Untitled Part 18
Chapter Eighteen: Limitations
Hajime~
As Hajime neared the yellow house, he was nearly blown back by the heavy smell surrounding it. He frantically sifted through the various scents as he ran, searching for Oikawa's ocean fragrance, but the air was too concentrated-- he couldn't even manage to determine how many intruders were on the property let alone where his Omega was. When he neared the end of the block, quickly sprinting towards their private cul de sac, his eyes locked on two figures, rolling around on the tough pavement of the road. Nishinoya...Intruder. To the left of them, Tobio was stiffly on his knees, a snarling Alpha strangling him from behind.
Before he had the chance to engage, a flash of movement burst past him, bowling into the stocky Alpha atop Nishinoya. Asahi. The bunned giant seized the other man by the throat and threw a heavy knee into his stomach.
Hajime took a hesitant step back at the fresh, enraged scent that Asahi had skittered into the air around him-- it was fully feral. He shook his head to reassert himself, momentarily stalled in place by the furious fragrance, then moved forward to pull the overbearing Alpha from Tobio's back.
As he closed the gap, Tanaka whisked by him at high speed, unleashing a savage roar of fury. He threw his arm around the unknown Alpha's neck and yanked him from Tobio's coughing form.
"Who the FUCK ARE YOU?" He barked out, leaning down on his haunches to pull the dark Alpha up by the bloody collar of his shirt. When he received a challenging snarl in return, he pulled the man forward and smashed him back down on the pavement, winding him. "You want to answer, now?!"
Hajime let out a deep, threatening growl. His instincts were riling up of their own accord, drawing heavy influence from his enraged teammates. They have things under control. They have things under control. Move on. Find Oikawa.
As he quickly stepped past the battling figures on the road, his eyes zeroed in on Tsukishima, struggling against a large opponent beneath the oak tree. Without a second thought, he swiftly crossed the lawn and threw himself into his teammate's attacker, smashing the man's exposed back into the tough bark of the tree. Beside him, Tsukishima scrambled to his feet and unleashed a series of challenging snarls from his bloody lips. When Hajime swung his arm forward to land a heavy blow on his new opponent, Tsukishima frantically grabbed into the fabric of his shirt and yanked him back with such force that he was sent sprawling back into the grass.
Wincing at the impact his ribs received from the hard ground, Hajime sluggishly rose to his feet, swaying slightly as he did so. It was now abundantly clear that Tsukishima had devolved into an absolute state of feral frenzy-- something that his nose would have easily picked up on if he could use it, but the dense air had left him mostly scent-blind. He had never seen the blonde boy relinquish control to his instincts before that moment, in fact, he hadn't even thought it possible. He huffed out a small puff of air and brushed off his disheveled shirt, unsure of what to do-- Tsukishima was clearly unable to tell the difference between friend and foe.
"Hajime!" A familiar voice struck him from a few meters off. Shoyo. The Omegas...where were the Omegas. Were they safe?
He snapped his head towards the source of the sound, eyes landing on the ginger boy, holding himself up on quivering legs near the partially destroyed porch railing. An angry looking gash sliced across his pale forehead, glistening with fresh blood. Hajime's instincts riled up at the crimson sight, coiling upwards from his chest and into his brain. Who. Did. That. To. The. Omega.
"Oikawa! Hajime, he's with Yuji. Backyard. Yachi!" Shoyo cried out in an exasperated tone. "Go! You have to go!"
Oikawa.
Hajime sprinted forward, suddenly unaware of the conflicts behind him on the front lawn. Was Oikawa safe? Was his Omega safe? The feral thoughts crashed into him, egging him forward in a frantic flurry of sharp movements. As he launched over the white banister to land on the wooden boards of the porch, a prominent scent stuck his nostrils, pulling back his attention. Yamaguchi. While his instincts were roaring inside his skull, commanding for him to find Oikawa, something deep inside his gut stalled his feet in place. The unusual feeling coasted forward, drowning out his natural instincts with its lumbering presence. Pack. Pack comes first.
"Are you both okay," he barked out at once, raking his dark eyes between the two damaged Omegas in the pink lighting.
"Fine," Shoyo asserted, his normally sharp eyes unfocused from pain.
"We're fine," Yamaguchi nodded slowly, cradling a damaged arm across his slender chest. "Go."
They didn't have to tell him twice.
Daichi~
When Daichi arrived at the yellow house, the natural adrenaline from his primal state shoved all traces of his inebriation to the background and he began a crisp, internal analysis of the environment. Tanaka and Asahi were engaged with two unknown Alphas on the edge of the lawn. A few feet next to them, Nishinoya was struggling to pull the very dazed looking Tobio to his wavering feet. Further back in the middle of the yard, another intruder was on his hands and knees, dry heaving into the grass and Tsukishima was wildly bashing bloody fists into a whimpering Alpha beneath the oak tree.
"We need to figure a game plan," Kuroo growled out from beside him, startling him with a domineering presence. "I don't want to jump into this situation without one. Our Alphas are already growing too feral for their own good. We can't let that happen to us."
Daichi glanced over to the rooster and slowly nodded. How long had he been there?
"Use your eyes, not your nose, captain," Kuroo continued, his dark eyes flickering across the various figures before them. "The air's too concentrated to ascertain anything by smell."
The air was too concentrated. Daichi's ineffectual nose was severely handicapping his thoughts-- with each deep inhale, his understanding of the situation would shift. At first, he had been sure that there were four intruders, but the number had shot up to ten, then back down to three. He shifted his reliance to his eyesight, growling out in frustration at his inability to utilize the most reliable of his senses.
"Where are the Omegas," he barked, his eyes darting about to find them in the dim light.
"There. Two," Kuroo snarled back, jerking his head towards the pink lighting near the house.
Daichi snapped his eyes to the porch, landing on the cowering figures of Shoyo and Yamaguchi. Injured...and anxious. Who else had remained back? He quickly searched through his memories, finding them useless and hazy from his previously drunken state.
"Oikawa. Yachi. They're not out front," Kuroo barked at once, unwittingly answering the question. Then, his broad shoulders began to shake with unchecked panic. "Kenma. Is. Not. Out. Front."
Daichi's unleashed a throaty rumble at Kuroo's instinctual flare up and readied himself to intervene without the rooster's help. But, much to Daichi's surprise, he remained in place--albeir bristling with upset.
Daichi had expected him to beeline towards the house in search of his mate...why wasn't he? He sniffed the air once more, doing his utmost to inhale Kuroo's nearby scent by itself. What was his motive? If not to secure his mate, then what? Slowly, the rooster's fragrance snaked its way into his nostrils, striking him with an instantaneous calm that sharpened his senses. Pack. Protect the pack.
He was prioritizing the pack...
A voice panted out from a few feet away, stalling his investigation with its familiar tone. "Daichi..."
He glanced towards its owner, dark eyes taking in Suga's delicate built. The boy keeled over, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. Daichi instantly lunged towards him, leaving Kuroo's foreign, tranquil scent behind.
"Are you okay," he snarled, grabbing the boy in a protective embrace, visually checking for injuries.
"I'm fine," Suga huffed back, pushing out of his tough embrace. "We need-"
"Where is Keiji," Bokuto roared out in interruption, nearly bowling into Kuroo's tense form as he came to a stop next to them. "I can't smell him. Where is he."
"He ran into the house," Suga replied, still panting from his long run from the liquor store. "A few minutes ago. Hajime went too, I think..."
Daichi watched the owl lunge forward, busting into a quick sprint across the yard. Why was he prioritizing a specific Omega...one that wasn't even his mate...while he and Kuroo prioritized the pack? While he had been running towards the house, his thoughts had been solely fixed on finding Suga, but when he had finally arrived, he dropped the idea altogether. His thoughts had quickly shifted to a desire ensure that everyone was safe-- not just his Omega. He furrowed his brows, filing away the strange information. There were more pertinent issues, like his Alpha pack. Although they clearly didn't need any assistance in defeating the intruders, they definitely needed to be pulled from their opponents soon-- before someone was accidentally killed. He raked his eyes over the scene once more. Even without his nose, it was abundantly clear that Asahi and Tsukishima had gone completely feral.
"We need to pull our Alphas off," Kuroo reiterated, his shoulders bristling with anticipation. "They're fucking feral, Daichi. We need to get things under control before shit gets really bad."
Was Kuroo in his goddamn head? They did belong together in an Alpha pack, and they had been friends for many years, but Daichi had never experienced such a clear Alpha-to-Alpha connection with someone before. He couldn't deny that it was immensely helpful, especially in the chaotic situation they were faced with.
"How many intruders are there," he barked, wanting to better understand the situation before he and Kuroo spread their already thin ranks.
Four intruders. Two incapacitated. Two feral Alphas from their pack. What about the house? The backyard?
"I don't know," the rooster replied, balling his hands into tight fists at his side-- thoughts of Kenma no doubt still lurking in the back of his mind. "But Hajime and Bokuto are in there...and Yuji too. Safe. Trust"
Daichi had no idea how Kuroo was holding himself together. If Suga had been inside the house, there was no way he would have had the self control to remain impartial. No...to remain selfless. When all of this was over, he was going to thank the rooster for the tough sacrifice-- and ask him how he managed it.
"Suga," Kuroo continued without breaking his intense gaze from the brawls in the yard. "Check over the Omegas on the porch. Get us information. Go in from the far left to steer clear of the Alphas."
When Daichi subconsciously unleashed a furious growl at the very prospect of his Omega in danger, Suga harshly slapped him across the bicep-- interrupting his sudden instinctual haze. "We are a team, Daichi. Trust in me," he said softly, squeezing Daichi's hand before jogging off into the yard.
Daichi had to bite down on his cheek to prevent himself from mechanically following. Kuroo definitely deserved praise...lots of it.
"Get Asahi," the rooster snarled to him, pushing up the sleeves of his long, red sweater. "Punch him to shit if you have to. Just get him the fuck off that Alpha. I'll get Tsukishima."
Dachi nodded slowly and rolled his neck on its axis to warm up the muscles. Asahi wasn't exactly an easy opponent. The Alpha was normally a over-sized teddy bear, but Daichi had recently come to realize that he was an absolute menace when he was feral.
Daichi steadied his growing instincts, inwardly commanding them to remain under his conscious control, and cracked his knuckles. Then, he unleashed his dominant scent in full and jogged towards his feral teammate-- eternally thankful to have the first strike.
Oikawa~
"Do your new Alpha masters know how much of a whore you are? Cause I can smell one on you," Kabuto chirped with a wicked smirk. When Oikawa remained silent, the dark man continued to his vicious coo. "Oh, poor Oikawaaa. Does he feed your addiction as well as I used to? Cause I was pretty good at it, don't you think?"
"Be quiet," Oikawa retorted, but all signs of his conviction were lost on his tone. His self esteem was sinking in on itself from each word out of Kabuto's honest mouth.
He hated the the tattooed Alpha knew all of his verbal pressure points. He wasn't that person anymore...not anymore. He repeated the notion in mantra, doing his utmost to keep his past memories at bay.
"You used to crawl on the floor at my feet, begging for me to fuck you," Kabuto continued in monologue, flashing a cocky smirk as Oikawa slumped down at the crude remark.
"I said, shut up."
It was a half-hearted response. Everyone knew it-- even Oikawa. He prayed for every fiber of his being to stand strong against the tattooed man, but the years of drug abuse penetrated his unguarded mind and flooded him with memories he had worked so hard to banish.
"Remember that one time? Man, we stretched the fuck out of you! I thought that I had broke your slutty asshole. We had such a laugh about it later, remember? About how it was impossible for such a well-used skank to break."
"Please be quiet."
It was all Oikawa could manage in response-- a pathetic whisper of retaliation. He glanced up, eyes raking over Kabuto's angular face and lean, muscular build. His sharp features were accompanied by a large, sickly smile. He was clearly aware that his manipulative words were finding their mark inside Oikawa's tortured mind.
"See," he continued his verbal assault, biceps rippling under his black shirt as he casually shrugged. "There's the complicit Oikawa I remember! Right, Jime?"
Complicit ...
"Oh I remember," the long, blonde haired Alpha chimed in response, accepting the verbal baton from Kabuto. "Remember how he used to beg us to tie him up and fuck him?"
Oikawa had never begged them, at least, not how they were implying. He had always been in it for the drugs. That was it. Nothing more, nothing less. He always needed another score, just one more to get him through the day, and he never cared how he got it. He allowed the filthy Alphas to tie him up, spit on him, and demand his mouth because he knew that it would get him what he wanted. He never cared about being humiliated if he got the addictive powder he so desired. Whenever they fucked him, he had been high out of his mind, or going through terrible withdrawals. He couldn't call their relations consensual, but he couldn't bring himself to call them rape, either-- his mind was perpetually tortured by the twisted mess that was his past.
He shook his head, willing his reminiscent thoughts to go back to the deepest, darkest corner of his waking mind.They represented the old him. The one that didn't understand the value of Omega friendship. The strung out boy that couldn't imagine genuine love between Alphas and Omegas...Hajime. The flickering image of his Alpha suddenly lurched his stomach and he swallowed a lump of bile that wedged itself inside his throat. A small part of him wished that the Alpha would come and defend him against the three monsters, but another part, one much larger and stronger, was grateful for his absence. He didn't want his Alpha to find out about his past-- not like this.
In perfect, terrible timing, a ferocious snarl erupted out into the cool night air from behind him. It startled away his self-deprecating thoughts and forced him into a nightmare reality. He knew the person behind the vicious growl. No. No. No. Pang after pang of panic hit him like heavy bricks, forming a twisting lump of terror inside his gut. Dark thoughts skirted across his mind in a continuous loop, leaving him struggling to control his external dismay.
Hajime was here. He was going to hear what the other Alphas were saying about him...how used he was...damaged goods. Hajime was going to find him disgusting. He would never want him after hearing the things that Kabuto had to say.
"Hajime I-" He began. He was trying to tell the Alpha to leave-- trying to tell him that he was okay and that he could handle things on his own.
Hajime growled, cutting him short with an abrupt movement. The surly man lunged forward to half-shield him from the intruders in the dark yard, shoulders bristling with hot rage.
Kabuto smirked at the new developments and his bright eyes flashed Oikawa a knowing look that made him nauseous. "Oh, so this is your new dealer, eh?" He chirped with unrelenting hostility. "Not as good looking as me, but I'm sure he does the trick."
Please stop. Please don't say anything else.
"Who are you," Hajime barked, taking a menacing step forward. "What the fuck are you doing here."
"Oh just a former friend of Oikawa's," Kabuto replied and shook a hand in the night air to feign his disinterest. "Are you his new Alpha?"
"Hajime, he's-" Oikawa attempted, but his words were cut short by another heavy growl.
"Leave," Hajime commanded, throat rumbling in a deep and constant loop of agitation. "You are not welcome here."
"Does the little slut beg you for drugs, too?" Kabuto asked, his tone confrontational and challenging-- no doubt trying to provoke Hajime into an uneven fight. "He used to put his tiny ass up in the air and shake his slutty hole whenever I came home. I loved it!"
"Last. Warning."
Oikawa already knew that Kabuto would never listen to verbal verbal threats. Chaki and his lapdogs had always been in it for the mind games-- and they were working. Oikawa was already completely dejected, he wasn't even sure that it was possible for him to sink any lower.
"Tell him," Kabuto chirped again, directing unwanted attention to him. "Tell him how you used to suck my cock like your life depended on it."
His heart pounded against his chest, flushing blood to his ears, and he swallowed another lump of nauseous bile.
It was the truth. He had begged for it. He was disgusting...worthless...used.
"This Omega of yours," the tattooed Alpha continued, pointing at his slumped figure on the porch. "Just thought you should know that he's been prettttty used. I mean, a lot. Even I would've discarded him by now!"
Used. Kabuto was right. Oikawa had no idea how many Alphas he had slept with during his rebellious years, let alone who they were. His time between high school and the flock were extremely hazy to recount. In fact, it was nothing short of sheer luck that he had managed to control his heat during the drug-fueled times-- lucky that he hadn't accidentally mated with a disgusting Alpha. Mated with someone like Kabuto. His heat cycles were the one thing he held as valuable. Alphas had offered him, time and time again, more drugs than he could ever imagine for the chance to sleep with him during his heat. But he had rejected every outlandish proposal and injected himself with his prevention medicine month after month, without fail.
"Oikawa," a lazy voice pushed into his spiraling thoughts, pulling him back to the present. Keiji. "Don't listen to a fucking word out of Kabuto's scumbag mouth. He's just a monster who took advantage of a drug addict. Nothing more," his nestmate stated plainly with an intense conviction that he hadn't heard in years.
"Wow!" Jime exclaimed, loudly whistling into the night air. "What a throwback! Keiji, it's been a while, man."
Keiji ignored the remark and walked over to Oikawa, taking his delicate hand in his own. Oikawa was grateful for the physical contact, and for the subtle, calm scent that accompanied it. They did well to help him drown out the overbearing Alphas in the yard. They also lessened Hajime's protective scent-- the Alpha's presence was only causing him upset in his worried state.
"Still good at ignoring Alphas, hey?" Jime drawled out, fishing for a rise from the calm Omega at his side. "Just remember my advice, Keiji. That type of attitude makes you a shitty lay."
"I'm sorry," a familiar voice chimed in from the back entrance of the yellow house. "But, who the fuck are you?"
Oikawa recognized the over-eager tone in a heartbeat. The owl. He glanced over his shoulder, eyes following as Bokuto's stalked forward to join Hajime's protective stance in front of them.
"They're the shitheads who burnt down our house," Keiji replied to the owl, icy eyes fixed on the intruders ahead of him.
Oikawa didn't like to admit it, self-reliance was his bread and butter, but he was glad for Keiji's physical and emotional support. Even now, with his Alpha friends at his side, he was still struggling to keep himself together. The drawn out confrontation with his uncomfortable past had left him feeling drained. It was nice to have someone at his side who understood just how much Kabuto had damaged him.
"What," Hajime snarled at once, bristling with renewed aggression as he moved a few menacing steps forward. Much to Oikawa's surprise, Bokuto followed suite, unleashing his own, territorial growl into the quiet night.
"Man, setting these Alphas on us..." Jime started, running a hand through his long, blonde hair. "I guess you're still mad about me fucking you. Eh, Keiji?"
Keiji's scent soured the air with a flurry of unchecked rage. He huffed out in frustration, then pushed his way in front of the yellow house Alphas, dragging Oikawa with him by the hand. "You didn't fuck me, you disgusting piece of garbage," he spat forth in a savage tone that caught Oikawa off-guard. "You raped me."
Oikawa had never seen the icy boy so angry before. His nestmate never allowed his emotions influence his actions. Ever.
Jime shrugged his broad shoulders in response. "You wanted it. That's all Omegas are good for. Everybody knows that."
The crude words were just enough to make Oikawa snap. He released Keiji's stiff hand and ground his teeth together, releasing waves of hot rage into the condensed air around him. "No. He didn't fucking want it, you animal. He was barely conscious," he started, pointing an aggressive finger at Jime's astonished form. "Fucking me? Brutalizing me for over a year? Fine, it's fair. I was in it for the drugs. I was out of my fucking mind most of the time," he continued, throwing his hands over his head in exasperation. "But, Keiji? You had no right. No fucking RIGHT to touch him. And the fact that you think it was okay? That it's all we're good for? You should be put down. You're fucking animals. You have no fucking humanity left. Actually, I doubt you had any to begin with!" He finished, panting from the sudden rush of adrenaline his truthful words had invoked.
Yes, he wanted to bash Kabuto's skull into the ground for all the pain the Alpha had caused him, but his rage was tripled when it came to Jime. The man deserved worse than death for touching Keiji. For harming his friend. His eyes shot to Kabuto's all too familiar blue ones and, for a brief moment, he saw a strange emotion flicker in their navy depths...surprise?
He shook his head and dismissed it, darting his gaze back to Jime. Before his hostile mind had a chance to devolve any further, a large hand clasped into the back of his shirt, pulling him into the safety of the group behind him. He shook his head, suddenly aware that he had made his way to the edge of the porch during his vicious monologue. He glanced to his side, taking in the bristling figure of Hajime. The Alpha held one hand reassuringly on his back and his dark features were plastered with anguish, but both his body language and scent exuded nothing short of unrelenting fury.
"I want to kill them," he growled quietly, loud enough for the intruders to hear the ferocity behind his words.
Oikawa was nearly blown back by his Alpha's sudden, aggressive fragrance. It pooled around him, blanketing the concentrated air with its intense fervor. Kuroo was right. Hajime was...a very dominant Alpha. After a few brief moments of silent exchange, he realized that his Alpha was waiting for permission. Permission to kill. As much as he wanted to see Chaki and his lapdogs dead and in the ground, it wasn't worth the cost. He and Hajime weren't mated. The law wasn't on their side but, more than that, he knew that it wouldn't be right to stoop to their level. Keiji had been right. Suga had been right. Violence would only create more violence. He needed to find a way to break free of the cycle, and not just him, either-- but his nestmates and the yellow house Alphas, too.
"No...no killing..." He said at last with a heavy sigh. "They're not worth your time. But I realize that we aren't getting out of this shit without a fight. So l would be glad for your help in beating the shit out them. That, they deserve more than anything else."
"By the look and smell of things," Keiji added in with a sly smirk, licking his lips. "These fuckers already know that they're no match for our two Alphas."
Oikawa tore his gaze from Hajime to look back at the Alphas in the yard. They were bristling in anger-- upset at Keiji's verbal stab. It there was one thing his nestmate was good at, it was insulting Alpha pride and this time, the boy's snarky words were absolutely correct. The intruders seemed wary of the dominant scents that Hajime and Bokuto were unleashing into the cool air, but they were doing their best to hide it.
"Gladly," Bokuto seethed out, slowly rolling up the blue sleeves of his shirt. "I'm always down for a good brawl."
Next to him, Hajime unleashed a throaty growl of agreement, cracking his neck from side to side in anticipation. Oikawa rolled a shoulder around and readied his own stance-- a fight was looming on the horizon.
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