Untitled Part 19
Chapter Nineteen: Limitations
Bokuto~
Bokuto was seething. The blonde Alpha, Jime, had raped his Omega. It took every ounce of willpower he had to not jump the man and snap his neck in half. When the entire ordeal was over, he was going to sit down and have a chat with Keiji. He no longer cared about the irritating butterflies in his stomach, they were trumped by his innate desire to keep the icy boy safe. Especially if situations like this kept happening. First, the encounter in the Humanities Building and now this? It was ridiculous.
"By the look and smell of things, these fuckers know that they're no match for our two Alphas," Keiji drawled out in verbal challenge from Bokuto's left.
The Omega's confidence in his fighting prowess fueled into his growing instincts. "Gladly, I'm always down for a good brawl," he snarled, slowly rolling up the sleeves of his blue shirt.
When Hajime added a growl of approval from the position on the his right, unleashing a overbearing scent of dominance, he challenged himself to match it. He wasn't going to allow either of the intruders to touch Keiji...or Oikawa. As he exuded his own domineering fragrance, the air around him began to swirl about, mixing in Hajime's scent in with his own. It was not long before the two had coalesced into a unique fragrance that was foreign to him-- a powerful, domineering scent that commanded, protect the pack.
There were two things unique about it for Bokuto. First, as far as he knew, packs only ever consisted of Alphas. Yet he and Hajime's pack-like scent included Oikawa and Keiji into its considerations. Second, it was extremely rare for Alpha packs to feel a need to protect their members. The weak were tossed out while the strong led-- that was the animalistic truth of it.
Whatever the fuck this scent is, Bokuto mused as he sniffed the air, it is completely and utterly unique.
"Hilarious. Are you insinuating that we're going to be a cake walk for you?" Kabuto snarled out from the grass, hunching forward in anticipation. "Because you're in for a rude awakening."
Bokuto narrowed his eyes and smirked when he noticed that the mouthy Alpha was forcing his dominant facade-- using it to hide his uncertainties of the prevalent pack-scent, looming in the air.
"Oh, Kabuto," Oikawa called out to the tattooed man in a dark, challenging tone. "Did you forget that I beat the shit out of your Alpha overlord, Chaki? You think you're a match?"
Bokuto was glad to hear the Oikawa's sly chirp. When he had first stepped onto the back porch, the Omega was visibly slumped down in his own dejected scent. Bokuto could only imagine how terrible it must have been for slender boy to verbally hold out against such manipulative Alphas.
Alphas who knew him personally.
It was fairly obvious to Bokuto that Oikawa had yet to discuss his past...indiscretions...with Hajime. Dense air or not, Bokuto could smell the nervous fragrance radiating off of the Omega from a mile away. Was he worried about what his Alpha would think after hearing what the crude remarks from the intruders? Bokuto wanted to tell the beautiful boy that Hajime wouldn't care about any of it. That was the absolute truth-- his teammate wouldn't even bat an eye at Oikawa's past...he wasn't exactly the cleanest Alpha himself. Plus, Bokuto, and indeed everyone in the yellow house, could tell that the pair were developing an intense bond that would never be broken so easily.
When the two intruders let out a series of irritated growls at Oikawa's insult, Bokuto snapped back to the present and snickered. Alphas hated when outsiders pointed out the hierarchies within their groups-- unless they were the top dog, of course. He sniffed the air again. He wasn't sure who this Chaki was, but the tattooed man standing in front of him had a very potent scent. If there was another Alpha skulking around with a more dominant scent than his, he wouldn't be easy to take out.
"Oikawa..." Hajime directed with a throaty rumble. "Please. Leave them to me."
Bokuto might not have been able to smell it, but he could tell from the pleading tone that his teammate was incredibly concerned for his Omega's safety. Indeed, if Keiji was and eager fighter like Oikawa, Bokuto would be extremely worried too.
The chestnut Omega let out a deep sigh, clearly unhappy with Hajime's request. "Fine," he conceded with a grumble, crossing his arms over his slender chest in resignation.
"Keiji. You too," Bokuto growled under his breath to the metal Omega beside him. He couldn't help himself from demanding it-- his instincts were internally screeching inside his brain. They didn't care that the icy Omega wasn't technically his. They wanted the boy safe.
"I guess," Keiji droned out in an irritated, yet accepting tone. Good.
Bokuto watched as the two Alphas in the yard shared a brief look, non-verbally planning their moves. The next instant, Kabuto side stepped to the right and made a beeline for the far side of the deck. As he moved to jump up onto the patio, Hajime tackled him back into the grass. Bokuto watched them out of the corner of his eye, doing well to keep most of his attention fixed on Jime-- pacing back and forth in front of him like a predator.
"Try. Me," he snarled out, holding his hands out to the side in challenge. "Come. At. Me."
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Hajime had pinned Kabuto under his weight and was smashing into the tattooed man with closed fists. By the smell in the air, Bokuto was fairly certain that it was an even match-- a feat of its own. It was rare for an Alpha to match Hajime's raw, unchecked dominance. Only Kuroo came close.
Bokuto lurched his attention back to the man in front of him-- Hajime could hold his own. When Jime took a confident step towards the porch, he wasted no time and hurled his full weight into the blonde Alpha's torso. Then, he grabbed the man's long hair and pulled down with all his might, throwing him into the ground. Abruptly shifting his weight back to his core, Bokuto ripped a tiki torch from the dense earth and steadied himself, waiting for his opponent to climb back to his feet. As Jime clamored up, he swung his wooden weapon upwards, smoking his opponent across the head with an audible crunch. The instant Jime hit the grass, he lunged forward and heavily kicked the crawling man in the ribs, sending him flying back into the now broken fence. In another beat, he closed the gap and yanked the winded boy up by his hair, snarling out as he did so.
"Never. Come. Back," he roared, dragging the blonde Alpha across the uneven earth towards the back gate. "If you touch my Omega again. I. Will. Kill. You," he spat into the intruder's dazed face, throwing him into the alley. Sharp rocks scattered out in every direction, stirred up by the man's impact on the back road.
As he swivelled around, heading back into the dark backyard, furious snarls from Hajime's brawl reaching his waiting ears. He raked his eyes over the porch, landing on the two struggling figures near its right side. His teammate was pinned under Kabuto and was clawing at the large man's face with frenzied aggression. Before Bokuto could make a move to help, Oikawa threw himself from the veranda and landed on top of the tattooed attacker. As Kabuto rose up to his feet, the chestnut Omega wrapped his slender legs around his hips-- pulling him into a tough choke hold.
Hajime tried to push himself up from the grass, but Bokuto could see from his sluggish movements that he was disoriented-- likely the result of a fresh head wound pouring crimson blood down his snarling face. Bokuto wasted no time sprinting towards the scene as Kabuto backed himself against the yellow siding of the house, slamming Oikawa's slender figure back against its hard surface.
"Keiji, get Hajime-" He tried to snarl in command, but something tackled into his legs, bowling him to ground.
Jime clawed up his body and hit him in his exposed face with an unknown, dense object, drawing blood in the process. Bokuto roared out with vicious fury, trying to force off his attacker with pure strength. When he was unsuccessful, he threw his arms up to defend his face from another blow and rotated his hips, trying to flip his weight. After a few long moments of struggle, Keiji's dark figure flashed across his blurry vision and bowled into the large Alpha atop him. The pair rolled off of his stunned form, colliding into the dewy grass next to him in a flurry of snarls and groans. When Jime flipped the icy Omega onto his back and punched him hard in his open face, the world slowed around Bokuto. His vision turned crimson and he clamored forward, grabbing the blonde man by the back of his neck. With fresh adrenaline pumping through his veins, he picked the larger man up and threw him into the fence once more, breaking portions of constructed wood. The next instant, he was on top of the Alpha, smashing into his purple, swelling face, spraying flicks of blood across the white painted fence.
KILL HIM, his instincts roared out, tumbling around in his chest, he touched KEIJI. KILL HIM. He unleashed a whirlwind of turbulent growls, losing himself to his feral nature.
That was the plan.
Hajime~
Hajime was beyond dazed. As he pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, blood poured down into the grass beneath him. Was it his? The world around him was a cloudy, spinning flurry of dark objects, but he willed himself to gather his bearings through his disoriented state. He needed to.
There was no time. Where was his attacker?
When he forced his head up, ignoring the screaming muscles in his neck, his dark eyes locked on Oikawa. His slender body was wrapped around Kabuto's larger figure, holding the Alpha around the neck with every ounce of his strength. The tattooed man unleashed a series of exhausted snarls as he backed up against the edge of the house-- face red from his constricted airway. Hajime's eyes widened with horror as Kabuto swiftly slammed Oikawa's body against the solid wall. Once, twice, then a third time until Hajime's crazed mind went mad.
IT IS MY FIGHT. THAT IS MY OMEGA. DO SOMETHING.
At that feral command, Hajime pushed up to his unsteady feet before stumbling into the porch with a frustrated growl. His vision was blurry and his ears rang out with a high pitched sting, but his senses were unusually honed in on Oikawa's painful grunts as he intensely struggled to hold against his tattooed opponent's back.
GET UP. OMEGA IN TROUBLE.
His instincts roared at him once more, bashing around inside his aching skull with a series of frantic commands. He sluggishly pushed to his feet once more, watching on with his useless body as Oikawa finally relinquished his grip on Kabuto's neck and crumbled onto the dewy grass against the house. Kabuto sputtered out, coughing to regain his breath, then reached for the smaller boy beneath him with raw anger. He grabbed Oikawa's hair and held up his limp form in percieved victory. Then, in one abrupt movement, he threw the chestnut Omega down, bashing his head against the metal valve of the yard hose that jutted out from the yellow siding.
NO. NO. NO.
Hajime's instincts bellowed out, darkening his mind with an intense, unchecked fury that lit his body on fire. His last conscious image was that of his Omega's lifeless form, limply splayed out in the grass beneath the foreboding Alpha above him. The next instant, Hajime's world went red in the purest form of rage.
Kill. Kill. Kill.
Bokuto~
Bokuto didn't know how long he had punched for, but he was more than happy to continue.
"Bokuto!"
Who was that? Whoever it was...they were very far away...
"Bokuto, stop!"
A small figure wrapped around his back, delicate arms slipping beneath his armpits from behind-- trying to pull him away. Suddenly, a familiar scent snaked into his nostrils. Metal and ice. He stopped swinging and blinked slowly to clear his dark vision. The Alpha beneath him was a bloody and unconscious mess and, much to his dismay, he was still alive.
While Bokuto wanted nothing more than to continue beating into the intruder, he took a moment to sniff the air to ascertain his surroundings. There were too many scents for him to filter out completely, but he was fairly certain that Hajime had defeated his attacker. Kabuto's intense, domineering fragrance was no longer permeating the air.
He sat back atop the bloody man for another moment and allowed himself to bask in Keiji's tranquil fragrance. The Omega's small body was cradling his back, melding into his own figure in a immensely satisfying way. As he zoned his senses in on their forms, feeling the boy's heavy breathing against his tense muscles in his shoulders, the world around him slowed-- the only thing he wanted to think about was Keiji.
"I'm. Sorry," he managed to growl through his overbearing instincts.
He was sorry for a lot of things. For nearly killing Jime. For not killing him. For allowing the Omega to get hurt...
Hurt.
At the fleeting thought, Bokuto swiveled around and picked the small boy up in his bloodied arms. He glanced down at Keiji's face, unhappy to see crimson blood, pouring out of a fresh cut on his cheek. The skin around it was quickly deepening into a nasty purple bruise. The damage made Bokuto want to throttle someone...particularly Jime.
"We need to stop the bleeding," he growled out in frustration, once again banishing his desire to kill the blonde Alpha. His Omega took priority...how could he have let this happen?!
Keiji brushed off his large hands, sending icy sparks through his body at the willful touch. "Stop. I'm fine. You're the one who needs help," he whispered with intense concern as he shimmied out of Bokuto's grasp. "Let me look you over first, okay? Your nose is bleeding...I think it's broken."
Bokuto didn't feel any pain. Lingering spurts of adrenaline had left him numb and Keiji's calming scent had blurred out the rest. He glanced over the icy Omega's small body, then looked out into the large yard beyond. Squinting to search the dark area, his yellow eyes took in the figures of an unconscious body, splayed out in the grass. Shoving down a renewed instinct to kill Kabuto, he raked his eyes over to Hajime-- slumped down on the hard earth near the deck.
Suddenly, the detonating roars of his teammate hit his ears, flooding the world aback with intense focus. In front of him, Keiji flinched at the harrowing sound and clamored to his feet to sprint across the yard towards it. Bokuto snapped up to his feet a moment later, yellow eyes fixed on Hajime-- rocking Oikawa in his bloody arms...howling grievously into the night air.
As Bokuto rushed to close the gap between them, an intense instinct hit him like a truck. Protect the pack. He pushed forward with hastened speed, then came to a lurching halt in front of his upset friend. Hajime's dark, emotional energy shot at Bokuto's soul through their connected primal instincts. So much so that Bokuto nearly vomited feeling the Alpha's raw upset.
Hajime was in a state of absolute panic. His unfocused eyes were wet with tears and he released loud, guttural cries of anguish that sliced through Bokuto's heart. He embraced the limp figure of his Omega against his shaking body and a deep gash ran painfully down Oikawa's delicate face-- one that would leave an unpleasant scar. Bokuto did his best to combat the pack-like instincts creeping around his chest.
How had he not smelled Hajime's panic? He should have been there to help. He should not have been so absorbed in his own anger. He should have been there. He should have been there.
"Hajime. Listen to me," Keiji asserted in a shaky voice, kneeling down in front of the devastated Alpha. "I need to check him over. I need to see if we need to take him to the hospital."
Bokuto watched on from behind, ready to guard the icy Omega from his wild, unpredictable friend. He had never seen an Alpha in such a frenzied state before and there was no doubt in his mind that Hajime had lost all control over his primal instincts-- Bokuto never wanted to live to see the day. It was as if Hajime didn't even notice the presence of anyone aside from Oikawa.
Bokuto couldn't fault his teammate for his feral upset. If it had been Keiji...he internally chastised himself for not hearing Hajime's duress sooner. He should have been there.
"He's alive, Hajime," he growled when his teammate increased his hearty grip on Oikawa's unconscious form. "You need to get yourself under control. We need to get him to the hospital."
When Hajime remained distant, he moved forward to place a supportive had on his teammates rocking shoulder. At his touch, Hajime stalled his motions and glanced up. His strained face was a mess of blood and dirt, smeared into his tanned skin by tears. Bokuto felt pangs of anguish radiate out from deep within his chest, influenced by both the scene before him and the now unwanted Alpha connection with Hajime.
He hated seeing his friend upset. Hated seeing Oikawa injured. Wanted to see the unconscious monsters in the yard dead.
"Put him down on the deck," he continued, shoving down his creeping instincts once more. But this time, they were significantly harder to banish away. "In the light. So Keiji can check over him."
Hajime sluggishly rose to his feet and mechanically placed Oikawa's slender body on the wooden boards of the porch. He remained close by and watchful, releasing low, territorial growls from his throat as Keiji quickly jumped up beside his nestmate to check him over.
"Bokuto," the icy Omega called out quietly, glancing over his shoulder to catch his owl-like eyes with panicked ones. "Throw the fucking monsters into the alley and shut the fucking gate. Then you need to sit Hajime down...on...uh...the bench. The one across the yard. You need to calm him down."
Hajime let out a low growl, not wanting to leave his Omega's side. Bokuto didn't want to either, but he knew that Keiji was correct. His teammate needed to be calmed-- needed to be brought back to reality. Judging by Keiji's frightened look, Oikawa was in rough shape and Hajime needed to relax or he was going to become an even bigger hindrance.
He glanced over to his teammate, then pushed Hajime's unwilling body into the yard by the shoulders. Sitting him down on the bench by the broken back fence, Bokuto let out a loud, commanding growl-- wait here...or else. Satisfied that Hajime was going to stay put, he dragged the unconscious men, none too gently, into the alley and closed the gate behind him-- glad to be done with the monsters. As he strode back over to his tense teammate, he tried to form some sort of a plan...something to get through to the miserable boy. However, he had a sinking feeling that Hajime's frenzied state was going to provoke his own feral instincts-- they were already teetering on the edge of his mind.
Keiji~
Keiji quickly analyzed Oikawa's body. More than a few broken ribs, deep bruises on his arms, but the gash on his left cheek, and the very obvious head wound that accompanied it, grabbed his attention.
"What. Happened," a sudden growl erupted from the back door and he recognized the scent in an instant. Yuji.
"What the fuck," Tanaka added with his own distinctive snarl as he pushed his way past the bristling blonde Alpha in front of him.
"It's fine, it's fine. Please calm down. You'll only make things worse," Keiji pleaded with the two Alphas. He could tell by their guarded scents that they had heard Hajime's howls and had come to his aid, but their intense fragrances were only going make the situation worse. Oikawa needed calm, tranquil scents, not domineering Alpha ones.
"Where are the attackers," Yuji asked through clench teeth, his eyes glossing over with primal instinct. "Where. Is. Hajime."
"Attackers are dealt with. Hajime is over there," Keiji barked back, growing irritated with the two men.
He didn't have time for this. He needed to find Suga.
"Yuji, move your ass. We need to help Bokuto calm Hajime down," Tanaka commanded and, much to Keiji's relief, seemed to crush down his own flickering instincts.
Thank God. He knows that Hajime isn't the only Alpha that needs to relax...Yuji is devolving into a state of unrest too.
As Tanaka pushed the Yuji down into the yard, Keiji jumped up and ran into the house. Its inhabitants were spread out between the living room and front yard, each with their own injuries. Some worse than others. The air of the house was soured with a variety of upset scents.
Terror...rage...dominance...protection-- all equally potent.
Tobio's bristling figure was pacing on the front lawn, yelling at an equally enraged Tsukishima-- stalled on the porch steps. Shoyo was seated outside on the front swing, holding a cloth to a head wound on a very upset Yamaguchi. Keiji wanted nothing more than to ensure that the small Omegas were okay, but he didn't have time. From what he could tell, Oikawa was the priority case. By far.
As he scanned the inner confines of the house, he flinched when he saw Asahi punch a large fist into the far wall of the living room, near the couch. Daichi was on the bunned Alpha in seconds, releasing his dominance as he shoved the giant into a corner with a series of crippling snarls. Keiji shuddered at a sudden rush of their feral scents and tore his gaze away. He didn't want to be anywhere near them.
When he at last saw Suga, bounding down the stairs with a maternal, panicked look, he let out a sigh of relief. The silver Omega stopped in the entryway and frantically sniffed the air-- likely trying to locate the members of his flock. When their eyes met, Suga's face soured with fear and he strode over, ignoring the brawling figures of Asahi and Daichi as he passed by.
"What happened," he asked at once as his worried fragrance laced into the air. "Where is Oikawa?"
"He's in the back. Get a cloth. I think we might need to take him to the hospital," Keiji quickly rattled off, trying to hide the perpetual shaking of his voice. He couldn't bear to see Oikawa injured-- his chestnut nestmate was very dear to him, even if he rarely showed it.
The two Omegas hurried to gather up medical supplies from the kitchen, ignoring the devolving states of the Alphas around them. Keiji pulled back his scent, unwilling to add to the already dense air around them. They all needed to calm down, but everyone was too riled up to use their brains.
"Oh my god..." Suga whispered, placing a delicate hand over his mouth in dismay as they exited onto the back porch. He gingerly knelt down beside Oikawa's unconscious body and softly wiped the blood off his face to see the wound in its entirety. "Oh my god..."
Suga's overwhelmingly concerned scent made Keiji very nervous. If the de facto mother of the flock thought it was bad, then it was probably far worse than anything he could ever imagine.
"Go get Daichi," Suga commanded, keeping his woeful gaze fixed on the chestnut Omega in front of him. "We need to take him to the hospital. As soon as possible."
Suga didn't have to tell Keiji twice. He rushed back into the house, careful to reign in his scent once more as he entered the back door-- not wanting to draw attention to the situation. Oikawa needed calm energy.
He raked his gaze over the house and landed on Daichi's bristling form, still holding Asahi against the damaged wall of the living room.
"What's wrong," a familiar voice asked from his left, dripping with concern. Kuroo.
"Can you help me?" Keiji snapped around to ramble out. It would be faster to ask the rooster for help-- Daichi was both half-feral, and occupied. "We need to take Oikawa to the hospital. As soon as we can."
"What. Happened." Kuroo barked in response, his dark eyes clouding with primal instinct.
So...all of his Alpha housemates were losing control. They were overly sensitive to any shift in emotion. Fuck. They were worse than Omegas. The thought frustrated Keiji to no end-- Alphas were supposed to be the more composed of the two sexes. What the fuck was this shit, then?
"Not enough time," he snapped back at once, pushing out a commanding scent to influence the rooster Alpha in his favor. "We need to call our house advisor. Is there a car?"
"I'll call Ukai," Kuroo growled back and abruptly pulled out a shattered cell phone from his back pocket.
"Tell him it's an emergency. A big emergency."
Kuroo nodded in understanding, holding the device to his ear.
"I'll be out on the porch. Keep this quiet. We don't want to cause any more panic. Tell me when he is here. Have him come around back," Keiji hastily added before walking out the back door, pushing back unwanted tears from his icy eyes.
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