A/N
Mad World—Gary Jules
Guys I'm tired… Tired of making you all wait DX… And also tired because of all these clubs I entered… Though I'm not regretting anything! XD Soo I just got back a few hours ago from my major's (generally, Computer Science Major's) welcoming 'party', in which I thought would be all formal stuff such as introducing the staff and rectors and heads of each sub-major… BUT NOOOOO it had turned into a full-blown party at the end of the day… Evening.
TBH, I'm not the type to party, hell I'm not even a social butterfly. I'm more of a room hermit who's socially awkward and very clumsy and have a very short temper when it comes to certain things such as studying. My ears hurt, my eyes, and my body ache because of it all… #Ireallyshouldgetoutmoreoften.
Anyways, enjoy the show, people… Oh, and warning, mild gore… Eh, not so mild, I mean… *grin.
He could only feel pain. Pain in that vast darkness that he didn't know of. His poker face was in full force, not wanting to show his true emotions even if no one's around. A wail reached his ears, muffled at first before it rang directly into his ears.
Cracking open an eye despite his pain, he saw rubble everywhere, and someone looking straight into his eyes, unseeingly. A second later, he realized that the one with silver glassy eyes was dead. He got up, wincing as pain flared up his spine, and he gripped the bundle in his arms a little bit tighter in pain. Another wail made him look down towards the bundle.
Naria was bleeding, a deep gash down her cheek which would no doubt scar for life. She was crying in pain, and he immediately hugged her, shushing her and assuring her that everything was alright. For all the time he disliked Naria, only now did he realize that she was a bridge—a connection that reminded him that Shinichi was his and she was the evidence.
He blinked in realization. Where was Shinichi?
Looking at the red-stained silver-haired dead man, he assumed that someone was chasing his Omega down, and murdering anyone in sight. Including the man right in front of him. But then again, Shinichi could possibly be the one to do this. Omegas turn into a very aggressive enigma when they see their mates injured to a fatal point.
Either way, he had to find his Shinichi ASAP. Who knows what would happen within the time he passed out?
Taking out his spare handkerchief (in which he brought everywhere in case someone suspects him of impersonating someone… He had to be thorough, what can I say?), he inspected it first before deeming it clean enough to be used to wipe away dust and grime from his daughter's face, preventing infection on the baby's wound.
Taking a deep breath, he stood shakily, pain making it very hard for him to concentrate on doing the simple task of just… standing. Securing a sniffling Naria in his arms, they slowly moved forward.
The outside air was cold, and she closed her furry jacket around her, the ne her disguise came with. There was no one else near her, seeing how she was smirking to herself in satisfaction. There was a slightly crazed gleam in her eyes, a cruel type of insanity.
The kind that took light under other's suffering. The kind that everyone has, although in a smaller scale than an iota, that they would vehemently deny it when pointed out, not realizing that they do in fact relish in other's sadness.
With her advanced Alpha hearing, she could hear his cackle, a broken sound, a symphony amongst chaos. 'Aah…' she mused to herself, closing her eyes half-way. 'This is the kind of symphony… that I truly enjoy…'
Another breeze blew and once again, she closed her furry jacket around her.
He didn't know what he was doing. Hands, red and starting to wrinkle from constant contact with the red fluids which spilled from every one of their bodies in which he was ripping apart. He'd felt how it was to rip guts out of another's lower abdomen.
How it felt to constrict one's airways by gripping their lungs far too tightly.
How rib cages have slightly jagged surfaces, and turn brittle under his hands.
Everyone tried to shoot him, tranquilize him. But he was unstoppable. He couldn't help the gleeful laugh which bubbled up from inside him, his grin a manic grin as more of those people—white clothed, blue clothed, black clothed, all raised their guns and shot to kill—were ripped to shreds without mercy. He briefly wondered why people usually call him gentle and caring and he also briefly wondered whether his deeds would hinder his work or not.
Either way, he was enjoying the thrill to kill. To just give in to his basic instincts. Amongst the metallic smell of blood and rotting smell of bodies finally going into rigor mortis, only one scent stayed in his nose, which led him to seeing his mate, lying in a pool of blood—dead. Unresponsive.
Dead.
A despaired cry tore through his throat and once again, he began attacking people who were coming near him in an attempt to subdue him.
Then, it was quiet.
No one stood in his way.
After deeming it safe enough, he went back. Back to where his mate lay in his blood-stained suit, determined to never leave him again. Taking the fast route, he took the stairs which led to the rooms hallway a few floors up, which was where Kaito lay one floor below it.
Arriving to the hole which the cave-in caused, Shinichi jumped down, not caring that his feet hurt upon landing. All he wanted was to find Kaito. And never be separated from him ever again. He looked around, eyes narrowing when he couldn't find his mate.
A low growl escaped his lips when he saw a faint trail of blood. Either someone carried the magician away, or—
No, he couldn't go down that hopelessly hopeful line of thought. Scenting the air, he ran to wherever it was it led him to.
Satou couldn't see any reason why anyone would kill so messily, so sloppily. She nearly gagged at the sight, seeing that she scarcely got any cases with these kinds of scenes. Usually it would be in some serial killer cases or kidnapping cases too. But never a massacre.
Guts belonging to who-knows-who lay everywhere, as if it had been tossed away right after taking it out of a person's body. There were white stuff, coated in red, in which she thought to be rubble. But forensic told her that it was rib cage, snapped from where it supposed to belong at.
On all the victim's faces were the same expression, even if they had blood trails everywhere on their face; horror and fear. They were all scared before death.
"Who would do such a thing…?" she muttered, looking around. Megure was leading another team up to another part of the building where there were people trapped in. Using the walkie-talkie (every single police seem to have… I have no idea what else to call it.), she reported everything she saw to Megure, who only gave her an affirmative.
And that they had found the trapped guests almost all safe and sound. Almost.
"Alright, team one, you go check area A," Satou directed. "Team two and four, check all the rooms on this floor for any survivors. The rest of you, come with me upstairs." And with that, Satou and her group ran upstairs, which was a hell lot worse.
More gore and blood assaulted their eyes, whilst their senses were assaulted with different, not-so-pleasing scents. A few newbies retched at the sight and smell. Satou steeled her resolve and moved forward.
"Satou-san," a fellow forensic came up to her.
"What is it?"
"This seems… familiar to me," he admitted.
"How so?" Satou raised an eyebrow in question.
"A few years ago… something similar happened… A massacre caused by someone murdering them bare-handed… That time, an Omega was the cause of it all."
"An Omega?"
He nodded. But before she could question him further, someone called her.
"Officer Satou!"
Turning, she saw someone far too familiar… but not at the same time.
"Kudou-kun?" she asked, running up to him.
"Err… well, no." He straightened up and gave her a charming smile, despite all that blood that stuck to him and his beforehand-nice-looking suit. "I'm Kuroba Kaito, pleased to make your acquaintance."
"Kuroba… as in the famous magician?"
"My, I'm flattered that you know, Onee-san," he said charmingly, giving her a blinding smile. Until a babble-like sound distracted her from his (admittedly handsome) face. Her eyes widened in shock.
"N-Naria?!" she said, tentatively reaching out to touch her, not believing that it's her.
"… And that you know of her too," the magician added with a pout. Naria tugged at his blood-stained shirt with a similar pout, as if reprimanding him, saying, "That's rude of you to say."
Kaito ruffled her hair, something he learnt fast enough that she didn't like people doing that to her. Much like Shinichi.
"What are you both doing here?" Satou's question brought Kaito's mind back to the present.
"There was a party," Kaito said simply. "And things went downhill from there."
"How so?" Satou asked once again.
"Well… There was this bomb… And gunshots too, I remember gunshots…" Kaito said, proceeding to tell her about Shinichi asking him to take Naria some place safe and how he ended up under a pile of rubble but somehow managed to get out.
In return, Satou told him of what she'd seen downstairs and of what the forensic said. Kaito blinked at a passing thought, far too fast for him to catch.
"By the way, have any of you seen Shinichi?" he asked, looking around. He knew that if Shinichi were around, he'd be with the police. Unless something else happened on the way. He hoped the latter wasn't true, but at Satou's negative confirmation, he knew for sure now that something happened.
"… I'm going back," Kaito said, handing over Naria, who gripped on to his tie with a strength a two-month old shouldn't have. With a resigned sigh, Kaito took her back, letting her reach for his face and hit it with her palms.
"I'll go search for Shinichi," he said, turning around.
"Wait!" Satou called, making Kaito turn back.
"What is it?"
A pause.
"What's your relationship with Kudou-kun?" she asked finally.
With a smirk, Kaito replied, "I'm his Alpha, and he's my Omega."
And he walked away.
Shinichi's nose led him to the emergency exit stairs, leading down, down, down. Then, another scent, a live Beta scent, mingled with his Kaito's cinnamon mint one. He growled in warning, ready to pounce at the Beta.
He stood in the doorway, his shoulders tense probably because of the low growl that rumbled through Shinichi's throat. Next thing he knew, a hand was on his neck, a bruising grip which threatened to snap it in half. Just as he was about to do it, a strong scent of an Alpha made his grip falter a little bit.
"Shinichi," the Alpha said, stilling the Omega in his near-murder. Azure eyes, clouded in rage and sorrow and a hint of insanity, met with indigo ones. Shinichi blinked, disbelieving.
The same suit Kaito wore, stained with blood. In his arms, a bundle of Naria reached towards him, a fast-healing gash on her cheek and blood on her dress. Other than that, they looked fine. Probably a bruise here and there, but fine and most importantly, alive.
"Kai…to?" Shinichi found his voice after a while. It was hoarse from screaming in rage as he massacred everyone else before. Kaito's eyes softened.
"It's me," he said softly, walking slowly towards the surprised Omega.
"But… but you…"
"My head got hit by a rubble and I passed out," he shrugged. "No big deal."
"I thought… You…" Shinichi's eyes stung, and Kaito's hand grabbed at his own, placing it on the magician's cheek as he leaned into the touch, reassuring him that it was real. Real and not a dream. Shinichi launched himself at him and let the tears fall, not caring about the metallic smell of dried blood on his mate's suit.
As long as his scent was still there…
Naria babbled with a content smile on her face, reaching up to him to grab at his fingers. Shinichi let her wrap a hand on his blood-stained finger, relishing in the feeling that every one of them are rea and still alive.
Before long, Shinichi let himself fall into Kaito's arms into a deep, peaceful sleep.
Once Shinichi was leaning completely into Kaito, face buried into his scent gland, his breath steady, the magician looked over at the slightly frightened Beta, probably traumatized. For life? Well, he was definitely surprised that a younger Omega like Shinichi who's usually docile and tame could actually lift him with one hand on his neck.
He was completely scared, to say the least.
"Could you please call Satou-san?" Kaito said calmly. The Beta nodded and ran towards where they both knew Satou would be at. Minutes later, they were on their way to the hospital, with Shinichi snuggled against Kaito's neck, breathing in his scent directly from his scent gland, and Naria sleeping against the both of them, a content smile on her face as she slept, feeling safe and secure with her parents.
The next time Shinichi woke, it was to strong arms around him and a small bundle of Naria snuggling against him. Shinichi looked upwards to find a still-sleeping Kaito, whose breathing was even and slightly smelled of tooth paste.
They all smelled slightly of oranges. Probably the soap, Shinichi concluded. Indigo-flecked azure eyes opened sleepily, looking at him in a silent question. Shinichi gave her a smile, and she returned it with a toothy grin, eyes blinking the sleepiness away.
The silence was broken when the youngest of the three started gurgling, a drool making its way out of the corner of her mouth. Kaito's eyes opened at the sound, slightly startled, and he was immediately on guard.
"Good morning, Kaito," Shinichi said softly, a smile on his lips. Kaito's eyes softened when they met his, and he placed a chaste kiss on his Omega's lips, returning the 'good morning'. Shinichi sat up to look around.
They were in the hospital, and why, he couldn't say. His mind was far too foggy for him to remember anything. The door opening silently drew the Omega's attention, and Megure and Satou stepped inside.
"You're awake…" Satou said, relief evident in her eyes.
"Officer Satou, Inspector Megure… Good morning…" Shinichi nodded politely in greeting. Hearing Kaito growl slightly in warning, Shinichi smiled at him before refocusing on the two cops.
"Good morning… no, actually, good evening, Kudou-kun," Megure said, a smile evident in his voice.
"We've got some questions for you… Do you have time?" Satou asked uncertainly. Shinichi nodded slowly. Taking out her notebook and pen, she started;
"What were you doing on the night of the party?"
"I was invited there, attending it as per the invitation asked of me," Shinichi replied smoothly.
"Where were you when the bombing started?"
"I was changing Naria's diapers."
"Were there anyone else who could confirm your alibi?"
"Other than Naria…" his thoughts flashed to Vermouth—no, Ada, "There was Frau Ada…"
"What was she doing there…?" Satou muttered to herself, and Shinichi only shook his head. "Moving on, why did you decide to put Naria into Kaito's arms?"
"I wanted her safe," Shinichi said, that part as true as her being next to him.
"But why Kaito? Why didn't you go and run out the moment the first bomb exploded?"
Shinichi's eyes hardened. "I couldn't leave when there were still people in the building."
Satou hummed as she wrote it down. "Do you know of the Omegan Madness?"
"I've heard of it… somewhere… But I forgot where. What of it?" Shinichi asked back.
"The massacre in the building seemed exactly how it would be if an Omega turns into the state of Omegan Madness. It's usually triggered by seeing many deaths and torture, and seeing a loved one experience either of them," Satou said as if reciting the lines from a book.
"That sounds… brutal," Shinichi said contemplatively.
"It is," Megure nodded, suppressing a shudder at the memory of how limbs were torn from their rightful places, blood and gore completely covering the floor, and they had to be extra careful to not slip on those misplaced and sometimes torn organs.
"Do you remember anything after you handed Naria over to Kaito?" Satou inquired.
"Well… I did see Herr Alfons getting cornered by some group with guns… and then—" Shinichi's eyes widened as he remembered the bomb and how Herr Alfons was crushed underneath it. "Herr Alfons triggered the second bomb…"
Satou quirked an eyebrow.
"And—and then—" nothing. No, wait. "I saw Kaito… dead…" Shinichi's eyes were wide and fear started to seep into it. Kaito was quick to hug and comfort his Omega, shushing him and telling him that everything was alright. That he was alive and well.
Shinichi visibly relaxed against the Alpha and sighed.
"I don't remember anything else after that."
It was a black hole amongst many of his near-photographic memory. Satou frowned at that, a calculating glint getting into her eyes.
"I… see," she said slowly, contemplatively. Her mind went a few thousand meters per hour. Then, her gaze met Shinichi's. "I think… we might need to get you into therapy. Mind therapy."
"What? Why?" Shinichi was baffled that she would suggest such a thing.
"Because… I'm sorry, Shinichi, but I'm suspecting you to be a victim under Omegan Madness, and I need to be sure." Shinichi nodded slowly, digesting her words slowly. "Don't worry, even if you're a victim to the Omegan Madness, you won't get into jail for murder. Because, as I said, you're a victim. We'll probably put you under therapy for a month or so."
"I… thank you," Shinichi said, relieved. He didn't know what he'd do if he actually got the Omegan Madness and not treat it at all. A few more questions later, they were done. Snuggling into Kaito's embrace, embracing Naria in his arms, Shinichi closed his eyes, enjoying the silence that fell over them once more.
Vermouth wasn't impressed. Not at all when she saw the medic team leading a sleeping Shinichi in Kaito's arms, along with a sleeping baby in the man's other arm. But she was impressed at the scene he made in his rage.
Truly, the Omegan Madness is a work of art; a true beauty to another level. A feral smile graced her lips as she walked away, getting on her motorcycle, driving away into the night.
Truly, the Omegan Madness is a beautiful thing.
A/N
Holy, did I just make Vermouth into a complete psychopath in another level?! Really?! Oh well. Have you ever thought of what a person sees you as first when they look at you the first time? People often point out that I have chubby cheeks (though it's more of a heritage thing I got from mom's side, seeing that she had been chubby in her elementary years even though she was just skin and bones. I was like that too, until I started swimming and got hooked.)
But when I take off my (admittedly thick) glasses, people would say that I have sharp eyes. And that makes me feel beautiful. And that disgusts me for no reason at all. (I shudder at the thought of being… beautiful. I hate that word.) Enough of my rants.
What did you think of this chapter? I'm still dying to post this and the last chapter! DX I hate making others wait… And I'm sorry because I felt too lazy to beta this... ;P
- To be continued -