Untitled Part 20
Part Three: Difficult Truths
Chapter Twenty: Limitless Omega
Ukai~
Kuroo had startled Ukai from sleep the with a distressed phone call about an injured Omega, pleading for him to drive to the hospital. As soon as he heard the words injured and Omega, he instantly called Miyo. He relayed the rooster's message on his way to the yellow house, telling her to pull around the back where he would meet her-- after he figured out just what the fuck was going on.
When he at last arrived a few minutes later, a heavy, domineering smell permeated into the air conditioned confines of his car. He keeled forward towards his steering wheel, erupting into a fit of heavy coughs at its confusing intensity. He pulled up next to the curb and hesitantly ventured another sniff after he had composed himself-- there was an immense amount of fear, an even larger amount of rage, and a strange fragrance he couldn't quite place. Protect...something. Pack? He shook his head, filing away the strange scent for later contemplation, and raked his gaze over the residence. Tsukishima and Tobio were aggressively arguing near the porch. Their spat was much too close to devolving into a physical altercation for his tastes.
"HEY!" He shouted, cranking down the manual window on his driver's side. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
The two boys ignored his calls and continued their verbal spat with vigor. Ukai hurried out of his car and slammed the door behind him, not even bothering to roll up his open window.
"HEY. TSUKI LET GO OF TOBIO. NOW!" He yelled once more as he strode briskly towards them, his broad shoulders pulled back as a show of dominance.
Tsukishima grabbed the setter by the front of his white shirt and eyed him down with furious intensity, plainly unaware of their coach's presence.
Ukai's throat began to rumble in irritation, he had made it abundantly clear to his Alpha team that he did not condone physical violence-- something most coaches either ignored, or in some cases, pushed for. Alphas will be Alphas...what a ridiculous excuse.
As he neared the two bickering boys, a rusty smell coiled into his nostrils, alerting him to their fresh injuries. The right side of Tsukishima's face was badly swollen, most of the pale skin on his face was crusted blood, and his broken glasses were resting atop his unusually disheveled hair. Tobio fared no better, in fact, he seemed to be in worse shape. The kid had a wicked gash that ran, from what Ukai could tell, down the entire length of his left arm, and his right eye was swollen shut-- its bruised crevices caked with dirt. If that wasn't enough, a deep laceration slithered across his forehead, still bleeding down his face onto his white shirt.
"I said," Ukai shouted again, yanking the arguing pair apart by the back of their shirts. "THAT'S ENOUGH! WHAT the FUCK is going on here?!"
"We were attacked," Tobio snarled back in response, shoving off his loose hold. "Alphas."
By his frenzied scent and dark, glassy eyes, Ukai could tell that his setter did not have a full control over his instincts. He sniffed the air, hurrying to sift through the various scents it held-- none of his Alphas were. Great.
"By who?" He questioned, growing more confused with each passing second. "Students? Did you know them?"
How had the air become so concentrated? In his younger days, his nose would have been all but useless from the stifling mess...
"Fucking shithead Alphas," Tsukishima growled, methodically adjusting his dirty, black jacket against his bristling shoulders. "They knew the Omegas."
If his emotionless middle blocker was upset, then the altercation must have been bad. Really bad.
"Where are they," he barked at once, wanting to ensure that the threats had been properly dealt with.
"Three ran off. We piled two over there," Tobio responded plainly, jerking his head off to the side in indication.
Ukai glanced to his left at two limp figures, splayed out on the grass under the oak tree. He did a brisk, mental count-- he had smelled seven unfamiliar Alphas in total, not two.
"Where are the other ones," he snapped, snarling as a sudden bitter anger washed over him.
He couldn't snap off the instinctual sound before it escaped his throat. Nobody messed with his Alphas. Nobody.
Tobio gave him a brief, perplexed look, then burst into a full sprint towards the yellow house, with Tsukishima following close behind. Ukai ground his teeth together and followed suit, but stalled on the broken front porch at the sight of two frightened Omegas. Upon noticing his Alpha scent, the ginger boy clamored to his feet, guarding the seated freckled boy behind him.
"Who are you?!" He shouted out, his small frame quivering in fright. "Don't you dare come one step closer!"
Ukai felt a pang of sympathy shoot through his chest when the Omega's anxious scent hit his awaiting nostrils. The kid sported a large, crimson bruise on the edge of his hairline that clearly needed stitches, but neither of them retained the injuries that Kuroo had described. He reigned in his scent and calmed what little remained-- he needed the upset Omegas to understand that he was friendly.
"I mean no harm," he replied with a smile, waving his hands out in front of him. "I'm the house advisor, well, the Alpha house advisor...and the volleyball coach."
He watched on with curiosity as the ginger Omega hesitantly sniffed the air, then visibly relaxed.
"What happened to your head?" He softly continued in question, taking a tentative step towards the boy.
"Stupid Morio bashed it into the porch railing. See?" The ginger hotly remarked, pointing at a patch of dried blood on the white, wooden railing next to him.
Ukai clenched his fists, snapping off another instinctual flare up at the crimson sight. Who the fuck hurt this Omega? Who the fuck had the audacity to walk onto the team's property, and injure its inhabitants? He shook his head and stifled a deep, throaty growl-- the unanswered questions just kept piling up.
"The kid behind you..." He asked once more, furrowing his brows in sympathy. Most of the fear emanating out from the porch was rolling off of the seated Omega, not the ginger. "Is he okay?"
The orange Omega's sharp eyes softened at the concern in his words. He turned around, moved in close to the freckled boy behind him, and whispered something, then nodded his head in understanding. As Ukai watched the interaction, he was suddenly struck by a tranquil fragrance, much like a crisp, clean summer breeze. It was...the ginger kid's...using it to calm the seated Omega. Smart.
Although the pleasant scent beckoned him closer, masking the horrid, condensed scent around the yellow house, he didn't dare move from his position. Miyo had given him more than enough lessons on Omega behavior that he knew better. One of her most repeated lectures emphasized that unfamiliar Alphas, like him, should never approach upset Omegas. While their intentions may be good, which his were, their domineering scent would only further agitate the heightened emotions.
"He's...uh...he's fine," the ginger boy replied at last, turning to face the Ukai once more. "I'm pretty sure his arm is broken but...we'll talk to Suga and figure something out. Don't worry about it, please."
Suga...the silver haired boy that he had met a few weeks earlier. The anointed mother of the flock, where was he?
"Okay..." Ukai replied, unconvinced that things were truly okay.
Both of the small boys clearly needed medical attention, however, he needed to evaluate the remaining house members first. Where was the injured Omega? The one that Kuroo had been so frantic about?
"I think I'm not the only one who would prefer it if you two came into the house..." He gently pointed out, trying to coax that pair into a safer position.
His riled up instincts were rather unhappy at the prospect of leaving the two Omegas out in the open, especially without an Alpha to keep guard.
"No," the ginger boy retorted back with unchecked conviction. "The smell in there is too strong for Yamaguchi to handle right now. We'll be fine out here."
Ukai sighed in defeat, there were more pertinent issues and, while injured, the two boys were well enough to not prioritize. "Alright, but please don't leave the porch...okay?"
"Yup, no problem."
The instant he tracked down Tobio or Tsukishima, he was going to send their shitty asses outside to defend the kids. By scent alone, he could tell that his two most forlorn volleyball players had vested interests in the injured Omegas before him-- over the last few weeks, he had smelled their familiar scents all over the two teammates during practices. He sighed and ran a large hand through his blonde hair...they were idiots for leaving their Omegas exposed on the porch. Millennials.
He graced the pair with one last glance before turning to walk into the open door of the yellow house. Before he had a chance to even sniff the air, his eyes locked in on Daichi's tense form, pinning Asahi aggressively against the living room wall. In an instant, he yanked his captain back from the snarling giant and held the two apart with mature strength.
"What the fuck is going on," he snapped as Daichi roughly struggled out of his grasp.
"Asahi is fucking freaking out. He punched a fucking hole in the wall," the captain snarled in response, his unchecked scent alerting Ukai that he was in control of his primal instincts-- albeit barely clinging to sanity.
Asahi was the problem here? Asahi? Gentle giant Asahi?
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the bunned Alpha move to step forward in attack, but Daichi swiftly lunged forward, pinning his large form against the damaged plaster once more.
"CALM DOWN," the dark captain roared out, receiving a throaty growl of unrelenting hostility in return. "Nishinoya is fine. Your scent will only upset him right now. Fucking relax."
Ukai remained stalled in place, suddenly unsure of what to do. He had never seen the gentle giant aggravated. Come to think of it, he had never seen Tsukishima or Tobio in such frenzied states of anger either...even at each other. He had definitely misjudged the situation, things weren't just bad, they were fucking terrible. His team was unwittingly at each other's throats.
"Coach," Daichi growled over his shoulder, pushing Asahi harder against the wall to stay him in place. "There are a bunch of people in the backyard that need you."
Ukai wasn't one to comply to the commands of younger Alphas, but he respected his team captain well enough to know that the boy meant no offense by the commanding remark. He nodded, trusting Daichi with the feral ace, and strode through the dining room to the open back door.
Upon entering the yard, his body was nearly blown back from sensory overload-- the smell itself was overwhelming, but visually, there were so many things that required his attention. On the porch to his left, Suga, and another Omega he didn't recognize, were crouched over a very injured, unconscious boy. He could smell their mixed scents, pooling around them in a worried tranquility, that they were panicked by the rough state of their friend. Across the yard, Bokuto was holding Hajime against the damaged back fence, snarling into his face, while Kuroo yelled out aggressively from behind. At the edge of the veranda, Yuji was hunched over in the grass, his bristling figure on the verge of attacking Tanaka-- placed firmly between him and the house. Finally, on his right, Tobio and Tsukishima had renewed their vicious argument-- their spat having something to do with the injured Omegas out front and their earlier altercation with the intruders.
Ukai decided he would start with the most apparent issue, the very injured Omega that he was certain Kuroo was referring to. He quickly strode towards the kneeling boys, calming his upset scent as he neared them. Upon smelling his approach, the short haired Omega jumped up on shaky legs, ready to attack. Ukai stopped, doing his best to put forth a friendly, non-evasive scent, but the aggressive fragrances pooling off the young members of his team made it difficult, even for him. Much to his relief, Suga rose to his feet and placed a knowing hand on the defending Omega's shoulder, nodding his silver head in affirmation.
"He's a friend."
Ukai smiled in response, then took a step forward, rattling off a jolty explanation.
"Miyo is coming. We're taking that Omega to the hospital the moment she arrives. No. Fuck it, anyone who has a scratch on them is coming to the hospital. Everyone."
Thank you..." The silver haired boy replied quietly to his explanation, unable to hide the quivering from his voice.
There were so many injuries on both the Alphas and Omegas, Ukai's throat began to rumble out in frustration at the circumstances, he hated it. Was this how things were going to be? Now that they had opened their doors to Omegas? Was this how the Alphas were raised to think? That they could take whatever they wanted, with no regard for their own humanity? For the humanity of Omegas? It was sickening.
Suddenly, Suga's tranquil scent wafted to him, washing over his growing anger with its sweet, chocolate fragrance. He allowed himself to momentarily bask in it, drowning out the upset of the yard and his unrelenting thoughts with its calm nature.
Miyo will be here soon, just hold on, boys, he thought to himself as sharp pang of sympathy shot through his gut. The chestnut haired Omega was...very injured...and there was nothing he could do. He knew how to handle Alphas...Miyo knew Omegas.
"I'm going to sort out all the fuckheads in the yard," he asserted, jerking a thumb over his shoulder. "I know that you guys have way more medical experience than I do. Keep the kid safe for a few minutes, okay? Miyo will be here soon."
It was the truth, Omegas were much better at both identifying and tending to wounds-- something they had gained through personal experience. He had never given it much thought, until he had met Miyo and her makeshift nest. After that, his entire worldview had shifted. Suddenly, he was personally involved with Omegas and he could no longer remain blind to the unfair state of society.
"Of course. We'll handle things here, Professor," Suga responded with a brief nod, then shuffled back down on his haunches, wiping a cool cloth on the lifeless Omega before him.
Ukai was not a spiritual man, but in that moment, he prayed to whatever god would listen-- hoping that the damaged Omega would come out of the ordeal alive and well.
Turning on his heels, he moved to face his two arguing teammates on the other side of the porch. If Miyo was the expert on Omega affairs, he could, at the very least, use his expertise on Alphas to gain control over the his unruly team.
In a few long strides, he reached out with large hands and harshly grabbed both boys by the back of their shirts.
"Your Omegas are alone on the front porch. Alone. With no fucking backup!" He barked, shoving the pair towards the house as he did so. "Use your fucking brains!"
At his harsh words, Tobio and Tsukishima dropped their heated argument and pushed through the back door in a flurry of stressed growls. Good, now he didn't have to worry about the Omegas out front...so long as the knuckle heads could bury the hatchet for a while.
Satisfied that the two boys were not coming back, he quickly sniffed the air, reassessing the remaining Alphas in the backyard. Two down, four to go. He was already growing exhausted from the internal squabbles between the members of his team-- they should have been united after the attack, not in disarray. Young Alphas, he thought to himself with indignation, too bent out of shape by their emotions to handle themselves like responsible adults.
Glancing out into the yard, he visually confirmed what his nose had hypothesized. It was something he had initially disregarded in disbelief-- Tanaka was the only Alpha fully in control of his instincts. Tanaka. The mouthy spiker that was always quick to anger.
"Oi!" He shouted out as he jogged towards to the bald Alpha ahead of him. "What the fuck is going-"
Before he could spit out the question, an intensely hostile snarl snapped into the air, cutting his words short. He raked his gaze over to its source, eyes taking in the hunched figure of Yuji, baring white teeth in his direction.
Oh HELL no. The kid had balls, challenging a more experienced Alpha...no wonder his teammates called him scrappy.
When the blonde Alpha made a subtle movement, aiming to lunge forward, Ukai beat him to the punch. He leapt at the pierced boy and rolled him down into the dewy grass with experienced agility.
"Calm. Down," he growled into Yuji's snarling face beneath him, unleashing his domineering scent in its entirety. "Calm. The. Fuck. Down."
"Let. Me. Into. The. House!" The blonde roared back, pushing out an intense dominance that nearly made him keel over in concession.
"He wants to get into the fucking house to see Yachi," Tanaka barked out in explanation from his guarded position behind Ukai. "But, he's too fucked right now. He's being a feral asshole because of the shitty air out here."
Tanaka was absolutely correct, Yuji was too fucked-- he would only upset the Omegas with his putrid, feral scent. He needed to stay far away from them.
"What's wrong with Yachi?" Ukai growled over his broad shoulder, shifting his weight to better pin the struggling boy beneath him.
The scrappy Alpha may overtake his dominance in the future, but he still had the upper hand...for now.
"Broken ribs. Head trauma. The FUCKING usual," Tanaka snarled in response, bristling with renewed anger.
Ukai sighed, adjusting his legs to prevent Yuji from kicking him in the balls. Just how common were injuries in this house? Obviously, his boys were not reporting everything to him. He was going to have a little chat with them about it...after he managed to control the spiraling situation around him.
Suddenly, a series of hostile roars erupted out from his left, pulling his attention from the pinned boy beneath him. He snapped his neck towards the source-- Hajime had tackled Bokuto into the damaged back fence and Kuroo swiftly moved forward to intervene, physically trying to pull his feral teammates apart.
In an instant, a hard elbow made contact with his cheek, blowing him back with intense force. In the brief moment it had taken him to compose himself from the attack, Tanaka had lunged forward and tackled Yuji's upset form back into the grass. The pair scuffled about, wrestling for control, until the bald Alpha persevered, sitting his full weight on his teammate's lean chest to hold him in place.
Ukai rose to his feet and rolled his jaw-- the little fucker had sucker punched him. Hajime...Bokuto...Yuji...Asahi and Daichi in the house...how was he supposed to calm down so many feral Alphas? He had expected a few bumps and bruises, not the bloodbath he walked into.
"ENOUGH!" A vicious, all too human, shout penetrated the night air, blowing Ukai back a few steps with its accompanying scent of rage.
He glanced towards its source, stalling his gaze on Miyo's figure near the back gate-- her seething form illuminated by the headlights of her car.
"THAT IS ENOUGH," she commanded with a shrill scream and, much to his surprise, every single figure in the yard abruptly stayed their movements.
"WHERE IS OIKAWA," she called out, striding through the open gate with a furious confidence that made Ukai shiver down to his bones.
Her scent was overbearing...angry...demanding, it blanketed the concentrated air around him, stunning him in place. With great effort, he raked his gaze over the other Alphas in the yard. They too were frozen, their silent faces plastered with confusion.
"Over here!" He heard Suga call out from the back porch. "He needs help. We need to go to the hospital."
Miyo nodded her head in understanding, then snapped her intense gaze to Tanaka.
"YOU!" She loudly commanded, pointing a delicate finger at the frozen boy seated atop the very still Yuji. "Go and get Oikawa. Bring him to my car. Now!"
The bald Alpha frantically scrambled up to comply, his previously dominant scent dissipating into complicity.
"AND YOU!" The aggressive Omega continued, directing herself to Yuji's astonished form, partially laying in the grass. "Take a walk. And don't you dare come back until you have regained control, or I swear to god, I will personally make your life a living hell."
Ukai watched as the blonde Alpha clamored to his feet and bolting towards the back gate with an eagerness that he himself was beginning to feel-- he wanted to get the fuck out of there, too. Miyo's scent was stifling, cloaking the air around him to a paralyzing degree. He had never experienced anything like it before in his entire life.
Miyo strode towards the brawling Alphas near the back fence, each step taken with unbent confidence. As she neared them, he small shoulders rose up as she inhaled their scents-- ascertaining their various levels of feral instinct.
"You," she stated after a few moments of eerie silence, pointing towards Kuroo's stunned form, his hands still latched in the shirts of the other two boys between him. "You're coming to the hospital with us. Get in the car."
The rooster nodded with wide eyes and promptly released his teammates. As he hurried towards the back gate, Ukai swore he heard a dejected whimper escape the rooster's lips.
"Owl boy. Get in the house. Sort yourself out before you become even more feral than you already are," Miyo continued in assault and Bokuto frantically nodded in response, before scrambling towards the back porch with vigor.
Finally, the beautiful woman stepped forward, stalling in place less than a foot away from Hajime's bristling figure. Much to Ukai's surprise, the Alpha boy straightened his shoulders with ease-- as if he wasn't feeling the paralyzing effects of her fragrance at all.
The unspoken intensity between them had Ukai in a state of instinctual panic. He wanted to rush over to the Omega's side and protect her from the darkly vicious Alpha before her...he needed to. He was keenly aware that Hajime retained a high amount of dominance-- something that made him extremely dangerous in his current state of upset.
"You're the one who protected him," Miko affirmed, in a softer tone than she had used with the other Alphas before him.
Ukai internally melted into her gentle words, and the natural fragrance that accompanied them. He much preferred it to the overbearing scent she was holding him hostage with.
Hajime slowly nodded, maintaining his intense icy gaze, but said nothing.
"Thank you. I am truly grateful, but you won't be coming with us until you've gotten yourself under control," Miyo continued, her words said in half command. "Do you understand?"
Hajime hesitated, still bristling with hostility, then nodded again. Well, Ukai thought to himself with an admiring smirk, the kid definitely had self control. There was no denying that.
"Go for a walk. By yourself. Steer clear of that blonde Alpha that I sent out. Is that clear?"
Hajime released a deep, throaty rumble in response-- unhappy that he was disallowed from accompanying his Omega any further. However, he was nonetheless compliant. A mentality that, once again, flooded Ukai with warm admiration for the boy. Even he couldn't boast of having such meticulous control over himself...and Hajime was still young and inexperienced.
"Good," Miyo said with a hard nod, before shuffling the boy off of the property. "Ukai?"
"Over...over here," he responded with great effort, suddenly feeling very exhausted.
"Can you stay here? I'll take this bunch to the hospital and come back to grab another load. Figure out who needs to come next. I'll leave it to your discretion," she rattled off in a rush, eager to leave to take Oikawa to the hospital.
All Ukai could manage was a nod. He had no idea what had just happened, or why he had been paralyzed, but he was thankful that he could at long last move again.
"Suga, Keiji, get in the car, my babies. We need to get going," Miyo called sweetly past him towards the porch.
It was her usual tone that he had grown accustomed to the last few weeks, and he was happy that she had reverted back to it. She was frightening was she was mad...he never wanted to experience it again.
As he watched Miyo and the younger Omegas pile into the small car, the overbearing smell she had released into the air began to dissipate. He shook his head, trying to snap himself out of the fog it had caused-- he had work to do.
He glanced over the yard, more than one portion of the fence had been smashed in, there was glass all over the porch, and sections of splattered blood were on both the house and along the white fence surrounding the lot. He sighed, from what he recalled, the front yard hadn't fared much better. However, he needed to deal with Asahi, the passed out bodies of the intruders, and ascertain who needed medical treatment the most.
He was in for a long night.
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