An AU for Togainu no Chi, set in a modern university with Omegaverse theme; hope you enjoy! Please leave comments and reviews!

Warnings: For later chapters that will have violence, possible gore, graphic sex, knotting, mating/heat cycle, male x male. If you don't like, don't read! There will be many different pairings, you'll just have to wait and see!

Disclaimer: I do not own the concept of, nor any of the characters of Togainu no Chi; the only characters I own will be the filler OCs I create. Also it's been a while since I last played the game so I'll try my best to avoid OOCing the characters; if someone seems to be too different from the original design, please let me know so I can try and fix it!

Note: This is also posted on AO3 under my alias 'Snakebite'.

The taste of rain was heavy upon the air, dark clouds shrouding the sky in grays and muddy browns and threatening to unleash a hellish storm. Dark turquoise eyes turned upwards to look at the sky above, lips twisting in a wry grimace as though the darkness was the foreshadowing to the man's future. Hands fumbling around for the zipper of his black bomber jacket, Akira quickly zipped it up over his orange shirt to keep his warmth close to his body before continuing on down the dark and dingy road.

Toshima University, the leading post-secondary school in the country and widely known for its highly academic classes that catered to both alphas and omegas alike. However, unlike most universities, it was situated in the country side; far from sight and the distractions of daily life. The only road leading to the school was a long abandoned street, lined by threatening trees that created the manmade forest that surrounded the school to completely cut it off from the rest of the world around it.

It was here, in this god-forsaken landscape, that Akira planned to make a new beginning for himself. Away from the gossip of everyday life, he knew if he wanted to truly escape his past, this was the place to do so.

Breath started to puff up from his mouth as the weather grew that much colder. Rubbing his hands together before stuffing them in his pockets, the young adult quickly hurried his pace so that he could hopefully get to the university before night came - though it was hard to tell with this weather whether it was actually day or night.

Eventually the sight of Toshima University came into view. It was a brilliant building, huge and glorious in all its splendour even though nearly the entire thing was shrouded by the large trees surrounding it. It was a massive labyrinth of brick, stone, marble, and highly exaggerated gargoyles carved into the rooftop here and there. A massive iron gate stood at the entrance to the grounds, and when Akira finally came upon it he found the gates rusted and worn as if not used in a long time.

Looking around, he couldn't see any easy way into the university, and so he took to simply pushing on the iron with his shoulder and arms. Miraculously, it moved with little effort and soon he was inside, closing the gate behind him as he went.

Heaving a sigh, he leaned back against the gate for a moment to catch his breath from the long walk here and saw it was still quite a stretch to the front doors of the university. Hands fell on jean-covered knees as he hunched over, the heavy weight of his black backpack against his back feeling awkward and bulky. Readjusting the straps on his shoulders, he combed back his dark grey hair out of his eyes before he took the look journey up to the front doors, thankfully making it just as the first drops of rain began to hit the pavement.

Outside, the school had looked dark and abandoned, but as soon as he was inside the front doors he found it to be completely opposite of his first impression. Males and females alike were hustling up and down the halls that were much more clean and modern than what the outside portrayed, groups gathered here and there for conversations while others were busy talking while moving their belongings into their assigned dorm rooms. The older teen released a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding, straightening his back as he watched the people moving about before finally venturing further inside.

He had come from an orphanage in a small town, where everyone knew your name and you knew all of theirs. It was... a welcome sight, to put it simply, to actually be surrounded by strangers for the first time in his life. He walked down one of the hallways aimlessly for a while before finally deciding he too should look for his dorm room; in this large of a campus, he didn't know yet how long it would take him to find it. Best start while it was still daytime.

Shrugging his backpack off of his shoulders, he opened a small pouch along the side of it and tugged out a small piece of paper, upon which was written: "SA-330". Realizing he most likely had already gone the wrong way he quickly made his way back to the main entrance where he found a large bulletin with a map of the campus. Many people were gathered around it, all looking for their own rooms, and Akira had to reluctantly squeeze in with them in order to find his room.

The mixed scents instantly set his senses on fire, even if he did not outwardly display it. The strong odour of the powerful and oppressive alphas, along with the softer perfume of the submissive omegas. The mere thought of it caused him to frown ever so slightly, before he shook the thought of it away and mapped his route to his new room.

Extracting himself from the crowd, he turned in the opposite direction of the hallway he had first ventured down and moved towards the south dormitories.

"Oi, move out of the way!" came a sudden cry, making Akira raise his head just seconds before something hard slammed into his shoulder and sent him stumbling back. He could hear the pounding of feet running away shortly after the collision, followed by a female's scream as she too became a victim of the runner. Akira twisted his head around to see who had run into him, but all he saw was a flash of blue hair and a leather jacket and pants before the unknown culprit disappeared into a side room.

He stared at the door for a while longer before he turned and continued on his path, deciding it wasn't worth it to start an argument with someone on the first day.

The further the grey-haired teen headed into the school, the more he began to realize how large the school really was. The labyrinth seemed to go on forever, all sorts of side hallways and stairwells leading away from the main hallway to take you to yet another location in the school. Thankfully the occasional sign hanging from the ceiling lead Akira to the right location: the Southern Alpha Dormitories, or just SA for short.

Once up on the third floor, it didn't take him long to find his room: 330. Just as he was about to reach for his door handle, a sudden commotion further down the hall caused him to look up and see what the fuss was all about.

The crowd of onlookers briefly covered the scene from Akira's line of sight until they fell backwards as a male was suddenly thrown onto the ground in the now empty space. Towering above him was a lithe and lanky man, a red jacket haphazardly thrown on his torso and left open to reveal surprisingly prominent muscles. Blond hair jutted out from under the hood he wore, falling across his face and almost masking it completely from sight. Metallic jingling could be heard as he stepped forwards, and Akira noticed several silver dog tags wrapped around one of the belts he wore around his hips.

Perhaps the most obvious feature of the stranger was the crazed smile on the man's face, revealing white teeth in a most bloodthirsty manner.

"Pl-please! I told you, I don't have any tags!" the man on the floor screamed, cowering as the assailant suddenly leaned down and grabbed the front of his shirt.

"And I'm saying, ya do!" the blond haired man snarled, grotesque laughter leaving his mouth shortly after he had pulled the victim high enough up for him to start a thrashing on his face. Garbled screams left the victim as his face was punched repeatedly, and even when his blood started to splatter up onto the face of the blond man, the attack wouldn't cease.

It stopped only when a large male suddenly prowled into the middle of the chaos, a massive beast of a man with short black hair and a scar across the front of his brow. In his hand he held a heavy teaching pointer - which seemed much bigger than normal - which he used to crack upside the head of the blond man.

"Gyaaaaaa- haa!" the blond cried in surprise, finally releasing his victim who dropped like a sack of rocks onto the floor, his only movement coming from the occasional muscle spasm.

"Aa-ah! You're always ruinin' my fun, old man!" the murderous teen snarled, dragging a hand across his face to wipe up the splattered blood before bringing it back to his mouth to lick up.

Akira watched the exchange for a while, but eventually took to turning away from the grotesque scene in hopes to ignore it completely. Opening his door, he quickly entered his dorm room before shutting it behind him. Once it was quiet he realized his heart was still pounding from the short exchange he had witnessed; was it simply his nature to feel uncomfortable, and even slightly fearful, when it came to the violence issued by the alphas? Pressing the palm of his hand into his forehead and closing his eyes, he shook away his nerves and regained his composure before opening his eyes once more to take stock of his room.

It was a decent sized room, with two twin-sized beds - one on each side of the room - as well as a desk to accompany each bed. Heaving a sigh, Akira slowly walked over to the bed that was on the left side of the room and threw his bag onto the ground before laying back on the bed and closing his eyes. This is what he wanted: the life of an alpha. Only as an alpha would he be able to escape the harsh realities of life and settle into a lifestyle where everyone would just leave him alone. Yet still he couldn't shake the unnerved feelings he still had from witnessing the brutal beating given by the blond haired man, who could only be an alpha himself.

Eyes closed, Akira didn't realize he had drifted into a light sleep until he heard the opening of his door, awakening him and quickly causing him to open his eyes and sit up. Must be my roommate, he thought to himself, casting a quick glance outside the window that was located between the two beds. The clouds had cleared up, showing the sky as dusk.

"Oh, hello. I didn't realize my roommate was already here," the other boy muttered awkwardly, shuffling back and forth in front of the door for a moment before proceeding further in to the room to throw his own things onto his bed. Akira merely closed his eyes once again and rubbed them with his hands to clear the sleep out of his mind. He didn't pay much attention to the stranger - not until he suddenly gasped and said something most unexpected.

"Akira?"

Instant dread filled the grey-haired teen as he took his hands away from his eyes and looked for the first time at his roommate. Gentle brown eyes with messy brown hair, a white t-shirt pulled over a long-sleeved black shirt and blue coveralls to match. Everything about him screamed 'plain', but that face was one Akira wouldn't soon forget.

"That is you, isn't it? I can't believe this!" Keisuke breathed happily as he saw a small flash of recognition in Akira's eyes, even if he didn't show it on the rest of his face.

Keisuke, Akira's childhood friend and also a child from the same orphanage that Akira had come from. Someone from Akira's past - a past that he had come to the university in the first place to escape.