PRINCE OF THIEVES

PART 1 - PROLOGUE

Summary: A week after Yūichirō's seventeenth birthday, his parents die in a car crash, leaving him alone and hospitalised with no family to speak of. Returning home, Yūichirō shuts the world out. The mandatory psychiatrist assigned to his case, prescribes him so many pills that Yūichirō cannot get out of bed most days. Until a social worker comes round his house to explain that he was adopted by his 'parents' at nine months old and now as a minor, he has legally returned to the Government's care. She asks that, as an unbound omega, if he would wish to contact out his blood parents and seek out their guardianship. In a daze of shock and grief, Yūichirō agrees. Two months pass by in a stupor until Yoichi encourages his reluctant friend to go out clubbing. The night seems to drag until Yūichirō's eyes land on an attractive blond Alpha who is all sharp angles and poise.

Pairing: Omega Yūichirō/ Alpha Mikaela

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Death (not major characters)

Disclaimer: Seraph of the End is not mine, just this story :) x

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Yūichirō inhales sharply. Hand pressing against the cold glass of the car window.

The truck's headlights blaze into the seventeen-year-old's widening eyes, tires swerving dangerously late. His insides turn to liquid, pooling in his abdomen. A scream kisses the back of his throat but remains soundless.

Everything happens so quickly. The trucks slams into the side of their car, flipping the weak metal frame over and over. Horns blare and breaks screech. There are shouts of horror and suddenly silence greets Yūichirō's ears except for a dull, buzzing hum.

Somehow the car has ended upright, windows shattered and glass finely spread like softly fallen snow. He is fleetingly aware of the blood staining his teeth as his eyelids flutter open. A darkness lingers on his surroundings, cascading the world in shades of grey.

Yūichirō moans at the uncomfortable angle his limbs seem to have found themselves in and tries to straighten his back. Every nerve fires instantly.

It hurts, hurts, hurts. How. . . How did I get here? Why I am so cold?

Shivers storm Yūichirō's body and oh, how he wishes the pain would go away. A voice sounds in the distance.

Keep breathing, kid. Keep breathing, we're gonna get you out. . . Dammit how is he still alive? Have you called the ambulance yet?

Yūichirō drifts. Hands on his arms, wrists checking his pulse. Blue light flares across his closed eyelids and Yūichirō tries desperately to turn his head away. Sirens rage the night sky as he is gently lifted up and out onto a hard surface. He blinks dazedly as something is pressed to his face, covering his mouth.

Breath, just breath, kid.

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