An idea I came up with—involving omegaverse and cryogenic sleep.

A dark errand boy and his even darker father are forced into it. Betas are minority while.

5/27/18: This is an updated version. Now its own story apart from 'Father-Son Drabbles'.

Notes: Viktuuri is NOT endgame in this fic. Please NO hate/flames. There needs to be fics where Viktor spends time with his birth family and be paired with someone else other than Yuuri.

7/11/18: Will be under extreme maintenance. *sighs* The pains of being a fanfic author. Oh well.

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Black Aria- 21

Nikhil-43

Black Aria landed on his hand and knee, breathing in and out, before standing straight up. As he cleared his field of vision, he could tell that his destination was just ahead. Which was good, because, given the lights that were radiating on the walls, he could tell that the facility had called the police as soon as he got out.

He hopped onto a set of boxes, spinning his body around as soon as he touched the roof, feeling his heart pound. A run later, he was spinning around on a pole, landing sharply on his feet again and would've scaled up a latter if a siren hadn't blared behind him.

"Freeze, Black Aria!" Officer de la Iglesia boomed, outside of the car with a gun in hand. Black Aria had turned his head and groaned. A gun? How useless those things were. The real weapons were sharp and slick, one that Black Aria could seriously put under some skin.

Next to Officer de la Iglesia was a younger man, less than a decade younger, with creamy skin and soft brown hair. Even with his hands aiming his gun at Black Aria, he appeared to be more civil than his flustered partner, due to his doe eyes gleaming in the lights.

With an innocent face, Officer Ji ordered, "Hands where we can—!" but Black Aria didn't care. Black Aria produced a gun-like item from his belt, shooting it to the edge of the building.

"Goodbye," he bid in a very solemn voice, flying away from sight. Both officers were taken aback by that sudden action. The older man frowned, motioning to his fellow officer—"Call for backup, Ji, right now."—before sitting back in the car.

The menace ran across the roof, keeping his arms in ninety-degree angles, quicker than a cheetah, his hair flowing in the air. He hardly ever used a grappling hook, but that moment was a very good time. Officers Ji and de la Iglesia were driving down the avenue, the latter at the wheel. The former had his hand at the radio, ending his call for help. He then stuck his head out to the windshield, trying to locate where Black Aria might be.

He had just jumped off a fourth building, legs spread out over the gap.

When Black Aria reached the edge of that roof, he closed his eyes, his arms extended to the sky. With a grunt, he landed on that very edge and performed several cartwheels all in a perfectly straight line, before reaching a pointed skylight on roof's side. He jumped over it, arms over his shins.

Back down, the patrol car stopped; Officer Ji peered out just wondering who this man was. He knew the name and what he's done but—no, he knew he couldn't waste time admiring how formidable this guy was, so he looked at the building's sign and gave the radio word.

The next roof that Black Aria was going to was larger with a metal vent in the middle. It looked large enough to fit one person, so Black Aria jumped in. He spun around and around like a cannonball until he saw that what appeared to be something wooden with many sheets on it. He landed on his right hand and left knee on a long table. His blue eyes stared intently at the horizon, face emotionless.

Suddenly, Black Aria found himself shaking his head around as he heard several cries, several men shouting. They were sitting at the table, looking spooked as they brandished their firearms—ranging from rifles to pistols—at him, as Black Aria brushed his brow. He looked perplexed, blue gems taking in the entire room. Though he was not afraid, never was.

"Whoa, whoa, hold on there, boys," came a voice, male with some twang, pushing their hands up into the air. It sounded like the patriarch of the group, a blonde man wearing a long coat over a red Hawaiian shirt. "There's no need. This is our guy, Black Aria. The one who's helping us out." The leader said, leaning back in his blue chair.

Everything was at ease again with many men in the room nodded in acknowledgment. Some men pointed to each other, talking about what happened. Others leaned back in their chairs, just shaking their heads, all while placing their guns back under.

"Any reason you called Black Aria?" inquired one man. He had tanned skin, blue eyes, and a large pair of glasses on his nose. He was sitting in the eighth chair on the right, as the latter looked at him, blinking quietly. Was it not obvious? Did he not see the black, metal, and leather-strapped suit he was wearing?

"Say, Ari," the blonde leader, Evan, began, holding his beer in his hand after taking a drink. "Did you bring the goods I asked you?" he let out a smile, beckoning the young man to come over to him as he set his beer down.

However, someone stepped by Evan's side, as if stop him from doing something rash. He was looked about eighteen, with brown hair, blue eyes, tan shirt, and a large cowboy hat on his head. "Sir, did you really want to trust this person? Considering that he is—"

"Alpha?" Evan ended for him, turning.

Black Aria was very close to him when he paused, eyes still like ice. He was holding a package in his arm, looking at the pair that was talking. How did that boy know that he was an Alpha?

"No, no, he's cool." Evan told his young ward, shaking his hands around, in a reassuring tone. He looked at Black Aria before him. "You're cool, Ari? You cool with betas?"

The room had gone incredibly quiet. Alain, the one who asked about his name, was staring right at him like much of his colleagues.

"I have calm relations with Betas," Black Aria told the man, holding his hand up as the other was holding onto the package.

The man chuckled, placing his feet on the table, as if he were watching some joke from an old show on TV. "You see everyone?" his voice boomed to everyone in the room, even to the guards that stood by the doors and women fanning themselves on the couches.

"He's cool with us betas. If he's cool with us, then we're cool with him." Evan assured everyone, so that Black Aria could feel that he was among… friends. Though it seemed he could have enforced that last few words much harder, but he could not when their guest was around.

"That is true…" one murmured, scratching his head.

"Yeah, most aren't even involved with betaracism…" Alain stated, with a flap of his hand. Black Aria gave him the package, as others muttered among each other, again.

"All ya'll just CRAM it!" Evan cried to his men, wanting absolute silence. It grew quiet once again, not one person wanting to make an accidental peep as they knew it would mean absolute trouble.

"Alright…" the leader began, fingers tearing off the tape with a huge smile on his face. It was he were some kid on Christmas day, tearing into a gift that was left under the tree. Black Aria stood there emotionlessly, like an ominous figure standing so in a dark forest, hearing cardboard being torn apart. However, deep inside he wanted his client to hurry already. The cops were right behind him. He heard the silent sounds of excitement as his assistant Alroy had his hand on his shoulder.

There was a triumphant laugh. Evan had a crystal with a silver hand sealed inside of it. "Now with this, we'd be very close to hacking into that building that's just towns from us!" he cackled. "Nice work Ari," he smiled at Black Aria. He turned to Alroy, "Yo Al, go get that cash quick, Ari's gotta be paid."

Alroy nodded, though he felt hesitant, but scampered away to where the money machine was.

A few seconds later, Alroy was scampering back, holding a large block of cash tied in white strips in his hands. Evan took them from him and passed them to Black Aria.

"Here you are, Ari," Evan winked as Black Aria crouched down to collect his pay. The money was hefty but felt so heavenly in his hands. Black Aria needed it. Several sirens blared behind the doors, with Black Aria's eyes staring at the door.

"Farewell," Black Aria bid, running back and jumping back into the vent above him.

There was a large slam, "The HELL is Black Aria?!" Officer de la Iglesia thundered, hands on the double doors. Alroy was taken aback, holding onto his hat. Not wanting to be part of the soon-to-be predicament, he ran out.

Just two blocks away from that beta building, Black Aria was walking down the sidewalk. "I need a vacation…" he muttered, pulling his mask down. He had so much over the past few months— delivering drugs and other products for others, keeping guard over certain buildings, poisoning some fools and their hoes—he needed some time for himself. With the money he was given just earlier, it only made more sense.

Black Aria wondered what he could do and where he could go. His apartment was nice, it was on the fifth of a superb complex, a cobblestone lined shower with several settings, a window with an open view of the city, and a bed that was embedded in the floor, but he needed to get out of here, this town. Speaking of a shower, Black Aria had done so much running that he was bound to reek of sweat.

Unfortunately, that would be nothing to when he heard the sirens after him, insinuating that the cops found out where he was and wanted to book him. Black Aria grunted, rolling his eyes, more annoyed than in a hurry.

Black Aria picked up his pace, ponytail flapping around, and putting his mask back on. Officer de la Iglesia's car was in front, his head sticking out for him, shaking his fist at him like an angered elder. Oh, Black Aria had to give him points for that.

"Black Aria!" Officer de la Iglesia cried out.

Black Aria was frothing— couldn't the cops go retire for the night? Even someone like de la Iglesia needed to relax a little. Black Aria locked himself in a defensive stance, one arm before his chest as the officer was slammed his door shut.

"You're under arrest, Black Aria! Hands where I can see them, NOW!" Officer de la Iglesia cried for the last time, marching over to him. If he had a mirror he could see the look on his face. He was even more pissed than a bull, firing bullets away like no one's business. The criminal rolled around, got into a handstand and spread his legs, avoiding the bullets as if they were tennis balls.

A fellow alpha—Black Aria guessed, after wondering why Officer de la Iglesia was as so.

Black Aria was on his right hand and his knee. He smiled devilishly, shaking his finger at the officer. "You can't hurt me."

Black Aria chortled as the officer felt something cold flow in his veins. He was getting on both Officer de la Iglesia's bad and disturbed side. Never in his entire career had he quarreled with someone as strange and cold as Black Aria. So cold that he didn't know what to say on his behalf, frozen like that hand in that crystal Evan had.

Black Aria back-flipped his way out, into an alley that was just in front of him. Officer de la Iglesia gritted his teeth, gun trembling in his hands. He dropped to his knees, hair falling to his eyes. The gun slid to the side, but he did not care. He slammed his fist into the ground, sending gravel up. Officer Ji ran to his side, hand on his back.

"I should've just tackled him," Officer de la Iglesia groaned through his teeth.

Black Aria swung his body into the white framed window, landing back in his apartment.

"Oh my god," he grunted loudly as if he stepped out of a very long, hard, and tedious exam at his college. He flipped the lights on his kitchen, running one hand through his hair. He removed his mask, no longer being Black Aria, but now Viktor.

"Aw fuck," he really needed that shower. However, after all of that running and being shot at by that hard-headed, flame-eyed, Latino cop, he really needed to get some sleep. Tomorrow he'd find out what places there were to visit and that way he can go and find a new suitcase, his old one was very shoddy. So he fell into bed, taking off his suit and leaving himself in his spandex briefs for the rest of the night.

Finding a suitcase was a breeze as Viktor walked through the airport doors, hand wrapped around the handle and another wrapped around his phone. Just time ago, he stared at the top ten places to visit as a lone tourist and found the perfect place that wasn't too far away. Acapulco, Mexico. After that, the tickets and hotel were booked.

Viktor sighed, putting his phone away and showing the lady his ticket and walked right in. The plane was smooth, Viktor finding a nice spot to himself, reclining the chair. Even though he wasn't a big fan of TV, he took joy in a movie that was playing. When the plane landed in Acapulco, he took a seat in the lobby, drinking some water and biting into a sandwich he bought at the counter. It was when a man who was on the same plane as Viktor walked over to him. He sat just next to him and leaned his body close to him as if to get Viktor's attention. When that didn't work, he leaned in closer to him. That was when Viktor tensed.

Perturbed, Viktor raised a brow and faced him, "Can I help you?" He sounded almost weirded out by him. He was never comfortable with strangers coming near him. For all he knew, they could've been undercover cops or other assailants.

The man smiled, coughing, "Pardon me, but my name is James Fowler, and my and I were on the same plane as you and have been intrigued by you; I trust that you are an alpha?"

"Why must you ask?" Viktor demanded in a defensive tone.

"Oh, for a good reason, you look so well built and your eyes are as blue as the ocean, you look you could be the perfect suitor for my son, who's an omega," James explained.

Oh was he some suitor scout instead? Viktor had to groan at that, but instead, he simply replied with a, "I don't like Omegas," As much as he disliked guns. Too useless and loud.

James tilted his head up, his fist curling up. Viktor could tell that this man was not pleased. Why should he please anyone, other than the clients that paid him for doing their tasks? Tasks more important than some serving some dumb omega in that thing called 'heat'?

"Oh, you should have some interest in omegas. After all, it's how the world was designed. To bond, unlike those putrid creatures called 'betas'."

"Excuse me?" Viktor was taken aback.

"You heard me," James scoffed at the very word. "Betas, nothing more than prostitutes, terrorists, and the mentally ill. They don't have the same grace as we Alphas and Omegas."

Then Viktor smirked. "Just like you in your formerly piggy gut days." He got up and sardonically smiled at the man, walking away with his suitcase in hand.

Viktor walked down the sidewalk, evading all of the teens, parents, and elders just so he can get away. What the hell was up with people nowadays? How come they couldn't understand that if someone doesn't like something, they don't like it? Why force it? Not everything turns out perfectly as someone planned. How ignorant could someone be? Viktor hoped not so much as a small child, as he walked through the parking lot.

He called a taxi and told the driver the address of the hotel. After checking in, Viktor found himself walking up to his hotel room and falling back onto the bed. He stared at the window and smiled, seeing that it was opened up for his convenience. He couldn't wait to go out tonight. Maybe there was a bike rental somewhere in town and he could use it get to his destinations.

Viktor pulled out his phone and scrolled right through it, but then, something on it caught his attention. It was in Spanish first, but with the translator on his phone, Viktor read about it.

BLADE OF SILVER TOURNAMENT

Calling for all of the strongest hand-to-hand combatants to compete for glory. Winner will receive riches and forever known as the deity of blades.

Viktor wondered where this tournament was, so he scrolled down and saw the address. It wasn't too far, it was somewhere in town, in an arena surrounded by several warehouses and the beach. Viktor raised one brow. Maybe he could go there and watch, just for fun. But it reminded him of a client who commented on his fighting skills. He told him that he was a very strong fighter that he should compete in a competition sometime. Black Aria thought was just bullshit. But Black Aria wasn't here, just his other side, Viktor.

With a smile, Viktor figured he could put himself in the spotlight, just for a while. He tapped the registration link and filled his information in.

Little did he know, he wouldn't be the only alpha entering in the competition.

Nikhil Nikiforov was standing before a monitor, a wicked smirk playing on his face, picking at the keys before him. After the registration was done, he stared off to his left side. There, a small red light was blinking, right on top of where Acapulco was.

Nikhil guffawed in his teeth.

"Daddy's coming, Viktor."