Untitled Part 45
Chapter Forty Five: Perspective
Kuroo~
Daichi had certainly caused a lot of upset with his little lecture. The house smelled like a disgusting mix of pride, and its counterpart, guilt. Even Kuroo had to admit that he felt pretty guilty himself for going along with the evening of volleyball-- Daichi did consider him to be the second in command, after all. He certainly wasn't acting like it.
While he wanted nothing more than to hike up the stairs to his room, yank Kenma from whatever video game his nose was buried in, and fuck him into oblivion, there were more important things. Kuroo shook his head and smirked, more important things than fucking, wow.
He pulled Shoyo to the side of the stairs and nearly laughed at the territorial look he received from Tobio. Christ, he mused as he ruffled the ginger's messy hair, when the hell was the setter going to bite the bullet with the energetic Omega? Him and Tsukishima were such babies. Kuroo had seen the way the blonde Alpha had tensed up when their captain called Yamaguchi his Omega.
"Shoyo, when you go upstairs, can you tell Kenma that I'm going to be a while. I've got some shit to take care of," he divulged and received a vigorous nod in return. "Not that he'll really care...probably too lost in his video game to even..."
Oh. The ginger kid was already gone. Alright then.
He straightened back to full height, gave Tobio a cheeky smirk as the setter quickly stalked towards the stairs to follow the ginger Omega, and moved towards the door. Daichi's lecture, while a pretty normal occurrence, had been much more hostile than normal. Much more. That, coupled with the fact that his captain had been a complete ghost over the last few days, had him more than a little concerned.
He had heard whispers from Hajime and Oikawa that Suga had ended things between them. Like everyone else, he had been absolutely shocked at the news. In his eyes, they were a complete and utter match for, though, not in the perfect sort of way that most couples brag about. Daichi brought things to the table that Suga was lacking, and vise versa-- like salt and pepper. So different, yet equally good and near inseparable from a flawless meal.
Maybe, he mused as he pushed through the front door, it was just a temporary separation? When the evening air hit his nostrils, tainted with Daichi's rampant scent, he sucked in a quick breath-- it wasn't as temporary as he was hoping for.
He couldn't even begin to translate Daichi's fragrance and he battled to plug his nose from the awful smell. It was beyond confused, so much so that he was pretty sure his captain didn't even know what he was feeling himself. There was terror, emptiness, loneliness, and a smidgen of something that surprised Kuroo-- resentment. Resentment for Suga's actions. Although, Daichi was doing his best to squash it away into oblivion.
No Alpha could fake this kind of scent.
Kuroo knelt and plopped down on the veranda steps with a heavy sigh, then jerked his gaze to Daichi. "Captain," he said with a respectful nod.
Daichi didn't meet his gaze, brown eyes fixed on something off in the distant dark. "Kuroo," he replied with balled fists.
Suddenly, a scent of unchecked fury snaked into the air-- its intent fixated on Kuroo. For a brief moment, he wanted pull back and gain a few paces of safe distance between them. Daichi was challenging him into a brawl. No, not just a brawl. The captain was challenging him to a bloody fight.
"Yo," he remarked and subconsciously exposed the side of his neck-- anything to lessen his threat level. "Daichi, man. Words. Not. Violence."
Daichi's brows contorted, a visible sign of his struggles against his hyper-emotional instincts. "Sorry," he rumbled out through clenched teeth, then moved to stand on the grass. "I'm...having a hard time keeping things together."
Kuroo felt a pang of grief as the anger quickly dissipated back into the turmoil of emotions. Confused didn't even begin to cover it. It was closer to...disorganized chaos-- as if the captain's emotions were too intertwined to separate out into understandable entities.
"It's okay. Not your fault," he affirmed with a brisk nod to show his forgiveness. "No harm done."
Daichi remained quiet, dark eyes locked on the ground in front of him. Kuroo hesitated, but eventually took another sniff of the air to try and ascertain some semblance of his captain's emotional state-- the silence was giving him less than the confused fragrance was.
Daichi's scent was quick to snake inside his nostrils once more, almost as if it was eager to share its vengeful bewilderment with another Alpha. Kuroo pieced together their message inside his mind's eye-- It had to be our fault. We lost him. We lost him. We lost him.
His mouth dropped slightly at the silent confession. "Daichi...man. It's not...it's not your fault. Really, it's not."
Daichi's head snapped up and Kuroo stiffened, ready for an outright attack. "Yes. It. Is."
"No, it's not."
"SHUT UP. WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT."
Kuroo flinched at the loud snarl of words, but soon found his own Alpha spirit amidst the converging anger of his captain. If Daichi wanted to snap at him, wanted to challenge him, then the Alpha was in for a world of pain-- and not the physical kind.
"I KNOW THAT YOU ARE BROKEN BECAUSE OF THIS," he roared back, rising to his feet to tower over the smaller man with his natural height. "I KNOW THAT YOU ARE ANGRY ABOUT THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND."
"SO. WHAT." Daichi boomed and moved to take a swing at Kuroo's face, but stopped himself short-- fist hanging in the tense air. "I DON'T NEED THIS."
Kuroo pulled back his shoulders and unleashed his dominance in full force. "YES. YOU. DO."
His captain's lips pulled back in a snarl and he began a rapid, pacing motion across the yard. His large hands clawed at his own brunette hair as he took in sharp breaths of humid air, devolving into a frantic state of what Kuroo could only deem as Alpha insanity.
"You. Need. To. Talk. This. Out." Kuroo barked across the lawn and pushed his domineering scent further to influence his friend into submission. Daichi was not going to talk about things if he conceded his rank to the furious man. "Talk. I'll listen."
Daichi might have the most respect among their housemates, but Kuroo knew that he could outrank his dominance if it was necessary-- and right now, it most definitely was.
"NO." Daichi asserted with an agonizing, gut-wrenching roar, filled with such a deep seated sorrow that Kuroo's heart lurched inside his chest.
Sorrow and confusion. The confusion clearly rang out, why did my Omega leave me all alone? Kuroo shuddered at the scent's translation. It was obvious that Daichi felt wholly betrayed, but he was fighting against emotion with everything he had-- he didn't want to acknowledge a fault in his chosen Omega.
How the fuck was Kuroo going to convince him that his chosen partner, the perfect person in his eyes, had fucked up? He sighed at the answer-- he couldn't. Daichi had to figure it out and come to terms with it on his own. The only thing he could do was give a helping hand-- push the captain in the right direction.
"Stop pacing," he commanded with a snap of his teeth and Daichi's hostile disposition slightly faltered. "Come. Here."
For a moment, the captain stood stiff and clenched his fists at his sides. Then, much to Kuroo's relief, he conceded and walked back towards the porch. Thank god, Kuroo thought with a subtle sigh of relief. He hated dominating Daichi, the man was his captain-- it felt wrong.
"He left you," he said with tense shoulders, in more question that statement. "After the party?"
"Yes."
"His choice?"
"Yes."
Kuroo hesitated, not wanting to ask the next question. "Permanent...?"
Daichi's throat rumbled and his confused scent poured out once more-- quickly replacing his rage. "Yes."
Kuroo pinched the bridge of his nose. "Jesus..." He whispered before trailing off to look at his captain. "Fuck, man. Do you know why?"
"I understand his perspective. I don't agree with it."
There it was again-- the all-consuming scent of raw fury. It was a cloud of twisting air around Daichi's head that pushed out with eagerness, replacing the tragically confused scent in a mere instant. Anger and confusion. The two scents were popping back and forth as quickly as a snap of fingers.
Kuroo leaned his head to the side, finally understanding the strange dynamic plaguing his captain. "Okay. I can't fix this, alright? I can't. But I can help give you some perspective," he stated with a low growl, once again pushing out his dominant fragrance to combat Daichi's sudden onset of rage. "You need to stop replacing your...this...upset...with rage. It's unhealthy and-"
"It's the only thing that works..." Daichi interjected, his body visibly crumbling in on itself at the quiet confession.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Kuroo hated seeing someone so tortured, especially if that someone was his captain. The man was always the pillar of strength for their pack-- no wonder he had be avoiding them the past few days.
"I know it is, okay? I know ," Kuroo affirmed, crossing the short distance between them to place a hand on Daichi's stiff shoulder. "Look. You need to work through this...confusion. I don't care if you have to tediously pull every single emotion out of your brain, examine them up close and personal, then put them back where they belong. If that's what it takes, then that's what you're going to do."
Daichi's shoulders slumped even further, and for a brief moment, Kuroo was certain that the tanned man was going to cry.
"I can't..."
"You. Can." Kuroo snarled-- a supportive Alpha rumble to convince his friend of the things that he was so intent on refusing. "But, you're right. Not here. That would be asking the impossible."
Daichi, with great effort, pulled his head back to meet Kuroo's expectant gaze. Without another word, the captain knew exactly what was being eluded-- he needed to leave the house if he was going to sort through his crippled mind. He had to be alone. Away from Suga. It was the only way he could gain some much needed perspective.
"Not permanent," Kuroo added, squeezing Daichi's shoulder after smelling his anxiety. "Just until you have it together, or until we can find Suga a safe place to-"
"No," Daichi snarled in interruption and his anger flooded back with a vengeance. "No. Suga stays. I will get it together."
Kuroo didn't feel like that was fair, but he kept his mouth shut. He liked Suga, but the Omega was the one who had ended things and here was Daichi, bending over backwards to accommodate him.
Kuroo growled out in frustration, then forced his instincts into submission and pondered his own, terrible nightmare. If Kenma...if Kenma broke things off...would he react the same way? Daichi and Suga weren't mated, but they might as well have been. He shivered at the thought of losing his mate and slowly blinked the idea away-- he would have been exactly like Daichi. He would have replaced his turbulent emotions with anger. He would have left the house so that Kenma could stay in a protected environment. He would have-
"While I appreciate the empathy," Daichi said quietly, startling Kuroo with a suddenly level, more human voice. "There's no need to imagine Kenma leaving you."
Kuroo laughed at that, snorting into the back of his hand. "Yeah. Fuck, man. I do not envy you right now," he admitted with a small, supportive smile. "But, take it one day at a time. You've got to take care of yourself. You can't go on like this. You'll go insane."
"I know," Daichi replied with an impossibly heavy sigh. "I know I do."
"Stay with Ukai?" Kuroo suggested, thumbing over his jaw in thought. "He's close by, right?"
"Yeah..."
It was the best solution that Kuroo could come up with. Their coach had lived a longer life than they had. Maybe, in all his gruffness, he had some elderly wisdom for Daichi. Plus, if he moved back with his parents...across the country...that would be it. They would never see him again.
There was no way in hell that Kuroo was going to let that happen.
Ukai~
"Is it...is it over," Ukai panted out as he rolled off of Miyo's sweaty figure.
Two days of fucking was enough to exhaust even the most vigorous Alpha-- or maybe, it was just his old age. He cringed at the thought and bit his lip, feeling over an old cut that his Omega had happily given him between kisses.
Miyo took in a breath to steady her tired lungs, then rolled her head back into the various blankets to glance at the clock on the wall.
"I think..." She breathed, flashing a sweet smile that melted Ukai's insides. "I think....so..."
Ukai quickly pulled the woman that was now undeniably his into his strong arms and inhaled into her sweaty hair. "I'm fucking relieved...but also kinda...bummed."
Miyo laughed at his remark and her rainy scent flooded the room in its natural state, mixed in with his own fragrance and completely and utterly absent of Sonny. He had vomited, more than once, during the first day of her heat. He had to admit that remating an Omega was not as great as it was cracked up to be.
But the result...he very much liked that.
Miyo squirmed in his embrace, reaching into the various comforters beneath them on the hard floor of the living room. "Where the fuck is my phoooooooooone!" She whined, rubbing her plumb behind against his thigh as she searched beneath his body. "Oh god, what if it broke underneath us?!"
Ukai snickered, happy to feel her small hands groping the skin of his back. "I'm sure that its-"
"Aha!" Miyo shouted in interruption, shooting up to a seated position. "Little devil! I found you."
Her milky breasts bounced with the movement and Ukai felt his cock twitch in anticipation-- really?
"Ah, fuck," the raven Omega whispered and her scent quickly devolved into upset.
Ukai quickly pulled her into his arms and scented her against his neck, pushing out a protective scent to calm her sudden anxiety. "What," he barked, extremely unhappy that his mate was tense. "What's wrong."
Miyo rubbed her crown along his scent glands and quickly reigned in her scent to ease his tension. "Suga broke up with Daichi..."
What? That was not at all what Ukai had expected-- he had been certain that they were going to get married...or at least mate.
"What...how?" He stuttered out in disbelief. "Wait...what? Seriously? They were-"
"I know," Miyo interjected with a heavy sigh. " Fucking Sugawara. I swear to christ that boy..."
Ukai reached behind him to search the pockets of his jeans, lying on the glass coffee table. There were multiple missed phone calls and texts, but his eyes latched on to the most pertinent of them.
Yo, coach. Daichi and Suga are done. He really needs a place to stay, to sort shit out and stuff. Do you mind? We don't have a lot of options.
Also, hope you've enjoyed the two days of fucking. Ya filthy animal ;)
Ukai couldn't even find the energy to smirk at Kuroo's sly chirp. If the rooster was asking him to put up Daichi, then things were really, really bad.
Miyo reached up to graze her fingertips against his mouth and he smiled into the gesture. "We leave for two days..." He whispered, shoving away the rest of the world for a few more seconds to enjoy his new mate. "Look what happens..."
"I guess...we intervene?" Miyo suggested, then leaned in close to lick across his lips. Ukai moaned into the gesture, but she pulled back and gave him a sly smirk. "You take Daichi, I take Suga?"
"I suppose..." He replied softly, running a large hand down the exposed skin of Miyo's back. "We might cause more harm than good, though."
"Maybe..."
"Worth the shot, I guess. But, for the record, I'm against inserting ourselves into our students' love lives."
Miyo flashed him a wink. "Sometimes, kids need direction. They get things so twisted up in their little brains!"
Ukai nodded, he couldn't argue that solid point. Then, his stomach rumbled out and his face turned crimson.
"What was that?" Miyo chirped, prodding him on the navel. "Was that, hunger, I just heard?"
"No..."
"You know what cures that? Snacks. Like the ones you were supposed to get."
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