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Omegaverse Prompt #1: Arranged Marriages
“There’s another complaint from the eastern clans again,”
A deep sigh. “Where is she?”
“She left the area pretty quickly. Hayate and Ryuu are following her in the park. She’s petting dogs.”
“Bring her back here this instant.”
The beta secretary bowed and left quickly, leaving the old man on his own inside the spacious room. He sighs again, dragging the paintbrush back on the ink and swiping it across the paper, sharp red eyes following the strokes of black but his mind was still reminded of the location of his omega granddaughter. Well, he has no one else to blame but himself for this. For such stone-cold leader of the Kagari clan, Akiro Kagari spoiled his grandchildren rotten since he first got the news of his omega daughter-in-law being pregnant. It got worse when the last child presented as an omega, and even if he made his men follow her around until the end of time, he knew he couldn’t keep her in this cage for very long.
This in mind, he put down the paintbrush and got up, leaving the serene silence of the running water and chirping birds, and enters the other side of the massive household, followed by his two bodyguards in haoris. Almost immediately, there was screaming, familiar voices repeating the same charade that he first heard years ago. Intimidating omega scents was
“—It wouldn’t have happened if she just left me alone and admitted that I got to the rare card first! How could have I even known that she was from the Aoyama clan?!” He heard the ever high-pitched omega voice of his granddaughter.
“You would if you came to one of the meetings I’ve been telling you to go!” The more mature omega voice of his daughter-in-law shot back.
“Well, my bad then!” Akiro rolled his eyes at the blatant jab of sarcasm and snapped his fingers. The doors opened and all of the screaming stopped, his presence and scent growing into the room. The two omegas paused to look at him in shock, one of them dressed in the familiar red family robes and one of them dressed more simply, if not showing more skin than necessary. He sees two of his other guards in the room as well as two maids, along with his granddaughter alpha sitting at the table.
He sees the familiar ponytail tied among it, bright red eyes widening before glancing away, crossing her arms and glaring elsewhere. Akari, his daughter-in-law, saw the action and sighs. She bows to him. “Good afternoon, Otoo-san. My apologies if we were being too loud.”
He grunts and waves his hand. “It wasn’t quite as loud as the other fights, it’s fine. So I heard Akko yet again fought with one our competing clans?”
“Hey! That Aoyama girl started it!” Akko suddenly snapped, glaring at him. He could see Megumi, Akko’s older sister, quickly pinching her arm and Akko flinched away.
“Stop it, will you?” Megumi hissed. Akko glared at her again before crossing her arms back and standing back up.
“Look, I didn’t mean to aggravate her. She just got on my nerves! Which by the way was completely her fault! I didn’t do anything to her!”
Hayate, one of her guards, leaned in. “Uh, if I may, my lady, you did call Hina Aoyama a ‘cunt brick’.”
“Whatever! So don’t expect me to apologize to her any time, Jii-chan!” Akko raised her chin, turned her heel, and marched off to the other side of the room to leave. She slammed the door, carrying her omega scent with her, leaving the room with yet again more problems that he is going to be the one to deal with.
Akiro sighed at the childish display. While he was known in the yakuza world to be aggressive and strict, as all alpha leaders should be, he knew he couldn’t pronounce the same leniency to his omega granddaughter. Akko was the youngest grandchild, coincidentally the prettiest of the daughters as well, taking a lot of her omega mother rather than her alpha father. One thing that spoke of her being a Kagari was her red eyes. It was no surprise that Akiro loved her as the same as he loved her other siblings (seeing as they’re the children of his only proud sire, Daisuke), but when Akko presented as an omega, all other strictness that the Kagari clan exhumed for their alphas was immediately exempted for her.
They expected her to be an omega either way. She wasn’t as sharp or as strong as her other siblings and was always on the smaller side of the girl’s spectrum growing up, but despite this, she always caused trouble. She climbed trees too high for her, picked battles she can never be ready for, and was spoiled rotten with attention and gifts from family and various suitors. She was the runt of the clan, and yet, they loved her all the same. Akko has always held a certain spark inside her, and whenever she was in the room, she always drew attention for herself.
And Akiro supposes he’ll have to blame himself for that one time he agreed to bring her to that theatre show. Remembering those 10 years after where the girl was obsessed with the show and theatre actress, Akiro sighed and went back to his office to make letters and calls apologizing about his granddaughter’s misbehaviors again.
He’s getting too old for this. And his son and alpha grandchildren were all equally busy running the underworld as well. Babysitter after babysitter, be they alpha, beta, or omega, Akko always found a way to get out of their clutches. He needed someone with similar authority as his family to look after her…
As the old yakuza skimmed through the folders of various babysitters to look after Akko in the next week again, a knock from his secretary tells him that he’s been invited to a party by the mafia elite of Wedingburgh from Europe. He sighs, this lifestyle is only endless work. He is truly getting old.
***
Daryl clicked off her phone after hearing the failure that is the blind date between Diana and Clarisse. No surprise there, but it’s been, what, the 68th date she set the girl up with? Daryl’s lost count. She can’t care less.
The Cavendish proxy-head twirled the flute of champagne in her hand, wondering which girl out there who was at least on par with Diana’s status that she can marry her off to. Screw that, any girl will do. If Daryl knew any news about Diana having a lover behind her back, she would force her to marry her then. Unfortunately, while Diana is extremely sharp in other various categories, such exemplary brilliance comes with a price. That price is apparently the lack of brain cells when it came to omegas. So the chances of Diana having any lovers behind her back was stark to none.
If Daryl could remember, back when Diana was entering middle school, there was a searing handprint once on Diana’s cheek after Bernadette left her alone with the omega daughter of an Earl from Italy. That was enough of a warning to the following years of blundering through the field called ‘love’ for the young Cavendish.
The whole warfare with the De Louvres was getting to her, and Daryl could only hope that Diana would fulfill all the requirements needed to ascend as the head of the Cavendishes, one of which is being married to a proper partner of equal status, so Daryl wouldn’t have to take on that shitstorm coming.
As Daryl contemplates on the next pit of paperwork by the time she comes back to the manor, she suddenly hears someone clearing their throat somewhere to her left. She glances at him, her guards behind her flanking her closely. Daryl recognizes the red eyes of the alpha, his scent reeking of righteous blood and chipped metal.
“Daryl Cavendish,” Akiro begins. Daryl replies in kind and he smiles. “So I can’t help but overhear your conversation over the phone. You’re saying Diana is still a bachelorette?”
Daryl shrugs. “Still is. She’s dodging the girls I brought into the house like bullets. Why? Are you offering one of your granddaughter as a potential mate?” She meant that as a joke, of course. While partnering with the yakuzas could most certainly help as buffer to their army against the De Louvres, she knew it would take more than that to get one of the biggest mafia groups to be on her side.
Then there was a pregnant pause from the two of them.
“About that…”
***
Akko’s head was pounding.
Ohhhh god, I shouldn’t have drank all those jello shots! The brunette thought, tying the sash around her short bathrobe, remembering how she spent the night before in a new bar with her friends before bouncing to the next club. Maybe that’s why her feet hurt. Damn you, Yume!
She also remembers briefly arguing with someone about the impact of The Shiny Chariot show on European theaters with a total stranger. She remembers getting told right in the face about how the show’s main actress, Chariot Du Nord, was very problematic. Akko doesn’t remember much about the person who said that, but she remembers being pissed. In response, Akko got up, took a sip of her drink, splashed it all over the person who said it, and hailed a cab for home.
As Akko takes the pitcher on the table to pour herself a glass of water, she heard the door knocking open and one of her grandfather’s guards and one of the maids came to get her, as per her grandfather’s orders. She downed the glass. “What for? This better not be about that Aoyama girl.”
They don’t say anymore and Akko just went on with it to be done. She had nothing else to do for the day, anyway. Maybe get a latte? She just hoped to maybe rest in her bed and sleep away the headache after getting her aspirin.
“Um, young miss, we don’t mean to judge, but shouldn’t you change?” One of the guards asked. Akko glanced at him and down to her attire. It was just her in her bathrobe. Not the most ideal thing to meet with your grandfather, but they’ve been aloof about her actions since she entered middle school. Jii-chan hasn’t ever questioned her about her tastes since the one time in third grade about the furry cow costume for Halloween.
Akko’s grandfather was already waiting behind his modern office. He raised a brow when she entered and she flashed him one of her signature smiles. “What’s up, Jii-chan?”
He gave her a once-over, face unreadable before telling her to sit down. After handing her aspirin and some water, he suddenly spoke. “Now, Akko, I know you haven’t been in any of the clan meetings for a while now, but I’m just hoping if you still remember the Cavendishes?”
Akko’s furrowed her brows and shrugged. “No?”
“Oh… Well, I don’t think I have any idea on how to break this to you…” Her grandfather had this look of contemplation on his face for a bit before standing up. Akko tilts her head as she takes a sip of her water again, feeling her headache dissipating. “Follow me, Akko.”
And so she does. They leave the office and her grandfather went to open the door leading towards the large meeting room with an oval desk. Wondering what her grandfather could possibly have plans for her, she follows him, but not before catching sight of familiar blonde locks with tea-green highlights.
Blue eyes meet red once again, and Akko’s jaw falls.
“YOU!?” The brunette omega screamed, and it felt like her headache came back. Memories of last night’s arguments startles her memories, and yes, it is in fact the same person who she threw her drink at was the same one currently sitting in one of her grandfather’s meeting rooms, sitting right next to an equally intimidating alpha with the same hair.
“Y-You?” The alpha with her hair down echoes her words, equally as shocked to see the omega. If Akko hadn’t been intently looking at her, she would have missed the way the alpha’s eyes gave her a once-over and how her cheeks had briefly colored themselves red.
Her grandfather glanced at Akko then at the other alpha, arching his brow in surprise. “Atsuko, have you already known Diana Cavendish? I thought you said you didn’t.”
“I-I don’t!” Akko snaps back, gaze not yet leaving the alpha, who quickly looked away when the Kagari Oyabun spoke. “I-It’s, I— Wait, what are they even doing here?”
Her grandfather didn’t answer that and instead sat down in his regular seat in the meeting room, flagging the omega to sit down across the young alpha. They didn’t look at each other closely anymore.
“Akko. I’m going to be honest with you. I am not getting younger. So there is going to be a time when I won’t be there to protect you anymore,” He pauses, as if he’s gauging her reaction, and honestly, with how her eyes are beginning to sting? He darn well has to look at her. “Your father is busy, as well as all your siblings and mother. So now, I need another substitute. A babysitter won’t be enough. Which is why Diana Cavendish here,” He puts out his hand and motions to the blonde sitting next to the older alpha Cavendish. “Is going to be your wife.”