Jinx and Jax sat in first class on the plane as they sipped on champagne.
"Uncle Jasha says we can stay with him as long as we want."
"That may be a while. I doubt we'll ever be able to go back to Japan," Jax sneered over his glass.
"There will be other opportunities; we just need to branch a bit more. Maybe see what the Bratva is doing in Italy, or the States."
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your captain speaking; in a few minutes, we will be making our descent into Moscow. At this time, we ask that you please fasten your seatbelts and bring your chairs and tray tables into an upright and locked position…"
"It'll be good to be home," Jinx said with a smile. Jax snorted before throwing back the rest of the champagne.
After the plan came to a stop, the twins pulled their luggage out of the overhead compartment and laughed as they made their way to the waiting area.
"Ah, good, Uncle Jasha sent a car for us," Jinx smiled at his phone.
A five-minute walk later found the twins coming out to the parking lanes, where people were being dropped off and picked up. It was easy to recognize Vince, their family's longtime bodyguard, and chauffeur.
"Vincent! Hello, old friend!" Jinx's voice slipped back into his original Russian accent.
Vince wordlessly nodded his head and opened the back door to the shiny black Cadillac. They expected to step in, but instead, a large, broad-shouldered man stepped out.
"Uncle Jasha," Jax said with a nervous smile. "You didn't have to meet us at the airport."
Jinx and Jax clung to their bags, each with fear in their eyes.
"Mavra," Jasha said, coming to Jax and kissing him on each cheek, "Melor," he did the same with Jinx. "Your mother, … You do remember your mother, right? The beautiful omega who gave birth to you. My niece, whom I love very much," both the twins nodded their heads. "Good, good. Because your mother, I have to say, is very disappointed in the two of you."
Jasha stepped in close to their personal space, and the twins tried to step back, but Vincent, who was even taller and broader than their great uncle, stood behind them, blocking their exit.
"I have to say," Jasha stepped in very close so that his face was right between their heads. "So am I." Jasha reached into Jinx's jacket pocket and pulled out a small device. "I'll be taking back what you stole from me," he whispered. "You won't be needing it. You are fortunate right now that I don't have Vince take you apart limb by limb for what you did. If I ever hear you are back in Russia … You will never leave again." Jasha's voice dropped to a low, sinister snarl as his alpha scent spiked.
Jasha stepped back as Vince placed his larger than normal hands on each of the twin's shoulders, his grip so tight it nearly crushed their bones.
"Here they are, Hero. Mavra and Melor Gorky. They like to use ridiculous nicknames of Jinx and Jax, but I can vouch for their identities." Jasha said as he straightened up and stepped back.
LeMillion appeared like a ghost from the stone pillar that they stood close too as many police cars pulled in surrounding the group of Russians.
"Thank you, Mr. Drozdov, your assistance has been very helpful," LeMillion said as he pulled out quirk-nullifying cuffs.
"Uncle, why?" Jinx cried.
"You betrayed the family; you betrayed your mother, my favorite niece, you betrayed me when you stole from my home. There is no room in our pack for scum like you."
"I have to admit; it took a while to find you two. You're really good at covering your tracks. Fortunately, you tend to talk a lot as well, and I was able to piece together where you would go." LeMillion cuffed the twins before handing them off to the police.
LeMillion puffed his chest up with pride. He wasn't going to let anyone else ever slip through his fingers. He spent weeks going over evidence and testimonies of victims, eventually finding a trail he could follow. It led him to the Russia Bratva and one of the family figureheads. Getting in touch with the hero agencies in Russia was easy; trying to get in touch with the Bratva was harder. But once they learned of the twin's involvement in the omega trafficking rings and the Hunt, they were more than willing to cooperate.
With the mountain of evidence against them, LeMillion smiled and looked forward to going home to celebrate his victory.
~Ά/β/Ω~
"Denki? … My string leads to you?" Shinso said, holding up his left ring finger, a red string tied to it leading to Kaminari, who stood to Shinso's left.
"What if you have more than one?" Kaminari asked as he gazed at his hand. Instead of one, there were two red strings, each going in a different direction, one to the left and one to the right.
"Holy shit! WE'RE SOULMATES!" Sero exclaimed when he realized the red string attached to his finger lead to his best friend, Kaminari, who stood to his right side.
"Aoyama, how many times are you going to watch that video?" Ashido asked as she snuggled against Tetsutetu on the sofa.
He had been with class 3A that day in the park and discovered that he and Ashido were soulmates. They decided to take things slow and let their relationship develop naturally. Thankfully they had already been friends for the last two years, so that helped.
"I can't help it, mon amie, an omega having two alphas as their soulmates," Aoyama heaved a heavy sigh. "I only have one string, and I don't even know who it leads too."
"You'll find them, Yuga, give it time," Iida said as he walked by.
"Easy for you to say, your soulmate was there," Aoyama argued back as Iida set a dinner plate down in front of Yaoyorozu.
"Thank you, Tenya," Momo said with a smile. "Well, whoever they turn out to be, I'm sure they'll be great. And we'll welcome them into the pack easily," she smiled at her fellow omega before she took a bite. Iida followed her lead and dug into his meal.
"Has anyone seen Eijiro or Shoto?" Sero asked from his spot on the couch.
He sat in the corner, with Kaminari laid with his back to Sero's chest, as Shinso rested his head against Kaminari's stomach. The omega was running his fingers through purple hair as he scrolled through his phone with the other hand.
"No, and I doubt we will either. They've spent more time in either of their rooms than they do with the rest of the pack," Ashido grumbled.
"They're soulmates, Mina, what did you expect", Jiro said as she blew on her tea.
"AND they've been dating since school let out," Hagakure added. "So, I'm sure they're still in their honeymoon phase."
Bakugo and Midoriya glanced at each other at Hagakure's comment and shared a secret smile. If only they knew.
~End.