Leo-32

Guang-Hong-24

Decided to put in their actual ages…yeah, I know.

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Officer de la Iglesia—or rather Leo here—had never been a fan of video games; once he laid hands on Guang-Hong's video game console controller, though, it felt like pure bliss. The alpha officer's days had become much lighter and sweeter since the latter redirected him from trying to catch Black Aria. Lord knew the poor alpha needed it—otherwise, Leo would've driven himself to madness if he went any further.

Leo lifted his hands up, a large smile on his face as he laughed. Guang-Hong was in the kitchen, holding onto a tray of fruit when he asked him, "You beat the boss?"

"Yeah," Leo had a toothy grin on his face, as Guang-Hong sat right by him.

"I could never beat that villainess, knowing how sultry she looked," the omega told him, just shuddering at that thought.

Leo plucked a caramel coated-slice of an apple, waving at him, "Eh, they're just like those hookers on the street who try to distract you from storming into the drug factory. Only a bunch of mannequins."

Guang-Hong was chewing on his fruit slice, sending a very distasteful look at him. "Hey, those hookers still have a set of breathing lungs and organs."

Hookers—Leo repeated that word in his head. He had a brow raised at Guang-Hong; he had been hooked by him since the day the chief assigned him as his partner. No, not because he was an omega, oh no; omegas were known more other than their scents or plump faces and small delicate hands. Much more.

"You know, you've been in my interest list since day one," Leo admitted, gesturing to him with just a finger.

Guang-Hong pursed his lips up, pointing to himself. "Really? You serious?"

"Yeah," said the alpha officer, going back to the menu screen. He set the controller on the coffee table and adjusted his legs on top of the couch his feet just close to Guang-Hong's hips. "When I saw your face right by the chief's, some thoughts rushed into my mind. You looked like you knew what you could do and when you were doing it and that you were quite a curious cat."

And frankly, he wasn't too far from the truth. He was just right. The omega officer giggled under his fingernails, flapping that very hand at him.

"I did pay a lot of attention in my classes…" he fluttered his eyelashes at him. "Um, do you what I think about you...Leo?" They had agreed to call each other by their first names—since they would be spending some time together—as regular people.

Leo had looked right at him with a very curious look on his face. He leaned his face close to his omega partner, "Mm-hm?"

"You seemed like a troubled soul when I first saw you." He chanted to him. "No, not because you were some bad number in school, no, there's a different story to that."

That was the very beauty of Alphas and Omegas. Some were able to read others with pure ease and even though it took time for others to understand others, it was just fine. It helped certain couples get along better together and make better decisions too.

"I take it you were sort of alienated while in school? In elementary and high?" the omega officer inquired.

"Yes. You have that right," Leo rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Both were made up of those damn betas…" Students and teachers alike stared at him with strange eyes. Whenever names were being called in class, the teacher called out Leo's name quietly mostly out of indifference for him. Since he was one of the very few alphas in school, everyone thought he could just blow up with rage because of it. If someone were to provoke an alpha child, they would be torn up like paper within seconds.

Leo felt hollow during those times.

Guang-Hong came and rubbed his thumb on his cheek. He knew how he felt. Since he was so fond of books and new experiences—betas teased him. Omegas are dumb. Omegas are nothing but crybabies.

It was a nightmare when he went into his heats. The girls—either betas or omegas—were supportive, but when it came to the boys… did Guang-Hong even dare to spin his tale?

Something crystal clear and liquid-like cascaded down his forehead. What the—as Guang-Hong rubbed his brow. His lids were growing thick like rising bread by the second.

"Guang-Hong…!" Leo called out for his companion.

"Oh my…!" the omega officer fretted, gasping. It was time. "Leo…" he held his hand out for him. "I—care to aid an omega…?"

Leo had a straight line on his mouth. He nodded. "Sure," and then stood up and carried Guang-Hong bridal style to his room.

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Viktor turned both ways at the atmosphere before him, as the sun had finally set now. Several men and women alike strode past through, as Viktor picked up his pace and went straight to the arena that was before him. The young man bore a smile on his face, staring up at the ceiling as he twirled around.

Yes—he nodded to himself—this would do very much. This was what that very client wanted out of Black Aria. If anything, Viktor hoped that client would watch this online if the tournament would be aired there. The young man's lips pursed up, running to the large desk where several people stood in line for. All were dressed differently and oddly with strange outfits unlike his mere blue tank-top, jeans, and newly purchased boots. He stood at the back of the line when he figured it was the line where all of the fighters came to check in for the fight.

Just many feet away from him, a tall figure stood within the shadows.

Nikhil's lip went up to the left, eyeing his own, only child with a glimmer of malice in his eyes. He would come and check in right after his son. There was no reason for him to have an early fight with him before the actual one started.

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Viktor didn't care for the very person in charge of the actual tournament or for the damn speech he would give. He just wanted to get out on the ring now despite the five matches he had to wait out until it was his time. No, not his time—his and his opponent's time. Viktor had a quick preview of who his partner was. Haruhito Katsuki. He had beta written all over him, with black, blonde, and green gelled-faux hawk and a torn up white coat. Double dying your hair? Viktor shook his head with his lip up at that. Tacky.

The speech and three matches came and went. There would be ten matches tonight, and whoever won each one would be able to fight tomorrow night, with five one on one matches and the last night, a second to the last one on one fight and a three-way battle; the last two would be determined there too. Viktor was just as excited as a horse as each one ended, taking good looks at both fighters from each side. When clapped his hands together when he saw the young lady wearing a red and white bikini top and black pants win, someone came up to him. He was about in his mid-40s, with large, hairy muscles and a pair of white and red pants.

"Eh, relajate, hijo." The man said to him, putting his hand on his shoulder. Viktor tensed, rapidly brushing the large man's hand away from his body.

"You do not have any right in touching my body," it was just like what happened with that man in the airport. This man could either be an undercover cop or a rival. Though much like the man, Viktor couldn't tell if this guy was either a beta or an alpha. Viktor went for the latter, as the man held onto his hips.

"How else can we keep you from tearing the box seat down?" he told him. He took a good look at Viktor, and his eyes looked almost… morose.

"What are you looking at?" the younger man asked the much larger fighter, flapping his bang up.

"You look awfully young to be out here on your own, are you not with your parents here?" the man asked.

"Am I not held within my parents' boundaries," Viktor answered. "I follow my own path—nothing else," he turned the other way, most likely to the bathroom so he could get some privacy. Yet the strange-combatant man grabbed his right wrist, making Viktor's eyes pop out just comically. He turned back to the man silently, with a 'fuck are you doing?' look on his face.

Just in the shadows of the box room, Nikhil's shadow tensed, his hand going into his jacket.

"Hey, why do you have to be like that?" the man asked him as if he were some concerned parent or older sibling. Nikhil relaxed, slowly taking his hand away from his concealed gun. "Always have to be so strict towards other people, why?" the man tilted his nose up.

The man was right on point. What reason exactly?

Viktor nasally exhaled. "Due to my family history—many of my family members were just cold or reckless."

The man let him go. He nodded, "Though it wouldn't hurt you to talk to at least one person here, name's Pedro, by the way." He held his hand out for him to shake. "Yours?"

Viktor didn't know if he could, he had not given his name to anyone in a long while, other than to classmates or neighbors. "Viktor…" he answered, though he had a cringey look on his face.

"Alright, Viktor, I'll see you fight soon, alright?" Pedro gave a smile.

"Of course…" he nervously chuckled. "Bye…" he said, making his way to the bathroom.

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He waited until it was his and his opponent's time to go out. He didn't have enough clue as to who won each match, but he was sure that he would see the other victors soon enough. He had performed several moves and punches after he went and did his business, careful to not hurt anyone that walked in. When it was finally time for the sixth match, he took several deep breaths, jumping just at least a few times, giving the air just a few last punches.

He was standing face to face to Haruhito, the young man maybe two years older than him swiping two hands on his faux-hawk. As if it'll droop while he's fighting. When the official called out, 'Fight!', Haruhito swung his fist first, only for Viktor to grab his wrist and flow down to the mat, his right leg colliding with his. While sitting on the ground, with a strained look on his face, he grabbed both of Haruhito's arms and planted his boot on his back, grunting. Haruhito was groaning loudly, his ribs coming towards each other like a squished up sponge, as Viktor rolled his body to his stomach, as the latter had a smile on his face.

The spirit of Black Aria was radiating through his body, as he could hear the crowd cheer in wild madness for him. Even the host of the competition, a man with a flat plate of hair on his head and a mustache, smiled at him.

All of the remaining competitors, even Pedro, were looking at Viktor with massive interest. The young lady with the red and white bikini top had her hands on her knees, stating, "Wow, I've never seen a character like him before."

Pedro rubbed his chin. She had a point, nodding to her.

That was when Haruhito forcefully rolled himself away, sending his boot to Viktor's chest.

"Ah!" the young man cried out, his silver hair spilling onto the mat. Haruhito sent his fists to his face, but Viktor averted himself out of the way. He slipped his legs away from under his body, sending five flutter kicks to his shoulders and face. Haruhito cried out at every jab, attempting to block himself with his arms, trying to figure out a way to defeat the strange silver-haired person before him. Just when he could stomp on Viktor's right knee, the latter spun himself around on one foot, his leg going for his face. Haruhito cried out, saliva manifesting from his mouth as if he were vomiting.

Nikhil raised a brow, seeing his child bring his opponent down as if he were a building. It reminded him of when he saw him as Black Aria combatting a small army of armed guards all on his own. Black Aria had only a few projectiles in hand and was able to cause more calamities than Bonnie and Clyde in one day.

The crowd cheered even wilder—a young man in a pair of shades pulled off his shirt as a way supporting Viktor; a man wearing a cowboy hat held his beer up, calling out for the boy; a rotund woman slammed her hands onto the betting counter, placing her bets on the silver-haired lad.

Viktor averted his eyes at them, wiping some of the sweat of his brow, shaking his silver hair around. He let out a mere chuckle through his teeth, waving at the spectators before him. Haruhito on the other hand though, had his hand on the mat, staring at his hand as it just two to three drops of blood on it. He could tell that some people weren't into him-all because he couldn't handle the thin and nimble young man before him. He heard some booing sounds, a man donning a Freddy Mercury-like mustache pointed his thumb downwards at him; another had his hands cupped around his mouth, telling him to get off the mat now; a woman with wavy hair, white crop, and short, black skirt shouting profanities at him.

It was apparent that Haruhito was losing, but he wouldn't go down just yet. Viktor spun around just once, his hair flowing making him seem like a majestic fountain. Once he stood still, he pressed three fingers to his mouth, sending a kiss and a then a wink to the audience. There were several high-pitched cries as a response, a cluster of young women fawning over him. Who would've known, someone who could enlist so much damage onto else could also be so gentleman-like at the same time?

Haruhito cartwheeled his way to Viktor as he was distracted by his now new fans. Viktor's blue gems were still as ice, them becoming dark blue. Haruhito was coming his way and quickly. Haruhito was behind him yes, though not for long. Just as his red converse shoes were right by Viktor, he grabbed his ankles and spun around, once, twice, and thrice, his opponent screaming all the way. Viktor let him go, his leg right in the air, frown ever-present on his face. Haruhito flew like a discus, him almost hitting the barrier between the mat and the audience, groaning at the top of his lungs.

Viktor was panting, his hand on his heart as he saw his now-defeated opponent before him. The crowd that had cheered for his victory was downplayed, as the host came over to Viktor, with a mic in his hand.

With a smile, he told the audience something in Spanish that Viktor rubbed his head while, and then he felt a hand on him.

"Ladies and Gentleman, our sixth victor, Viktor Nikiforov!" he lifted the young man's arm with ease as Viktor had allowed. He won after all; how else to could he advance farther within the tournament?

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Viktor traveled all the way to the bathroom, wanting to wash his face after such battle he had endured. Damn, he had never felt so satisfied in his entire life. He felt a rush when fighting rivals in warehouses, but it was nothing to this. He hoped he could feel like this tomorrow, either advancing in the fight or leaving with his head held up high. He splashed the water into his face, shaking his hair as he let his hair band loose. Once he reached the hotel again, he would shower—not wanting to just jump into the bed and smelling even worse nights ago. He combed his fingers through his hair, but once he looked at his temple to find a pimple there, his blood went cold for just—one—second.

There were the fighters' introductions first in Spanish and then in English… Pedro, the man Viktor met back in the competitor's box seat, against…

"Nikhil Nikiforov!"

The host's voice radiated through the hallways and the like, causing Viktor to throw his hands up and slamming them onto the sink.

Pedro's brows were at his nose-bridge, his face just riddled with massive confusion. Viktor Nikiforov and Nikhil Nikiforov? Were these two men related? Viktor did come alone right? Did he lie? And why did he?

Nikhil smirked. "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you…" It was like he could hear Pedro's thoughts as he was just before him. He delivered the first hit, his bare, aged, knuckles colliding against his face.

Viktor ran out of the arena as quick as his legs could, as he wanted nothing to do with that psychopath. He didn't care about the arena officials that were calling for him to return. They would understand if they knew anything about him and his father. As if they even believed him. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, and fuck. How did Nikhil find him? How did he manage to have some sort of locator on him? And without his knowledge and consent? What did he want? Only God knew what would happen if Nikhil and his son met again.

Viktor brushed through cars and pedestrians, his hair swishing in the dark. All he wanted was just a vacation to himself. A vacation from being that vigilante Black Aria. Once he would make it to the hotel, he figured, he would pack up everything that he had as quick as he could, and while the fights were still happening, he would find the best flight back home quickly too. Viktor found himself in the middle of the street, trying to find his route back to the hotel.

Viktor paused for one second, stopping by a telephone, brushing one hair of the way. As some old Spanish music played behind him, three figures erupted from the pharmacy behind him. It was a man, a woman, and a boy just younger than him. The Fowler Family. As Mr. Fowler and his wife were talking about the latter bought, their son gasped, telling his parents as he pointed right at Viktor.

Remembering what he rudely told him, Mr. Fowler tightened his fist, his eyes narrowing. Never had he ever met anyone as rude as him. Mr. Fowler matched over to Viktor, wanting to give him a lot more than a piece of his mind. His son was going to find someone to take care of him. What if he and his wife went away somehow? What if his son was at University and went into heat while in class? Who was going to make sure he made it back to his dorm as soon as possible?

"Hey you," he called out to Viktor, but the young man's hair loomed up like a scorpion's tail. His eyes grew into a sky-blue color.

"How dare you reject a kind offer!" Mr. Fowler boomed right at him. Viktor's ribs were coming in and out, as his gripped his fist. He remembered about what the man spat about betas. That they were the grimiest ones of the humanity spectrum. Without even giving a major fuck about the man would say next, he grabbed Mr. Fowler's neck as if he were going to drop an expensive vase.

Viktor's eyes were very close to his, a small gap in between their noses. His thumbs pressed right into his Adam's Apple while Mr. Fowler's eyes went up to his lids. His own rage was going down by the second, as little choking sounds erupted from his lips. Mrs. Folwer and their son David were standing right behind, the former cupping her mouth as she tried to keep her son away.

"My mother was a beta… motherfucker." Viktor hissed at him, red fire burning in his cool blue eyes.

"You put my husband down, immediately!" Mrs. Fowler called out to him. Though Viktor wouldn't heed them, throwing Mr. Fowler down.

Mrs. Fowler, with her face appearing just as morbid as a ghost, pulled out a pager and pressed a red button.

A siren blared quicker than a cheetah.

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