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He remembers the first time he saw little Ushijima Wakatoshi.
He’s fourteen, newly installed within Shiratorizawa when the then six or so year old pup arrives to see his mother, the current Oyabun. The boy looks so severe for someone so young. It leaves him wondering what could have caused it. Children are supposed to be happy and carefree… right? He knows he was some form of that himself though it might have just been the issues he was born with thanks to his druggie dam. He supposes he should thank her though… Without her, he wouldn’t have met her dealer and, by extension, wouldn’t have ended up working here.
In Shiratorizawa.
A beacon of hope for those like him who can’t quite seem to function in ‘civilized’ society.
He doesn’t need it anyway.
They’re all fake.
The only time they’re seen for who they are is when faced with their own death… then, and only then, are they real.
Tendou’s philosophy on the matter gets him recognized real quick. By the time he’s sixteen, he’s in an apprenticeship with Old Man Washijo. The elder Alpha’s knowledge on body parts and how to take them apart is extensive and endlessly useful. His ability to break people is inspiring.
Tendou loves every second of it.
The next time he sees little Wakatoshi, he’s nineteen and well within the ranks. He’s advanced faster than most, much to many’s envy. He assumes he doesn’t get bullied more because of his rumored insanity. It’s fine. He likes the fear. He likes that Alphas are wary of him.
He likes the stigma of being Old Man Washijo’s mentee.
The fact that he’s been summoned to the Oyabun’s office doesn’t faze him in the least. He’s done nothing to warrant a talking to which means it’s either a promotion or some job. What that job could be gets him antsy… interested. His skill set is good for few things, but those are the best things in his not-so-humble opinion.
Who is he taking apart today…
The office he’s shown to is clean but cluttered, the space taken over by large towering furniture from last century. It’s all study wood with glass doors to show off whatever’s in there. A decent portion of the desk is taken up with one of those computers. It’s an ugly thing though less bulky and sleek black compared to the big white thing he’d seen a few years ago. Old Man Washijo would have a conniption if he saw how important it seemed to be anymore.
“Tendou Satori… as requested Ma’am,” the Alpha male bowed.
“Mm,” The Oyabun hummed as she finished up with something. Tendou glanced to the side, noting something just outside his peripheral. He couldn’t turn his head enough to see what it was without alerting the rest to the fact that he was bored and not giving the Lady Alpha her due attention.
What a bore…
Wasting his time…
She finally looked up and excused the Alpha who bowed again and left. Dark eyes pierced him… or tried to anyway. He found her bob cut to make her face look too, sharp… too severe… made her look like she was trying to make up for something. “Tendou Satori…”
He offered half a smile.
“Washijo has given you good reports.”
“Thank you, Ma’am…” he replied, noting the movement out of the corner of his eye.
"He also tells me that you've learned all you can from him… that you should be moved on to other things."
He hadn't known that, but he couldn't say he was really all that surprised.
“How would you like something of your own… a duty given only to you.”
“I suppose that would depend on what this duty is, Ma’am,” he replied.
The fact that he didn’t outright agree to do it seemed to annoy her.
“I’m sure you’re aware of my son’s existence.”
He nodded once.
“His handlers have been… less than exemplary.”
Yes... he’d noticed some of the faces around Shiratorizawa disappear.
“They refuse to do what they must to teach him properly.”
He almost smirked.
The Alpha woman gives him an even yet intimidating look, “You will train Wakatoshi.”
Well it might have been intimidating if Tendou was normal… which he knew he wasn’t. The posturing of the Alphas was merely amusing to him. The fact that this Alpha, Shiratorazawa’s Oyabun, couldn’t get satisfactory results from her own Alpha dogs and had to come to someone like him was… amusing.
“Wakatoshi, come.”
The little boy appears from where Tendou had figured he was. He’s small, not quite thin. His eyes are serious, very little childishness to be found in his face other than the lingering baby fat.. It’s as if they’ve found a way to age his soul but keep his body that of a child. He didn’t even resemble the Oyabun all that much, but Tendou doesn’t wonder about that too much.
“This is Tendou Satori, your mentor as of today.”
The pup bows a little and Tendou finds himself doing the same. Little Waka shuffles his feet a little, possibly feeling awkward, and then jumps when his mother smacks the table, “None of that fidgeting.” The pup ducks his head and Tendou’s not impressed with his boss.
He crouches, folding his long limbs enough to get eye level with the boy, “Hello. I’m Tendou.”
The pup blinked olive green eyes at him, “Hello, Mr. Tendou…”
He feels his fate sealing… feels this growing and unshakeable protectiveness over this boy. Tendou's most definitely not what Little Waka needs in a guardian, but it seems as though he's the one Little Waka's going to get. For as powerful as the Oyabun is, Tendou’s decided she’s a shit mother and Little Waka deserves better.
Not that Tendou’s necessarily better…
He’ll just give him better attention.
They start their days together two mornings later, enough time for him to pack up his belongings from his current quarters and move into the ones reserved for people like him who worked directly for the Ushijimas.
Old Man Washijo wasn't super thrilled that Tendou had been promoted to where he was, “If you fail, it might be a death sentence for you. You’re one of the weird ones and they don't like it.”
Tendou smirked a little, “I’ve done alright so far.”
“Only because you do things the rest can't stomach, but trust me… give them a reason to dismiss you, and they’ll take it and make it permanent..”
“Better make sure not to then.”
The days training Little Waka start under two weeks of supervision. He’s responsible for getting the pup to his meals and school. There’s tutors a few times a week though Tendou’s not sure why those are needed. Waka seems plenty smart on his own. He saves most of the extra stuff for the weekend or to break up the monotony of textbooks. It’s there is something interesting he notices on his third day.
Waka’s a little lefty.
Tendou’s not sure why it feels significant… just that it is.
That and the Oyabun’s told him to try and break the pup of the ‘bad habit’ and ‘correct him’ as though being not completely normal is a bad thing.
He scolds the pup in public if it’s around people who’d report him to the Boss, but he keeps writing to a minimum then anyway and says nothing the rest of the time. Little Wakatoshi is so dominantly left-handed though that he’s not sure if anything short of tying his arm to his side and forcing him to use the other hand would ‘correct’ it anyway. So the left hand stays and there’s nothing any of them can do about it. The Boss’s minions frown but Tendou’s officially the boy’s mentor and they can’t do a thing about it.
He gets off it honestly… holding so much power over them while still being considered mostly a nobody.
The looks get funnier as time goes on and he’s not been booted yet. He assumes they’d all expected him to fail. He’s done everything but though. Little Waka is thriving at school and whatever other classes he’s doing including the martial arts which was apparently something of a struggle with the other mentors. The problem seemed to be the violence… which was funny considering who he was and who his mother was… All Tendou did though was to suggest Waka being able to defend the bitch if she was in trouble and Waka dove head first into it. He’s still hesitant to start so Tendou plays into the protection side of it, sticking a picture of the Oyabun’s face on a doll and then kicks it across the room.
"Your mother was just beaten up by the Enforcer of a rival syndicate. What do you do."
"Are you the rival Enforcer, Mr. Tendou?" the pup's staring at the doll.
"I am," Tendou smirks a little.
Little Waka blinks once and then turns to him… and kicks the back of his knee. It didn't hurt, but it did surprise him a little. Little Waka stared up at him almost expectantly.
Tendou smirks a little, “Good.”
That seems to open something of a floodgate for the pup. He takes to the lessons with some gusto, learning faster than the rest seemed to think possible… for him at least. It seemed a little bit insulting to be honest especially since the Oyabun seemed to agree. He keeps Waka going though, keeps helping him improve and shielding him the best he can from the excessive negativity.
There’s no need to turn the kid into a complete monster quite yet.
He would become that eventually.
There was just... an understated sweetness to him that Tendou was loathe to destroy just yet.
That first year flies by quicker than Tendou thought possible. Little Waka’s improved by leaps and bounds and the Oyabun doesn’t seem to have much to say on the matter. Tendou continues as he’s been, teaching the pup what he thinks necessary for this age in-between the school and other shit the woman piles on the poor kid.
It’s one such evening while he’s walking Waka to the car after a tutoring session that he feels something. His instincts go off and grabs Waka before he can get closer to the car, “Toshi no-!” and yanks him close, turning his back and running as fast as he can.
The explosion behind him sends them flying. He’s knocked off his feet and fights to keep his hands on the pup, curling his lanky self over him once he has him again. He clutches the boy to his chest until he’s sure it’s over, feels Waka clinging to him in return.
“Are you ok?” he inspects the pup’s face and runs his hands down his arms.
“I’m fine.”
“Good boy,” he touches Waka’s cheeks before looking over to the car. It was useless now and he had no idea what happened to the driver. He kept Waka close and pulled his gun, ready for anything though the perp could be anywhere by now. A quick phone call later and they’re heading to a new pickup location while a different team go to sort out the car and figure out what the fuck happened. Waka’s extra quiet on the way home but Tendou doesn’t let it bother him until they’re safe within the compound and inside the house. He sticks around until the pup’s ready for bed. Waka’s pale, eyes distant as he sits on the side of the bed.
Tendou settles next to him, “You alright?”
“Did we… We almost died… right?”
“Almost,” Tendou rubbed his back a little, “But know something, Wakatoshi.” The pup looked up at him, olive eyes blinking, “I will never… let someone hurt you. You understand that?” Waka slowly nodded. “Good boy,” he lays a hand on the pup’s head and stands to go, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Mr. Tendou?”
“Mm?” he turns, “What is it, Wak-” just in time for the pup to run into him and cling to him. Tendou’s stunned, not sure what to do other than cup the back of Waka’s head and wait for him to let go. The little forehead pressed into his hip for longer than he’d expected. He was even more stunned when there was a sniffle… and he realized Little Waka was crying. Tendou had no idea what to do. Waka had never cried about anything before and Tendou didn’t do well with tears in general if they weren’t related to one getting their fingernails peeled off. He finally sniffled and wiped his nose, his grip on Tendou’s thigh loosening.
“There we go,” he pet the boy’s head, “Good boy. Get into bed. I’ll be back in the morning, right? You’ll be ok. This is the safest place you can be.” He could tell Waka wasn’t happy being left, but he didn’t know what else to do.
So he left.
He’d almost reached the front door when-
“Satori.”
Tendou paused at the Alpha’s voice, “Mm?”
The bitch’s dog, Kato, lazily eyed him, “I need to ask you a few questions about tonight.”
Tendou shrugged, “Ok.”
“What all happened?”
“We headed to the car after his lessons. I got one of those feelings you know?” The Alpha didn’t. The judgemental cock of a brow told Tendou that much. “I grabbed him and ran. The car blew up. I have no idea what happened to Shibata.”
“I see,” Kato didn’t seem impressed or even particularly interested, “Any ideas on who would try it?”
“I don’t keep up with syndicate drama,” Tendou replied with something of a sneer, “I keep Wakatoshi safe. Doesn’t matter to me if it’s Seijo or Dateko. That’s your job,” he went to walk away, “Oh… and a little something for the Boss.”
“What.”
“Her little boy’s quite upset. Might do him good if she showed up for five minutes,” he made his exit and on to his room where he flopped down and tried to sleep. Half of him expected to be dragged off and shot for what he’d said. Half of him was surprised when he wasn’t.
All of him was unsurprised when he showed to collect Waka and learned the bitch hadn’t come to see him last night.
Waka’s a little clingy for a few days. Tendou does his best to deal with it, but feels very much not qualified for this shit. This was for a dam to be doing, not someone like him.
But someone like him was apparently the only one who gave any kind of damn for the poor kid.
He never did hear who were the ones responsible for the bomb, just whispers that it’d been dealt with. The Oyabun never asked to speak with him. Apparently whatever he’d told Kato was enough for her. It was irritating but life moved on. Waka eventually got over it and was back to his usual self within a couple of weeks.
The next attempt was a year later… a drive-by shooting that made the news for a single news cycle before it was squashed.
The third is months later and they just don’t stop. Little Waka eventually goes numb to them, simply blinks and shrugs the latest attempt off and continues with his day. By the time he’s ten, he’s survived so many, they’d coined the phrase ‘Miracle Boy’ which makes Tendou snort every time he hears it. They’re not even wrong… It’s just amusing. the two or three times he ends up in the hospital over the years just seems to cement the idea into the heads at Shiratorizawa.
Tendou rarely takes his days off due to his lowkey paranoia about the pisspoor job the replacement security does. The days he does, he makes sure there’s absolutely no reason for Waka to even leave the house. Only after putting the fear of God and Tendou’s own skill set into whichever dog has been assigned to Waka for the day or evening or whatever does he leave. When he does, it usually ends with him falling into someone’s bed. Early in his days in Shiratorizawa, he’d been avoided by the vast majority of people. The longer he’s been with Waka though, the more some of them approach him, probably trying to garner some favor. It’s mostly Betas and the occasional Omega. Some are Alphas though and he enjoys seeing their faces when he asks if they bottom. The reactions vary in intensity though they all end with said Alpha walking away.
One of the few he fucks more than once is an Omega named Semi Eita. He’s an assassin, a sharpshooter with an ever increasingly impressive body count especially given his age. Tendou doesn’t remember Semi approaching him with the intent of garnering more favor with the Ushijimas, but he’s not entirely sure what all happened that evening, his twenty-second birthday. The club had been crawling with Shiratorizawa though most of them were there more for the party and booze than for him specifically. A bunch had come up to him to smooze him, a good few of them offering him ‘the time of his life’ in exchange for a good word to the Oyabun. He remembers Semi despite the Omega being sixteen at the time and most definitely not really allowed to be there… Nevertheless, Semi was there and then there was something fuzzy where maybe the Omega was riding him or something and then the morning where Tendou hated life and woke up to said ash blond Omega sleeping away in his bed. He made the uncharacteristic decision to let Semi stay there instead of instantly kicking him out of bed and out the door.
The next few months revealed Semi to be a rather salty bitch and Tendou thought it was endlessly amusing. He actually hated direct attention, preferring people to talk about him when he wasn't there and only if it was about his skills at his job. Tendou made it his personal mission to embarrass the Omega in public as often as possible without actually pushing him away. His nudging some of the more important assassinating jobs to Semi, who completed said assignments with almost stunning efficiency, also helped to smooth things over. They got along well enough… well as well as somebody like Tendou and Semi could get along with each other. Their shared dislike of the current Oyabun helped and the sex wasn’t half bad either which was a plus.
“Why’d you join up if you can't stand her?”
“I didn't know I didn’t like her until it was too late,” Semi shrugged, “and by then I liked my job too much.”
“You like killing people?”
“I like killing douchebags.”
Tendou smirked, “Douchebags are fun to kill.”
Semi whipped a gun out, pointing it at him, “I wonder how far you'd spray.”
Tendou stared at it, at him and then grabbed the gun and yanked it, pointing it away as Semi crashed into him. His other arm wrapped around the Omega’s waist, keeping him pressed close. Semi made a face, craning his head away.
“Careful Semi Semi.”
The Omega made a face and jerked away, “.... Fuck off.”
Little Wakatoshi has bloomed. The boy’s eleven now, a little small for what he’d expected, but he’s a sturdy little thing. Even if he never gets very tall, he’ll become a bull, a force to be reckoned with if Tendou has anything to say about it.
Little Ushijima Wakatoshi will be his, Tendou Satori’s, crowning achievement.
He’s training the future Oyabun of Shiratorizawa.
And he’ll make sure the pup is the best Japan has ever seen.
Little Waka works hard. He studies between his martial arts lessons and time at the gun range they started six months ago. Tendou’s honestly very proud of him.
“What do you want out of life?” he asks one afternoon as they sit across from each other on the floor, gun parts spread between them.
“What do you mean?” Little Waka asks as he cleans a piece.
“If there was something in the entire world you wanted to have or accomplish, what would it be?” Tendou watches him, knowing he’ll do it perfectly.
Wakatoshi takes on a pensive look… seeming to take the question much more seriously than Tendo had meant him to. He should’ve expected that though. Little Wakatoshi couldn’t not take a question like that seriously… didn't know how not to.
“I want… to be the best. I want to make Mother proud so I need to be the best.”
It was almost enough to break Tendo’s heart.
Everything this boy did was for that bitch of a mother.
He’s grown so much. Tendou’s so proud of him.
And it’s yet to be enough.
Wakatoshi presents at fifteen, a respectable age for most of society though Tendou later hears her complain about why it couldn’t have been sooner despite them all knowing what he’d eventually present as. Apparently she’s of the old mind that earlier presentation means a stronger Alpha. It’s completely ridiculous and Tendou gets pissed at the insinuation that Waka is somehow less an Alpha simply because of when biology decided to show itself. The boy’s surpassed expectations and it’s still not enough.
Tendou finds out when he comes back from a rare out-of-town assignment. He also finds out the bitch hasn't even gone to see him to make sure he’s ok in the two days he’s been bedridden with rut. What's worse is that Waka had asked for him and nobody had contacted him about it. It pisses him off more than he can even understand.
He heads up the stairs, ignoring the security staff. The smell up there is a little off, but he doesn’t notice it much. He imagines the Alphas downstairs aren't having a good time though. It gets a little stronger the closer he gets to Waka’s room. He expects the door to be locked and is a little surprised when the knob turns.
“Waka?”
There’s a grunt, but nothing coherent. He slips into the room, closing the door before crossing the larger-than-necessary room to the bed in the corner. The fact that the new Alpha’s nude save for the tangled mess of blankets around his ankles doesn’t faze him. What does faze him is Waka himself, the sense of relief even through the panic.
The Alpha tries to push himself up, “Tendou… please…” he looks scared, “Help me… I…” he drops back on the bed and groans, writhing. It looks painful honestly and Tendou’s not sure if he’s intrigued or if he’s just thankful that he’s never had to suffer like that. He honestly can’t remember when was the last time, if ever, that he’s seen such blatant and unreserved expressions on Wakatoshi’s face.
Well... maybe when he was younger and the murder attempts were still a new thing...
He brushes sweat-soaked hair out hazy olive eyes, “It’s ok… I’m here.” He stays, stroking Waka’s hair though he does leave long enough to grab a bowl of water and a damp cloth to run over the overheated skin. Waka eventually passes out from exhaustion and he has to wonder if Waka’s gotten any sleep at all. Tendou snoops through the room long enough to know what’s not there and goes to procure the best knotting fleshlight he can find. He spends too much on the dumb thing, but he doesn’t care enough to really complain about it. The lack of anything to help Waka pisses him off. The Oyabun should know what ruts are like, remember what her own presentation was like.
So to ignore her own son to this twists his stomach.
Waka’s predictably mortified at the toy, refusing to even look at it when he wakes up later. Tendou merely shrugs, taking it out of the plastic and leaving it in plain sight with a tube of lube when he leaves for the night. The thought to stay through the night niggles in the back of his head for the better part of the evening, but eventually convinces himself that Waka won’t take care of himself if Tendou’s there.
He returns in the morning with food, smirking when Waka throws blankets over himself. The Alpha’s blushing, facing away from Tendou and acting ever so guilty. He looks a bit more lucid though, but he’s not sure if it’s just because of what day it is or if the item helped.
Tendou places the food directly on the spot he’d left the toy that's suspiciously not there anymore, “Breakfast?”
“Not hungry.”
“You haven't eaten in two days and won’t be out of here for at least another day and half,” he held out a granola bar and bottle of water, placing them on the bed when Wakatoshi didn’t turn round, “Eat that… for me.” a hand sneaks around and the food disappears. “Good boy.” He leaves, content that Wakatoshi can figure himself out for a few hours until he comes back with more food.
Neither mention it… ever.
After presentation, Waka shoots up even more, almost eye level with Tendou when he’s sixteen and taller than him by eighteen. He fills out, his awkward teenage body gaining muscle even as he tries to get used to his new height and reach. It’s harder to shield him from the continued semi-frequent murder attempts, but Tendou makes it work.
If he thought he’d had to try before, now he’s actively trying to not get hit more than a few times during fist training. Most of Shiratorazawa won’t touch the Alpha either, too afraid of the Oyabun should Waka get hit or hurt. He’s taken to bringing Waka to an underground fight ring where nobody knows who they are just so the young alpha has something he can really whale on that's not a bag. Like everything else, he’s a quick study and machines his way through his opponents fairly easily. Tendou rarely sees him take the same kind of hit twice without it being a strategic move to just obliterate the opponent with the next swing. It’s thrilling to watch and he’s not ashamed to say he made quite a bit of money off betting on him early on.
Omegas notice the Alpha more and Tendou enjoys chasing them off when Waka’s expressed he’s had enough… which doesn’t take much. Much beyond a greeting is enough to annoy him. Some of the Omegas sense when he’s not interested… Some don’t though… and those are fun. He enjoys watching them shrink away when he gets too close, asking them what they think they’re doing or if they know who Wakatoshi is, giving them off the wall horrid answers when they don’t. Seeing them scuttle off makes his insides sing.
Waka’s twentieth birthday comes around and the Oyabun has spared no expense. Top brass within Shiratorizawa and important people within several other syndicates mill around the grand ballroom of some ritzy hotel the Oyabun had bought the year before. Tendou’s not supposed to be there but Waka insisted, much to the annoyance of his mother. He stays within eyesight of the Alpha, making sure he’s safe, drifting closer as some of the syndicates send over their representatives to wish the birthday boy a nice evening. Sawamura from Karasuno is new and flanked by some of the previous Oyabun’s people, Ukai and Takeda if Tendou remembers correctly. He’s polite enough and leaves with no fuss.
The Seijo party is a little less polite. The current ruling Alpha, a man by the name of Oikawa Takehiko, is a pompous ass if Tendou were to have an opinion of him. He was somewhere in his thirties with a pretty little wife though Tendou was very sure it was a second marriage despite having nothing to really back that up. They supposedly had a brat or maybe the brat was from the first wife and he’d wanted a thinner model.
The Omega brother wasn't much better. Oikawa Tooru wasn't all that impressive… just vain with the attitude of a spoiled mob brat. The way he clung to and annoyed his bodyguard was evidence enough of that. Tendou noted, with some smug glee, that, while Waka had paused at seeing Oikawa Tooru’s objectively pretty face for the first time, that the Alpha passed over him with little more interest than he’d have for a slug. He’s not sure why it mattered… just that it did.
The rest of the syndicates are uninteresting to be honest. Fukurodani’s Owl is loud. Tendou honestly isn’t impressed with him or the simpering honey-blond he’s got on his arm. The little thing’s a tittering mess, head as empty as a balloon. The Alpha doesn’t even pay that much attention to him except to occasionally shift where his hand is on the stupid thing. They seem to stay close to the Alpha from Nekoma and his own blond Omega though this one doesn’t seem as stupid. He just watches the room like he’s bored, but Tendou wonders if maybe it’s more than that. Slightly more embarrassing than the display from the Oikawa Omega is the one made by the twins the Inarizaki Alpha has following him around. The grey-haired one isn’t quite as loud but equally annoying. Kita, Tendou thinks the Alpha’s name is, reprimands them at least twice through the evening.
Dancing is the worst thing to watch. He doesn’t like the others being that close to Waka. He doesn’t have a choice though. The Alpha will dance with a few of the guests and there’s nothing he can do about it. A couple of them are Shiratorizawa Omegas, children of those in power and hoping to get more. One is with the Seijo Omega to their mutual annoyances. Tendou notes the Alpha bodyguard watching them just as intently and how he goes to collect his charge as soon as the song’s done.
The official party wraps up and Tendou tugs Waka to a car. Semi’s already waiting with car keys. He says nothing, merely acknowledging the Alpha with a respectful nod and opened his door. Waka gets into the car and Tendou rounds to get in on the other side. Semi drives off for the preselected Shiratorizawa bar. They settle into a booth at the back and Semi shows up with a bottle and a pair of crystal glasses. He’s ignored and leaves to make sure they’re undisturbed until they’re ready to leave. Tendou opens the bottle and pours for them both, raising his for a toast to the Alpha’s future and success. He decides more than half the bottle later that he has to do this again. Waka’s an adorable drunk. Well he’s not really drunk… just tipsy… but it’s enough to drop some of his inhibitions, the ones that keep him from doing the things he really wants to. Listening to him spout off about his real dreams is inspiring… and sad. He’ll never do any of it because he’s too much of a good boy to go against the plan set up for him... too loyal to just flip the table that is his impending leadership role within Shiratorizawa and tell them all to go fuck themselves.
Though maybe one day he could find the man who got his mother pregnant… or bore him.
Tendou’s never been able to figure out if the Oyabun is Waka’s sire or dam. He’s not sure anybody, maybe not even Waka himself knows. Tendou’s not even sure if Waka’s genuinely the bitch’s or not… though he’s fairly sure the pride of family blood purity is enough to make that argument for him.
Still though…
She could have always lied about it.
Especially if she claimed to be the sire… knocked some poor male Omega up just to steal the pup from him later.
Tendou didn’t know though and he wasn't sure if it mattered at all.
Waka was Waka with or without Ushijima blood.
It might even make it more impressive if he’s not.
Little Wakatoshi doing all he did without a drop of superior Ushijima blood is an interesting thought… one he doesn’t know what to do with.
He comes to admit to himself that… little Ushijima Wakatoshi… isn’t so little anymore.
Sitting across from him, watching his face gain some color, seeing the way his eyes sparkle a little when he’s talking about something he’s truly interested in makes Tendou see Waka for who he’s become over the last thirteen years.
He’s not little, not a pup to be taught and corralled but an adult…
He’s an adult… and he’s… attractive.
He’s every bit the bull Alpha Tendou envisioned when he took this assignment thirteen years ago… and Tendou’s…
Tendou’s lost to it.
He doesn’t know when it happened… if it’s only just happened or if it had some time ago and he’s just catching up to himself.
He doesn’t know if it’s love… if he’s capable of feeling something as plebeian as ‘love’ but it’s something strong, something possessive.
He wants it, wants him for himself…
He wants to protect him from everything as he’s done every day for the last thirteen years.
The desire to see him at the top like he’s supposed to be is an all consuming fire disguised as embers.
He wants to stand in the shadow of the Alpha and watch as he lays waste to the rest of them.
He needs to wait…
It’s not time yet.
But it will be soon…
And he’ll make sure it happens.
Semi’s waiting for them when they stumble out around two in the morning.
He means to drop Waka off at the house.
What he gets instead is a kiss.
It’s chaste, new… virginal even.
He’d not sure what to do as he stands there, Waka tall enough now to look down at him. His olive eyes aren't as unfocused as Tendou would like. If Waka’s drunk, he can brush it off and pretend it didn’t happen and pretend that his feelings don’t mean a thing.
But Waka’s not drunk… or even all that tipsy anymore.
Waka kissed him… and meant it.
And Tendou’s fucked.
God is he fucked.
“Tendou-”
“Waka-”
They both pause…
“Why…?”
Waka looks upset, “If you don’t want to, it’s fine…”
“That's not what I asked,” Tendou replied, almost slipping into his instructor mode, “Why.”
Waka’s lips thin and Tendou shoves away the thought that he wants to suck on them, “I… If not you, then who?”
Well… that wasn't what he’d been expecting.
“I trust you.”
Oh.
He bites them until they’re a very tempting shade of red to match the fading flush in his cheeks, “I know who I am… what I am… It's a lot of risk, which is fine… but not for something like this.”
“Waka… I’m not…” he’s scared at how much he wants to try this…
“Who do I trust if not you..?” he’s so open… so bluntly honest about it.
So very… so very Wakatoshi about it.
Tendou tries one more time, kicking himself as he does, “I’m nobody. You can have anybody you want.”
“I want you.”
Shit.
Tendou realizes that he’s a weak weak man when it comes to Ushijima Wakatoshi.
He’ll move mountains and hell itself for this boy.
The second kiss is still chaste but Tendou’s as patient as he is smart and that's to say he's neither at the moment. He’s surprised when Waka backs off, lets him take the lead, let’s Tendou invade his mouth in a decidedly not chaste way. It’s a heady feeling, backing Wakatoshi against the car. He finally breaks away with the need for air and sees Semi standing on the other side of the car, ash blond brow arched in a way that was totally not judgy in the least.
And he realises what he’s doing and who he’s doing it with in front of the Ushijima house.
He bodily separates himself and is about to jump back in the car so Semi can drive them to the garage, but Waka grabs him by the wrist and gives it a squeeze before letting go and heading inside. The invitation is clear and Tendou has no idea what to do. He glances at Semi who’s, of course, no help, and then back at the house. It’s all quiet, almost too quiet… but his instincts nudge him towards the house anyway. He glances over at Semi again who just gives him a half-assed salute before jumping back in the car and driving off.
Probably to go fuck the medic, Shirabu.
Yea Tendou knows about Shirabu… doesn’t care about Shirabu.
He almost walks away anyway...
Instead he heads into the house.
Waka seems to have waited for him with the way he’s sitting on the bed, arms resting on his knees. He stays there as Tendou’s closed the door and crossed the room. Tendou’s not sure what he’s doing, well he knows what he’s doing… It’s just who he’s doing it with that’s tripping him up. But Waka’s tilting his head up when Tendou presses a finger under his chin and scoots back a little when he rests a knee between his legs. His lips part so Tendou can shove his tongue into his mouth. Hands touch his hips, fingers twisting into the bottom of his shirt. Tendou runs a hand through olive brown hair, tugging on it a little. The groan was unexpected… apparently for both of them because Waka froze.
Tendou pulled away just enough to see the faint pink on the Alpha’s cheeks, “Like that did we, Wakatoshi?” and tugged on his hair again. Waka didn’t really answer, just blinked blown out eyes at him
All that just from a little hair pulling.
Tendou leans down, kissing him again. Waka got hands slowly moving, tentative on where they’re going… like he has no idea what to do with them. They find Tendou’s ass and give it a gentle squeeze. It’s not really Tendou’s thing, but nibbles on Waka’s bottom lip in reward for trying. The hands get a little bolder, move up to his waist and under his shirt to touch skin. The Alpha’s hands are warm. Tendou feels a pleasant shudder down his spine as they climb up his back and around his sides. It’s only as clothes start to come off that he’s not sure how this will go. He doesn’t bottom, not even for Waka.
And then Waka rolls over.
He digs around in his drawer for a tube of familiar-branded lube and presents himself, almost like an Omega. Tendou’s mouth goes dry so fast he almost chokes. He can't believe what he has right in front of him.
He’s not only going to be fucking the Ushijima heir… He’s going to be fucking the Ushijima heir.
He has Ushijima Wakatoshi on his knees, presenting for him like a bitch in heat.
It’s a heady rush to his head.
Never in his wildest fantasies had he ever thought this was how it’d go.
He’s never fucked an Alpha before though so he has no idea how they react compared to Omegas. The closest thing has been that one male Beta from a few years ago. The lack of slick like what Semi would give him had been a little annoying but easily worked around.
Waka’s skin is smooth as he runs his hands up the Alpha’s back and down his sides. It’s all so hot and firm under his palms. He can feel the power to rip limbs off and yet the Alpha’s just there, pliant under him. Tendou kisses between shoulder blades and down his spine, nipping at his hips as he opens the lube and warms it some. Wakatoshi’s breathing heavier than he usually does, body pulled tight like a bow.
Tendou leans over him, licking and biting his ear, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
“Relax,” he eases one finger in, careful to not hurt him. It takes a moment and some gentle pats on his thigh before Waka’s loose enough for him to keep going. He works it, getting everything all nice and slick. The Alpha’s trembling, breathing hard. He hadn't said anything to make Tendou stop though. A second finger nudged its way in and he twisted them around, loosening everything up. Waka slowly eases himself down, his legs not really holding him up anymore.
“How are we, Waka?”
There’s a shiver and the Alpha shifts under his fingers, “Acceptable.” There’s so much going on in his voice. It’s shaky and airy. Waka’s head’s not all there anymore. Tendou shifts a little, fingers brushing that little spot-
Waka stiffens around him, gasping as he clamps down around him.
Tendou waits, stroking his side as Waka slowly relaxes some. He spreads his fingers a little and slides them out a bit before easing them back in, adding a third, “Good boy.” Wakatoshi shivers again, relaxing enough to press flatter on the bed. “Very good boy.” Tendou runs a hand down the Alpha’s back, over a side. Wakatoshi loosens up around him until he’s rutting into the mattress and Tendou’s got three fingers inside him. He slowly slides them out and squirts a palmful into his hand, slicking himself up. “Ready Waka?”
“Mm,” Waka sounds breathless, “Yes Sir.”
He drags the dry hand down the Alpha’s spine, “Remember. You can tell me to stop any time. Yes?”
“Yes Sir,” Waka shivers. Tendou leans over, pressing a kiss between muscular shoulder blades, and presses himself, letting just the head breach. Waka tenses for a second… and then relaxes when Tendou strokes his sides.
“Good boy,” he slides a little more, feeling the Alpha open up around him, “That's my good boy.” It’s heavenly honestly… hot and tight… better than the Betas or even Semi… He’s not sure why... Just that it is.
The sight of Wakatoshi’s Alpha ass getting speared open by his Beta dick, swallowing it up, sucking him in is something else. He has never and will never have anything to compare to this again. His mind is simultaneously on fast forward with everything and yet blissfully fuzzy.
Waka’s making low choked off sounds, so close to wanton wons, Tendou can practically hear them. It makes him go faster, harder, just for the hope he can break Waka into making the noises for real. The Alpha almost does… but he tenses, gasping around Tendou. Tendou cums almost instantly which is… well embarrassing. To be fair, he’s never had anything like that before and the sheer intensity of it rocked everything he thought he’d known. He even gets to be the big spoon, cradling Waka like the precious thing he is after he’d cleaned him up. It’s the hardest thing to leave a couple of hours later, sneaking out and around the cameras so as to not get caught. He’d sleep, not really anyway. He drifts some, but his mind’s reeling.
Tendou Satori fucked Ushijima Wakatoshi.
He chuckles a little to himself.
What would Ushijima Masami do to him if she found out what he’d done to her son…?
Given what little she seemed to care, maybe nothing.
But there was a vast difference between looking out for the boy and rearranging his insides with inferior Beta dick.
He feels smug, especially when, a few hours later, he’s walking with Waka to a meeting with the bitch. The Alpha has the slightest limp, probably not noticeable to anybody but him. His mother doesn’t notice when he takes an extra moment to get comfortable once he’s sitting either. Then again, Waka covers it well, knowing bitch’s intolerance for fidgeting.
Waka doesn’t treat him differently after their little tumble together. Their relationship is more or less strictly business in that Tendou continues to spend most of his working hours protecting Waka from any number of potential deaths.
What does change is the slowly increasing number of nights he finds himself in Waka’s bedroom for something more than talking.
It’d started slow, once or twice a month when things got hectic for Waka. He seemed to be using it more as stress relief than anything else. Which was fine. It kept it from being complicated. Tendou was there to serve, to protect, as it‘d been for over a decade. Nothing had changed. He’d simply had a duty added. If he happens to enjoy this particular duty more than the rest, nobody needs to know. Their nights together get more numerous, once a week and then twice. Nine months into it, Tendou’s spending almost every night with Waka.
And some of them don’t involve sex.
Some of those nights are just them sitting on Waka’s couch, watching TV while the Alpha’s resting against Tendou. The redhead refuses to call it cuddling but that’s more or less what they’re doing. Tendou sometimes runs a colorful commentary over whatever they’re watching, making Waka laugh here and there, and Waka will occasionally talk about something bothering him. It’s almost always work related and ‘he’s thought it through multiple times. He’s just not sure if he’s missing something obvious. What does Tendou think’?
That’s about when Tendou realises they’ve fucked up.
That whatever they have going on isn’t just… something he can sweep under the rug anymore.
Waka’s feelings, for what limited amount he shows, are involved. It’s almost funny… This amazing Alpha can have anybody in the entire world and… he seems to have chosen Tendou.
It doesn’t make sense.
Tendou’s not even sure how much of those feelings he can reciprocate. He cares for the Alpha, enough to kill for him, die for him. Part of that’s the job talking but he also genuinely wants Wakatoshi safe and happy.
He’s trying to figure it all out when news of Oikawa Takahiko’s death filters through the information brokers. Seijo was covering up most of the incident and even Tendou was having trouble getting any relevant details about it. All he knew was that the Alpha and his wife were dead, leaving a little boy behind… and the Omega brother.
Tendou didn’t care about that.
He wanted to figure out who had the hit on the Syndicate Boss and who was the one to carry it out.
Was it them? Shiratorizawa?
Tendou wasn’t why, but the Oyabun had been rather shifty about something. He planned to find out about what in case he was wrong about why and it was something more sinister.
He hates being right.
“It’s not enough,” the bitch said to one of her most trusted dogs one fine afternoon while Tendou’s waiting for Waka to finish up his martial arts training. The camera feed isn’t great, bought second hand from some coked up junkie, but it’d done what it was supposed to. “We’ll have to look at my nephew.”
Tendou feels an unholy rage filter into his veins.
Not good enough?
What is she talking about?
Wakatoshi is practically a prodigy and where he falls short, he’s figured out how to get around.
What’s the point of him putting so much time into this if Waka’s just going to be discarded in the end.
He’s put literal years into this boy, over a decade of his life spent training him to be the best…
He refuses to let it end here.
He plots all through the Seijo funeral. It’s a somber affair, not that he cares. It’s all for show anyway. He’s not even sure why they’re there except that there’s some old alliance he didn’t know about before but Takehiko hadn’t done much if anything to keep up said good relations. The entire guest list looked like it’d come from some old contacts book from two or three leaders ago and nobody had bothered to update it.
Apparently the title’s gone to the younger Omega brother. He doesn’t care and only just barely notices the way Oikawa Tooru stands so stiffly and favors a leg. He notices a little more when Waka goes to give his condolences. He notices the death grip the Omega has on the Alpha bodyguard’s jacket sleeve, how he’s leaning against the Alpha like his life depends on it but is trying to not get caught doing it. To the Alpha’s credit, he’s stone still, solid like a rock as though he doesn’t have an extra hundred and fifty pounds leaning on him. He plays deaf and dumb as well as any dog Tendou’s come across.
Thankfully they don't stay long and he can finalize everything. He doesn’t ask Waka what he thinks about the whole thing. His opinion doesn’t matter.
There’s a threat to Wakatoshi’s wellbeing, maybe even his life, and Tendou’s going to take care of it as he’s always done.
His plan is set. He just has to wait for the opportune time… which shows up about three weeks later. That evening has a dinner wherein, he’s heard through the grapevine, they’ll be discussing who’s truly taking the title.
Only there won’t be time for them to change their plans.
There will only be time to scrabble and panic and for Wakatoshi to emerge as the leader of Shiratorazawa he was meant to be.
It’s easy to get into the house. He comes here nearly everyday. The bodyguards know him, know who he’s probably here for. He heads up the stairs as he does mornings throughout the week… until he heads for the master suite. It’s simple… almost insulting given his skill set… just a quick shot to the head… He watched as it sprayed, almost like popping a zit. He stuffs the gun and gloves into a bag and into his jacket as he leaves the room and heads for Waka’s.
The Alpha’s still asleep, laying on his stomach. Tendou drapes himself over the broad back and starts to lick and kiss the other’s nape. Wakatoshi slowly comes to, unconsciously grinding into the mattress. The pretty olive eyes open and Tendo smirks.
“Wakey Wakey Wakatoshi,” he kisses a cheek, “We have a busy day today.”
Wakatoshi grabs a hand and practically snuggles back into bed for a minute. Tendou can’t help the fond smile. He leans on the one elbow and brushes hair from the Alpha’s forehead. It’s moments like this that he realises just how genuinely fond of Wakatoshi he’s become. It’s an alien feeling, warm in a way that he’s not comfortable with.
But ridding himself of it means leaving Waka behind.
And he can stand that even less.
Somewhere, somehow… little stoic Wakatoshi has rooted himself so firmly into his life that life without him doesn’t make sense…
Tendou trails the free hand down Waka’s back, slipping under the single blanket to his bare ass. He’s not sure when the Alpha had started sleeping naked but it’s sure as fuck convenient. Waka lets his hand go and stretches before going limp, wiggling his ass once or twice. Tendou blindly grabbed the lube and set to work. A quick tug on the Alpha’s hair gave the noise Tendou had come to require. Once loose enough, he pulled away, Waka getting to his knees in an attempt to follow him. He untucked himself and thrust. Waka gasped, clenching around him for a long second before loosening so Tendou could move. It’s so hot and tight and the Alpha under him is just…
He was fucking a king.
The king just didn't know he'd been crowned yet.
“Satori… please,” Waka bites back a sound that's not exactly Alpha-esue… Tendou would know.
He’s heard it before.
It’s one of his favorite sounds in the entire world…
He has to hurry though.
The Oyabun’s dogs will find out about the murder sooner rather than later and he’d rather they not catch them fucking.
He finishes up, helps Waka get off and shoves him into the shower. The gun and gloves are shoved into a bag he knew they were taking today and then sits down to wait for the inevitable. It shows up in the form of Kato, knocking loudly and then hurling himself into the room as Waka’s reappeared, towel-drying hair.
The Alpha pulled up shirt, “Eh-”
“It’s the Boss,” Kato looked a little crazed.
“What’s wrong,” Waka finished his hair and tossed the towel at the hamper.
“She’s…” Kato swallowed, “She’s dead.”
Waka blinked, “... I see… Where?”
“In her bed. We don’t know who could’ve gotten in-!”
Tendou eyed Waka, seeing how he reacted… which honestly wasn’t much. The Alpha didn’t care or was just shellshocked and numb. He glanced at Kato who was starting to look very stressed.
“Sir-”
“Tighten security,” Tendou cut him off, “Find them.”
Kato rushed off, seemingly grateful for orders. Tendou rolled his eyes. Waka stays put for a good long while. He eventually sits down on the bed for a few minutes. Neither speak much that day: Waka not at all really and Tendou to give orders though most of them are ignored in favor of whatever the old geezers have decided will be the course of action.
The funeral three days later is a somber event. Few cry though. The bitch made sure nobody would really miss her.
Not even her own son.
Waka hasn’t shed a tear since he found out. One would assume he’s just being stoic about it. One would assume he’s put up a strong front until he’s alone.
Tendou knows better.
Tendou knows Wakatoshi is, in fact, numb to it. The Alpha grieves for her but… it’s almost a shallow grief, surface level really. She was his mother but there wasn’t much of a bond to break. There’s not really a void to fill. Waka feels it the most simply because there’s no ‘boss’ figure anymore.
Oikawa Tooru makes his way toward them, faithful dog behind him, “I won’t offer my condolences.” Tendou nearly cocks a brow and grits his teeth at the blatant disrespect, “We both know what kind of woman she was. The world’s better off without her so congratulations, I guess.”
Waka seems very confused by that and can’t quite get out a response before the Omega limps away, doing his best not to cling to the Alpha bodyguard. Tendou eyes him, his opinion on the man not getting any better. Wakatoshi doesn’t say much else for the rest of the funeral.
Tendou fucks him nice and slow that night and then spoons his Alpha, letting him wallow, shed a tear or two finally before falling asleep. He stays awake for awhile after, fingers running though olive brown. Until he finally drifts off.
The problem shows up when the cousin claims he’s the heir to Shiratorizawa. There’s no paperwork to back him up though some of the Exects do. It becomes a split in the syndicate. Alot of the old blood wants Ushijima Ryota to take the title. Tendou had guessed as much.
“Should I give it to him…?” Waka asked in his post-sex haze.
“I don’t see why,” Tendou replied as he cleaned the Alpha up, “It’s not his.” Waka sighed, “Unless this is not what you want,” he paused, studying the Alpha, “Is this something you want…?”
Waka didn’t reply right away, “It’s all I’ve known… I give this up, I have nothing…”
Tendou touched his face, waiting until olive eyes met his, “If you want to leave, I’ll follow you.”
Waka’s forehead creased, “I don’t know… I don’t know what I should do… What should I do?”
“You take it,” Tendou replied, “You take it and once you’ve established yourself, you’ll have the influence to do whatever hits your fancy.”
“Like find my other parent…?”
“Like find your other parent,” Tendou nodded, “You’ll be so powerful they’ll even come looking for you… because they won’t be able to miss you.”
Wakatoshi slowly nodded, “You’ll help me..?”
“Of course,” Tendou smirks a little, “Do you trust me.”
Pretty olive eyes stare at him with all the gravity in the world, “Of course.”
“Then trust me to handle this. Ok…?”
Waka slowly nods, “Use me how you need to.”
Tendou assumes this is where most in their situation would probably kiss and does.
The plan is simple enough, takes a couple of days to put all the moving pieces in motion. It comes together and he makes sure to cover the holes in case his assumptions are wrong. People are mostly predictable though so he doubts he needs the backups.
He just needs the final piece… luring Ryota out.
“Write this,” he places the message in front of Waka, “In your words of course.”
Waka reads it over and sets to writing it down with a couple of minor adjustments and then folds it to be sent out. They leave a few hours later under the guise of going to dinner. Nobody thinks twice about it and Waka doesn’t even blink when they pull up to one of the lesser used warehouses at the edge of their territory. The Alpha follows Tendou inside, silently watching Tendou assemble the weapons he’s chosen for this.
Waka stares at it, “Isn’t that what Kakugawa uses?”
“Yup,” Tendou loads it, “I wonder what Komaki will do when we bang down his door.”
“You’re framing him…”
Tendou smirks, “Obviously. Can't have your mother’s people thinking we killed him now can we.”
Waka doesn’t say another word about it.
Five minutes later, they spot headlights and Tendou hides, giving himself a clear view of Waka and where Ryota will likely stand. He feels calm yet his heart hammers abit. He has utmost faith in his assumption…
But they could also be wrong on occasion.
It couldn’t be wrong this time.
Ryota steps into the building, seemingly unfazed, “You wanted a word?”
“I did.”
“If this is about the whole Oyabun shit, I’ve got nothing to say to you. It’s mine. Fuck off.”
“I would like to see where you can prove that,” Waka replies, “If there was anything substantial to back that up, I might think differently.”
Ryota snorted, “Your mother knew she’d fucked up. Letting that redhead freak anywhere near you was the biggest mistake of her life, bigger than when that sorry excuse for an Omega showed up four months pregnant with you. Nobody even believed him at first… why would they…? He was insignificant, a nobody. They already had me anyway. What did we need with another…?” he took a few steps closer. Tendou narrowed his eyes at him, “That’s why they kept training me, even after you were born and the paternal test came back positive. It’s a good thing they did too… because you’re a huge fuck up, not fit for Aunt Masami’s place. I am. I am true Heir.”
Wakatoshi didn’t respond to any of it.
“So you’ll excuse me if I-” Ryota reached into his suit jacket and whipped out a pistol, “-end this whole debacle.” Tendou readied himself, sensing there was something else. This one seemed to be on a rant and when Waka didn’t retaliate, he’d probably keep ranting with all that pent up annoyance.
Maybe admit to something Tendou’s been suspecting for awhile...
“She could never properly do it, you know. Left it up to chance, instead of doing it herself. She couldn’t see how irreversibly you’d been corrupted by that Beta until it was too late.”
“So you’re the one trying to kill me,” Wakatoshi said without much inflection.
“Who’s not?” Ryota snorted, “He’s turned you into a freak, just like him, worse even.”
Tendou had heard enough of this and popped out of his hiding place, gun pointed directly at the Alpha, “
“How did you-?”
Tendou just smirks, “I guessed right.”
He puts a bullet into the Alpha’s head and wipes the gun down, tossing it elsewhere for whoever to find it, “That takes care of that.” He went to leave, pausing when Waka wasn’t with him. The Alpha looked lost in thought, “You ok?”
“She wanted me dead,” Wakatoshi stared at the body, “All those attempts…”
Tendou should’ve felt happier that Waka understood what the rest had been trying to do to him for over ten years… should’ve been happier that he’d been right to begin with. The strained look on Waka’s face though…. It drained what little enjoyment he’d gotten out of it.
“It doesn’t matter,” he replied, “They’re dead. You’re not. It doesn’t matter what they said because they lost.”
“Do you think I’m abnormal?”
They don’t have time for this.
Still Tendou makes his way to the Alpha and cups his face, kissing him deeply, “You are perfect as you are. Anyone who says otherwise isn’t worth listening to,” he steps away, grabbing a hand, “Let’s go… before we’re found. I’m sure he brought friends or has a check in.”
Wakatoshi follows him out to the dingy car and says nothing as Tendou drives off to junk the thing. They stick around just long enough to make sure the car’s properly crushed before heading to the other car Tendou stashed. By the time they make it back to Shiratorizawa, there’s already a rumor or two floating around. Nothing’s overtly the matter but he spots a couple of Exects who don’t show up unless there’s a meeting within the hour.
Which there isn’t.
Tendou would know.
Wakatoshi heads for his office, Goshiki on his tail.
“Where have you been?” Semi hisses as he sidles up to Tendou.
“Taking care of things.”
“So it was you-”
Tendou slid him a look, “Yes. We were busy taking out the trash.”
Semi didn’t look happy, “There’s a manhunt for the guy-!”
“So let them find him,” Tendou waved it away.
“Should’ve known you wouldn’t care.”
“What’s there to care about? The trash was dealt with and different trash will burn for it.”
“If you say so.”
“I know so.”
The meeting that afternoon is a shitstorm. Half the Execs are calling for blood. Some of them are accusing Wakatoshi, claiming he was getting rid of the competition. Others waved it off or said ‘so what’ like they knew Ryota was going to do the same. The argument was one for the books honestly, highly entertaining.
They called for a vote and those opposed to Waka taking the title just out edged those who were fine with it. Tendou noted each and every one. Once the meeting adjourned, he sent off a text to Semi. The Omega was, predictably, pissed at the list of names. He wasn’t any happier when the small group met up later that night.
“You’re fucking kidding me right? How the hell are we supposed to-”
Tendou covered his mouth with a hand, “By hitting them when they least expect, dear Semi Semi.”
The Omega glowered at him, “Fuck off with your ‘Semi Semi’ you-”
“We’re sure this is the way we want to deal with this?” Sagae asked, “Taking all of them out might change some of the grunts’ opinions and not for the better.”
“Unless we pitch it like ‘new management, new rules’,” Leon commented.
Tendou pointed at him, other four fingers wrapped around a glass, “Someone like Wakatoshi invites a new breed to Shiratorizawa. The traditionalists will leave and give people like you more of a chance to shine. I just want to be able to play a game they wouldn’t have let me play otherwise. Strength? Power? Yes, but on our terms, not theirs. It’s time to kick them all and join under our new leader, the miracle boy, Wakatoshi.”
Goshiki was the first to cheer and slammed his drink back. The rest followed suit, Semi being last. He didn’t look particularly happy but it was for the way going forward and not so much the sentiment.
“How do we want to get rid of them?” Shirabu asked, “Gather them and ‘rain of fire’ or off them one by one? Should we do it the same way each time or different ways?”
“One by one,” Tendou replied after a pause, “The weakest, lowest on the totem pole and work our way up… make the top squirm in their seats…”
“That’s nasty,” Taichi grinned, “I like it.”
Tendou raised his glass, “To our Miracle Boy. We bathe his initiation in the blood of those who think him weak.”
Glasses clinked and drinks swallowed.
Within days, the first few targets were taken out. Rumors flew through the ranks and the higher Exects beefed up their protection. It didn’t matter. Tendou found a way in despite the numbers and security measures. Whether it was Shirabu’s poisoning or Semi’s sharpshooting or Tendou just stabbing them in some empty elevator, they all slowly met their end. Six Execs down, the rest called for another meeting. The four remaining opposition swore loyalty if Waka would just call off his dogs.
“Prove your loyalty then,” Waka replied, “Prove your loyalty before your time comes and I’ll consider it,” he got up to leave the meeting, “But know that if you get a second chance and you betray me again, you’ll wish you died here.”
None of them made the cut.
Wakatoshi took his place as Oyabun undisputed ten days later.
The dead Execs were replaced with Tendou’s people, each one more loyal than the last. Everything fell into place as Tendou assumed they would. It’s almost enough to make Tendou smug. There’s just one thing left to do but he lets it go for a year before bringing it up.
"You should choose an Omega."
The Alpha paused his paperwork, "Why? I have you."
Tendo smirked, "Aye… but you’ll need an heir… and we both know that won’t work for us.”
Wakatoshi’s brows furrow, “But… an heir means that I’d have to… with someone else…”
“I know,” Tendo smiles a little, “and, for that reason, I’m ok with it,” he sidles up to Waka, his hand gliding up Waka’s, “I’d love to see your pup. You’ll make adorable babies.”
Wakatoshi gives it some thought, too much really, but that’s Waka’s way, “Then I should choose the best right? To have the strongest.”
“Of course.”
“I’ll think on it.”
It doesn’t come up again for a few weeks which is fine. Waka’s young enough for it to not a priority. Tendou had simply brought it up because the sooner they had an heir, the sooner they could mold it into a suitable replacement for when Waka eventually walked away.
When it is brought up again, it’s out of nowhere.
“Oikawa.”
Tendo blinks, “Oikawa…? As in Oikawa Tooru…?” Wakatoshi nods, “Leader of Seijo Oikawa Tooru…?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“He is the strongest. He is an Omega but he leads Alphas. If I am King, as you say I am, then he will make for an excellent queen. He is also beautiful so it would stand to reason that any offspring would also be both beautiful and the most powerful they can be.”
It was said with such certainty it was hard for Tendou to find fault with it.
He’s unreasonably proud.
And combining forces with Seijo would make them the strongest in all of Miyagi.
They might even be able to take on any of the syndicates in Tokyo.
The Horned Owl was strong but was he that strong…?
Tendou didn’t think so… not as they were now… with Seijo though….
Still… he wasn’t sure how easy it’d be to convince said Omega to what they wanted.
So he talks to Soekawa Jin, has him collect info on Oikawa. It’s slow going, most of it old news or nothing very useful. Seijo is playing close to the chest and Tendou, for all his guessing, can’t figure out what’s going on with them. It’s a little frustrating when, six months in, he still doesn’t have much to go on.
“Just give him an Omega,” Semi commented over lunch one day, “It’s all the same right? He just needs a kid…?”
“Yea,” Tendou replied, “I want him to have the best though.”
“What’s more important though… Him getting the best or him getting an heir…?”
“The heir probably…”
Semi shrugged, “So just toss him a cunt and get it over with. Surely he can hold a stiffy long enough to knock somebody up.”
Tendou chewed for awhile, “How do you feel about being that cunt, Semi Semi.”
The Omega arched a brow, “Do I get to order you to stop calling me “Semi Semi’?”
“Maybe.”
“Sure. Don’t know if I’ll do it twice, but I can try for one if he can tolerate me.”
“You’ll be fine,” Tendou waved it away.
Wakatoshi doesn’t have much free time over the next few times so it’s almost a week before he gets the opportunity to bring it up to the Alpha. Waka doesn’t seem particularly thrilled with the idea but finally agrees to see Semi. The Omega shows up looking very professional with a flatteringly cut suit sans the tie.
"This is Semi Eita, one of the better ones around here. He'll be a good Omega for you."
The ash blond doesn’t exactly offer a smile but it’s close.
“And Oikawa?” Waka asks.
“I’m working on a solution to that,” Tendou replies, “Until then, Semi Semi-” he doesn't miss the way the Omega’s eyes flash in annoyance, “-here will be a good placeholder as it were. You might even want to try for pups with him.”
“Will they be as strong though.”
“If I may,” Semi spoke up, probably feeling brave because Tendou’s standing right there. Waka nodded, “I have been in service here for nearly ten years. I am your sniper Sir. I’ve taken out targets from over two thousand meters. My infiltration record is spotless. I have over three hundred kills to my name and not one of them have ever been traced back to us, Sir.”
“He’s also very pretty,” Tendou added, just to piss the proud Omega off.
Waka doesn’t react to that, “Mm… That is… acceptable. Will you become my Omega until I have secured Oikawa Tooru…?”
“My life is yours to do with as you want,” Semi replied.
Waka nodded once, “We will discuss the details over dinner. You may go.”
Semi bowed and left the room.
Tendou swears there’s an eye roll.
The door clicks closed.
“He’s the best Omega we have, Waka.”
“I want the best,” Wakatoshi shuffled through papers, finding what he was looking for.
Tendou leans over the desk, taking up viewing space and stares right at the Alpha. When Waka doesn’t look up at him, he pokes him in the forehead. “Wakatoshi.”
The pen pauses and Waka finally looks at him, “He’s not Oikawa. He’s not the best.
“The best is relative, Waka. What one considers the best is what someone else would think is the worst.”
“Your point.”
“Both Omegas have good qualities the other doesn’t possess. Oikawa is pretty and powerful. He gets Alphas to listen to him and leads a syndicate. All very good… but would he be loyal to you? Would he die for you?”
“It wouldn’t be his job to,” he went back to write-
“You’re wrong.”
The pen froze and he looked back up, brow arched. He was getting annoyed. Tendou didn’t have much time before he’d have to leave him alone for awhile.
“All of us, every last one of us in Shiratorizawa, regardless of what our official duties are… Our first and most important job is to keep you alive. You are our leader and, while I have no doubt that you’d die to protect your Omega-” he holds a finger up when Waka goes to correct him, “-You’d die to protect me, I know, but that's not for you to do. Your partner, whether it be me or your child’s dam, needs to, at the very least, be willing to do for you what you’d do for them. Semi’s willing to die for you. Is Oikawa…?” with that he left the office.
Semi apparently hadn't left yet since he was leaned up against the far wall, having a staring contest with Goshiki. Leon just seemed to find it amusing. Tendou ignored all of them and went for the elevator.
Semi slipped in right as the doors were closing, “I don’t appreciate you selling me out like that.”
“I told you what this meeting was about,“ Tendou leaned against the hard metal box.
“You forgot to mention the part where he has absolutely no interest, at all. That's humiliating.”
“I thought you weren’t all that keen on being his fuck buddy anyway.”
“There’s a difference. We don’t have to like each other to fuck, especially if it’s just to give him a kid, which I’m perfectly willing to do even though it’s going to fuck me up for like a year. I didn’t even mind the part where he lets you fuck him. I thought that was his thing, that he didn’t like Omegas. Fine. Go for it. Hell I’ve fucked you and we can make a party out of it. He can fuck me while you’re fucking him if that’s what gets him off. Fine! Cool! But no. Come to find out he does have an Omega in mind. And that's it an enemy like that Seijo fucker? Pisses me the hell off,” he growls low… well as low as an Omega can. It’s not particularly intimidating though maybe it would be to someone else.
“Calm down,” Tendou leans his head back, “Wakatoshi’s reasonable. He’ll make the right choice. Just be ready for him when he does.”
“Are you really going to try and turn Oikawa?”
“Haven't decided yet…”
Too many pros and cons to work out at the moment.
Not to mention Iwaizumi Hajime.
“Well, should you decide not to, let me know where you’re going to run him off the road. I want to watch,” Semi got off to the third floor and left Tendou to hit the ground floor alone.
Wakatoshi leaves for dinner with Semi at the appointed time, leaving Tendou behind. It’s odd to be left out for something important like this and he can’t help the slight twinge of jealousy at the thought of Semi Eita getting railed by his Wakatoshi. He reminds himself why, that he can’t give Waka the heir he deserves… that Semi’s just a step up from a rented uterus. It’s a business exchange.
Semi doesn’t come back with Waka but he’d half expected that to be the case. The Alpha appears and shrugs out of his suit and then takes the cufflinks out. It’s quiet, stifling for someone not Tendou.
“Satori?”
“Mm?”
“I don’t know what to do with an Omega.”
Tendou blinked, not entirely surprised since he’d been Waka’s only sex partner, “Good thing Eita’s not exactly your typical Omega then, isn’t it…?” Waka gave him a look. “Semi does not need to be wined and dined like most Omegas with our world. He’s content with mostly anything and is as content to take charge and ride you as he is to starfish and let you do as you want to him.” He watched Waka blush, the top of cheeks turned an impressive shade of red that almost reached his nose and extended to the tips of his ears.
“Do I… is the sex that important… Can I not just….”
“If you want an heir sooner rather than later then yes, it’s important. If you don’t, then no… I suppose all you’d have to do is show up to events with him on your arm…. Though-” he added, “-either away, I would highly suggest that you get to know him if, for no other reason, than so you don’t seem like strangers in a place that demands you not be.”
Waka leaned on the dresser, head almost tucked between his shoulders, “What does it matter. I have you. I don’t need-” he waved his hand around, “-an Omega for public appearances.”
“Except that you do, even if it’s just for right now,” Tendou sidled up to him, brushing dark hair off the Alpha’s forehead.
“We didn’t need to pretend when I took over….”
“No, because you’re the strongest one here. The others just had to be shown their place. We’ve shown our hand though and syndicats like Karasuno and Seijo are watching us closely. It could be devastating for us if they decided to ally with each other.”
“So we’re backing off?”
“We’re hiding in the grass and just for now. We need to expand your influence, perhaps convince a certain Seijo Omega to align with you permanently… But we have to be careful. We are powerful, but not enough to take on the likes of the Horned Owl or the Cat especially if they joined forces. I’ve heard they’re friendly with each other and a rumor about how Karasuno seems to be edging their way into that partnership. We need to be careful and weed some of them out before simply crushing the rest.”
Waka leaned his forehead on Tendou’s shoulder, “And I need Semi for that…?”
“To appear less threatening, yes. Having Semi gives them the illusion of seeing your underbelly,” he stroked fingers through Waka’s hair, almost but not quite burying his nose in it, “Giving them a pretty face, especially a pretty face carrying your pup, to plot kidnappings over hides you. You become one of them until we’re ready to show them what you really are.”
Waka seems to slump a bit, “Ok.”
Semi was presented with a large amethyst ring two days later and that was that. The syndicate accepted his bump in importance with no comment as though he’d always been there. His presence at the social gatherings sparks a little conversation but not much. He plays dumb sufficiantly well, playing into the stereotypes to keep the rest none the wiser. Waka lets him hang on his arm for a bit and they dance with each other first to establish some minor possession but then Semi goes off to mingle with the Omegas and Waka networks. Tendou keeps an eye on all of it.
There were times when Wakatoshi would find Oikawa by himself during one of the fancy banquets or dances somebody threw. Tendou would play lookout and do his best to distract the Seijo Alpha from finding them until Waka was done talking with the Omega. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn’t. Where Wakatoshi was a bull, Iwaizumi was more like a wildcat… nasty roar but take away his teeth and claws and he’d nothing but a house cat.
Nothing happened during those encounters except maybe a bit of posturing on Seijo’s side and Wakatoshi just being his usual earnest self. Sometimes there was a growl but nothing more than that. Tendou hoped Waka would eventually get the hint that Oikawa was most definitely not interested in joining forces.
That or maybe Tendou needed to step in and work his magic for his Alpha.
Maybe the Seijo Omega would need a push in the correct direction.
He’d come to the realization in the early spring the year of his thirty-third birthday. It took him all of two days to plan… and another week to secure the unfortunate sucker who'd carry it out. The Alpha was young, a little impulsive… definitely not the smartest one Tendou had had the displeasure of talking to. He’s not even that subtle in the very public cafe they’re sitting in.
“Do try to keep it down will you.”
“Why? None of them know what we’re talking about anyway,” the Alpha stretched and glanced at one of the female patrons a couple of tables over and grinned at her.
“Maybe. Doesn’t mean we should give them any ideas,” Tendou replied, “Now focus or I walk.”
“Alright alright fiiiine,” he slouched in his chair, “What’s so important that you just had to see me…?”
“Seijo is looking to invade your space.”
The Alpha slides him a look, “Are they? And how would you know?”
Tendou merely smirked, “I blend into the walls. People say things… I hear things… I am a Beta after all.”
“Yea but you’re not just any Beta are you...”
Tendou smirks a little, “My unsolicited advice is this: send him a message. Take something invaluable from him.”
“Won’t that just piss him off. We can’t take Seijo in a fight. Iwaizumi and the Mad Dog alone would-”
Tendo poked him in the head, “Then frame someone else for it. If he’s angry at someone else, he won’t have time to go after you. Depending on who it is might just eradicate both,” he left it at that and stood, walking away.
“Who?”
“I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
Rumors of the attack on Karasuno spread through the Underworld in whispers. Nobody knew anything concrete but Tendou didn’t care. His plan had been carried out in a satisfactory manner.
Given time, he’ll tell Wakatoshi and then the Eagle of Shiratorizawa will swoop in and save his little Omega. He’ll be able to do what Iwaizumi couldn’t do and Wakatoshi will prove to Oikawa that he’s the superior Alpha. He just has to give it a month or two.
Then everything will fall into place for his Wakatoshi.