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Getou drives over this bridge every day on his way home from work. It was a small bridge, probably didn't even take two full minutes to cross from one end to the other. It was a well known suicide hotspot. The black haired alpha had been lucky enough to never witness someone jumping in his numerous crossings.
What kind of solace did these people find in the icy swirling waters? Did the water look welcoming? Getou didn't know, he'd had moments of wanting to die but he'd never found any comfort in the idea. What drove those people to the bridge's edge?
Sighing deeply he taps his fingers against his steering wheel as he adjusts in his seat. It had been a long day at the office, some intern fucked up the term report and he'd been running around all day trying to fix it. Yaga had chewed him out for not keeping a better eye on the new hires. It had been one thing on top of the other and the alpha was so ready to go home and just collapse into bed.
A nice warm shower sounded good too. Maybe he'd even treat himself and stop at the convenience store near his apartment and get a treat of some kind. He felt he deserved it after the day he had.
A flash of white distracts him from reminiscing about the comfort of a slice of chocolate cake in bed. Glancing out his windshield he spots the source of the white flash. A slender white haired figure standing at the railing of the bridge. The person seemed to be clutching something to their chest.
Easing off the gas a bit, Getou rolls closer, it really wasn't his business, but something screamed at him to stop. Closer now he can make out little legs wrapped around the white haired figures waist. A pup? Out in this weather? Winter hadn't fully set in, in Tokyo but the weather had already turned nippy.
The figure moves slowly, a barefoot comes to rest on the railing before they haul themselves up to teeter on the edge.
Getou doesn't think before he moves, doesn't even register slamming on the breaks and crawling over his center console. Throwing open his passenger door he jumps out stumbling as he runs.
“Don't!”
The figure flinches, head turning towards him. Aquamarine eyes lock with his violet and he stops. Up close Getou can tell that it's an omega with what he presumes to be their pup clutched to their chest.
“Don't, don't jump,” he pleads gently. “Give me the pup and get down. Whatever reason you're doing this, it'll be okay, promise.”
The omega glances from him to the rushing river below then to the pup they're holding before back to him.
Shakily he holds his hands out motioning for the pup. Please please let them hand the pup to him and not just take the plunge. The omega seems to contemplate his answer for a minute, a pale hand coming to pet the nest of unruly black spikes that tickle at their chin before turning more to face him. The movement makes the omega sway dangerously on the railing and Getou chokes back a whine.
The pup nuzzles closer before being forcefully peeled away by the omega, who holds the now squirming kid out to him. He lurches forward taking the black haired pup from the omega and cradling the kid to his chest.
In his arms the kid doesn't seem as small as he first thought, skinny but tall. The pup couldn't be more than six years old he assesses as he sets them on their feet and turns back to the omega.
“It's okay, take my hand and I'll help you down,” he breathes, reaching for the omega.
A sad half smile graces the omegas lips, the glow of the lamplight giving them an eerie glow. The omega turns all the way around. The blossoming yellows, purples, and black of bruises mark the ghostly beautiful face.
An aborted noise escapes the black haired alpha's lips as he steps closer. The tattered long sleeve cream sweater covers more bruises he is sure. Who would hurt a beauty such as this? Reaching out for the omega he stops short waiting for them to take his hands and clamber down.
A breeze rustles the white spikes in the omega's face briefly before dying out. They shuffle a bit before shaking their head.
Time seemed to slow down as the omega falls backwards. It's almost graceful the way they fall, like a swan diving through the air. Someone is screaming as he darts forward, maybe it's him, maybe it's the pup he doesn't know. It could be someone else entirely but all the alpha can see is the omega.
Flailing wildly his fist catches the hem of the sweater and the omega jerks in the air and the force almost yanks him over the edge as well. His other hand braces itself on the railing as pain explodes in his shoulder and it takes all his will power to keep his grip on the sweater keeping the omega dangling in the air.
Panting through the pain he stares down at the omega desperately.
“Grab my arm!”
Aquamarine eyes that were dull with pain but a few seconds ago now stare at him with a spark of hope even as the sweater begins to tear in Getou's grip.
“Grab onto me! Please for God's sake!” He sobs, planting his feet more firmly against the railing and trying to haul the omega up.
Pale hands suddenly grip his wrist and he lets out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding as he hauls the omega up, pulling the omega over the railing he falls backwards onto the hard pavement just as his shoulder gives a horrifying pop.
Crying out in pain he holds the omega to his chest with his other arm. The omega is making small chirping noise against his chest as the rest of the world fades back in. There's people yelling in the background and the distant sound of sirens.
Groaning in pain he tries to move his left arm and finds he can't feel his fingers. Shit.
A small shadow flits above him and he opens one eye to be met with big sleepy green eyes and chubby cheeks. Oh yeah, the pup. The pup! Sitting up, he jostles the omega on top of him who lets out a displeased whine and clings tighter to him.
“You okay kiddo? Are you hurt?” He gushes visibly trying to check the pup for injuries.
The black haired boy shakes his head. “N… no m’ okay. Is Mommy okay?”
Deflating slightly with relief Getou rubs a soothing hand alongst the omegas back, nuzzling into the white locks. The soft scent of rain mixed with vanilla and hints of fresh mint tickle his nose, still slightly sour and he sighs.
“They're okay, they're gonna be okay.”
He's not really sure if he says it more for the pup or himself, but the words have a soothing effect on both of them nonetheless.
The sirens are louder now, and the alpha can see the lights flashing off the concrete and asphalt of the bridge. Twisting his head he sees an ambulance pulling up beside his abandoned car and two police cars parked not far behind.
An officer rushes over.
“Sir! Is everyone alright?”
The officer crouches down next to him and Getou can see the speckle of freckles across the man's nose and soft pink locks poking out from under the hat.
“My shoulder,” he croaks, the adrenaline of the situation having worn off the pain was now borderline excruciating.
“EMT! WE GOT AN INJURY OVER HERE!” The officer yells and someone from the ambulance begins jogging over. “Sir let me help get them off of you.”
“No!”
The amber-eyed officer blinks in surprise at his outburst and it takes the alpha a minute to realize he'd even said anything. Or that his arm had tightened around the omegas waist.
The crunch of rocks beside him makes him tense before he feels gloved hands on his chest undoing his dress shirt. The EMT yanks his sleeve down enough to get his shoulder out and the alpha sucks in a breath at the sight of his swollen joint already blossoming an ugly purple.
“Seems to be dislocated. Did you catch the omega?” The blue haired girl asks as she pulls his arm completely out of his sleeve.
“Yes, as they were falling then I pulled them up,” he grits.
“The sudden weight must have pulled it out of place, I'm gonna have to put it back. It's gonna hurt pretty bad,” the girl informs him gently as she digs in the bag beside her.
After a second he pulls out a thick piece of leather.
“Bite,” she instructs holding the strip out to him.
Biting down on the strip Getou feels her hands on his arm again and the girl counts down from three. Apparently “pretty bad” actually meant going to hell and back. As soon as she jammed his arm up and back into place fire erupted in his joint making him scream. It was replaced with a dull ache almost as quickly as it came and once again the alpha can feel his left hand.
Panting he spits out the strip of leather and curses.
“All better, limit your movement and don't lift anything heavy for at least a week,” the blue haired EMT states firmly.
“Fucking hell, hah, thank you,” he pants.
“Are the kid or omega hurt?” She asks, stripping her gloves off.
“No. I mean, the omega has bruises all over their face. I think they're everywhere to be honest but I don't know.” The words sound hollow to his ears.
It wasn't just some bruises, someone had beaten this omega to a damn pulp.
“Can you let Officer Itadori take the omega to the ambulance for a thorough examination?” She asks and Getou immediately feels a panic claw at his throat.
“You're not gonna take them away are you?” He demands a growl rumbling in his chest.
“No no, we just want to make sure they aren't hurt,” the officer, Itadori, assures him.
Hesitantly the alpha loosens his grip on the white haired omega and allows the young officer to pick him up. The omega squeals and thrashes immediately upon being removed from Getou's embrace.
“It's okay, it's okay love,” he shushes, clambering to his feet to follow them to the ambulance.
Small hands grip his pant leg as soon as he stands. Glancing down he finds the pup clinging to him with a worried look.
“Come on kiddo,” he whispers grimacing in pain as he takes one of the kids hands in his own.
His shoulder protests at the angle as they shuffle after the officer who is struggling to hold the still squirming omega who is trying to crawl over his shoulder.
At the ambulance the officer gently sets the omega down as the other EMT, a sour-faced alpha with a large scar across his left cheek and his black haired pulled back in a severe ponytail begins inspecting them.
The omega whines and swats away the prodding hands and receives a small warning growl from the alpha.
“Kokochi! Don't growl at him,” the blue haired EMT who fixed his shoulder chastises.
The man frowns but nods, resuming checking on the omega. Kokochi pulls the tattered and shredded sweater up. The omegas chest is littered in bruises in various stages of healing and Getou feels a pit open up in his stomach as his suspicions are confirmed.
There aren't just bruises but cuts as well, even bite marks around multiple of the omegas nipples. Bile rises in the back of the alphas throat at the violence written on the man's skin.
“Jesus,” the officer whispers.
Who could do that? Who could hurt this omega?
The white haired man is thrashing now as Kokochi tries to remove the sweater fully, his distressed scent flooding the area and Getou lurches forward.
“Stop! Stop it, can't you see you're scaring him!” He snarls.
Kokochi glares at him before snapping, “I have to see the extent of his injuries. If you can't let me do my job you can go sit in the police cruiser.”
Getou growls warningly squaring up to the scarred man.
“He's terrified, can't you see someone has been hurting him,” he argues, his voice raising.
“Sir maybe we should take a step back and I can get your statement,” Officer Itadori intervenes placing a hand on the black haired alpha's back and gently guiding him and the pup still clinging to his large hand away from the ambulance.
The distressed cry from the omega almost makes him run back but he knows Kokochi and the blue haired girl are just doing their job. They have to check and catalogue the omegas injuries.
Clenching his fists he turns back to the pink haired officer. Kind amber eyes meet his violet gaze and the other man offers him a kind smile.
“Just tell me what happened and everything that you know,” Officer Itadori asks, pulling out a pen and notepad. “Then you can go back to the man.”
Nodding, Getou sighs and collects himself before telling Itadori about what he witnessed. He recounts everything to the best of his abilities, squeezing the pups hand every now and then as Itadori jots down what he relays.
“Okay,” the pink haired officer sighs once Getou finishes, scratching his chin with the pen before bending down to be eye level with the black haired pup who glares at him distrustfully. “Hey there little one, can you tell me your name?”
The pup glances up at him and Getou nods gently.
“Megumi.” The pup whispers.
“Me- gu- mi. Alright, what a pretty name,” Itadori hums kindly.
The pup- Megumi- scowls. “It's a girl's name, m’ not a girl.”
“It doesn't have to be a girl's name though,” Itadori counters softly. “But I can see how that would be irritating. Now, Megumi, can you tell me your last name?”
The green-eyed boy shakes his head firmly.
“Do you know what happened to your mommy? How did he get all those ouchies?”
Megumi glances down at the ground, toeing the back of his ratty shoe, his grip on Getou's hand tightening painfully.
“Dad gets angry when he drinks his yucky drink,” the boy mumbles.
“Your dad gets angry?” Itadori repeats and Megumi nods.
“He yells a lot and throws things at mommy,” the pup adds.
Anger coils in the black haired alpha's stomach. His own mate was beating him? What else was that bastard doing to that poor omega? The thought made him sick. Whatever it was had been bad enough that the omega felt like jumping off a bridge with their pup was the only solution.
“Okay, do you know your dad's name?” Itadori inquires softly, pen still scratching on his notepad.
“No. B- but he's big and has a scar on his lip,” Megumi offers.
“That's okay, do you know your mommy's name?”
Megumi shakes his head, “No. But Dad sometimes calls him slut.”
A snarl rips from Getou's chest unwillingly as the anger bubbles and festers.
“That's not very nice, your dad shouldn't call him that,” Itadori rumbles. “Thank you Megumi. Your mommy is gonna have to go away for a little while okay, but you'll be going to a lovely place with other pups okay.”
“What?” Getou snaps, yanking the boy behind him.
Itadori blinks up at him before standing, having the decency to look shameful.
“Well, protocol is that we have to take the omega to a mental health facility, and since we don't have a name for either him or the father Megumi will have to go to a state home,” Itadori explains.
“You can't, you can't separate them!” He snarls in protest.
“Don't take mommy! Mommy didn't do anything,” Megumi wails, tears welling along his bottom lashes.
“We- we have to make sure the omega is somewhere he can't hurt himself!” Itadori exclaims.
“I- I'll take them, let me take them home,” he pleads. “I can keep them safe, please, don't separate them.”
Itadori frowns and rubs the back of his neck, “I… I'm not sure, suicide protocol states we have to take the omega to a facility for treatment.”
“Please, please they can stay with me, for however long it takes. I'll get both of them into therapy, I'll pay out of pocket for it. Just- just don't take his pup away,” Getou beseeches.
Itadori worries at his lip glancing back at the ambulance where the wails and cries are still emanating.
“Okay. Okay but I'll need your number and address. And I'll be swinging by once a day to check on them,” the pink haired officer relents. “I'll give you my card in case there's any problems. If anything happens we will be taking them.”
Itadori digs in his kevlar vest before handing over a small stock card with his badge number and name on it, along with his phone number and the precinct number.
Nodding Getou pockets the card and follows the man back to the ambulance. As they approach he can see the blue haired EMT girl helping the omega back into his ruined cream sweater and he can see tears streaking down bruised cheeks.
Letting go of the pups hand he rushes past Itadori to the omega who wails when he spots him and stumbles to their feet.
“Why is he crying? What did you do?” He demands as he cradles the omegas face gently.
Thumbing away the stray tears he hugs the frail omega to his chest and glares at the girl and boy.
“Nothing I swear! He got really upset during the lower exam, even kicked Kokochi in the face,” the girl waves her hands wildly.
Kokochi nods, rubbing his jaw, “Kasumi is telling the truth. He's got quite a pair of legs on him.”
Growling, he nuzzles the distressed omega and scents him until rain and cedarwood intertwine gently and the omega stops shaking against his chest.
“Did he say anything?” Itadori pipes up.
“No, not a word, just lots of noises,” Kasumi sighs, “I don't think that he's incapable of speaking, more like he's just so traumatized that he's regressed beyond speaking.”
Kokochi nods, “He's covered in bruises, got a couple of bruised ribs. Nothing's broken but he has uhm… cuts all over both wrists and some genital trauma. He wouldn't hold still long enough for Kasumi to do any swabs or inspect inside so we can't say exactly how bad it is. I'd recommend taking him into the hospital when he's calmed down a bit.”
Genital trauma? Cuts on both of his wrists? His own mate did that? Squeezing the omega tighter he coo’s softly, swaying the omega he scents him harder. Poor little thing, sweet baby, Getou vows he's never gonna let anyone hurt him or Megumi again. He'd sooner rip his own throat out.
“He's pretty emancipated, you can see all his ribs and uh the right side of his neck is pretty mangled,” Kokochi adds.
“Mangled?” He whips his head around to stare at the scarred man in horror.
“Yeah, whoever mated him pretty much mauled him,” Kasumi whispers. “It was pretty awful.”
“Fucking hell,” he snarls.
That piece of shit, he swears to God if he ever finds that bastard he's gonna rip the alpha limb from fucking limb.
“You think it's the same alpha who inflicted all the other sounds,” Itadori asks, voicing Getou's own question.
Kasumi and Kokochi nod, “It's likely.”
Itadori nods and sighs, “I don't have much to go on but the police will look for him. If we can find him we'll book his ass on full charges.”
Not if I find him first the black haired alpha thinks darkly.
“Okay, Mr. Getou if you'll give me your number and address you can take him and the pup home,” Itadori states turning towards him.
Nodding he relays the final details to the pink haired officer.
“Thank you, please call the number on the card if anything happens or the pup or omega tell you anything else.”
Nodding, he takes Megumi's hand and slowly leads both the pup and omega to his car. Bundling them into his back seat he buckles them in before getting in the front seat.
Glancing in his rear view mirror he watches as the white haired omega fusses over Megumi with soft whines and coo’s until the pup huffs and pushes his hands away, cuddling into the omegas side.
It was gonna be a long road, but Getou said he would protect them and he meant it. Nothing was gonna hurt them again, not unless he was fucking dead.