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The knock came at exactly six in the morning.
It was loud enough to shake the front door and echo in the house.
Yoichi jerked awake. For a moment he simply stared at his bedroom ceiling, disoriented by the noise. The house was still dark. Pale morning light seeped through the curtains, painting the room in shades of blue and gray.
Another knock came... Harder this time.
"What the-"
A voice echoed from downstairs.
"Coming!" His father yelled.
Yoichi sat up.
Something felt wrong... It felt uncomfortable and weirdly suffocating.
The atmosphere in the house had changed.
A tension in the air and a feeling that made the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand up.
He climbed out of bed and pulled on a hoodie before stepping into the hallway.
Below him he could hear muffled voices.
His father, mother and several unfamiliar ones.
His stomach twisted and churned.
Slowly, he descended the stairs. The closer he got, the clearer the conversation became.
"...must be some mistake." His mother's voice reached his ears.
She sounded nervous and stiff, so unlike her usual laid back and happy self.
"There is no mistake."
"We have the documentation."
Yoichi froze halfway down the stairs. Standing in his family's living room were four men in dark uniforms.
His father was standing between them and the rest of the house as his mother stood beside him.
Neither of them looked happy.
The men were strangers... But the insignia on their jackets wasn't.
PIFA.
The organization that oversaw international football.
But this only made Yoichi's confusion deepened.
What could PIFA want from his family?
One of the men noticed him and from that moment on everything changed.
His eyes locked onto Yoichi.
The room fell silent and Yoichi suddenly felt like prey.
"Yoichi." His mother said sharply. The usual nickname now absent. "Go upstairs."
His stomach dropped. That was never a good sign.
"What happened?"
"Upstairs." His father's voice was firm, but his gentle undertone was still lingering.
Yoichi didn't move... Couldn't move.
The strangers continued staring at him.
Not like football scouts or coaches.
And definetly not like normal people.
Their gazes were assessing, evaluating and studying.
The way someone might look at an expensive animal before deciding on wether to buy it or not.
A horrible feeling settled in his chest as one of the men stepped forward.
"There he is."
His mother immediately moved. Positioning herself between Yoichi and the stranger.
"No."
The man's expression didn't change.
"Mrs. Isagi-"
"No."
The word came out sharper, more desperate. Yoichi had never heard his mother sound like that before.
"What is going on?" he demanded.
Nobody answered and the silence told him everything.
His parents knew.
Whatever this was... They knew.
And they had been hiding it.
The realization hit him like a punch.
"Mom?"
his question caused her face to crumple.
Perhaps only for a second but it was enough.
Fear spread through him.
Real fear.
The kind that starts in your chest and sinks straight into your stomach.
The stranger pulled a folder from his briefcase.
"We are acting under international authority."
His father stepped forward.
"You are not taking my son."
The room instantly became tenser, if that was even possible.
The guards shifted.
"As unfortunate as this situation is, Mr. Isagi, your son qualifies under the Omega Preservation Act."
Everything clicked into his mind like pieces of a puzzle.
The secrecy about the medication, the doctor visits.
The warnings of his parents that knew no bounds.
The conversations that always stopped when he entered a room... The way his parents panicked whenever official paperwork was involved.
No.
No.
No.
His heart began racing.
"Don't." His voice came out small.
His mother turned toward him, there were tears in her eyes.
That terrified him more than anything could've in that moment.
"Mom."
The man opened the folder.
"Male omega. Confirmed."
The words echoed through the room.
Yoichi felt sick.
The guards began moving.
His father immediately stepped in front of them.
"Don't touch him."
The first guard grabbed his arm and the second moved around him.
Everything exploded into chaos.
"Don't touch my son!"
His mother's voice cracked.
Yoichi stumbled backward.
Panic flooded his body.
Run.
The instinct screamed at him.
Run.
One of the guards lunged... And Yoichi bolted.
He spun around and sprinted toward the kitchen.
Behind him people shouted. Heavy footsteps thundered through the house.
He nearly slipped on the tile floor.
A hand grabbed his sleeve. Yoichi reacted instinctively.
He bit the hand that grabbed him.
Hard.
The man screamed and the grip disappeared.
Yoichi kept running.
The back door.
If he could reach the back door-
Strong arms wrapped around his waist, causing the world to lurch.
"No!"
He kicked, thrashed and scratched.
Someone cursed while nother person grabbed his wrists.
Panic completely consumed him whole.
"LET ME GO!"
His father's voice roared somewhere behind him.
His mother was crying.
The sound broke something inside him.
"Mom!"
He fought harder.
Desperately and wildly.
Like a trapped animal.
The guards struggled to hold him.
One of them caught a kick directly to the stomach while another nearly lost his grip.
"Get off me!"
His scent exploded into the air.
Fear.
Anger.
Panic.
The guards tightened their hold.
A needle flashed briefly in his vision.
Yoichi's eyes widened.
"No."
The word came out as a whisper.
"No no no-"
The needle pierced his arm.
Pain came in before the cold.
His struggles became weaker and his limbs felt heavy.
The room began spinning.
"No..."
The last thing he saw was his mother breaking free from someone's grip.
Running toward him and reaching for him.
"Yoichi!"
Then darkness swallowed everything.
----//----
The next thing he remebers is hearing a loud, loud engine starting.
The Voices scratched his ear and made him want to scream his lungs out... But he couldn't do anything.
Everything was blurry.
Everything hurt.
He couldn't move even a single muscle.
Than the world around his started to shake before it eventually smoothed out.
And darkness welcomes him back once more.
Mom... Dad... Someone save me...