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Kim Rok Soo had just gotten off a three day mission, something about a coup, people being unhappy with the hierarchy. He had received a generous reward from the higher ups for preventing their assassination, and more.

And he was enjoying what waited for him, his Hyung's had finally asked him out for a date, the location was a pretty old worn cafe, reminiscing from Earth before the apocalypse, it was half restaurant half library and half of a coffee shop. But Kim Rok Soo enjoyed it mostly because of the rustic exterior that scared off any costumers, that was to say the least as only the elderly folks that had been here when the shop was in its prime, everyone else steered clear of the place. For fear of it collapsing on them, maybe?

When Kim Rok Soo entered he was greeted by the sound of a bell above his head, and the sight of a nervous Choi Jung Soo and a Lee soo hyuk who was habitually tapping his finger on the table, he suppressed what he thought've been a hideous grimace smile.

Jung Soo practically jumped out of his seat when he saw the scared male sit down, diagonal from him and Soo Hyuk who was by the way not startled, the handsome bastard must've seen Rok Soo come in.

His short nails pressed into his palms as he took in the sight of their dongsaeng, in all his glory with the addition of a couple scars that weren't on his body before, Rok Soo-ya looked divine, something that would surely get him scolded if said to the man's face.

Choi Jung Soo let out a shakey breath as he grabbed the menu, and a bright smile came to him when he saw something, it was returned with a quirked eyebrow from Rok Soo-ya and a amused smirk from Soo Hyuk. 

Gyah! Really his boyfriends were so darn pretty, it wasn't fair.

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PORT MAFIA

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Mori Ogai- Male Omega

Chuuya Nakahara- Male Omega

Akutagawa Ryunosuke- Male Omega

Kōyō Ozaki- Female Beta

Higuchi Ichiyõ- Female Beta

Akutagawa Gin- Female Alpha

Hirotsu Ryūrō- Male Beta

Kyūsaku Yumeno- ? Beta

Elise- Female Alpha

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ARMED DETECTIVE AGENCY 

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Fukuzawa Yukichi- Male Beta

Edogawa Ranpo- Male Omega

Akiko Yosano- Female Alpha

Kunikida Doppo- Male Beta

Dazai Osamu- Male Beta

Nakajima Atsushi- Male Alpha

Izumi Kyōka- Female beta

Kenji- Male Omega

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ABO_

A- Alpha

Alpha's are generally irrational, they often let their emotions take control. Usually they take on a dominant role in the relationship, though that doesn't mean they always do.

As an Alpha they are able to impregnate others, even a Female Alpha can impregnate. 

While Female A can lactate as a means to provide for their offspring, it is not as nutritional as an Omega's. Their vagina is also able to lubricate but less so, Female A commonly use lube for vaginal intercourse to be more pleasurable. 

A Female Alpha's phallus is generally sheathed during everyday life, being less rigid then males and more pleasurable as it enters omega males smoother, and young learn to retract theirs during the ages 4-8. As such it is seen as vulgar to have it shown outside of the bedroom. Female Alpha's have little to no chance of getting pregnant as they are generally infertile.

Heating cycles only happen once a year for Alpha's, in which their slowly pheromones are released without their consent and their hormones increase, this causes the involuntary need to reproduce.

B-Beta 

Beta's are the closest secondary gender similar to regular humans, Male Beta's have absolutely no chance pregnancy while Female Beta's are similar to a regular woman, with the additional gland that while much smaller than an Omega or Alpha's it still produces a light pheromone sometimes. Otherwise most Beta's are unable to scent people or things, as such most skilled assassins are Beta's as the leave no scent behind.

Beta glands are simply underdeveloped unable to be marked and unable to mark, while some are sensitive to pheromones they generally are ignorant to the other genders expelling them. This makes them the second best option for a Heat/Rut partner.

Beta's are generally unpredictable in their personalities, ranging form calm and boring to mean and repulsive, they normally have a slight discomfort to the smell of pheromones in the air. Many find it as the same as simply putting you phone number on yourself and begging for a night together.

O-Omega 

I got lazy ┐⁠(⁠‘⁠～⁠`⁠;⁠)⁠┌

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"I am unsure of when my child will wake from his slumber." 

The dreadful atmosphere surrounded the Alliance, Rosayln's sunny smile cracked at the gods words, Cage had come to relay the news she had gotten from her God.

Cage along with everyone loved Cale, but perhaps their love wasn't enough to fix his broken soul torn apart and mangled as it was from wars and curses, their Commander shouldered the burden alone. 

And now it seemed, the weight has finally become too much for him to bare, Cale had collapsed one normal afternoon with no warning.

With only the scent of Death on his body, Raon rushed to the Marquis Stan estate to find Cage, where she was feeling the grievance of her God for a reason she couldn't comprehend at the time.

She now knew, those bastards God's had pushed their love too far. And a select few of which felt any remorse for doing so, three alone stayed to help the redhead with the aftermath of the God's mess, only to be too late.

Cale had already succumbed to the claws of despair, as did all that broke their soul did, his connection with the sealed god only proved worse for him, as when the god recognized the soul that found him, it didn't want to release its hold.

But this only made his family suffer more, unable to save their Commander from the clutches of despair, they desperately looked, destroyed many smaller gods temples, and even glanced in the direction of the demonic race for a solution. At last, they found nothing but more despair, and in the end the god of Death said something.

So they waited.

Waited for their Commander, for their Love.

Years passed, and they grew and aged.

The kittens grew into fine cats, taking after their father, On embodied everything her father was taking his personality, while Hong's naturally red hair was dyed the same shade as his father, he became a gentleman with a hatred for anything sour much like Cale.

And Raon... He finally settled into a humanoid form, but the body was the exact same as Cale's only with his dark black hair and blue eyes. Throwing himself in books and harsh training, actively seeking more strength, the young dragon was determined to never be weak, unable to assist his Father-human.

...

Rosalyn and Eruhaben had come to a conclusion at one point, some of their family wouldn't make it until Cale woke up, Ron as scary and efficient as he was, was human at the end of the day. 

And Humans never lived very long.

They researched and discovered, with the help of Mary their local necromancer and the blood of a certain gold dragon, that they could extend the human life, if just a bit with the help of Raon's ability.

20 years, as if this never happened, as if their young master never fell asleep, they wouldn't age for twenty years.

And then they would have their Commander back.

It was like they weren't living, without Cale they stayed into a routine, no it couldn't be called living anymore, they were simply surviving.

Day to day they moved their bodies, Choi Han had once said they were akin to robots, programmed to repeat themselves everyday waiting for their creator to change the program into something else. No one knew what that was exactly.

Until one day Alberu had gone crazy, everyone of them was privy to the details, as they no longer were only themselves, no they all belonged to each other, to Cale.

Alberu no longer wanted to be the hopeless Emperor waiting for his love to come back, and so he became the tyrant Claude.

Cold and unfeeling, he pushed his family away, Choi Han-Felix persistently followed after him though, forever catching him when he fell from the high that heartless ruling would invoke.

...

A year passed.

...

Alberu had been cursed, one of the dancers performing on the day of their family's anniversaryNov. 8th-, did it, she had been a beautiful woman rivaling even elves with her looks.

They had slept together, he enjoyed it- everyone agreed to save their first for Cale-, Alberu had cried after he escorted the dancer-witch- out.

He cried in the embrace of his Instructor-nim, Choi Han was furious, at first he was a bit upset Alberu had broken their families vow and later after hearing everything, he was murderous at the woman that dared to touch something of their family's, his student-nim.

Alberu had a child.

That wench dared to name the girl Athanasia, as if her position as crown princess was set in stone, as if she was the next Empress.

Wasn't it though? None of Cale's children wanted the throne-

He killed everyone in the Ruby palace that night, every concubine that those petty nobles had sent him was killed, painting the walls redCale-, save for one maid.

He remembered this maid, she had followed after that dancer in awe like Cloeph followed Cale, perhaps that's why he spared her.

Cale would never forgive him if he killed a child, though conceived through rape-, perhaps that's why the baby lived.

He didn't want to waste time searching for a nanny for the girl, Lilian York would keep her mouth shut if she knew what's best for her.

...

Mary and the other dark elves had said that the aftermath of breaking that woman's curse would make him feel pain, black magic Eruhaben said was always fickle.

Alberu waited years, he would push through some black magic, he forgot many things. Thankfully Choi Han-Felix had been by his side to remind him.

The rest of their family had opted to stay out of all the history books, banning any writing related to the wars that their Commander led of took part in, Cale's name was never mentioned after a noble that badmouthed him was seen hung from his intestines upon his own manor the next morning. It was probably Beacrox, the chef and his father had a unsettling smile that day.

Clopeh had done something too, like the snake he was, along with Raon and the other dragons to make sure no one undeserving ever said Cale's name.

The Henituse Dukedom was idle, never openly showing their power but at the same time they always supported the Emperor, their wealth was well known throughout the Empire.

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14 years passed.

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Athanasia had always wondered how much her father loved her mother, it made her think of how beautiful Diana must've been to capture Claude's cold heart.

So she called Lucas to her aid, because for all that she laughed at him proclamations that he was the greatest, she knew that he was powerful.

"What's that princess?" The mocking tone called out from the left, teasing her enough to make Athy swing her fist at the offending.

It was Lucas, he had entered her room through the open window once again, she ignored the slight flutter her heart gave at that smug smile.

"Ugh" pouting that she had to ask, even though the bastard definitely knew what she wanted.

"Oh, powerful mage, won't you do this princess a favor of showing her what she so desires." 

Fluttering her light lashes at him, Athy exaggerated her voice for extra measure, she wasn't joking.

Athy realized that she desperately wanted to know what exactly transpired between her parents, why Claude was such a jerk, why her mother settled for a scumbag, and maybe why she was hated so much. 

It couldn't have just been Diana dying during birth or being a commoner, that couldn't warrant the looks she got from the Royal Fraction Noble's.

Her jeweled eyes clouded as her thoughts drifted away for Lucas, maybe, just maybe she would be able to find out what made her father so cold.

Lucas saw her face, the look of ignorance was written all over her, and while he could do what she wanted.

He was hesitant to say why he didn't approve, the problem is that the object of the viewing would have to be present as well.

Meaning that cold Emperor would have to willingly enter the room and sit down, without his little guard dog sensing anything amidst. That mutt would most definitely ruin any attempts of magic if he'd try to cast something on the Emperor.

"...Fine, but-! You have to get that red haired mutt not to interrupt."

There was a look of confusion before Athy realized who he was talking about. "Hey! Don't call Felix a mutt!"

Maybe she could get Lily to convince Felix to come, he seemed to always drops his guard around her, Athy felt like her ship was sailing.

Lily should like Felix if the blush on her cheeks when he had caught her was any judge, and Felix always treated Lily like a damsel he needed to protect. They were perfect together!

"I'll figure out something.." She muttered under her breath.

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"They're doing what...?"

Claude looked down at his loyal guard, well more like Cale's loyal guardian, who was looking like a scolded puppy at the disbelief in his gaze.

"Please... repeat what you just said..Han."

Choi Han with his red hair, at least had the decency to look sheepish after dropping a bomb on the Emperor.

"Student-Nim, Athanasia and that black-haired mage are going to look into your past, they will see your first love's life."

Claude-no Alberu, now knew why Felix-Choi Han had told him this, because no matter which name he went by his person would always be the same. 

The one Alberu Crossman loved the first and last, was Cale Henituse, Choi Han was essentially asking whether or not he was ready to finally have their Commander back.

After all, Twenty years have passed, and all their family had started dusting off the non-existent dust that laid on Cale's empty bed in place of him. Gathering back together after separating for so long.

Their beloved Redhead would finally return to them, free from the pain of a broken soul. Cale would greet them once again, this time staying.

They all were excited, and what better way to welcome their dearest Commander back to the mortal world than a show dedicated to him?

Cale would hate it- Alberu's sure he could get Clopeh to play those creepily clear recordings of Cale, his legend would be for the whole Empire to see after all.

Yes, this is the revenge he would get on his dearest dongsaeng for scaring them so bad, and after he would still give the bastard his slacker life.

It brought a tired smile to his face, without looking he could feel Choi Han doing the same, their Love would be coming back.

He sure made them all wait long enough.

There was a very happy hum that night, it creeped out all the dirty mice that tried to enter the Emperor's palace, and the artificial Red haired swordmaster hummed along to a tune not from this world.

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"Ah- I forgot to ask, Han-Ah what spell was that magician going to use?"

"Um.. Well, I asked Miss Rosayln and she said you would know which one it was if I gave you, ah! Here you go student-nim." There was a set of imaginary dog ears and a tail wagging behind the knight.

Alberu sweat dropped at his Choi Han, before reading the note Rosayln had written for him.

"Arcanum vetitum in passione"

His dongsaeng was going to throw a fit with that spell being used.

If what he was remembering was correct, the spell would show a past scene of the object of it and the objects beloved just a few times, but this spell was only cast on those whose beloved was dead.

His dongsaeng was definitely alive, and with the note Alberu could guess that instead of just showing Cale and him together, it would show Cale's whole past adventures since entering this world.

God, He was going to need a good wine and practical while also expensive gift to make up for this.

Choi Han innocently looked up at him as if he didn't know just how fucked they were. Because no matter how innocent that man looked, Alberu wasn't forgetting how much blood this swordmaster had on his hands.

None of this was making him feel the joy of his dear dongsaeng's return...!

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[N] merely flinched at the sudden voice in his head, acting unbothered by the loving voice that he knew came from the doll he carries.

"Darling~ when are you going to come back?"

A low voice whined, but [N] simply paid his husband no mind, he continued writing down what Crewel-Sensei spoke.

It seemed to be the wrong thing to do as the next moment [N] heard a low growl echo in his head.

"...should I punish you when you get back...?"

A chill went down the cold male's back, and [N] fought to keep the trembling of his hand unnoticed by his fellow classmates.

He shut his eyes as an onslaught of image, memories, appeared in his mind.

"Ah~ this just takes me back to our first night, doesn't it?~"

[N] knew his husband was an awful vile man, but he wished, oh how he wished. That he would've let him bury those memories in the fuzziness of [N]'s past.

"I have a great idea! What don't we recreate that night when you get back, my beloved~?" The seductive glint in his husband's-, Sukuna's voice almost caused [N] to vomit.

He gagged, ignoring the look his clansmen shot him. Ignore it, ignore it, ignore it ignore it ignoreit ignoreitIGNOREITIGNOREIT!

PleasePleasePleasePLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE!!!...

"After all, I'm sure you'll enjoy it just like before!"

Sukuna was a curse from the cold pits of hell, and he had chosen [N] as his obsession.

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"What are you doing...?"

Looking at down at the attractive male who held the hilt of a sword, a sword that was impaled into Sukuna.

".. Darling..." He blankly stares into his love's eyes, that stared back with fury and hatred. Tilting his head down, Sukuna failed to suppress an unnatural grin.

The contortion of muscles caused his love to recoil, of only slightly but who was Sukuna if not attentive to his beloved?

A madness seemingly unsealed from the lack of response, as Sukuna shook.

Was it from betrayal? Sadness? Or perhaps rage?

No, the curse shook with glee.

It was fine if he proceeded with the other plan now, right? After all, his love had acted downright awful towards himself. And after all the hard work the king of curses went through to prepare for their fine evening.

It was fine if he was a little greedy after all that, right?

Right, his love would thank him later, after he got over this little "rebellion".

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"I'm sorry-, I'm sorry! Please -!"

Ah, the begging of his cold stoic love was simply heavenly, and Sukuna was but a Curse, weak in the temptations of his love.

It echoed through the temple.

"Shut up." There, really as much as he loved to hear his darling's voice it was just getting to the good part.

He muzzled his love and tied him back to the cold alter with his curse energy, all that pushing and kicking would be troublesome.

Or maybe his love wanted to inflict pain upon him, did his cold love wish to try that? Well, the night was young, they had plenty time to try everything.

"Hush darling, you don't want that woman and her offspring to hear, do you?"

It brought Sukuna much rage that his love was forced to marry some lowly woman and to think that she even got to carry his darling's children. Those pesky higher ups just kept pushing his love for descendants, like dogs rutting after a bone they wished for to have [N]'s children to have his curse technique.

No, it didn't matter at all, after tonight he and [N] would be forever bound, in always that she could never be.

Deliriously he grins sinfully and full of teeth, peering down at his love and shivered at the pure look of hatred in those beautiful eyes.

They would look at him with love one day, he was sure, but he would settle with his raging attention for now.

Caressing the hair laid on his love's cheek, he brought it to his lips with a subtle peck, four red eyes hungrily gaze below him at his beloved.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure to please you more than that woman ever could~" Cooing at the recognition that dawned upon his love, it seemed [N] didn't realize what he was doing before?

 Was he not bold enough?

"You'll love it, me."

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"Mn~! Ah~"

Obscene moans came from the curse, as he poured more oil into himself in an effort to loosen himself, for his love.

"[N]~ won't you help me~?"

The cold male moved unwillingly as his body rushed to fulfill the order.

His long-calloused finger coated themselves in the mess of oil and other liquids, [N] shut his eyes in betrayal his body had committed.

A finger rubbed against the curses hole, the high concentrated curse energy helped open it with no pain. Entering [N] felt, he felt so much more then he ever wanted, he felt the hot almost scalding heat that wrapped around pulling his finger deeper in.

Another of the appendages attached to his palm pushed into the man above him. In and out, in and out.

It was never ending, the groans above head invoked a repulsive side of [N], a side he oh so wanted to bury alongside the man.

"Dar-ling~ I think I can take you now~" Disgusting.

[N] could only watch trapped and tied to the temples alter, as the man raised his hips above [N]'s own lower half.

In a way that would've been sensual to anyone else, [N] could only swallow down the bile that rose from the back of his throat. He bit down on his tongue at the sudden jerk, Sukuna started to-

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Fumio Katayama (片山文夫, Katayama Fumio) is the brother of Haruhi Fujioka and son of Ryouji Fujioka, stage name Ranka. Fumio had taken his mother's surname and after Kotoko's death when he was 8, Fumio has stayed with his maternal side of the family.

Kotoko Fujioka or Katayama, was the daughter of a wealthy family, though wanting independence she ran away, she begun working multiple jobs in hopes of paying her tuition so she could get a degree in law. Her dreams of being a righteous attorney felt far from reach when Kotoko had crossed a unspoken rule, she had thrown a powerful lady in jail after a successful day in court. But the lady was backed by her wealthy family and what was one attorney in the face of millions.

Kotoko was blacklisted and her reputation as a trustworthy attorney plummeted, that was when she met Ryouji. After the past bartender had found her drinking away her troubles he was taken a back from the beautiful and strong woman that went through hardships and still persevered. 

After dating for a couple years they got engaged, and the lady that blacklisted Kotoko had seemed to forget about her, Kotoko had finally gotten back her job and enjoyed her life. Then she and her fiance had discovered that she was pregnant, they had all but rushed to plan the perfect wedding, but still were a little late.

And that's when their precious baby boy was born, Kotoko had named him Fumio, and as he was born out of wedlock little Fumio had taken Kotoko's family name Katayama. She took her paid leave to play and care for her son, a year later her and Ryouji got married.

Watching her son grow Kotoko had felt a little reluctant and she and her husband soon gave life to a beautiful baby girl. Kotoko was satisfied, until her family had started to pester her, her father and mother had wanted to see their grandchildren. She didn't want them anywhere near her kids and threatened to sue them if they so much as came near her new family.

Then when her precious babies were only seven and five, Kotoko had gotten involved in a serious job, her client had been accused of manslaughter. She knew the her client was innocent, therefore Kotoko searched for any and all evidence to prove him not guilty. But Kotoko hadn't learned from before and she angered another rich man, he had plotted for so long to inherit the family business only for it to be ruined by a commoner attorney? 

Kotoko was plotted against, and died in an 'accident' , the building she was working late hour to find more evidence for her client was set on fire. She was the only one who stayed behind and was caught in the flames, coincidentally all of the evidence was also burned in the fire.

Ryouji was heartbroken by the new, along with his seven year old son Fumio, Haruhi was still too young to know what really happened but she still cried when she knew her mother would never come back home.

The tragedy wasn't over yet, when the Katayama's found out about their run away daughters death they no longer could wait, what if they stood by and the grandson also got caught up in his mother's business. Yes, they knew that their daughter had messed with some rich man and had gotten killed in reverse. But since she had cut them off they had forbidden anyone in the clan to help her.

And that's how seven year old Fumio was taken to live with his maternal family. There was nothing Ryouji could do except hide his daughter, incase they changed their minds and wanted both children.

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"Doc- doctor!" 

The desperate pleas went unacknowledged, as the Doctor simply hummed to his assistant.

"Experiment Number 671, Failure." 

And the doctor's helper flipped the page on their clipboard, noting down the failed experiment with no emotional shifts.

The Doctor passed by the the grotesque science experiment which banged on the glass wall that confined it. Snapping his gloved fingers, the assistant watch as the Doctor disposed of the failure with no remorse.

A faint cold sweat passed over the assistant, but they confirmed the disposal, writing it down and followed after the Doctor. 

Nevertheless the assistant knew where they stood, and if they didn't step out of line they wouldn't become the Doctor's next test subject.

Even though the green lighting wasn't enough to clear away the darkness of the underground lab the Doctor glided throughout it with ease, as if he could see even in the pitch black, straight to the next room.

The assistant didn't question how the Doctor knew where everything was nor did they question how the next day, all of the blood and unidentified spills and splatters were cleaned, as if they were never there before. 

Yes, the assistant's only job was to make sure every experiments failure was written down, and disposed of properly.

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"Ah if it isn't the Doctor, I've heard all about you."

The man that spoke was wearing a crimson scarf resting on his shoulders it almost touched the ground. Not that it would matter, the blood on the floor would match it.

The Doctor tilted his head in lieu of answering him, his mask reminiscent of a plague doctor, not once stopping his hands as he listened to the man in black.

"Hm.."

Unoffended by the way the Doctor disregarded him, the man continued with his chatter. Only pausing for a moment before changing his light hearted demeanour.

"... Doctor, I have an offer for you."

Still no response.

"If you accept I wouldn't mind providing you with plenty of test subjects along with a lab, and of course finances for whatever your experiments could need."

That got the Doctor's attention, his bloodied glove twisted in a direction that caused the patients screaming to stop abruptly, a pity the man in black was growing accustomed to them as a sort of white noise.

But to the man's unabashedly's excitement, the Doctor replied.

"Well? Continue." 

The man with the red scarf clapped his hand together in some childish manner, a smile pulled at his face as his magenta eyes curved.

"As a peer in medical research, I would like to extend an hand to you."

Yes, Mori Ougai had been delighted with the extra addition to his Mafia.

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"Hush-!" A warm finger was pressed on the woman's mouth, though it failed to meet her lips as they were blocked behind a strap.

The assistant looked up from their clipboard and at the woman, exhausted from her muffled screams.

They could only imagine how irritated the Doctor would be, the man wasn't known for his patience after all...

CLICK!

Uh oh, the assistant placed down a syringe back in its place after an inspection to make sure of it's cleanliness, and stood off too the side.

A bow to the Doctor before he started his experiment was akin to a prayer they had found, for it sometimes happened to cool down his erratic temper.

Other times, well the Doctor found the act of groveling repulsive.

Though the assistant could tell now it would be one of the latter situations, it seemed the Doctor had already been aggravated before the surgery.

They silently wondered what the Doctor's previous meeting was about, but then again that was nothing an assistant like them should know.

And the muffled cries of the women only proved to be an irritation that further incensed him.

The assistant no longer paid any mind to the woman, they had already warned her to quiet down, anything that happened afterwards was her own fault.

"Ta Doctor's in..." They clicked on a little button the lit up the outside red, it was a precaution for other members of the Mafia, in case anyone was foolish enough to stumble in the Doctor's workplace. 

The red light was made to warn others off.

A malicious grin settled up on the Doctor's face. 

"Subject 0, Ability: Romeo to Juliet. Possessing ta ability t' ensnare its object of attention, ta object has shown signs of mindlessly pleasing ta subject no matter ta cost.-" The assistant looked back down at their clipboard, pausing slightly.

"Condition of activation: Ta subjects attracting ta object's attention with er words Art Thou."

The Doctor didn't mind the fact that this was obviously an enemy of the Port Mafia, it was clear that Mori would have recruited her otherwise, the Doctor was going to enjoy this operation if not just for the fact Mori would give him a reward for her disposal.

"Now why don't you be a dear, and give me your full attention~"

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"Doctor-san~"

An annoying voice grated on his nerves, the Doctor was currently treating one Dazai Osamu after a failure of a suicide attempt, apparently there was a hole in the shipping crate he was burning charcoal in.

"Shut up, the only thing you should be doing is breathing! if Mori takes away the new equipment I want because you succeed in your dreams of killing yourself, I will personally bring you back and this time make you incapable of killing yourself..."

The brat pouted, and suddenly the Doctor didn't care anymore, he was sending in one of his segments next time this burnt cat of a suicidal child survived it's attempts.

A gloved hand picked up the formally dressed dark haired boy by his covered vertebrae and tossed him out of the room. 

Next time his segments will personally fulfill the brat's wish for eternal somnolence.

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It was a month later when the brat came in with a broken arm, and the Doctor wanted to preform an amputation. 

But he still treated the brat's arm, because the psychologist in him craves for information on the human mind, especially one on as inhuman as Dazai Osamu.

The boy was speaking of the one who broke his arm almost fondly, the Doctor stared at the brat when a gloating sneer passed over his lips.

"I was unaware you took pleasure in receiving damage to your nociceptors, especially when you transmit information so vividly."(I didn't know you were a masochist.)

Maybe it was the drugs, but the brat took a moment to decipher the meaning of his words, or perhaps it was the Doctor's accent that made his words hard to hear.

But when the boy's mind, set down all the other plots and schemes it was planning, it finally clicked and he hissed at him like a fucking cat, recoiling and hurriedly went to defend his honor. 

"I-I DON'T ENJOY PAIN!?" What was this feeling in the his chest? Was this the enjoyment of causing someone distress? The doctor didn't quite know how to feel about that so, he jote down a note for later to review that theory.

Then he looked down at the overgrown kitten that looked about ready to cry, though he doctor doubted that the brat could actually cry.

He hummed and pick up the still whining brat dropped him outside the lab and locked the iron doors this time. Even if it wouldn't be much use in face of that brat's lock picking proficiency.

The doctor went back to his computer and research that was left aside, tab still open he clicked and every nerve in his body stilled at the sight that greeted him.

In place of dense medical records of past data collected and organized in a precise essay, was a paragraph that roughly translated into one short sentence..

"That brat is going to live long and painfully." Clicking off of the tab, the doctor lowered his head.

"Assistant!"

The sound of the doctor slamming his hand on solid epoxy resin coated stone desk.

On the computer there was a flashing bright orange font, the read

- Boring Medical records, even more brain rotting words. Boring!!!

Later the assistant would inwardly complain about the increase of paperwork and backup drives of research.

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You know what's funny, Shouto getting his scar because of that kettle accident (from the kettle or his mother's ice doesn't matter) and what I found researching for another ff- 

okama (お釜, "kettle"/"cauldron", slang interchangeably used for gay men, drag queens, gender nonconforming men and transgender women)

Like?!? My boy was set up!!! And him only using his fire after Midoriya said something, him also only telling midoriya about his family situation, and then him going to Midoriya for more advice abt his mom. Kōhei Horikoshi knew wtf they were doing.

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"...So, now that were here... who exactly are we reacting to?" Lawrence smooth voice sounded out.

Separately seated was werewolves and human students, the room wasn't large enough to be called an auditorium but it was bigger than a classroom.

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[ Reacting to "Zane Ro'Meave" ]

Garroth's head shot up at the mention of his baby brother, along with his brother Vlad.

Gene recognized the name of the kid who, back when he was still in school pestered him all the time to join his group.

"The leader of Jury?.."

"I heard he vandalized Nurse Linda's car!..."

"Didn't they say that he was caught bringing alcohol to a party..."

Hearing some of the human students whispered about his older brother, Vlyad didn't know what to feel, it wasn't like they were close or something. But hearing others say you brother is some kind of delinquent was... off-putting.

Gene on the other hand looked intrigued by whatever changed the little freshmen that bothered him like a fly before went through to earn him such a reputation.

Aphmau was a bit annoyed that they were reacting to that jerk, who now it seemed had become a bully.

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[ Now showing... JURY ]

"What is... Jury?" Garroth's big brother senses were tingling, letting him know that whatever this Jury was, wasn't good for his baby brother.

[ Answering... JURY is a coterie of Individuals that often cause borderline illegal trouble. They are also Zane's group of friends... ]

Garroth gawked, and for that moment he has one thought, how was he meant to tell their Mamma?! His baby bro had gotten involved with degenerates as if his little emo phase wasn't enough...

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[ Zane stared blankly with his uncovered eye at the thing in front of him, Haylen was down on his knees, with his head placed between a girl's legs.

A faint glimpse of disgust rose in him, but he just rolled his one uncovered eye in annoyance at once again catching the dull haired boy in such a scenario.

"I thought Lade told you to stop, -" Zane's repulsion was evident now, as he gestured at them, "this..." ]

"WOaH!" Aphmau squeaked, her voice cracking just a bit from how high she screamed, "Wha- what the hell?!"

Vylad would also like to say that he didn't need to see any of that, and judging by the crinkled noses of most of the people watching, neither did they.

Dark haired Gene simply huffed at the screen, it was a bit uncomfortable watching some kids sexual adventures on a big screen, but he got the feeling that's not what this clip was going to be about.

Though Aphmau's voice crack was adorable, so that was a plus, he was sure he wasn't the only guy thinking that.

Lawrence awkwardly tugged on the blonde's shirt, getting his friends attention.

"...Did you know your brother hung out with people?" Which wasn't really a question he knew that, for as long as Lawrence could remember garroth had complained and worried about his 'baby brother's' lack of friends.

It was a stupid question.

A stupid question, that made garroth question whether he even knew his brother anymore, years have proved that he did. But apparently his baby bro had friends, at least two. He looked down and cataloged the dull haired boy looks to memory, he had to know his baby brother's friends from somewhere, garroth knew everybody.

[ Haylen only threw the black haired teen a smirk before he continued, causing Zane to groan and walk out of the stall.

The Italian was too tired to deal with his friends bullshit.

Out of the bathroom, there sat Lade and Freml, who both were doing nothing but typing to someone. Probably in some groupchat.

Zane was so close to filling their water bottles with whatever he could find in the science lab.

Which they both must've gotten the hint because they put away their phones.

"Hey Zanie, you get the things from Lauren? Apparently she was hoarding all the fake blood." Lade was a bitch but he was Zane's bitchy friend, so it worked. As the taller boy walked over to him, Zane just watched him, not ready to deal with his bullshit.

"What were you going as this year?" ]

Garroth was jealous, just a little bit, seeing his baby brother hang out with others stung. But also how come he never thought to call him Zanie? 

It was such a cute nickname, oh! He was so telling their mamma, who would no doubt make it her job to call Zane that at any time.

[ Zane squirmed as his taller friends slouched their body weights over him, honestly he wasn't that short. And no, Freml he wasn't going as Twink or a femboy, the anarchist in him would never let that happen. 

"I told you assholes what I was going to be!" The two idiots just looked at each other with that dumb look on their faces.

"My costume goes with Stella's..."

"Oh... You're going to be little Alice?"

"Yes-NO! What the fuck Freml?! I'm gonna be Kakashi!" 

"The hot pervert? You could definitely pull (me)"

"...I'm choosing to ignore you Lade." 

"Shut up you gays, I thought Stella was going as the Red Queen?"

Zane shoved Lade off him as he kept kissing the side of his mask, and turned his attention to his female friend.

"No, her Dad didn't let her, and she switched to Obito."]

"So this is recent? Halloween just passed..."

Lawrence's mind wandered for a moment, glancing at his blonde friend.

Who turned thinking, put down two fingers as if counting before he replied, "...not Susie's, not Andrew, he was at Derek's party!"

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The flickering orange lights a reflection of the low quality environment surrounded two bodies, looking closer blood pooled underneath the bodies. 

One covered in black, and stained white bandages peeked out from the crook of the boys neck. The gangly boy covered the other, only the vibrant hair stood out from the mess of black, red and white. Though that too was covered by a designer hat the rested on the unconscious boy's head.

That was the sight Sasaki Asahi, a normal police woman was greeted to one her early patrol. She normally left the old apartment alone but remembering that she hadn't in fact inspected it yesterday like she wanted to, Asahi thought she should inspect it today.

Naturally, when she stumbled across such a scary scene she did the only normal thing to do in such a situation, she screamed for a hero.

Making use of her quirk Asahi quickly type in a old friends number, tear in her eye as she looked over the two boys, Asahi gagged at the second look.

Her job mostly consisted of dealing with mobs and damage control, so faced with such a gruesome scene she was lost. But her moral responsibility forced her to continue moving.

Raising a trembling hand Asahi checked the pulse of the vibrant haired boy first, he was still breathing but seeing as the other bandaged boy was in the position of protecting him, her heart was still unsteady.

It only calmed when she felt the faint pulse of the bandaged boy, he was so young, did she purse her lips and pull them into a better position. Worried that their breath would weaken if they were left like that, she layed them down.

Her hands carried the blood of the two boys when she finished moving them, shakily she pressed the call button on her phone, but the blood-, slipped a couple times before dialing.

'Come on pick up, pick up-pick up!'

The call finally went through and Asahi heard the grumpy voice on the other side.

"What is it? You know I just got off my patrol..." A sleep deprived gritty sound echoed in the stairwell, 

Asahi choked back a pitiful sound before her wobbly voice came out, "...Shouta, I need back up at the old apartment complex, near old man Kenji's shop. Two kids injured, non-fatal, three gunshot wounds, about seven pints of blood on the ground. No signs of Villains. Requesting medical-... assistance." 

Her voice cracked near the end but she did it, she called for help, those two boys would be saved if she could just wait until the Heroes could arrive. She didn't dare think about how these kids obtained such violent injuries.

Asahi prayed they would be saved, closing her as she grasped the two boys hands tightly. 

'Please make it in time Shouta...'

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"What...?"

A grimace crossed the long haired man's face, his scraggly stubble making him look almost homeless.

"You heard me Asahi, we can't find anything in the system about them."

Asahi did her old friend, and sure there were children that born on the streets didn't have any identification, but they were all in the system. Did that mean-?

"...you don't think..."

The grim nod she got in real was all the answer she needed. Asahi could no longer put up a strong and brave front, she was always a little too weak-hearted.

Those two boys couldn't be-, the possibility that they came from that dirty place, a port city filled with crime and without the gift of quirks. 

Yokohama.

It was as good as Tartarus with its reputation alone, seemingly untouched by the evolution that brought quirks, Yokohama was a city without heroes. Though that didn't mean villainous individuals didn't appear in the port city.

The villains in Yokohama simply didn't have the advantage of a quirk, they still possessed their nasty minds that brought terror down upon the city, and that their government didn't allow heroes in only showed how far the corruption had traveled.

Nowhere in that city was safe, much less for children, children who by the looks of it were no older than Shouta's students.

Asahi threw her friend a look.

Yokohama was a quirkless city.

Shouta looked over at the two boys that were placed in their respective cells, the detectives were waiting for them to wake. To ask them the routine questions that all that had connections with Yokohama were asked.

He fists clenched, Shouta hated the fact that the boys had only gotten barely any medical help before being thrown into jail, all for what?  A flimsy law that was put in place because some higher ups were paranoid? How hypocritical it was for him of all people to be thinking this...

With his connections as an underground hero, he had made sure it would just be the regular law required questions, but that alone would still take a day to complete.

".... ta.."

Damnit why couldn't he help two kids when that's his job? Shouta was really trying, he was. But when laws like this popped up, he questioned whether or not the HPSC was going too far.

Doubts just kept emerging from his mind, was this really the heroic way to do things? It definitely wasn't the morally ethical way...

"Shouta!"

His head snapped up at Asahi who had rested a hand on his shoulder, he didn't even notice her moving from across the room, was he losing his touch?

"...calm down and breathe, I'm..." Asahi swallowed down the bile that raised in her mouth and threatened to come out, there was no way that the HPSC would just let these to kids, who came from Yokohama go scott free.

Not when they likely knew what it was like inside the Crime City first-hand, this whole situation was a disaster. It was only a relief that the first person she had called was Shouta. Any other hero, and the HPSC would've shown up specially to ask questions.

"I... Won't let anything happen to those boys." This time her voice was firm, with none of the previous shaking. 

Asahi's bright pink eyes burned with protection, her maternal instincts set a light by the situation. She wouldn't let anything happen to those kids, not without her cold body lying in front of them first.

Shouta didn't know what to feel, Asahi had always been soft, not cut out for the life of a hero that's why after all, she ran away, opting to support from the sidelines as an officer.

But to think that his past friends would grow in the time they spent apart, it wasn't unpleasant...

"Heh, just leave that to heroes who passed the exam."

"Awah!" Asahi whined as she blushed in embarrassment, groaning at the jab.

"You promised never to bring that up again..." She gave a watery pout, still the comment had the desired effect, and she felt better knowing her friend would protect the boys with her.