Alright people, here is the promised Alpha/Omega Coco AU ?
Warning! This will have graphic violence, attempted rape, and major character deaths. If any of this makes you uncomfortable, then please don't read it.
For those who have decided to continue on, please read, review and enjoy ?
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"This is going to be more difficult than what I thought Dante…" Miguel muttered, sighing wearily as he waited for a few moments, waiting for the coast to definitely clear, before moving to stand up.
And then he realised that the omega was standing right in front of him, staring down at him in curiosity.
"Ummmm… hi!" Miguel squeaked, keeping a careful eye on the man as he knelt down in front of him, head tilted slightly to the side, "What are you- "
He stopped as the man slowly reached out, bony fingers poking Miguel gently in the cheek… and then the man quickly pulled away, a look of utter confusion on his face.
"Please don't freak out…" Miguel begged, not knowing if his words were getting through to the older male, "… I need to find Ernesto de la Cruz and my great, great grandpa. Do you know how to get out of here without the police seeing?"
Why was he even asking this…. This man looked like he didn't even know his own name.
And maybe he didn't.
"Alright, maybe i can use you as a distraction…" Miguel decided, gently taking the man's hand and pulling him towards the exit, "… if the police care for you so much, they might ignore me."
Silence.
"I'm going to take this as an agreement."
However, as soon as they left the police station, an Alpha roar could be heard over the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
"MIGUEL!"
"Run!" Miguel increased his speed, keeping a tight hold of the omega's hand as they raced for the exit, pushing open the doors and rushing down the stairs, "Come on, we need to- where did you go?"
The hand was still in his, but the rest of the omega wasn't. Frantically, Miguel glanced around, sighing in relief as he spotted the omega standing at the top of the stairs, slowly making his way towards Miguel as his detached hand quivered with the effort of trying to get back to the main body.
"Stay close!" Miguel ordered, "We need to get out of here!"
Despite getting out of the building, and no longer really needing the omega, Miguel kept a hold of the man's hand and pulled him into the crowd, blending in with the people all around.
…..
"He's going to get himself killed!" Imelda growled as her and the rest of the family pushed their way out into the streets, unable to see where Miguel had gone, "I need my spirit guide, Pepita."
A sharp whistle pierced through the night, and a large, winged feline swooped down from the rooftops high above.
"Who has the petal that Miguel touched?!"
Nervously, Papa Julio made his way over, quivering and quietly begging for Pepita to be a good girl, shaking as the alebrije huffed, sniffing at the petal. Pepita then turned her attention to the stairs, sniffing carefully at them before roaring and taking off into the sky.
She had the scent.
…..
"I don't know why you even have this in your pocket… " Miguel muttered as they sat under a large stone bridge, "… but- hey, keep the mirror still okay?"
He tried to keep his voice calm, not wanting to startle the omega, who had done nothing but stare at him since they decided to lay low.
"Okay… what do you think?"
Upon leaving the building, it became obvious to Miguel that he had to hide his skin somehow, he had to blend in with everyone else. When he mentioned this in passing, pots of makeup paint and a small mirror were shoved into his hand, and the omega was beaming at him.
And now he was finished…. Although, one of his 'eye sockets' did look a little bit wonky.
"Oh, come on…" he muttered, frowning when the mirror was lowered, and a skeletal hand was suddenly touching his cheeks, gently smoothing out the black outlines of his eye socket, before holding up the mirror again.
His makeup was now perfect.
"Ummmm…. Thank you." Miguel muttered, handing the omega the pots, watching as the man quickly put them inside some well-stitched inside pockets, "So ummm…. What else do you have in there?"
The omega frowned in confusion for a brief second, before beaming and reaching back into his pocket, pulling out a slightly tattered looking photo of a man with the exact same smile. Gently, Miguel took it off him and examined it.
Clearly, it was of the omega man as he had once been in life. Messy black hair sat on top of a skinny face, the nose was long, and the ears were slightly bigger than normal… but his eyes were warm, and the smile was genuine. Judging by the clothing, it was probably taken in the early 1900's. Peeking out of his collar, was a bitemark.
He looked so happy.
"Muy guapo…" Miguel muttered, slowly handing the photo back as he was filled with a new wave of sadness for the poor man.
He was carrying around a photo of himself, and yet no-one had put his photo on their ofrenda… it was just cruel.
The omega didn't look worried though, putting the photo back in his pocket as his other arm reached up to where his glowing bite mark was, rubbing it softly.
It was obvious what the man was possibly thinking about.
"Yeah, that's why you were chosen by your Alpha huh?" It was probably all omegas could think about in that time. Getting a good Alpha who could provide for them and their children, "Right, I need to find De la Cruz, so I guess this is- "
He stopped, getting to his feet… only for the omega to get to his feet as well, clearly intending to follow.
"No, no no!" Miguel tried to protest, "I need to find De la Cruz! I can't look after you as well!"
The words were harsh, but the omega didn't seem to mind. Instead, he grabbed Miguel's hand and pulled the younger boy out from underneath the bridge, heading slowly out onto the main streets.
As they walked, Miguel couldn't help but notice different things about the omega, how he was different from all of the other skeletons that were walking around.
How his bones looked slightly duller, with clear wounds that had tape hastily wrapped around them.
His limp that indicated a serious wound.
The fact that his clothing was tatty, and he wore no shoes at all.
It didn't matter what this omega did in his life, he didn't deserve any of this.
They received a lot of pitying looks as they continued to walk down the street, walking on and on until they over-looked a large courtyard, where a large stage was being put together.
"What's that for?" he asked, before remembering who he was talking to, and turning to try and find someone else.
"Hello? Excuse me?"
But nobody seemed to be paying them any attention, too busy with their Day of the Dead celebrations to pay any heed to the child trying to ask for their help.
"Oh, come on!"
Leaning back against the wall, Miguel slid down to the ground and sighed wearily…. Seconds later, he felt the omega sit down next to him, before the older man placed a gentle, almost reassuring hand on his shoulder.
Glancing over, Miguel couldn't help but return the smile that the man was giving him. "Thanks…. I know you probably don't understand all this, but I need to find my Great, great grandfather before sunrise! Or that's it! Life over!"
The omega did look slightly sympathetic, but that soon vanished when a rough voice could be heard over the buzz of the crowd.
"MARCO! MARCO!"
The omega turned his head towards the sound, the beaming grin appearing on his face once again as a short, frowning Alpha male pushed his way through the crowd, not caring who he 'accidentally' nudged along the way.
"MARCO!"
The man's eyes landed on the omega, and his visibly relaxed.
"Where the hell have you been?" He stomped closer, "I had to deal with the police getting all worried over you! I told them you'd probably just wandered off and- " he stopped, turning his attention to Miguel, "- who the hell are you?"
"M-Miguel Sir."
"Hmmmmm…." The man narrowed his eyes in suspicion, "… you got any reason to be hanging around this omega boy?"
Miguel knew it must seem suspicious… why would a young Alpha hang out with an omega who wasn't related to him, or even that well known to him? "I-I-I- "
"You're not helping your case here kid."
"I was hoping he could help me!" Miguel finally managed to blurt out, pushing himself to his feet and gesturing at the stage down below, "I was just wondering what that was for?"
The other Alpha didn't even have to look, he just rolled his eyes. "Some new technology these poor schmucks are hoping to test on De la Cruz. Apparently, it'll allow us to see his memories… like we don't have to suffer enough with that stupid festival of his."
Miguel frowned at the obvious dislike the other man had for his musical hero but pushed it to one side anyway. "Do you know where De la Cruz is now?"
"Why would you want- "
"- I think my great, great grandpa's with him! I need to see him."
There was a brief moment of silence, before the other Alpha sighed. "I know someone who might know…. But I gotta tell you kid, there ain't nobody who's especially close to that Alpha. I think you're barking up the wrong tree."
"I know he's with him!" Miguel scowled, "He has to be!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah…" the man turned his back on Miguel, staying still as the omega moved to stand next to him, "… follow me kid. I know someone who might be able to help."
Before Miguel could respond, the man was off, the omega following on behind.
"Hey, wait!" Miguel ran to catch up, "I know he's called Marco, but what's your name."
The man scoffed, glancing at the oblivious omega, "His name probably ain't Marco, it's just nicer to call out a name rather that 'omega' or 'boy'…. And the name's Chicharrón."
"Nice to meet you- "
"- you can call me Sir."
"…. Oh."