Here's the ABO fic I said I'll be posting! I got the chapters planned out but not typed yet so the updates might be a bit slow!

Hope you enjoy the story!

*Mentions and descriptions of abuse appear in this story*


Akaashi Keiji was born an omega, a fact that he loathed so deeply. He didn't want his personality to be based on something biological. He didn't like people thinking of him like property or theirs.

Alphas were dominant in society, they were the ones with power and authority. Betas were neutral, just a regular person. They didn't have urges or heats. Akaashi found them blessed really.

Omegas were at the bottom of society. Rarely did they ever rise in power or make a name for themselves. The ones that did, worked extra hard just to do so.

Most of the time though omegas were beneath everyone. They were thought of to be weak and needed an alpha to take care of them.

Sure there were some good alphas who were respectful to their mates, and treated them right. The world had a lot of them. Sadly the same goes for the opposite, alphas who were cruel and abused their power over omegas.

Some take omegas and sell them in auction houses to the highest bidder, and who knows what happens to them after that. Most of them were used as sex toys, kept in a cage until an alpha wanted to go a round.

Akaashi was lucky in that regard.

When he was little, walking down the street from school at the age of 7, he was kidnapped. Few days later, he was sold at an auction house.

His alpha was cold, unforgiving, merciless, brutal yet intelligent and clever. He never raped Akaashi, thank goodness. But that didn't mean he got out unscathed.

He was forced to bond with the man, his jaw opened without his consent and teeth pierced the man's neck. The man left a similar mark on Akaashi. So if Akaashi ever escaped, he would be returned to this man as his mate. There was no escape.

He was subjected to be a house maid basically, doing chores and laundry. He even cooked this man's food. The man was fine as long as Akaashi didn't mess up. Sometimes he got into moods and took it out on Akaashi.

It was just physical abuse. (Akaashi knew he was downplaying it, but he just had to. Had to make it seem insignificant.) But physical abuse leaves after healing, the memory may remain but it could have been worse.

That's what Akaashi told himself while he was at that house. For 3 months he repeated that to himself. 3 months it took the police to find him.

A lot of wounds were made in that time, some of the mental ones didn't heal for a long time, if at all.

The man was accused of raping an omega, so the police showed up to question him. Instead, they filed charges against the man after finding Akaashi. But he tried to escape, getting into a scuffle with a policemen while armed.

With no choice left, the officer shot him in the arm. Akaashi saw the whole thing. Were you supposed to feel bad? For someone who tortured and abused you for months? Even if they were shot and screaming in pain? Akaashi didn't know anymore.

The man was brought to the hospital but instead of facing the charges against him, he killed himself by jumping out the window in his hospital room. What were you supposed to feel? Joy in the fact that he was finally free? Relief at the fact that he could never hurt Akaashi again? Happiness in the fact that he got what he was coming for him?

Akaashi just felt sick to his stomach. The bond mark on Akaashi faded away soon afterwards.

It was one of many though that were left on his skin. Most, if not all were covered by his shirt or his hair. The ones on his back were particularly bad, but hidden. They were ugly marks, ranging from whip marks to burn marks left from cigarettes.

His mind however was different. It was worse than the physical. The wounds on his body stopped aching eventually. His mind wasn't so easily soothed.

He was thrust back into reality after being inside a house for 3 months, away from everything. It was overwhelming, seeing his parents again, settling into his old routine like nothing.

So Akaashi dealt with it the way he did with every situation in which he didn't know what to do. He did the only thing he could do.

He moved forward. He accepted his old routine. Caught up on his studies, continued to read. To the public eye, he escaped perfectly unscathed. He continued his life. He tried to forget what happened and move on.

It was hard though. And he had changed, as much as he didn't want to admit it.

He was more quiet, calmer and reserved. Respect was drilled into him, he was an omega and therefore he should show respect. He was observant and wary. He smiled less and rarely showed any facial expressions, emotions were weaknesses back at that cold house. He learned how to defend himself through self-defense classes, anything to boost his sense of security. He had issues trusting people and generally avoided them. He stayed tucked away in the library, reading and studying. He learned everything he could, just so he could focus on something else besides the memories that threatened to drown him.

His family wanted to help but they just didn't know how. They offered to get him a therapist but Akaashi declined. He didn't want to dig up the memories.

He wanted to learn how to live with them. And only himself could help him that.

His parents didn't know what to do. Unlike him, they didn't know how to deal with the loss of the boy they knew. So they chose not to. Both of his parents focused on their work, going away for business and leaving him behind.

They couldn't deal with the death of little happy boy they knew. They couldn't accept the new him, the one too old and mature for his age. They wanted their little boy back, the one without the weight of abuse on him.

Akaashi knew he couldn't give them the little boy. So they acted like he had died. In a way he had he guessed.

He found an old passion that helped though. Volleyball. When he was younger, he was a regular setter on his old team. When he decided to give a shot on a whim, he realized that he had control for once.

He had control. He had the ability to decide what offense was best, the ability to set to a spiker. There was a lot of pressure, sure, but he decided he liked it. Despite the fact that the sport was mostly dominated by alphas, Akaashi found that most of them didn't care what his status was. Akaashi felt like he had control of himself, even for just that little moment. He could force himself to act, he had control of himself, of his life.

It was the best feeling ever.

What volleyball couldn't do was soothe his mind though. More often than not, despite everything he did to avoid them, the memories of the past fought to drown him. Learning, reading, volleyball, nothing seemed to soothe them. Fight them, yes, push them to the corner of his mind, of course.

But he needed something to soothe the thoughts, something to clear his mind. Surprisingly, the answer was found in the attic of his grandparents' house. When trying to forget the memories, he offered to clean their attic.

There he found an old but beautiful violin. In great condition despite its old age. Recalling a faint memory of his grandfather once showing him how to play when he was little, Akaashi got into position. (Or the position he thought he was supposed to be in.)

And he played. It amazes him still, the silence of everything on that first note. The calm that entered his mind. It just felt right, the music was something warm, something alive. He lost himself in the sounds.

His grandfather, an old kind alpha, was delighted to find that Akaashi was practically a prodigy. He didn't want to showcase the fact though. Akaashi refused lessons, but rather taught himself. He refused to enter competitions, the thought of performing enough to throw him in a frenzy. Instead he saved the beautiful music for himself and his grandparents.

Volleyball, violin, reading and learning were his coping methods. Violin soothed his mind, but volleyball gave him the feeling of control. Reading and learning helped him get lost and bury the memories.

Slowly but steadily, he built his life back up. He was still formal as ever but some of his cheekiness and sass came back. He could defend himself and though he struggled to let himself smile, he found that he could express exasperation more easily. He especially relished this trait for he didn't have the opportunity before. With his excess studying he caught up on his studies and even surpassed where the class was.

But that man left one thing mark on Akaashi that couldn't be healed on his own. Akaashi could never trust an alpha again. He couldn't bring himself to let his guard down, unless it was his grandfather who wouldn't harm a fly (Akaashi doubt he could with his frail body).

Alphas were the ones that kidnapped him, sold him, bought him, forcibly made to bond with and they even abused him. The ones that Akaashi met after the incident didn't like his independent attitude and the way in which he didn't back down.

He moved on, regardless. He healed as much as he could.

His heats became regular though he didn't get them often. Maybe twice a year, and when he did get them, they only lasted for 4 days or so. They hit him hard though but usually with enough warning beforehand.

Akaashi was prepared to move on in life unmated and alone. He honestly didn't mind the fact and even relished in his own freedom. To bond with an alpha was to clip himself to his own leash.

He made it all the way to high school, being accepted on a full scholarship due to his grades and his ability in volleyball. It was there that he would met someone who would slowly heal the wounds he couldn't.

He was a first year at Fukurōdani Academy when he met alpha Bokuto Koutarou.


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Crossposted on Ao3 and wattpad!