Author's note

This chapter started after 1 year of TDD broke up and they all went to their own separates way.

Okay, this is just a lil bit preview of a work I'm doing. It won't get another chapter for a long time since I'll be on a hiatus for at least 3 months. So beware. Feel free to comments. I want to know what is your opinion on this chapter. To be honest, both me my sis are quite frustrated that they are lack of any hypmic abo verse, so we decided to create one. But yeah, since I'm busy with examination, I can't write much. I hope you will enjoy this prologue though.

The horrendous sound of a terrible coughing fit is what stirred Jiro from his sleep. The second Yamada let out a grumble before opening his mismatched green and yellow eyes while his hand searched for his smartphone.

'Again? What time is it?' he thought to himself while rubbing his eyes. He can always go back to sleep but he decided not to. He let out a tired groan as his hand caught the familiar cold feeling of his smartphone screen and clicked the power button to check on the time.

'5.30 a.m.?!! That's earlier than usual!!' he thought in alarm. He quickly climbed down from his bed and took a quick stride towards the source of the sound coming from. The toilet. He went straight to his destination just like the nights before.

Okay, truth to be told, this wasn't the first time Jiro is woken up from his sleep in an ungodly hour due to this kind of disturbance. He was confused at first about who was the one making all the noise. He wasn't angry per se. He was worried. But then again, as dumb as Jiro is, he can be quite perspective towards people around him. Especially his family. It only took him half a minute to finally conclude who's the voice it belongs to. It's pretty obvious when he rethink bout it cause Saburo can be a deep sleeper once he exhausts himself and to top it, they are only 3 people living in the house: Nii-chan, Saburo, and himself. So yeah, it must be Nii-chan. Jiro was also glad that Saburo didn't wake up as well. Things might get noisy whenever they bicker and Jiro was quite sure that he and Saburo bickering was the last thing their oldest brother needed to hear or endure at this very moment.

The sound of coughing continues to fill the Yamada household and when Jiro was practically only halfway through the corridor when the sound of coughing turned into a loud gagging and belching noise. Feeling alarmed and worried, Jiro increases his speed and arrived at the toilet right at the moment where Ichiro was hunched in front of the toilet bowl and throwing everything out.

Jiro was no genius like Saburo ( Yes, he admits that their youngest sibling is a genius despite being bratty and all) to know that Ichiro is in pain or great discomfort judging from his posture. And so, Jiro did the most normal thing he would do; he crouched beside Ichiro, combing back some of the older's hair from his sweat-drenched head while caressing Ichiro's back soothingly while the oldest Yamada continues to throw up.

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He felt sick. Like, very very sick. He couldn't exactly make out what and why he kept on vomiting everything he ate. Sometimes it happens when he was in the middle of cooking. Sometimes when he was in the middle of his binge anime watching. Sometimes nausea happens even when his stomach was empty. And that was pure torture. The worst part of this nausea shit is that it keeps on coming to no matter what time or conditions Ichiro is in. Day or night. During his job or not. The nausea was so bad that he kept on having a terrible headache every time he threw up and this has

The omega tried to take a couple of deep breaths but the stench of vomit filled his nostril and only increase his nausea. He felt so weak. Not only he made a loud noise in the middle of an ungodly hour, he even dragged Jiro into this. His little brother should've just left him all alone at the toilet and continue to sleep instead of helping him with this shit. But a tiny part of him felt glad and happy Jiro was there beside him to help him with this shit altogether. The small gesture from his little brother somehow managed to lessen the pain coiling inside his stomach. The comforting scent of citrus filled his nostril and he relaxed to it.

He inwardly laughed at himself. 'How pathetic,' he thought to himself. He was the firstborn and he was supposed to be the strongest among his siblings. He was supposed to protect them from this terrible world and yet it was his little brother who helped him. He felt weak.

Ichiro stood up albeit staggering at first but the supportive arms around his waist and back managed to help him stood up. He flushed the toilet and proceed to wash his mouth from the foul aftertaste of the vomit.

They exited the toilet while Jiro navigates him back to his room. Ichiro passed out even before his body reached his bed. He wasn't awake when Jiro lay him down on his bed and draped the older male with the red blanket that sat at the end of his bed.

Jiro observes his brother in concern. His brother looks so pale, the face that is usually brimmed with joy and energy seems to drain itself with night after night of vomiting his inside out. When he touched Ichiro's hand a while ago, it felt so cold like ice, and Jiro's eyes widened in both horror and worry. For the past few days and it almost reached a week, both Jiro and Saburo noticed how their oldest brother keep on losing his appetite, could be seen skipping his meals quite often and he couldn't cook nor do his job much nowadays. Jiro doesn't mind doing the cooking and some of the odd jobs since he's been trying to lessen the burden his brother carrying but seeing his brother looks so sick and pale just managed to make both him and Saburo be concern over him. If Ichiro wasn't at the toilet vomiting everything he had consumed for his last meal at the moment, he could be seen sprawled at his bed or anywhere available. Tired.

For the past few days, the situation always repeated itself like this somehow it felt like a morning routine for both of them. Ichiro woke up at an ungodly hour be it in the middle of the night or stupidly early in the morning, Jiro will wake up not long after and caught Ichiro throwing up, the younger boy will help his brother going back to bed and tuck him in and then the cycle repeats itself. Jiro remembers the first time he caught Ichiro like this, the older was very tense under his touch before relaxed himself. Jiro wasn't sure much why, but maybe because of his pheromones that Ichiro finally relaxed.

Even though Jiro just presented over 2 weeks ago, he already felt the strong urge to protect his family, that is their Nii-chan and Saburo. He doesn't know much of the reason why he felt all protective and all but he knew it's normal for an Alphas to be protective towards someone they love and wanted to protect. The second born of the Yamada family stared into his hands before clenching them tightly, balling into a fist as he vows to himself.

'I'll definitely, protect Nii-chan and Saburo! I swear!'

Flashback...

A soft hum of an anime opening could be heard by anyone who walks near the ravenette on Shinjuku street. The sun already set and Ichiro finally managed to finish his odd job; handing Jakurai the information of both the doctor's patient and his husband. Their name was Hifumi and Doppo if he wasn't mistaken. He went to the nearest convenience store to buy a bottle of cola.

As he enters the store, his eyes caught the presence of melon bread sitting nicely in the aisle. He thought about eating it together with cola and decided that he'll buy that too. Just before he could be reached onto the bread, his nose caught a very familiar scent. A scent he never smelled for the past 1 year. His body turned rigid before the omega decided to shook his head. It couldn't be. He's at Shinjuku not Yokohama of all place. It might be his nose playing a trick on him. But his sense of smell never lied to him.

Ichiro decided that cola and melon bread can wait until he reaches Ikebukuro. His instinct screamed danger and he needs to run away. Maybe the scent he caught just now wasn't his imagination after all.

He got out of the convenience store and ran towards the train station, hoping that maybe he could run away from 'that' person.

He hasn't fully moved on from him and seeing him again will not only brought up unwanted old memories but also the new hatred he harbored towards the Alpha. His so-called 'fated mate'. He scoffed at the thought. How utterly stupid and childish. He shouldn't have ever had those thoughts in the first place.

But before he could even get close to the train station, a strong hand grabbed his wrist in a rather harsh way and proceed to push him to the hard wall of the nearest dark alley.

"Agh!"

Ichiro grunted and clenched both of his fists tightly when his back hit the hard wall behind him. His head felt like spinning around but he managed to glare at the culprit who pinned him down to the wall. The pheromones the Alpha gave out are a dead giveaway.

"What do you want, you stupid horse?!" Ichiro spat with as much malice he could put in those words.

"The fuck did you say?!!" the white-haired Alpha growled louder, the intensity of his pheromones seems to doubled and this has caused the younger male to squirm rather unintentionally. Ichiro scoffed. So much for being older than him, that idiot horse couldn't even get his pheromones in check. Seriously. What a big idiot.

"You heard me you-!!"

"Shut up!"

Ichiro's whole body turned still. This is bad. This is really bad. This is really really bad! Not only that idiot excuse of an Alpha just used his Alpha voice, but the older male also emitted strong pheromones as if he's close to his rut. The worst part is that Ichiro could literally FEEL how his body betraying him when he felt the familiar coldness of slick seeping out from his hole. Well shit.

Sure, he was currently on his pre-heat week but he already took his suppressant and his heat was supposed to hit by the end of next week for god's sake!! Guess that won't be a help if you got your 'fated mate' near you, huh?

The omega trembled and let out a gasp when the older male started to touch him. His mind started to turn fuzzy when the hands started to roam underneath his white hoodie. They started to kiss, getting more and more sensually as seconds passed by. They continue to kiss for a good 2 minutes before Samatoki pulled away. Both of their faces spotted the same shade of crimson.

Without wasting another second, Samatoki pulled Ichiro's hand, guiding them somewhere. Ichiro's senses started to fade since he can't even exactly make out where they are heading to.

His mind started to become slightly clear when his back hit a soft bed but that doesn't stop him nor Samatoki to pamper each other's bodies with kisses and bite marks. The night passes by with each other whispering and chanting each others name, marking each others body like who those belongs to.

Letting their inner Alpha and Omega take over their body and filled the nights with heat and rut-induced sex.

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Ichiro woke up feeling sore and tired. His back hurt like hell and so does his head. His eyes devoid of any emotion, it looks almost soul-less, to begin with. His brain processed everything that had happened but his heart aches so bad that he can't think a thing. He refuses to stay another minute at this goddamn place of all place and getting stuck with the albino. And so he stood up, bearing the pain as much as he could. He needs to go now.

He was super glad that Samatoki was still asleep. He doesn't have to hear what kind of bullshit that older male would throw at him. And so, he dressed himself up as fast as he could before he flees from the place, leaving his so-called fated mate behind. He's an Alpha, he can take it waking up without anyone by his side.

And so he ran. He won't stop until he reached his home.

His hand reached to the black choker on his neck and muttered-

"*"

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GASP*

Ichiro quickly stood up from his sleeping position. Cold sweat poured down from his head as his dream hit him with a sudden cold realization. Something that he never thought of would ever happen to him at such an early age. Something his inner omega longed for but the teen had pushed away.

'It couldn't be-!'

No! No no no no no no no!! He can't be- he can't be pregnant right? That's just absurd. It couldn't be...unless... Okay, you know what? Let's try to get things straight.

Alright, first thing first he went to Shinjuku to give Jakurai the information he needed.

Then, he went to the nearest convenience store to reward himself.

He caught Samatoki's scent and quickly ran away from the store.

He got caught and dragged to a freaking love hotel.

then- Ichiro slapped his cheeks. Hard.

Ugh! Damn it, Ichiro could literally feel the heat creeping up to his cheeks just by thinking about it. He knew that both he and Samatoki has accidentally gone through their rut and heat together-

Then it hit him. Not only he went through his heat with Samatoki who was apparently an Alpha and his fated mate. The most crucial detail just hit him like a block of bricks.

Fuck! They did it without using any fucking protection. For 3 damn days-WAIT!! HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN?!!!

Ichiro grabbed his phone and checked the calendar. His eyes widen in disbelief not only he missed a month without his heat, but it's also been 6 weeks since the accident.

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"Nii-chan are you ok?" Jiro asked the older Yamada. He already knew the answer but it wouldn't be so bad to make a sure right?

Ichiro could only manage a small weak smile to his little brother. Saburo eyed him a worried look. It pained him to see it. It was him that was supposed to be worried over them not the opposite.

"Yeah, I'm alright,"

"Are you really okay? Please don't lie to us Ichi-nii,"

"Yep! I'm better than before so don't worry! Now go to school! Both of you gonna be late if you don't go now!"

Both of his little brothers let out a sigh. As much as they want to stay beside their oldest brother, they can't cause them to have to go to school, or else Ichiro would be both upset and disappointed in them. They begrudgingly left the house after waving at their brother before running towards their school.

After waving them off, Ichiro finally let his mask fall from his face. If he wants to make sure that his speculation was right, he should do a pregnancy test, right? With a tired huff, Ichiro put on his shoes and hoodie. His destination is the nearest pharmacy from their house.

Thank god that he managed to go to the pharmacy without any interruptions like unwanted, random rap battles. He wasn't sure if he could even manage to rap in his current condition. Right at the moment, he wanted to try the test out, the familiar taste of bile rise, and he quickly ran to the toilet to throw up for the umpteenth time that day.

After that, he somehow managed to take the pregnancy test without throwing up for the next half an hour and he took the opportunity to sleep while waiting for the result. He locked and slept in his room because he refused to let his little brothers see him in such a weak state.

The first thing he did after waking up from his nap is throwing up, again. The young man grumbles under his breath as he washes his mouth. He wasn't ready to check the result yet but he had to. He has to be strong. No matter what happened, he needs to face his problem heads first. Just like he always did all this time. Ichiro took a deep breath to calm himself and flip the test on his hand.

Two red line

Somehow, his brain decided to go on overdrive mode, he couldn't exactly remember what happened after that. He did hear a loud noise coming from the door and also a loud thudding sound like someone is running inside the house.

Someone was calling out for him but he couldn't hear it

His feet move on their own and maybe in some odd way he ran.

The test has long gone from his hand.

He ran out of the house.

'Why are you running? Where are you going?'

He doesn't know and yet Ichiro keeps on running away. He heard a scream from behind him but his body refused to listen to him and stop him from running away. Ichiro finally stopped when he saw a bright light in front of him. He stood there. Rooted to the ground. Almost emotionless.

'What is that in front of him?'

The last thing Ichiro remembered was a hand on his wrist.

Then, everything went dark.