Untitled Part 2
Chapter Two: About the Bond
Daichi~
Daichi watched as two Omegas stepped into the oak entryway of his home. His dark eyes grazed over their figures as he tried to ascertain their emotions by taking in their postures. His first impression lingered in his mind for quite some time-- unused to being in such close proximity to Omegas. Well, aside from when he was fucking them, but his feral mind always took control of his concious thoughts by that point.
The two male Omegas before him were both slender and small, but not necessarily in height. The brown haired one stood taller than Daichi did, however, they were...fragile looking. After a few moments, he felt confident that the gorgeous silver haired one was the leader of the homeless flock or, at the very least, the caretaker. The tall, almost Alpha-like one, he quickly pegged as the second in command.
His attention flickered back away from his internal contemplation and back to the silent reality of the room. He hastily introduced himself and smiled to ease the tension.
"Hello!" The silver haired boy replied with his own grin before bowing low as a sign of respect. "We are so grateful, and honored, that you guys are doing this wonderful act of kindness."
His sweet voice nearly stopped Daichi's heart and the natural fragrance wafting from his lithe body smelled like freshly baked cookies-- it smelled like home. It took everything Daichi had to not reach out and touch the boy's silver hair.
"Uh, no-no problem," he finally managed to stutter out in reply, smiling sheepishly. "Really, it's the least we could do!"
Come on man, pull it together, he chastised himself with a subtle eye roll, it's just an Omega. You see them every day at school. Pull. It. Together.
Suga hummed under his breath and there was laughter in his warm eyes. "I thought it would be a good idea to sit down with your household to, well, sort a few things out before I bring in the rest of the nest."
What a smart and protective Omega, putting himself in the line of fire before letting his baby birds enter. Daichi found himself melting with admiration...and panicking. He sent out a silent prayer, to any god that had the time to listen, that the silver boy hadn't noticed his sudden attraction to his homey scent.
"If you would call your beefy boys down here, I would like to size them up~~" The brunette boy chirped with a cheeky grin, then stuck out a playful pink tongue.
Oh boy, Daichi thought with a not-so-subtle chuckle, this one was going to be a handful. "Oi! Meeting in the dining room. No exceptions!" He yelled into the air and one by one, the Alphas crowded into the open main floor of the house.
Some sat around the oak dining table while others leaned up against open wall space. All had eyes on the Omegas, like wolves ready to eat. That's not going to happen on my watch, Daichi promised himself, glancing at the two Omegas out of the corner of his eye. Neither boy looked scared in the slightest and he found himself impressed with their resolve-- they were practically in a lion's den, after all.
"Boys, this is...I'm sorry I didn't get your names," he faltered apologetically, rubbing the back of his head with a large hand.
"I'm Oikawa and this beauty is Suga," the chestnut haired Omega sang out and Suga to tsked loudly at his side.
The smell of the ocean and clean laundry rolled off the taller boy in droves of fresh intensity, subtly coating the inside of Daichi's nostrils with its freshness. While he found the scent rather pleasant, he much preferred Suga's sweet fragrance. At that thought, he absentmindedly shifted closer to the silver haired boy and inhaled slightly, against his better judgement.
Suga bowed again, this time to all of the Alpha house members. "It's an honor to meet you!"
The Omega's honest tone, his respectful action, or perhaps, his overwhelming scent, caught the other Alphas off guard-- a few of them flushed red while others shifted in their seats and averted their gaze.
Suga rose back to full height and cocked his head to the side. "Um, have any of you lived with Omegas before?"
The Alphas glanced at each other before Asahi chimed in softly. "My mom's an Omega."
"Don't hurt yourself big boy~~" Oikawa quipped back with a hearty laugh and Suga cast him another scornful look-- an interaction that Daichi was quickly finding to be a frequent occurrence between the two Omegas.
"Okay. Well...maybe there are some things I should cover?" The silver boy asked gently when the other Alphas remained silent. He raised a brow, but his question was more of a statement.
"That's a good idea, Suga. And We'll all listen carefully, right Tanaka? RIGHT, Hajime?" Daichi growled to the most problematic of his boys, feeling the need to provide the lead Omega some back up.
"Yeeeeeeeeesss," the two drawled out, rolling their eyes in unison.
Suga smiled, soft and sweet. "Great!" He took a small step forward and began to rattle off an explanation that was closer to a lecture. "Well, first off, it's rude to smell an Omega without their consent. It's okay to smell from a far, I understand that our scents can be quite powerful, but don't get too close or you'll frighten them."
Daichi stiffened. He had broken that rule already.
"Second, and it should go without saying, but don't touch them without their expressive consent. When an Omega is scared, they release a smell that sours the air. I'm sure some of you are familiar with it. Sometimes it makes you guys really sick, sometimes it just riles up your angry instincts, so it's problematic either way." As the Omega continued, an image of the silver boy teaching bundles of students flickered across Daichi's mind-- he would make an excellent professor.
"I think, as long as everyone is wary of their scents and keeps a good leash of them, us in particular, then we shouldn't have any problems," Suga finished with an almost overzealous smile, at long last relinquishing a hint of nervousness with the situation.
Daichi was familiar with the scent of Omega fear. It was an appalling fragrance-- offensive, sour, and bitter to the senses. On the few occasions he had joined his volleyball team on a night out drinking, the air always reeked from the drugged up Omegas around them at the club. He felt a sharp pang of guilt for partaking in such a cruel pastime, especially now that he had conversed, sober, with actual Omegas.
Suga's pink mouth set in a hard line and his brows furrowed. "Now, the other Omegas in our flock are a bit more timid--"
"Except Nishinoya," Oikawa pointed out with a sly nod. "Oh, and Keji."
"Right," Suga nodded in agreement before continuing. "Most of the others are really timid, but they're quick to warm up. I promise. I'm certain that if things go well, it probably won't take more than a few weeks for them to become their usual, happy selves!"
Daichi smiled at the motherly statement and his heart swelled again, thinking about Suga's natural protectiveness over the flock. It was admirable, very much so. He paused his skittering thoughts, glanced over the other Alphas, and was pleasantly surprised to find that they all were giving the silver boy their full attention. Even the normally tuned out Tobio and Tsukishima seemed alert and interested in what the Omega had to say. Perhaps, it was because Alphas, himself included, were never really taught much about Omegas to begin with. His assumption was confirmed when he saw Asahi nodding matter-of-factly to the things that were being explained. For the first time in his life, Daichi found himself wishing that he had an Omega family member that could have explained all of this before now.
"As far as reigning in our scents, so we don't cause too much of a distraction, we will wear scent suppressor patches at all times," Oikawa's sing song voice chimed in to fill the momentary silence. "We also have heat injectors and I promise that we will be extremely proactive in regulating our cycles."
Daichi contemplated the implications of the scent suppressors. Even he understood that the patches greatly increased an Omega's ability to walk around on campus, and society in general, without being cornered by over-aggressive..no...over-eager Alphas. He was also fairly certain that Kenma wore one at all times, but he didn't really mind the Omega's eucalyptus scent, nor was he overly attracted to it. Not like the silver boy's fragrance. When the thought snaked into his waiting mind, he flushed slightly in embarrassment-- keenly aware of his sudden desire to inhale as much of the sweet fragrance as he could. He didn't want Suga's scent to diminish, even a little. He would rather bathe in it and get his fill.
"Is that all?" Tanaka asked, once again pulling Daichi from his increasingly panicked thoughts, and Suga nodded, flashing a nervous smile. "Well bring 'em in man!"
After a few minutes, the remaining Omegas poured into the house and crowded around Oikawa and Suga. A tall freckled boy and a small blond girl stood behind the silver Omega, grasping onto his blue shirt with white knuckles. The small girl was shaking profusely and, unlike the others, Daichi could smell a sickly scent of terror radiating off of her pale skin. He felt nothing but remorse at her frightful state, and he did absolute his best to not imagine the hardships that she, and probably all of them, had been through. When he briefly caught Asahi's gaze, he knew the bunned Alpha was thinking the exact same thing. Were things really this bad for Omegas?
His eyes flickered over to Kenma. The cat-like Omega had joined his mate near the stairs and was subtly rubbing against the rooster's body, purring in contentment. Purring...Daichi wondered what that felt like...how it would feel to have Suga do that against him. After a few moments, he physically shook his head and pushed the idea away in frustration. What the fuck was happening? He steadied himself against the yellow wall behind him and shrugged it off. It had to be side effect of his close proximity to so many unmated Omegas...
Yes, that was definitely it.
Suga introduced the Omegas and Daichi introduced the Alphas. While the atmosphere remained tense at first, especially from Yachi's anxious scent, it soon shifted to comfortable curiosity once Suga had settled the small girl into their new room. Daichi knew that the atmosphere had remained relax because of Suga and Oikawa-- they had done their best to project a tranquil scent throughout the house, and it was working well. Daichi had seen Kenma utilize his scent to relax Kuroo in the past, but he had never been around an entire flock of Omegas before. For the first time in his life, he witnessed the sheer extent of influence that Omega fragrances had. Every single Alpha member in his pack was calm-- their feral nature full sated, even around unmated Omegas.
What a relief.
When he first showed the Omegas to their quarters after their tense introduction, he was initially apologetic to Suga that he couldn't provide each of the the seven Omegas with their own private room. The silver boy had laughed, shushing him with a wave of the hand, and explained that flocks preferred to nest together in one location.
He poked his head inside the largest of the three open rooms and smiled a sweet smile that melted Daichi's insides all over again. "This one will be perfect. Lots of light, padded floor. It's perfect!"
Daichi cocked his head and smiled in turn. "Well, it's your space now. Do whatever you want with it!"
He watched the boy carefully shuffle Yachi inside through the door, then turned on his heels to hike back down to the main floor. There was no way Alphas would be able to share a fucking room, he chuckled to himself, even sharing one house had its problems. Weekly, sometimes daily, brawls were pretty common among Alphas, even friendly ones.
Now that the Omegas were officially living with them, was the infighting going to get worse?
Sugawara~
One week had passed since Suga and his nest had moved into the Alpha's yellow house and he was thrilled that nothing too problematic had occurred. Ukai and Miyo had dropped in on the second day, and he was overwhelmed with gratitude when the two professors lugged in bag after bag of newly bought clothing, school supplies, and toiletries for his Omegas. He briefly wondered if Ukai had helped Miyo in securing the funds to buy such an enormous haul of goods-- if he had, then he was an admirable man. Suga was also quick to note that Ukai's scent held a small, and growing, attraction to the beautiful, black haired professor. While he was very wary of the subtle fragrance, he sent out a silent prayer that the Alpha would not act on his instincts without Miyo's consent, but in his heart, he knew that Ukai would never dare do anything like that-- especially after showing such kindness to his flock in allowing them to live in his team's residence.
As Suga sat on the front stairs of the porch, he quickly brushed over the current state of each Omega in his flock. He knew that he didn't need to worry about Oikawa, the tall and beautiful boy poked at the Alphas every chance he got. In fact, a stern, short haired Alpha named Hajime had even started calling him Shittykawa-- the perfect nickname for the over-confident nestmate.
Shoyo had only taken a few days to become comfortable with his new accommodations, but the ginger had never had any problems making friends. The Alphas seemed to be quite overwhelmed by the his distinct, energizing fragrance. His was, out of every Omega in the flock, the most prominent and, much to Suga's dismay, suppressor patches did very little to qualm it. While Suga had initially feared that Shoyo's smell would irritate the household Alphas, he was relieved when Daichi, the ever perceptible and good-hearted, had mentioned that his Alphas were becoming more alert than usual during their volleyball practices-- an awareness that the captain linked to their continued access to Shoyo's invigorating scent.
Nishinoya, the only other Omega that Suga considered to be as mouthy as Oikawa, had made fast friends with the gentle giant Alpha named Asahi. The two had begun taking morning jogs together and, by the fourth day he could tell that Asahi was dying to scent the small spitfire Omega. While he was nervous of the Alpha's motivations, he did his best to give Asahi the benefit of the doubt. The giant man was the only Alpha in the house with an Omega family member. Perhaps, he would be more sympathetic to their condition...but regardless, Suga was going to keep a watchful eye on him.
The quiet and composed Keiji did well to ignore their new housemates which was completely unsurprising to Suga. Whenever they walked around the campus together, Keiji had always been able to blatantly ignore the Alphas around them-- as if he didn't even register their presence at all. Although Keiji's blasè attitude had terrified him at first, his own personal mantra being that Omegas should always on guard around Alphas, he soon realized that the snarky boy was exceptional at suppressing his scent. Oftentimes, Suga couldn't smell any Omega on him at all, which meant that Alphas were unable to as well.
Much like Keiji, Yamaguchi had remained reserved-- but he was much more terrified of the Alphas than his Omega nestmate. Suga couldn't blame him, given his difficult past. Normally, an Omega that was as timid as the Yamaguchi was the perfect target to take advantage of, so Suga was pleasantly shocked at how much they had lucked out with the yellow house pack. Not a single one made a pass at the freckled boy...thus far. There was no shortage of Alpha knotheads in the world, so to land themselves a house of well-mannered ones was nothing short of a miracle.
The main thorn in Suga's side was his baby Yachi. She was still too traumatized by recent events to even leave their new nesting room. His heart broke for her each time she snaked her way into his thoughts. All of the Omegas in his flock, indeed all Omegas in general, had terrible past experiences, but Yachi's was...recent.
Suga mulled over a few more things before shrugging off his long train of thought. He stood up from the front porch steps and hummed under his breath. After thinking about Yachi for such a significant amount of time, he decided to go upstairs and check on his timid baby bird.
As he rounded the stairs to the third floor he reigned in his scent, opting for a mild and measured fragrance that wouldn't frighten her. "Yachi?" He questioned softly as he entered the room, gently closing the oak door behind him. His eyes searched the sunny, tea green room until a blonde head poked out from a mess of pink blankets near the bay windows of the far wall.
"Hi, Suga," the tiny girl yawned to him, blinking sleep from her honey coloured eyes.
At least she felt comfortable enough to sleep here, he thought to himself, even if she still woke up from nightmares.
"How are you doing? Can I get you anything?" He asked in a motherly tone as he pulled the small Omega into a messy, blanket filled embrace on the padded floor.
"No. Shoyo brought some soup and milk up earlier."
"You know Yachi..." Suga started, rubbing Yachi's back in small circles with a slender hand. Her scent was still off...still scared...it had been for a long time now. "Why don't you come outside on the porch with me? Fresh air and sunlight would do you good!"
"Eep!" Yachi squeaked, cowering into ample bedding once more. "What if-there are dangerous things-someone might have a gun-or-or an Alpha might jump us!" She exclaimed, her voice somewhat muffled by the mass of sheets.
Suga chuckled at her response, he couldn't help it. Her fear was genuine, but oftentimes, her translation of it came across as almost comedic. "Okay, well, I won't stop trying!" He replied in a gentle, yet resolute tone. "And you know that we Omegas are all here. Even if its an Alpha house, we are all still here. All of us are a family and we will never abandon you. We will never stop fighting for a safe and peaceful place for us to call home."
"Thanks, Suga," the small Omega mumbled as she nested back into the covers. "I know you won't..."
"Okay...good. Do you have your phone hidden somewhere in this mess? You'll call me if you need anything? Anything at all..."
"I will...I promise."
With that acknowledgement, Suga rose to his feet and stretched up his arms to reset his muscles, then exited the nesting room. There was nothing more he could do today to change Yachi's mind, he knew that he had to allow her to move at her own pace. He could only provide a safe place for her to heal, the rest was up to her.
Daichi~
Daichi walked up the stairs, smelling Suga's delicious scent and happily following it. The first few days he had done it absentmindedly, but now...not so much. He couldn't help himself...and he had tried. Really, really tried. Now, it was abundantly clear that his infatuation with the intoxicating fragrance wasn't from his close proximity to so many Omegas. It was with Suga.
He was infatuated with Suga.
He froze in his tracks when he saw the silver haired boy gracefully exit the Omega's nest, a few feet ahead of him in the narrow hallway. Suga grinned when he noticed him, and his sweet scent became so overwhelming that Daichi nearly tumbled down the stairs behind him. He found it immensely frustrating that the other Omegas on campus, or even in the other ones in house, didn't make him feel so dizzy and...primal. He hated not being in control of his instincts and Suga's scent had them in a constant state of happy eagerness. It was new territory for him.
"Hey, Daichi. How was class?" The Omega boy asked sweetly and took a few light steps forward, maintaining a delicate sort of poise as he did so.
"Uh, it was good. Boring, but good."
He didn't want say that he had beat down a few Alphas who had cornered an Omega behind the Arts Building. It would just upset the silver boy. In fact, it would probably prompt the momma bird to run wildly out into the streets to find the Omega that had been hurt. Thinking about Suga being cornered by hostile Alphas stimulated his scent to flush with a red anger, and he clenched his fists at his sides to mitigate the unwanted pressure it was causing in his chest.
"What's wrong?" Suga questioned, his voice holding a note of hesitation-- unsure as to why he was releasing such an engaged fragrance so abruptly.
By the time Daichi had wrestled back control of his instincts, the silver boy was now much, much closer-- he hadn't even noticed the move. Slowly, Suga's calming fragrance wafted over him like a dark, liquid honey, melting him with its thick tranquility and he quickly forgot his previous hostility.
"Sorry, it's nothing...just school stuff," he finally replied after clearing his throat in embarrassment. "How is Yachi doing?"
"She's... still having trouble. But time heals all wounds!"
Daichi's mouth set in a hard line. "I'm sorry. if anyone's giving her a hard time around here-"
"No no!" Suga smiled and shook his hands out in front of him. "It's nothing to do with that. It's just...well...most Omegas have a shitty backstory. It's nothing new, really."
Suga's smile faded with the remark and his comforting scent quickly dissipated with it, curling into the clean air to disappear completely. Daichi felt a mournful pang radiate out from deep within his chest and a moment later, he was flooded by new Alpha instincts-- overwhelmed with the desire to feel the Omega's delicate frame against his own muscled figure. He wanted to reach out and pull Suga into his arms, gently kiss his pink lips, caress across the mole under the his eye, and trail a nose up the skin of the his delicate, pale neck. Daichi wanted nothing more than to wrap the boy in his own dominant scent to keep him safe. He didn't even know what exactly he wanted to keep Suga safe from...he just wanted to...protect him.
"You wanna go for a walk?" Suga offered up after a few moments and he was relieved to be pulled out of his pleasant, yet irritating thoughts.
"Yeah for sure," he replied, coughing slightly to clear his throat once more. "It's a nice evening."
Daichi~
Daichi and Suga walked side by side down the grey sidewalk of the residence district without touching, much to Daichi's instinctual irritation. The neighborhood was caked in a golden hue from the setting sun, and the colorful houses and expansive parks were overshadowed by large cherry blossom trees, swaying from the warm, evening breeze. He snuck looks at Suga every chance he got. He wanted to know more about the wise, silver boy...and to kill every person who had ever hurt him. Daichi knew that it was an Alpha driven thought, but he was slowly making peace with it-- he was keenly aware that it wasn't going to go away anytime soon.
There were very few people outside, most had made the walk back from campus hours ago. To that, he gave a silent thank you to the universe. If Alphas were walking about, he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep himself from growling at them-- from asserting his dominance over the small, silver Omega at his side.
"Can I ask you something?" He questioned, finally breaking the pleasant silence.
"Sure, shoot," Suga replied quietly, pulling his attention back from the floating pink blossoms wafting down in the breezy summer air.
"Well...what exactly happened with Yachi? And with your old residence? Kuroo said that some Alphas burned it down..."
"Ah," Suga murmured, nodding in understanding before stopping to look up at the crisp, cloudless sky.
Daichi admired the way the fragile boy looked when he was lost in thought, so much so that he didn't notice that the two of them had arrived at the waterfront park at the edge of the residence district.
Suga~
"Well...what exactly happened with Yachi? And with the house? Kuroo said that some Alphas burned it down..."
Suga stopped to ponder the question for a moment. It had been a week since they had moved into the yellow house and he had found himself almost trusting Daichi-- an Alpha. He had not completely trusted an Alpha since...well...it was unwise to trust them unless they were family...and even then...
But when it came to the dark haired captain, he couldn't seem to help himself. There was something about the man, perhaps his level head and mild sensibilities, that made Suga want to be scented by him-- a feeling which he was very, very wary of.
He felt Daichi's prying eyes and smelled the apprehension in the air. He knew that he had to give the captain some sort of explanation. He owed the patient man that much, at the very least.
"If I tell you, you have to keep it in confidence," he finally replied, glancing over to meet the captain's gaze without moving his head from its position, craned up at the sky.
"Of course."
"I'm not telling you the details either. It's Yachi's pain, not mine. I have my own demons to content with."
When Daichi tensed up at his statement, he furrowed his brows in confusion. Why? He thought to himself in question and licked his dry lips, was he angry that he didn't fully trust him?
"I understand," the brunette man asserted, nodding in understanding without breaking their eye contact.
The statement contained a small growl, rumbling around inside his throat with hot instinct. Suga could tell that the noise wasn't aggressive in nature, it was protective. He almost wished it that it was the former-- it would be easier for him to cope with. Aggression was easy...protection was complicated.
He ran a dainty hand through his silver locks and sighed. "I think you have a right to know because it could prove to be a ticking time bomb. Plus, you and I seem to be the, um, the leaders around here, so I think we should keep an eye on it."
"Okay, I'll keep in in confidence, I promise."
They sat down on a bench facing the calm ocean and Suga listened intently to the cackles of a pack of seagulls, playing in the sluggish waves on the sand. He did his best to project a tranquil scent, but it was difficult for him to do so whenever he vocalized such terrible Omega experiences.
"Yachi was dating an Alpha, a shit one named Chaki," he started, already aware that his scent was becoming strained from the recollection, but he pushed forward his explanation. "No one in our nest liked him. He was domineering...controlling...and Yachi frightens easily. He took advantage of her gentle nature. A lot of Alphas like to think we are docile, that we belong on our knees and only exist for sexual service, but they forget that we are people, too! Living, breathing, people!"
"I don't think like that."
Suga's breath caught in his throat and he snapped his gaze to the Alpha at his side. "W-what?"
"I don't think Omegas are meant to be docile. That's ridiculous...and outdated."
The abrupt and honest testimony from the captain caught Suga off guard. It wasn't that he had thought Daichi as unsympathetic to the Omega condition...just ignorant to it. It was just...he didn't expect the captain to vocalize his forward thinking thoughts so readily. A warm bubble of happiness pushed out from Suga's stomach and climbed up to his chest, enclosing itself around his beating heart. He couldn't stop himself from enjoying it, so he did. Flashing a sweet smile at the Alpha, he continued his story--this time, feeling more at ease to share the events.
"Anyways, Yachi started to come home with these bruises. I guess isn't unusual, it sort of comes with being an Omega, but Oikawa saw that they were deeper than one would expect from normal sexual relations. He didn't like it and he started telling her that she needed to stop seeing the asshole. He even said that he would kick Chaki's ass if he ever came by the house," he explained, finishing with a loud and genuine giggle.
Oikawa was a pain in the ass sometimes, but the snarky boy was an invaluable friend. He respected the chestnut Omega more than anyone else-- trusted him with his life, even. Plus, despite his stunning looks, Oikawa could kick some Alpha ass when the occasion called for it. Suga squashed his laughter, then shook his head and continued his unhappy recollection.
"Yachi didn't stop seeing Chaki, though. We all knew she wanted to leave him, but she was too frightened of what he would do," he trailed off with a deep, sad sigh. He inhaled resh air and Daichi's tense and angry scent sucked in with it. "We found out later that Chaki had threatened to kill us, the only family she really has left. She tried to pull away from him, but the more she tried, the more he hurt her....and threatened to hurt us, too. She started coming home with more than bruises. A broken arm...a few days later it was some broken ribs. Each time, the bites and scratch marks got deeper and deeper. The worse his abuses got, the more she retreated inside her own mind. It got so bad that she had to switch to online schooling. She was too fucking scared to even leave our house. We lost our little sunshine baby...and Oikawa was furious. I mean, I was furious, but he was worse. He's sort of, the Alpha of our group," he smiled at the thought and giggled again, this time covering his mouth with his slender hands. He shook his head in what could only be described as appreciation, once again finding himself overly grateful for the Oikawa's unwitting companionship.
"Sounds like Oikawa is a pretty good guy, eh?" Daichi interjected between Suga's chuckles, but the undertone of agitation remained present in his voice.
"Mmm, he is...invaluable. I mean, they all are," Suga replied, adjusting slightly on the hard bench. "So, one night, the night before the fire, Oikawa followed Chaki home from class. He kicked the shit out of the asshole...told him to stay away from Yachi and our nest. He even threatened to report him to the University, not like that would do anything, but still. None of it mattered, of course. The next night we woke up with our house burning, and Chaki and his Alpha dogs were on our front lawn hollering and screeching in...some sick sort of triumph..."
He took a moment to compose himself, grateful that Daichi didn't try to fill the silence with empty words. "I think Oikawa blames himself, for what happened," he whispered, looking down at his folded hands in his lap. "And I know for a fact that Yachi blames herself. The whole thing is a mess, really." He rolled his neck and looked out at the expansive ocean, he wanted the story to have a happy ending. "And now we're here with you guys," he finished, as cheerfully as he could manage in his current state of upset.
Daichi remained pensive, sitting next to him in a sort of stunned silence-- contemplating everything that was said.
"You'd better not have fallen asleep during my story, Daichi," Suga chirped after a few minutes, attempting to lighten the Alpha's tense scent.
"I didn't, I would never," came a deep, growling response that was deadly serious. "Never..."
"Good," Suga nodded with closed eyes and rose up from the bench.
He took a few steps forward and leaned forward on the cobblestone barrier separating the pathway from the beach below. Daichi remained seated, but he could feel the Alpha's chocolate eyes boring into his slender back from behind.
"Is that, common?" The captain finally asked with a slight tone of hesitation. "Shit like this? How often does it happen."
"Unfortunately, yes. Happens pretty often."
"Has it...happened to you?" Daichi pushed, voice suddenly laced with a dark, dangerous rumble from his throat.
It was the same tone that Suga had struggled with earlier-- protection. He turned around to face the captain and the look on the man's tanned face had his heart skipping beats. It was overly sympathetic and very, very angry. "The past is the past," he said quickly with a shrug, attempting to dissipate the wired situation. "No need to burden ourselves with it now."
He didn't want to think about the past any longer, it upset him, and for some strange reason, he didn't want Daichi to hear about it either. After mulling over the strange idea for a few moments, he settled on the notion that he didn't want to give the Alpha another reason to feel sympathy for him-- he could take care of himself just fine, he always had.
Daichi~
As the pair walked home, Daichi did his best to suppress his inner rage, but it was a white hot poker burning into the back of his neck, blurring his vision with crimson heat. He didn't know Yachi personally, she barely left the Omega's room at all, but she was so small and fragile. He hated the idea of anyone touching her against he will...anyone...like Chaki. But the thing that threatened to blind him with an onset of feral madness was his sudden realization that Suga had gone through the same, terrible things. The same vicious trials. The same violence. His beautiful and caring Suga. His. The word radiated out from his thoughts, pooling somewhere deep within his chest and he didn't have the heart to try and stop it. He wanted to protect this silver haired boy and ensure that no one would ever touch him. No one, but him.
"Why didn't you report that fucker to the University or the police?" He finally managed to ask after they had walked nearly the entire way back in a sort of bittersweet silence. "They should be in jail."
Suga laughed at his question, but it was nothing more than an attempt to hide his upset feelings. "Maybe you don't know, I mean, how could you? You are an Alpha, after all."
Daichi visibly shrunk away from the snickering tone of the word, Alpha. It was a nasty dagger to his heart.
"I'm sorry...that was rude of me," Suga corrected, looking over at him with an apologetic smile. "The justice system...isn't exactly on our side, that's all."
Daichi took some time to contemplate Japan's legal system. Brawling was so common that the government did very little to police Alpha-on-Alpha violence. Only when murder was involved were the police brought in, and even then, there were so many mitigating circumstances. If an Alpha killed another over the possession of an Omega, they were only arrested if a mated pair was involved in the conflict-- or if the Omega was under the age of eighteen. He even had a few friends from high school who were killed in a squabble over a neighborhood Omega that had gone into a premature heat. The police had ruled it as a legal incident, since no formal mating was involved nor the Omega's parental guardians.
In those few moments of silent reflection, he realized that, with all his knowledge on Alpha law, he knew almost nothing about the ones regarding Omegas. He glanced over at Suga and was met with a pair of unblinking, chocolate eyes. The two shared a brief gaze of understanding and he was grateful when the silver boy spoke up to explain the Omega situation. He didn't have the heart to ask-- too embarrassed of his lack of knowledge.
Through another classic Suga lecture, he learned that there were laws in place to prevent Alphas from attacking Omegas, but they were rarely enforced. The police, being made up mostly of Alphas, were even known to rape Omegas while they were on duty, and apparently, the Universities fared no better. Although, Suga did admit that the security staff on school days were somewhat effective in lowering the attack rates during class hours. The only organization that the silver boy seemed to trust was the Omega Protection Agency, or O.P.A, but the group was too small to handle the mass epidemic of Alpha violence. Moreover, it was hindered by the fact that their workers were nearly all Omegas and weak against the Alpha hierarchy. Even Omega hospitals had become so overrun that they had been forced to impose strict guidelines for their treatment. Only broken bones, injuries that wouldn't stop bleeding, or Omegas that had been unconscious for a certain period of time, were admitted.
The sudden barrage of information stunned Daichi, he had never known just how corrupt the system was and the unwanted realization made him very, very agitated. The two secondary genders shared this world, fifty-fifty, but in reality, things were much more complicated than he could have ever imagined.
Hajime~
Ten days. It had been ten days since the Omega flock had scented up the entire house with their frilly, fluffy scents and Hajime was growing irritated with it.
"You've sure warmed up to Nishinoya, eh, big guy?" Oikawa smirked up at Asahi's tall figure near the silver refrigerator, patting the bunned giant on the back. "He's a cute one, isn't he~~"
Asahi flinched away in response, allowing the contact to continue out of good will. "Shhh, would you be quiet?!"
Hajime was, once again, shocked that Asahi was an Alpha. He had only seen the giant fight once, and it was over some stupid Alpha girl back when they were in high school. Most of the time he was a big, soft teddy bear. Even Shittykawa, an Omega, was able to push the him around with ease.
"Oi, Hajime. Stop staring at me like you're gonna eat me~~" Oikawa teased, playfully sticking out a pink tongue.
Hajime rolled his eyes and inwardly cursed himself for getting caught staring. He couldn't help himself, he had never met an Omega like Oikawa before-- the boy made him curious. Granted, he hadn't met many Omegas in general. Most of his experience was from fucking them, or from seeing them drugged out of their minds and groped up at clubs. Oikawa would never allow something like that to happen to him, or to anyone in his nest. It was admirable...somewhat.
"I wasn't staring at you. You're in the way of the fridge," he lied with a snort and moved forward, trying to shuffle past the two boys in the way of his dinner.
"Liar, you were thinking about me~~" Came a response that made him stiffen with regret-- he had been, but not in the way the the chestnut fucker was implying.
"Stop being an idiot. Get out of my way," he stated as plainly as he could manage, then grabbed Oikawa's shoulder to gently shove him to the left, into the marble counter beside the fridge.
"Hajime!" Asahi pleaded in a worried tone and held up his hands in fear. "You're not supposed to touch them! Didn't you listen to Suga!?"
"Oh, would you go away you big lug," he huffed back and waved Asahi's giant hands out of his way. "You're so huge, there's no space to breath in here."
The bunned giant apologized profusely to Oikawa on his behalf before exiting the the blue kitchen to the front entryway. He wasn't lying when he had said that there was no space to breath in the kitchen-- Asahi's Alpha scent was masking Oikawa's fresh one-- a smell that he had to begrudgingly admit was rather pleasant.
His eyes widened at his internal admission and his body stiffened. "Oi, Shittykawa. Get out of here, too. Your scent is so stuffy," he mumbled to the chestnut boy at his side, covering his traitorous thoughts with a shallow, verbal lie.
"Fuck you! I smell wonderful!"
He did.
"No, you don't. It's like an old boot mixed with a rotting fish."
"How cruel!"
"You're exhausting."
Hajime hated that his insults bounced right off the chestnut boy. It was like tossing a bucket of oil against a tiled wall, nothing he said ever stuck. He sighed and pinched the brim of his nose, he didn't want to be around Oikawa's scent any longer than he had to be. It was obvious that Asahi had succumbed to Nishinoya's fragrance, and even Daichi had begun to show symptoms of thirst towards that silver one, Suga. However, he knew that he was a stronger man than both of them. He wouldn't cave as easily as his father had-- cheating on his Alpha spouse with his whore Omega mother.
"You're still in the way of the fridge, Shitty-"
A loud snarl erupted from the entryway, cutting their verbal spat short. From the tone, and the rushing scent, Hajime knew that it was Daichi.
"WHAT HAPPENED?"
Hajime was the first to move, egged on by his flared up instincts-- fellow...Alpha...angry...why. He burst into the yellow entryway, only to find Asahi snarling next their very enraged captain. According to his nose, no other Alphas, household members or otherwise, were present inside their home. Teammates...they must be still on campus, he thought out from his instinctual fog, just what on earth had his pack members so riled up?
Raking his gaze over the scene before him, he took note of Suga and Nishinoya standing in the doorway, both trembling, but doing their best not to show it. He scanned the room once more, looking for unfamiliar movement or scents, anything that could stand as the cause for the Omega upset, but found nothing. He let out a small sigh of relief and allowed his tense muscles to relax, but Daichi and Asahi maintained their bristling anger-- too overwhelmed by their feral nature to think clearly. He could tell that their hot fragrances were affecting the frightened Omegas standing before them. Idiots...didn't they listen to Suga's tedious lectures? Reign in your fucking scents, you punks.
"Daichi, Asahi, please calm down. You're upsetting Nishinoya," Suga pleaded with the bristling Alphas. Hajime could tell, by both smell and sight, that he was just as affected as his nestmate was. Thankfully, he was more in control of his emotions than the smaller Omega on his left. If he hadn't been, Hajime was certain that his captain would have flown into a full on fit of Alpha rage.
"Who did that to you," Dachi spat and took a large step forward, ignoring Suga's pleas. "What. Happened."
Hajime huffed quietly to himself and rolled his eyes. Daichi was large, and tougher than he looked-- he would be an absolute pain in the ass to physically handle, if it came to that.
"We just had an unlucky encounter. We're fine! It's just a few scrapes, nothing out of the ordinary," Suga rattled off, doing his best to project a sweet scent of calm that made Hajime's head spin. "Relax, everything is fine!"
"You. Are. Bleeding. From. Your. Forehead." Daichi barked out, balling up his fists in frustration. "Don't tell me that everything is fine!"
It was clear to everyone present that it was taking ever ounce of Dachi's willpower stop himself from scooping up Suga and barricading inside the safety of his room. Hajime chuckled under his breath at the ridiculous notion, he needed to ease the tension. He was too tired to handle a physical altercation with his surly captain.
"Oi Daichi-" He attempted to verbally intervene, but was hastily interrupted by Oikawa.
He swiveled his head on its axis, unable to hide the shock in his dark eyes. He hadn't even noticed the chestnut Omega's fragrance, or his presence, at all-- and the kid was standing right next to him. In an instant, his Alpha instincts flared up, throwing him off guard with their sudden, unexpected presence. They screeched out inside his skull, commanding him to protect Oikawa from whatever invisible threat his Alpha packmates were agitated with. With great effort, he shoved the unwanted feeling away, but remained vigilant and on guard next to the chestnut Omega. Try as he did, he couldn't seem bring his feet to move away, not even an inch.
"Daichi, sit down on the stairs and focus on dissipating your rage. It stinks and it's not helpful to the situation. There are clearly no attackers here," Oikawa hotly barked, pointing a long, delicate finger at the growling Alpha in question. "And Asahi, for christ's sakes, relax your posture. You're going to get a kink in your neck with all that tension and that would fuck you up for volleyball. Look, just stand over there," he continued in command, motioning to the turquoise couch in the living room on his left.
Hajime watched on in awe as both Alphas did exactly as the chestnut boy commanded. Impressive, he mused, flashing his usual, cocky smirk at the tough presence Oikawa exuded. After a moment, the Omega swiftly returned to his side, forcing him to, yet again, ignore the coy feeling of pleasure that slithered across his chest.
Oikawa leaned in close to his ear and whispered, the close proximity sending a shiver down his spine. "In case you're wondering...I separated the big boys so their rage wouldn't keep bouncing off each other. Oikawa helpful tip number one~~"
Hajime's chest flooded with liquid affection at the intimate dialogue. He sighed, unsure of if he wanted to punch the tall, slender boy, or thank him-- it was a good tip, after all.
"Now, Suga. Tell us what happened," Oikawa said in half-demand, leaning his back against the wall to cross his arms over his chest. "Put this whole thing to rest, shall we?"
As the Oikawa's sing song voice reached his ears, Hajime felt his mind devolve into an unfamiliar state of contentment. An oceanic scent washed over him, drowning him in its pleasant waves-- it was the strongest he had ever felt it. His vision blurred and soon, he felt an overwhelming urge to pull the chestnut Omega in an affectionate embrace...and scent him...mark the him with his own fragrance. Fuck no, how fucking irritating, he thought to himself with a stressed yawn, fuck off with the Alpha crap, body. He didn't even like the snarky guy as a person-- his cheeky personality was the bottom of the barrel. At that thought, Hajime made another attempt to step away from Oikawa's slender figure, anything to lessen the power of his irritating instincts, but he found his legs still frozen in place.
"We just had a bad run in with a couple of Alphas. Nishinoya hit them pretty good with the spray though!" Suga asserted as he rubbed the back of his silver head and smiled sweetly.
"PERFECT AIM, NISHINOOOOYYYAAA," the spitfire Omega shouted in turn, beaming with a wild grin that even had Hajime perking up with the eager energy.
"Daichi, satisfied with the information?" Oikawa turned to ask the irritated captain, cocking a knowing eyebrow. "You good?"
"No. But I'll deal with it," Daichi growled in reply from his position, pacing in front of the stairwell.
"Good. Asahi, satisfied? We all sorted here?"
"Fine," the giant barked back angrily, manipulating a couch pillow in his large hands to release his pent up frustration. "I'll deal."
"Good. Now, why don't you two go for a walk...separately," Oikawa said in light command, shuffling the two Alphas out of the front door. "Separately, separately~~"
Hajime chuckled in amusement at the affair-- apparently, it was not a suggestion.
"And don't come back until you're feeling refreshed and your instincts are reset!" The chestnut boy called across the porch to the grumbling men, then slammed the oak door shut behind them. "Suga, upstairs. You and Nishinoya need a scent reset. Don't argue pleaseeee."
"Yes sir!" Nishinoya saluted before bounding up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
"NISHINOYA, NOT IN THE NEST ROOM! YACHI, IT WOULD UPSET HER!" Suga cried out, hurrying to follow the spitfire up the stairs, albeit more elegantly than his eager nestmate.
Once Oikawa was certain the pair had made it to the third floor, he turned his attention to Hajime once more, leaning against the open archway to the blue walled kitchen.
"It seems like you and I are the only ones in the house who can manage their scents...and emotions...well enough in situations like this. At least, out of the people present here," he divulged, eyeing the Hajime down from a few feet away through narrow lids.
Hajime was shocked by the tone of admission, it was deadly serious, with not even a hint of his usual coy, playfulness. He had never heard Oikawa be anything other than a joker. In fact, he didn't even think it was possible.
"Yeah I guess..." He replied, shrugging his broad shoulders against the plaster. "Sure..."
"Omega emotions are heavily affected by Alpha rage. Even if it's protective. If Alpha rage and Omega fear go unchecked, they will just fuel into each other and make the situation worse. So, one side needs to be reset before that happens," Oikawa quickly rattled off before turning towards the stairs to join his flock. "So, do your best, Hajime!" He finished in his usual, lighthearted tone, flashing a lopsided grin over the railing of the stairs. "Don't let me down."
Hajime watched the Omega disappear, too stunned to move.
Don't let me down....
He wanted to tear out his traitorous, fluttering heart that the serious words brought forth. It wasn't the tense situation that had left his body frozen next to Oikawa's, nor the disgusting scent of Alpha rage and Omega fear that lingered from it, poisoning the air. It was Oikawa's assertive actions themselves and his resolute scent-- his ability to handle Alpha emotions with ease. Hajime had to admit that the chestnut boy was reliable in a pinch, there was no denying it after everything that had just happened. For a moment, he let his mind wander around the idea, then he sat down on the plush couch and clicked on the television. He was now painfully aware that he had met his match-- Oikawa had just as much measured control over his own scent and emotions as he did. It certainly wasn't an easy feat, it had taken Hajime years of patient practice and now, he was more in control of his instincts than most Alphas in general, including his teammates. He yawned loudly and cracked his neck to the side, once again, finding himself unhappily impressed with the annoying Omega.
As he lazily flipped through the channels, a sudden feeling struck him like a nasty and unwanted bolt of lightning. He felt...empty. He lightly sniffed the air and found no trace of a fresh ocean scent...he missed it.
Sugawara~
Suga was painting in the sun room on the third floor of the house, feeling at ease from the soothing, yellow walls. They reminded him of his grandmother's kitchen, and he needed that feeling after the events that had transpired earlier that day. Even though he pretended the opposite, the Alphas that had cornered him and Nishinoya had frightened him-- and things could have been much worse. They had caught a lucky break in getting away unscathed. Regardless of how panicked he had been, he was not about to give up even a speck of his personal freedom in his fear. He had a right to walk freely outside, undisturbed. He was a citizen. No Alpha was going to take that away from him. He pondered the notion for a few more moments before shaking the growing apprehension from his mind. He wouldn't be able to keep his paintbrush straight if he kept reliving the stupid event.
When a familiar scent washed over the room, he perked up at its mild, husky tones-- Daichi. The captain's fragrance was calmer than it had been earlier that afternoon, but he could tell that it was still laced with bits of chiseled anger. He plopped his brush in a glass of muddy looking water and swiveled around on his painting stool to face the dark Alpha.
"Hey, Daichi," he said, offering up a toothy smile to ease the Alpha's upset disposition. "What's up?"
"Suga..." The captain murmured, flicking his gaze between his floral painting and the hardwood floor.
"Daichi, don't be so serious and pensive," he ordered gently, waving a pale hand in front of his chest. "It doesn't suit you."
"You're all bandaged up?"
"Yeah, Omegas have lots of practice at it. Plus, we heal pretty darn fast! By tonight, I won't have a scratch on me."
"I hate that," Daichi grumbled and took a small step forward before stalling in place, leaving a few feet of distance between them. He took in a large breath and exhaled out his stress, unwittingly hitting Suga with an overpowering scent of...protection. Again? Really? His traitorous body welcomed it, but his mind certainly did not.
"Yeah, I hate it, too," he proclaimed, desiring to change the subject-- he could take care of himself. He didn't need an overeager Alpha to babysit him.
"No, I don't think you do understand. I don't even understand. This whole thing is just..." Daichi trailed off, eyes flickered up from the floor to meet his gaze.
Suga paused, waiting for the captain to finish his train of thought, but was only granted with a tense silence. He mulled over the words-- what didn't he understand? That Omegas were hurt on a daily basis? That Omegas could defend themselves without the help of Alphas? Well...somewhat anyways. He wanted to scrunch up his nose and flee the room to escape the captain's domineering scent. It held a similar tinge of emotion to his exboyfriend's scent, only Daichi's wasn't as...selfish. Selfish or not, the blanket of protection that it happily offered up rattled Suga to the core. He was not something to be owned.
Daichi~
"No, you don't understand. I don't even understand. This whole thing is just..." Daichi trailed off, unsure of how to vocalize his feelings.
He shook his head and met Suga's tense gaze. It had only been ten days since the silver Omega had entered his life, yet, he was beginning to feel as if he couldn't live without him. As the days increased in number, he was finding himself better able to smell Suga from greater distances. Even when he settled down in his own room, lying under his dark covers ready for sleep to take him, he could pick up on hints of the sugary fragrance-- and things had only grown worse after the afternoon's events. He had smelled Suga's distress from nearly half a block away and the very moment it had hit his waiting nostrils, he felt as if the entire world was crashing down around him. A dark and terrible dread flooded every fiber of his body, a dread unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he had no desire to go through it again.
"What is it that you don't understand?" Suga questioned sharply and then slightly winced at the hostile tone of his own voice. "Sorry...I just don't understand what you're getting at..."
Daichi was trying to put his thoughts to words, but he was just...so angry. When he finally saw Suga, and even Nishinoya, cross the yard towards the yellow house, his mind had snapped in two. He had figured that his instincts would calm when he saw the silver Omega safe, that was the logical conclusion. Instead, a slicing rage took over his body and mind-- a ferocious instinct that had commanded him to find, harm, and kill whoever or whatever had made the two Omegas so upset.
He had long since acknowledged his feelings for Suga, he couldn't deny it any longer, but Nishinoya? Why did he feel the same instincts, albeit to a lesser degree, about the other Omega? He and Asahi had talked through the events on the front porch after they had cooled down and, much to his surprise, they had both agreed that they had felt a shared instinct. An overbearing idea that had crippled their minds, commanding them to protect the pack...their pack...including the Omegas. It was a term that was pretty well unheard of, Alphas did not work well together when it came to Omegas, unless they had a familial bond. His instinct to protect the Omega of another Alpha, which Nishinoya practically was, had stumped them both.
"Have you ever heard of a sort of...pack mentality?" He finally asked, rolling his neck to loosen his screaming muscles. "I know it sounds strange..."
Suga furrowed his brows and gazed at him through narrow lids.
"Yeah...with wolves and other animals. I get the feeling that you're not talking about it in that sense...right?"
"No..." He murmured, splitting his attention between his torturous thoughts and their verbal conversation. "No, I don't mean it like that..."
"You mean...wait...are you saying that you felt that? This afternoon when Nishinoya and I..." The silver boy offered up before trailing off, perhaps aware that if he vocalized the event, it might set Daichi off again-- and he was right. "You felt...wait...pack meaning your Alpha pack...with my flock included?"
"Uh...yeah," Daichi revealed as he casually leaned back against the wall, planting his large hands in the front pockets of his dark jeans. "Both Asahi and I felt it, too. It's fucking weird. Alpha's don't...we don't share a mutual protection for Omegas. It was...I don't know, weird. Just weird."
Suga stood up from his wooden bench and took a large, sweeping step forward-- hazel eyes shining with curiosity. "You mean- what do you mean?! What did you feel?!" He hastily asked and Daichi felt his face flush with pink embarrassment-- desiring the Omega's attention, yet wanting to shrink back into the hallway away from it.
"When we saw that you were both hurt, our instincts were to protect both of you, like you were our own. The thing is...it didn't matter which of you was injured. The instinct was the same for both of us..."
The last part of the statement was a lie, he had been more concerned with Sugas safety than Nishinoya's, but he didn't want to scare the silver Omega off-- he was well-aware that Suga was wary of his protective scent, even if he didn't really understand the reason why.
"Really?!" The silver Omega exclaimed, vibrating with joyous anticipation. "Daichi! Do you know what this means?!"
"Uh, no. That's kind of why I'm asking you about it," Daichi replied with a meek laugh, shyly rubbing the back of his head. "So I could get a bit of insight..."
"It means-" Suga began, but abruptly stopped mid sentence and lost himself to what Daichi had recently learned was mindful contemplation. "It means that I need to do some research," he loudly proclaimed before waltzing right past into the hallway, leaving a trail of sugary sweetness hanging in the air.
Daichi had no idea how or what the curious Omega was going to research, but he was excited to hear about it. He watched the silver boy trounce down the corridor and round the corner to the stairwell before checking his black wrist watch. Whatever the beauty was off to find, had to wait. He had volleyball practice.
Sugawara~
As Suga walked into the entryway of the yellow house, he noticed Asahi sitting on the turquoise coach with a very irritated Nishinoya in his lap. The gentle giant had his arms wrapped tightly around the tiny Omega and was grazing his colored hair along the scent glands in his neck. Well, it's about time, Suga mused with a coy smirk, putting his worries over the pairing to rest-- although Nishinoya looked agitated, the happy fragrance he was releasing told him that it was a mutual affair.
"Asahi, you think you've done that enough? It's been an hour. You're missing your damn volleyball practice!" Nishinoya whined and halfheartedly tried to struggle out of the giant's grasp. Asahi let out a quiet tsk and shook his head, indicating that he wasn't planning on releasing the Omega any time soon. "Oh, come on!"
"I don't care. Hajime is skipping, too, and you aren't giving him the business," the giant mumbled into his squirming partner's brunette crown.
"Hajime is skipping because he's a delinquent. You're skipping because you're a big softy! It's an entirely different situation!" Nishinoya retorted back, huffing out a puff of air in frustration. "You need to be constantly honing your volleyball skills if you're going to make it big! Constantly. Honing."
"Oi, Suga. Where are you going?" Yamaguchi called out from the dining room, noticing Suga's quiet movements near the front door.
Suga tugged on a black converse, stumbling slightly on one foot before yelling back his reply. "I'm going to the library. Found out some cool stuff that I need to research!"
"Ya got your spray?" Nishinoya called out to make his voice heard over Asahi's large figure, blocking his line of sight.
Suga laughed at the audacious question, a full on gut busting laugh. "This, coming from you?! You forget yours all the time! It was dumb luck you had it this afternoon when we were cornered!"
At his statement, Asahi let out a guttural growl, alerting everyone to his displeasure of the event, and Suga smelled Nishinoya's tranquil scent increase in response. He inwardly smiled, overjoyed that his little spitfire had nailed down such a kind, considerate Alpha.
It wasn't his cup of tea, but hey, good on the little nestmate.
"What time will you be back, Sugaaaa~~" Oikawa added his voice to the fray from the blue kitchen. "Don't stay out too late pleaseeeee!"
"Let's say, 8:00 pm?"
"Always know what time your Omega friends will be returning! Keep track of their movements to better protect them! Helpful Oikawa tip number six~~" He heard his chestnut nestmate sing to, what he could only imagine was a very annoyed, yet amused, Hajime.
He forced on his second shoe and adjusted the leather strap of his bag across his chest. He was losing daylight hours, he had to get going before he got reeled into another conversation. "See ya in a few hours!" He shouted, to no one in particular, before exiting the lively house.
As he walked down the long and familiar block towards the main campus, he ran into a tired looking Keiji with a bouncing Shoyo at his side.
"Suga, where are you going?" Keiji paused on the pavement to ask, cocking a dark brow in question. "It's late you know..."
"I know...I'm just going to the library. I need to look up a few things. I'm not going to stay out that long."
"I hate that place, it's so stuffy! There needs to be a treadmill or, at least more sunlight!" Shoyo chimed in, and Suga chuckled at the state of his ginger hair-- always a bedhead.
"Be careful. I don't like that you and Oikawa walk around by yourselves. I know you both have a stupid freedom complex, but you should at least take your own advice and travel in groups of two," Keiji stated plainly, careful to not let any of his anxiety spill over into the words.
Suga blushed at the chastising remark and shuffled his feet over the pavement. "I know, but the Alphas are all at volleyball practice and I don't want to drag any of the flock out. It's only a fifteen minute walk, and it's still light out. I'll be fine!"
"You got your spray and phone on you?" Keiji questioned, slightly shaking his head in defeat. "Text me when you're there and when you leave."
"Yes," Suga laughed in response-- at least his motherly nagging wasn't going unheeded.
Keiji huffed, then resumed his walk home. "Okay, see you soon, then."
***
Suga puffed out a massive amount of air and leaned back in his desk chair, groaning in frustration. He had practically found nothing on the strange pack mentality Daichi had mentioned earlier. Well, almost nothing. He did come across an old journal study from the seventies and he checked it out of the library archives for further research.The thing was over sixty pages long and packed full of unnecessary information, but he was certain that there was something of value inside-- and he was grasping at straws at this point. He sighed again, and glanced down at the clock on his phone. 7:30pm. He needed to get going.
Packing up his things from the oak desk, he gingerly placed the checked out study inside his leather bag and buttoned it shut-- eternally grateful that Miyo had found the funds to purchase new school items for his Omega flock after they had been lost in the fire.
As he exited the library doors and entered the brisk night air, he was shocked to find that the sky was already darkening. The days are getting shorter, he mused, summer was coming to an end.
He was nearly at the edge of the formal campus when he ran into trouble-- trouble in the form of three, large, beefy, and terrifying Alphas. Just walk by them and don't make eye contact, he thought calmly to himself, shoving away a sudden wave of anxiety that rushed down to his scrunched toes. He reached into his leather bag and grasped at his Alpha spray to reassure himself, then focused all of his energy on reigning in his scent as much as possible.
"Oi, pretty boy!" One the the Alphas, a ginger, called in his direction. "What are you up to this fine evening?"
Suga averted his gaze, picked up his pace, and ignored the question. Just keep walking, just keep walking.
"Hey, don't ignore me, you Omega slut," the ginger yelled again, this time with more force. "I'm talking to you."
Suga briefly glanced towards the domineering pack, feeling an urge to run when he saw them walking swiftly towards him. He attempted to pick up his pace, opting for a panicked jog, but was quickly overrun. An Alpha, this one shorter with black hair, grabbed him by the back of his shirt and pulled hard, bringing him unwillingly into the tangles of their group. He scrunched up his nose when their overbearing scents hit his senses at full force-- an unpleasant mix of alcohol and shameless desire.
The ginger Alpha grabbed his arms and pushed his small body up against the brick of the Humanities Building with ease. He did his best to stay his shaking body, but the situation had him very frightened-- something that greatly irritated his conscious morals.
"You are very pretty, my little puppy. And you smell sooooo nice," his captor hissed, holding under his chin with enough force to bruise.
When the man brushed an ugly nose against Suga's neck and along his scent glands, a soft whimper slip from his quivering lips.
"I'm fucking him first! You guys can have the leftovers," the ginger growled, his grinning face inches from Suga's disgusted one. "There's plenty of him to go around..."
The remaining two Alphas stiffened, angry with the arrangement, but compliant.
"Do not touch me. I do not consent," Suga spat back into his attacker's face, jerking his body in an attempt to free himself from the harsh grasp. "Let the fuck go."
"Good. I wasn't sure if you had any fight in you...you're so angelic looking I thought you'd just lie back and take it. I like it better when they struggle."
Suga shivered at the disgusting statement and the Alpha smirked at his fearful scent. He grabbed Suga's bag, harshly ripped it across his body, and threw it to the dark pavement. It contents scattered across the ground, the spray with it-- his lifeline. He cursed himself for not attacking them sooner. Oikawa would have, his nestmate wouldn't have given them a chance to gain the upper hand, but he had just allowed them to take him with relative ease. At that fleeting thought, he kicked out, fighting with all his might for his release, but he proved no match for the strength of his fit attacker. It was already too late for action.
The ginger sucker punched his lower abdomen to stay his legs, then forcibly pinned his delicate arms above his silver head, against the sharp brick. He narrowed his eyes, staring down his attacker with a cutting gaze but the Alpha chuckled at his anger, then planted a harsh slap on his pale face and licked along the scent glands in his neck. He whined at the unwanted touch, releasing a heavy musk of fear from his quivering body and his captor pulled away to lightly sniff the air.
"I love that smell," he whispered hotly in Suga's ear before reaching under his shirt to pull it over his silver head with aggressive force.
Suga struggled more, calling out for help, only to be met with another harsh slap and a clamped hand on his lips.
"Shut up. I'll make you feel good, baby, I promise. Omega sluts like you always love my knot," the Alpha cooed in a gentle tone that made Suga's stomach pulse with twisted nausea.
He pushed down his urge to vomit and continued his struggles, using all of the remaining energy he had left to try and struggle free. When his attacker took his pink nipple in his mouth and bit down, drawing crimson blood, Suga cried out through his muffled mouth. The aggressive foreplay did not last long, and soon, he was shoved down with his knees on the hard pavement. His body seized in panic when he felt his jeans being roughly torn down his slender, hairless legs. After a few moments of frozen terror, he snapped back, kicking and writhing around on the ground, scratching his exposed skin on loose pieces of gravel. Fighting tooth and nail for freedom.
"Struggle more. It makes my knot hard," the ginger Alpha whispered in his face, his large hand still clamped down hard on Suga's screaming mouth. "You're going to take all of me and you're going to love it."
Suga did exactly that. Even when he felt a thick finger prod into his most private area, even when his attackers hand was removed and a large cock took its place, even when he was certain he would be violated in the worst possible way, he fought.
Daichi and Kuroo~
Daichi and his team piled into the entryway, greeted with the mouth watering smell of a home cooked meal and pleasant Omega fragrances. When the other Alphas let out hollers of excitement, he remained quiet-- Suga's scent was missing.
"Where is Suga?" He asked to no one in particular, feeling the all too familiar panic set in once more. "Did he go out?"
"He should be back any minute," came a reply from the normally shy Yamaguchi. "He went to the library..."
A small smile played across Daichi's lips, happy to see the freckled Omega slowly coming out of his shell, but his frantic anxiety returned mere moments later. He'll be back soon, he internally repeated in mantra, doing his best to believe the words. He's probably a few blocks away.
"Is that dinner for us!?" Tanaka yelled into the blue kitchen, beaming with energy. "There's so muuuuuch! So. Much. Food."
"It's for everyone, but yes. We decided to make it as a thank you for your kindness," Keiji replied with a lazy yawn, wiggling his eyebrows at the bald Alpha from his position near the sink.
"Hey! Don't expect this to be a regular thing! We aren't housewives~~" Oikawa preached, peaking a head out from the kitchen to ensure that everyone heard his important declaration.
"Kenma, how come to don't cook me dinner? I'm always the one cooking for you!" Kuroo whined down at his mate, who flashed a cheeky smirk in return. "You never treat me to anything like this!"
"I would poison you with my food. I can't cook. Don't be dumb," the cat-like Omega replied nonchalantly with a shrug of his narrow shoulders.
Every single Alpha was beaming at the smell of a hot meal. Even Tsukishima and Tobio had smirks plastered on their normally pensive faces. Everyone softened up around food, even Alphas, Daichi mused, trying to shift his attention from Suga's absence. Still, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. It wasn't until a few minutes later, when Asahi put a large hand on his shoulder to interrupt his subconscious pacing in the entryway, that he realized what his instincts were telling him. He shot his teammate a frantic look and the bunned giant understood his tumultuous thoughts in an instant. The pair burst out the front door, leaving it wide open behind their sprinting figures. Seconds later, Hajime and Oikawa followed in kind.
"What's gotten into them?" Tanaka asked through a mouth full of rice, brows furrowed in confusion. "There's...food...here..."
Kuroo frowned as an unfamiliar instinct rose up inside his chest. Protect the...pack? The feeling was minute, but its message was as clear as day. He shivered as the instinct walled itself in around his heart, settling in for a long stay. Glancing over the other Alphas in the room, he quickly reached a common understanding with most of them. They all had felt a similar twinge of the feeling.
Hajime~
When the group finally reached the Humanities Building, Daichi was the first of them to jump in attack. He released a guttural roar and yanked a stocky, ginger Alpha off a dazed Suga, huddled on the sharp asphalt. Asahi was quick to move and engage the lesser two Alphas, bowling into one with great speed, viciously bashing into his whimpering face-- bloodying his knuckles on the broken skin. Hajime made his own move to lurch forward at the remaining Alpha, but was quickly shoved out of the way by Oikawa. He watched on, stunned in place, as the Omega grabbed the last Alpha by the collar and threw him to the ground in one swift, almost professional, motion. For a brief moment, he felt an instinctual need to defend the chestnut boy, but decided against it when he smelled Daichi's rampant frustration-- his Alpha friend was torn between butchering his opponent to death and retrieving Suga.
He made the decision for his captain, running forward and kicking into the ginger Alpha's chest with a force that would wind him. Then, he piled on top of his new opponent, striking blows to the unprotected face. "Take. Suga. Safety." He managed to sputter out in between his attacks, his instincts making his words choppy and commanding. "Go. Now."
Daichi took a mere moment to comply and quickly wrapped the near-unconscious Suga in his black sweater, jogging off towards the residence district. The three remaining house members nearly beat the bloodied Alphas to death, but Oikawa stepped in to pull Hajime and Asahi off of their now limp opponents.
"They're not worth it. Let's go, we've accomplished what we needed," he declared, liquid anger laced into the tone of his voice.
Hajime knew that the chestnut boy wanted to kill the Alphas just as much as he did, but unlike he and Asahi, the wise Omega had enough sense to stop the fight.
Leaving their damaged opponents behind on the pavement, the three hurried to follow the direction of Daichi and Suga towards the yellow house, and it was not long before they found the pair a few blocks away.
"Wait here. I will clear everyone out of the main area. Suga deserves to keep some dignity," Oikawa spat out before jogging off towards the yellow house.
Hajime subconsciously followed behind, driven by the now familiar, instinctive feeling he was seeing more and more of. This time, he was too tired to shove it away, so he allowed it to move his body after the chestnut Omega. After everything that had happened, he was starting to feel a conscious need to keep an eye on the slender boy, and that was exactly what he was going to do-- if only for the night.
After a few minutes, Oikawa had cleared the main floor and the remaining housemates entered the yellow safe house. Daichi's throat was in a constant rumble and he beelined straight up the stairs towards his room, with the frail Suga in his bloodied arms.
"All clear!" Oikawa yelled once he heard the door of Daichi's room slam shut, echoing down the stairs.
Nishinoya bounded down into the entryway, bowling into Asahi. "You're hurt! Where's Suga?" He cried, hurrying to get a warm washcloth to wipe the blood off of Asahi's mostly undamaged face.
The other housemates followed suit, quickly filling the main floor with their anxious chatter. Soon, Hajime could smell the Omega's anxious tension brewing in the air, blanketed by a strong Alpha scent of protection. Maybe, he pondered with furrowed brows, the other Alphas were feeling this strange protect the pact instinct he had felt before bolting after Daichi into the night.
As the main floor filled with questions of Suga and the events, Oikawa did his best to answer truthfully while also keeping Suga's dignity in tact. After nearly an hour, things at long last died down and Hajime found himself sitting next to the chestnut Omega on the living room couch, subconsciously enjoying the fresh, ocean scent. He snuck a glance at the boy and noticed that his chocolate eyes were darker than usual, heavy with emotional exhaustion. Hajime didn't like it-- it didn't suit the perky Omega. While he would never admit it out loud, he admired Oikawa's resolve during the fight, and he was even more impressed when he managed to beat the absolute lights out of one of them.
Admiration...the word he kept coming back to, when he thought of the snarky boy.
He rolled his head back over the edges of the coach to glance at Asahi and Nishinoya in the dining area. They were giving off a rather pleasant scent-- Nishinoya was perched in the bunned man's lap, purring into his neck with affection. He lolled his head back to Oikawa and allowed himself to wonder, if only for a moment, what it would be like.
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