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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      終わりのセラフ_|_Owari_no_Seraph_|_Seraph_of_the_End
  Relationship:
      Hyakuya_Mikaela/Hyakuya_Yuuichirou, Hiiragi_Mahiru/Hiiragi_Shinya, Ferid
      Bathory/Hyakuya_Mikaela, Hyakuya_Mikaela/Krul_Tepes, Hiiragi_Shinya/
      Ichinose_Guren, more_relationships_to_be_added_-_Relationship
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      Hyakuya_Mikaela, Hyakuya_Yuuichirou, Hiiragi_Mahiru, Hiiragi_Shinya,
      Ferid_Bathory, Hyakuya_Mikaela's_Mother, Hyakuya_Mikaela's_Father,
      Hyakuya_Yuuichirou's_Mother, Hyakuya_Yuuichirou's_Father, Ichinose_Guren,
      More_characters_to_be_added_-_Character
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      Child_Abuse, Child_Neglect, Physical_Abuse, Verbal_Abuse, End_game_is
      YuuMika, I'm_actually_not_certain_if_I'm_going_to_have_rape/non-con, If_I
      do_I'll_add_it_to_the_warning_tags, It's_pretty_dark, Alpha/Beta/Omega
      Dynamics, Mika_is_an_omega, Yuu_is_a_beta, So_they_have_some_tough_times,
      Slow_Burn, Mika_and_Yuu_don't_trust_anyone, Heart-broken_Mika, Krul_and
      Mika_are_mentioned_rather_than_being_an_actual_couple, Mika_and_Shinya
      are_brothers, Alpha!Guren, Alpha!Shinya, Omega!Mahiru, Alpha!Ferid, Smut,
      forced_relationships_-_Freeform, Attempted_Murder, attempted_suicide,
      yuumika, Bottom_Mika, Top_Yuu, Dubious_Consent, Protective_older_brother
      Shinya, Seriously_Shinya_is_probably_the_nicest_character_in_this_fic,
      Alpha/Omega, Beta/Omega, Alpha/Alpha
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      Published: 2016-12-21 Updated: 2017-11-15 Chapters: 5/? Words: 14659
****** Say That You Need Me ******
by ParzivalHallows
Summary
     Yuu is a beta who’s abused by his human parents. Mika is an omega
     who’s forced under the cruel hand of an arranged alpha mate. The two
     might make the perfect pair - if only they weren’t so damaged. Not to
     mention, how could a beta possibly make an ideal mate for an omega?
Notes
     Trigger Warnings for this chapter:
     Implied Child Neglect
     Referenced Child Abuse
***** Gem *****
They both came from very different households.
 
Mikaela Shindou was raised in royalty. His entire family was extremely old-
fashioned, and though one might assume he was well off, he couldn’t consider
his parents to be proper parents. They rarely paid attention to him or his
older brother, brushing them off as though they were hindrances.
 
Yuuichirou Amane was different, he was born into poverty and his parents paid
too much attention to him – although not the good kind of attention. They’d
curse his name and beat him every chance they could get, damaging the child
mentally with their cruel words.
 
Neither of the two knew why their parents acted this way towards them, although
both of them were too used to it to really care anymore. For them, it had
always been this way. For them, everything bad happened not for a reason, but
because it would happen anyway.
 
===============================================================================
 
“Mikaela, stop eating so quickly.”
 
The blonde boy looked up from his plate to see who had spoken – ah yes, his
father. The only time his parents really spoke to him was if they wanted to
scold him or try to teach him how to be proper. “I’m sorry father, I’m just
very hungry,” the fifteen year old replied.
 
“Being hungry is no excuse for such poor table manners,” his father said, his
lips pursed. “Your brother isn’t acting like a peasant while eating his meals.”
 
Mikaela glanced over at his brother, Shinya, who gave an uncomfortable grimace
at Mikaela. Shinya was the only person in this household that Mikaela held an
ounce of respect for. His older brother was kind, caring and helpful, so unlike
the others of their family. Mikaela might have been jealous at the words, if he
hadn’t known that his parents cared about Shinya about as much as they cared
about Mikaela – not at all.
 
“Shinya, darling,” his mother cut in, “are you excited about Mahiru?”
 
Shinya averted his gaze and Mikaela had to hide a scowl. Mahiru. He had nothing
against the girl; it wasn’t her fault that his family was marrying Shinya off
to the lavender-haired woman, but at the same time he couldn’t help but to
abhor negative feelings towards the girl who was taking his older brother away.
 
Shinya was, surprisingly, an alpha. Mahiru Hiiragi was also surprisingly an
omega. Mikaela might have been less surprised if the demanding Mahiru was an
alpha while Shinya was an omega, but apparently fate – or the Shindo and
Hiiragi’s arranged mating – thought differently.
 
“She’s a lovely woman,” Shinya started, although he was cut off by his father’s
loud voice. “Mikaela I told you to stop eating like that!”
 
Mikaela flinched. His parents rarely laid a hand on him and his brother, but
he’d rather not test his father’s temper as he forced himself to eat more
slowly.
 
Something was different. Mikaela didn’t even like meat loaf, and yet he was
downing it like it was the best and last thing he’d ever taste. His mother’s
gaze caught on to his and she leaned in to whisper something in her father’s
ear, who grunted and waved a hand at Mikaela. “Fine, carry on eating like you
were.”
 
Both Shinya and Mikaela were shocked at this, and then realization dawned on
Shinya’s face, although Mikaela was still confused. Why was everyone giving him
that look?
 
Whatever, he was starving and not about to question it. He began to eat like a
wild animal again, a little more ravenously then last time just to see how his
father would react, but stunningly the stern male was silent.
 
I’m still hungry,Mikaela thought, staring at his now-empty plate not two
minutes later. He knew better then to ask for seconds though.
 
“Mikaela?”
 
Mikaela glanced up at his mother, who gave him a smile, although it wasn’t the
fake smiles she usually aimed at her sons. “Would you like more?”
 
“… Um…” Mikaela glanced at Shinya, who was also looking at him curiously and
with a bit of pity as well. What’s going on? “…Yes.”
 
He was prepared for a ‘well too bad’, but to his surprise his mother just
called in a servant, telling him to cook Mikaela seconds. Mikaela watched as
the man left, hoping that it wouldn’t take too long to cook.
 
“Continue,” his mother said to Shinya, as though the previous scene had never
happened. Shinya appeared surprised for a moment before cooling over his
features, much like Mikaela did when he wanted to hide his true emotions.
 
“Mahiru is lovely, and will make a fine mate, you chose well,” Shinya said,
sounding a bit more like he was reciting something rather then actually feeling
it. Mikaela almost snorted. The blonde was well aware that his brother had
feelings for someone else, the only problem was that ‘someone else’ was also an
alpha, and his parents would never allow him to be with another alpha, no
matter if the person was an Ichinose or not.
 
Mikaela thought about the girl that he was in love with. He knew his parents
would never approve of her, therefore he hadn’t told them about her. He’d told
Shinya, but only the basics. He didn’t believe that Shinya would tell their
parents, not out of blackmail about having feelings for another alpha, but
because Shinya was a kind soul. Too kind to be a Shindou.
 
As it was, things didn’t work out between Mikaela and the girl he was in love
with. Krul Tepes. He almost sighed at the name, but forced himself to think of
other things. Namely the meat loaf that was being brought out to him on a
platter. He dug in as soon as the platter hit the table, and he couldn’t even
muster up the ability to be surprised at his family’s lack of response. He was
too hungry for that.
 
By the end of that plate, which had been larger then the previous plate, he
felt himself beginning to get full. He noticed that his brother had already
left and not wanting to be alone with his parents, he excused himself from the
table as well. He had been about to go to his room when Shinya stopped him in
his tracks.
 
“Congrats baby bro,” the silver-haired male said, and Mikaela gave him a
confused look. “On what? And I’m not a baby…” Mikaela murmured.
 
Shinya smiled slightly at the stubborn attitude. “You’re presenting.”
 
“Presenting?” Mikaela frowned slightly. “Oh…”
 
Shinya didn’t seem surprised at how not-thrilled Mikaela sounded. To most
Dynamics, presenting was the best thing in the world. However, when it came to
the Shindou’s and a few select other families (mostly royalty), all it meant
was that they were at an appropriate age to be forced to have a mate and/or
marry them.
 
The Hiiragi’s were extremely old-tradition, almost more so then the Shindou’s,
therefore Shinya was to not only take Mahiru as a mate but also marry her.
Mikaela’s fate wasn’t set yet though, so none of them knew what was going to
happen with him. Would he just be mated, or married off?
 
“What am I…?” Mikaela murmured, and Shinya looked at his younger brother
thoughtfully. “Judging by how much you ate today, I’d say an omega. Betas don’t
present and if you were an alpha I wouldn’t be surprised if half the manor was
torn apart.”
 
Shinya grimaced slightly, remembering when he presented. Screaming, yelling,
throwing furniture, even attempting an attack on his parents when they smacked
Mikaela once. Shinya was able to control his temper now of course, but back
when he’d first presented it was hard to figure out how to deal with him. He
even snapped at Mikaela occasionally. Now that that stage was over though, the
Shindou’s had wasted no time in finding a way to get rid of their eldest son
through marriage.
 
Mikaela grimaced, “An omega?” From what Mikaela had heard about omegas, they
were basically common whores meant to pleasure alphas and have babies. “I don’t
want to be an omega…”
 
Shinya’s gaze softened. “Don’t listen to what mother and father say about
omegas, none of it is true. You’re a gem Mikaela,” he said, ruffling his
brother’s hair, “don’t forget it.”
 
Mikaela’s lips twitched slightly upwards in a smile. “Thank you Shinya. I’m
going to go to my room now, all of that eating has made me tired…”
 
Shinya nodded, “Goodnight,” he said, ruffling his brother’s hair again before
heading to his own room. Mikaela watched the silver-haired male leave before
going to his room. It was a pretty standard room for the Shindou’s. Large with
gold and white coloring and a large window, but mostly bare. Mikaela didn’t
have a lot of things he enjoyed – and even if he did enjoy them he wasn’t
foolish enough to think that his parents would actually buy him things for it
to put in his room.
 
He changed from his outfit into his nightwear, crawling into bed under the
thick covers and staring up at the ceiling. He closed his eyes, but felt his
mind begin to wander as it always did. He had what some dubbed as ‘night
depression’, and to Mikaela it was terrible.
 
Usually his night depression focused on his parents, but lately a pinkette had
made her way into his mind. Mikaela didn’t really have friends; he distanced
himself from others and came across as cold and emotionless. It wasn’t that he
didn’t wantfriends, but he was… scared to havethem. They could easily turn
their backs on him, he’s seen it happen to others before and he wanted no part
in it.

Then Krul came along… she was different then the others. Bossy, but not in the
annoying way, she was a strong woman when she was just a young girl. She knew
what she wanted, and she always found a way to get it, no matter how
impossible. She saw a challenge and she took it until she managed to get the
challenge, then she discarded it out of boredom. She was thrilling, she was
beautiful, and she was poison.
 
The first time she’d seen Mika in school, and saw how aloof he acted towards
other students, she’d seen a challenge. It took a long time for her to get to
Mika, but when she got to him she wormed her way into his very soul. Every time
he let down a defense around her was another victory for her, and a loving
gesture for him. Mikaela hadn’t known he was capable of love until she stripped
him of everything, leaving him vulnerable to her will. She had her hand wrapped
around his heart to the core. He’d do anything for her… but she didn’t feel
anything for him. All of the kisses, all of the handholding, all of the secret
smiles she’d give him and her sweet words, it was all fake. She’d made him feel
special, she’d made him feel like… maybe he wasn’t a freak, maybe he could have
a happy life. He’d wanted to live with her, run away from his family and be
with her. He’d told her this countless times, and each time she’d giggle and
hold his hand, saying that she wanted it too…
 
… Until the time came where she left him. It was sudden and unexpected, and
Mikaela had been so shocked that he hadn’t been able to feel a thing. He had
nobody in the world to comfort him, so he was left to deal with this all on his
own. He vowed to himself that he would never fall in love again, because all it
did was bring pain. His heart was aching at the thought of her, he remembered
all of the bad times. All of the times where they would argue, all of the times
when she’d purposefully try to make him jealous, and he remembered the day when
she broke his heart into a million pieces. In his mind he made up scenarios
where he would confront her, he’d pour out his feelings to her, he’d tell her
how much he hated her because he loved her so muchand it hurt so badlyto even
think about her. He imagined that she’d feel guilty, although he knew that she
would probably just laugh in his face and tell him that he was an idiot for
thinking that she would ever love him… just like she had before. He felt his
eyes growing hot and he grit his teeth, trying his best to keep the tears at
bay. He would not cry. He would not cry.He didn’t care about this. He didn’t
care when he saw her holding hands with another boy at school, kissing his
cheek and blushing when he’d compliment her. He didn’t care that she smiles she
gave this boy were more real then anything she’d ever given Mikaela.
 
Mikaela didn’t care. Of course he didn’t. Why should he care? Why should he
allow his heart to get stabbed over and over and over every time he saw her? He
shouldn’t.
 
…But he couldn’t help it. The pain was crippling, and with no friends or family
close to him, he was all alone to deal with this. Well, he had Shinya, but he
knew that Shinya had never felt this before, and wouldn’t know how to properly
comfort his brother because no matter what Mikaela would not tell him
everything.
 
He rubbed at his eyes, feeling hot tears starting to gather, and tried to shift
his thoughts to something else. Puppies and kittens. Everyone liked puppies and
kittens. He remembered one time when he went to the pet store with Krul and
they looked toge- stop, stop, stop that thought.
 
His eyes snapped open, trying to banish the memory from his mind. He couldn’t
deal with this. He couldn’t deal with the good memories on top of the bad ones
as well. God why did it have to hurt so much? Why couldn’t he just get over
her? They never talked anymore, but every time he saw her… his heart would
lurch, and then break all over again when he remembered that he could never
have her… she’d give him false hope sometimes. One time she approached him and
mentioned that they should get back together. He’d felt hopeful, she was
smiling at him, just like she used to.
 
The next day he found her kissing some random guy. He couldn’t deal with this
anymore. He wanted to die. He had nobody to talk to, he had no way to stop this
pain, he just wanted to give up. Especially now that he was an omega… just a
low being, barely worth mentioning and only being scoffed at. How much worse
could his life possibly get?
 
He had no idea the trouble that awaited him in the future.
 
 
 
 
 
 
***** Unwanted *****
Chapter Summary
     Here's a (rather terrible) peek into Yuu's life.
Chapter Notes
     Trigger Warnings for this chapter:
     Child Abuse
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“We would have been so much better off without you, you filthy monster!”
 
“Why did you have to be this way? Why couldn’t you be normal?”
 
“You deserve everything that we do to you.”
 
“Don’t you dare scream.”
 
“Stop crying, it’s all fake!”
 
Yuu curled up more under his blankets as his parents’ voices rang through his
head, wincing at the pain it caused on his rib cage. He didn’t think they were
broken, but the skin was most definitely bruised. His whole body hurt as a
matter of fact, but he was used to it by now.
 
Think of something good… like… you’re going to Seraph High in a week,Yuu
reminded himself. He tried to be excited about this, but he felt kind of…
blank. In his previous two schools, he had no friends. Not one person to share
his suffering with. He’d had bullies, but for the most part, nobody paid him
any attention. In fact, people seemed surprised that he existed when he wasn’t
being pushed around by them.
 
He knew that most kids would feel nervous or excited about going to a new
school, but Yuu already knew how this was going to turn out. He was going to go
there, and avoid people at all costs like the freak he was. In return, people
were going to avoid him as well, or bully him. Yuu just couldn’t bring himself
to feel happy about the situation. The only thing he had going for him was his
good grades. It was the only reason he was accepted into Seraph High to begin
with – it was a very prestigious and challenging school, usually the people
there got in due to their parents having a lot of money.
 
Yuu was the complete opposite of rich. They could barely afford the small, run-
down apartment that his family was currently residing in. The only reason they
had moved was because his father had been promised a job here, although Yuu was
almost positive he’d be fired within the first couple of weeks.
 
Whatever, Yuu was able to go to school for free here because of his
scholarship, so his parents couldn’t hit him over school being too much money
anymore. That was a big plus in Yuu’s book. Yuu sighed, the light that usually
shone past the door hinges was off signaling that has parents were asleep which
meant that Yuu was able to get up and take a bath if he wanted. The idea was
extremely appealing if he were honest with himself, just the thought of sinking
into a nice warm bath to sooth the bruises that he’d gotten from his parents
made him want to shiver with anticipation, but a larger part of him was just
too tired.Mentally that is. Although he knew from experience that sleeping
without any form of relief for his aching muscles was going to be even worse in
the morning.
 
He wondered what the point of existing was, not for the first time. His parents
hated him. Everyone at school hated him. He’d never had a friend in his life.
Maybe it was his ‘bad attitude’ or maybe he really was as bad as his parents
said, but even the other so-called-freaks avoided him. Strangers would
occasionally show him kindness, but even they seemed hesitant around him, wary
almost, as though he were about to attack them. Perhaps he gave off an aura.
 
He absentmindedly traced a hand over the scar on his chest. His father had come
at him with a knife when he was eight, intent on stabbing Yuuichirou through
his heart. It seemed at the last minute he’d been unable to bring himself to do
it however. Yuu remembered the absolute terror he’d felt that day, he
remembered pleading and crying, he remembered his mom screaming about how it
had to be done, he remembered crawling up against the wall and waiting for his
inevitable fate. He also remembered the flicker of somethingin his father’s
green eyes. To this day Yuu still wasn’t able to identify what it was. Love?
Guilt? Fear? He remembered as the knife slashed his chest rather then going
through it. He remembered his mom’s voice, calling his dad a coward.
 
A large part of Yuu wished his dad hadkilled him that morning. Then he wouldn’t
have to live with this hatred, this feeling of the world out to get him. He
wondered to himself numerous times why he didn’t just end it.
 
Maybe he was just as cowardly as his father.
 
Every time he thought of ending his life however, he always had a thought, that
there’s something important I need to do.
 
Yuu snorted and then winced, rubbing his chest. Yeah. Important.Like getting
beaten up by his parents every day.
 
After about ten more minutes of feeling sorry for himself (and he’d beat up
anyone that said he didn’t deserve those ten minutes) he managed to crawl out
of bed and sneak into the bathroom, thankful that at least this house didn’t
have creaky floorboards or doors. He could hear snores coming from his parents’
room as he made his way through the hallway. He’d heard somewhere that ice
water was good for bruises but... well, if his parents found out he’d ‘stolen’
ice he’d just have more bruises to add so no thanks.
 
The bathroom was decent. Better then the old house. There were no unknown
stains on the floor at least.
 
The bathtub didn’t take long to fill, only a couple minutes at most. He checked
the water before slowly submerging himself, giving out a sigh of relief as his
body seemed to melt under the warm water in the best way possible. It was
moments like this he could forget about the pain that was almost constantly
coming from his body. Almost without thinking about it he went all the way
underneath the water, not even bothering to hold his breath because what was
the point?
 
He stayed under there for almost two minutes, just staring up at the water. His
vision was starting to turn black, and he swore he could almost feelhis body
shutting down.
 
He closed his eyes, waiting for death.
 
Not yet.
 
The voice wasn’t his, but it seemed to come from inside of him.
 
Not yet.
 
As though someone else were controlling his body, he sat up in the tub,
coughing and spluttering. The world was spinning and he clutched onto the side
of the tub, trying to steady himself.
 
What did I almost do?
 
Now that the thoughts of dying had left his system, he could only feel horror
at what had happened, and his heart pounded at the thought of dying. Oh god…
 
He tried his hardest to steady his breathing, completely terrified that he’d
fall back under the water and the process would repeat. He recalled his vision
going black, his body going limp. He would have died if that voice hadn’t
rescued him.
 
Eventually his panic got the better of him and he stumbled out of the tub. He
hadn’t managed to properly calm himself down, and the world was spinning too
much for him to even walk straight. No…
 
His vision was starting to turn black. No no, not again, no no…
 
Complete terror was eating away at him, he tried to walk forward, to get back
to his bed, but the second he did the darkness consumed him completely and he
fell onto the tile floor, unconscious.
 
 
Chapter End Notes
     .... I'm sorry.
     Kind of.
     :P
***** Bitter Feeling *****
Chapter Summary
     Shinya is upset, and Mikaela is determined to find out why. It
     doesn't help when Mikaela finds out who his new mate is going to be.
Chapter Notes
     Fun fact: I almost wanted to name the chapter title "Feels"
     Prepare for feels
It was 8 am when Mikaela woke up the next morning. He groaned and rolled over,
trying to fall back asleep, it wasa weekend after all. But once he was awake he
was awake for good, unfortunately that’s just how his body worked. Plus he was
hungry. Extremely hungry. Huffing in annoyance he sat up in bed, glaring at the
wall opposite of him as though it had done him a personal wrong. He clutched
the satin sheets in his hand tightly, hating it. He wouldn’t have hated the
comfort of his bed, the elegant room, and the entire house in general if it
wasn’t his parents that had provided it for him. He hated them, so therefore he
hated everything in this house, unless it was Shinya.
 
His parents would be awake by now, but he knew that it took Shinya until at
least 9 am to wake up, and he didn’t want to deal with his parents so early in
the morning. He glanced over at the bookcase on the opposite side of the room,
filled with books specifically meant for Dynamics, and books about how terrible
humans were. Mikaela snorted, sure he’d come across a lot of terrible humans,
but in Mikaela’s opinion his parents were equally as terrible. He got up from
bed, his feet barely making a sound as he walked over to the bookcase. After a
moment of searching, he felt his hand hover over the book marked “Omega: What
to Expect”.
 
He was curious, sure, but he just knew that he most likely wouldn’t like what
the book told him. After standing there for a good two minutes, his hand poised
in midair, he realized how stupid he was being. It couldn’t be thatbad. And
Shinya had told him not to worry about what his parents said about omegas.
Coming to a decision he grabbed the book and raced towards his bed, jumping on
top of it as though the floor beneath him was burning.
 
It took a moment to collect himself, and even longer to actually open the book
itself. He was a bit surprised to see a picture on the first page. There was
three people lined up in a row, the smallest was a female who was obviously
meant to represent an omega. The one that was slightly taller then her was a
male, who no doubt represented a beta. And of course, it was easy to tell, the
tallest and most muscular of the three who had a smug look on his face, was the
alpha. Mikaela scowled at the picture and flipped the page.
 
“Omegas are the rarest of the three Dynamics, but play an important role in the
survival of the Dynamic race. A beta female is able to become impregnated, but
what is special about an omega is that both males and females are able to bare
children. Because of this, and because of their rarity, they are the most
desired. An omega is more emotional and prone to become needy than a beta or
alpha would be. When an omega is near an alpha whom could be a potential mate,
they will want to submit. The omega may not even want to mate with the alpha,
but if the alpha desires the omega then it’s in the nature for the omega to
become submissive to the alpha.
 
Because alphas are genetically more dominant than an omega, it is easy to make
an omega submit to them. Alphas also have the ability to force the omega to
submit by biting just under the omegas scent gland, which incapacitates the
omega completely. Biting on the omegas scent gland won’t work unless the omega
wants to become the alphas mate as well. The two will bite each others scent
glands – this is called Bonding. When an alpha and an omega bond, the two will
share each others feelings and be able to sense when the other is in danger.
The omega will want nobody other than their alpha, and their alpha will want
nobody other than their omega. This is why Bonding is only used between two
mates who want to be together eternally.
 
It is possible for a beta to impregnate an omega, although it is harder to
impregnate the omega than it would be for an alpha, as it takes more energy for
a beta to knot the omega. Betas do not have the ability to incapacitate the
omega, but they are able to form a Bond with the omega if the omega so desires.
Both betas and alphas will frequently rub their scent on an omega that they
want to claim as theirs so that other alphas and betas will be warned away.
 
It is rarer for a beta and an omega to mate than it is for an alpha and an
omega to mate. Betas are more dominant than an omega, but the omega doesn’t
feel overwhelmed by their dominance, and therefore the omega is more
clearheaded when it comes to mating with a beta. A lot of mating between an
omega and an alpha is dubious due to the fact that an alpha gives every desire
to the instinct that an omega is born with, even if the omega does not want to
mate with the alpha, their instincts to mate are stronger then their minds.
Betas, on the other hand, do not force that instinct out in an omega unless the
omega is in heat (turn to page 14 for more information about Heat).”
 
Mikaela was feeling more and more repulsed by the words in the book, but he
needed to know what he was going to expect, being an omega. Reluctantly, he
flipped to page 14.
 
“Heat
 
An omega will go into heat once every two months. A heat usually lasts from 3-
6 days, and in very rare cases it can last for up to two weeks. During heat, an
omega is in extreme pain, and the pain will only go away if they’re engaged in
sexual activities with an alpha (more frequent) or a beta. If an omega is in
heat around an alpha, the alpha will immediately go into a rut and mate with
the omega. A beta will be filled with desire, but their instincts are more
docile, and they have self-control enough to leave the vicinity of the omega if
they do not wish to mate with the omega. An omega in heat gives off a scent
that is almost overpowering, in fact it is the one time that an omega has more
power over an alpha and a beta than the alpha or beta would have over the
omega.
 
If an omega is not in the vicinity of an alpha or a beta during their heat,
they will usually try to pleasure themselves, although this tactic usually
prolongs the heat and pain, so it is recommended for them to find another
Dynamic to help them through their heat.
 
Omega females and omega males react the same emotionally and instinctually
during their heat, but they have different physical reactions. An omega male
will have what is called a Slick, which is a substance that will trickle from
their anus, and in turn causes the omegan male to be entered easily. A female
omega reacts the same as any other female, their genitals become moist,
although an omegan female has more of it than any other female Dynamic or even
human does.
 
While in heat, no pain will be felt if they are in sexual activity. After they
are finished mating with another Dynamic, they will feel fine for perhaps an
hour, and then the heat comes back. During this hour, the other Dynamic will
recover and be able to pleasure the omega once more.
 
The Dynamic that has claimed the omega will attack anyone who comes near the
omega in heat. It’s best to be in a location where nobody will come near the
omega or alpha/beta. An omega will only be able to sense that there is another
Dynamic around and want to mate with them too, so the Dynamic they’re currently
mating with becomes very aggressive around others, especially since they’re in
a rut.
 
Before a heat, the omega will eat and drink constantly, and once the heat
starts the omega won’t need to eat or drink during this time if they had
properly eaten beforehand. An omega won’t be able to focus on anything due to
either pain or pleasure, but another Dynamic will be able to eat and drink if
they so need to, despite being in a rut.
 
If an omega doesn’t wish to become pregnant, they will take suppressants a week
before their heat starts. Even if the omega doesn’t plan on mating during their
heat, there is always the possibility of a Dynamic taking advantage of their
state, so it is recommended that an omega take these suppressants regardless.
An omega will only want to bare children if they are mated with the Dynamic
that they choose to help them through their heat.”
 
That was enough of that. Mikaela slammed the book shut and closed his eyes,
hating the fact even more now that he was an omega. All this book did was
confirm that other Dynamics only thought of omegas as things to fuck, unless
they were mated – and Mikaela HIGHLY doubted he would ever willingly become
mated to anyone.
 
He wasn’t sure what he thought he would find. Something saying that omegas
didn’t have to just be good for only sex maybe? As if. Shinya was wrong, the
entire world viewed omegas the same way. Why can’t the omega have any say in
the matter? What was wrong with the other Dynamics that they wouldn’t even give
the omega a choice? Why did nature decide that omegas would be submissive and
not able to stand their own ground?
 
He groaned, throwing the book on the floor. There was a lot more in it, but
from the little he’d read he felt sick to his stomach. He despised the fact
that he was an omega. Maybe… maybe his family was wrong. Maybe he wasn’t an
omega. He might just be hungry because he’s growing, he was still rather small
for his age so… this could all just be a growth spurt! That had to be it,
Mikaela couldn’tbe an omega. He… he was never submissive before, and sure he
was a bit small but that didn’t mean anything!
 
Comforting himself with this thought, Mikaela got out of bed and changed into
dress pants and a white shirt. His parents hated anything that had to do with
the ‘modern look’, so Mikaela was always forced to wear uncomfortable but nice-
looking outfits. At least his school had a uniform, which was a lot more
comfortable than his every-day clothes.
 
He left his room, feeling a lot better than he had this morning upon waking up,
and immediately felt his mouth water at the smell of food. A large part of him
wanted to run over to the table and eat it all like a barbarian, but no matter
how lenient his parents had been last night, he knew they would not accept that
type of behavior from their son. He forcefully and painfully made his way to
the table, sitting down in a proper manner and eating his pancakes as though he
wasn’ta starving mess. It honestly felt like torture.
 
He realized that his plate was filled with more food then his parents or
Shinya’s, and while he wondered about it, he wasn’t complaining. His parents
were already sat there before Shinya walked in, bags under his eyes as though
he hadn’t slept. He didn’t say anything except a small “good morning” before he
ate, although it was mostly just picking at his food. Mikaela wondered what was
wrong with his brother, he seemed fine last night. If anything Mikaela should
be the one that was having a bad morning, but his brother seemed in a terrible
state, despite the fact that his hair was perfect and his clothes were
pristine. It was in his eyes. Mikaela doubted his parents would be able to
tell, but Mikaela knew his brother. He knew that something was not okay,
something was bothering him.
 
Shinya didn’t seem like he was going to be eating anymore, so Mikaela very
surreptitiously snatched an egg from his plate. Shinya didn’t even seem to
notice, or if he did he didn’t care. Mikaela frowned in concern. What is up
with him today?
 
“Shinya, darling, would you pass the sugar?” The voice of their mother cut in
Mikaela’s thoughts. Shinya wordlessly handed the sugar to her, and the rest of
the meal was eaten in silence. It was by far one of the more awkward breakfasts
they’d had, although Mikaela doubted his parents even noticed.
 
As soon as Shinya left, Mikaela excused himself and followed after his brother.
“Shinya?”
 
“Yes Mikaela?”
 
“Are… are you okay?” The blonde asked, a bit awkwardly. He wasn’t used to
asking such questions, and judging from the slight surprise on Shinya’s face,
he hadn’t expected it either.
 
“I’m fine,” Shinya said, smiling. Mikaela knew that smile, he wore it often
enough, Shinya was just trying to hide something.
 
“Tell me what happened,” Mikaela rephrased, and Shinya sighed. He looked around
before pulling Mikaela into his bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Mikaela
sat down on the edge of Shinya’s bed and looked up at him patiently.
 
Shinya appeared to be struggling for words. “I… I left last night. I snuck
out.”
 
Mikaela was surprised, sure, but that didn’t explain what Shinya was so upset
about.
 
“What happened then?” Mikaela prodded.
 
“I met with Guren,” Shinya admitted, looking anywhere but at Mikaela.
 
“Nii-san,” that was a title that Mikaela hadn’t used for a very long time. “…
You know that I will never tell mother or father about this. There is no need
to be worried.”
 
Indeed, there was visible relief on his brother’s face, but he still seemed
distressed.
 
“… There’s more,” Mikaela stated, and Shinya gave a hollow chuckle. “You catch
on quickly, little brother.”
 
Mikaela wasn’t sure what to say to that, but before he could even comprehend an
answer Shinya finally blurted out what was truly bothering him. “I can’t marry
Mahiru. I… I don’t love her. I don’t know how I can be an ideal mate for
someone when I’m in love with someone else.”
 
Mikaela sympathized with his brother, he truly did, but he knew reality apart
from fantasy. “Mother and father have already made up their minds.”
 
Shinya paced around, his brows furrowed.
 
“You have to marry her…. You can’t love Guren.”
 
Shinya turned on Mikaela, and the anger on his face made the blonde flinch
back. Shinya, noticing this, took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
“I know… but I do. Mikaela…”
 
The blonde was horrified to see tears starting to slip down Shinya’s face. He’d
never seen his brother cry before.
 
“Have you ever loved someone?”
 
There was a heavy silence before Mikaela gave his answer, his voice barely a
whisper, “Yes.”
 
Shinya didn’t seem as surprised as Mikaela thought he would be. “Then you know
how I feel.”
 
“… I do…”
 
“I can’t do this… I just… fuck…” Shinya clenched his fists, tears still
streaming down his face. The sight of his brother in this state almost made
Mikaela want to cry with him.
 
There was more silence before Shinya gave a hollow chuckle, wiping the tears
from his face. “I’m sorry to drag you into this Mikaela. I never wanted you to
see me like this.”
 
Mikaela opened his mouth to answer, but quickly shut it again, realizing that
he couldn’t find the words to reassure his brother.
 
“But thank you for listening to me anyway,” Shinya hesitated for a moment
before walking over to Mikaela. The blonde had no idea what was going on, even
when he felt Shinya’s arms wrap around Mikaela’s body in a tight hug. Mikaela
had only been hugged a few times in his life, and he couldn’t do much more with
his body then freeze.
 
Shinya eventually pulled away. He didn’t seem hurt in the slightest at
Mikaela’s lack of response, in fact he had a small smile on his face. “I’m glad
you’re my brother.”
 
Mikaela’s blue eyes widened at the words, and he was shocked to find his own
eyes tearing up. He quickly wiped at them before any tears could escape. He
didn’t know why that had made him so emotional. He gave a soft nod, “I… I’m
glad you’re my brother too Shinya.”
 
Shinya’s smile widened and he gave a genuine chuckle, ruffling Mikaela’s hair
despite the blonde’s protests. Before more words could be exchanged, they heard
their mother’s voice calling for Mikaela. The blonde frowned, not wanting to go
alone. Shinya seemed to sense this, for he gave Mikaela a nod and lead the way
to the drawing room.
 
“Ah, Mikaela, I have good news!”
 
A blonde eyebrow raised, wondering what on earth this good news could possibly
be. Knowing his mother, it probably wasn’t good for Mikaela.
 
“We have found you a mate!”
 
Of course. They’d want to get rid of him as soon as possible. The blonde tried
his hardest not to scowl at the thought of having a mate, someone that he
didn’t trust nor love. He suddenly understood how Shinya felt.
 
“And who might my new mate be, Mother?” Mikaela somehow managed to get out.
 
“Oh he is of great nobility. Not as noble as the Hiiragi’s, but the second best
to them, besides us of course,” his mother added. Yes, the Shindou’s always had
to look better than others in his parents eyes. “His name is Ferid Bathory.”
 
Ferid Bathory. The name struck a cord in Mikaela’s memory.
 
This was the first evening-ball that Mikaela had attended. The boy had just
turned twelve, and his parents decided this was a proper age for him to stay up
past midnight. The young boy wasn’t excited to be here at all, he was tired and
everyone around him was drunk off of champagne. Mikaela eventually decided to
make his way to the edge of the room, where he wouldn’t be bumped into by
people dancing, when a sudden hand on his shoulder stopped him.
 
The blonde immediately turned, his gaze lingering over the man that had his
hand still on Mikaela’s shoulder. He had long silver hair pulled back in a
ponytail with a large ribbon. He was pale, and judging by his facial features
quite obviously foreign. Probably European. The thing that stuck out the most
to Mikaela was his red eyes, they reminded him of blood, and he felt an
unintentional shudder in his spine.
 
“So the Shindou’s reveal their precious treasure,” the man said, a smirk on his
face. “And you look as pretty as any treasure I’ve ever seen.”
 
Mikaela stared at him, not sure what he could possibly say to something like
that. “Um…”
 
“I bet you’ll grow up to be even more beautiful then you are now,” the man
continued, not seeming to catch onto how uncomfortable the young boy was
becoming, or if he did he ignored it. He’d let go of Mikaela’s shoulder by now,
but that hand was now cupping Mikaela’s cheek.
 
Another hand fell onto Mikaela’s shoulder, and he was pulled backwards, away
from the creepy man. Mikaela recognized his brother, standing in front of him
rather protectively. The man straightened, meeting his brother’s gaze without
flinching, although something flashed in his red eyes.
 
“Excuse me, I need to take Mikaela to meet other guests,” Shinya said, his
voice tight. Without another word he guided Mikaela far away from the man,
before crouching down to reach the blonde’s height. “Mikaela, I want you to
stay away from that man, no matter what.”
 
Mikaela nodded. He didn’t want to be near that creepy man anyway. “Who was he?”
 
“His name is Ferid Bathory,” Shinya’s face was blank, but there was a certain
tone to his voice that Mikaela could not make out yet. “And he is bad news.”
 
“I understand,” Mikaela said, not complaining when Shinya stood and ruffled his
hair. “Good boy.”
 
“No,” Mikaela’s mouth blurted out without his permission. His mother’s gaze
turned cold as she glared at him, “Excuse me?”
 
Mikaela could sense the anger rolling off of Shinya like waves, he obviously
remembered Ferid just as much as Mikaela did. Perhaps even more.
 
“… I… I mean yes.”
 
“That’s what I thought,” his mother said in a tight voice, and Mikaela let out
a soft relieved sigh. At least he wasn’t in trouble. But the thought of being
mated to that creepy man was not something that the blonde was looking forward
to.
 
“You’ll be living with him, but you aren’t to be married. Not yet at least,”
his mother continued. Mikaela tried his hardest not to fidget, but it was hard
with the deadly aura that Shinya was emitting and the thought of being forced
to mate with someone.
 
“He is an esteemed alpha, and I expect that you will be on your best behavior
with him,” it was a warning if Mikaela had ever heard one.
 
“… Yes mother. I will,” his voice was dull, but his mother didn’t seem to
notice. She gave him a smile, “That’s my Mikaela. Such a good boy.”
 
It wasn’t as though Mikaela had a choice, as soon as he was able to he excused
himself, heading towards his bedroom. He wasn’t surprised that Shinya followed
him. The two didn’t exchange any words, but this time when Shinya hugged the
blonde, Mikaela hugged him back.
***** Heat *****
Chapter Summary
     Mikaela has his first heat, and his new alpha mate is called to fix
     it.
Chapter Notes
     Warnings for this chapter: Dubious Consent
     Sorry to all of the anti-FerMika shippers out there, but to all of
     the FerMika shippers, have fun reading this chapter~
     And don't kill me for writing this pls.
That night was a strange one. After eating a very tense dinner, and trying to
find words to comfort his brother like Shinya had comforted him, everything
seemed to be going very poorly to say the least. Mikaela walked into his room
and immediately felt uncomfortable. It felt like he was walking into a
stranger’s room, which was weird because his bedroom was the only place that he
actually felt safe, hiding from the prying and cold eyes of his parents and
servants. He looked around in confusion and annoyance, everything was where it
was supposed to be, everything was exactly how he left it, but no matter what
just being in this room felt wrong.
 
There was an itching feeling under his skin, creeping up to his neck and making
him shudder. Something was very, very wrong. He paced around his room, scowling
at everything he saw. No no no, nothing was right! How had he ever survived in
his room with everything so obviously out of place?
 
First he went to his bed, throwing the pillows down onto the ground and
punching them into a whole different shape. It didn’t work; there was something
morethat he needed. With an annoyed glare at his bed, he left his bedroom. The
feeling of wrongness went away the second he stepped foot into the hallway, but
now every single part of him wanted to run back into his room. Trying to ignore
the feeling, Mikaela ran into the dining room instead, where one of the maids
was dusting. Mikaela approached her, and she immediately averted her eyes. A
servant was forbidden from looking their masters directly in their eyes, for
reasons completely unknown to Mikaela, but it was long since something he had
learned to go with.
 
“… Seline,” Mikaela managed to recall her name. Seline was staring at the
ground, but gave a nod of acknowledgement. “Yes Master Mikaela? Is there
something you need?”
 
Mikaela tilted his head, thinking it through. “I need more pillows. And
blankets. Lots of them. In fact, use whatever blankets are left in the
cupboard.”
 
Seline was wide-eyed at the bewildering demand, but gave a nod, “Yes Master
Mikaela. Shall I bring it to your room?”
 
“Yes,” Mikaela answered, before whipping around and storming back to his room.
The itching feeling returned, causing his upper lip to curl. He wasn’t sure
entirely what was wrong, but he just knewsomething wasn’t right.
 
He paced his room, feeling more and more irritated with every step he took,
before there was a knock on his door. “Master Mikaela? I have the blankets and
pillows you requested,” came Seline’s voice, and Mikaela practically threw the
door open. He could barely see Seline’s face behind the pillows and blankets,
which were arranged very nicely. Without saying anything, he grabbed them from
her. Normally he would have said thank you, perhaps wished her a goodnight, but
all he could focus on was the itching feeling in the back of his mind. It was
driving him crazy. He closed the door and threw the pillows and blankets onto
the ground, it still wasn’t right.
 
Some instinct drove him to rip his old sheets off of his bed, before throwing
them back on again. It felt right.
 
He picked up the other numerous blankets he had requested, throwing them on top
as well. That felt right too, and so he grabbed the pillows on the ground,
carefully arranging them into a circular pattern along his bed. As he did so,
he could practically feel the itch disappeared. But there was still something…
 
He glanced over at the couch in his room and grabbed the pillows off of it,
placing them on his bed as well.
 
Now the nagging feeling was completely gone. The itch had been scratched. His
room felt right again… in fact it felt even more safe than it ever had before.
With a content sigh, he changed into his night clothes and carefully climbed
onto his bed, making sure not to disturb the pillows which now surrounded him,
making him feel secure. He snuggled into the blankets, his eyes closing as
sleep almost immediately took a hold of him.
 
His night went undisturbed by any dreams, but waking up was more difficult than
he would have imagined. Each time he managed to slip back into consciousness,
his eyes would drift shut without his permission, and sleep took over his body
yet again.
 
It had to be almost noon by the time he finally woke up. He surprisingly wasn’t
hungry, but there was a pain in his stomach that immediately made him sit up,
wincing as he did so. He rubbed his stomach where the pain was, but it didn’t
let up, if anything it got worse.
 
Deciding to try and see if he just had to go to the bathroom, he left his bed
and painfully made his way over to the restroom. Every step brought more and
more pain, and he barely made it across the threshold to the bathroom when it
became too much. He fell onto the tile, crying out and clutching his stomach.
His vision clouded over, and he could vaguely hear a high-pitched whine of
agony that he just now recognized as his own voice.
 
Despite the pain, there was one other thing he could focus on. He needed
someone… he needed someone that could help him. He needed… “Mom…” he whimpered.
 
Footsteps were racing towards the bathroom, and he lifted his head up. His
mother was standing there, her face seemed softer than he’d ever seen it
before. He couldn’t even let out another sound before she had walked over to
him, crouching down and taking him in her arms. He wasn’t sure what it was, but
there was a comforting scent wafting from her that immediately made him relax
in her hold. The pain wasn’t as bad as he felt her hand running up and down his
arm soothingly. “My poor Mikaela. The first heat is always the worst,” she
cooed, her voice gentle, a tone he’d never heard before.
 
There were louder footsteps and Mikaela spotted his brother, standing a bit
away from the door. He’d looked worried at first, before suddenly clasping a
hand over his mouth and nose. “… Sorry Mikaela, I… I can’t be here,” was all
Shinya said before racing out of his vision.
 
“Mom…” he murmured again, nuzzling against her, the odd but comforting scent
coming from her making the pain dull.
 
He heard his mom call for their father, telling him to call Mikaela’s new mate.
Mikaela tried to protest, but his mother was quick to shush him. “Mikaela, I’m
an omega too, I know how hard a heat is, and the only thing that can make the
pain go away is your alpha. I can only help so much with my own scent.”
 
Mikaela understood what she was saying, but that didn’t mean he had to like it.
“I don’t want to…” he whined, but was again shushed by his mother. “He is a
strong alpha, he will take good care of you during your heat; not to mention
his money can buy you anything you need. We chose well with him.”
 
The blonde stayed silent. He still didn’t want to be near this alpha,
especially not when he was in heat, but he couldn’t argue with his mother.
Occasional whimpers of pain slipped past his lips, and he shut his eyes, hoping
to fall asleep again so that the agony would end.
 
It didn’t work.
 
He vaguely heard a thumping sound and what sounded like angry voices, or at
least one angry voice, but a few moments later the voices were silent and the
scent of an alpha filled the bathroom, which was quite large but suddenly felt
extremely small.
 
“Ah, Ferid, how nice to see you,” his mother greeted pleasantly, as though she
weren’t holding her limp son, who couldn’t do much more then whine out the pain
he was feeling.
 
“It is nice to see you as always, Miss Shindou,” came the silky voice of whom
Mikaela figured to be his new mate. He sounded just the same as he did back
when Mikaela had first met him all of those years ago.
 
Already he could feel his body starting to react to the scent of an alpha being
so close to him while in heat. His entire body was starting to burn, not with
pain, but with a new sensation that Mikaela didn’t want to admit to having:
lust.
 
“I trust that you’ll take care of him,” His mother said pleasantly, standing up
and bringing a staggering Mikaela with her.
 
“Of course,” Ferid said, a friendly smile planted on his face. He held out his
arms, as though to give Mikaela a hug. The blonde sent him the best glare that
he possibly could considering the circumstances, but his body was already
stumbling towards the alpha, practically falling into Ferid’s waiting arms.
Godhe hated this. He hated the fact that his body was as submissive to this
alpha as that damned book had said it would be. He wanted to be strong, he
didn’t want to submit to this alpha, he didn’t want to submit to anyalpha, but
according to his body, he needed to.
 
And that need was growing stronger by the minute. The world tilted for a moment
as his feet were lifted from the ground, and he blinked in slight confusion for
he was now staring up at the ceiling. It took a moment for him to realize that
his body was pressed against the alpha’s chest, who was carrying him in a
cradle. He supposed he should be grateful for that at least, he didn’t think he
would be able to walk at all.
 
Unlike when he was near another omega, the scent of an alpha made the pain even
worse, especially being so close to one. He swallowed harshly, his breathing
speeding up and his pupils dilating. He could hear Ferid speaking to his mother
and father, and he briefly realized that he was being carried out of the house
when a sharp burst of wind greeted him, but he couldn’t focus on much else
other than the pain and the overpowering scent of an alpha.
 
Alpha. Alpha. Alpha. Alpha.
 
Mikaela was pressed firmly against Ferid’s chest even when they got into the
back of the car, driving to what Mikaela assumed was Ferid’s manor. He couldn’t
really focus on his surroundings, instead choosing to gaze up at his arranged
mate. The alpha wasn’t ugly at all, quite the contrary he was actually very
pretty – pretty enough to be an omega – and the scent coming from him was
making Mikaela feel every bit of desire that he didn’t want to feel. His entire
body was aching, twitching, and he embarrassingly enough felt his pants dampen
as slick made it’s way from his hole and down his leg. Ferid didn’t seem to
care about this, in fact he seemed quite pleased.
 
“Eager aren’t we?” The silver-haired male commented, as though talking about
the weather. Mikaela somehow, somehow,managed to give the alpha a scowl. It
wasn’t like he wantedthis… it was just… his body. He couldn’t help it!
 
Ferid chuckled, and placed him down on a silk bed. As soon as the alpha’s touch
left Mikaela’s body, the blonde let out a distressed whimper, reaching out to
grab at any part of Ferid that he possibly could, his instincts wanting nothing
more than an alphas skin against his own.
 
He didn’t have to wait long; the alpha was very quick in stripping both Mikaela
and himself. “Turn over,” Ferid murmured, and the blonde was so quick in
flipping himself onto his stomach that he almost fell off the bed. He heard
Ferid chuckle from behind him, but not even embarrassment was overcoming the
desire his body was feeling. It was practically screaming at him, he needed to
be fucked, or else this pain would never stop.
 
He felt a slap on his right ass cheek, forcing a yelp out of the blonde that
wasn’t truly pain, but not completely pleasure either. Another chuckle.
 
Slender fingers trailed down Mikaela’s spine, causing him to shudder as
goosebumps rose on his arms and back. Those fingers made their way down until
they were circling around Mika’s hole, covering them in Mika’s slick.
 
The blonde winced slightly as two of those fingers entered him without warning.
It didn’t hurt as much as he would have thought, it was more like an unpleasant
pressure, but the lusty feeling inside of him was practically singing,
especially when the fingers started to thrust in and out, wiggling around and
stretching his hole to its limits.
 
In what seemed like both no time at all and an eternity, the blonde felt the
tip of the alphas cock rubbing against his hole, the fingers had long since
disappeared. The part of Mikaela that was still slightly sane was nervous,
terrified actually, but it was pushed down by the needhis body was feeling, the
aching that seemed to get worse the longer the alpha waited. If Mikaela wasn’t
filled right now—
 
The blonde arched his back and let out a hiss as Ferid’s cock entered him
without any warning, sliding into him all the way to the alphas hilt. That had
definitely hurt, almost enough to bring him to his senses, but before the
blonde could regain control of himself the alpha started to move, and any
thoughts of reluctance completely faded in the absolute bliss of pleasure. With
every thrust that Ferid gave him, the pain from his heat seemed to reside more
and more, until Mika was begging for Ferid to go deeper and harder, to chase
away any last remnant of the pain from before and fill it with whatever
pleasure that Mikaela could bear.
 
Mikaela hadn’t even realized why his pleasure was mounting so high that it
almost hurt in the throbbing of his cock before he sprayed cum all over the
sheets of the bed. The tightening of Mikaela’s hole around Ferid’s own cock
caused the older male to groan, glad that he’d at least had enough sense around
the omega’s overwhelming scent to put on a condom. The last thing either of
them wanted was a baby. Ferid was mostly in it for the sex and Mikaela was only
in it because his parents had forced him to be.
 
With a few more frantic thrusts Ferid came, his knot filling the omega up. The
knot burned, but the need Mikaela’s body had gone away, replaced by a pleased
and content feeling. Ferid hadn’t even finished knotting Mikaela before the
blonde passed out, utterly spent despite all of the sleep he’d had before.
 
Ferid chuckled as he noticed this, petting Mikaela’s hair and pulling out once
his knot had returned to it’s normal size, pulling the condom meant
specifically for alphas off of his cock. With a rather amused look, he
remembered the confrontation he’d had with Mikaela’s older brother earlier.
 
Ferid had barely made it through the door before he was pushed up against a
wall, the scent of an angry alpha reaching him before he’d even seen the
silver-haired male whom Ferid recognized as Shindou Shinya. He gave the younger
man a smirk, “Ah, how nice it is to see you again Shinya!” he said, his voice
pleasant as though greeting an old friend. Shinya simply scowled at him,
pressing the older male even harder against the wall. It had to have been
painful, but Ferid didn’t so much as wince.
 
Shinya’s teeth bared threateningly as he growled his next words. “If you hurt
Mikaela at all, Iwill hunt you down and end you myself.”
 
Ferid simply chuckled, even more at the confused look on Shinya’s face.
 
“Do you really think that your new family would ever let you so much as leave
their manor, much less let you hurt a noble,Hiiragi Shinya.”
 
Shinya glared at him, but he didn’t say anything, because Ferid was right. Even
if the alpha hurt Shinya’s younger brother, there was literally nothing he
could do. The Hiiragi’s had the most security out of every noble household, and
it was rumored that was so because some of the members of the household had
tried to escape. If an actual Hiiragi wasn’t able to escape the confines of
their own home, how would Shinya ever be able to?
 
“I’ll find a way,” Shinya promised.
 
Ferid just smiled, “We’ll see.”
 
The next time Mikaela was awoken, it was due to Ferid cupping his cheek. The
red-eyed male had a smile on his face, especially as Mikaela’s face was
scrunched in pain from his next round of heat. “Oh Mikaela~ it’s time again.”
***** Fear *****
Chapter Summary
     Mikaela is trying to adjust to life with Ferid now that his heat is
     over, but what he finds out about the alpha scares him.
Chapter Notes
     I just wanted to say that Mikaela won't always be called Mikaela in
     the future of this story. Not due to continuation issues, but because
     something happens that turns him into "Mika" rather than "Mikaela".
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mikaela hadn’t had the clarity of mind to see the room during his heat, but now
was a different story. The room wasn’t like his, and even that thought alone
was enough to make him depressed. Rather than white and gold, the walls and
theme of this room red and gold. The wall coloring reminded Mika of the sunset,
and the room was oval in shape. High archways surrounded the room rather than
normal doors like Mikaela was used to. A beautiful, golden chandelier was on
the side of the room, nearby the biggest archway. There was a vanity against
the wall made of pure gold, intricate designs carved into it.
 
The biggest thing however, was the bed. The velvet comforter was red, the
pillows gold, the skirt of the bed gold, but the one thing that stood out the
most was the golden headboard. It rose to the ceiling, and was designed in a
way that Mikaela had never seen before. It was almost overwhelming.
 
Mikaela was currently on that bed. His naked form rested on top of the
blankets, sweat beading down his forehead. Pale limbs were spread out limply,
and his breathing was heavy and deep, almost as though he was asleep. But he
was very, very awake.
 
Mikaela hadn’t moved from his position to look around the room, he just
observed all of this with moving his eyes, so he might not have even seen what
the rest of the room had to offer. The sound of footsteps rang through the
halls, and they only stopped once they reached the bed. A hand cupped his cheek
and Mikaela couldn’t help but to lean into it. He didn’t complain as Ferid got
into bed beside him. In fact he wrapped his arms and legs around him like an
awkward octopus. A part of him hated it, hated him,but the rest was just
feeling too clingy.
 
Ferid chuckled and stroked Mikaela’s hair, causing the omega to let out a purr.
“Dear Mikaela,” he cooed, “So needy.”
 
Mikaela wanted to snap at him for that, but he found his body just snuggling
closer to the alpha who had helped him through his heat.
 
“You must be hungry,” Ferid said after a moment, and Mikaela let out a small
sound of agreement. Ferid untangled himself from Mika and started to get off of
the expensive bed but Mika let out a distraught noise and grabbed onto his arm
quickly, stopping the older man from leaving. Ferid chuckled, “I’m just going
to find a servant and have them bring you some food.”
 
Mikaela pulled away, face burning red from embarrassment. Ferid simply chuckled
again and ran a hand through his blond locks. “So adorable,” he cooed, as
though Mikaela was a cute puppy he found in a pet store, before getting up and
leaving the bedroom.
 
Mikaela stared after him, the clingy feeling starting to disappear when Ferid
was no longer in sight. What was wrongwith him? This wasn’t like him. He wasn’t
some needy omega that constantly wanted an alpha’s affections. He was stronger
than that! He was… this wasn’t him.
 
It was his heat.
 
And that made things so, SO much worse, because that meant that Mikaela could
never change these feelings of clinginess. He sat up and curled his legs to his
chest, wrapping his arms around them and hiding his face. Why did this have to
happen to him? Why couldn’t he be an alpha, like his brother? Why couldn’t he
be an alpha and his brother be the omega? They would both be happier. Then
Shinya could have been with that Ichinose alpha, and Mikaela wouldn’t feel this
terrible weakness and vulnerability. It wasn’t fair! Mikaela didn’t ask for
this! Just like Shinya didn’t ask to be an alpha. Why did life seem to hate the
Shindou brothers? Why could neither of them be happy?
 
Why didn’t their parents care?
 
His eyes watered, but no tears fell. He refused. He wouldn’t allow that sort of
weakness, not the only thing he had control over.
 
“… Master Shindou?”
 
Mikaela’s head shot up to see a child dressed in silk clothing and golden
clamps around his arm. Somehow Mikaela felt like the silk clothing seemed more
revealing then actually being naked.
 
“Yes?” Who was this kid? Why was he dressed like that? Why was he addressing
Mikaela as though he were a —oh. The child was a servant. The Shindou’s had
child servants, although they were only meant to do small things such as going
out to the markets to get something. They were never in such… skimpy clothing
however.
 
“Master Bathory would like to meet you in the dining room for lunch,” The
child’s eyes were staring at the floor. Either he was well-trained despite
being so young (the children at the Shindou’s slipped a lot and looked at their
Masters) or he was trying to give Mikaela privacy.
 
“I see… thank you…?” Mikaela trailed off purposefully, and the child hesitated
at first before replying. “Kouta. My name is Kouta.”
 
“Thank you, Kouta. You are free to return to your duties.”
 
Kouta appeared surprised to be thanked, but he gave a small bow before
hesitating again. “I was supposed to accompany you to the dining room.”
 
Mikaela blinked at him. “I need to get dressed.”
 
Kouta shook his head. “Master Bathory requested that you join him as… as you
are,” he stumbled on the last bit, cheeks dusting pink and this time very
purposefully not looking at Mikaela.
 
Great.“I see. Um… lead the way I guess.”
 
Kouta nodded and waited for Mikaela to get out of bed (who was very surprised
that he was only slightly sore after having sex almost non-stop every day for a
week) before leading him out of the bedroom and through the hallways. Mikaela
wanted to stop multiple times on their way to the dining room. The walls were
brown plated with beautiful pictures adorning them, and the doors were almost
pearly white. Mikaela wanted to explore what lay beyond those doors immensely,
but he knew he had to follow Kouta, lest Ferid would get mad.
 
Kouta stopped as they reached a room even larger (if that was possible) than
the bedroom. Mikaela tried not to act impressed as he stepped into the dining
room, taking it in with one look. Their were archways again, the floor was so
shiny Mikaela could see his reflection, the walls had fancy gold designs, and
the drapes covering the windows were a shiny gold. The walls had brown borders,
and the thick dining table was brown, as were the cushiony chairs (although
they were rimmed with gold). Unlike the red and gold bedroom, the theme of the
dining room seemed to be gold and brown.
 
Ferid was waiting on the far side of the table. He stared at Mikaela. Mikaela
stared back. A sly smile took over the silver-haired male’s face as he studied
Mikaela from head to toe, a glint in his red eyes. Mikaela tried not to look
bothered at the intensity of his gaze. Despite Ferid having seen him naked in
the worst of ways all week, this was the most uncomfortable Mikaela had ever
felt being naked around him before.
 
Ferid’s gaze lingered for a few seconds longer before he gestured at the table.
“You may sit.”
 
Mikaela released a relieved breath that he hadn’t been aware he was even
holding before sitting down on as far away from Ferid as he possibly could, not
wanting to feel that clinginess again.
 
The alpha raised an eyebrow. “Come sit closer to me.”
 
“No I’m fine here, thanks.” Mikaela wasn’t sure why he’d blurted that out, and
he tensed, mentally kicking himself. Instead of Ferid getting angry however,
like Mika had expected him too, he started to laugh softly. “Don’t worry,
you’ll get used to me soon enough.”
 
Mikaela didn’t deem that with a response. That was the last thing he wanted to
do.
 
“Are you in any pain? Feeling sick?”
 
Mikaela stared at the table. “No alpha, just hungry.”
 
“Mikaela look at me.”
 
The blond’s fist clenched under the table but he looked at Ferid was a smooth
face regardless. Always wear a mask.
 
“Are you sure?” Ferid pressed, and Mikaela wondered why he cared so much.
 
“I’m sure alpha.”
 
“Good, good. We wouldn’t want there to be any liesbetween us, right?” To
Mikaela, the words that came out of Ferid’s mouth seemed more like a threat
than a question, especially with that dangerous glint in his red eyes.
 
“Of course not, alpha.”
 
Ferid seemed pleased with this answer, the subtle warning seeming to disappear
immediately as he smiled and clapped his hands together. “Very well then, I
suppose it’s time we have our lunch. He grabbed a bell that was on the table
and rang it. Almost immediately four more children, dressed the same as Kouta,
came out. The two males placed the plates of food in front of Mikaela and
Ferid, while the two girls put napkins on their laps. They all bowed before
leaving the room.
 
Mikaela stared after them in shock, wondering if that had just happened or if
his mind had made it up. Maybe he was sleeping. Maybe his post-heat mind was
messing with him. The youngest one had to be only five.
 
“… Are all of your servants children?” Mikaela finally asked, and Ferid glanced
at him, looking amused. “Is that a problem?”
 
Mikaela wasn’t sure how to answer that. Children servants weren’t exactly
forbidden, but what kind of person would have only child servants? Especially
dressed so indecently!
 
At his stunned silence Ferid let out a laugh, one that annoyed Mikaela because
it made him feel like there was something he didn’t know. “Of course not.
They’re just in training for when my other servants die.”
 
“Oh, so they must be elderly servants?” Mikaela guessed, but backtracked at the
amused look on Ferid’s face. “Oh my dearest Mikaela. None of my servants make
it to their elder years. You see, I like to preserve beauty, not watch it waste
away.”
 
A sudden feeling of dread washed over Mikaela. “I… I have to use the restroom,”
he said, standing. The smirk on Ferid’s face grew. “Of course, it’s right down
the hall to your left.”
 
Mikaela nodded and tried not to make it look like he was about to start running
as he followed Ferid’s directions. His mind was blank until he reached the
bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him and pressing his back against it.
He couldn’t even appreciate the beauty of the restroom like he’d wanted to back
when Kouta was guiding him. This was… this was too much…
 
Mikaela made his way to the sink and turned on the cold water, splashing his
face with it before looking up. His locks were wet from the water and his face
was paler than normal, which was quite the feat. His body was shaking as he
remembered Ferid’s words.
 
“None of my servants make it to their elder years. You see, I like to preserve
beauty, not watch it waste away.”
 
The omega felt sick to his stomach. It was obvious he was talking about killing
them. Once a servant, always a servant. There is no releasing a servant, which
means that the only way they can be released is death. Mikaela had thought the
Shindou’s treated their slaves badly, but at least they gave them the dignity
of a comfortable death.
 
How young were they when Ferid decided they weren’t beautiful enough?
Teenagers? Young adults? Would he kill Mikaela eventually?
 
That answer was obvious. If he didn’t want servantslooking less than beautiful
because they were simply aroundhim, he wouldn’t want a matethat he couldn’t
find beauty in anymore. His eyes closed as he tried to call himself down.
 
Mikaela never received comfort, not from anyone in his family with the
exception of Shinya, but even that was rare. He’d eventually grown up not
really wanting comfort, only during certain times.
 
This was one of those certain times.
 
And there was always only one person that had ever comforted him. He needed
Shinya. He wanted his brother. He was terrified.He was angry and upset that he
was with Ferid in the first place, but knowing that those little kids were
going to die in the future and he was going to even sooner? His shaking became
worse and he tried his hardest to steady his breathing. He couldn’t allow Ferid
to see him like this. He didn’t know yet how cruel Ferid could possibly be, and
he didn’t want to find out. Learning about these deaths made Mikaela pretty
certain that his alpha didn’t make threats that he wouldn’t carry through with.
 
Get a hold of yourself Mikaela. You must face him or else he’ll know. He can’t
know how much this affected me.
 
With that, Mikaela took deep, steady breaths, relaxing his body. Once he was
ready, he looked in the mirror, being sure to make his face blank before
leaving the restroom.
 
Ferid’s food appeared to be untouched. He had obviously been waiting for
Mikaela. He gave a wave when Mikaela sat down. “I thought you might have
drowned in the restroom, you were there for a while.” There was a knowing glint
in his eye that Mikaela tried to ignore.
 
“Apologies alpha, I was simply admiring the design. It’s beautiful, like
nothing I’ve ever seen before.”
 
This seemed to excite Ferid, and he went on about how he had hand-picked every
decoration in his manor as they both ate. Once they were finished their lunch,
Mikaela cleared his throat. “Alpha, would you mind if I called my family? I
know you told them my heat is over, but I would like to speak with them myself.
If that’s okay,” he added, not wanting to seem demanding.
 
“Hmm… I see no problems with that. You can use the phone in my office. I’ll
guide you there.”
 
Unlike with Kouta, Ferid made sure that Mikaela stopped to see everything on
their way to the office. Normally, Mikaela would be thrilled at seeing the
beauty, but all he could think about was Ferid’s words and Shinya. They
eventually stopped in front of a black marble door so large it reached the
ceiling. Ferid guided him inside and Mikaela was surprised at the almost
normality of it. Well, for Ferid that is.
 
“This is my office. You are onlyallowed to be in here with my permission,
otherwise there will be consequences. Do you understand?” His voice had taken
on a dark tone that almost made Mikaela step back. He couldn’t even mentally
berate himself for being so weak minded that a simple warningwas enough to make
him want to run out of the room, but his mind was just filled with images of
young men and women slaughtered on the ground. Maybe in the very bed that
Mikaela slept in. Come to think of it, every one of the child servants Mikaela
had seen were beautiful… did Ferid handpick them because of this fact? The sick
feeling in his stomach came back, but all he said was a firm, “I will not come
in here without your permission, alpha.”
 
That would probably be a lie, but right now he could hardly care less. He was
just saying what he could to finally call Shinya.
 
“Very well, the phone is on my desk, I need to speak to the servants about
changing our bedsheets.”
 
Mikaela watched as he walked away, closing the door. Immediately the omega
picked up the phone, dialing his home number with shaking fingers. It took
three rings before a servant picked up.
 
“Shindou manor, how may I help you?”
 
“Daniel,” Mikaela said, automatically relieved to hear a familiar voice.
 
Daniel sounded surprised but not at all displeased – after all Mikaela had
always been the nicest to the servants next to Shinya. “Master Mikaela, it’s
wonderful to hear from you! I assume you wish to speak with your parents?”
 
“Actually I was hoping to speak to Shinya.”
 
“Oh…” Daniel’s voice suddenly turned a bit sadder. “Master Shinya has already
left. He’s with the Hiiragi’s as we speak.”
 
For a moment Mikaela’s mouth went dry. He didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t
even entertained the thought that Shinya wouldn’t be living with their parents
anymore.
 
“Master Mikaela?” Daniel sounded concerned, which snapped Mikaela out of his
stupor. “I see. Daniel, would you be able to procure the Hiiragi number for
me?”
 
“… Master Mikaela, I don’t mean to speak out of turn, but –“
 
“Please Daniel… this is important.”
 
There was complete silence, before the servant sighed. “I should not give you
this information, but there is a slip of paper with the Hiiragi’s number on it,
in case they need to get in touch. I’ll read it off for you.”
 
As Daniel said the number through the phone, Mikaela let out a content sigh.
“Thank you very much Daniel. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
 
“No worries, you’ve done plenty for us already. It’s time to return the favor.
Good luck Master Mikaela.”
 
The phone was hung up before Mikaela replied, but he didn’t dwell on it. He
punched in the number that he’d memorized, pacing impatiently as the phone
rang. It took five rings this time before there was a voice to pick up.
 
“Hiiragi household, please state your business.”
 
Unlike Daniel, this voice sounded abrupt and cold. “I would like to speak to
Shinya.”
 
“And who is this calling?”
 
“His brother, Shindou Mikaela.”
 
“I see. Well, Mikaela,” he said his name in a rather rude tone that would have
gotten him a punishment in the Shindou household, “you cannot speak to
HiiragiShinya.”
 
“Excuse me?” Mikaela’s eyes widened in shock. “And why is that?”
 
“He is part of the Hiiragi family now, notthe Shindou family.”
 
Mikaela’s tone was clipped. “Let me speak to Hiiragi Tenrii.”
 
“Sir, that is –“
 
“I am calling as a Shindou to a Hiiragi peacefully,” Mikaela said, making his
voice assertive. “Now, as a servant you are required to put him on the phone.
Just because you are with the Hiiragi’s, doesn’t mean you should forget your
duty as a servantto your betters.” The blond hated having to say things like
that to a person, but at this point it was unavoidable. He needed to speak to
his brother.
 
When the servant finally spoke again, he sounded like he was just on the edge
of seething. “Very well. I will transfer you to Master Tenrii.”
 
“Good.”
 
There was more ringing, before a deep, rough voice answered the phone. “What?”
 
“This is Shindou Mikaela speaking, I would like to speak to Sh- Hiiragi
Shinya.”
 
“And what business does a Shindou have with a Hiiragi? There is currently
nothing that suggests we should have anything to do with Shinya. We are not
returning him if that’s what you think.”
 
Mikaela grit his teeth. His brother wasn’t an objectto be returned! He was a
person!“This is not about anything of the sort,” Mikaela somehow managed to
keep his voice steady.
 
“Then why do you want to speak to him?” Tenrii’s tone was suspicious, and
Mikaela almost rolled his eyes. For Christs sake offering Shinya was supposed
to be a peace offering between the two families, not some scheme.
 
“Because he is my brother, and I have private matters to discuss with him.
Don’t worry, they don’t concern you or your family.”
 
The silence that followed after that was so long Mikaela thought the older man
had hung up on him, before more ringing started in his ear and the voice that
Mikaela had been hoping to hear all along echoed in his ear. “Mikaela?”
 
“Shinya!”
 
“Why are you calling? Did something happen?” Shinya added immediately after,
not allowing Mikaela to answer the first question. He sounded concerned, and
Mikaela wasn’t sure how to say this without his brother storming over to the
Bathory household. Then the omega remembered where his brother was and felt…
both disappointment and relief. Mikaela opened the door slightly to look out.
Ferid appeared to be nowhere around. Mikaela let out a sigh of relief and
closed the door again, locking it and going to the other side of the room again
just in case.
 
The silence on Mikaela’s end must have worried Shinya even more. “Mikaela?
What’s wrong? What happened?”
 
“Sorry, I’m fine,” Mikaela said, his voice low. “Just… checking to make sure
Bathory isn’t around.”
 
“Oh… so, what was it you called about?”
 
“I…” Mikaela hesitated. “I don’t… feel… uh… safehere.”
 
Shinya’s voice seemed more sad then concerned when he answered. “Oh, I know
Mikaela, Bathory is just… he has that vibe. But you’ll get used to it, nothing
will happen.”
 
“No, no not like that. I can deal with that.”
 
“Then what? Did he hurt you?” the voice on the line demanded.
 
“No! Nothing like that!”
 
Now Shinya seemed confused. “Then what?”
 
“… I think… no I know…Ferid’s murdering his slave’s.”
 
There was a gasp. “What?”
 
“I know. He was going on about how none of his slaves have ever been elders, he
only wants beauty, and when it’s not beautiful anymore…” Mikaela bit his lip,
the fear starting to seep in again. “What if he thinks the same about me?
Shinya I… I’m scared…” Mikaela didn’t think he’d ever admitted that out loud
before. There was silence and the omega knew, just knewthat his brother was
absorbing this and trying to find words of comfort, because that’s all he could
do.
“Mikaela, he won’t do that to you.”
 
“But how do you –“
 
“I just do.” Shinya cut him off, sounding completely confident. Mikaela
blinked, not sure how he felt about that. “I don’t understand…”
 
“Call it brotherly intuition,” Shinya said. “I’ll make the Hiiragi’s stand in
if he ever tries to k… do that to you. Okay?”
 
Relief flooded through Mikaela like a wave. “Okay… That’s not it.”
 
“There’s more?” Mikaela could tell from his tone that his brother wasn’t sure
if he was shocked or not.

“He’s got kid servants here… the oldest is probably in her pre-teens. You
should see what he’s got these children dressed in,” Mikaela shook his head,
disturbed.
 
“Kid servants aren’t thatrare…” Shinya tried, although he sounded unsure of
himself.
 
“No, you don’t understand. These kids are doing the work that adult servants
should. They’re barely dressed. I’d understand if this was the Roman era – and
even that would be cutting it – but there’s a line. And all he wants them for
is to act like normal servants before killing them when they get old enough,”
Mikaela scoffed in disgust.
 
“Bathory is a sick man. It’s why I didn’t want you anywhere near him,” Shinya
sighed. “I’m sorry this happened.”
 
“…” Mikaela cleared his throat, not sure how to respond to the apology that
seemed so sincere even though it wasn’t Shinya’s fault, “So, how about you? Are
the Hiiragi’s as bad as they sound?”
 
Shinya gave a strange little laugh that had Mikaela raising an eyebrow. He’d
never heard that noise before. “Oh no, they’re great!”
 
“O-Oh…”
 
“Mahiru and I get along well!” he added cheerfully, even though Mikaela hadn’t
asked about that yet.
 
“That’s um… good? But I thought you and Gu-“
 
“I think I’m in love with her!” Shinya cut him off loudly, and Mikaela almost
dropped the phone in shock. “Yeah everything’s great here! No need to worry.”
What?
 
“That’s… I’m glad you’re okay…”
 
“Of course I am!” He gave that odd laugh again. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
 
“Um, because the Hiiragi’s are supposedly abusive bast---“
 
“What? No way! Hahaha you’re funny when you’re joking. Look, I’ve gotta go. I’m
sorry. I’ll call you later!”
 
“Um…”
 
“Great! Bye!”
 
The line went dead and Mikaela pulled the phone away from his ear, staring at
it. What was that? He shook his head and put it back before leaving the office,
stumbling across one of the children. He recognized the pre-teen from before.
 
“Oh no!” Her eyes went wide and frightened. “I – I’m so sorry Master Shindou!
Please forgive me, I hadn’t seen you there, please forgive my –“
 
“Hey, hey,” Mikaela cut her off, alarmed. He placed a hand on her shoulder.
“It’s okay. You’re fine. I forgive you,” he said, and she gave an audible
breath of relief. “If anything it was my fault,” he continued, but she cut him
off. “Don’t blame yourself Master, it was I – oh no,” she looked close to
tears. “I didn’t mean to speak out of turn, especially talking over you!”
 
The blonde was at a loss. This really shouldn’t be such a big deal, but the
young girl seemed as though she were about to break down.
 
“… Call me Mikaela,” he said, and she froze, looking up at him, for the first
time her eyes meeting his. “Not around Ferid though,” he added quickly, and she
nodded firmly. “What’s your name?”
 
She hesitated for a moment before shyly answering, “A-Akane.”
 
“Akane, what a pretty name,” he smiled at her and her eyes widened. “Y-You
don’t need to compliment me out of pity Master Shi- Mikaela,” she quickly
fixed. Mikaela immediately put his hands on both of her shoulders, crouching to
her level. “I am not doing it out of pity Akane, I am doing it because I
believe it.”
 
Akane’s eyes flickered down. “T-Thank you Master Mikaela.”
 
Mikaela stood up again. “Where is Ferid?”
 
“Master Bathory went out, he said he would be back in an hour, and that you
could look around the manor.”
 
Mikaela hummed, before deciding not to. “I’m feeling rather tired, I’m going to
retire. I have school tomorrow, and I can’t be late.”
 
“Very well,” Akane replied, and followed Mikaela to his room. He found this
odd, but didn’t comment until he was ready to change into his nightclothes.
“Akane?” he questioned, and she looked at him, although her eyes were still on
the floor. “Yes Master Shi – Mikaela?”
 
“I was planning on changing…” he said, a bit awkwardly.
 
“… Didn’t you want me to change you?” she seemed confused, and suddenly Mikaela
got why she’d followed him. He knew that in some households, servants often
dressed, undressed and even bathed their masters. He just hadn’t expected it
here. “Oh, no it’s fine,” he gave her a smile. “I can do that on my own. You’re
dismissed,” he added.
 
Akane gave a small bow and a hesitant smile before leaving the room. Mikaela
watched her leave. For some reason the encounter didn’t seem like a servant-
master one would, but rather a family one. Like he would sometimes have with
his brother. Mikaela sighed as he changed and lay under the clean sheets. My
brother…
 
Shinya didn’t call that night like he’d promised.
Chapter End Notes
     Why do you think Shinya started acting all weird at the end of their
     conversation? :P And why do you think he didn't call Mikaela back?
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