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The day was cool but the sun was shining. The Central Markets were alive with tourists and locals alike – the Saturday sunshine breathing life into everyone. Couples hung off each other’s arms and families strolled through the streets, unconcerned with cars – the roads closed.
The Saturday markets were large enough to fit the town, and were a lively bustling event, especially in the very middle, where ferry rides, fishing boats and fish-feeding events were all the craze. It was the Port, a city by the sea – full of places to visit and people to see. But as the streets wound back from the marvellous bay and its rivets in the land, the sights became sadder, the roads covered with more litter, shops are little shadier.
Suga wound his way through the thinner crowds, sidestepping swishing coats and nimble fingers. His own long coat scraped the top of his combat boots – the dark brown fabric blowing the breeze. His silver hair caught the light and sparkled, and he silently cursed how much of a ‘stand-out’ he was in the crowds. He bobbed and weaved through the people.
“Excuse me! Senpai! Senpai!” A little voice jabbered as he passed a small green grocer. He knew it was directed at him, because as soon as the little voice had spoken, a small hand was gripping at his and leading him into the shop.
His first reaction was to flip the person onto the ground and put a bullet through their head for touching him, but he didn’t act on that thought. Instead he smiled down at the young boy, barely eight years old, and allowed himself to be lead to the counter of the shop
“Daddy, Mommy! Uncle Crow is here!”
A bonded couple were working at the till and looked up when they heard their child’s voice. Seeing the silver-haired man, their faces split into grins and their scents spilled happily over their bounds. The shop smelt pleasantly of birchwood.
“Suga-san.” The female omega smiled softly in his direction. She angled her neck in his direction, exposing the long lovely line of neck where her scent gland was located. Her alpha didn’t even growl, disappearing around the back of the store.
A few cm below her scent gland, a lovely small tattoo rippled black. It was a crow in flight, its wings spread wide. In the middle of its body sat five block letters, FOUND. It was a beautiful tattoo, that had weathered the ages well.
“Thank you so much for finding me Suga-san. I wouldn’t be here today if you haven’t.”
“Mary.” He purred happily, “I would save you again and again.”
She blushed. Her child ran around the counter and hugged her leg, he also had a FOUND tattoo on his neck. But it was fresh. Neither of them addressed it, knowing the event was recent in the young boy’s mind. They knew the trauma was as fresh as the tattoo. The little one had yet to present, but because he came from a poorer family, the East Side thought they exploit them. Suga felt a little stir of anger in his gut.
The alpha reappeared carrying a large paper bag of bulging items. He leaned in, pecked his wife on the cheek and then placed the bag on the counter, “I’m indebted to you Suga-san, you brought my wife back to me and my kid. If you ever need anything please come to us. My only regret is that we can give you food.”
“No, this is more than enough.” Suga wasn’t taken aback by the kindness, nor the thankfulness exhibited by the family. As he left the store, he could only feel content.
He wouldn’t classify his family as a gang, and he knew these people didn’t either. As he walked down the streets, venturing into the less tourist-heavy areas, getting pulled into more and more stores, loaded up with more and more gifts, he knew they didn’t. He knew that all these omegas, their related alphas, their families, he knew they were all grateful.
It was with these thoughts that he finally came upon his destination. It was a shady looking place, but rather large compared to the other stores he’d passed. The store front dissolved into the floors above – the living space of the owners. He stared up at the three-story building took a deep breath and entered Tiger’s Tattoos.
Three men were in the store, one manning the machines, one wincing in pain, the other watching on in abject horror. He recognised all of them, but only one saw him.
“Ah…” The large man who recognised him stopped applying the ink to the woman lying down in front of him. This man was an alpha, but he knew to be wary in front of silver-hair. Any man who could tame Ennoshita was a man not to be trifled with.
“ENNOSHITA-KUN YA BOSS IS HERE.” He yelled into the recesses of the shop.
Suga gave a small bow to the man, “Should I make my way into the back room?”
He received a nod, and quickly ducked his way across the store, bags bumping against his legs, avoiding the beds and needles. Tattoo prints covered the walls, but he had no need for them. All of his prints were in the back room, made specially and only for him.
“Boss.” Ennoshita greeted him as he got to the door of the back room.
The other omega had his black hair slick back, a cigarette hanging loosely out of his mouth. He looked completely different to when he was training, his body language gone from tense and on edge to entirely relaxed, oozing confidence. He was wearing the Tiger’s Tattoos company shirt, but had ripped the sleeves off, his arms free to move. His washed-out jeans were the only light item of clothing.
“Go on in and drop your stuff. Make yourself comfortable. I need to get the ink from the storage cabinet.”
Suga entered the back room.
A singular bed lay in the centre, lights set up around it, a swivel chair set carefully by its side. One wall was covered entirely with possible prints. All of them were different frames, different perspectives of crows. Putting his bags down in the corner, he approached the wall, thinking.
It had been their largest most dangerous raid yet. No, that hadn’t been the most important part. It had been about saving Natsu. And they had been successful. Therefore, the tattoo has to be large. But it can’t dwarf the others. It has to show the fierceness of the raid but the softness of Natsu. What to choose? His eyes skimmed over the wall, taking in each print. Some were small, some were large, some in flight, some perched. Some loomed over, other had talons outstretched ready to grab. It was that last category that seemed to fit the best.
He grabbed the five prints of crows that fit his criteria and weighed them up mentally, before deciding. It was the perfect timing as well, for just as he had made a decision the door opened, Ennoshita holding a tray with needles and ink.
“Suga-san have you chosen?” He asked, placing the tray on a table beside the bed. Ennoshita busied himself, getting the final aspects ready, turning on the harsh white lights – spotlighting the bed.
“Yeah. This one will do.” He handed it to the man. Ennoshita nodded in approval, “It suits the raid, and will be the perfect size as well to fit the small of your back.”
Suga took off his coat and hung it on a hook on another wall of the room. His white collared shirt rippled. He carefully undid the buttons. One by one, the shirt fell loose until he pulled it away, revealing an un-marred midsection, lean muscle rippling. And then as he turned to hang up his shirt as well, Ennoshita caught the full view of his handiwork.
Despite painstakingly crafting all those tattoos, the young tattooist was still blown away at the scope of the art, that and the contradiction between outlook and action. The Suga he’d seen interacting with other omegas was soft and motherly, but the Suga in his studio and in the field was a beast that no-one wanted to mess with. Even Oikawa, the fiercest fighter he’d ever seen – out of alphas and omegas alike – showed an immense amount of respect for the Boss.
Suga’s back was covered in different tattoos of crows, each one a new unique crow, a different pose, a different shadow. They were a black mass of bodies, all centred around three small red crows immortalised in flight. Ennoshita didn’t know the artist that had carved those tattoos in his back, but he knew the red ink wasn’t stock standard. A shiver rocketed down his spine.
“Let’s get started.” He tried to distract himself, “Is there any where that you want it? The small of your back will look good.”
Suga laid down on the bed, and the white lights illuminating the black ink under his skin. His chest shifted he breathed, the crows growing with each intake, “I want the crow on my right shoulder blade, talons pointing towards the bottom left.”
“It’ll hurt and put your right arm out of commission for a while.” Ennoshita spoke through the needle he held in his teeth. He was trying to find the right size for the outline. He would need to make the lines as crisp as possible.
“Don’t care.” He winced in pain as the first needled impaled his skin, “It’s not like I haven’t had a tattoo done.”
This was a pain he was willing to endure, a reminder of his sins but also his scores. All of which would pale in the face of his next task – removing the East Side gangs from existence. He hissed into the leather of the bed, as the needle drove deeper into his skin. Though, that being said, this part never got any easier.
- ••
Hinata wandered through the stalls. He still stank faintly of blood, but the happy scent of his sister beside him was surely enough to cover it up. He’d been given the day off, told by Oikawa that any remote smell of blood on him would set the found omegas off. Oikawa and Tadashi would spend the day tending to them, but it meant that he and Natsu would have to take the night shift. It wasn’t that bad of a deal, and it meant that they could wander the central markets.
Natsu tugged at his arm, “Shoyou, do ya reckon Suga-san getting his tattoos done?”
“Yeah of course, he’s a stickler for his rituals. Besides there’s no way that he wouldn’t after saving a cutie like you.”
She stuck her tongue out at him, smiling. There was a six-year age gap between them, but they bridged it pretty well.
“Can we get some honeyed fish? Please Sho?”
“Don’t ask me, I’m broke as hell.” He shook his head and looked up at the clouds, that were meandering by. The breeze caused him to shiver a bit.
“I’m still in school dumbass, I don’t have any money.” She snapped back, but there was no malice in her voice.
“You don’t even go to school. Do you know why?” Hinata turned to her, eyes sparkling, he was toying with her. He leaned in close, “Because we don’t have any money! Yay, happy days, money makes the world go around ‘Tsu. Thought that big ol’ sixteen-year-old brain could have figured it out.”
She struggled to find the words to retort back, settling for a weak, “Shut up, Shoyou.”
“Harsh.” He taunted back. Natsu puffed out her cheeks in annoyance and Hinata conceded, knowing that to push it any further would be too far – he’d get in trouble later from Oikawa and co, “I’ll tell you what, why don’t we go find some alphas to scam the fuck out of. We’ll target some undesirables.”
Hinata waggled his eyebrows suggestively, giving her a playful punch. Natsu’s face lifted and she let out a delighted laugh, “Ok then. Deal.”
Her brother smiled back, mischief perched on the upturned corners of his lips, “Let’s get some chocolate while we’re at it.”
- ••
Kageyama had been following the two for a while now, and he had no idea where they were going. He didn’t even know why he was following them, but he knew something was very familiar about the scent. Every now and then he would pick up a faint smell of fresh ginger and oh, it was addictive. He knew he was, well, sort of , stalking them – but he was police officer, and it was fine. Everything was fine. As he tailed them carefully, he tried to tell himself that it had nothing to do with last night, the blood he’d seen on the walls, the overpowering scent of ginger that, despite being bitter and distressed as hell, left him wanting more. He had never felt his instinct go so wild just by scent before, in fact, he’d never been able to smell that strong a smell before. Oh! How enticing it was.
Ducking in and out of shops, he watched the two redheads scurry off with their arms full of sweets, alphan shopkeepers yelling after them. He leant against a wall, phone up, but eyes focused on the pair. The smell wafted over to him as they stopped a few metres away. The shopkeeper was shaking his fist at them, but didn’t seem to be moving much, lips pursed. Odd, Kageyama thought, why doesn’t he call the normal police units?
“Should’ve known better to run a shop marked as a Lost!” The male redhead yelled back to the confectioner.
Kageyama froze. His thumb stopped absentmindedly scrolling and all the thoughts he’d been attempting to squash bubbled to the forefront of his mind. Nothing to do with last night his arse, he should have known the scent was too familiar. His hand went to his belt, but then with a horrible start he released – he was in his civvies. Fuck. His handcuffs were still there though, hidden behind his overcoat. He could still catch them. He could still find the source – Now’s not the time fucking instincts – He could still help put another clue on the wall of the case of eight long years.
The redheads were now entering the next shop across, not a care in the world. It was in this shop however that they stopped, talking amicably to the couple at the counter, wide smiles and bright eyes. They wouldn’t remain that way for long.
Kageyama took the opportunity to thumb a message to the group chat the officer had set up. He had time, if they had time to talk, so did he.
11:41am
Kageyama: Central Markets, green grocers, I’ve got eyes on two possible suspects for last night’s raids. Requesting backup. Will try and herd them towards the backstreets.
Almost immediately he saw three people come online, Daichi, Iwaizumi and Terushima. The first two started to type.
Iwaizumi: Daichi don’t you fucking dare. You’re supposed to be resting. (Do you think the readers will appreciate you out of bed, you moron?)
Daichi: I’m on my way.
Terushima: I’m 10 minutes off.
Iwaizumi: oml. Why do I even try?
Terushima: Rip Iwa-chan.
Iwaizumi: Shut up. I’m 15 minutes away.
Kageyama: K.
He turned his phone off and slipped it inside his pocket, feeling it buzz as new messages rolled in. The two redheads were still in the green grocers making their way down the aisles. Kageyama crossed the road and entered the store.
“Hello, how may I help you?” A motherly looking omega practically shone from her place behind the counter. Kageyama grunted in response sending a short, “Browsing.”, her way. She rolled her eyes and turned to tend to her little child. He turned towards the aisle where the two were also browsing – now bickering.
“Sho, I told you! They said take anything, not EVERYTHING!” The girl laughed in his direction.
The older redhead, who now up close looked more like a young man than a boy, glared in her direction, poking his tongue out playfully, “I said we were going to get chocolate ‘Tsu. And besides they’re both founds. We saved their lives, the least I can do is accept their gifts.”
Founds. Kageyama didn’t know what to make of the term. He turned to look at some packets of gum on the racks so as to not look suspicious. The term sent his mind spiralling, again. Why not just use a longer phrase that was proper and grammatically correct like – they’ve both been rescued by us? – were they idiots?
“At least be considerate, fucking hell man. Mary being so nice, don’t ruin our image.” The girl finally noticed the alpha as she looked up to glance in the counter’s direction. Her scent immediately turned sour.
The man’s head shot up, and he sniffed the air. Kageyama couldn’t help but release some of his scent – wait, no, what the fuck am I doing? I want him to smell me? No, I don’t want to be recognised by scent. Frantically, he fought against his instincts to reel it in, ears going red. Still trying to keep up the act, he leant down to look at the rows of sweet mints.
Now what?
• ••
Hinata sniffed the air unceremoniously. Natsu was scared, he felt that more through their bonds as omegas and siblings then her scent. What was she afraid of? Was it this alpha? Damnit. His sense of smell had deteriorated more than he thought.
“’Tsu” He murmured to her, restraining from addressing her fully. Even if he had given away a part of her name, he knew giving away her full name would be even more dangerous for the both of them. It wasn’t as if there were a lot of redheads around the place in general, “Tsu, I can’t smell anything.”
Natsu, realisation dawning on her, tugged at his hand and pulled him down the aisle, trying so hard to make it look like as if she wanted some different types of sweets. But she didn’t trust her voice enough to consolidate the act.
“Bro,” She reverted to a generic nickname and Hinata knew that whatever – no, whoever – had scared her must be in earshot, “Cops. 9’o’clock.”
The man, was approaching and seeing his face on the full for the first time, Hinata felt his heart stop. Every hair on his body stood on end, and he fought to control his scent, though he wasn’t worked up enough to even generate it yet. Every single cell in his body simple yelled, POLICE, DANGER.
“Split!” He yelled.
And they were off. Natsu down one aisle, Hinata down another, they burst back onto the streets with the alpha hot on their heels. The two omegas had faith in their speed, but Natsu, having only started her training to become a member, was already flagging by the time they got to the end of the street. Hinata saw this, and blanched. He refused to let his sister go again.
He slowed his pace ever so slightly to match hers. The alpha was still behind them, but with his larger form, was having trouble pushing through the crowds. The alpha was, in fact, struggling to keep up with the bobbing, weaving heads. For once Hinata was thankful for his small stature, and his sister’s even smaller stature.
“Tsu,” He gasped between breaths, “Lose yourself. I’ll take him away.”
“Fuck off, no.” She shot back.
“DO IT.”
She whimpered and for a second Hinata felt guilty for treating his sister that way, but he had no time to think. The alpha had closed in again. As Natsu slowed down more and attempted to lose herself in the crowds, the policeman began to follow him.
NO.
Hinata thought about someone touching his sister and finally he was able to enter a state of focus, the immense determination conquering every other emotion. He let his scent run wild.
Immediately the singeing scent of ginger permeated the air. It wasn’t distressed, it wasn’t acrid, it wasn’t angry, it was just pure adrenaline, pure energy. The alpha immediately zeroed in on him, forgetting any notion of Natsu even existing.
The next thought on his mind was escaping. While there was an advantage of crowds here, he couldn’t draw his dagger from his left boot, or his wire gun from beneath the pockets of his winter coat. He needed to go somewhere quieter. The back roads, the back streets, he could… Suga. His old friend would help him. His old friend would kill for him. Hinata knew exactly where he could find the older omega.
Dodging, weaving, panting, heaving, Hinata remained a few steps away from the alpha at all times, though he struggled to get anywhere other than where the alpha wanted him to go. Anytime he would try and find a shortcut through an alley, the alpha would shift to the side, ready to cut the corner and cut him off. But, despite the constant feeling of being herded (Like fucking cattle – was that all alphas viewed them as?), he had manage to make his way to the street that housed Tiger’s Tattoos.
And, what’s more, Suga had just left.
“CROW-SAN!” Hinata yelled as loud as his tired lungs allowed him. The alpha faltered behind him, and he took the initiative to get his wire gun. Suga whirled as he heard his alias, dropping his bags and immediately lifting a gun. Hinata didn’t know where he got that from.
“Stop right there.” He said, voice harsh, “And put your hands above your fucking head, alpha.”
Hinata walked towards his boss, wire gun at the ready. From the shadows he saw a small figure shifting, whom he recognised to be Natsu fumbling with her new ear piece. She was waiting. Good girl.
“No. You stop.” Three figures exited other shops along the streets, all with guns raised. Their police badges glinted in the sun. The shortest one, who still towered over Hinata, approached Suga, “Put the gun down and put your hands on your head.”
Suga hesitated. His mind whirred frantically. He wasn’t in top condition. His shooting arm was out of commission and Hinata was there as well. They didn’t have any of their gear. He glanced in his friend’s direction. His chest was heaving, and surrounded by police, there was no way of verbal communication. But there was a way. Hinata’s eyes flicked over to a side alley. In the shadows – harsh in the midday sun – he could just make out a shock of red hair.
Okay. A plan locked in his head. Slowly he placed the gun on the ground, then rested his hands so causally on his head, it looked as if he had done this too many times before. The officer watch him with increasing intensity.
“You too Shorty,” A tall alpha with bleached blond hair and an undercut waved his gun in Hinata’s direction. Hinata copied Suga’s exact actions, never once breaking eye contact with the alpha. Lower your guard, lower your guard. I want to fight, I want to fight. He fought to control himself in his agitated state.
“Kageyama, get the girl.”
What? Hinata spun around to stop the alpha from even fucking touching his sister, but before he could cuffs slammed down on his wrists and he was pushed into the ground. Mr. Bleached Blond snarled down at him releasing an oppressive scent, “Stay down omega, you don’t want to get hurt.”
Hinata snarled up at the older man, “Fight me you bastard. I’ll stick the silver spoon your sucking on up your fucking arse.”
Cuffs slammed down on Suga’s wrists, but he didn’t notice, straining against his captor to see Natsu. It took every single ounce of his undying will not to bash his head against the head of the officer. There was still a gun trained on him, and he still had plans. Though, as Natsu was brought out, kicking and screaming, he guessed he’d have to add this police unit too. He should’ve known that Mr High-ranking Officer would’ve seen something.
“Come on you coward!” Hinata hissed at his captor, the officer now looking very intrigued by the smack talking of the omega as he pushed him along the road towards an unmarked black van, “One punch. Just hit me. I’ll fuck you up so bad, not even an omega will be afraid of you.”
Suga groaned internally. Hinata was getting too worked up. Soon his threats would stop being empty. He stumbled forward and the officers hand reached out to steady him. Suga brushed it off immediately, not worried for his own sore hands rubbing against the cuffs, nor his aching toes. Instead he wriggled in his captors grasp and turned fully towards Hinata. His body ached so badly to comfort the young man, his omegan instincts pushing his limits.
He just hoped they’d be detained together. He didn’t want an angry Shoyou.
As the officers loaded them into the back of the van, they didn’t notice the way three bodies stood still in the light of the Tiger’s Tattoo parlour, nor the way the smallest put his hand to his ear and began to speak. Ennoshita had witnessed everything, and by god, was he getting his second family back.
- ••
Kageyama had drawn the short straw. So therefore, he’d been the one chosen to sit in the back of the van with the omegas, to make sure they didn’t do anything sketchy. But, whatever he’d been expecting it hadn’t been this.
The silver-haired man, who had taken down practically their entire unit, who had looked so goddamn threatening with his gun pointed at Kageyama’s head a few minutes ago, was now comforting both omegas. What was this sudden change in attitude?
“Shhh,” The silver-haired man, whom he think Mr Redhead called Crow, hugged the young female – Tsu? – to his chest. Kageyama felt as if he should drop his eyes, as if he was invading into some sort of omega ritual. But he didn’t, his job and accompanying pay check outweighing his instincts.
The male redhead – Sho? – was the only one who acknowledged Kageyama’s presence, but unlike his rather mouthy attitude before he simply glared. His eyes were full of grim determination and hatred, nearly devoid of any shine he’d seen back in the Central Markets. Kageyama guessed it came with the change of scenery, and the fact that the criminal had been caught. Yet, was the glaring all that necessary? He was on the wrong side of the law, the omega should’ve known he was going to get caught one day. Kageyama opened his mouth to say something but the silver-haired man lifted his gaze and shook his head.
“Don’t.” He breathed softly, rubbing his neck against the small girls head. Kageyama recognised it as scenting, “He’s trying to restrain himself from killing you.”
A shiver shot down his spine, both at the realisation of what those eyes meant, but also the casual tone of the statement. It was almost as if killing someone was normal for these people. Of course with a job like his, he was exposed to a lot of gruesome things, but still the officers tried to show respect for the dead. Besides, every singly body he had ever investigated in this case was at least a few days old, and he had never been the subject for such overpowering bloodlust.
For some reason, though scaring him slightly, he felt slightly more alive, and couldn’t help but be intrigued.
The van bumped its way to a stop. The female squeaked in fear as the van jerked. The male redhead growled a low growl in response. He sounded practically primal. Kageyama’s instincts flared at the sound and he felt himself flush hot – then wrestled to gain control again. Doors opened and shut and then the back of the van came away to reveal the three alphas again, guns in hand.
Kageyama couldn’t help but notice as Daichi let them down, how much he softened reaching for the siler-haired omega. He’d have to ask him later. Though, when Daichi had gone to reach for the male redhead, a low growl had bubbled in his throat – so he was sure his friends would have some questions for him too.
Civilians stopped and stared as the three were roughly taken into the police station. The ever so quick eyes of Kageyama noticed the way one omega broke down crying, the way a small black mark on her neck shimmered in the sun. Why would someone branded as a lost cry over their enemies going to jail?
He was brought back the present as shivers racked the body of the female omega he was escorting. It seemed to him as if she had experienced some recent trauma. He tried to reel in his naturally potent scent, instead releasing a light calming aroma. It didn’t help at all, and the girl whimpered as they crossed the threshold of the police station.
The other redhead was struggling against Terushima’s grip, eyes wide and animalistic as he tried to twist his head to see his sister. Terushima settled a heavy hand on his head and directed it towards the front. A low growl vibrated through the omega’s chest and Kageyama was amazed to see the energy he still had left. How much energy did it take to engage with his instincts that much? There was a long moment of compliance as they walked forwards before the omega arched his back, stomped on the foot and was about to twist out of Terushima’s grip when –
“RAVEN YOU WILL STOP THIS INSTANT.” Barked the silver-haired man, his voice jumping at least fifty decibels higher than it had been in the car. Malice coated every word, and it dripped in cold anger. Suddenly Kageyama knew why it had been this man that had taken down nearly their entire unit. He was not to be trifled with.
But what was more horrifying was the other omegas’ reactions. Almost immediately the male redhead whimpered and lowered his head, and the female omega – whom the outburst hadn’t been directed at, exposed her neck, the utmost form of submission. It was clear to the officers who the leader of the pack was.
The hurried them off to separate interrogation rooms, heads buzzing with things to discuss.
- ••
Daichi’s head throbbed. It was as if his worst hangover had come back to haunt him. But how could he have said no when Kageyama asked for his help? Especially because it was related to the case. Driving the car over he may have had some regrets, but now, staring at the silver-haired man through one-way glass, his fatigue headache was partially forgotten. Partially, because fuck, it was a late, late night.
For some reason, he didn’t want to go in there. He felt inadequate. He felt as if he could never measure up to the omega – especially after the incident in the lobby. He’d been abandoned by the rest of the crew to deal with this Boss-Crow, because as Terushima had stated, ‘You would never be able to tell if he just killed someone, or made love to his alpha. Volatile little shit.”. Just the thought of silver-hair making love was enough to have Daichi blushing.
Get it together Sawamura. You’re a Captain, you interrogate their Captain, that’s how it works. Nothing more, nothing less.
He ran his fingers lightly through his hair before entering.
The silver haired man smiled warmly at him and clasped his hands together, cuffs rattling, “What do you have for me today Officer?”
The sudden chit-chattiness of the omega caught him off guard, as did the warmth he had seemed to have lacked out in the lobby.
“First of all,” Daichi sat down in the chair opposite him, “It’s Captain to you. Second, we believe you and your comrades are connected to an underground Omega Trafficking Crime Syndicate that we’ve been tracking for the past eight years. You wouldn’t happen to know anything, would you?”
Sua’s warm smile dropped immediately. It wasn’t the quiet warning that caused it, nor the heavy scent of horse hair and leather that drifted from the alpha, it was four words that cause bile to rise in his stomach. He shook his head in disbelief. How ill-informed were these police members, they weren’t connected – they were their worst –
“Would you be some sort of rival gang?”
Fuck. They are informed. Suga sat there passively, taking in every word Mr Captain man said, but answering nothing.
“Okay.” Daichi leaned in, “Since you don’t want to offer. Are you or are you not the Leader of the Corvid gang?”
Suga’s eye twitched. Daichi nearly sighed in relief, this was getting somewhere.
“I’ll say that again. ARE you the LEADER of the Corvid gang?” He emphasised each word, eyes search the beautiful face for some sort of tell.
“No, I am not.” Suga retorted for the first time. His eye twitched again.
“I’ll take that as a yes then. Now, what connection do you have with the Omega Trafficking Crime Syndicate? What do your friends like doing?”
Suga snapped, “They’re not our fucking friends. We don’t work for them, we don’t like them, we have zero connection with them.”
Despite the fact that we’re going to absolutely destroy them for touching Natsu and threatening our territories. He didn’t say that.
“In fact, we’re not even criminals – so if you can let us go please that would be dandy.” Suga spat oh-so-sweetly towards the alpha.
Daichi opened the file that was in his hands, thanking the gods that the photos had developed in time. Slowly he pulled them out and placed them face-up on the table. One of the rooftop stains of blood where Tsukishima had nearly died; one of the garage area, blood creating forbidden patterns on the floor; one of the stairs, the victims heads lolling at awkward angles; and the final one of the –
“Oh Raven-kun.” Suga breathed, more to himself than anyone else as he stared down at the final photo. They weren’t getting out of this one easily, but even so, his heart swelled with pride at Hinata and the destruction he’d wreaked on the alpha that had dared lay hands on his family. He looked up at the officer, “And?”
Daichi quirked an eyebrow, “And, we have eyewitness accounts of you being there, and your red-headed subordinates begin there, so we have every right to put you away for life.”
Suga quirked an eyebrow right back, and growled softly, “What if I say no?”
Daichi felt something shift in his pants underneath the table just from the rumbling of the omega’s voice. He swallowed nervously, suddenly feeling slightly hot. No, now was not the time to be thinking those sorts of thoughts. Thoughts as in how good the omega would sound in bed, and how nice it would be to wake up to those soft growls beside him. He squashed the thoughts and swallowed again.
If they weren’t friends with the Omega Trafficking Crime Syndicate (OTCS), then maybe they were rivals. And if they were rivals, then maybe the police and them would have a common enemy. After all wasn’t the saying, the enemy of your enemy is your friend?
“Then maybe we can come to an agreement.”