-Chapter Three-

Catch Me If You Can

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I do NOT own My Hero Academia (Boku no Hero Academia) or any of its character!

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Italic: Inside thoughts.

Bold: Yelling/Loud noises.

~Katsuki's POV~

Why the hell has pork gotten so fucking expensive?! He mentally screamed to himself.

He put the pork back with a sigh, picking up some chicken instead and placing it into the basket he was carrying, where the other items he had previously picked out were resting.

His hand suddenly froze, hovering over a pack of steak. He could smell fear and terror in the air. Deku's fear and terror. His mind started to race as he quickly made his way to the other side of the store, where he had left his green-haired mate.

What he saw made his vision go red, his body consumed with anger and rage. Without him knowing it, anger and protective pheromones were pouring out of him, overpowering all the other smells in the air.

Deku, his Omega, was being held at needlepoint by a guy in a purple hoodie and black ripped jeans. How dare they lay their disgusting hands on Izuku, his Izuku, without his permission.

A few Alpha's that had smelt the overpowering smell of terror had tried to interject, only to freeze in fear that they might make the situation worse. No one knew what was in that syringe being held to Izuku's neck, and nobody wanted to find out.

Katsuki dropped his basket, its contents rolling onto the floor. He caught a glimpse of Izuku's face. The usually shining green eyes had a glassy, drained look to them. His freckled face lacked any and all emotion. Just what has this fucker done to him?! Why the hell is shitty Deku not DOING anything?! He thought.

The man in the purple hoodie had managed to drag the seemingly lifeless Omega to a motorcycle outside. Katsuki ran out after them, just as they were taking off. He growled, sparks starting to form in his hands.

"Get back here fucker! Return what's MINE!" He used his explosions to rocket after the man, cursing some more at the motorcycle as it got further away from the blond.

The explosions coming from his hands became much larger, giving him a few bigger boosts. A few more and I can reach him. I know I can! He changed inside his head. True to his thoughts, he was able to catch up.

The blond smiled as he saw a red light coming up. He'll have to stop, or else it will draw too much attention. As he told himself this, the motorcycle made a quick U-turn, throwing Katsuki off course. He turned around, ready to start chasing them again, only to see no signs of them ever being there.

The blond ripped his phone out of his pocket, dialling a number. The phone rang a few time before a certain redhead picked up.

"Heya Bakubro! What's up?"

The Alpha had started to shake, his breathing becoming laboured. He tried to answer, but all that came out of his mouth was a wheeze.

The voice on the other end started to sound concerned. "Katsuki, what's wrong? Are you ok? What happened? Is Izuku there?".

He tried to speak again, his words coming out of his mouth with a sob. "He took him. Eijiro he TOOK him!" tears started to well up in the corners of his eyes.

"Katsuki I need to know where you are right now. Are you still at the store?".

"N-no. I'm… I'm near the Burger Queen".

"Alright, I'm on my way. Stay there, we will get him back. I promise Katsuki, everything's gonna be alright. Just stay on the phone with me for now, alright?".

All the blond could do was whisper a yes. He looked around once more for any sign of his Omega. His Izuku.

Please be ok you shitty nerd.

A few moments before the phone call.

~Eijiro's POV~

Shoto sat next to him on the same kind of chair getting his hair trimmed, while the redhead was waiting for the dye to set into his hair.

They were both facing the window, calm expressions on their faces. A black motorcycle with two figures on it zipped by on the streets, going way over the speed limit.

Shoto grunted. "Drivers, these days are really becoming reckless, aren't they Eijiro?"

The redhead nodded, suddenly feeling stressed and uncomfortable. The same emotions were going through the duel-haired man, which was quite unexpected.

The feeling only got worse when Kirishima's phone started to ring.

~No POV~

The green-haired man sat strapped into I metal chair. Ropes the colour of silver bound his legs and arms.

A small tube ran through the largest vein in his wrist, a black fluid being pumped through it.

The chair on which he sat was bolted to the floor. The room was dark and smelled of dried blood. A small table sat beside the unconscious man, a display of metal tools scattered across the surface.

The moonlight cascading down from the window above made the tools and gadgets glimmer.

In the corner of the room sat a man in a purple hoodie, a sadistic grin hidden in the shadows that his hood created.

"It's almost time to get started, little lamb. The fun has only just begun!" the man started to laugh hysterically, the sound echoing off the walls and ringing around the room.

Across the city, in a two-story house, lay a man with black hair and a tired look on his face. His eyes watched both of his partners sleeping forms with contentment. A feeling of uneasiness suddenly overtook him, causing him to shift in the bed.

The man to the left of him sat up slightly, a tired but concerned look in his blue eyes.

"Shouta, is something wrong?"

The man to the right tightened his grip on the black-haired man, a soft sigh puffing from his lips.

The man in the middle whispered to his companion. "Nothing, just go back to sleep. I'm alright, really".

The blue-eyed blond shrugged and lay back down, wrapping his arms around his partner. "Good night Shouta".

"Good night Yagi".

To be continued...

Hiya! This is just mainly a filler/check-up chapter, so I didn't make it too long, sorry! You might want to prepare yourselves for the next chapter.

Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Please give feedback, it's very much wanted. Sorry if there are any spelling errors!

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