Woah… Has it really been THAT long since I've updated this story? Yikes. Sorry. XD I hope you enjoy it anyway! Thank you for not giving up on me!

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An Omegan Warrior

Chapter 19

Todoroki was relieved that he could still smell Izuku near him when he woke up once more, finding the scent calming to the point that even his still burning back felt better. The little Omega had fallen asleep on the ground beside his cot, still holding his hand gently.

But the pleasant sensation immediately changed when he picked up the scent of whoever Izuku had been spending time with. It wasn't long before the person it belonged to stepped into the tent and he realized just who the cinnamon-smoke Alpha was.

His father had spoken about 'The Dragon King' and how much of a nuisance he was becoming. Apparently, he'd started taking over most of the North when he was just a child and was quickly bringing the entire area under his control. While he'd never outright threatened their borders, it was only a matter of time.

Not that Todoroki particularly cared; he'd happily give his crown to someone else as long as they took care of his people… it wasn't like they'd have a difficult time; anyone would probably do a better job than his family had.

"Looks like the Peppermint Prince is finally awake," Bakugo sneered, though his voice remained quiet enough to not rouse Midoriya. "And here I was hoping you'd just die—you and the rest of your worthless bloodline."

"Then, by all means, kill me before my strength returns. I'm sure Izuku would really fall for you then…" Todoroki responded sarcastically, thumbing Izuku's hand and smiling when he unconsciously nuzzled into it.

Bakugo flared his scent with rage, his pheromones causing Todoroki to instinctively do the same, the tent quickly becoming suffocating from their hostility. Midoriya's eyes snapped open and he attempted to sit up, but he only made it to his second breath before the clashing Alpha scent had his Omega reeling.

It was more than just wanting to submit; he couldn't get his body to move. Izuku felt his pupils blow wide as he fell back, head twisting submissively to the side. His mind was in a haze of confusion, unprepared for the sudden onslaught as well as just how potent it was in the small, airflow-lacking space.

"Shit!"

"Fuck!"

Despite their continued desire to prove dominance over one another, both Todoroki and Bakugo immediately put a lid on their output. The blonde yanked the tent flap open and tied it back while Shoto forced himself up to tend to Midoriya.

"Izuku, I'm so sorry…" he apologized, gently twisting his chin back up to face him. "We just—I'm sorry."

The Omega blinked a few times as a breeze blew in and helped to clear his thoughts, finding red and mismatched eyes staring down at him with worry and clear shame. It took several more minutes for him to stifle his incredibly persistent urge to remain completely pliant and still, but neither Alpha moved or started acting up again.

"Woah…" Midoriya breathed, trembling from the gelatin-like feeling throughout his whole body. He sat up slowly and crossed his legs before dropping his head into his hands. "Everything is spinning…"

"It'll pass in an hour or so, Deku," Katsuki explained gruffly. "I'll get Eijiro to take you to your tent to rest."

~Flashback~

Katsuki staggered around in a daze, trying to stem the bleeding from his head as he struggled to breathe in the still smokey air. There were corpses strewn about, some burned almost beyond recognition while others had clearly died from the suffocating ash, their hands stuck in clawed fists at their throats.

The blonde stubbornly turned over every mangled body he came across, hoping beyond hope that the two people he was looking for weren't among the dead. Eventually, though, Katsuki stumbled into a heavily damaged area away from the more densely populated sections of his destroyed village.

He found his parents there.

Their lifeless bodies were in the center of a smoldering field, barely recognizable from the char across their melted skin. Katsuki whimpered as he stumbled over, dropping to his knees as his silent crying finally broke into piercing wails.

From their positions, it was clear that his mother had fallen during the fight and that his father had flung himself over her, shielding her from the hellfire to their dying breaths. But Katsuki couldn't understand how she had been defeated.

His mother, Mitsuki, had been the undisputed leader of their clan. She was a powerful Alpha that ruled with such grace and honor that even rival clans showed her respect they wouldn't ever give anyone else. Masaru, his father, was a Beta-the steadfast cushion that easily smoothed Mitsuki's most jagged edges; he was the only person in the world that his mate would bow her proud head to.

Katsuki, therefore, was a statistical anomaly. With an Alpha mother and Beta father, he never should have been conceived, and yet there he was, sobbing over his parents in confusion and sorrow. He'd thought that no one could have defeated his mom, but she'd been ruthlessly killed along with everyone else in his village...everyone except for him.

It took hours, but Katsuki eventually forced himself back up. If his mother—the most powerful warrior in their part of the North—had been taken down, then the other clans didn't stand a chance. He only looked back once before leaving the wreckage of his home behind, swearing to stop this senseless violence from happening again.

But his promise couldn't be kept yet... After nearly two days of nonstop walking, he was met with heated, putrid air. The nauseating stench of burning flesh and super-heated rock would never leave him; they'd already been attacked.

His bones and muscles creaked and tore as he sent waves of explosions from his hands, propelling him faster than he could run with the state of his bare, blistered feet. The pain of overusing his magic was nothing compared to the fear of landing in the aftermath of another massacre though.

Katsuki frantically looked around, red eyes wide and desperate to find anyone left alive. He'd only managed to survive because the enemy saw he was a child and wrongfully assumed him not to be much of a threat. He'd used their foolishness to his advantage and implemented guerilla tactics, landing devastating blows before retreating into the smoke for cover. When others had choked and succumbed to the scalding cinders scorching their throats, he'd been able to use his quirk to blast above the pollution... but who else could have done something like that?

Again, Katsuki shoved bodies around, checking through every pile of burning wood to see if someone was alive under the debris. He'd almost given up when he caught sight of a silver glove sticking out from under a particularly large heap of smoldering beams; if there was one person that could have lived, it would be the boy who wore that signature piece of armor.

He'd met the kid several times since they were both the heirs to their respective clans. Though he hadn't understood why at the time, his mother had insisted that all the rulers in their area—friend and enemy—met once a year to set terms and build trust regardless of old grudges.

As Katsuki would take her place one day, he'd been forced to attend just like all the other 'royal' offspring. Unfortunately, he had Mitsuki's temper without a loving mate there to buffer his tactlessness and he wasn't old enough to have his mother's maturity.

It hadn't taken long for Katsuki to alienate himself from just about everyone, repulsing potential mates and burning friendships before they could start... But Eijiro Kirishima was the exception. He hailed from his family's rival clan, the only bloodline that gave his own a run for its money.

"Damnit, wake up!" Katsuki hissed once he'd managed to dig Eijiro out of the scalding rubble. He shook the child harshly, raising his hand high in preparation to slap his still hardened cheek just as he heard a weak cough. Gentle red eyes rolled as they opened, his protective magic fizzling out when he stared up at the blurry blonde mass holding him.

For once, Katsuki held his impatience in check, waiting for Eijiro to fully wake up. It made his heart hurt when the redhead finally understood who was with him, panic welling in his expression as he sat up and whipped his head around.

Katsuki stepped back and watched quietly while everything that had happened returned to Eijiro's memory, knowing how painful it was to realize the reality that they'd both been thrust into. He sniffed in roughly when that watery, sorrowful gaze finally settled back on him questioningly.

"W-why?" Eijiro whimpered. "Why'd h-he do this?"

"Does it fucking matter?" Katsuki responded gruffly, reaching out boldly to offer a hand to his new comrade. "We're not going to let him get away with it."

The redhead looked up at Katsuki. They were children... Their limbs and bellies still held the smooth plumpness of baby fat for crying out loud! They weren't the fierce warriors their parents had been! What were they going to do against the might of Endeavor and his vast, ruthless army?

But Katsuki wasn't wavering. He was bruised and bloody and had just lost everything... yet he stood tall and defiant amidst the desolation surrounding them. Eijiro knew then that he'd follow the blonde anywhere... He'd fight to the death just to earn the hand he was being offered.

"No," he agreed, sniffing in roughly too as he was helped back to his feet. "He won't get away with it."

~End flashback~

"I mean... what are the odds, man?" Kirishima hummed in tense amusement. "The heir to the kingdom responsible for destroying our people getting seriously wounded and brought to our camp?"

Bakugo growled, still infuriated by the near-scuffle he'd had with Todoroki an hour prior. He had half a mind to storm back over there and blow off his two-colored head before the bastard had a chance to continue his father's murder campaign.

"He isn't like I thought he'd be though..." Kirishima added, testing the waters slowly so as not to piss off his King even more. "Actually, he seems more like a lost pup—"

"Don't you even say it, shitty hair. I don't give a damn what kind of act that hellspawn puts on; he's still the youngest son of Endeavor and from what I understand, the one his father wants to take over when he finally dies."

Kirishima puffed up his cheeks and nodded, though his agreement clearly had hesitance. He fiddled with the clasps on his metal arm brace, giving Bakugo a few more minutes to go over their interaction. Sure enough, the blonde crumpled forward to lean on his desk, rubbing his face with frustration.

"Guess you can't choose your fucking parents though..." he admitted bitterly.

Bakugo hadn't really taken the time to look at Todoroki when they'd first come in contact due to the direness of their situation and he certainly hadn't gone to check up on his greatest enemy's kid once he'd been tended to... But the moment they were both hovering around Midoriya he'd seen the flaming scars covering the Prince's body.

"I guess King Enji didn't stop at just hurting people from other kingdoms..." Kirishima voiced, seemingly reading the blondes' mind.

Bakugo nodded and sat back, staring up at the rustling billows of his tent. Despite his bravado, he wouldn't actually wish suffering on someone he didn't truly think deserved it to their very core... and if Todoroki had managed to join up with Midoriya and win his loyalty, then that meant he probably wasn't bad at all.

"Well..." Kirishima continued, satisfied with Bakugo's somewhat unspoken decision about giving Todoroki the benefit of the doubt. "Maybe he could tell us what his father is planning... Since he is or at least was the chosen heir out of Endeavors children, he could know why they're attacking now of all times."

"I don't think we're the direct target this time, Eijiro..." Bakugo murmured somberly. "Think about it… Endeavor always attacks without warning. He takes down the strongest resistance and then lets everyone left do his work for him and destroy each other so that he can claim victory afterward. But he can't do that now that most of this area is under my control—he'd need a full-on war to take us out."

"But he's heading directly towards us?" Kirishima argued in confusion. "If he's not coming to wipe out our camp, then—Oh…"

Bakugo nodded with solemnness, turning to look in the direction of Todoroki's tent. "Looks like that damn Omega is still going to need our help."

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Ehe... You know a few chapters ago Iida was dreading having another damn Alpha drooling over Izuku and butting heads with Todoroki... But I'm so ready for it XD

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