Untitled Part 54
Chapter Fifty Four: Heartbeats
Tsukishima~
When Tsukishima arrived at the expansive park, bathing in the orange light of the sun, it looked to him like all hell had broken loose. He was quick to spot the metal maintenance shed, in fact, it was pretty hard to miss with all of the chaos surrounding it. To the right, there was a large cloud of grey mist that instantly drew his eye, and he quickly pegged it as a massive amount of Alpha spray by the burning scent of it. He couldn't make out if anyone was inside the toxic cloud, but if they were, god help them.
He quickly raked his analytical gaze over his housemates nearest the shed, then darted his eyes to the left where Yuji was smartly fighting outside the seven meter radius. He needed to make a quick decision on where he was best needed. While he had a lot of concerns with the inner defenders, struggling to keep feral Alphas at bay, he knew that he couldn't offer them any legitimate help. He was already antsy, smelling Suga's scent through the heavily concentrated air of the park, he couldn't risk getting too close. He glanced to the right once more and, satisfied that the toxic Alpha spray was enough defense in itself, he tossed his stolen bike to the grass and jogged towards Yuji-- the only obvious place he could lend some assistance.
His scrappy teammate looked like he had been through the ringer. His usual, energetic body language was sluggish and he seemed to be fighting against his own legs just to stand up straight. His slumped shoulders moved up and down as he took in deep breaths of air, trying to fight back against his bodily exhaustion. The grass around him was strewn with two unconscious Alphas-- the female was in much better shape than the male. It seemed to Tsukishima that Yuji had held some sort of vendetta against the male, with his swollen face bruised to such extremes. He grimaced at the unconscious man's injuries as he jogged past him, towards Yuji, then he looked forward at his soon-to-be opponents. Three. Three nearly feral, or possible fully feral, Alphas against him and a very beat up Yuji. There was no way they would be able to win, not with those terrible odds. His eyes narrowed at the largest of the bunch, and he nearly snickered when he saw the man's uniform.
A Campus Security officer, really? Did they not train them for situations like this? How irresponsible.
"Glad...to...see...you," Yuji panted out as he approached. "The one of the left...he's good. Can't beat him. I haven't been able...to even land a punch. Also...security officer."
"I can see that. And can you beat any of them, really?" He chirped back and, after receiving a vicious stare in return he added, "In your state, I mean."
Yuji was quiet for a moment, staring at their opponents with unchecked fury in his hazel eyes. "No. But I'll fucking die trying."
Tsukishima opened his mouth to respond with a cheeky, stabbing remark, but decided against it. He knew that every word out of Yuji's mouth was deadly serious and he could hear the hidden desperation behind the resolute tone. He could almost feel the scrappy Alpha's anxiety over Yachi, his new Omega, and his stress over the well-being of the pack as a whole. All of the inner turmoil that Tsukishima was feeling, and fighting tooth and nail against, Yuji had fully embraced. He wasn't sure whether the kid was a fool, or a bigger man than he was-- he didn't have the time to contemplate the matter.
"Did you bring anyone else?" Yuji asked, his voice strained by a low growl.
"No," Tsukishima replied with a curt shake of his head. "Nobody."
"That's a shame...I guess you're always alone any..." Yuji started, but cut his final words short when his gaze flickered further back to yet another approaching Alpha-- one that Tsukishima immediately recognized.
His blood began to boil, seeing the man's face again-- Jacky, the Alpha who had openly attacked Nishinoya, right in front of him. The man who had attacked him in his own damn territory. As Jacky jogged forward, he moved to the left to run in a large semi-circle, away from the three feral Alphas, and Tsukishima furrowed his brows.
Why had he chosen to approach from the side? Was he looking to sneak past to get to the shed?
"Yuji," Jacky called out with a guttural growl as he closed the distance between them. "What the fuck is all of this? Is that Omega yours?"
Tsukishima immediately moved to launch at the man, but stopped short when the feral security guard moved forward to take advantage of his upset. Yes, wanted to tear Jacky's black hair from his head, but he forced himself to take in a few deep breaths and think calmly. He and Yuji needed to stay in their right minds and band together if they were going to find a way through this-- if they wanted live to see another shitty day.
"Yes. He's ours," Yuji snarled back, his tone hostile that still seemed somewhat welcoming of the potential help. "If you want him, I'll slaughter you before you can take another step."
Jacky slowed his approach at the verbal challenge and held up his hands. "I'll help. Control. I have it," he replied with a hearty rumble from his throat.
Tsukishima knew that the words were choppy from the Alpha's over-eager instincts-- set off by Suga's heated scent.
Help...help?! When the man could hardly speak in full sentences?
He could feel his own throat rumble out with furious discontent at the very idea of Jacky helping them. He was not going listen to a single word out of the man's twisted mouth. Without another thought, his instincts lurched up and his body moved with them, propelling him forward towards Jacky with a vicious snarl. Before he could reach the source of his rage, the large security guard outpaced him, crashing into him with force. His body slammed into the hard earth, but he was quick to jab out a defensive elbow at the man's temple. After he made impact, he writhed his body about, trying to dislodge himself from beneath the Alpha's heavy weight when suddenly, the man was yanked off. He staggered to his feet, sucking in large breaths of air and his darkening eyes snapped over to Jacky-- now struggling against the much larger, feral Alpha.
"TSUKISHIMA!" He heard Yuji roar out from behind him, but he the call didn't register in his brain. It was still trying to analyze the strange thing that had just occurred.
Why, why did Jacky help him? How did one of the most disrespectful Alphas he had ever met...have so much control over his feral nature...around an Omega that he held no allegiance for?
"FOR CHRISTS SAKES! TSUKISHIMA! GET THAT ONE BEFORE THEY GET TO THE RADIUS," Yuji cried out, his voice frenzied and guttural. When Tsukishima remained frozen in place, fists balled at his sides as he fought through his riled up instincts, Yuji roared out again. "YAMAGUCHI. SHED. TSUKISHIMA, YAMAGUCHI!"
Yamaguchi...in the shed.
Tsukishima's logical mind snapped back in an instant and his feral nature cascaded down upon him in a stream of possessive howls. He swiveled on his feet and pushed his body into a full sprint to catch the fast moving Alpha-- beelining it towards the metal shed. With his longer legs, he catapulted forward and tackled the smaller woman into the grass, lashing out at her face with his fists. He knew that Yuji wouldn't be able to keep his own opponent at bay for long-- the poor kid could barely keep his body upright. He would have to make quick work of his opponent to help his teammate-- if they wanted to keep their enemies away from Suga...and from Yamaguchi.
In that moment, as he heaved attacks at the female Alpha pinned beneath him, he came to one, terrible conclusion. It would be wise of him to put a bit of faith in Jacky. The very notion made his blood run ice cold, but he resolved save his anger until after they had safety extracted Suga and the Omegas from the terrible mess. If Jacky decided to suddenly switch sides, they might be forced into an uneven position...but did he really care? No, he was almost hoping for it. If that came to pass, then he could actually slaughter the man. Afterall, Jacky was a decent stand in for the true source of his Alpha fury-- Emon.
Keiji~
There was banging, scratching, and scraping sounds echoing from all sides of their metal prison-- it was almost deafening. Yamaguchi and Yachi were visibly shaking with anxiety, and Keiji was close to devolving into a similar state of panic. He was trying his best to keep it together for his nestmates, but he had no idea what was going on outside the shed, let alone how they were going to get away safely. Especially now that things had devolved as much as they had. He didn't know how many feral Alphas were outside, he couldn't smell anything aside from Suga's overbearing heat, and some small whiffs of Alpha spray. However, from the noise alone, he figured that it was a lot more than they bargained for.
He knew that Oikawa had arrived around twenty minutes ago. He had been graced with a very brief phone call before the chestnut Omega had to hang up in a hurry-- probably to jump into an unprovoked fight. If his nestmate had managed to bring most of their house members, then maybe, maybe, they had a shot of getting Suga out safely.
"I...need..." Suga moaned into his hearty embrace, quivering against his abdomen. "Please..."
"I know, Suga, I know," he replied in his best, motherly tone, trying to keep his voice level. "Just hang on, okay? Just hang on for a bit longer." He continued to rub Suga's sweaty back in small circles, then snatched his phone off of a nearby crate. After clicking it on from the side, he dialed every housemate on his list, but received no responses until he reached Shoyo's number. "Shoyo? Hello?"
"Hello?" A chipper, yet hesitant voice rang out on the other end of the line-- likely picking up on the subtle notes of panic in his voice.
"Where are you," he demanded in reply, adjusting Suga's warm body in his small lap.
"We...just finished practicing volleyball. It was so weird, Daichi just-"
"Where is Daichi?" He interrupted, wanting to know if Suga's perfect match still had a stake in things. If the worst came to pass, then maybe Daichi would be around to claim Suga before anyone else could.
Even after the brief interaction, he plainly aware that Shoyo, and likely Tobio, had no idea what was going on at the park, but he didn't want to pull his ginger nestmate into the dangerous situation. They were already in over their heads. He didn't have the heart to put any more lives on the line than he already had.
"He just sort of...I dunno...stormed off? Around twenty minutes ago, it was really weird..." Shoyo responded, his tone growing more suspicious. "Is...is everything okay?"
"Everything is fine. I have to go. I'll see you later," Keiji rattled off quickly and ended the call before he could hear any sort of response. He felt incredibly guilty for his decision to keep Shoyo in the dark, but he didn't have time to contemplate his morals. They needed to figure out just what the fuck was going on outside of their god forsaken prison. "Yachi," he continued, directing himself to his terrified nestmate. "Call Oikawa until he fucking picks up. Yams, you call Miyo. I'm talking, over and over, until one of them responds, you got that?"
Yamaguchi murmured his understanding before a loud clang rattled through the shed, followed by a ferocious roar from what Keiji recognized as Kuroo. Yachi yelped, dropping her phone to the dirt floor before nodding vigorously at his request. She scrambled to her knees and grabbed at her phone with shaky hands. Keiji grimaced at the frightened tears in her honey-coloured eyes. He was close enough to her to smell that her fear was more for Yuji and Suga, than for herself. Already, he thought, his mouth set in a hard line, she already had this much of a bond with Yuji, to know that he's out there fighting for her.
Suddenly, Bokuto's face flickered across his mind and he couldn't help but smile at it, thinking about the owl's dramatic, cocky grin. Was he outside fighting for him, too? It wasn't long before the happy idea turned to ashes in his mind. If Bokuto was outside, he was definitely going to get injured in all the chaos-- maybe even killed. This wasn't a normal brawl, this was a fight to claim an Omega in heat. Keiji's gut twisted into a mess of nausea and anxiety at the very notion of losing his Alpha. He had grown so attached to the owl, he couldn't imagine going on in life without him. For a few minutes, he stewed with the tragic feeling as he fiddled with the sweaty ends of Suga's silver hair. Then, he forced himself to take in a deep breath and store his emotions away. He needed to be a leader, and a leader couldn't afford to have those kinds of thoughts. Not right now.
Oikawa~
Every fiber in Oikawa's being was screaming at him to help his mate against his opponent, but he wasn't in any position to offer assistance-- no matter how badly he wanted to. Hajime had been engaged in a vicious brawl with a large female Alpha for much longer than Oikawa was comfortable with. Each time she landed a blow on his body, it felt like a dagger to Oikawa's fast-beating heart.
With the help of Miyo, he had dispatched two, less dominant Alphas-- the second of which had blown his large canister of Alpha spray right from his hands. Now, he and Miyo stood in front of a grey cloud of toxic spray...and Bokuto was somewhere inside of it-- something that made him sick to his stomach to even think about.
"We have to get him out," Miyo asserted as she rose up from atop the unconscious, female harpy. "You know what happens when this much spray is-"
"I know," Oikawa interjected, more harshly than he had intended. He was furious with himself for being so irresponsible with his spray-- for allowing Bokuto to suffer the consequences of his actions.
"Every Alpha in there will be down for the count, but this much chemical will affect us too," Miyo said carefully, implicitly understanding that the true source of Oikawa's bitterness was with himself. "We need to get them all out."
Oikawa grimaced, then nodded without taking his eyes off of the gaseous cloud. Miyo extended a hand, stained crimson from holding her broken nose, and he took it. Together, they stepped into the mist, pinning their shirts against their noses as an extra precaution. Oikawa's hazel eyes began to water from the chemicals and he drew in shallow breaths through his nose-- not wanting to take in any of the toxins through his mouth.
They stumbled upon a female Alpha first, one with long pink-hair. Miyo released his hand and gestured to the woman, indicating that she would pull her out to fresh air while he continued to look for others. He nodded his understanding, wiping his blurry eyes with the bottom of his turquoise shirt. He didn't even spare his professor another glance before he quickly wandered off in his own direction.
The air was so concentrated that he could barely see even a few feet in front of him. He wasn't sure how long he meandered through the heavy fog, but eventually, he stumbled over a dense object that hurt his foot-- Bokuto. The owl was lying, face down in the grass, supremely unconscious and very injured. With great effort, Oikawa flipped over his heavy body and nearly cried out at what he saw. Bokuto's skin was deeply scratched, likely a side effect from fighting against the vicious, long-nailed harpies, and the open wounds were seeping out clear liquid-- almost as if they were boiling from the chemicals that was coating them.
In an instant, Oikawa was assaulted by a crippling rush of guilt and a few tears streamed down his now-oily cheeks. After a few moments, he shoved the feeling off with a shake his head, swirling the heavy fog around his chestnut locks. Then, he reached his hands beneath Bokuto's armpits and began to trudge backwards. The owl was heavy, much heavier than Hajime, but Oikawa could feel fresh adrenaline coursing through his veins, giving him the strength he needed. He grunted and groaned as he dragged the owl's limp body towards safety, all the while praying the the man would make it out mostly unscathed-- or at the very least, alive. When at long last, he noticed the mist beginning to dissipate around him, he gained a renewed burst of energy and yanked harder, ignoring his screaming muscles as he did so.
He tumbled backwards, bringing Bokuto's unconscious form with him, into a fresher region of the park. Sitting up on his haunches, he took in starved breaths of air, trying to gather himself before pulling the owl further back towards the curb. "Bokuto," he asked softly, patted the owl on his scratched up cheeks. "Bokuto please wake up...fuck...come on."
When Bokuto remained in his silent state, Oikawa leaned forward to listen for a heartbeat. Fresh tears poured down his cheeks when he heard the sound of its soft pounding, and he let out a hiccup laugh of relief. Then, he leaned back and took in the scene before him. Miyo was struggling to drag another female Alpha out of the far side of the fog, but she seemed to have everything under control. Near the shed, he was happy to see that Hajime had finally gained an upper hand on his female opponent, but Kuroo was taking shots to the abdomen from a feral, beast of a man. Oikawa glanced at Bokuto, guilt-ridden, but moved to stand. They still hadn't gotten Suga out, and Kuroo needed help. He had to go.
As he jogged towards the shed, his eyes flickered towards the left side of the park where Yuji had championed against more enemies than he could count. He let out an early sigh of relief, seeing that Tsukishima was now in the fray, but sucked it back in when his eyes landed on Jacky.
Jacky...battling it out against a member of their Campus Security? In their...defense?
He thought he had seen it all. He almost laughed at the ridiculous situation, but quickly realized that, if members of the Campus Security were beginning to arrive, it would not be long before the police showed up, too. If that happened, Suga would really be screwed. They needed to keep his identity a secret at all costs, and that would only work if the only people involved were the members of their household, and feral Alphas with foggy minds-- not trained officers with anti-heat gear. Suga would be charged with a lifetime of fines or, given how big the incident had become, he might be hit with a hefty prison sentence.
Oikawa was not going to have that. No way in hell was he going to lose one of his best friends to something so stupid.
He renewed his quick jog towards the shed, careful to avoid the toxic mist. As he neared the metal box, he increased his speed and rammed a heavy elbow into one of Kuroo's attackers. Before he had the chance to regain his footing and engage with an enemy, a familiar voice called out to him. "Oikawa!"
He snapped his head towards the source and his eyes lit up when he saw Yachi's flushed face-- peeking out from a portion of torn down metal. The hole was just barely large enough to see his nestmate's eyes, but it was enough for him to breath in a sigh of relief. They were still okay, they were still mentally holding it together-- for now.
"Give me a second, okay? We're going to figure something out," he quickly replied, granting the small girl with his best smile.
"We've been trying to get a hold of you forever you fuck!" He heard Keiji's irritated voice chimed in from somewhere in the shed. Then, the icy Omega gentle pushed Yachi out of the way and met Oikawa's gaze with narrow, frenzied eyes. "Where the fuck have you been?"
"I'm sorry. Things got out of control. We're going to get you out in the next five minutes," Oikawa asserted after briskly checking his surroundings for new enemies. Kuroo was holding down the two feral men, for now, but he knew that wouldn't last long.
"Oh yeah? You have a fucking plan or are we just winging it, cause you've had more than enough time to-"
"Don't. Don't do that. It's a fucking mess out here, I haven't been able to-"
"Fine. Just get us the fuck out of here, Oikawa."
Oikawa shoved down his growing panic and gave his snarky nestmate a tough nod. "I know. Look, I don't care about the shitstorm around us. I know that we need to get you the fuck out of there. Things are only going to get worse, not better."
"Worse?" Keiji sarcastically remarked, narrowing his gunmetal blue eyes. "How could this possibly get any worse. They're already tearing down the fucking shed around us. And where the fuck is all this Alpha spray coming from? How much did you guys fucking use?"
Oikawa's mouth set in a hard line. He almost let slip everything that had happened with Bokuto, but smartly decided against it. He wasn't worried about Keiji being angry with him, he had fucked up and he deserved to get reemed out for it. The truth was, he had kept his mouth shut out of concern for the boy's mental state. Keiji excelled at hiding his emotions, but Oikawa was equally good at picking up on them-- he could tell that the kid was fraying at the seams. He didn't need to know that his Alpha was unconscious and heavily injured, it would only worsen hit panic further. "Police. They're going to be here soon. So we need to get you guys the fuck out of here."
"Fuck," Keiji cursed, then quickly glanced over his shoulder at his fellow shed-mates. "Fucking fuck. Get us out of here, then!"
Oikawa nodded his agreement, eyes darting between Kuroo's losing battle and Keiji's frantic eyes. "Five minutes. Five minutes and I'm going to bang three times on the door, okay? Open it, then and run like mad to the curb. Have your Alpha sprays ready, too."
"No. Fucking. Shit."
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