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Regardless of what anyone says, Satoru is the best damn foster parent there is.
Here he is, raising a pup - an omega pup at that - all on his lonesome while also balancing his successful career as a businessman. The term businessman can mean a lot of things but in this case what Satoru is basically saying is that he’s a crime lord; he sits at the head of one of the most ruthless organizations in the country. But that in no way should take away from the fact he is an amazing foster parent.
“Why are you giving me that look?” Satoru asks the grumpy pup who’s sending him death glares from the other side of the limousine.
Megumi, the orphan he took in after kind-of-sort-of killing his father during a gang war, crosses his tiny arms and frowns harder. “We missed orientation,” he says in a mousy voice. “None of my teachers will even know who I am now!”
“Don’t be dramatic. You’re on their rosters. Of course they’ll know who you are.”
In the back of Satoru’s head he’s trying to figure out what in the hell Megumi is talking about. What orientation? If there was something on his calendar, Megumi’s nanny, Amanai, was supposed to stay on top of that. She’s also supposed to be dropping Megumi off for his first day of first grade, not Satoru, but she’s at home sick with the flu.
The only reason why Satoru never took Megumi to daycare in the past was because, as he already stated, he’s a businessman. A very busy one at that. He also can’t risk his many enemies learning about Megumi. He went through a lot last night to ensure his security detail was tight for this short adventure into what yakuza refer to as civilian territory.
“Okay, we’re here a little early so I’ll go meet your teachers now,” Satoru says looking at his Rolex. He has to go to the docks and check on a shipment in an hour. That should give him enough time to make sure Megumi gets a proper introduction. “Let’s go.”
The chauffeur opens the door for them. Megumi hops out first, his blue backpack flapping behind him. He has two plushies attached to it; one white wolf and one black wolf. He looks at his new school and smiles.
Satoru smiles too. He's happy whenever Megumi is happy because it seems to be so rare.
Then he remembers that he’s in a part of the city where he can’t have his tattoos on display. He opens the back door of the limo and takes out his blazer. He unrolls his sleeves and slips it on. Using the dark tinted windows, he checks to make sure his neck tattoos aren’t visible.
“All good,” he says to himself.
He tries to hold Megumi’s hand but Megumi snatches his hand away and scowls. Megumi is stand-offish in general but he’s also an omega. Omega pups are not fans of alphas outside of their fathers. Megumi may not know his father but he knows Satoru isn’t him.
Brushing it off, Satoru shoves his hands inside his pockets and they walk inside of the school where they’re greeted by the staff. Satoru meets the principal who is a short beta with a balding head and gentle eyes. The man helps Megumi figure out who his sensei will be. Technically he will have three teachers; one for his main studies, one for gym, and one for omega etiquette.
Young alphas and omegas have to take etiquette classes until the start of junior high. It helps if they understand their second gender better.
“Okay, your etiquette teacher is named Iori-san.” Satoru skims her information. “What in the hell does a beta know about omega etiquette?” He shrugs it off. “Your gym teacher is named Taichi-san and your homeroom teacher is-”
“Hello!”
Satoru looks up from the paper he’s reading and stares at the person who’s standing in front of him. His mouth goes dry.
“Are you Fushiguro Megumi,” a living, breathing goddess asks.
Dumbfounded, Satoru nods.
Megumi hits Satoru’s leg. “No, I’m Fushiguro Megumi,” he says with a little foot stomp.
“Then you are one of mine,” the person says. He smiles down at Megumi. “You can call me Geto-sensei. Would you like to see your cubby?” he asks.
His warm smile and soothing voice works magic on both Megumi and Satoru. Megumi nods, smiling faintly. Meanwhile Satoru is mentally beating himself up for missing that parent-teacher orientation. He had no idea teachers could be this fine.
Geto takes Megumi by the hand, and Megumi doesn’t pull away or show any discomfort. He allows the older omega to walk him into the classroom. Satoru follows behind them, his eyes glued to Geto’s ass because holy shit it’s stacked.
Even with the loose dress Geto is wearing, it’s obvious that he’s fine as wine. His long dark hair is pulled up into a semi-messy bun that has two hair pins poking out of them. Satoru wants to pull the hair pins out and see how long Geto’s hair is.
Satrou doesn’t even see omegas this fine in the Red Light District.
“You must be Megumi-kun’s guardian, Gojo-san, is it?”
Satoru is happy to have Geto’s attention solely on him. He smiles and bows. “That’s me,” he says, putting on a charming smile. He notices that Geto is only a few inches shorter than him. He’s short enough to have to look up at Satoru, and something about that is very attractive. “Excuse me if this is rude, but you’re pretty young for a teacher.”
“We’re about the same age, I believe. I could be wrong.”
“I’m twenty six,” Satoru says. He’s too young to be Oyabun in most people’s eyes considering a majority of his subordinates are pushing their forties.
Geto smiles. “You’re a year older than me.” He looks over to where Megumi is checking out the goodie bag that is inside of everyone’s cubbies. “I wished we could have met at the orientation. I had more time to speak with each parent privately.”
“Sorry about that. Work takes up a lot of my time.” Satoru thinks he was in his office counting cocaine bricks from a new shipment until like three in the morning when the orientation was held.
“I understand.” Geto looks at Satoru, his thin brows furrowing in concern. “I am told Megumi lost his father last year and his mother is no longer in his life. How tragic.”
“Tragic indeed,” Satoru says with a false, sympathetic smile. Yes, he killed Megumi’s father, and he’d probably do it again. But it’s not Megumi’s fault his father was a piece of shit. “I suppose it’s a good thing Megumi never really knew them anyway.”
“It can still be a lot on a child so young. I will do my best to accommodate him in any way that I can.”
“You’re a saint, Geto-san.” Beautiful, nice body, and a heart of gold. Not Satoru’s usual type but he’s still interested. “Could I give you my personal number by chance? You can call me if you ever need to.”
Geto looks surprised. “Oh, we already have a contact number on file.”
“That’s the live-in nanny’s cell,” Satoru says, opening his blazer to take out his card case. He takes out a card and hands it over. “Use this number to speak to me directly.”
“I will call if I need to,” Geto says.
Soon, other students and parents start to file in. Satoru also remembers that he has work to do. He tells Megumi that someone will pick him up after school and he tries to give the little brat a hug because Geto is watching them. But, of course, Megumi shoves him away.
Satoru laughs it off. “He’s going through a phase,” he says.
Geto chuckles.
Later that night, during the rare occasions that Satoru is able to sit down and have dinner, Amanai asks Megumi what he thinks about his new teacher. Megumi is not a child of many words but he does grace her with a reply.
“Geto-san is nice,” Megumi says. He smiles to himself, and for once he looks like an adorable kid and not a cynical little twerp. “He’s pretty, too.”
Finally, they can agree about something, Satoru thinks.
For obvious reasons, Satoru can’t take Megumi to school every day. A month passed before he has to do so again. Amanai’s boyfriend is visiting from university. Since she’s a good kid who helps Satoru out immensely he gave her the weekend off, including Friday.
Today, Satoru is still wearing his black, Armani suit and suede loafers from last night. In his defense, he was out until he had to return to his penthouse to pick Megumi up for school. He and his men were scouring the city looking for a mole who had been sneaking intel to their enemies. Satoru found the mole and well, he did what he does best.
Satoru is in a pissy mood this morning, though. He walks into Megumi’s school with a pair of shades on and a “leave me the fuck alone” grimace on his face. Oddly enough, Megumi seems to like him more when he’s like this. He supposes it’s better than his fake nice attitude that he uses in public.
“I’ll try to pick you up later,” Satoru says. They’re standing outside of Megumi’s classroom. “I may send Yuta to get you.”
“Okay.”
“Hey, Megumi!!” A ball of energy shouts as he runs up to where they are. “Do you want to see my new figurine?”
Megumi smiles. He actually smiles at someone outside of Amanai or his sensei. “Yes, Yuji.” He looks up at Satoru. “See you later.” Then he runs into the classroom after the pink-haired alpha.
Satoru never thought Megumi would make a friend. He even befriended an alpha. That’s surprising. He wonders if Amanai knew about this. He’s walking down the busy hallway, yearning for a latte and maybe even a fresh bagel when he runs into Geto.
“Hello, Gojo-san,” Geto says with that brilliant smile of his. “Long time, no see.”
“Yeah, sorry. Work…”
“That’s not all either.” Geto smirks, his purple eyes full of mirth. He makes a show of sniffing the air between them. “Long night?” he asks quietly.
Satoru smells of cigars, gunpowder, and probably blood. But the cigar smoke is strong enough to drown out the other two scents or at the very least numb their potency. “Something like that,” he says.
“At the very least you were able to get Megumi to school on time,” Geto says as he walks toward his classroom."You still did your best!"
Usually, overly positive people are irritating, but Satoru’s heart thuds and his previous attraction toward Geto triples in that moment. He looks over his shoulder, watching Geto walk off. It’s then that he realizes that Geto’s hair is down today. It’s long, stopping right above the ass that looks even better than it did the first time Satoru saw it.
In another life, Satoru would be all over that. He would do anything to get Geto for even just a night. But even someone as despicable as him isn’t going to get wrapped up with his foster kid’s teacher. It’d be too messy.
Back in his limo, Satoru smokes a cigarette and makes some calls. He lets Yuta know to be on standby to pick Megumi up from school then he calls his lower-ranking men to have them run some errands for him. He gets his latte and his bagel then he goes home, showers, and crashes on the sofa.
Megumi is tucked into bed by the time Satoru wakes up later. Yuta made sure Megumi did his homework, ate, took a bath, and he even let the twerp stay up past his bedtime eating ice cream. It’s no surprise as to why Megumi likes Yuta. But even after all that, Satoru’s nap lasts long enough for him to miss most of it.
He checks on Megumi who is fast asleep in his bed, clutching on to his plushies. Then Satoru leaves to go to work. Yuta is keeping a watch on everything at the penthouse so Megumi will be fine. However, Yuta won’t always be available and Amanai wants to attend university too. She deserves to live out her youth, especially after losing her family at a young age.
Satoru knows he needs to stop living as a bachelor - a slut, honestly - and settle down. Megumi wants a mother, too. At least that’s what his previous sensei concluded from all of his old drawings.
One day, Satoru will get married out of necessity. For now, he’ll just make do.
In hindsight, Satoru probably should’ve ignored Toji’s dying wish.
Fushiguro Toji is Megumi’s father. He killed Satoru’s parents and is the reason why Satoru grew up alone with the weight of the world on his shoulders. Killing Toji is still one of his greatest accomplishments. When Toji asked him to take in his son, Satoru laughed in his face and spat on him. But then he went and found Megumi and took him anyway.
Satoru could have repeated the cycle and left Megumi and his step-sister to the hands of the fucked up child services system. But instead he paid for Tsumiki to live her dream overseas and he’s raising Megumi. Poorly, but it’s better than the boy being sold to an Omega House.
Six Eyes is one of the many establishments Satoru owns and uses as a front for nefarious reasons. It’s a nightclub that is packed every weekend. He has to look over the records before Collection week rolls around so he heads up the stairs to his office, ignoring the drunk and high clubbers.
“Boss, the siblings next door got their hands on some new merchandise,” one of his subordinates says as they follow behind him. “Do you want us to send one up?”
Next door, there are two siblings who own a high-end brothel. They pay their dues to Satoru and he offers them protection. Sometimes he samples the merchandise. But only when he’s close to his rut. He isn’t in the mood for any of that tonight.
“Don’t let anyone disturb me,” Satoru orders as he walks into this office and flips the lights on.
His office is sound proof so he works in a comfortable silence for about an hour before his peace is disturbed. He gets a call from one of his guys, and instantly he’s pissed off. This is where his fake smiles and false happiness doesn’t exist. Satoru is mean, unforgiving, and his temper is short when he’s working. Because that's how he has to be. He can't have anyone thinking he's soft.
“Didn’t I say that I’m not to be disturbed?” Satoru snaps into the phone.
His subordinate apologizes and tells him that someone keeps asking to speak with the “owner” and they’re not the usual person who comes around looking. Irritated, Satoru gets up from his seat and looks out of the wide glass window that has a full view of the club below. He finds where his subordinate is standing next to…
“Send him up,” Satoru immediately says. He ends the call and continues staring out the window.
He watches his subordinate head toward the stairs with the person keeping a safe distance behind them. Satoru can’t believe his eyes. He thinks he must be imagining things. Once he loses sight of the two, he sits back down at his desk and waits. He is certain that that isn’t who he thinks it is.
The door to his office opens, his subordinate roughly shoves the person inside, and Satoru instinctively gets pissed at their actions.
“Watch it!” Satoru barks, startling his subordinate and the person.
“Sorry, Boss-”
“Get out.”
His subordinate hurriedly takes his leave.
Satoru and the person stare at each other in shock.
“Well, well, well,” Satoru starts, “what a lovely surprise. What do I owe the pleasure, Geto-san?”
Slowly, Geto approaches his desk. He must be out of his fucking mind to show up here wearing a dress like that. The little black dress is short, tight, and thin-strapped. Geto’s arms are muscular as well as his thighs and legs but his curves are soft and his face is really pretty. He’s the kind of omega that an alpha in his position would kill for.
“You’re Oyabun?” Geto asks in shock. He sees the tattoos on Satoru’s sleeve and neck. The tattoos that were always hidden when Satoru took Megumi to school. “Does…does Megumi-kun know?”
“Nope.”
Geto looks relieved. But it’s short-lived. “So, this is the work that keeps you busy?” He looks disappointed. “I just thought you were a CEO or something.”
“You didn’t look me up?”
“Nothing came up. You’re not in the public eye.”
Sartoru smirks. “So, you did look me up. Why?”
Geto looks flustered. “You missed the parent-teacher orientation. I had no other choice.”
That’s bullshit. They both know it. Geto looked him up because he was curious about the young, handsome, and wealthy alpha who dropped his foster kid off at school inconsistently. Knowing that Geto looked him up makes Satoru very happy. But he doesn't show it.
“What brings you to the lion’s den?” Satoru asks. Only someone who understands how the criminal underworld works would come to a place like this looking for Oyabun.
Geto hugs himself, his mask falling apart. “I…I know that if someone comes to you directly and asks for a favor that you will grant it to them.”
“Only if I’m in a good mood and not without a price.”
“Are you in a good mood?”
“My mood improved when I saw you in that dress.”
Geto doesn’t react to the compliment, not physically. But he’s not unfazed. “What is the price for a favor?”
“Depends on the favor.” Satoru gets up and walks around the desk. He leans against the front of the desk, standing right in front of Geto. He stares down at him, thinking about how he wants to see what his ass looks in this dress. “What do you want from me?” he asks, cupping Geto’s chin.
Geto looks up at him. His eyes are lit with pride, but beneath that is silent submission. “My suitor has located me again. I need protection.”
“Suitor?” Satoru raises an eyebrow in surprise. “You used to be a bride in waiting?”
Brides in waiting are potential brides who Yakuza bosses kept on retainer.
The bosses set them up in nice homes, pay for their expenses, and court them. At the end of the process, one bride is chosen while the others have the “honor” of being a concubine. It’s kind of like sugaring but it’s way darker than that. Lots of grooming is involved because the brides in waiting are usually chosen before they turn eighteen. They’re not allowed to let anyone else touch them so a lot of them are virgins.
Satoru wants to know if Geto is a virgin. He doesn’t care either way but damn would that be something.
“It’s a past I tried to run away from but he found me,” Geto says. His eyes water. “Can you please help me?”
“Who is he?”
“Boss Kenjaku from the Chiba syndicate.”
Satoru’s eyes widen. “That sadistic nutjob?” Of course he knows who Boss Kenjaku is. They are competitors in the smuggling trade. “If you were meant to be his concubine and you ran, he’s going to want you dead.”
“I know that! He’ll kill me and every friend I’ve made here. Can you help me or not?”
The good thing is that Satoru’s syndicate is bigger and has more resources than Kenjaku’s. He could deal with a war against him. But no one wants to deal with a gang war. Losing money and resources is never ideal. He always prevents war if he can. He also isn’t going to risk starting a war for some pussy. Even if the pussy belongs to someone as beautiful as Geto.
Satoru isn’t going to turn Geto away, however. This is an opportunity he can’t pass up.
“That would cause an awful lot of trouble for me,” Satoru says. Using his thumb, he rubs Geto’s bottom lip. “What will you give me? You put on this dress for a reason. You wanted to use your body in your favor so is that on the table?”
Geto is taken aback by Satoru’s forwardness, but he also seems to like it. “If you give me protection…you can do whatever with my body.” He says that without a hint of fear but the fear is clear in his eyes.
Geto is very prideful and independent from what Satoru can tell. Offering himself like this must be difficult to do.
“I don’t pay for sex,” Satoru says, becasue he doesn’t. “I don’t coerce people to do it either.” Even though he easily could. “I can get it whenever I want so I don’t see the point.”
“I don’t have money. I’m not from an important family. Kenjaku-sama took everything from me.” Geto closes his eyes and a tear rolls down his face. “Not everything but he tried.”
Satoru wipes Geto’s face. “You do have something I need, however.” If he’s going to go against Kenjaku he needs something in return. Sex is out of the question. He’s not a fucking loser to even ask for it in exchange. “Megumi needs a mother. He likes you, too, so that helps.”
“You want me to be Megumi-kun’s mother?”
“I want you to come and live with us. You can still be his teacher but you’ll need to be more than that for him outside of school.”
That way Satoru can also protect Suguru better as well as allow Amanai to attend university. Megumi will get the attention he deserves, and Satoru will get to come home to a beautiful omega everyday. It sucks that omega won’t be in his bed but having Geto in his penthouse is good enough.
“That’s all?” Geto asks in surprise. “Do I have to…act as your wife, too?”
Satoru smiles. “I won’t be opposed to that. But it’s not required. Just think of yourself as a live-in nanny. I’ll even pay you.”
“You don’t have to pay me.”
“Then let me buy you nice things.”
Geto frowns in confusion. “I’m the one in your debt, though.”
“Damn, you’ve never been spoiled before have you?” Even though Kenjaku was supposed to spoil and pamper Geto he probably didn’t. He has a reputation for being cruel and abusive. “That’s part of the deal, Geto-sensei.”
“Please, don’t call me that. I don’t want to think of my students right now.”
“Then what can I call you? Geto-san isn’t good enough for us. We’re going to be mommy and daddy, after all.” He jokes.
Geto scowls. “I guess you can call me Suguru. It’s my given name.”
“Suguru,” Satoru whispers. He runs his fingers through Suguru’s hair before letting his hand fall. He puts his hands in his pockets to make himself behave. “Then do we have a deal?”
“You’ll protect me from Kenjaku-sama-”
“And get rid of him if needed.”
Suguru looks hopeful. As if that’s the outcome he really wants. But he refuses to just ask Satoru to kill for him. That's part of his pride. “All I have to do is live with you and Megumi and take care of him?”
“And…”
“And allow you to buy me nice things,” Suguru says with an eye roll. “That’s it?”
Satoru could add more, honestly. He could make it so that they slept in the same bed or made it so that Suguru allowed him to do sexual things to him whenever he wants. But that’s not his kind of thing. He likes obtaining his prize on his own. If he can’t do that then he’s just like the other scum.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Satoru walks back around his desk and sits down. “I can have my lawyer draw up a contract to give you peace of mind.” He lights a cigarette and offers one to Suguru.
Suguru sighs. “I do need a fucking smoke,” he mutters. He gets flustered from his slip up. “Thank you.” He takes the cigarette and stares at it. “I haven’t smoked in a year.”
“Then don’t do it. What do you normally do when you’re craving one?”
“I go running until my lungs hurt.”
That explains why his body looks the way it does. Satoru thinks about Suguru’s thighs cracking his neck and he feels lightheaded.
“My penthouse has a gym,” Satoru says. “You can move in tonight. I’ll take you to get your stuff tomorrow. Is that cool?”
Geto looks as if he has no other choice. He doesn’t. “That’s cool.”