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Takemichi hates that there are alphas lurking around his territory.
It's bad enough that Koko and Inupi are constantly scouted by others, as if he's ever going to let his alphas join another pack when he's already claimed them as his. Speaking of which, he decides he needs to keep a closer eye on Koko because he's seen the alpha getting a little too close with the leaders of the other gangs.
Kurokawa Izana and Kisaki Tetta to be precise.
He doesn't really know them, but he dislikes them as soon as he realizes they're trying to steal Koko away from him. On principle, this makes them his enemies.
They could've stayed neutral to him, or perhaps he would've welcomed them with open arms and a friendly smile but catching onto their ulterior motives puts him on guard, and he can only ever regard them as the alphas who tried to steal from me, and that's pretty low on his favorability meter. It makes him feel like killing them would be easy, kind of low.
"Koko," he growls while bristling when the alpha walks in, because he no longer smells purely of them. Of Inupi's strong floral pheromones, or even the deep earthiness that belongs solely to Koko, and he grits his teeth, a haze of crimson settling over him before he pounces on the alpha.
Koko releases a slightly startled gasp but easily catches him, his hands strongly gripping his legs as he quickly digs his feet onto the ground, so Takemichi doesn't knock both of them over from impact. His nose scrunches up in distaste when he strongly smells other scents lingering on his alpha; they're admittedly nice, but it only adds to his frustration.
"Wait," Koko hastily says when he catches the look on Takemichi's face, but it's too late, especially when Takemichi's led purely by his instincts right now.
He places his hand on the junction between Koko's neck and shoulder and immediately starts rubbing his wrist over the scent glands. His lips pull back into a snarl when the air permeates with other alpha scents that don't belong there. He hears a sigh, and Koko's hands tighten around him, and almost tiredly he says, "I told you to wait, because I know this will set you off, but you're so impatient." But his eyes are glittering and his lips are lopsided into a smirk, completely contrary to his chiding tone.
Takemichi feels a curl of shame in his veins though for not reigning in his instincts on time. Because what if it had been more serious?
He gives Koko an apologetic look, but he still doesn't pull his wrist away, stubbornly trying to cover the alpha in his own scent.
Koko grumbles something under his breath with an eye roll, but he adjusts to accommodate Takemichi.
"Who?" Takemichi demands sharply after he's satisfied. Now Koko pleasantly smells like the blend of lovely delicious sweetness, the kind of fresh and warm aroma you'll smell when you walk into a nice working bakery. He almost purrs in contentment, but he can't forget just yet about the offensive scents.
"Why? So you can murder them?" Koko snorts in amusement, but there's a pleased glint in his eyes, like he enjoys this.
But Takemichi doesn't say anything, letting silence pend heavily in the room.
The alpha's eyes widen and his jaw drops. "Holy shit! I was just kidding, but seriously?"
Takemichi makes a disgruntled noise and mullishly pouts. "No."
He wouldn't murder anyone, but he'll find them and let them know to back off, or else .
Because he's getting real fed up with having to be kept on his toes around his own territory, it's not supposed to be like that, since everyone knows this area belongs to Black Dragon which belongs to Takemichi , and yet they casually intrude almost every day.
He's not even sure why it started to become a routine for alphas, as if they believe his claim to be weak, indicating that they're looking down on him with their careless and condescending behavior, because he's an omega, no doubt.
But he's still the omega who viciously bit Shiba Taiju and consequently took over Black Dragon from him on the same day.
He's not beyond fighting dirty to protect and keep what was his.
At the time, he didn't even know who Koko or Inupi were yet, however he learns later that what happened was the reason why they chose to follow him.
He had been attracted to a particular scent that led him straight to the Black Dragon gang while they were in the middle of a turf war. When he found the big alpha towering over a distressed looking pup, at least to his omega brain at that time, he rushed in without a second thought, and instinctively attacked. He couldn't even bring himself to care that he was surrounded by other people that sent his warning bells off, because they were all dangerous to a helpless omega like him, he just wanted to eliminate the threat.
The so-called pup was an alpha taller and bigger than him, but he still triggered Takemichi's protective instincts because of the way he carried himself, frightened and timid in front of someone who was intimidating him.
Shiba Hakkai, the only member from Toman who Takemichi officially allowed to trespass. But, frustratingly enough that doesn't stop others from doing the same without his explicit permission.
"Koko, stop teasing him," he hears a familiar voice, ripping him from his thoughts, and he sees Inupi walking up to them with a bland look on his face.
"Inupi!" Takemichi cries out in relief because the alpha smells so good, so familiar and he leaps out of Koko's arms into Inupi's, with Koko sputtering behind them as Inupi catches Takemichi with ease. He's able to calm down when he inhales their combined scents from the alpha, and he genuinely feels his anger being cleared away.
Inupi has always been more considerate.
"Koko, you stink ."
"Hey, it's not my fault, Izana-"
Takemichi growls lividly. " Izana."
" Oh , shit ."
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Of course , the infuriating alpha would be here.
Right in the middle of Black Dragon's territory at a bar that Takemichi frequents whenever he feels the mood to enjoy a certain atmosphere.
He kicks open the door of the VIP bar room, interrupting whatever business Izana is having with the other occupants of the room, who become alert and tense at his presence.
However, he only has eyes for his target.
Izana turns to him with an unreadable face, but he shifts his posture so that he appears bigger than he really is, probably trying to intimidate him as he spreads out in his seat.
"Takemichi, to what do I owe-"
He jumps on the alpha with a growl that reverberates in the hushed room, and after landing roughly on Izana's lap, he bites down on his shoulder with the intent to draw blood.
The alpha stiffens, but there's coiling pheromones leaking out that make Takemichi pause momentarily as his mind blanks out before he unhinges his jaw from shock.
A moment passes by slowly, and Takemichi carefully shifts on the alpha's lap as awkwardness settles in.
Then tentatively, he asks, "Are you... in rut?"
Because there's a thick and heavy scent of arousal surrounding them.
"No," Izana says hoarsely, as his hands curl tightly around Takemichi's waist.
Takemichi can't even properly react as he stares down at the alpha in confusion. Izana stares back up at him with heavy lidded eyes and dilated pupils and his throat bobs distractedly when he swallows.
"Well, I'm glad to have seen that in person," someone mutters in amusement and he sharply turns his head, ignoring the heat that suffuses his cheeks as his eyes zero in on the alpha with a scar on his face. He smirks at Takemichi. "Hey, terrifyingly violent biter."
"Akashi," someone intones, he notices the white haired alpha with a bored expression seated beside Akashi, "Don't upset him. Unless you wanna get bitten."
Akashi chuckles while Takemichi bristles and turns away from them.
Suddenly, he's reminded of why he came in the first place. He reaches out quickly and locks his hand around the back of Izana's neck, ignoring the other two alphas in the room, who are clearly watching, he leans in to hiss threateningly, " Koko is mine. Try to steal him from me, and I'll bite your knot off."
Izana closes his eyes and whimpers.
Takemichi preens in dark satisfaction, because he's managed to strike terror in the alpha. Then, he turns back to the other two alphas who have strange awed expressions on their faces, and bares his teeth at them.
The white haired alpha makes a croaking sound, and pulls up the hood of his jacket then tugs it down so no one can see his face meanwhile the alpha with the scar on his face leans forward almost reverently.
"I want you," the alpha says vehemently, "to join Brahman."