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Japan is a dull place, sterilized in the rules that govern it now, but it has never lacked beauty, in the excess of human luxury. And for the Japanese, the traditional and the old-blooded men, one of the places of the greatest pleasure, are hot springs. Ishibashi Kenjiro is one such man, and in the free period of August when the schools are out and he has no duty to wrangle kids, he takes immediate advantage. But he is not alone, he is with an old friend, sharing sake and sharing laughs. Hatake Tabuchi, someone Kenjiro admires and looks up to a lot, and someone who he comes to for help and advice more often than not.
In this place, Kenjiro can relax and let go. But even smiling and laughing, flushed drunk, Tabuchi notices that he holds himself stiffly and doesn’t let him squirrel out of interrogation.
"What's up with you, Ken-kun? You're not as excitable as usual."
Kenjiro's lips thin, sniffling from the dampness of the air. "Ah, it's nothing. Just this year's new batch of students."
"They giving you a hard time? Seriously, I swear kids these days are becoming more unruly as time goes by."
"Well, while that's true in general, this time, it's just one kid giving me a headache," Kenjiro admits, scratching his scruffy beard.
"Ah, someone new to the club?"
Kenjiro reluctantly nodded. His face is already aged, but now it sags at the mention of this unknown student. "Yeah. We heard the kid was a prodigy, so we wanted to welcome him with open arms, but then we found out the kid was Omega."
Tabuchi laughs aloud. "What?! Don't tell me they're letting bitches in sport clubs now!"
Kenjiro shook his head. "I had no choice, the kid's good."
"If he's that good, why the long face?"
"While he's good, he's got no team spirit. He's a ball-hog and doesn’t work well with my boys. He's been in the club for over three months by now, but he never listens to our motto, our way of life." Kenjiro frowns deeply, displeased. "The National Football Tournament is in four months, but with that kind of person around, we'll never be number one. It's so frustrating."
Tabuchi sighs. "Kenjiro, listen." He grabs the soccer coach by the shoulders, looking him deeply into his eyes. "Boys like that need to be given a taste of the real world. Otherwise, they'll never learn their place. And an omega acting like that? Pah! He's just asking for a spanking!"
Kenjiro laughed. "If only. I've met a lot of omegas in my life as a teacher, but never one like him." The man shuddered, disturbed. "Acting all high and mighty like that will neither give him luck in football or attracting prospective mates."
"Say," Tabuchi hummed, curious, "What's the kid look like? You've got me interested now."
"Dark blue hair, blue eyes, kinda tall for an omega, around 170 cm, I think? Slim waisted—he's got strong, thick thighs, ugh—shame it's wasted on a brat like him."
Tabuchi's tongue swiped at his dry lips, smacking it in interest. "Sounds cute."
Kenjiro snorted. "Doesn’t act like it though."
"Ken, you're my friend and I hate seeing you this frustrated," Tabuchi empathized, "Let me have a go at this kid and he'll be exactly as he should be if he wants to survive in your club."
Kenjiro frowned, doubtful. "I don’t know. I already tried in the beginning. Kid didn’t flinch at anything I said. Even got the boys to teach him a lesson, but whatever Isagi-kun did, made the whole team give up and avoid him."
"Isagi, huh…" Tabuchi murmured and shuffled in the steaming warm water, cock swelling at the thought of breaking a headstrong, pretty bitch of an omega. "Ken-kun, I've decided. I'm going to fix this omega for you. When I'm done with him, you won't have to worry about your boys getting corrupted, or losing Ichinan's ideals to this devil."
"Tabuchi…"
"Trust me. Have I ever let you down?"
Kenjiro shook his head, smiling. "Not once. But still, this kid's not normal. I'd throw him off the team and be done with him, but he's the only omega in the club. I'd be accused of discrimination."
Tabuchi laughed loudly. "How absurd! They go to easy on omegas now. Back in our day, we made sure they knew who was the alpha in charge was and didn’t speak out of turn."
"It's a modern life these days…" the coach mused.
Both men left the hot springs when it became too hot too handle, wearing soft and comfortable bathrobes. Kenjiro gave a more detailed description about Isagi Yoichi, dropping personal information a teacher should never give about their underage students to random men. But there was nothing out of the ordinary here, as they have done this before, and have faced no consequences.
In this world, they are alphas. They are the privileged pillars of society, the top dogs of the food chain, the backbone and the strong guide. This is a position given only to the dominant dynamic, earned at the moment the presented into this world. With the heavy hand of bigger, stronger alphas, they have been fed crippling views about omegas all their lives, expectations on behavior and response. They have long stopped caring about the morality of these thoughts and actions. As long as they are never caught, they can keep going with their way of life, like many other alphas that take advantage of society's love for them. Neither of them are especially wealthy, but they are better simply because society deems them better.
Tabuchi is one such man that follows such philosophy.
Isagi Yoichi. Sixteen years old and a fresh face among the new batch of Ichinan's first years. One of the seven omegas out of eighty new initiated students. He's someone who's already well known and famous in Saitama, having won against acclaimed schools and beaten teams in Junior High. In whatever papers that have him issued, people are already calling him Saitama's up and coming striker; 'the one who remains undefeated.' Sakado Junior praised Isagi a lot, and in the beginning, Kenjiro said he mentioned Ichinan's team drooling after him once it came out he would be coming to their school.
Isagi Yoichi. A boy that lives with his beta mother and father. An only child. He walks from school to home, so that means Isagi is alone for quite a good time. He is a loner. He does not have close friends, but has been noted to be very kind and gentle towards other omegas.
Isagi Yoichi. Someone who omegas adore. Kenjiro told him how some of his boys say that nearly from the second Isagi Yoichi showed up, the omegas began to flock around him. Almost worship him, even. Any time you see him in the hallways, or the cafeteria, he always has a tiny, fluttery omega beside him, or several steps behind, as if they can’t stand walking equal to him.
Isagi Yoichi. Pretty dark blue hair, tall but with a petite frame, lips so plush and pink, you want to bite them. And his eyes, as blue as the sea, as blue as a lapis lazuli broken out of the earth. He was soft, delicate, a darling omega that welcomed touch but was wholly unapproachable. He was neutral to betas, but cold to alphas, and you didn’t have to look far to find him swayed to gentleness by the way he spoke and treated omegas.
So far, Isagi Yoichi is exactly what he thought he'd be and nothing close at all.
What took him by surprise was just how enthralling the kid was. The boy was pretty, so fucking pretty. Tabuchi has seen and fucked a lot of pretty omegas, but something about this kid was horribly enticing.
Why didn’t Kenjiro say he had such a lovely little creature sitting in his lap?
No wonder he was so conflicted; Kenjiro wanted him out, but he wanted to fuck the kid as well! And it looks like he had failed that first time around. Tabuchi sympathized well, but was ready to pick up his friend's slack.
Kenjiro threw a picture taken of Isagi to his desk, lost in the assortment he's been collecting in the week since he's learned of the boy. In that time, Kenjiro has learned a lot, yet for some reason, he wants to know more. He wants to learn everything. The room he's in is dark. The bin is overflowing, and the room smells like him; cigarette ash, red bean paste, with a hint of smoking depravity.
If there's one thing he didn’t find, it was an alpha presence in the kid's life. This was the one thing that bolstered Tabuchi's confidence and let him know this would be an easier target. It was always hardest to get close to omegas that had alphas already around them. If Tabuchi got too close, it would be too easy for them to detect a foreign alpha scent on them. Omegas were like sponges, after all. They naturally took the scents of alphas.
Tabuchi grinned.
He was going to enjoy his newest conquest.
For the last few days, he's been taking to following Isagi and learning which routes he took after getting off school. He had a preference for walking alone, but had company on random days with other omegas and a single beta.
He was always last to be alone though. So it was still perfect.
He's been thinking on how to do this, and concluded he couldn’t just take the kid while he was walking. No, too many openings. Instead, he had to get the kid to come to him.
And what a better way than to target one of his little friends?
It was so easy to manipulate omegas. They were cute, small, and dumb. Like pets. All you had to do tower over them and corner them, and they'll do what you want. His victim, a female omega by the name Yui, doesn’t stand a chance against him when he calls her cute and asks for her number. When he leans down, crowds her, drawls out a smile—dumb little Yui is trembling like a baby bird, tears in her eyes as she gives him her number. After that, comes his favorite part. It was typically either the longest or shortest, depending on the omega's mental strength. Edging out that fear, getting her to succumb to him so subtly she won't notice.
He asks her for a picture of her. A single one.
He asks and asks and asks. She can't block him, because he's already found her socials. Cute accounts for food and art. Her interests tell him she's an introvert, moldable. Predictable.
She sends one.
When he asks again, she sends another.
His threats are mild, read between the lines. You don’t want people to know you gave a guy like me your number right? They'll think you asked for it.
The pics get more intimate. Scared. The camera is shaky. It's too easy.
He likes females more, so this is a good bonus fap material, but he's got a mission and he won't get distracted from it. He keeps the pics, but starts to wonder about her friends to her: who are they? Are they are cute as you, Yui-chan?
And she's so scared, her fear delectable, but doesn’t say anything incriminating. It's cute how she thinks she can protect them.
Its only when he mentions the boy that the baby bird's attitude changes. Suddenly, she gets hostile. She threatens him to never approach Isagi. Her kanji is messed up, near unintelligible. He's strong and she's weak, so she'll never hurt him, but her claws are felt through the screen.
Tabuchi gets pissed off.
He threatens to blackmail her. If you ever speak like that to me again bitch, I'll leak your nudes to the internet. What'll you do then, huh?
The girl is terrified. There's no other word for it.
Pleaese don’t pelease please please please
Either you come to XXX like I told you, or you can send your friend.
No he's I cant I cant he's not someone like me I cant let him
Do I look like I care? I'll be waiting and I wont be nice if either you or he doesn’t come.
The messages stop, the girl spiraling in a whirlpool of fear and tears. She doesn’t want to go, clearly, so there was only one choice.
Tabuchi grinned wide, a terrible visages.
Either she gave herself up, or he betrayed her friend.
He'll go
Call the police and I'll kill you myself.
….
Seen.
Tabuchi roars in laughter. He throws his phone to the side, doesn’t even bother to reply. His pleased laugh gets choked out by moans, his hands working on his cock faster as he bends over his messy desk, grunting and groaning like a pig as he shoots thick ropes of cum onto the face of Isagi Yoichi. These are new pictures, and Isagi's eyes are so fierce, a fire lit in them that Tabuchi can't wait to smother out. He walked with purpose, rage, and these were the types of omegas he loved most.
He doesn’t doubt the omega will go instead of his precious friend. He was the rightious type, after all. He defended the weak and scorned the strong. Nothing would stop him from coming to Tabuchi himself.
In Kawagoe, there are many side streets, with dozens of stores all on top of each other, like weeds infested to bigger portions of weeds. With all of them huddled together, there's a mass of people in these places every day. But at night, they are quite barren. At night, with only the wind whistling through these cobbled streets, the mood is strange and a little scary. Tabuchi is waiting in one of these streets, with no other soul found. The windchimes clink against each other, the numerous flaps thudding like the crack of thunder.
At first there is no one, but then there's a shadow of a boy. This is the first time Tabuchi sees Isagi as close as he has. In the entrance of the side street, narrow and dark, clean, but monochrome, he is the brightest point. Haloed against the moon, he is beautiful.
"Are you the one whose been talking with my friend?"
His voice is soft, light, so airy a younger alpha would have floated to the sky. But Tabuchi is a man. An alpha in his prime. And he's fucked enough omegas to not be affected by their sugary sweet allure, bent them in half and scrambled their brains out of their ass. He's experienced enough to sidestep their coquettish tease, but this kid…
There's something about him that has Tabuchi's throat going dry. Has his pulse fluttering under his skin. Isagi walks slow, sure steps, closing in. He panics, suddenly, his instincts screaming to stop him, stop him now.
""Stop!""
Isagi shudders to a stop, his eyes widening for half a second before his hair falls over them, hiding them, head bent slightly forward. His feet are stuck to the ground, instincts heeding to Tabuchi's superior Alpha Voice. Without noticing it, Tabuchi's body relaxes, as if it has bypassed a threat he didn’t know existed.
Tabuchi's face breaks out into a leer, a treacherous grin that would make even the most hard-hearted betas take a step back.
""Come closer, Omega."" He all but croons, crooking a fat finger. Isagi obeys, walking up to Tabuchi. The second Isagi is close enough, the second Tabuchi gets a single whiff of his mild, clogged scent, Tabuchi harshly grabs Isagi's arm and throws him against the wall. Tabuchi shudders in excitement, sniffling loudly, but unable to get more than a curl of pheromone, a tease.
He clicks his tongue, his hands groping Isagi's sides, feeling his curves, the light muscles he must've worked hard to get with football. That's no good. Good omegas were soft and supple for their betters, had pudgy bellies and thin waists and fat tits to suck on.
"Seriously, Ken-kun will be pissed knowing I got you first, Isagi-chan~ Although it's to be expected, I was always the better alpha between us. Poor Isagi-chan, this is what you get for not knowing your place in our hierarchy. Now I have to make sure to remember this lesson for the future."
Tabuchi snorts like a pig, cock swollen through his shorts, weeping a stream knowing it would find a home in a new young body to fuck and break. Isagi's head leaned against the wall, mouth twitching, as if trying to speak. But, the poor little lamb, no omega could break out of an Alpha Command by him. Tabuchi's hands fell to his ass, cupping a greedy squeeze. Oho~ athletes sure had a package down there~
Tabuchi's scent rises in his excitement, and Isagi's nose tickles.
"Ah," Isagi mumbles, low. "I remember now. It's you, Red bean-san."
Tabuchi raises his head, frowning fiercely at Isagi speaking without permission. "Who the fu—“
There's a harsh kick to his gut that leaves him spitting out blood unexpectedly. He curls inward to protect his stomach, much like prey, and he isn't given a second to recollect his thoughts as a hand grabs him by the hair and tears out strands in spades with his strength.
""Stop it, Omega!"" He roars in anger, ready to punish this fucking bitch for the audacity to—
"I'd rather not."
A fist crashes against the alpha's face, breaking his nose and making blood spurt everywhere.
"Ah….ah…" Tabuchi's hand moves from his gut to his nose, shaking, a single open eye wide as they land in Isagi. Pristine, calm, Isagi. He kicks off the wall, looking down at him.
"You… you… didn’t…?" He doesn’t understand it. No. it's incomprehensible. To him, who has always won against omegas; those weak, pitiful fuck toys. How could an omega break out of his command?!
Isagi flaps his hand, his small, dainty hand, the knuckles split red with a grown man's blood. Isagi frowns, and glances at him before letting his gaze fall to his hand again. "Duh."
"H—how?!" Tabuchi screams, unhinged. "What kind of defective omega are you?!" He's shaking, shocked in hate.
Isagi's eyes go cold, so dead it makes Tabuchi's instincts scream. He's veered to close to some dangerous place, and the welling of panic in his gut lets him know it wasn’t a fluke at all the first time.
"Shut up. Shut up. Shut up, you absolute piece of shit. What right do you have to talk?" The omega's rage ignited, caught in a forest fire. Yet there was no blaze, no explosion. The rage burned cold, inhospitable, the kind that could shock you into death. He glared down at Tabuchi, as short as he was, as small—superior—he snarled, pink lips peeling back to expose his fangs—dangerous—and the alpha cannot escape his the direct path of his wrath. Those small, delicate looking hands curled into fists. "You threatened, sexually harassed and blackmailed my friend, and you have the gall to ask what deficiency I have?"
“Kuh! You—“
A fist crashes against his face again, battering it harder, ruthless. He can't breathe. His mouth is split, his teeth are cracked. Alphas are durable creatures, made better, made superior. He shouldn’t fall so easily to some omega child like this.
"You infect this world. You fuck up every good thing you touch because you believe you should have it. You look at a little girl and want to hurt her, and you think I'll let you?"
Tabuchi screams as a shoe digs into his crotch. He wouldn’t—he wouldn’t—
"Don’t assume to know me."
Under Isagi's heel, something goes soft, something breaks like ground meat, and the fallen alpha wails, chokes on his own blood and vomit. His arms swing, hoping to hit, wild, the narrow little street rotted with red bean paste and coppery coin iron. Isagi moves out of the way before the alpha's long arms hit, and as Isagi's breath rattles, a hitched little noise, the alphas arms grow weary like lead, an unnatural heaviness pushing him back down before Isagi to punish as he pleases.
"No, no! gahh!"
"You can still speak, should I rip our your tongue?" Isagi wonders, an eerie blankness in his eyes, in his scent, in his posture. He was an unfeeling void, corrupted into a hollow thing. Tabuchi has never feared for his life as much as now, at the mercy of this boy. "You can still see, should I gouge your eyes?"
The rotten alpha with the rotten scent whimpers, curling into himself, half-dead with pain. The torture is luminous. (It's nothing to what Isagi had to bear.)
"Hu… r…ts… ukkk…"
"Hurts? It hurts? Do you even know anything about pain?" The omega asks, something brittle in his tone, something old and festering. "Omegas are born with pain, and they stay quiet, stay obedient to not attract any more pain. Do you think you can handle as much pain as an omega? Do you?"
"Ah… ueuh… kr…anh…"
Isagi's eyes are a gap in between stars that make up the sky, the uncountable emptiness. And like any incomprehensible phenomenon, there exist a feral border to it that frightens a man into silence. "Why not? That's why you were looking at me, all this time, isn't it? To teach me about the world you love to infect?" Isagi grabs Tabuchi's hand, never looking away from the man. "Did coach tell you about me? Did he say to rape me, the unruly, tradition-breaking omega of Ichinan's soccer club?"
In the next second, Tabuchi's pinkie is dislocated from its socket, punching out another tortured wail. Tabuchi can't handle more.
"Well? Tell me."
Snap. Snap.
A second. A third.
Tabuchi sobs. Isagi smiles.
"Red bean-san, I'll be the last omega you target."
Small, dainty, bloody hands wrap around the alpha's neck. He has to use both to cup the whole length of Tabuchi's throat. A tightness presses against his windpipe, insistent, unrelenting, and his single, seeing eye widens. He can’t speak, but his mouth forms the words he wants to say. Please. Please. His struggling gets shorter, weaker, and the omega doesn’t stop. The blankness hasn’t disappeared.
Forgive me.
(Under the filth and the rot, Isagi breathes for the first time.)
"—Isagi—senpai! Isagi-senpai, it's—okay now!"
A voice breaks through the haze of Yoichi's fractured mind.
"He's—already…! So—please!"
Delicate arms holds him, soft hair falling over his shoulder. A distressed scent like watered down lilacs drift over him, and Yoichi lets go of the alpha.
"Yui?"
"Isagi-senpai!" The girl cries against him. The pieces fall together. Yui. His friend who was being harassed and blackmailed by Red bean. She had come with him, just in case. He didn’t want her too, but she insisted.
"Oh." He sighs, his shoulders falling to the side. "Sorry, Yui, did I scare you?"
"Yes!!" She yells at him, tears in her eyes. "Why did you let him touch you like that? You should have stopped him immediately!"
"Um. He took me off guard," Yoichi downplays, waving her off. "His scent was so familiar, but I couldn’t put my finger on it until I got close enough."
"Are you okay?" Her bottom lip wobbles, a weak whimper spilling out. "I wanted to help, but I… I…"
He lifts a hand to pat her head, an automatic action, but stops when he sees the blood. Better not. Yui was still clean. Instead, he blows a raspberry. "I told you to stay out of it because I knew I could handle it."
Yui goes quiet. Hesitantly, she glances over Isagi's shoulder. "Senpai… is he dead?"
Yoichi is reminded of the body and moves to check it. With two fingers to the alpha's pulse, he waits for a hint of life. It's barely there, but, but Yoichi finds a slow thump, a desperate clinging to life. His eyelids lower. Even though he survived, he wouldn’t for long.
"He's alive. Barely, but alive."
Yui nods, bites her lip. Conflicted. Seeing her fretting, he gives her something to do.
"Yui, can you call Nao-chan for me?"
"Ah!" Yui jumps at attention. "Y—yes!" The girl takes out his phone, scanning for Nao's number and putting it to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Nao-kun," Yui smiles, wobbly. "Um, me and Isagi-senpai went to meet with the alpha we told you about—"
"You what?!"
"And senpai went a little overboard. Can you come help?"
Isagi sighs as he hears Nao curse up a storm, making Yui cringe.
"Is he dead?" He asks urgently.
"Almost," Isagi quips in, almost cheekily.
There's a sigh and then a grumble. "You want him to be?"
Isagi quiets. Then, the shadow of a smile blooms to a half point of his face. "Doesn’t matter what I want. Let's just leave for now."
"What if people find the body and your prints on him?"
Yoichi snickers. "I'm a hundred percent sure. I can promise you his body will disappear by the morning."
"…I don’t know how you know these things, but you better be right, you reckless Prime."
Yoichi takes the phone from Yui, bringing it up to his ear. It gets messy, with the blood, and Yui makes a noise seeing the blood smear to more places. "I'm always right, Nao-kun. Besides, it sounds like you were expecting me to ask you to hide the body."
"Knowing the trouble you attract, I'm always ready for such an outcome."
"So if it was for me, you’d do it?"
His dear friend's voice goes soft, venerating, "Of course."
Yoichi pushes down the feeling that tone dredges up and chirps. "Right. I also need a shower. I snuck out of my house for this."
"Yui, keep an eye on Isagi-san for me, I'll be there in a bit."
"I don’t need a babysitter—"
Nao hangs up. Yoichi pouts.
"Isagi-senpai," Yui glares at him cutely, her cheeks puffed up, "We're gonna get those wounds fixed, so don’t complain if we scold you more."
"Ah. I'm hurt. I don’t want to be scolded by you, Yui-chan…"
Isagi's eyes slid to the half-dead body, a hazy sheen fogging his blue eyes before he blinked. He turned away. This little episode will be over in a moment.
Nothing will matter afterwards.
Yui blossoms back into herself, the problem no longer ruling her conscience.
Ichinan's coach is seen several days in a row in deep distress, but no one knows why.
Yoichi brings a transfer paper to the faculty office, hoping to go to Omiya instead. Yoichi has no use for Ichinan anymore. Even if Omiya is less acclaimed than Ichinan, Yoichi will simply create the soccer he wants to play instead of settling.
(In the morning, a body is never found.)