundhouse kicking Chaki in the side of the head. Her ex-Alpha flew across the room and into the far wall, knocking down Suga's hanging paintings in the process.
Yuji briskly closed the gap, pinning the dazed man underneath him. "Don't. Ever. Come. Near. Omega. Again," he snarled into Chaki's face, showing his teeth.
When he received a growl in response, the pierced boy bashed him hard across the jaw to silence him.
"She. Is. Not. Yours," he roared, punching Chaki in a series of raw and messy shots.
After a few moments of raw violence, Yachi realized that her blonde Ally wasn't going to stop. Even when the skin on his knuckles tore and the man beneath him lost his consciousness, he continued on, hitting and snarling-- fully feral.
"Yuji!" She cried out. She was starting to worry about the legal implications of the situation. While Chaki's death would make her feel safer, she didn't want Yuji to go to jail for it. They weren't...mated. It was too risky.
When the Yuji didn't halt at the sound of her voice, she summoned all of her remaining strength and courage and rose to her wobbling feet. As she stood, the room spun around her, and she nearly vomited from her uneven vertigo.
She pushed forward and sluggishly crawled over to the edge of the room. Then, she rose up once more, this time steadying herself against the solid wall. Using it to slowly guide her weak form over to the feral, blonde Alpha, she called out again.
"Yuji! Stop! You're going to kill him!"
When his instincts still failed to curb, she began to fear the worst. She needed to break him out of his primal instincts. Fast. She lined herself up with the Alpha's vicious form and jumped the last few feet between them, landing on his muscular back. The moment she made impact, Yuji reached behind him and flipped her over, pinning her beneath breath his chest. Adrenaline coursed through her as he snarled, baring his teeth in her face. She felt herself release a subtle scent of genuine fear-- his topaz eyes were darker than usual and they didn't seem to recognize her at all. She was frightened, but it still didn't seem to matter. Other than a little blood on his forehead, and a few nasty bruises under his left eye, Yuji was okay. He was alive and Yachi was wholly relieved.
When Alpha pressed down into her delicate body, she realized just how large he was compared to her. She willed her scent to calm, needing him to recognize her-- the smell of fear would only agitate him further. Slowly but surely, her rosy fragrance seeped out, influencing him to relax. To let go of his instincts. His continuous snarls dissipated and his dark eyes cleared, lightening back to their usual colour.
"Oh my god," he cried out and rushed to pick himself up off of her tiny body. "Oh fuck. FUCK. Yachi, did I hurt you?" He asked in a desperate tone and reached out to touch her, but stalled a few inches away. "I'm so sorry. Fuck. I didn't even know it was you," he continued, backing away from her with frantic eyes.
"It's okay! I'm fine," Yachi replied with a weak smile, wincing at the pain in her ribs as she moved to sit on her knees. She glanced over at Chaki's unconscious and bloody form. He was still alive...guess that was good a good thing.
"Are you sure?" Yuji asked his eyes darting over her body, searching for external injuries. His scent whisked into her nostrils and she suddenly realized what he wanted-- to scent her. The thought of the blonde Alpha touching her in such a personal manner warmed her entire body and muffled the pain in her ribs and head.
"Please answer me. Are you sure you're okay?" Yuji questioned again, with more force than before. He had taken a hesitant step forward, but refused to allow himself anything less than a few feet of safe distance.
"Come here..." Yachi said quietly, looking up into his topaz eyes. They were laced with an immeasurable amount concern that gave her butterflies. "I can't get up, or I'll pass out. My vertigo...it's a mess."
Yuji took another step back at her words and she immediately understood his mindset-- he thought that he was the one who had hurt her.
"It wasn't you!" She exclaimed in a rushed tone, startling herself with the strong conviction behind the words. "You didn't hurt me okay? Just come over here...please?"
Yuji finally ceded and carefully knelt down before her. It was clear from the look in his eyes, and his dejected scent, that he was furiously chastising his own actions. His own self-hatred was rampant and dangerous.
"Your face..." She whispered, reaching out to his swollen cheek with her delicate fingers.
Yuji finched back at her touch and she softly tsked. She had an overwhelming desire to check over his wounds, goddmit, she was going to do just that.
"I'm. Sorry." He instinctually growled, keeping his body just out of reach. Yachi inhaled his scent once more-- a flurious combination of protection and shame.
"Please don't apologize," she replied gently as she tried to shuffle closer on the padded floor.
"I-I don't want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable. You don't owe me anything."
Yachi stopped for a moment. Was he worried about her mentality? The fact that Yuji cared enough to even consider it filled her heart with joy, but it also slightly irritated her. She didn't want her actions to be judged by the frailty of her mental state.
"I'm not," she stated plainly. For the first time in years, she wanted to make her intentions clear by verbally expressing her own emotions. "I just want to make sure you're okay. I'm not doing it because I feel like I owe you a debt of gratitude. I just..." She paused, trying to gather her various thoughts. "I just...I like you. I feel safe when you're around. I don't know what the feeling is or if you feel it too. And if you don't that's fine. But...regardless...please allow to look over your wounds!" She finished in an explosive train of thought that ended in a squeaky tone of nervousness.
When Yuji didn't respond, she shuffled forward and unapologetically looked over his damaged face. She ignored his intense eyes and instead focussed on the new bruises. They were swelling very quickly, pushing his left eye closed with a purple mess of broken skin. Noticing a wooden splinter embedded in his forehead, Yachi reached out to examine how deep it had penetrated, all the while feeling like they were the only two people in the world.
"This might hurt, okay? Just relax for a moment..." She whispered, gripping the splinter between her long nails and pulling.
Yuji slightly winced, then quickly relaxed once she had successfully dislodged it.
"Thanks..."
Yachi met his concerned eyes, suddenly feeling an overwhelming desire to kiss him, but an audible groan pulled her back to reality. She glanced over at Chaki's damaged form.
Chaki...Oikawa!
In an instant, she was on her feet and Yuji followed her movements, releasing fresh scent of protection in his confusion. Oikawa, they needed to find needed to help him! As she tried to step towards the door, another wave of fresh nausea washed over her. The room spun around as she toppled to the floor, feeling her ribs crunch as they made impact with the matted surface.
"Oikawa..." She tried to say as her mind began to fade.
"Yachi? Yachi!" She heard Yuji's panicked voice call from somewhere far off in the distance.
"Oik...a...wa..." She whispered once more, praying that Yuji understood her last request.
Bạn đang đọc truyện trên: Truyen3h.Co