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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"I know it's not his name…" Miguel gasped as he tried to keep up with the omega and Chicharrón, "… but why do you call him Marco?"
"Ever played Marco Polo? That's why."
"But… he- "
"- Someday he'll respond with Polo…" Chicharrón sighed wearily, "… I just might not be around to hear it."
May not be around to hear it?
It was a confusing statement…. Miguel had heard his parents say it before, usually in reference to Mama Coco, and he she probably wouldn't be around to meet the new baby.
But they were already in the Land of the Dead, Chicharrón was already dead!
Where else was there to go?
Before Miguel could ask any further questions, they arrived in an alleyway, just underneath a fire escape.
"Bloody woman…. Never leaves it down…. Pain in the ass."
As he muttered to himself, Chicharrón started picking pebbles up off the ground, before turning and throwing them at the window high above.
Miguel could only watch this in confusion, unsure as to how this place was going to help him find his great, great Grandpa.
After around five pebbles, the window finally opened and a beta woman, with reddish hair leaned out, instantly scowling at the sight of Chicharrón.
"Chicharrón!" the woman groaned, "Would it kill you to call ahead?!"
"Would it kill you to keep this fire escape down?" Chicharrón retorted, "How is the kid meant to get up when he moves here Ceci?!"
Miguel was confused for a moment, before he realised that Chicharrón was referring to the omega, not him.
A wave of sadness flickered across Ceci's face, before she nodded and flicked a lever to her left, sending the steel ladder crashing down to the ground with a loud CLANG. Almost instantly, the omega was clambering up, climbing in through the window before Chicharrón's foot could even touch the first step.
"Dammit…" the older Alpha muttered, "… damn kid always rushing off."
As they climbed in through the window, stepping into the room (although Dante didn't so much as step, as fall), Miguel held up his hand to greet Ceci properly… only to stop at the sight that met him.
The omega was practically bent in half, arms wrapped around Ceci and he hugged her warmly…. She looked a little bit uncomfortable with it but patted him on the head anyway and gave him a gentle smile. "Alright, alright…." She muttered, "…. It's nice to see you too."
As soon as the omega pulled away, she turned her attention to Chicharrón and frowned, "I really don't have the time for this tonight!" she exclaimed, still keeping her voice low, "I have over ten dresses to finish before tonight's big event! I can't baby-sit- "
"- It ain't for me Ceci." Chicharrón grumbled, gesturing at Miguel in annoyance, "It's for him."
"Don't tell me you're adopting another one!"
Chicharrón scoffed (and Miguel honestly felt a little bit offended by that), "Nah, he's looking for a relative of his. Says he might be hanging out with De la Cruz."
"Ugh…" Ceci groaned, "… poor man." She then glanced at Miguel, "No offense kid, but your relative has bad taste. There's something about that man that gives me the creeps!"
"Tell me about it!"
As Chicharrón and Ceci chattered to one another, Miguel spotted Dante heading towards the door… and then he realised that the omega was gone.
He couldn't understand the wave of panic that swept over him.
Of course, he'd heard about it happening to others, the urge to protect and keep an eye on strange omegas…. It was what led to about 80% of stalking cases. The last 20% was where the sickos were.
Miguel really didn't want to focus on that though, all he could think of was the potential trouble the omega was walking into.
"Dante, find him." He ordered the dog gently, following him as Dante sniffed his way along the ground, past several workers and artists… and god did he blush at the glimpse of the nude female omega who was posing for a sketch.
He probably wasn't allowed to be in here, but he didn't care about that… he needed to find the omega.
However, whilst he was distracted looking for the older man, there was a sudden commotion as a multi-coloured monkey leapt on top of Dante, prompting a mad chase all over the large space, several items being knocked to the ground in the chaos.
"Dante! Dante!" Miguel yelled, leaping forwards to try and catch the dog, watching as the monkey suddenly leapt onto a nearby table and then onto a woman, who was wearing colours almost as bright as the creature on her shoulder.
When she spun around, Miguel knew instantly who he was talking to.
Frida Kahlo.
"You!" She exclaimed in shock, "How did you get in here?!"
She might have been a beta, but she was an intimidating beta.
"I-I was just following my- "
"-Ooooh!" Frida suddenly interrupted, bending over to examine Dante more closely, "The mighty Xolo dog! Guider of wandering spirits… and whose spirit have you guided to me?"
When she turned her attention on Miguel, he couldn't help but take a small step back… and wince at the sight of Dante trying to lick one of the most famous artists in the world. "I… don't think he's a spirit guide."
"Ah, Ah, Ah…" Frida smirked at him, "… The alebrijes of this world take on many forms. They are as mysterious, as they are powerful."
Miguel watched as the monkey proved all this, changing colour rapidly, before blue flames shot out of its' mouth. It was certainly stunning, but Dante…. Dante was choking on his own foot.
"Or maybe he's just a dog." Frida conceded, before wrapping an arm around Miguel's shoulder and pulling him towards a large, open space of the building, forcing him to sit on a nearby bench, "Come, come! I need your eyes! You are the audience!"
She clapped her hands together and the lights flickered off.
"Darkness…" she lit a match, illuminating all the patterns on her face, "… and then out of the darkness, a giant papaya!"
Yeah… it was definitely a giant papaya.
"Dancers emerge from the papaya, and the dancers are all me!"
Yes, they were… and it was very creepy.
"And they go to drink from their mother, who is a cactus… but who is also me!"
And that was even creepier.
"And the milk is not milk… but tears." Frida turned to Miguel and winced, "Is it too obvious?"
"I… think it's just the right amount of obvious?" Miguel forced out, not wanting to offend the famous artist, "It could do with some music though! What if you add a kind of… dum dum dum dum dum!"
Without taking her eyes off of Miguel, Frida snapped her fingers at the musicians in the corner, prompting them to play it immediately.
"Oh! And then it could go dadala dadala dadala dadala DADALA! With a trombone sound at the end!"
Once again, the musicians replicated the sounds.
"And…" a beaming grin took over Frida's face, "… what if everything was on fire?! Yes! Fire, everywhere!" She gently placed a hand on Miguel's face, encouraging him to look her in the eyes, "Inspired… you have the spirit of a true artist."
As Miguel beamed at the praise, Frida then turned her attention back to the mock stage, "The dancers exit, the music fades, the lights go out and then Ernesto de la Cruz rises to the stage!"
As a shadowed figure started to rise up, Miguel leaned forwards in excitement… only for the lights to come back on, and the figure to be revealed as nothing but a doll made up of random objects.
"Huh?"
"He sings a couple of songs, there's a quick break, and then the crowd watches how life was for him when he was first starting out."
"E-excuse me?" Miguel cautiously piped out, "But where's the real Ernesto de la Cruz?"
Frida rolled her eyes, "Ernesto de la Cruz doesn't do rehearsals, even when he should. If he's not prepared for some of the questions that they're going to ask him, he's putting his career at risk." At Miguel's confused look, she sighed, "Some new invention…. Someone in this world get interviewed and their memories appear on the screen, so that the audience can see what life was like for them. Everyone wants to see how life was for the most famous musician in all of Mexico."
It did sound interesting, Miguel couldn't deny that. "So… where is De la Cruz now?"
Frida sneered, gesturing towards the window. "Hosting one of his big-shot, fancy parties in his condo. A waste of time if you ask me."
As he turned his attention to the window, Miguel's eyes widened in amazement. In the distance, he could see a large building that was lit up like a Christmas tree, strobe lighting and everything. And if he listened very carefully, he could hear music.
And then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a familiar figure, prompting him to turn his attention away from the shining tower.
"Hey!" Miguel beamed, rushing over to the omega, "Don't run off like that! I was worried!" He then sighed wearily, "I guess Chicharrón was wrong… Ernesto de la Cruz isn't here and neither is my great great grandfather."
….
He wanted to soothe the little Alpha…. He looked so worried.
Maybe he was a bad omega… bad omegas don't worry Alphas like that, especially not young ones.
"There you two are!"
Oh! Chicharrón's here! Chicharrón always makes things better.
He watched as the small Alpha strode over to Chicharrón, "You said that Ernesto de la Cruz would be here!" he heard the child growl, "But he's halfway across town throwing a party."
He couldn't help but stare out of the window at the obvious party, as Chicharrón mumbled something about "what bum doesn't even show up to his own rehearsal?" and the small Alpha argued that he needed a blessing.
He would bless the little Alpha if he asked… but he never asked.
As Chicharrón and the little Alpha continued to argue, he started to hum a familiar song under his breath.
'Remember me… though I have to say goodbye…. Remember me'