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Buggy walks in the corridors of his high school while rubbing his stomach. He still can't get used to it. He was nervous, he had vertigo and nausea. His comrades often asks him if he is sick, but he always answered them not with a big smile. He felt like a weight across the throat, a terrible secret that oppressed him more and more every day. In his thoughts, he reproached himself for being so stupid, but how could he have anticipated such a consequence. He has no one to confide in, no shoulder on which cried. He approaches toilets and vomits in silence. He washed his face while trembling. Hands on the edge of the sink. He was cold and he felt so bad in addition to all these horrible nausea. He tries to resume his breath a little but in vain. Vertigo has him wavering him on his legs. There is a bit of a little and inspires and breathes deeply. His hands always placed on the sink, he looks at himself for a moment in the mirror. Her blue eyes, his eyes under the eyes, his skin that has become pale, but above all his round belly. He gently puts his hand on his belly and caresses slowly.
Buggy wins the face gently and inspires deeply. He was afraid of the future, to tell the truth but his baby remains his priority, he will take care of him and protect him. He looks at him for a moment before recovering his breath and gets out of the toilet to go back to class.
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Shanks is like a brother for Buggy and he trusts him, although he hides something. Buggy explains everything to him, her depression, her pregnancy, her doubts and her fears. He needs to speak, to relieve himself a little of this huge weight on his shoulders. Buggy confides completely, he was never really opened to someone like that before. His gaze in a vacuum, his neutral tone and without emotion, he explains all that he has experienced since his pregnancy. His nausea, the looks of others, the fact that he cannot continue to go to class ...Shanks listens without judging or interrupting Buggy.
"Buggy" finally spoke to Shanks. "Do you realize what you tell me?"
Buggy looks at him, frowning, he was a little confused by this answer. He thought that Shanks was going to tell him that he will do everything he could for him and his baby, but apparently, his thoughts were moved.
"Yes indeed, I am perfectly aware of what I tell you, why?"
"You are only 16 years old.You are pregnant, no father for the baby after what the alpha did you. And you expect what I help you? I'm not your boyfriend. I didn't bit you, we have no link, we are just friends. Do you really believe that an alpha would like an omega with his bastard baby? "
Buggy felt like in a bottomless hole, he trusted Shanks but his scathing words had just broken this confidence in room. He felt so stupid to have thought that Shanks was going to come to his rescue.
"Ah I see."
His tone was neutral, but behind the coldness, there was trouble and disappointment. Buggy felt completely abandoned, as if no one wanted him and his baby.
"What were you waiting for seriously? I'm sorry, but stay far from me with your bastard." Shanks left him alone in the corridors of the school.
Buggy is struggling to hold back his tears while looking at Shanks leaving. He felt injured and abandoned, like a weight for everyone around him. Buggy takes support against the wall and lets himself slide on the floor by bringing his knees against him, vainly trying to swallow his emotions.
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Buggy straightened up on his bed, still in shock from his nightmare. He looks around him in his room immersed in the dark by resuming his breathing. Even if he cannot always flee, he cannot continue like this. Memories and nightmares constantly haunt him. He takes a look on his phone on his phone, he is around 4:30 am. Buggy felt invaded by hatred and disappointment towards the Alphas. He thought they were all the same, cruel and egocentric, nothing other than predators. He remembered the way they look at him with envy and lust, as if they saw him as a trophy to win. Buggy took a deep inspiration and calmed down by feeling the contact with his hand on his belly. He remembered that his priority was to take care of his baby, he didn't want to hurt him with his negative emotions.
Buggy stood up, he had slept badly and the day was going to be long. He worked in a shabby fast food, stifling work and shit paid. The smells of frying and food made her belly turn, his mood was already at the bottom. He was preparing to go to work by putting on his uniform. He takes a moment to blow by carrying his hand on his belly. He just hoped that this work would allow him to pay the invoices and products for the baby.
When they got to work, Buggy immediately felt fat and fast food odors around him. He hugged his teeth when entering the kitchens, the work was going to be long.
He began his working day, trying to focus on his tasks while managing his nausea and dizziness. The looks of his colleagues on him made him uncomfortable, especially the male alpha. Buggy felt reassured by working mainly with beta and omega. This helped him to relax more and not have to endure the insistent and intrusive looks of the alphas. But in some cases, Buggy could not avoid being close to the alphas, especially during the coffee breaks or the quarter changes. He always kept his distance and tried not to draw attention to him.
"Buggy, can you put the trash outside?" asked an older beta. "I am busy with a client."
Buggy nodded and went to the back of the fast food, where the trash cans are. It was a little relieved to be able to move away from the effervescence and smells of the kitchens for a while. He opened the door to go out in the dark alley, the trash cans were already filled with fast food debris and packaging. He began to lift the bags one by one to throw them in the nearby jack. By lifting one of the large trash cans, Buggy felt a huge nausea and slightly lost the balance. Fortunately, he leaned against the wall to stabilize and tried to breathe deeply.
Buggy could feel their presence getting closer, he was trying to keep his calm, but the musk smell of the Alphas made him uncomfortable. He felt chills go through his back and his hands trembled a little.
"Hi, it's dangerous for an omega to hang out so lateA little young also to work. "
Buggy freezed hearing that voice of alpha male behind him. He turned slowly, trying to appear confident but feeling his heart beat a little faster in his chest. Buggy is recovering and leaned against the dumpster while maintaining a respectable distance with the alphas. He crossed his arms on his chest and tried to appear relaxed, while hiding his belly as best as possible.
"Are you cute, how old are you?"
Buggy hated hearing these kinds of compliments coming from alphas in general, especially in a situation like this. He gave his teeth and replied coldly.
"16 years"
"You are so young. What I prefer, full of life. Can you have an alpha if you wantI can take care of you and give you as much offspring as you want. "
Buggy felt his blood freezing these words. He didn't want alpha, especially not these strangers in the dark alley. He clenched his fists and answered firmly
"I don't need anyone, especially an alpha."
"Who are you taking yourself, little omega slut?" He violently grabbed Buggy's arm. "I give you the opportunity to have an alpha, a real one, and you refuse?"
Buggy tried to free himself from the handle of the alpha, which was increasingly wrapped his hand around his arm. He had a little pain but he was firm in his answer.
"I did not ask for your alleged opportunity. Let me let go!"
The other alphas slowly brought closer, their eyes stared at Buggy's body. The alpha who held him chained.
"You are not worth anything without an alpha, small omega. You are made to submit and have little ones. You are lucky that we choose you"
The three alphas approached the scene while Buggy was still struggling under the grip of the first Alpha. They noticed the tense situation and decided to intervene when they saw that Buggy had difficulty freeing themselves. Mihawk took a step forward towards them saying in a firm voice.
"Leave the omega immediately in peace"
"We're going guys. This omega slut is not worth it."
The alphas moved away quickly when he grumbles, but not leaving the eyes. Mihawk turned to him, sighing.
"Is all going well for you?"
Mihawk noticed Buggy's suspicious look at them and understood that the omega remained on his guard.
"You don't have to be afraid of us, we don't want any trouble." Doflamingo and Crocodile, who were with Mihawk, pointed out his head as a sign of approval.
"Go. I don't need you, Alphas." Buggy quickly left for the service door.
The three alphas exchanged a confused look while Buggy was going quickly. Mihawk sighed, wondering how an omega could also be suspicious of them. They watched him leave without insisting more. Buggy returned inside fast food, paying attention to what no one can notice. He shivered a little and unconsciously brought his hand to his belly, feeling the baby move in response to his anxiety. He resumed his work, trying to concentrate and hunt this painful memory of his mind. Fortunately, there were only beta and omega around him. Buggy felt more safe between them.
Going home, Buggy felt relieved to find the calm and loneliness of his house. He collapsed on his sofa by sighing deeply, rubbing the temples to hunt these bad thoughts. He no longer wanted to think of alphas, nor the problems of his work. He just wanted to rest and relax in peace. Buggy put his hand on his belly, feeling the baby move gently under his palm. It was a soothing feeling for Buggy to know that, even if he felt alone and abandoned by the world, he had his baby safe in his belly. The sweet presence in him gave him a deep feeling of tranquility and inner peace.
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Buggy was preparing to go to school, trying to put behind him the unpleasant incident of the day before. He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed, he was still pale and had dark circles under his eyes because of his restless sleep. However, he motivated himself to overcome this day. The journey to school was silent, Buggy felt a little nervous at the idea of returning to class. He hoped that his comrades would not notice his emotional state, he did not want to draw attention to him.
He finally arrived at school, the students urged it. Buggy entered the building and headed for his locker. He just wanted to be unnoticed and not to talk to other students, especially the Alphas. He opened his locker and began to put away his things while avoiding meeting the gaze of anyone around him. He felt like a target, he feared that someone notice his slightly round belly. One hand suddenly tapped him on his shoulder and made him jump. He turned to see who it was.
Buggy spread his eyes by recognizing the alphas who had helped him the day before. He immediately felt a wave of mistrust by finding that they were at school.
"No one said you could touch me," said Buggy, backing. "What do you want? Are you in this school?"
Mihawk, Doflamingo and Crocodile exchanged a look between them, surprised by Buggy's reaction. They approached him, Mihawk looked at him calmly.
"We just wanted to know how you went after ... what happened."
"Well, you can leave." He closed the door of his locker, no way he believes in their false kindness. "You seem to be in college. Except maybe the blond." He showed Doflamingo. "So go from here before I warn a teacher."
The alphas exchanged a new look, surprised by the intransigence of Buggy. Doflamingo gave him a smirk, amused by his reaction. Crocodile crossed his arms, sighing.
"We are high school students, not students."
Mihawk approached him a little more. "We really wanted to make sure you were going well."
"Do not approach, Alpha. I don't need you. And your false kindness. Going to do your volunteer elsewhere. Other omega will surely want you."
Mihawk Lacha a sigh of frustration, he understood that Buggy put a wall between them thinking that they wanted him harm.
"I told you yesterday, we don't want any harm to you. We just want to make sure you are well."
The alphas watched Buggy walked away in the corridor, perplexed and slightly frustrated. They exchanged looks between them, wondering how to approach the omega without annoying it more. Mihawk sighed and met his arms.
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"Order 67 for Doflamingo!" shouted Buggy at the counter. What does he hate customer service. It forces him to speak and listen to alphas, as short as the discussion is.
Doflamingo approached the counter, a smile on his lips. He seemed to be happy to see Buggy.
"Hi, you. I was sure it was you who served today."
"Are you a harasser? Doflamingo, if it's really your name." Buggy looked around, noting the other two alphas sitting at the table waiting for Doflamingo.
Doflamingo raised his hands in the air as a sign of defense, his slightly mocking smile always on the lips.
"Hey, hey, I'm not a harasser, promised. And yes, that's my name."
He looked behind him, where Mihawk and Crocodile were sitting at a table. "They are with me, if that is a problem for you?"
"No, I hope you are going to have food poisoning." He pushed the tray to Doflamingo.
Doflamingo giggled in front of Buggy's remark.*
"Are you hard, do you know that?" He took his tray, leaning towards him. "It looks like you really hate me, right?"
"I don't like any Alpha, sorry for you."
Doflamingo sighed when hearing Buggy's response. He straightened up, shrugging his shoulders.
"Not all alphas are assholes, you know. I'm sure there are some who are nice."
Doflamingo sighed again, visibly frustrated by Buggy's attitude. He left for his table, where Mihawk and Crocodile were waiting for him.
"You have to leave it space." Answer crocodile.
"Yes, I know, I know. I'm just disappointed that the omega is so distant with us. We just wanted to help him."
"He always seems to think that we are like all the other alphas. It's frustrating." Mihawk sighed while looking towards Buggy.
"He may have had a bad experience. Let time with omega get used to us. He must have space, not be tried and the time to speak" Crocodile gave the final decision to the discussion.
Mihawk nodded, recognizing the wisdom of crocodile words.
"Crocodile is right, you have to leave space in Buggy and allow it to feel comfortable with us in due time. Forcing things will be useless."
Mihawk looked at Doflamingo, knowing that the latter tended to be reckless at times.
"Doflamingo, you really have to hold on your tile. Buggy has already been abused by alphas, we don't want this to be with us."
Doflamingo looked up at the sky. "Relax, I'm not silly. I understood, we don't sudden it. We let it come little by little."
Mihawk also nodded. "That's it, let's be patientOmega needs time to understand that we are not like other alphas. "
"Very well, getting home. I guarantee myself to make Buggy go home." Crocodile looked at Mihawk and Doflamingo waiting for them to leave.
Mihawk nodded and got up, followed by Doflamingo. They were ready to leave, knowing that Crocodile was the most able to manage this situation for the moment.
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Crocodile discreetly followed Buggy from a distance, taking care not to awaken his distrust. He knew that the omega was afraid, but only wanted his security. There was a step behind him, ready to intervene if necessary. Buggy accelerated the plunge, but also crocodile, always remaining at a comfortable distance behind him. The streets were darker and less frequented than before, which made crocodile a little more tense. Buggy always felt the presence of crocodile, but did not know exactly what the alpha had in mind. He was afraid, but tried to keep his calm quickly along a rather lit alley. Crocodile still followed closely, but made sure not to frighten Buggy. He remained on guard, ready to intervene in the event of danger.
"What do you want? Are you now?"
Crocodile stopped at a respectable distance from Omega, a smirk.
"I follow you so that you come home safe and except home."
"I don't think I have asked for your helpYour two friends are not there ... this doflamingo and no matter what you and the other are called "
Crocodile sighed, a little annoyed by Buggy's suspicious attitude.
"Mihawk and Doflamingo leftAnd I don't need their agreement to look at you, I don't want any harm to you. I just want you to go home without incident. "
"And you, your name?"
Crocodile hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should answer or not. Finally, he signed a sigh and decided to introduce himself.
"My name is crocodile."
Crocodile remained silent for a few moments in front of the door of the house, a little disappointed not to have managed to get closer to omega. He sighed and leaned against the door, wondering what to do now. He knew he was useless to force things, but he wanted to help omega and show him that he was different from other alphas. He finally decided not to insist and to leave space in Buggy. He was going to wait and hope that the omega will end up trusting.
Crocodile waited for a few moments in front of the door, just to be sure that Buggy went safely. Once certain, he sighed and turned his heels to go home. Buggy rested on his sofa, his hand still placed on his belly. He was tired, but happy to be at home, safe for now. He looked at his round belly, lost in his reflections. He thought of the future, everything that was waiting for him in a few months ...He sighed and got up weakly, his hand still placed on his belly. He slowly headed for the kitchen, wanting to make a little snack. He opened the refrigerator but saw few foods there. He bit his lip, realizing that he was going to have to go shopping soon. He wondered how he was going to do, given his current state. He did not like to be looked at, especially now that he was obviously growing. He also thought that he was going to have to buy wider clothes that would hide him.
He sighed, regaining awareness of his difficult situation. He was young, pregnant and without alpha to help him or even protect him. Buggy shook his head, trying to chase this thought. He knew that he could not trust them, even if a little of him wanted their aid ... He never wanted to be injured by Alpha. He sighed, feeling his baby move under his hand placed on his belly. He smiled gently by feeling his baby's little sensations and forgot his previous reflection for a few moments. Buggy lay down on his mattress, he stayed lying on the side by looking at his belly. His mind began to drift towards thoughts, but he calmed down by feeling his baby moves gently under his touch. He smiled gently, once again feeling the sign of life in him. He felt less alone and more serene, knowing that his baby was still there for him. The fatigue gradually prevailed, and he sank into a peaceful sleep.
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