He took an scorching hot shower early in the morning, finally having the apartment to himself and desperate to clean himself of the memories of the night before.

"My mate died tonight...did you kill him?"

Saruhiko's voice didn't waver as he spoke, and it caught Munakata's attention, despite his sudden wave of grief. He could see the Bonding Bite's white scar beginning to fade back into pale skin, proof that Saruhiko's mate was truly dead. An Omega mates for life unless the Alpha dies or the pair preforms Severance. When an Alpha dies, it's mate usually loses it's mind with grief. However the same could be said for the Alpha – he could still remember the dead look in Suoh's eyes. Even though his mind was reeling, and his heart felt like it would burst, he thought about the other's words. The first and only person he had ever killed was Suoh Mikoto, could it be that he was Fushimi's Alpha?

Technically, yes, since an Alpha could have more than one, but still Munakata had a hard time believing that Suoh would have marked anyone other than Totsuka.

Saruhiko spoke again. "I felt it...", he said, dropping his arm to his side, his fingers lightly curling into fists, "I felt it when he died..." Reishi wasn't surprised to see tears spilling down the younger male's face, but he was surprised to see the smile the other was wearing. Saruhiko lifted his head, a real smile that was all too rare on his face, tears slipping down alabaster skin.

"I'm was so damn happy that I almost started crying there on the road...It happened before Mikoto-san died, when he made that huge red blast...I was so fucking happy, Captain... so, so happy..."

Munakata was helpless as Saruhiko broke down in front of him, running towards him to bury his face in his elder's shirt, trembling violently as he sobbed. Inside his head the gears were turning couldn't be the Silver King because he hadn't come down from his blimp in more than half a century... The Colorless King? There was only one good reason why Saruhiko would be happy that his mate had died, and that reason struck Reisi like a ton of bricks.

He wrapped his arms around the boy and gently led him to the couch, forcing himself to ignore the delicious smell of the other's skin. He sat down and let Saruhiko stay in his lap, legs straddling him as he continued to cry heavily into his now wet shirt. He didn't care though, and just stroked the raven's hair as he made wordless noises to soothe him. Saruhiko didn't need to elaborate, he was an expert in solving puzzles, and a part of him wished he'd never known.

Rape was truly such a horrible thing.

He took the week off of work, knowing that no one would object. They all knew to give him space, to let him get over the Red King's death. He was thankful for their consideration, because he needed to mourn Suoh, but also because he had a new problem at hand. Saruhiko had not left his apartment yet, he saw when he stepped out of the bathroom fully dressed in a crisp blue yukata.

He had given his subordinate his bed to sleep in and took the couch himself, after Saruhiko cried himself to sleep in his arms. He padded over to the queen sized bed, and wished he could appreciate how innocent Saruhiko looked when he was asleep. His glasses were on the bedside table, his lashes so long, his lips slightly parted. He looked his age for once. But looking at him somehow felt wrong, knowing the truth. Reisi left the room quickly to make breakfast for them.

While made them both omelets with red peppers, he mulled over what he had learned. So Saruhiko had an Alpha, the Colorless King, whoever that may be, and that obviously resulted from rape. It was rare, but it happened, that an Omega was caught during his or her heat and because they were almost irresistible, it always resulted in copulation. Omegas were always 100% fertile during their heats, so children always came from it.

The Alphas used to always take custody of the kids, because they could, leaving the Omegas with nothing. Recent laws helped with the latter, but Bonding Bites were very rare in rape. To create a Bonding Bite it had to be during an Omega's heat, and the Alpha was usually too lost in pleasure and had an slight notion that what they were doing was wrong so they refrained from biting.

But sometimes the Alpha meant to rape the Omega, and bit them for whatever fucked up reason they had. It was rare, but it happened. So where were Saruhiko's pups? Had the Colorless King taken them, or did Saruhiko have a miscarriage? He hoped it was the former. Omegas never had abortions willingly, it was against their nature, and the same went for putting the pups up for adoption. Miscarriages were just as bad as abortions, because the Omega could feel their pups die inside of them, and spiraled into depression and would never be the same person afterwards. Compared to that, forcibly separating mother and child seemed almost kind.

"Captain, what are you making?"

And now to face the biggest problem of all.

Reisi steeled his nerves and turned around to greet the other smiling. Fushimi really was adorable, standing in the doorway to his bedroom with his white flannel shirt hanging off one shoulder, exposing the scar that remained of the lost Homra insignia, and his boxers. He had helped the other out of his jacket before he put him to bed, but he must have wriggled out of his pants on his own in his sleep.

Fushimi fixed his glasses with a hand, frowning at his expression, "What's wrong?"

He couldn't blame the other for not noticing immediately, but by now it should have been obvious.

"Ah, Fushimi-kun..." he tried to find the right words, all the while his hands tightly gripped the counter behind him.

"You are going into heat, Fushimi-kun..."

He watched sadly as the boy's eyes widened in horror, blood draining from his face, and it didn't surprise him when the other turned tail and fled back into the bedroom and locked the door immediately. He sighed and called loudly, not trusting himself to go closer to the sweet smelling doorway, "I'll call Awashima to bring over some suppressants so you can stop it early, okay?" There was a long pause, in which Reisi mulled over the various ways he could disinfect his bedroom from the horribly arousing smell. He'd picked a yukata for a reason.

"...I haven't gone into heat in so long I'd forgotten what it felt like...I'm sorry Captain for being such a bother...and I was already on suppressants..." came the muffled response, so softly he had to strain his ears to hear it. He shushed the boy gently, "It's alright Fushimi-kun, you are not bother at all, and it's normal for medications to be rendered obsolete when one's mate dies, because their biological functions are reset." He didn't want to think how long it had been since the boy's last heat, since he started suppressants after his attack.

Not even thirty years ago it was still customary that after an Omega's first heat in their thirteenth year, they were sold to the highest paying suitor, now it was labeled pedophilia. Had Saruhiko been taken on his first heat? Had he really been broken at such a young age? Reisi shuddered to think about it. Reisi scooped the two omelets onto separate plates and put a cover on Saruhiko's for later. Saruhiko's voice was high pitched with sudden terror,

"...All medications?"

Reisi didn't like the foreboding feeling he suddenly felt, "What's wrong? Do you need me to tell her to get you something else as well?"

There were small gasping noises, and it took him longer than it should have to realize the younger male was hyperventilating. He dropped the plates on the counter and hurried over to the closed door, forcing himself to once again block the others scent from his clouding his mind.

"Saruhiko?" he asked worriedly, placing an ear to the door, "Saruhiko you need to calm down and tell me what's wrong!"

The noises of rapid breathing didn't cease, but the lock clicked. Reisi wasted no time in racing over to the cabinet over the kitchen sink to fetch the patches he kept in case of emergencies. He should have put one on earlier, when he smelled the scent of an Omega in proestrus on Fushimi when he put him to bed. He slapped on one of the beige colored patches on his upper arm and then slowed himself as he opened his bedroom.

The scent was not as overpowering as it would be when he reached estrus, but the patch was slowly taking effect and the mouth watering smell was slightly lessening from his senses. He found Fushimi curled up in his sheets in the fetal position. His chest heaved in rapid succession as he tried and failed to calm himself down, tears spilling down his face again, but this time not from relief.

He let out a small whimper when Reisi came to sit at the foot of the bed, scooting away from Reisi like he had the plague, and he tried to hid his face in the pillows as he struggled to breath better. The patch dulled the scent of the others preheat, but not of his fear.

It broke his heart to see the boy in such a frighten state, "Fushimi-kun, I won't hurt you..." he tried to coo, reaching to tentatively rub the younger's bare ankle from where it stuck out from the protection of the white sheets.

He jerked back his foot under the safe covers and let out a high pitch whine, and Reisi internally berated himself for going too far. He didn't want to seem like he was a threat, like he was trying to rape the poor boy, and he hated the whole situation immediately. But Saruhiko was not hyperventilating anymore, just crying, and somehow it was a worse sight to see.

"Saruhiko, I texted Awashima earlier this morning and she'll be by any minute with suppressants for you, but if there's another medication she needs to go out and get, you should tell me. I didn't tell her anything other than that you were staying the night, went into heat and needed your medication, and she won't mind getting you anything else you might need." He would leave himself, but he refused to leave Saruhiko alone.

He wouldn't be in danger of losing himself as long as he wore the patch so he lifted his sleeve to show Saruhiko he would do no harm. When the younger saw the patch he stopped shaking, but he didn't stop crying.

"Please don't hate me," came the small whimper, "Don't hate me if I tell you...please..."

Reisi nodded, giving him a small smile, "I promise I could never hate you for anything, what do you need her to get for you?" Saruhiko sniffed, lifting his hands to his face to clear away the tears, and Reisi was happy to see the mark was completely gone.

"M-My medication is in my dorm, u-under my bed with things like my suppressants and aspirin..." He peaked out from between his fingers, and let out a whimper when he realized that that wouldn't be a specific enough answer for the Lieutenant.

"I-It's my Schizophrenia medication..."