Light curled up in his nest, tired out from his lessons and daily exercise and just wanting to nap for a little while (just until his Mama called him to help with dinner…). The nesting material was particularly stiff, and he huffed slightly as he kneaded the blankets so they would be suitably plush for him to cuddle up in. His favorite stuffed animals, Mr Bun (whom he had acquired and named in early childhood) and Cas (a gift for his twelfth birthday) stood sentinel over him as he burrowed deep into the blankets.
He was just on the brink of sleep when he heard it. A loud "thwump" outside his window splitting the silence.
He yelped, Omega instincts freezing him and causing him to fall off the bed in surprise. Upon contact, he regained his bearings somewhat, squirming upright.
Carefully, he crept over to peer outside the window. What appeared to be a small, black book lay on the grass. A book that had appeared from nowhere in their backyard.
Frowning, Light stared at it, trying to make the print on the front cover swim into focus. It didn't, and with his curiosity wildly unsatisfied he found himself shrugging back into his restrictive lessons clothes. (He hardly wanted a lecture from Mama about presenting as a good and proper little Omega.)
For a moment, he debated whether or not to put back on his binder. Even if he was only going to the back yard, he'd feel much better being seen with it than without it. But yet… it would be such a hassle to put on, and for only such a short time. He sighed, buttoning the last button on his shirt. It would only be for a second, he decided, and if he was napping right after getting back it would be too much of a struggle to take off.
He snuck easily down past the kitchen, as Mama was busy with pre-dinner prep and was immersed in the overwhelming scents of cooking.
Sayu was harder to sneak by, but the younger Alpha just raised an eyebrow and returned to her show as he walked past. A playful slap landed against his bottom as he walked past. "Hey!" He yelped, whipping around.
Sayu only smirked beatifically up at him. "Have fun, baby bro!"
A small growl slipped out of Light's throat. "I'm three years older than you."
"And yet you're still my baby!" She cooed.
Shaking his head at the lost cause, he moved on. The door to the backyard was unlocked, and he slipped outside, fluidly closing the door behind him. The book stared up at him from the grass, almost challenging.
"Well, what do we have here?" He murmured absentmindedly, scooping it into his arms. Emblazoned across the cover in a shimmering silver substance read "Death note". "What is this?" He whispered, thumbing open the book to the first page.
"It's a tool." Rasped a harsh voice, deep and abraded, from somewhere above him.
He looked up in surprise, eyes meeting glowing yellow and- Light froze, neurons firing all in an instant, frozen and shaking with the urge to run, a terrible pressure building and choked in his throat and- warm urine trickled from his underwear down a pant leg to pool in the grass, a pungent odor filling the air. The creature above him only seemed to leer.
"Wh-what are you?" Light whimpered, neck bowing to show his scent gland in an act of submission. The creature before him smelled overwhelmingly like an Alpha, which triggered his desire to be submissive, but it looked far from human.
"A shinigami." It said simply, a hint of humor in its voice. "And you are my mate."
Light balked. "Th-that can't be right! Mama is supposed to help pick out my mate for me! An-and you're not even a real Alpha!"
The extreme stress of the situation crashed into him all at once, and he found himself shaking. The shinigami frowned, reaching out an over-sized claw to gently pet at Light. "Don't cry!" He huffed. Light yelped and flinched back, staring up at the shinigami wide eyed.
"P-please don't hurt me, sir!" He whined.
The shinigami frowned. "Of course not, you're my mate. And my name is Ryuk."
"Please stop calling me your mate!" This couldn't be true, this couldn't be true at all. He must have been dreaming. Of course, there were stories like this, of shinigami taking a liking to an Omega and kidnapping and mating with them. He had read all about them in the mythology books he had smuggled from his father's library. But those had to be stories. And he had to be hallucinating.
Ryuk's face took on an expression close to a pout, and Light shuddered. "S-sorry sir…"
"Don't be. And lighten up kiddo, being the mate of a shinigami certainly isn't as bad as you think it is. And I'm Ryuk, remember?" He nudged Light with his arm, and with a sickening fascination Light realized he was trying to joke with him. He shook the thought off.
"B-but you're not an Alpha!" Light stared up at Ryuk. How could a not-Alpha mate with him properly? Although Ryuk did smell eerily similar to one, certainly he lacked the proper equipment and chemistry. He wasn't even human…
"Am I not one? Shinigamis share many traits with your Alphas, enough so that we're quite able to satisfyingly mate and breed with Omegas like yourself. Don't worry kiddo, you'll be just as taken care of, if not moreso, than if a regular Alpha had tried to claim you."
The world seemed to spin as Light wobbled in place. Piss soaked his dress pants and the pungent scent of urine saturated the air, sure to draw unwelcome attention from lurking Alphas, and the sun beat oppressively down on him, skewering his vision in two as Ryuk just beamed at him, grinning blissfully as he stared at Light like he owned him and- it was too much. All too much. A long, low keen escaped Light as he rocked back and forth, Ryuk scrambling to comfort him.
The slam of the back door did little to diffuse the tension. Comforting reality finally jolted into him as small, strong arms encircled his waist and buried him in an achingly familiar hug. "Sayu?" He finally whispered.
lol "Oh Light. What happened?"