Untitled Part 22
Chapter Twenty-Two: The Spirit of Alphas
Daichi~
Daichi slumped down onto the plastic bench of the balcony beside Yuji. Being confined to the private area of the hospital certainly had its perks, but, private or not, the air was still stifling inside. He was grateful for the clean smell of the night air, it helped to wake his drowsy senses. A siren whistled out from below, the high pitched sound had nearly drowned out by the time it had reached the two Alphas, four stories above. He internally cringed at the fleeting thought it provoked, of the damaged Omega it was transporting. He hated being at the hospital, it forced him to witness just how large the extent of Alpha brutality was for the marginalized class. He shook his head, willing the dark thoughts away for a moment- he had come outside to console Yuji.
"You alright?" He asked at last, unable to help the exhausted tone of his voice. It had been an incredibly long night of unrelenting frustration and bitter anger.
Yuji adjusted himself on the bench and sighed, rolling his shoulders. "Yeah..."
He could smell his teammate's tense scent, upset with his own feral actions and at Yachi's damaged state.
"You don't smell okay," he pushed, trying to get the blonde Alpha to verbalize his twisting emotions.
"I dunno..." Yuji murmured, gingerly rubbing his swollen jaw. "Fuck. My face hurts. That nurse chick said that it's probably fractured which just...pisses me off."
"Jesus christ," Daichi pronounced, leaning forward to glance at the blonde Alpha's bloated face. "Are you okay? Does it hurt to talk?"
"Yeah it's fine. I'm just pissed that fucker, Chaki, landed the hit on me," Yuji huffed out, sitting back against the bench to give his neck an irritated crack. "Just waiting to get my fucking scans back, but it's nothing compared to..."
Daichi knew exactly what his teammate had intended to say before trailing off- he was no stranger to this shit. He had been down this route himself, with Suga.
"Let me guess. You're furious with yourself for allowing Yachi to get hurt. Angry with the people who did it. And ashamed at your actions when you lost control," he stated plainly, cracking his knuckles to stir his sleepy senses.
"How did you-"
"Because, you're not the first Alpha around here to go through this shit," he continued, rising to his feet to stand across from the blonde boy. "I've gone through it with Suga. I'm sure that Kuroo's gone through it at some point with Kenma. And Hajime...fuck, the poor guy is going through it again right now..." he finished, trailing off as his mind lingered on his snarky teammate. Hajime...Oikawa...mental images of the two boys skittered across his consciousness, sending sharp pangs of grief through his entire being. He couldn't imagine what the Alpha was feeling. If had been Suga...
"Does it get any better?" Yuji questioned, releasing a heavy sigh of indignation.
"Honestly..." Daichi faltered, unsure of what information to relay. Things hadn't exactly gotten better for him when it came to Suga. Every time the silver haired boy was out of the range of his senses, even within their yellow house, he had to physically squash his internal panic. "I don't know. I hope so? But, honestly, I don't think that it will. At least, not right away."
He couldn't lie to Yuji, it wouldn't be right. If the blonde Alpha really wanted to be with Yachi, then he needed to fully commit to the frustrations that came with being mated. Or at least, the ones that came with wanting to mate with an Omega. He hadn't exactly been given any sort of recognition from Suga when it came to the whole, mating thing. However, from watching Kuroo and Kenma's interactions, the desire to ensure an Omega's safety seemed to greatly increase after the event- well, if the pack instinct is taken out of the equation...
"Great," Yuji huffed, patting his swollen jaw with care. "I don't know if I can deal with this shit. It's been one day, man, and I already feel like I'm going mad."
"The positives outweigh the negatives, though," Daichi remarked, crossing his arms over his broad chest.
"Oh yeah?"
"I'm serious. When I'm around Suga...I don't know, the world just sort of, falls away. Like, even now, I feel empty without his scent," he explained, furrowing his brows as he grappled to find the right words. "I know that I've only known him three weeks, so the whole thing is insane, but honestly...I can't even remember what things were like before him."
"When did you know?"
"Know what?"
"That you loved him. That you loved Suga. I mean, my parents are both Alphas, arranged marriage, you know the deal. Anything to try and ensure an Alpha offspring..." Yuji denounced, his conflicted scent altering Daichi that he was confused about his feelings for Yachi- grappling with the idea, trying to understand where they suddenly had come from. He didn't have any experience with Alpha-Omega relationships, and unfortunately, Daichi didn't either.
"Yeah, mine are too. Not arranged though, they dated for a few years before they married, I think. Pretty sure they didn't love each other right away...or after they married, for that matter," Daichi agreed, pulling a piece of grass from the collar of his shirt to blow over the metal railing- remnants of his brawl with Asahi.
"So, when did you know?"
"The first time I smelled him. The day they moved in with us," he said with a hearty laugh. He had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but Alpha-Omega relations definitely gave the idea credibility.
"When you first smelled him, eh?" Yuji drawled, standing up to stretch his tired body into the air. As his torn, orange shirt flexed over his lean muscles, he winced slightly in pain.
Yet another Alpha with broken ribs, thank god it was the off season of volleyball.
"When you first smelled him," the blonde Alpha repeating again, gingerly leaning onto the metal railing beside him.
"Pretty much, yeah," Daichi affirmed, mirroring Yuji's relaxed position- the city below them was quiet, fast asleep at such a late hour.
"Roses. I smelled them during our game with Date Tech. It was so bizarre, too. I followed the scent after we had won, y'know. Tracked it up into the bleachers."
Daichi couldn't hide his surprise at the admission. If Yuji had smelled her from that distance...the court was nowhere near the bleachers! He could barely smell Suga from that length. On top of that, Yachi's scent wasn't exactly powerful. Something about her fragrance must have riled up his Alpha instincts...
"She was so frightened when I first met her. I couldn't figure out why...but then that fucker...Chaki..." Yuji trailed off in a snarl, unleashing a powerful scent of rage that would have gotten him booted from the hospital, had they been indoors. "I fucking attacked her! I didn't even recognize her, after everything with Chaki, I didn't even remember that she was there. That's how far gone I was."
"Did you hurt her?" Daichi asked, hoping that the answer was no. He had been in a similar position, nearly attacking Oikawa a few weeks earlier, and it had not been fun.
"She said that I didn't, but does it fucking matter?" His teammate snapped back, baring his teeth in a hostile snarl at his own, previous actions.
"Of course it fucking matters. If you were feral and you didn't hurt her, then what does that tell you?" Daichi stated plainly, happy to see Yuji's tense form visibly relax at his honest words. He clapped the blonde Alpha on the back and continued, "dwelling on their pasts doesn't help anyone. Believe me, I learned that the hard way. The best we can do is protect them. Or figure out how to fucking protect them from shit like what happened today."
"I guess...but fuck, man. That Chaki motherfucker, I don't know what he did to her, but I know it wasn't good. It makes my blood boil."
"Yeah...it wasn't good. But, do you know how mad it makes me when I think about all the bullshit Suga has had to go through? Or Oikawa? Or any of them? It makes me fucking sick to my stomach," Daichi replied, unable to prevent himself from snarling out into the night air. "There's literally nothing I can do to change what happened to them in the past. All I can do it work my ass off to make it safer for them in the future. I will say this though...they are definitely a hardy folk. Much stronger than Alphas," he finished, steadying his shaking body against the railing, willing his body to relax back to its previously tired state. He did not want to get kicked out of the hospital.
"Yeah. Fuck. The shit that those knotheads were saying to Oikawa made me want to slice out their vocal cords...and their retinas...and their brains. I mean, the stuff they fucking did to him! I don't know how he lived through it...and he still faced them head on like it was nothing. Told me to leave and let him handle things," Yuji barked out, his scent aggravated, but under control.
"Scum. Absolute scum," Daichi nodded in agreement, slowly forgetting his own upset in his admiration for the chestnut Omega. "Oikawa is the best of the best. Strongest guy I know, for sure."
Yuji let out a relaxed breath of air and craned his neck up at the dark sky. "You know...you're pretty good at this therapy shit. No wonder you're our captain!"
"Yeah, well, believe me, I've got experience with this shit. I've lost my head over this stuff more times than I can count...and it's only been three weeks," he replied, rubbing sleep from his dark eyes with his knuckles.
"I guess we've gotta learn to live with it, hey?" Yuji reckoned, lolling his head over to meet the his gaze, eyeing him down with chocolate coloured eyes.
"For now."
"Oh?"
"With the shit I've seen, I can't, in good conscious, just allow this fucked up system to continue. Especially after today."
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Yuji sang into the air, poking his captain playfully in the shoulder. "I get ya. I get ya. Fuck the system! Let's go rogue!"
"Or change it, you know, whatever works," Daichi agreed with a snicker.
He hadn't mentioned his idea to any of the other Alphas- or even Suga. For some reason, Yuji's easy personality made him feel comfortable enough to openly talk about it, and he was beyond grateful that his teammate sponsored the idea. As the pair continued to discuss the Omegas, he found himself increasingly content with the pierced Alpha's rambunctious company. They formed a plan for him to approach Yachi with his feelings, then threw around ideas on how to prevent any future raid attempts on their home. If things went as planned, it wouldn't be long until Yuji moved into the yellow house for good.
Suga~
Suga rested his back against the pale blue wall of the hallway, sliding down into a seated position beside Hajime's stiff form. He released his calming scent at the fullest force he could muster, hoping it would do well to ease the tension in the air around them.
"How ya doing?" He asked in a genuine tone, knowing that it was going to be a challenge to get the pensive Alpha to discuss his feelings.
"I just...I'm exhausted," Hajime responded quietly, rolling his head back against the plaster to look up at the tiled ceiling.
"Exhausted how?" He pushed forward, unwilling to let the Alpha get away with such a half-assed answer.
"I'm tired," Hajime droned back, radiating out of flurry of emotional fragrances from his muscular figure.
"And?"
Hajime rolled his head over to meet his intense gaze "Really? What do you want me to say?" He barked back saltily, but Suga didn't take offense, it was just the Alpha's way of projecting his emotions.
"Oikawa's going to be okay, you know," he said kindly with a small smile, hoping that the Alpha wouldn't pick up that he was trying to convince himself of the words, too.
Hajime~
"Oikawa's going to be okay, you know," Suga said gently, flashing him with a hesitant smile.
For the first time since Hajime had met Oikawa, neither the conscious or instinctual parts of his mind wanted to think about the chesnut boy. There were too many things about the situation that would make him lose control if he allowed himself to relive them. Hearing about the Omega's past from the disgusting Alphas. Seeing him slump down with each degrading insult they threw his way. Watching on helplessly as Kabuto slammed his head into the faucet. He wanted to build a time machine and prevent everything from happening.
When Suga's sweet scent washed over him, he suddenly realized just how riled up he had become with the passing thoughts. "I can't talk about it," he stated plainly, resting his head on his knees in an attempt to physically escape his own mind.
"How come?"
"Because I'll fucking snap," he mumbled out from his arms. He knew that Suga was only trying to offer guidance, but he couldn't bear to think about such terrible things. Not right now. Not while his Omega was unconscious, bleeding, and out of his sight.
"You know..." The silver Omega started, his words coming out slowly as he chose them with care. "Oikawa is the strongest out of all of us. Stronger than you, too. But...I'm not going to sugar coat it for you. He's been through the worst of the worst. He's been a drug addict, a prostitute, degraded, raped, and assaulted."
As Suga plainly spoke about Oikawa, Hajime struggled to keep his emotions under his conscious control. He didn't care about the chestnut boy's past, at least, not in the way the Omega seemed to think. It supremely bothered him that Alphas had touched his Omega...that they had harmed him. He didn't care about any of the other stuff.
"But you know what?" Suga continued, his tone shifting to an uplifting pitch. "He still tries to be happy. He starts every day of his life forcing out a smile, just hoping that it will be genuine one day. And guess what? Since he's met you, it has been genuine. Yeah, it's true, the things that have happened to him are disgusting and terrible, but he doesn't allow them to rule his life. Not anymore. Not since I've known him."
Hajime pulled his knees further into his chest, suddenly feeling an overbearing desire to cry from the brutal honesty of the words. Cry. Hehadn't cried since he was a child, but when he had seen the lifeless form of his Omega in the grass, he broke that streak in an instant.
"I know it's not easy for you guys. It's one thing to go through terrible things, but its a whole other story to watch the people you love go through them," Suga added, pushing out more of his tranquil, sweet fragrance.
"I hate this feeling. I hate it," Hajime seethed into his knees, clenching his fists until his knuckles were white. "Being so fucking helpless. When he...when Oikawa jumped in to defend me..." He trailed off in frustration, unleashing a bitter snarl as the mental image of Kabuto, standing over his Omega, flickered across his mine.
"Are you mad that he jumped in to protect you?" Suga asked softly, moving his hand to Hajime's tense back, rubbing it in small, continuous circles.
"Yes...No," Hajime barked in response, scrunching up his toes inside his shoes. Every part of his body felt rigid and his mind had been clouded by his own primal nature for was seemed like an eternity now.
Suga laughed at his confusing response, and his chocolate scent flooded the air once more, doing well to counter his Alpha inhibitions- pushing to take control of his fragile mind.
"Which is it, because either way, you're going to have to deal with it. This is Oikawa we're talking about. He never backs out of a fight."
Hajime relaxed his fists, sighing deeply into his bent knees. He wasn't mad that Oikawa jumped in to defend him, he was mad that the boy had to jump in. Mad that his own strength wasn't enough to protect his Omega.
"I'm not angry about it. I'm just...furious with myself for not being able to protect him. After he...when Kabuto hit him...I just..." Hajime faltered, outwardly voicing his frustrations was plummeting his mind into a dark place he had no desire to visit.
"I don't think-"
"He smashed his head in, Suga. He smashed his fucking head in," Hajime exclaimed, allowing his upset emotions to pour into his words. "I watched it happen. Everything inside of me was roaring at me. Screaming at me to move, but I couldn't fucking do anything. My body wouldn't listen. I wanted to slaughter Kabuto. I still want to slaughter him," he snarled out, stabbing the fleeting mental image of Kabuto with his internal fists. "You know, when I went on my walk to cool down? I didn't go anywhere. I just stood over his fucking unconscious body in the alley for an hour until I heard Ukai call for everyone to get into the car. I wish...I wish I had fucking done it, too. Just ended his pathetic life then and there."
The instant he stopped his train of thought to take an angry breath of air, he was surprised to find himself standing, bristling in front of Suga's seated from- snarling viciously into the Omega's calm face. How was he calm? Why wasn't the boy scared that he might attack him?
"I know you're not going to attack me, Hajime, stop making that face. You're going to get wrinkles," Suga chirped to him, as if he had heard the internal thoughts.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get to worked up," Hajime apologized, pacing from side to side in frustration. "I just. I'm so fucking angry. I hate that I can't see him. I hate that I don't know if he's okay."
"Don't apologize. Why do you think it's wrong to be worked up about this stuff? It's natural. I'd be worried if you weren't worked up about it," the silver Omega replied matter-of-factly, cocking an eyebrow.
It was a simple statement. An obvious one, even. However, it was something that Hajime hadn't thought of. He had been so focused on the idea that his emotions were wrong. That he was wrong to be angry, wrong to be upset about Oikawa- he had somehow convinced himself that the emotions represented his ownership over the Omega. However, he didn't want that, he wanted Oikawa to be his partner.
"I want to kill Kabuto, too, you know..." Suga said in almost a whisper, looking down at his pale hands in his lap. "You're not alone in that."
Hajime inhaled deeply and reached out a hand to the seated Omega before him. Suga smiled sweetly, accepted his offer, and he pulled the weightless boy to his feet with ease.
"Thanks..." He said softly, releasing the silver haired Omega from his grasp. "I guess...I should...that it's okay to feel this way."
"It's no problem at all. You're my friend," Suga said with a affectionate grin that made Hajime want to embrace him in thanks. "Feelings don't mean...ownership, if that's what you're thinking. You can't...not have emotional responses in a relationship, right? I don't know if that makes sense, but I hope it does..."
"Yeah...I get ya," Hajime replied, sheepishly running a hand through his hair, tangled with patches of dried blood. "Well, I appreciate it. You're always looking out for me. It's...nice."
Suga casually shrugged, subtly smirking in the dim light of the hall. "You look out for my flock. I look out for you. Now..." He trailed off, giving Hajime a playful punch in the shoulder. "Let's go see if we can get some info on Oikawa and get you in with one of the nurses. You're in rough shape. Like, really rough shape."
Hajime nodded and followed the silver Omega back into the waiting room, eager to hear something, anything about Oikawa.
Yachi~
When Yachi flickered her eyes open, she flew into a panic at her unfamiliar surroundings. Everything smelled wrong...and the white environment of the room hurt her eyes, burning them with its bright intensity. As she sluggishly tried to sit forward, an unfamiliar female voice called out to her. She sniffed, wincing at her pounding head as she did so- it was an Omega.
"Please don't get up too fast, Miss. Yachi. Take your time. You're in the hospital. I'll go and get Suga."
Suga...
Yachi blinked to adjust her eyes and pushed herself to a seated position, unhappy that her head was not completely clear of foggy pain.
"Yachi!" Suga's warm voice hit her ears as she adjusted herself against the back of the bed.
"Hi..." Yachi croaked out to her friend, glancing at him as he hurried to close the gap between them.
"I'm so happy you're awake!" He exclaimed, embracing her in a light, motherly hug.
Yachi smiled at his warming presence, then quickly snapped her neck towards the unfamiliar scent near the open door of the room. A male Omega...in a white coat...a doctor.
"Good morning, Yachi! I'm glad to see you up!" He sang, opening the a file in his hands to flip through its contents. "I thought it would be good to briefly go over some things. I'll be discharging you in a few hours, so don't worry too much! You're in pretty good shape!"
Yachi nodded, searching the confines of her mind to remember what had happened to her. Chaki...Yuji protected her from him...Oikawa!
"Where is Oikawa?!" She abruptly shouted, cringing to the side as a sharp pain shot through her back.
"He's okay, Yachi. He's okay," Suga soothingly reassured her, scratching her back with his nails.
"And Yuji?" She continued in question, visibly relaxing into Suga's embrace at the news of Oikawa.
"He's okay too. We sent the Alphas home a few hours ago, with most of the Omegas. Let's listen to what the doctor has to say first, okay? Then I can catch you up on everything."
Yachi nodded again, unhappy with the words, most of the Omegas. However, she didn't want to waste the doctor's time with her flurry of questions, so she momentarily filed them away and turned her attention to the man with the file, eager to get her diagnoses over with.
"Now, Yachi. You're going to have to take it easy for a while. You have two broken ribs on your left side and, unfortunately, there isn't much we can do about that. You're cleared of concussion, which is excellent, but you did bump your head rather hard, so you may experience a few headaches over the next week. Be patient with yourself, okay? I know that Omegas heal significantly faster than their Alpha counterparts, but it's not going to happen right away. It will still take time," the man rattled off in explanation, his tone rushed but gentle. Then, he flashed her a wicked grin and briskly turned towards the door. "I hope you'll excuse me, there are a lot of people I need to see today, so I'm in a bit of a rush. Please come back if you have any problems, any at all. However...I really hope we don't meet again!" He finished with a chuckle, softly closing the door behind him.
"That fucker broke two of my ribs?!" Yachi exclaimed with wide, angry eyes, startling Suga with both her angry tone and vulgar language.
"Y-Yachi?!" Suga questioned, his mouth agape with astonishment.
"Chaki. He broke my ribs. That pisses me off," she explained, unsure of why Suga was so visibly shocked by her statement. He had broken her ribs...so, she was angry...?
"Oh, Yachi!" The silver haired boy cried into the air as he embraced her, nestling himself into her neck. "I haven't h-heard y-you talk like this for s-so l-long," he blubbered into her hair, wetting the golden strands with his tears.
Oh! Yachi thought to herself at once, now she understood. Ordinarily, discussing Chaki made her sick with fear, physically so, but here she was verbally bashing the monster.
"I spat right into his face, Suga! I looked him dead in the eyes and said fuck you, Chaki!" She relayed with a genuine tone of pride, excited to share the news with her substitute mother.
She was proud of herself, but she knew that this new sense of safety she felt wasn't from standing up to Chaki. It was from Yuji. The Alpha who had protected her because he wanted to- because he had felt that it was the right thing to do. He had said that she deserved better and she believed it in every fiber of her being. She wanted to throw her arms around him in thanks.
Suga pulled away from her shoulder and looked into her eyes, his face plastered with unrelenting pride. She beamed back in return, suddenly feeling...lighter.
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