His parents had found someone compatible with him, apparently. He had never met the man before, and the idea of a prearranged mating sent chills up his spine. He didn't want to spend the rest of his life tied to a man that he had never met before, forced to care for him and carry his children. But he was only an omega, he had no rights. They belonged to their parents, and then their mates, like possessions. omegas could carry children, whether they were male or female, and had intense heats every couple of months when they were most potent. His first heat hadn't arrived yet, quite late seeing as he was in his first year of high school, but it would come before the year was out. Then he would be mated to the man his parents had picked out for him, like a prized jewel being sold from one owner to another.
"Darling, he's here, are you ready to go?" Kyoya's mother called from downstairs.
"I'm coming mother, just let me put some shoes on!" He shouted, grabbing a pair of black shoes that matched his slacks and crisp, white shirt. The hallway seemed to be so short, he found himself wishing it was longer so he wouldn't have to meet the man he would be forced to mate with.
"Hello," he greeted, watching the stairs carefully, whether it was because he was nervous or he didn't want to miss a stair like he had in the past, he didn't know.
"Hello," An old man greeted the boy, exuberantly grasping his hand with a smile. "It's so nice to meet you, we've heard so much about you from your parents."
Kyoya glanced at his smiling parents, noting out of the corner of his eye that the father of his soon to be mate was the alpha, and his mother was an omega, also female, like his own family.
"This is my wife, Anzu, and my son, Mori. I'm Akira Morinozuka," Akira smiled to Kyoya. Kyoya smelled the refreshing scent of cherry blossoms and citrus that came from Mori.
"Kyoya! Kyoya! I need your help again!" Fuyumi called from upstairs, followed by the soft sound of feet running down stairs. "Oh, I'm sorry. You must be the family. I'm Kyoya's older sister, Fuyumi."
"Hello," Mori spoke for the first time, greeting Fuyumi.
"Mori, Kyoya, why don't you two go talk in the living room while we talk over some details," Kyoya's mother lead the adults and Fuyumi into the kitchen to chat.
"Hello," Mori greeted after a few minutes.
"Hello," Kyoya couldn't say much else, the quiet man's alpha scent in close quarters was quite overpowering.
"It's nice to finally see you," Mori added after a few seconds of awkward silence.
"It's good to see you too," Kyoya replied shyly, his omega instincts taking over before he could reign them in again. He liked to have control over his emotions, rather than have instinct guide his choices.
"Kyoya! You need to come help me clean up your room, I cant' get your clothes back in the drawers!" Fuyumi leaned dramatically on the door frame, a welcome interruption.
"I'll come help you," Kyoya sighed and stood up, glad to get out of the uncomfortable atmosphere.
"I'll come too," Mori stood up and followed the siblings.
"As long as I'm with you two, I suppose that it's fine if you are in his room, just don't try anything on my younger brother yet, you hear me?" Fuyumi, a natural strong beta, threatened.
Mori just grunted and nodded his head, entering Kyoya's room behind the two. A strong scent that was mixture of lilacs, the forest, and the ocean thatcould only be described as Kyoya filled the room. It smothered Mori's nostrils and he couldn't help but relax at the sweet scent. It might not be so bad mating with Kyoya, he thought.
"Are you going to help?" Kyoya asked from where he had already gotten started, Fuyumi sprawled out on his bed, watching the two of them closely.
"Yeah," Mori started working, and with little instruction from Kyoya, was quickly done with his assigned drawers. He spent the time watching Kyoya. His lean, just-taller-than-normal-but-not-taller-than-him body would fit perfectly against his. His thin, long fingers were just asking to be held in Mori's strong, big palm. Kyoya was the perfect person for him, at least from Mori's perspective.
"Done," Kyoya finished, closing the last offending drawer and standing up, wiping a bead of sweat off his pale forehead. "Don't go digging around in my clothes again."
"I'll try not to," Fuyumi smirked, watching the entire scene between the two arranged mates, smiling to herself.
"Ah, Mori, we found you. We have to be home so Satoshi can get to bed at a decent hour," Akira smiled, gently herding the group downstairs.
"Thank you for coming over, when would you next like to get together?" Yoshio, Kyoya's father asked.
"Two days from now, If that's okay with you two."
"I don't think we have anything going on then. We'll plan on the day after next then," Yoshio waved goodbye before closing the door.
The rest of his family sprang on Kyoya at that moment.
"What did you think of him?"
"He was just so handsome, your children would be so cute!"
"I think he'll make a wonderful husband for you Kyoya."
"I can't wait until you're mated!"
Kyoya's stomach churned, the thought of mating with that man that he didn't have any feeling for seemed sick. He always thought that mating was for two people who loved each other, not that their parents wanted them to mate.
"May I turn in early?" Kyoya asked quietly.
"What's wrong dear?" His mother rubbed his shoulder, her eyebrows wrinkling together with concern.
"Nothing, I'm just tired and want to get some sleep," Kyoya managed a small smile, even though it looked a little pained, as he slipped out of his mother's hand and went to bed, thoughts swimming with a man he had just met and was expected to mate with whenever his parents had decided.