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“Be a good boy and here here. Don't come out,” Sugurus mother said. Her hair is sticking into several places. Her hands and robes are soaked with blood, even more so when she lowered him into the hole.

The screaming has been on going for several hours, Suguru doesn't know how it started or what happened. He doesn't even know how his arm ended up being torn from his body.

All he remembers is his mom picking him up and running. She had torn her outer robe to wrap it around his wound. Blood has gotten everywhere, she had covered his eyes from whatever is going on.

It doesn't hurt anymore. It didn't really hurt to begin with. She had kissed the spot, her hands shaking. It never stopped, not even now.

The rocks dig into his skin painfully, dirt and grim immediately stuck to his clothes and hair. The small hole she dug was uncomfortable,Suguru doesn't want to make her sad anymore than she already is. So he sits there.

She brought up her hands to press a soft kiss to his forehead. One of her hands came up to stroke the back of one his ears. “I love you so much, no matter what, you can't get out. Okay?”

“Will you come back for me mommy?” He asked, Suguru clutched her robe in one hand. He feels the blood soaking into his skin, she didn't answer. Suguru was pulled into a tight hug.

“Of course I will,” She muttered softly, she rubbed down his back. Suguru couldn't help but feel relaxed under her touch. She held him like this until he felt the discomfort from being hugged so tightly. Suguru lets out a whine as a result.

His mother laughed softly, it doesn't sound like her. She brushed his bangs out of his face, “I love you, don't forget that.” She rubbed her wrist over his neck. Suguru purred in reply to her gestures, feeling same with her around.

“I love you too,” Suguru was still clutching her robe. He's filthy now, from the dirt and the blood she got on him when they hugged.

Suguru curled his tail around himself to attempt to somehow get more comfortable. It's so cramped and small, but the soft fur provides some comfort. At least it's not rocks digging into his skin.

His mother quickly covered up the hole, Suguru closed his eyes. He curled up into himself to shield himself from the onslaught of dirt and rocks. He doesn't know how deep he's in the hole.

There's more screaming, people are pleading, asking why he did this. Suguru can't make out the big words the adults are using. He occupied himself by counting all the rocks he can see.

1..oh a spider..he likes spiders they're cute..2…5...Suguru can't wait to see his mom again 56...wow that rock looks cool..73...how will he pee if he only has one arm? 89....why does the village treat him differently? He follows the rules.

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Counting the rocks and pebbles became boring, Suguru feels even more cramped in. His neck hurts, but it's his ears where he feels it the most.

They hurt from being flattened to his head.

When is she coming back? The screaming stopped a long time ago. The only one he has heard is the loud growl. He doesn't hear a lot of alphas making those sounds. The alphas here are all nice to him, even after his dad died.

He wonders if Mr. Watanabo will let him play with his cats again.

Then there's the sound of rustling and heavy footsteps.

Suguru's eyes lit up, is she finally back for him?

“From what it looks like, there are no survivors.” A woman said, not his mother. Suguru went back to hunching over in the hole.

He's never heard anyone like that, and he knows everyone in the village!

“Are you sure? Have you checked every where?” Another man replied, Suguru knows he shouldn't eaves-drop. It's rude and he'll be labeled as a bad kid.

He tried to flatten his ears further. It doesn't seem to do anything because he can still hear the people above him.

“Yes Yaga there's no b-”

There's silence, but no screaming comes out like it usually does.

Huh?

Did the people stop moving? Should he get out to check? But he doesn't know how he'll get out, he's not that tall and his mom would be sad.

Suguru's eyes blinked quickly as he attempts to adjust to the sudden light. It's nighttime, but the dim light from the moon is enough to hurt.

“Call a Ieri member! Now!” He feels himself being pulled up. Someone adjusted their hands under his armpits to hoist him up on their hip.

“No..no my mommy said I need to stay here.” Suguru whimpers out, he lifts up his right arm to rub any dirt off of them.

But there's nothing, Suguru brought his other arm to feel around for it. He quickly opened his eyes, ignoring the pain he gets as he quickly looked.

Oh..that's right.

But it feels weird, he can feel his arm..well..the feeling of an arm.

“Please refrain from moving around too much, you've been badly injured.” The man spoke again, his voice is gentle. An alpha, Suguru notes.

“No mister, I need to go back. My mommy will be looking for me.” Suguru tried to break free from his grip.

Only to be held tighter, he didn't say anything.

But Suguru knows the look on his face

That's the look everybody had when his dad died.

“My mom!” Suguru began to struggle even more, he doesn't want to believe that's she's dead and gone. The man tightened his grip even more.

“Calm down,”

“No!” Suguru bit down his shoulder. The only spot that was visible to the young fox. “They already took my dad! Why did they take my mom too!” He tried to claw at him, this can't be real. His voice comes out shaky and unsteady, his eyes welled up with tears as his limbs thrash around.

He kicked and sobbed, nothing worked. Not even when he clawed or bites down. Suguru chest quickly falls up and down as he tries to catch his breath. He's tired. His head hurts, everything burns. This hurts even more than getting his arm torn from his body.

“I want my mommy.”

The alpha placed him down somewhere, he's hunched over Suguru.

Suguru looks away first, he recognized where he is. At the center of the village, there's blood on the floor. Actually, there's blood everywhere.

He doesn't recognize anyone around him, there's a lot of omegas and alphas rushing around. They look...different from his village neighbors. They're wearing some sort of uniform.

“I'm sorry..your mother is not coming back.” He said softly, Suguru sniffed when he turns to look at him. There's marks on his face, shame fills him.

“I'm sorry I hit you..” Suguru rushed the words out, his mom would be sad if he ever hit anyone like this. And the thought of her just made his eyes well up again, in front of everyone there.

Suguru's throat tightened, he doesn't want to cry anymore. He tilted his head down, hoping his hair would cover his face. Tears drop down onto his lap. “I just wanted my mommy..I didn't mean it, Mister.”

“Don't apologize, I understand why.” Suguru's body moved backwards, the man had pushed him down onto the futon. He opened his robe, first unwrapping the sticky fabric from his arm. “My name is Yaga, I'll explain more when I take you there.”

Suguru blinked, “Take me where?” He asked, he's never stepped a foot out of this village. Where was he supposed to go?

“To my village.” Yaga replied, even more strange people surrounded him. Specifically an older alpha woman, she didn't say anything. But by her scent alone, people moved out of her way.

Even Yaga

Suguru tried to not flinch, her eyes roamed his form. She's a doctor...at least he thinks she's one. She has gloves on, she pressed her hand against the wound.

Strange tingles go over his body, the area glowed. At first, Suguru doesn't seem anything, he doesn't even know what she did until she removed her hands.

The wound was closed and all that was left is a stump. He doesn't have any time to think and look over it before she then pressed her hand against his face.

Suguru didn't think anything was wrong with his face. Her hand hovers over his right eye, she pulled his eyelid back..she pulled his eyelid back?

“This will hurt, I'll try to restore your eyesight.” Suguru didn't even realize his eye has been hurt, he didn't feel the blood trickle down his face.

His face is on fire, he let out screech. It's so loud it bounced off the mountains and reflected back, a sound so similar to that of a wounded animal.

He pulled away from her immediately, he curled up into himself again. His tail guarding his body from her. He wants his mom, he wants her to hold him and comfort him. He wants to go see Mr. Watanabo and play.

“I'm only trying to help you,” She said, Suguru hears her moving behind him. Her scent got closer as she reached a hand.

Suguru whimpered in reply, his ears are flattened back as his singular eye is trained on her face.

“You're too blunt around pups. Ieri,” Yaga said behind her, Suguru relaxed when he sees him. Ieri glared at him.

“Children are going to need to face reality,” she scoffed, she did take a step back. Suguru doesn't flinch away from Yagas touch. He didn't need much coaxing.

“I'll hold you, don't be scared.”
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The place he's taken to is big, Suguru steps into one of the rooms in the village. He didn't have a lot of things, just a few pictures of his mom and of course. Clothes.

No one has really told him what's going on, he's only gotten even more worse glares from the people at his village.

Is it because he's a fox? No one around seems to be one.

Suguru left his room to roam around the new place he's taken to. A lot of servants averted their eyes. Some of them pulled back when they saw him.

“No. That boy needs to be kicked out. Fox or not, he's a demon.”

There are two men talking in a room. Sugurua body tensed, he knows they're talking about him.

“He's just a child, there hasn't been a lot of foxes around. Give him a chance,” A familiar voice replied, there's a hint of desperation.

All Suguru ever brings is misfortune.

“And how are you so sure he won't become demonic? Tell me Yaga,”

There's a long pause, Suguru pressed his ear further against the door.

“He's a good kid, I can tell. If anything does ever happen, I'll kill him and then myself.” Suguru's breath hitched, does he ever do anything right?

Suguru hears Yaga stand up, he quickly pulled away from the area. He's not fast enough, he's met face to face with Yaga. He's a lion, any signs of worry is wiped from his face.

“Oh, Suguru. How is the eye?” He asked, they couldn't save his eyesight. A large bandage covers his right side now.

“It feels..okay..” Suguru looked down, fiddling with the fabric of his clothes. He's never worn jeans before, the texture feels weird against his legs.

“That's good, get some rest. Training begins to-”

His ears twitches, he catches the sounds of people rushing down the hallway before he sees them. Several servants are running down the hall.

“Yaga! Yaga!” His words are rushed, his tail is twitching behind him.

Yaga sighed, he rubbed his temple. He turned around to give Suguru an apologetic look. “I'll explain more later.”

Suguru doesn't get the chance to reply. Yaga moved forward with them all.

“What did he do now?” 

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“I'm not coming down!” Satoru huffed, he's glaring down at everyone below him. His arms are crossed over his chest.

“Don't be ridiculous Satoru,” Yaga let out another sigh, there's always something Satoru is up to. Ever since he's grown horns he's been more restless than usual.

He already did shit like this, Yaga knows why. Even with the massive amount of attention he gets, Satoru wants more than just the fear from people.

He wants to be loved, he gets it.

But how can he when Satoru doesn't even let him in?

That's why he's sure having Suguru around will be good for him. Suguru is another young boy, someone who can be his peer. Suguru is promising, even with the demon that resides in him.

It's pretty rare that anyone gets to even see a fox, even more so with the nine tailed fox.

There hasn't been a singular record of them for years, it's an even bigger wonder how a small village has such a person. Usually, all power is bred within clans.

It'll be good for Satoru to have someone who can potentially rival him.

“I'm not coming down until they let me go by myself!” Satoru continued to throw his tantrums, he's standing at the edge of one of the estates. There's servants behind him and below him. All of them looked at Yaga.

“You know why you can't go by yourself, you're not strong enough. Satoru,” Yaga tried to reason, he placed his feet harder against the ground. He'll have to fly up there to get him down.

Satoru bristled, “Yes I am! I already can do magic and know how to fly!” Satoru took out his wings, they shine underneath the sunlight. There's always been a certain type of beauty that dragons carry.

Yaga caught him before he hits the ground.

They soared into the sky, passing by several trees and the water from the Gojo estate garden. Yaga flies them past it all, past the walls of the estate.

Their scenery changed from the massive amounts of trees and walls that Satoru feels trapped in, to a flower field and a ocean Yaga once wished he'd explore.

He placed Satoru down onto one of the bigger rocks. Satoru doesn't look at him, he fiddled with the scales of his arms.

“Satoru, you can barely control your wings and you want to go by yourself? Of course you're strong, but not enough to go out by yourself.” Yaga began, he stands over the young boy.

“I did have it! You just interrupted me!” Satoru whipped his head to glare at him, the edges of his six eyes began to open too.

“I helped you, you know how much your clan values you.” Yaga leaned down to sit next to Satoru. He muttered something under his breath, Yaga watched as Satoru tore out the grass.

“I don't need you to help me, I can do it by myself.” He pouts, throwing the grass into the nearby sea. “You're not as strong as me anyways, no one is.”

“No, you're wrong.” Yaga replied, he brings up the grass Satoru is tearing to shape them into objects. He channeled the energy in his hands to make a rough replica of Suguru.

“What do you mean I'm wrong!” Satoru stood up, his teeth bared at Yaga. It's a little funny, he thinks.

Satoru is barley eight, and he already shows signs of alpha behavior. It might be because he's a male dragon. Or maybe because he has the six eyes.

Yaga brings up the mini grass of Suguru, a fox. Satoru visibily rexaled, he sat back down on the grass.

He brought up his hands to  take it, he examined the figure. Turning it over to examine. One of his eyes popped out as if it would tell him any more.

“You do remember the village, right? There's a sole survivor.” Yaga began, “Geto Suguru, you two have the same initials. He has the nine tail demon.”

His eyes narrowed at the figure, “Really? He doesn't even have an arm.” He scoffed, the sharp edge of his nail went through the figure, making a hole right through his chest.

“Satoru! You haven't even met him,”

“I don't care, nobody can ever be as strong as me! Not even the nine tail demon!” Yaga brought down his fist to hit the top of his head.

“He's your peer, Shoko, you and him are now one of the newer teams. I expect you to collaborate and get along with him. Satoru, you understand me?” He doesn't typically try to use the fear people get when faced by an alpha.

But Satoru is never one to listen to anyone, so he has to tap into those instincts. Satoru glared at him, he's rubbing the top of his head but ultimately loses to his instincts.

“Yes..Yaga..”

-

“You're going to get both of us in trouble.” Shoko followed after Satoru, her ears flopped behind her head.

“We already get in trouble,” Satoru turned around to grin at the bunny hybrid. Shoko doesn't typically care for any of the power thing going on. Hell, she isn't even part of a major clan. The only reason she's here is because she possess a form of magic many others couldn't replicate.

She follows behind him, the hallways are long. The rooms here all have a reason, none of them are empty or unoccupied. And Satoru likes to mess with the higher ups.

Shoko does find it funny.

“What are you planning to do anyways?” She walked a bit faster to walk along side Satoru. Hes holding a bag, she can't sense anything from it. Well, nothing too malicious.

Satoru paused, he took out a packet of matches. “I started learning fire magic, don't you think this is a good way to practice it?”

“Really? Don't you think that's too far?” She replied, her ears straightened up. Satoru shrugged, the box levitating as he channeled his magic.

“Relax Shoko, they can handle a little fire.” He grinned, the sharp ends of his fangs peeking through. They began to move through the never ending halls, turning the corner to another familiar door.

“Hey! I won't cover for you, you know.” She huffed, for the most part. Satoru hasn't done anything to actively cause damage.

He stook his tongue out to her, “You scared?” His voice was filled with condensation, his eyes staring at her as if she was seeing her to do something.

Shoko kicked his shin, showing him the finger. Something she learned from watching the older Gojo members.

“Of course I'm not scared, I just don't want to be put on time out with you.” She replied, ignoring how he yelped at the sudden kick.

“We'll escape the room anyways.” He said, his voice low as he walked even quicker. It's not hard to spot out the door to the higher ups door.

It's big, there's a few portraits on the wall, all of them from previous successors and leaders. The area is decorated with gold, the design crawls up the door frame and inward to the side of the door. Not to mention the scents that fill the hall.

Shoko let out a soft sound when her face collided with Satorus back.

“Hey! Why'd you stop?!” She pressed her hand against her nose. Feeling the familiar sensation of blood dripping down.

She looked up when Satoru didn't reply, he's uncharacteristically silent. Shoko came closer to him. Her nose already stopped bleeding, Satoru placed a singular hand up, motioning her to keep quiet.

She watched as Satoru pressed his ear against the door.

“What is it?” She whispered, coming closer to also press her ear against the door. It twitches against the cold sensation. But she can hear someone.

There's always something going on in there. It's all boring grown up stuff. But there's someone in there, someone who's their age.

She shared a look with Satoru who shrugged his shoulder. “I think it's that one kid...you know...the demon?”

Her eyes widen in immediate surprise. Everyone has heard of him. She hasn't seen him, she doesn't think anyone has seen him yet.

But the whole clan has been a bit on edge over the fact that there's a  demon in the estate.

“Tch, I don't know why they're letting a literal demon stay in.” Satoru broke the silence, she can hear everything going on in there. It's not hard to do when her senses are made for this.

“Shut up, you haven't met an actual demon before.”

“Haa?! It's in the name Shoko! Demon? Hellooo?” He stomped his foot against the floor.

Shoko jumped back, she tugged on his shirt. He didn't budge at all, he swatted her hand away. Still on edge.

“Do you think demons are sweet? Where in history have they saved people or villages?” He continued on, his tail swishing in irritation.

“Satoru stop.” She panicked, she tried to shut him up by tugging his shirt a bit harder.

“No! Yaga won't tell me what to do! I don't care-!”

Shoko tried to warn him, her hands flailing left to right.

The doors opened and there he stood. Yaga-sensei with the demon boy standing behind him.

“I knew you were here, Satoru, Shoko.” His voice is commanding, he stared down at the two in disappointment, well...stared at Satoru .

Satoru's eyes darted to look behind him and then back to Yaga. He has his arms crossed out in front of his chest. He let out a sigh after a while.

He moved to the side, letting them see more of the fox hybrid. Wow, this is the first time either of them have seen a real fox.

“I'll be back, introduce yourselves. From now on, you're all teammate.” He said, the door shuts behind him as he steps back in.

They all just stare at one another. She's pretty sure the two are sizing up one another, but she's more curious over him.

He doesn't really look like anyone she's seen before, it might be more because of the fact that he's a fox. His features are soft, she knows it's bad to stare at someone.

But he's missing an arm and an eye. His hair is not long, but it's longer than most guys in the estate. It goes a little past his ears.

“Um, my name is Shoko Ieri, I focus on magic healing.” She was the first to speak up, a little nervous to be staring at a demon. But they're the same age? And he doesn't look that menacing.

He smiled at them, yeah. He's definitely not a bad demon, if that's even a thing.

“I'm Geto Suguru, I don't really know how to do anything yet.” He said softly. Despite how he looks, his voice is really soft.

She smiled back at him, she turned to look at Satoru. He's glaring at Suguru.

“Tch, your bangs are stupid. What type of hairstyle is that?” Shoko blinked, she quickly turned to look at Suguru. He didn't seem amused by it. The softness in his face was replaced by something else. He's more confused, she notes.

“What? You have old man hair, who has white hair?” He replied, narrowing his eyes at Satoru. Shoko can feel it. The tension arising between two people.

“Guys, Yaga will be out any moment now. I don't think you should be fighting.” She tried reasoning.

“At least I'm not weak like you. You don't even know how to fight. I bet you'll just have to rely on your demon powers.”

“What did you say?” Suguru's voice is raspy, he's standing taller than before. Oh well, she tried. “They told me you're the strongest. But are you really when you're born with it?”

Shoko took a step back, barely avoiding Satoru as he lunges for Suguru.

Now, it goes without saying that no one has ever fought Satoru and expected to win. Only fools ever challenge the six eyes.

But she watches as Suguru holds his ground. His own claws are out and they easily tear through his clothes.

Even with one hand, they're rolling around the floor. Teeth bared and deep growls, it's nothing like the play fighting pups would engage.

There's no burst of magic coming from Suguru, there's little to none of it. People who never tried magic can't summon anything with ease.

Satoru is the opposite of that. There's burst of magic flowing wherever he goes, the air is always buzzed with it when he's around.

Is it the demon that resides within Suguru? He's missing an arm, but he's holding pretty well against him.

She isn't sure who's ‘winning’. If that's what you can call it, Shoko has seen a lot of stuff like this, the clan says it's good for her to be..what was the word? The big word they used? It sounded like sanitizer? No, that's not right. De... something.

Well, it doesn't matter. Her eyes are trained at what's going on, none of them seem to be able to pin one another for a long time.

Her attention was drawn away when the floorboards shake. “I leave for five minutes! Five!” He said in a exasperated tone. Yaga reached quickly to pull Satoru up from his shirt. Effectively separating the two.

Satoru is still growling, he's kicking and flailing around. “Let me go! I wasn't done!” He snarled, his fangs biting down into his lower lip in anger. Blood drips onto the wooden floor boards. He himself is a mess, there's holes in his shirt now. His hair is even more messy than usual, and his pale skin colored in red.

Suguru doesn't look any better. His teeth are still bared, there's blood continuously flowing from his nose and onto his shirt. His tail has a bloody hand print and his once neat hair is sticking everywhere.

“I expected this from Satoru, but from you? Suguru?” Shoko took a step back, Suguru's ears flattened. But not Satoru, he kept trying to fight. She didn't know if she should laugh or cry.

“And you!” Yaga went back to Satoru, slightly shaking him. “It seems like you have learned nothing. I expect three essay's from you by tommrow.”

He lifted Satoru into the air, the command and warning scent managed to finally make him stop. He went pliant, his tail still swishing in irritation.

“Suguru, a word. And Satoru, get to those essays. Now.” He placed the boy down, she watched as Satoru stomps away, pushing past servants with glares.

“You can go back to your training, Shoko.” He pats her head. Shoko shook her head, she pointes towards Suguru who's still on the floor.

“Shouldn't I heal him? He's still bleeding “

Yaga looked at him and then back at Shoko. “Alright, let's go then.” He leaned over to help Suguru up. His ears are still flat against his head. Wow, she's really going to see the magic of a demon.

-

Suguru got punished.

Not harshly, not anything really interesting. If he's honest. He's simply cleaning the estate river. It's so long, he's seen a few people riding in it. Shoko told him that it's mostly maintained by magic.

He's pretty sure the real punishment is being next to Gojo.

He hears him complain, muttering under his breath. Suguru would sometimes steal glances, he can't help himself.

He has a tail and horns. Who isn't curious about that? Not to mention how unique he looks, it's easy to point him out in a crowd of people.

“What are you looking at?” Satoru snarled, Suguru scrunched up his face but he doesn't look away. He holds his gaze.

“Your stupid face.”

“I'm surprised the clan thinks your anything useful. If you ask me, you're more suited for a servant position.”

“You say that, but I don't see you going out there to fight.” Suguru replied, Gojo bared his teeth. It seems like a constant thing he does.

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Suguru is kneeling in front of a mirror. He's adjusting his prosthetic arm in place. It's the very first thing he used to learn magic.

He sometimes feels phantom pain, but in the three years, he's managed to be..more than the status the people gave him.

It took a while, but he managed to rid himself of the ‘demon’ title. Probably because Satoru is way worse than he is.

He still acts the same way. Childish and arrogant even after the two turned 11. He still does everything to one up Suguru.

And Suguru is no better.

“You're taking too long Suguru,” Shoko peered her head into his room. It's one of those days, they don't have anything planned on their special schedule. Simply because its the animal festival.

The Gojo clan funds it from the entire village, so as a reward. The students don't get any missions or training.

The two are going out to the cemetery.

Well, he was going to go by himself originally, he always takes every free day to go to his mother's grave. He's been told she wasn't buried.

It's more of a memorial type of thing and not an actual grave.

Yaga doesn't say it, but he knows that he put in the request for it.

“Sorry, I had to turn in a few papers.” He stood up, Shoko is dressed in a pink kimono. Her ears twitched. She has a scent patch already, it's no surprised that typically girls present first.

She's an alpha, much to everyone but her surprise. To be exact, she's more of a recessive omega.

“You're taking forever. I'm gonna go pee.” She said, turning back to walk down the hallways. Suguru smiled in reply, he stepped out of his room and into the garden estate.

His ears straightened when he feels the familiar electricity in the air.

There he is, practicing magic in the garden. Gojo is using several knifes and kunais. He's repeatedly throwing them in the air and stopping them from hitting his main body.

“What? Don't you have anything better to do?” Satoru turned to look at him, there's more scales decorating his arms. His horns have gotten bigger. He now sometimes opens up his two eyes on his cheek.

Suguru rolled his eyes in reply, he turned his back to pick out some of the flowers. “Rest days are given out for a reason.”

Satoru scoffed, Suguru reacts quickly to the kunai he threw his way. Catching it between his fingers, “Really? At least put a little more force.” He said, using the end of it to rid of the thorns in the roses.

“I don't think a weak fox like you will survive if I do so.” Satoru replied, several weapons are floating around him. All of them pointed at him.

“Psh, even Shoko could dodge them all.” Suguru rolled his eyes, his own magic buzzing in the air. He runs behind trees as the first round of knifes go for him. He rushed behind them, the knifes getting stuck on trees and the grass beneath him.

He climbed up one of the trees, staring down at the dragon. Satoru holds an arrow in his hand, he's busy sharpening it with the edge of his claw.

“You sure? I had to save your ass in our last mission. You couldn't even hold your own against a low level squirrel.” Satoru throws the arrow at his head.

“I don't have time for your nonsense Gojo. Fall over and die for all I care.” Suguru feels a snarl growing in his chest.

“You wish! Then you'll be more useful around, huh?” Satoru's eyes followed him as Suguru went back into where the flowers are. “Are you going to go frolic in the festival?”

Suguru hummed, he picked out a few more roses, “I'm going to go frolic in the cemetery, actually. Maybe you should pay a visit to your dad.”

Satoru bristled behind him, but he didn't attack him. There was a loud crack, Suguru turned around to see the pieces of wood from the dummy on the ground.

“Haa?! I don't even know him. Who cares about a bunch of dead people anyways?”

Suguru narrowed his eyes at him, “You need to be more respectful of the dead.”

Satoru turned to him again, the eye on his forehead opening to stare at him. “What, will they come out to curse me? Holding onto dead people only holds you back.” He scoffed, the arrow in his hand twirling in the air.

Suguru couldn't help it, his teeth bared at him. “You don't know what you're talking about.” He growled.

“Oh? Is that a sore spot for you? Suguru.”

He shouldn't.

He needs to be the bigger person here, he needs to walk away and not give into any of his tricks.

But he's looking at him with those stupid eyes. There's a quick crack in the air as magic charged up between Suguru.

Several puppets rose from the air, Satoru grinned. All of his eyes popped out, he hopped backwards. His own magic filling up.

Suguru hasn't mastered a lot of magic just yet. But he has cloning and puppet magic down to the tee.

He send them after Satoru, all of them destroyed within matter of seconds. But he has more, a lot more. Satoru tried to run forwards to reach him.

Suguru summoned more of them, he's taking steps back to keep their distance. Satoru moves quickly, Suguru made a singular clone to sneak from him.

“C’mon Suguru, three years and you still can't do basic magic?” Satoru reached the clone.

“I guess those six eyes can't tell you everything.” Suguru came behind him, his clone disappeared when Satoru reached out for it.

He whips his head back, he didn't have a change to put up his weird time magic before Suguru delivered a quick punch to his face.

Satoru is strong.

That's something no one can ever deny, he's so young. Yet he has a weakness.

Close combat

Suguru dug his nails into his horns, he takes this moment of surprise to slam his face against his knee.

It might be because of the demon that resides in him, but Suguru has always been stronger on the physical side.

Suguru brought up his fist to punch his chest, Satoru grunted in reply. He raised his leg to kick him, and before he could. Satoru grabbed his ankle, Suguru gets thrown back his magic.

“Cheap tricks, Suguru.”

“Stop calling me by my name.” Suguru groaned, he had to get ready. again . There's dirt on his clothes now. Some parts of his are torn, he can see the scrapes. The worst was a kunai he somehow managed to land.

“Nah, I think it's cute.” Satoru holds his nose. Suguru glared at him, he quickly snatched the few roses from the ground. He didn't even care if the throns dug into his skin.

“I'm going to surpass you, Gojo.” He spat out. Slipping back into the estate.

-

Presenting can be different, it comes at different times for guys. There was the signs when Suguru began.

Satoru got more on his nerves, he could simply grin. And that was enough to send them into another fist fight.

He put to much force into things now, from breaking his own puppets to breaking brooms. There's also the physical side of it.

Suguru's body began to grow more tails, as of now. He only has three, he notes the way his dick grew and his fangs became sharper.

He's standing in the training grounds, it's still 5 in the morning. He's always been an early riser, and of course. Satoru did the same, Suguru just finished shooting some arrows.

His ears perk up when he catches a glimpse of a tail. Satorus eyes don't pop out anymore, he leaned to control that.

He still looks stupid, he keeps his wings and scales hidden away. All you can see is his horns and his tail.

Suguru doesn't say anything to him, six years later and he still hates his guts. Even more so now that they have to share missions.

Satoru presented a week earlier, no one was surprised to find out that he's an alpha. Hell, the whole wedding proposals had began from other clans and from their own.

He has to admit that he feels a little bad for him.

He focused on sharpening his magic, he has learned a few more. Yaga has said he's a Jack of all trades but master of none. It's not entirely true.

Suguru has mastered all of puppet magic, and some of dark magic. That one came easier to him, he refrains from using it too often. It takes way too much magic and energy, and he needs at least a little bit to maintain function in his arm.

It took him ten minutes to realize Satoru stopped moving, he didn't even hear or sense the other sharpen anything.

Suguru turned to look at him, his eyebrow raised. “What? Did you finally become a slacker?” He asked, but there's something in his eyes.

Satoru began moving closer to him, he grabbed him by the collar of his t shirt. “Do you think you're funny?” He snarled, Suguru's eyes widen with Satoru leaned closer. Sniffing his shirt.

He didn't even have time to feel flustered.

Suguru bristled, he pushed him back. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“What? So you're just flaunting your scent around?” Satoru replied, glaring at him.

All traces of anger left him, he blinked. Bringing up his own shirt to sniff, he's right.

Oh.

Suguru is an alpha. 

Chapter Text

Being outside of the village for missions wasn't as bad as Suguru thought.

He managed to build a relationship with the people in the city. He'd occasionally spend his time take two twin pups. They're both birds and orphans. He sometimes sends them things when he's busy.

The people in the city are way nicer to him than the ones on the village. Despite his best attempts to relieve any fear, they still hesitate from getting any closer to Suguru.
It doesn't stop the higher ups from giving him several missions.

Suguru walks down the halls, he hasn't been on any missions with Satoru since they were sixteen. He avoids him most of the time.
It's definitely not an alpha thing. He can hang out with Shoko, he tolerates Mei Mei and accompanied Kento on some of his missions.

They're all alphas, his own doesn't react badly to them.

But not with Satoru.

He doesn't even take suppressants or even blocks his scent. He flaunts it like it's nothing, Satoru sneered at him whenever Suguru brings up the suggestion.

“Ugh, I don't know why they're sending me with you.” Satoru said, they're walking side by side towards Yaga’s office.

“Do you have to be a child at everything? You're twenty now.” Suguru responsed, he doesn't give much of a reaction. The dragon feeds on it.
“I'm not being a child at anything. I'm just asking why they're sending a cheerleader.”

Suguru rolled his eyes, he tries to make his tails not twitch in annoyance. He finally grew all nine of them. Suguru has yet to learn how to conceal anything.

“Yaga, we're here.” Suguru knocked on the door before opening it. He's at his desk, gesturing for the two to have a seat.

Of course, Satoru sat down, he propped his tail on the other seat. He gave him that stupid shit eating grin.

Suguru takes a seat on it. He stifled a snicker at the grunt leaving Satorus mouth. He knows that unless Satoru uses magic, he can't push him off.

Yaga doesn't say anything, he only sighs. He opened one of his drawers and pulls out the mission report.

“Anyways, you two are being sent to a temple. Demon activity is being suspected, you guys are being asked to deal with it.”

“Ha?!” Satoru interrupters, he pointed a finger at Suguru. “I have to go with him for such a lame mission? Cmon teach, you know I can go by myself.” His scent grew sour.

“This isn't an easy mission, there's more than one person and you're being asked to protect the temple.” Yaga replied, he looked at Suguru. Just another one of those exasperated looks. One Suguru understands.

Yaga hands them the file, which Satoru snatched up quickly. He looks unamused as always. “Yeah yeah, consider it already done.”

“Don't, and I mean it. Satoru, don't forget the veil.”

Suguru stood up first, fixing his baggy pants. Picking away the scales that managed to get stuck on the fabric. “We'll do this as quickly as we can.” Suguru bowed his head.

“Good, I knew I could trust in you. Suguru,”

Satoru scoffed, he opened the door first. He gave another nod to Yaga. The two reached the courtyard.

Satoru's wings spread out, his wings aren't feathered. They're rather transparent, he can the scales in them. He has touched them a few times when they sparred.

It's definitely one of the more softer spots in Satorus body.

“Are you going to continue to stare? Hurry up,” Satoru said, he's clearly irritated. His tail moving in irritation and his scent still sour.

“Shut up, I'm just checking our gear.” Suguru snarled, he wrapped his arms around his neck. He's getting ready for Satoru to take off. It's not the first time they've used this method for transportation.

It's just been a while since Suguru has gotten on him. Flight is something not a lot of people posses, not even the bird hybrids can keep it up for long. And most don't because of the sheer amount of energy and magic it takes.

Satoru doesn't even let him become comfortable before he soars up into the sky. “Fuck! Satoru slow down!” Suguru yelled, he grips the bag tighter. The wind sending his hair tie flying out somewhere. Suguru cursed as he reached out to grip Satoru's horn.

It's effective, Satoru yelps in surprise but he does slow down. He turned to look at him, glaring.

“What? Can't handle the speed?” He scoffed, dodging trees and bushes. “Now let go, unless you're trying to feel me up.”

Suguru rolled his eyes, he sat back down on his back, “Who'd touch a bastard like you?” He replied. Brushing his hair out of his face.

“A lot of omegas actually, but you wouldn't know.”

“I hope I don't know.” He grumbled, Satoru hovered over the city. They're in a smaller one, it's more secluded. The people here mostly just preserve important items. Every once in a while the demons they sealed away would come back up.

Demons are the highest form of evil, mostly because they're fully conscious. Their power is also something they don't take lightly.

He gets off quickly, the two of them show their ID’s first before being let inside.

This temple is specially called the Gojo temple. Supposedly named after the first dragon Gojo member.

Of course, it's huge. If it was the name Gojo. You can expect it to be luxurious.

They're greeted by a woman in a kimono. An omega, a peacock. She certainly has an interesting face.

“Follow me,” she said, her eyes averted as she leads them up the stairs. They pass several tori gates and get smacked by the branches of wisteria trees that managed to somehow grow out all the way over here.

She's a few more steps ahead, Satoru poked the tip of one of his tails. His face now obscured by those stupid bandages.

Suguru doesn't entertain the dragon, he swats his hand away from his tails. He hears him scoff, then of course. Speak.

“Gee, do you always walk this slow?”

“We're on sacred grounds Satoru,” Suguru replied, sure. He may not believe in any Gods, but he at least has manners.

“So? I'm sure I can take the dude in a fight.” He answered, skipping over several steps. Suguru narrowed his eyes, taking more steps not to fall behind.

“This is a God we're speaking of, show more respect.”

“Blegh, there you go again. Who cares about this all anyways?” In true Satoru fashion, he stuck his tongue out. Suguru had to become quicker to catch up the several steps Satoru began to take.

He'd skip over 5 and Satoru would skip over 6. At one point, they managed to leave the omega behind. It wasn't even walking anymore.

They began running, they rushed past several people. Suguru didn't even care about the flowers and leaves that got caught up in his hair and stuck to his ears.

All that matters is getting there first before Satoru.

He turned around to grin at Suguru, he sees it then. The magic around him buzzed even more. Satoru sprouts out his wings again to dash up.

“Fucking cheater.” Suguru muttered, he channeled his own magic, catching up behind Satoru in mere minutes. When he catches up to the bastard, he grabs the tips of his wings. He gave them a rough tug to halter his steps.

Satoru protested, abruptly putting them away so Suguru holds onto nothing, he quickly scrambled to grab the back of his shirt. In reply, Satoru tugged his hair.

They kept running but the several stairs, he vaugley hears the woman behind them telling them to stop.

“Yes! Im first!” Satoru gloated, his hair is sticking to his forehead.

“You won by an inch dumbass,” Suguru said through breathes. He hunched over to rest his hands on his knees. Taking a minute to catch his breath.

“Aw, don't be jealous Suguru. You'll win next time.” He mocked, touching the back of his ears. Suguru pinched his waist, Satoru immediately let go to give him an offended look.

His attention went away from him when he sniffed the scent of a angry omega. There she is, panting as she climbs up the stairs.

Suguru shared a look with Satoru, as much as it could be called that.

“I'll make a formal complaint to the Gojo Clan!”

-

“This is so boring,”

“Shut up and be on alert Gojo, who knows what's in these woods.”

Satoru rolled his eyes, they have been in the forest for about 2 hours and the most interesting thing was the kid they found. Oh, well a crude attempt of puppet magic.

“Nothing is happening, I think we should just call it quits.” Satoru said, messing with scales on his wrist. “Have any of your clone even sense anything?”

Suguru shook his head, he placed more strings on the floor. None that hurt them, but definitely would alert them to anything suspicious.

They continued to walk in silence, the only sound was the crunching of leaves that Satoru purposely stepped on.

He's bored.

His own eyes haven't sensed anything either. The one on the back of his neck sees a whole bunch of nothing.

Satoru turns to look at Suguru. He always makes good entertainment.

“Hey, hey! Su-gu-ru,what's your type?” He drawled his name out. Satoru came closer to him, he's so close he can see the faint scars that littered the right side of his face.

The lack of scent from Suguru actually annoys Satoru.

The fox always wears scent blockers. Satoru doesn't exactly need someone's scent to know what they're thinking. His eyes can tell him all of that.

But not with Suguru.

He never knows what he's thinking. Those stupid scent blocks are his enemy.

It's not like he doesn't know how he smells. He smells..earthy. As if it just stopped raining, Satoru is guilty of sniffing him when they had bump into each other.

After another long moment of silence, Satoru spoke again. “I’m more of an ass guy, you know? Oh! And I want my mate to be strong like me, definitely long hair and bangs.”

Suguru scoffed, he had half a mind to bristle at the reaction. But Suguru isn't tensed, actually. There's a smile on his face, it's small. But it's there.

Satoru can't stop staring, now. He knows beauty when he sees it. He ignores the way his heart fluttered.

“Asking for an omega as strong as you is pushing it. You might as well die alone. Not that you won't already,”

“Who said it has to be an omega?”

Suguru stilled, everyone knows what's expected of Satoru. But honestly? Who cares? If he's interested and into someone, what does their secondary gender matter? At least, that's what he thinks.

Satoru let out a fake teary sigh, he pressed his hand against his chest. “Are you that closed minded Suguru?” He feigned sadness.

Suguru coughed, he looks away from him. “Um..it's just...you're you.” He poked the tip of his horns. Satoru hates to admit it, so he won't ever say it out loud. But the feeling of Sugurus calloused hands on his horns feel nice.

Well, any touch from him. There's just something about it.

“Whats your type then?” Satoru grinned, his tail moving behind him as they walked through the forest again. “Big tits? Cute faces? Or someone tall?” He pestered him again.

He doesn't miss the way Suguru flushed.

He doesn't look at Satoru, “I don't have a type.” He muttered, he continuously fixed his bun. Despite there not being anything wrong with it.

“Aww, are you shy Suguru?” He poked his cheek, “Cmon, no one is around you can tell the truth. Boy talk and what not.” He continued to poke his cheek.

He doesn't even try to stop Suguru from pinching his cheek harshly.

“You're so annoying. Gojo.” His tone is harsh, but there's no trace of any actual annoyance from him.

Satoru's grin was wiped from his face, he knows Suguru feels it too. They both separated away, Suguru stayed on the ground while Satoru hopped up into a tree.

’There’s multiple of them, not demons. Humans.’

Suguru looks at him, Satoru put up three fingers. Satoru has worked with several people before, he's had to supervise and train people.

None of them ever caught up to him, none of them ever reached his level. They couldn't keep up with his stamina.

Suguru understood him without having to say anything.

Satoru moved quickly, he stayed up while Suguru stayed down. There's burst of magic through the woods.

“So this is Gojo Satoru.”

The several kunais shattered, his magic worked as a barrier. Breaking into several pieces and falling onto the ground.

“Ugh, just some low level.” Satoru said, chasing him through the trees. He put more magic into his body, bracing himself to take him down.

He doesn't kill him just yet, instead he takes him back to where Suguru is. There's two bunny hybrids on his floor. Already dead.

“Did they say anything?” He asked, he dragged the alpha along. Satoru pushed him down to sit near the dead bodies.

“No, they refused to talk.” Suguru replied, he looked over the other man. He leaned down to grab his chin forcefully. “So, what will it be? We can't spare you of course, but at least you'll be more useful.”

The man shook his head, he didn't get to say anything. His throat is already ripped out, blood dripping down from Satorus claws.

“Ew, you're so messy Suguru.” Satoru made a face. Suguru wiped away the blood with the victims clothes.

“Like you're any better.”

-

Nothing happened for 3 whole days, Satoru stopped complaining. Instead he asked random questions to Suguru, this is probably the longest time he's gone without throwing punches at him.

“Augh, all we're seeing is normal hybrids. They don't even speak.” Satoru said, getting rid of another body.

“Demons aren't exactly known for being caught easily.” Suguru kept walking, Satoru followed once more.

He's sure he knows this place inside and out. He can see the tree where he carved a dick in. Suguru added another one too.

“Wait, Satoru use your eyes.” Suguru suddenly said, they reached the edge of the woods, there's a river below them.

“Ha? Why?”

“Because I said so,” he responded so bluntly Satoru could have smoked it.

The one on his forehead opened. It's the best one out of all of his eyes. He usually doesn't have them all opened, it hurts when several information comes at you.

“Do you see anything?” Suguru asked, he's crouched down, forming a clone from the dirt beneath him.

“Yes... actually.” Satoru will never mistake dark energy. It seeped out and into the air, it must be some sort of illusion making. How come he didn't notice this before?

Suguru stood up, he held the mini version of himself. He watched as he packed it with magic, Satoru took steps back immediately.

Suguru throws the clone as hard as he could, he rushed back next to Satoru. They watched as the barrier disappeared to reveal more trees.

Now he can sense demons. Low level, but still. They both rushed in, once more. Suguru is on the ground and Satoru is the air. He took down about 20 of them.

They both ended up in anothe temple, it was bigger. But older, there's clear signs of deterioration.

He can see Suguru in there already, his tails being the first thing that comes into view. “What the fuck is this?”

“Some sort of abandoned area. Most of the demons here are vengful,” he replied, he wiped away the dust from a plaque to reveal words.

Temple of Noritoshi Kamo

Satoru bursted out laughing, “No way! I thought this place was gone!”

“You dare show your face to me?!Gojo!” Satoru whips his head around.

“That's her! The snake demon!” Suguru shouted, the ground beneath them shook. She's huge, she didn't even pay attention to Suguru.

Satoru dodged her first attack, pure magic. All of his eyes popped opened, he sees her movements. Can sense them before she does them.

Satoru hovered in the air, he throws one of his kunai into her arm. The magic burns through any scales, he sees her weak spot. Her nape.

She howled in pain, he took this opportunity to throw another one at her chest. Suguru stays behind her, he quickly pulls his sword out.

“Could you be any weaker?” He taunts, “Here I thought demons were stronger.” He said, Satoru moved out of her next attack, she's kept at bay. She growled, attempted to break through the magic.

“It's not nice to pick on the weak.” Suguru said, he had already taken down the two snakes she had managed to summon.

She whipped her head to look at Suguru, her eyes widened even if for just a second. Her defense lowered. “Nine tailed fox demon. So it's true.” she leaned down towards him. Her back is bare to Satoru.

This is it, his chance.

Satoru flew closer, red formed, something he doesn't do often. He has yet to master it, it had only worked once. Against a tree.

“Why are you teaming with someone like him?” She spat out, inspecting him. “I can fix your arm and eye, all you have to do is help me destroy this village.”

“Satoru! Don't!”

It's too late.

Pain blossomed over him.

He didn't see him

He didn't even sense him, he feels his body tumbling down. He feels his ribs crack in several pieces. He coughs up blood.

Satoru is staring up at the sky, he sees him coming into vision.

“Satoru!” Even turning his head hurts, Suguru is looking at him. He's being held back by her. His eyes are wild, a mixture of anger and panic.

Oh.

No one has ever looked that worried for him. His vision goes blurry, the last thing he ever sees is Suguru straining against her.

-

“They actively hunt us down. You shouldn't have grouped yourself with them.”

Suguru can't believe it.

This can't be happening, this shouldn't have been happening.

Satoru lays unmoving, he's not breathing anymore. “What did you do to him!?” He growled, there's someone on the ground. He's holding a pistol.

There's no energy. No magic, no scent.

An anomaly. Someone who holds no magic or hybrid features.

“That was easier than expected, do you need help with that?” He ignores Suguru in favor for her.

“No, just don't leave. I'm sure there'll be backup soon.” Suguru squirms, he can't get out.

She brings him along with him and into the temple. “I'm only trying to help.”

Suguru can't think straight. He only feels…anger. Something overcomes him, he's not sure what it is.

“What. Did. You. Do. To. Him.” He snarled again, for so long. He tried to keep the demon within him at bay, he ignored every instincts he has an an alpha and demon.

He can't control it now, he clawed down the snake's tail. Both his alpha and demon snarl. Suguru doesn't have any weapons anymore. He only has his puppets and brute magic.

He went for her throat, she didn't attack at first. Only keeping her defenses up. “Why do you insist on this!? Can't you see they're using you? Or is it because of that Gojo boy?”

She tried to reason. Suguru is sent backwards, he doesn't spend a single second before he's up again. “Don't talk about him.” Several clones rise from the ground. All of them surrounded her. She scoffed, standing back.

“There's plenty of boys we can get you. Don't be so difficult.”

She needs to die.

“I don't care about anyone else. You'll bring him back to me!” She grabbed him by his left arm, there's an audible crack. Metal falls apart under the pressure, there's nothing left.

Suguru grabbed her arm, he clawed through her scales, Sugurus clones did the same. She's torn apart by the various versions of him.

Suguru doesn't feel at peace until there is nothing left of her.

Eat her.

Yes..

That's what he needs to do.

Suguru brought up the chunks of her scales to his mouth.

It reeks, but he feels the demon within him rumble in satisfaction.

Suguru forces himself to keep it down, he slipped outside of the temple, everything hurts. But he has to make it to Suguru.

“So you're alive?” The man before him spoke, there's a hint of surprise.

“I'm going to fucking kill you.”

He went silent, then he grinned.Suguru watched as he brought out the split soul katana. “I'm sure you'll sell for a lot of money.”

-

Satoru finally understands it.

Energy makes magic.

Everyone knows that, but it's not easy to use it to heal. Energy is something only certain people, oh well. Sorcerers, have.

It's inherently negative, but match it with positive energy. And you can heal, Shoko never managed to explain this, simply because it came naturally to her.

But Satoru feels it.

He gets it.

"Are you for real?”

The anomaly asked, Satoru is late. Suguru is draped over his body. He isn't dead, but there's a whole lot of blood coming from his chest.

He gently pushed Suguru onto his back. Noting the markings on his cheek and his missing arm.

“I'm for real, real.” He feels strangely calm. Satoru doesn't even notice the moment he stopped being on the ground. He's being held up not by his wings, but by something greater. “I'm going to kill you.”

The man scoffed before laughing, he took another sword out. He stands below him, Satoru shoots off red, the anomaly is sent backwards. He crashed into the pillar, sending the ceiling down.

Satoru stared at the spot, he watched as he emerged from the rubble. He's holding one of the heavenly weapons.

So that's where it went.

‘I’m sorry, Suguru, I don't even feel angry for you right now. I don't feel any hate anymore. The world is so..good.’

“You know,” he began, “A lot of information always manages to get out. You're part of the Zenin clan. Aren't you?” Satoru charges up red, repelling back any weapons he throws at him.

It's not uncommon for information like this to get out. A lot of people know about Satoru, they know about his power and have semi plans to take him down.

But they don't know everything, hell. Purple is something only he and a few other members know about.

“Purple.”

There's a loud cracking sound in the air as Satoru fires it off. The temple behind the man collapsed down, there's only dust left behind. There's a hole left in him, parts of his organs slip out.

“Any last words?” Satoru dropped down onto the floor. He thinks, no. He knows the man, someone he last saw when he was five. He doesn't know his name, but he's sure the man is from the Zenin clan.

Satoru didn't expect him to actually speak.

He hesitated for a second. “In two or three years, my son will be sold to the Zenin clan. Do as you will with that information.”

Satoru paused, yeah. He isn't sure what to do with this information. He'll have to follow it up somehow, look for the kid somehow. Who knows what's up with the Zenin clan.

He died standing up.

Satoru stumbled back, everything hurts.

Too much usage of his magic and energy decently put a strain on his body. Despite this, he goes back to where he laid Suguru.

He takes Suguru’s jacket off. His button up is soaked with blood. He takes that off too. There's a nasty wound, damnit. One day he'll have to learn how to heal.

Satoru quickly wrapped Suguru's own shirt around his chest to stop the bleeding. He carefully put his hand underneath his head. Carefully avoiding staining his ears with blood.

-

Suguru didn't expect to wake up with his face pressed into Sartoru’s scent. It's not like he's not used to smelling him. He knows Satoru's scent, he just didn't expect him to be alive.

“Is this heaven?” He asked, he cringed at how raspy his voice sounds.

“Last time I checked, neither of us are dead.” Satoru replied, Suguru takes a moment to process what's going on. When he does, he grips his horn. Tugging it to make sure he's really alive.

“What the fuck? You were dead?!”

Satoru let out a pained grunt, he swats his hand away from his horns. “For a second! Stop pulling before I yank all of your tails out.”

Suguru let out a sigh, he placed his cheek back against his shoulder. Satoru has him hoisted up by holding his legs.

There's a rush of people who came to their aid. They're both separated and taken into the infirmary. Shoko grinned lazily when she saw him.

-

They three get to stay there for a week. Mostly because they can't exactly fight. Satoru's magic is being used up to heal his horn. It had somehow gotten split open.

He hasn't seen him for 2 days now.

Who cares about him anyways?

At least, that's what he tells himself. He helps the people in the village to forget about Satoru. He doesn't need to sleep. Suguru found that out a long time ago.

So he doesn't see him there either. For a moment, he thinks he's being ignored.

This is why he hates being left alone with his thoughts.

Suguru grumbled, he pulled his hair into a ponytail. It's hard to do so when his arm is gone. Suguru manages, he always does. It's just harder to do things.

He pulls out the futon, lighting up a candle and pulling out a mission report. He's glad he managed to learn how to write with his left hand.

Suguru doesn't even get to write anything when he gets distracted by a familiar scent. Coffee.

Suguru is embarrassed at how fast he turned his head around, Satoru appeared at the doorway, he's holding something that's wrapped in cloth. He has that stupid smile on his face. It's the first time he's noticed his dimples.

“Did you miss me? Suguru?” He closed the door behind him. Suguru averts his eyes quickly. He notes the way the room is filled with his scent. Mixing in with Sugurus.

He scoffed, “Cocky bastard,” he muttered, he ignored the sound of rustling from Satoru. Or the way he feels him come closer behind him.

“Here, you better appreciate it cause I took a damn carving class for this.” Satoru moved quickly, placing something on his desk and moving to the end of the room.

Suguru raised his eyebrow at him, “What? What is it? Should I be worried?” Suguru knows nothing in there is dangerous, he can't sense any dangerous things coming from it.

“Shut up and open it,”

Suguru rolled his eyes, he carefully peeled back the plastic.

An arm.

A wooden arm to be exact. When he informed the clan about his broken arm. They said it'll take a long while for them to make another.

“Gojo..” Something stirred within him, he turned around, adjusting the arm and snapping it into place. “Um..thank you for this “

“Hey! Back on a name basis?” Satoru complained, he flopped onto the futon. his futon.

“Your name sounds stupid.” His smile widened when Satorus tail twitched in irritation.

“You know what? Give it back.” He lunges for him.

They have sparred and fought before, this time it's more…playful. They rolled around on the floor, lame punches and weak slaps is all they exchanged.

They both ended up on the futon, Suguru was out of breath. He looks over Satoru, those blue eyes staring directly into his. His own chest is rising up.

It's strange how his alpha doesn't react aggressively to him. It simply may be just because he's known him for a long time. It's definitely just that, Suguru ignores how nice it feels to have someone else near.

“Get your own futon. This is mine,” Suguru poked his forehead, Satoru whined in reply. He wiggles around it. His back is facing Suguru, the blanket is already over his lower half.

“You don't even sleep! Dick,” Suguru shoved his shoulder, Satoru only responded with big over exaggerated snores. His tail is purposely getting up all over his space.

“Fine, goodnight. Satoru.”

-

Suguru is more than surprised at how clingy Satoru has become.

It didn't even matter that they're two alphas. He didn't feel the need to snarl or growl at him. He even ignores the way Satoru scents him.

He won't even ask himself if he's into Satoru.

Because he is. He isn't stupid, he knows these are courting behaviors. Afterall, they have two futons but he still insists on sleeping on one.

Satoru has long ago fallen asleep, Suguru is responding to letters from the Gojo clan. He had to explain what happened and how the snake demon is dead and they can't seal something that doesn't exist anymore.

He put out the candle on his desk, the room is shrouded in darkness. He rolled into bed, Suguru felt more at ease with Satoru.

Despite how sharp and arrogant he is when awake, he certainly has a soft face as he sleeps. The scales he hides when awake are littered down his arms and part of his face.

Actually, Satoru stopped hiding most of his features around him. Something about that fact made his alpha purr in satisfaction.

Suguru brushed his bangs out of his forehead, he settled down next to him. His breathing because more even and his features relaxed as he prepared to fall asleep.

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Suguru's back is pressed against Satoru's chest. Now, it wouldn't have been as weird or awkward if it was just that.

But it isn't, Satoru's cock is poking his back, his scent is heightened. Upon touching Satoru's hands, he knows why.

Sartoru's skin is hot to the touch, his breathing isn't steady anymore.

Satoru is in a rut.

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Suguru isn't too sure on how to react, should he move? Fight him?

He isn't given much time to think about it, he feels Satoru shift around him. His hips are pressed against his ass.

“Wake up bastard,” Suguru snarled, he smacked Satoru's arm. His scent is filled with a mixture of arousal and aggression. Suguru ignores the way heat pools into his stomach.

Satoru doesn't budge, he's leaning over him, his face pressed against his neck. So close to his scent gland.

“Mm…Suguru…” Satoru whimpered, he has an arm around his waist. The sharpness of his claws are pressed into his stomach.

“Satoru, you need an omega.” Suguru weakly protested, he shouldn't be doing this. Alphas aren't meant to help one another like this. Their bodies are much different than omegas.

“No..I need you.” He complained, his rips rocked against him again. Suguru let out a sigh, he turned his head to look at him. Any trace of smugness is gone from his face, his entire body is flushed. He catches the glint of his fangs. “Will you help me? Suguru?”

Suguru is going to hell.

His own cock twitched against his boxers, he should say no. He should find him an actual rut partner, he shouldn't entertain Satoru like this.

But he does. And he lets him, he lets those hands explore up his chest. Satoru is careful, his fingers traced over the scar on his chest.

“Fine, this is a one time thing.” He said, Satoru doesn't say anything. He's inhaling his scent, Suguru couldn't help the grunt that leaves him when Satoru nips and licks over it.

Satoru keeps grinding over his back, that's when he feels it.

Suguru pulled back quickly, he ignored Satorus whine and pulled his shorts down to confirm what he felt.

“You have two?!” Satoru let out a sharp gasp, his body became even more flushed. He's looking straight at them. Curious and well, shocked.

“What do they say? Two is better than one,” Satoru said through breathes. He isn't sure how to react, he runs his thumb over the leaking tip.

“So..how do you pee?” He asked hesitantly, Satoru smacks his back lightly. A soft hiss coming from his mouth.

“You're really asking me that right now? With your hand on my dick?” Satoru is glaring at him, Suguru shrugs. He adjusted his hand to grab them both.

“Can't blame a guy for being curious,” He replied, Suguru squeezed his cock..cocks? Together, there's a growing knot, there is only one.

Satoru grips his shoulder, cursing to himself as he bucks his hips into his hand. Suguru leans in to press a small kiss on his shoulder. He uses his free hand to feel him up.

His touch is slow, he can't exactly feel him since, well. His arm is fake. He more so does it to map his body, to give him some sensation.

“Ngh..I'm close..Suguru..”

“Hm? Already? Wow you're quick,” He teased, he placed more kisses on his gland and took the swollen gland into his mouth.

Satoru let out a feral growl. His pointed nails dig into his shirt. He really hopes Satoru doesn't tear his shirt.

He bites down his gland, not deep enough to leave any mating marks. Suguru isn't sure if alphas can even mark one another in that way. It's better to be safe than sorry.

Satoru's body tensed, his tail wrapped around his leg. He spills over his hand, both of them.

Suguru can't stop staring at it, ropes of cum paint his wrist. There is more than he expected there to be, Satoru spills over his stomach, his body is hunched over him.

He pulled his hand away, wiping it on Satoru's discarded shorts. “Well..I'm going to sleep.” Satoru doesn't let go of him though, he's about to swat him away.

Fuck, Satoru is still hard. He knows he's in rut, but most alphas need a break in between their fucking. “No, jerk yourself off.”

Satoru whined once more, he rests his cheek on Sugurus' shoulder. “But you're hard too! Cmon Suguru! You said you'd help me,” Suguru doesn't get the chance to react before he's pinned down.

“Satoru, we're not even on the futon you dick.” He muttered, the cool sensation of the tatami mat isn't bad. But he'd rather do this somewhere more comfortable.

“I don't care,” He leaned down to kiss him, Suguru sighed. Well, he did agree to help him. And he's a man of his word.

Suguru wraps his legs around his waist, he grips one of his horns. Satoru growled in reply, he bites Sugurus bottom lip. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to bruise him.

Satoru's cocks are settled between his thighs. Pressed against his own, Suguru bucked his hips into the feeling. He dragged his hand down his back, he grips the flesh of Satoru’s ass.

Satoru began grinding against him, Satoru kept licking and sucking marks into his neck.

It does feel good. Suguru thinks the worst part of this is that he doesn't really feel awkward about doing this with another alpha. Or even that it's Satoru.

Suguru cursed when Satoru pressed his hand down on his knot. He grinds down on his cock when quicker. His forehead is placed against his, “You're..fuck..insatiable.” He said through gasps.

Satoru only whimpers in reply, he pressed another kiss against his lips. He swallows up every groan and gasp that escapes Suguru.

Satoru came first, he kept grinding against him. He's slower this time, riding out his orgasm. Suguru comes after a few more strokes.

-

He wakes up again with Satorus cocks between his thighs. He's only allowed to get off after Satoru falls asleep again.

Suguru's first stop is at one of the convenience stores. He's merely going off based on his own ruts. He isn't too sure what to do, but he has a basic idea.

“What, don't tell me you're trying anal.” Shoko said from beside him. She doesn't even try to mask her amusement.

“Do you have to say this out loud?” Suguru replied, he's looking over one of the lubes he picked up.

“I'm serious though, you're really having fun, huh?” She lazily grins, an unlit cigarette hangs from her mouth. Should he tell her?

He's sure Shoko could care less that he's messing around with another alpha and more that he's messing around with Satoru .

“You're so nosey.” He snickered, Suguru looked down at the basket he grabbed. He isn't much of a sweets guy, but Satoru is. He grabbed a few of those, Shoko gave him a look. She grabbed some scent blockers for herself.

“Huh? I thought you hated these things,” She said, her nose twitched in curiosity.

“They're not for me. They're for Satoru, he went into rut.” He rips the bandage off, her eyes widened in amusement more than shock.

“What? No fucking way, are you guys seriously fucking?” She cackled, her hand placed on his back.
Suguru pinched her cheek in reply.

“It's a one time thing.”

“Sure it is,” She placed condoms into his basket. She didn't say anything, just gave him a look. Leave it to her to practice safety.

Suguru rolled his eyes, “What? I'm serious,” he placed other things. Just small things, hair ties, socks, a energy drink for himself.

“Well whatever, just remember to switch. Alphas aren't meant to take knots continuously.”

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Suguru doesn't even get to place the bag down, Satoru pressed him against the wall. He pours his scent into every place he can touch.

Suguru let out an embarrassingly loud moan when he pulled one of his tails. He didn't stop, his hands went lower to base, grabbing a handful of them and tugging.

“Fuck, slow down Satoru.” Suguru tugged his hair back, Satoru is still naked. His form is less put together, some of his eyes have popped out and there's way more scales trailing down his arms and some down his stomach.

He pushed his back onto the futon. Ignoring his complaints. “I have a few things for you,” he knelt down, Suguru takes out the lube and condoms he bought. He placed them next to the futon beside him.

He hands Satoru the chocolates, and he obviously devours them. Shoving them into his mouth without grace. He took this time to undress himself, he feels Satoru's eyes boring into him.

“What are you doing?” Satoru asked, his tail coming up to wrap around his thigh.

“What does it look like? You're not a virgin are you?” Satoru bristles in offense, Suguru smirks at him. He swats his tail away.

It definitely feels weird.

He isn't exactly like a virgin himself. He's slept with his fair share of omegas and betas. But never had he prepared himself.

Suguru has no doubts that Satoru will shove both of his cocks into him.

He goes slowly, he cursed to himself. Slipping another finger inside, it stops feeling weird after a while. He curled his fingers, hitting a certain spot that makes his toes curl.

Satoru didn't stop staring, he reached out to rest a hand on his hip. Squeezing the soft skin there, “Hurry up Suguru,” he complained.

“God you're so needy.” He teased, pressing a quick kiss to his jawline. Satoru is still hot, his skin is flushed and a light sheen of sweat covers him.

Once he thinks he's ready enough, he settled into the futon. His legs are spread and his cock is leaking against his stomach. Satoru quickly crawled between his thighs.

“Did you think I bought those condoms for nothing?” He glared at the dragon, holding his horns so he wouldn't come any closer.

“What? I don't want those stupid things.” He growled, his teeth bared.

“I don't care, do you know how much you come? Wear it or you can have a jerk off session.” He threatens, his own teeth are bared as a warning.

Satoru snatched them from the box, he quickly puts them on. Of course, Suguru isn't surprised when he adjusted both of them at his hole.

He's never felt more full.

Satoru doesn't move, he leans over to look at him. “Ready?” He asked, nuzzling against his jaw.

“Yeah, just be gentle.” Suguru replied, to his credit. Satoru does go slow at first. His nails dig into Satorus back, he needs something to ground him.

He can't even think, every thought disappeared as soon as Satoru sped up. He arched into the touch, his legs come to wrap tighter around his waist. He isn't sure if he wants him to go faster or slow down.

He’s stretched so the max, Satoru is ruthless with it. He fucks him deeply and quickly. Suguru bites down his shoulder, Satoru doesn't slow down. He growls, Suguru lets out a cry as he comes first.

Satoru doesn't slow down, he keeps fucking him until his knot popped. He collapsed on top of him, his head is resting on his chest. Satorus forehead is dripped on sweat. Something compels him to kiss him, he pressed one along the corner of his mouth.

The knot went down after thirty minutes. Satoru is placed on his stomach. “Does it hurt?” Suguru asked, he's scissoring his fingers inside him.

Satoru shakes his head, his face hidden in the pillow. Suguru pressed his fingers into his scales, this earns him a shiver. “Just shove it in already,” he complains.

“Are you crazy?” Suguru laughed, he kissed his shoulder, going up to his gland. He nipped it softly, Satoru let out a shuddered moan.

“I can handle it, I can handle anything.”

“You've never even done this before,” Suguru scoffed, he leaned back. He slips his cock into him, Satoru is so tight around him.

If he died right now, he wouldn't mind. Suguru wants to savor it, unlike Satoru. He pumps his hips slowly, his knot catching the rim.

He avoids fully going inside, there's still things he needs to do that he won't be able to finish if he knotted Satoru.

“You're so slow…I won't break.” Satoru gasped, he lightly trembled beneath him. Suguru snickered, the base of his tail. Stroking it upwards to shut him up.

It works, Satorus back arched even further, Suguru continued to kiss his nape. He's more composed than he was, he wraps a hand around one of his dicks. He flicked his thumb against the tip.

Satoru came when Suguru squeezed his growing knot. He thrust a few more times into his tight hole, spilling over into the condom.

Suguru discards it, he focuses on cleaning Satoru up. Running a towel over his sensitive body, he complained when Suguru made him move.

“Don't be a baby,” He said playfully, poking his cheek lightly. Satoru glares at him.

“Shut up, you know it hurts.” Satoru rolled over onto the futon to let Suguru take the towel from underneath him. He hands him the sweets and water he got him.

Satorus body quickly loses any heat, he's still sticky and sweaty. They'll be another hassle for him, Suguru cleans up the room to make it look nicer.

“What does this make us?” Satoru asked for where he laid. He has an arm throw across his eyes, he doesn't look at him. But he isn't upset either.

“Whatever you want us to be.” Suguru replied, Satoru rolled his eyes. He flipped over to lay on his side, staring at him.

“What? So you'll date me just like that?”

Suguru paused, the thought of Satoru being into him never crossed his mind. He was sure this was a singular one time thing.

“What are you talking about? Are you into me?”

Satoru groaned, “Oh yeah, because us fucking didn't mean anything to you.” His scent turned sour, he laid down so his back was turned to him.

Suguru couldn't help the smirk that formed on his face. He folds up the towel before approaching the futon. He laid down behind him.

Suguru pressed a kiss onto his shoulder, “Aw, don't be mad. Of course it meant something to me. Don't get me wrong, you're still an asshole-”

“Hey!”

“What? It's true,” Suguru laughed, he pressed another kiss on his cheek. His scent went back to it's regular smell. Satoru shifted to press his neck into his shoulder. He couldn't help but bury his face into his hair. He can't even bring himself to care about how sweaty and messy Suguru is.

He can live like this.