Untitled Part 51
Chapter Fifty One: Faulty
Keiji~
Keiji gingerly plopped Suga down on the dirt floor of the shed as Yamaguchi fiddled with the heavy lock behind him. He inhaled in short waves to catch his breath from his sprint across the grassy park. The scent of fresh earth and heat filled his open nostrils as he helped Suga shrug out of his jean jacket. He wanted to alleviate some of the boy's discomfort. "Yachi, call Miyo. Then call Oikawa," he barked without deviating from his task.
Next, he pulled off his own sweater and tucked it around Suga's scent glands-- a futile attempt to stifle the intense fragrance with his own mild one. He could hear Yachi speaking into her phone in rushed, high-pitched tones of panic-- alerting Miyo to their rather dire circumstances.
"Yams, do you have your injector on you?" He asked over his shoulder, fighting with Suga's frail hands to keep the boy from pulling off his cotton shirt. "Suga, no. You have to keep that on at least...stop it...it'll help cover your scent a bit. I know it's uncomfortable but you-"
A loud, jarring noise cut him short-- the sound off an Alpha pounding on the metal door of the shed. He and his nestmates froze in place and everything was silent for a moment before he stayed his quivering hands and did his best to ignore the threats outside. He could only hope that the door held up long enough for their help to arrive.
"Here...here," Yamaguchi hissed, tapping him on the shoulder with the slender vial of a heat suppressant. "You think his was faulty?"
Keiji took the injector from Yamaguchi's shaky hands and popped off the glass cover with his thumb. "I don't know. Maybe. I can't think of anything else that it could be," he rattled off, then he pulled at the plastic cover with his teeth and spat it to the side. "Suga, hold still for a second, please, just for a second, " he said, all too aware that his tone was growing frenzied with each passing second. He needed to keep it together, if only for Yamaguchi and Yachi.
"Oikawa? Yes. We're still at the park," he heard Yachi squeak out from behind him as he jabbed at Suga's trembling thigh with the vial. "Suga...he's in heat...I don't-" Yachi paused and he could hear Oikawa's frantic voice raise on the other end of the line. "We need a car...yes we've called Miyo...she's coming..."
Keiji spun around in his crouched down position and glanced up at Yachi's tense face. "Tell him that he's closer to us and we need help now," he barked out as another loud bang rattled through the metal shed.
Yachi's face considerably paled at the unsettling sound and her hand clenched harder around the device at her ear. "Keiji says--"
Oikawa~
"I heard what he said!" Oikawa yelled into the speaker of his phone as he paced around the nest room, gathering up supplies-- heat injectors, scent suppressors, anything he could think of that might help. "Tell Keiji to stab Suga with one of your injectors...his must be faulty or something!"
For a moment, he heard a jumble of different words on the other end of the line before Keiji's voice rang clear. "You don't think I've already done that, Shittykawa?! I stabbed Yamaguchi's, but does it fucking matter? We need a ride out of here anyways!"
Oikawa dropped down to zip up his backpack in a hurry, holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder. His stomach was churning at their unwanted situation-- angry that his nestmates were victims to yet another round of bad luck. "Of course it fucking matters!" He yelled into his device as he yanked open the nestroom door and hurried down the stairwell. "If it works, his heat will subside and you guys can-"
"We've got at least three feral Alphas on us now. Maybe more, I don't know. So it doesn't matter if the injector works, they're not going anywhere."
"Fucking fuck! Where are you...yes I know at the goddamn park! Where exactly?" Oikawa asked through clenched teeth as he neared the front door. Behind him, he could smell his Alpha's panicked scent wafting in from the back yard.
Hajime clamored inside in a hurry-- scent coiling around in droves of aggression at his mate's upset. "What the fuck is happening," he commanded, pulling Oikawa to his feet with a heavy hand.
Oikawa ignored the question and pulled on his turquoise track jacket as Keiji's voice buzzed on the end of the line. "Maintenance shed at-"
"That shotty metal one?" He interrupted, pushing away Hajime's concerned hands once more. "That won't hold up-"
"Yes, I am well aware," Keiji asserted and Oikawa could hear the boy's unusual anxiety beneath his snarky tone. "Come soon. I'm hanging up. We're going to bar the door with whatever we can find. Call when you're here."
Before Oikawa could reply, the line went dead. He gripped the phone, wanting to throw it against the wall in frustration, then looked to Hajime. "Suga's gone into heat at the park. I need to borrow your car," he repeated as he dropped to his knees to tie the white laces of his converse.
Hajime's scent swirled around with an onset of vengeful rage. Then, a familiar, pack-like scent suddenly poured off his tanned skin. "I'll drive."
"No," Oikawa barked, rising back to full height. "Did you not hear what I just said? Suga is in heat, you can't-"
"We're mated. I won't be affected," Hajime replied, throat rumbling out with a hostile growl.
"No, but you'll be affected by all of the feral Alpha scents!" Oikawa yelled back, gesturing wildly in the air with slender hands. "So you're can't come!"
Hajime took a menacing step forward and crossed his broad arms over his chest. "I. Am. Coming."
"No, you're not!"
"You. Are. Not. Going. Without. Me."
"Yes. I. Am. You're the liability this time! This is about Suga and my-"
"What the fuck is going on?" Bokuto's voice joined in. He walked out of the blue kitchen in long strides-- no doubt influenced by the tense scents in the main room. "Keiji's with Suga. Where are they."
Oikawa clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes as Yuji fell in step behind the owl boy. He wanted to lie, but he knew that the two Alphas had already heard he and Hajime's argument. There was little point now. "Waterfront. They're at waterfront inside-"
"Yachi. Is. There," Yuji snarled and rushed forward to pull on a pair of shoes that Oikawa was certain were not his.
Oikawa moved towards the door to cover the exit. He couldn't let the Alphas run wild in such a delicate situation. This wasn't a case of Omega assault, this was an Omega in heat. It was a more dire circumstance and it required planning. He wasn't about to let his housemates run wild and lose themselves in their instincts-- it would only put Suga in more danger.
Yuji stepped towards the door, his scent both menacing and challenging. "Move," he growled out in a low tone that sent shivers up Oikawa's spine.
"No," Oikawa seethed back, straightening his back to physically assert himself. "You're not rushing into this one. This is different. You can't bash your way to victory here."
Bokuto stepped in beside Yuji, throat rumbling with strained dominance. "Move. Now."
"No," Oikawa said again, but couldn't help his lithe body from shaking at the overbearing Alphas scents. "You. Listen. To. Me."
Suddenly, Bokuto lurched forward to shove Oikawa out of the way. Hajime threw a heavy elbow into the owl's face and he staggered off to the right.
Before Yuji even understood what had happened, Hajime shoved the boy to the side. Then, he stepped into a protective stance, shielding Oikawa. "If you ever try to touch my mate like that again," he snarled in a hushed tone that immediatly silenced the other growls in the room. "I'll kill you."
Bokuto rose cautiously to his feet, yellow eyes fixed on Hajime. "Then don't get in the way of my Omega," he countered, but remained in place-- unwilling to test the lengths of Hajime's patience.
"Okay, that's enough," a familiar voice chimed in, pulling Oikawa's attention away from the tense situation.
The tone was lighthearted, but nonetheless commanding. His gaze flickered to the turquoise couch-- to Kuroo. He hadn't even noticed that the rooster was there.
"Oikawa, Hajime is coming," Kuroo growled as he rose up from the plush couch. "So whatever plan you have, include him, and me. And I'm texting Tsukishima, he has a right to know what's happening with Yamaguchi."
Oikawa's mouth set in a hard line and he bit his cheek at the series of commands. "Fine. But Hajime's not coming if there are feral-"
"If you're going to keep bickering about this, then can we please take it outside," Kuroo interrupted and gestured dramatically at the front door. "I am not going to have this entire frustrating conversation with Kenma because you two are so damn loud about this petty shit! Get over it."
Oikawa sucked in a breath, unhappy that the rooster wanted to keep his mate in the dark about the dangerous situation. "Kenma has every right to know if his mate-"
Kuroo cut him short with a threatening growl and Hajime's figure tensed in front of him. "Can't fight. Liability."
Oikawa knew that he had touched a subject that Kuroo was not going to debate. He opened his mouth to retort, but closed it and sighed out some of his rampant anxiety. They needed to go, there was no more time to argue about insignificant things-- his nestmates were in danger.
His nestmates were in danger and now his mate was going to be in danger, too.
"If you're not mated, then you stay outside of the seven meter radius. I'm sure that they at least taught you that in Alpha highschool," he rattled off in a warning tone, drawing a circle in the air with his fingers. Then, his hazel eyes flickered between Yuji and Bokuto. "I don't care if your Omegas are in danger, if they're near Suga, you stay the fuck away."
Kuroo raised an eyebrow at the Alphas in question and they growled out agreements. "Hajime, go start the car," he barked without moving his intense gaze. When Hajime remained still he added, "I've got Oikawa. It's fine. We're right behind you."
Oikawa wanted to tell the rooster that he could handle himself, that he didn't need an Alpha's protection, but kept his mouth shut. The truth was, he did need Alpha help right now. "Kuroo, when we get there, we can't jump in right away until we have a better idea of what's going on..." He quietly asserted and when Kuroo gave him a tough nod, he continued. "That means that you and Hajime are going to have to handle any Alphas that are in the immediate vicinity of the shed."
"You hear that?" Kuroo barked to Yuji and Bokuto's bristling figures. "Don't fuck this up."
Hajime~
Hajime and his group had barely made their way to the sidewalk in front of the park before the Omega professor arrived-- they hadn't even had a chance to call Keiji back. Miyo pulled up to the side of the road in a flash of black and silver, smoking the edge of the curb directly behind his own vehicle with a hubcap. The engine halted and the far door of the small car flew open, rebounding back a few inches. The raven woman scrambled out of the cabin and snapped her stern gaze over Oikawa, then to the rest of the assembled Alphas. She blinked once before emerald eyes flickered further beyond them-- into the green expanse of the field.
"Where the fuck are they," she barked as she closed the distance in large, confident strides. Before Hajime, or anyone really, had the chance to answer, she spoke again. "In that fucking shed over there?" She spat, jerking a finger to the silver box of a building, surrounded by a few unknown Alphas. "They're fucking back in there, aren't they."
Hajime quickly moved out of the way, just in time before the woman could bowl right through him. Her scent was a ferocious, but it was strained by waves of hidden stress. He briefly pondered stopping her, but lost the chance when she quickly stepped past him and into the park. He found himself stunned in place, not by any sort of paralyzing scent, but by the woman's outright attitude. She was exhilarating to a stagnant degree-- absolutely terrifying in a very prominant way.
"Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Miyo called out to a blonde Alpha who was bashing a large foot into the side of the shed.
When the man failed to acknowledge her presence, she lunged forward and flipped the feral boy around to face her. Then, she said something under her breath-- so low that Hajime couldn't hear a single word of it. However, he did hear the Alpha whimper in response and he did watch the frightened boy scramble away to the left of the shed. Whatever hostile words the raven women had shared, he did not want to know. It wasn't exactly easy to verbally pull a feral Alpha out of a heat-influenced stupor.
"Oi, you mated boys!" Miyo called over to the stunned group-- emerald eyes darting between he and Kuroo. "Get over here and guard the left side while-"
Suddenly, a lean and muscular body appeared from behind the shed, flying into Miyo's astonished figure in a flash of movement. Hajime heard the crunch before he saw the impact, and the raven Omega keeled down to the ground with a shy whimper. The attacking Alpha ignored her and mobed to the side of her-- unceremoniously yanking at the metal door of then shed.
This time, Hajime found his feet. He lurched forward, tossed the feral Alpha up in the air with the top of his shoulder, and threw him to the hard earth. The man coughed out at the impact and writhed around in the grass, gasping for air. Momentarily satisfied, Hajime turned on his heels to help the injured professor.
Only, she was already on steady feet. Her delicate hands were latched on her gushing nose and her eyes were narrow with the kind of fury that sent shivers up from Hajime's spine. He quickly shook it off and moved to check over the slender woman, but she eluded his grasp with professional ease-- as if she didn't even notice that he was there at all. He watched on with wide eyes as she stepped forward and kicked a heavy foot into the feral Alpha's exposed chin. The man slammed back down on his side and groaned in pain, clawing at his now disjointed jaw with renewed whimpers.
"You little punk!" She boomed down at the injured boy-- her tone nasally and thick from gurgling blood. "You broke my fucking nose! What the fuck is wrong with you? Shit...fuck...for christ's sakes...my fucking nose...goddammit."
Holy fuck, Haiime cringed as he raked his gaze down to the man, that kick looked wicked heavy. Much too heavy to come from a woman that weighed so fucking little.
Across the field, he heard Kuroo bark a few orders at Bokuto and Yuji and the two unmated housemates widened their positions to defend the seven meter perimeter of the shed. For now, they were behaving, but Hajime wasn't sure how long that would last for. Then, Kuroo jogged forward, growling under his breath as two interested Alphas began staking out the metal structure from the right.
Hajime's eyes quickly darted over the vicinity, counting the enemies on hand. He had to work hard to smell around Suga's heated fragrance, but he was certain that there were two Alphas on the far side of the shed-- too interested in the prize within to care about his group's presence. On his right, there were two new Alphas, scouting out the place with devilish eyes, and on his left, he spotted three interested parties that Yuji was holding in his line of sight.
Next to him, Kuroo grumbled under his breath and ran a nervous hand through his black locks. "You know," the rooster said, taking a subconscious step in front of Miyo to protect her. "Now would be a good time to flaunt your terrifying scent, professor."
"Oh please , Kuroo," Miyo replied with a dismissive wave of her wrist. "We've been through enough together to drop the formalities. Call me Miyo."
Hajime would have fallen over in a laugh if the situation wasn't so tense. The raven women was as poised as a bourgeois, but swore like a pirate-- and fought like one, too.
Miyo coughed slightly and spat a thick ball of crimson spit into the grass at her feet. "And unfortunately, my dear, my scent doesn't seem to work like that," she asserted with a bloody smile that churned Hajime's instincts-- she was a part of his pack and he didn't like her injuries in the slightest.
Kuroo chuckled before unleashing a hearty growl at one of the stalking Alphas on his right. "Okay. Soooo, how does it work, then?"
Miyo rolled her eyes around in their sockets, trying to cope with a sudden rush of pain from her damaged nose. Then, the shook her head and shrugged apologetically. "Honestly, I haven't the foggiest."
Hajime couldn't help but grin at their ridiculous mess of circumstances, and at the professor's frilly choice of language. The women bounced between old English phrases and curse words on the flip of a dime. "Well," he offered with a quiet sigh. "At least you and Oikawa still have those delicate fists to fight with. You'd better put them to good use because we're kind of screwed right now~~"
"I'm sorry, but did you..." Miyo started, but trailed off to cock a manicured eyebrow in Oikawa's direction. "Did your mate just call my fists delicate?"
"I mean, I would've said dainty, but whatever," Kuroo chimed in with a sly chuckle and Miyo smacked him across the back of the head.
"We're not that familiar yet, rooster boy," she remarked, but her lips were curved in her own, humorous smirk. Kuroo laughed again and held out his hands as the raven woman prodded at his side.
Oikawa grinned at the affair, then flicked Hajime in the side of the temple. "You trying to provoke us into fighting, lover? Are you sure that's wise? We're such weak little Omegas~~"
"Oh, please. We both know that you're going to do it anyways," Hajime said with a snort. "I might as well get some humor out of it."
It was all talk. He was actually truly terrified of Oikawa fighting-- or of Miyo fighting, for that matter. Ukai would rip out his entrails if anything happened to-
Well, shit . Something had already happened. Her goddamn nose was already broken. He was so, so dead...if they made it out of this alive.
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