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When Fumiya saw Mori standing in front of the Ministry of Defense building, he told the taxi driver to stop. He got out of the car as fast as he could and ran towards him. He stood in front of the old army commander and panted for a while. Then he asked with a shaking voice: "Where is he?" Mori sighed heavily and closed his eyes: "I'll take you to him." They went to Mori's office, which was on the third floor, and they had to use the elevator. Fumiya was silent the whole time, not even looking at Mori, who had his nose covered by the smell of Fumiya's bitter pheromones.
His eyes were focused on the floor numbers. But finally, he came to his senses when he felt the elderly Omega's hand on his shoulder. Mori smiled slightly and said: "I understand your anxiety. But there's something you need to know before meeting him." At that moment, the elevator stopped on the third floor and they left the small room. Fumiya swallowed with a frown and started walking next to Mori: "What? What's the problem? Is he injured? Paralyzed? Amputation?..."
The black-haired Omega raised his head with a frown and, like an Alpha Commander, started walking with authority: "Your father has lost his memory. He doesn't remember most of his life." Fumiya's stomach started to throb and his ears started to whistle. He didn't remember anything? For a few seconds, the movement of the earth stopped for him. He blinked in discomfort and shock, processing the information he had been given. "He didn't remember anything!"
This was the worst injury that could have happened to his father. Because even if he was paralyzed, he would still remember him and know that he had a family. But now, he probably looked at him as a stranger too. Mori didn't pay much attention to Fumiya's discomfort and continued walking. That's why he couldn't see that Fumiya was still standing there in shock and dismay. But since he could feel his tension and stress, he continued: "Although it's not like he's completely forgotten everything. He remembers that I was his commander, and after a while, he was separated from my unit and placed under the care of another commander. But... he doesn't remember anything about our relationship. Also about his family... especially your mother. So, try to be cautious and speak carefully. Because he's skeptical of everything. I tried a lot to make him remember something about you or your mother, but unfortunately, that didn't happen."
Fumiya shook his head sadly and slowly followed him to Mori's office. Before entering his office, the army commander knocked on the door first and said: "Dazai-kun... your son is here," and he opened the door slowly. The sound of the door creaking slowly rose and rushed into Fumiya's eardrums. His breath caught in his chest and his shoulders rose. In a habit he had since childhood, he fits misfitted and holds them in front of his chest. His heart began to pound like the drums in his ears. Mori moved a little so Fumiya could get a better look at the man who was sitting on the chair.
In front of him, a tall man was sitting. He looked like he had been badly injured. His head, left eye, and arms that protruded from his sleeves were covered in bandages. His body looked healthy, but underneath those layers, he was probably covered in scars. Big brown eye and curly brown hair with streaks of gray in them like his mother's. His chin was a little long and his nose was slightly hunched. Or maybe it had been broken in the past. He couldn't tell.
He didn't want to stare at him like an idiot, but this was his first time meeting his father. He had finally seen that face. But he didn't like the look in his father's eye at all. Many emotions were running through the young alpha's body. Surprise, joy, fear. He was so shocked that his hands were shaking. He let out a shaky breath and smiled. Although his eyes were forming water droplets: "Hello... Father..."
Dazai glanced at Fumiya in response and frowned. He clenched his fists and turned his head towards Mori and said in a cold and calm tone: "I told you before that I don't have a son." Hearing this, the smile on Fumiya's lips dried up. He felt like his whole body was burning. The hair on his body suddenly stood on end. Mori closed his eyes with a loud sigh. He went and sat down in his own chair. He also motioned for Fumiya to follow him and sit down somewhere: "Osamu... You left the village and joined the army when your mate was pregnant. About a month and a half after you left, your son was born. Look at him... He looks exactly like you." Dazai frowned again and turned his eyes to Fumiya, examining him from his hair to his shoes: "I have to admit that he looks like me. He might be my relative, but I don't think I have a son. I've never mated or started a family." Fumiya clenched his fists in response and said: "But I'm sure you are my__..."
But Dazai only shrugged with a frown and completely ignored him: "How are you going to prove my kinship with him?" Mori replied, pulling out a thick file from his desk drawer: "Actually, when Fumiya was a baby and got his birth certificate, your last name was put on him as his father's, So for the the government and the law, you two are father and son. Whether you like it or not. Plus, I took a DNA test from you before I informed your son and checked it with the documents Fumiya already had with the government. You two are definitely related." Then, he gave the documents to Dazai to read.
Fumiya was still sitting tensely on the chair, one of his legs constantly twitching nervously. His eyes never left his father's face. This person was the one who had given him life. But now he was sure that he didn't know him. Even though they had the same blood, flesh, and skin. This made Fumiya more sad. Every moment there felt like torture to him. The atmosphere was extremely heavy and everyone was staring at Dazai's gaze on the words. After finishing his reading, the brunette alpha lowered the file from his face and closed his eye with a frown. "Maybe I can accept that you are my son. It's a little hard to recognize everything because it's like I've been reborn in the middle of a long life."
Fumiya lowered his head with a small smile and replied: "I understand. I'm sure you'll remember everything when we return to the village and see the Mother." Dazai frowned upon hearing this: "I was single. I'm sure." Fumiya gritted his teeth with a frown: "No... you're wrong! Until a few seconds ago, you were even denying my existence. You have a mate. Mother has been waiting for you for eighteen years. And now you say you don't remember him?" Dazai was about to say something in protest before Mori stopped them: "Gentlemen, we are not here to argue." He took out another file from his desk drawer: "According to the insufficient documents, due to the lack of a military tag and your not being registered on the list during the very sensitive period of the war, your identification is the responsibility of your family or people close to you. That's why I brought Fumiya here. He is in charge of your identification, and now that you confirm that he is your son, he will sign this form and you will go with him."
Dazai gritted his teeth in anger and said: "I can't trust this boy. He is mentally unstable!" Fumiya said in surprise: "What do you mean?! It's completely normal! I haven't seen you for 18 years! I missed you." The elderly Alpha turned his head forward with a grin and asked: "How can you miss me when you haven't seen me before?"
"Mom told me everything about you."
Dazai was about to say something else, but Mori interrupted him again and asked Fumiya to fill out some paperwork. While filling out the forms, the young alpha glanced at his father and asked in an uncertain tone: "So... do you remember what happened to you?"
Dazai sighed and closed his eye: "I don't remember much of what happened in my past. I know I was a soldier. My commander sent me ahead of the other soldiers to estimate the enemy's forces. But I got caught and they captured me and took me to a prison overseas with the other Japanese soldiers. I was there for a long time until the war ended. But no one released us. Our situation in those small, dark cells got even worse. The soldiers rebelled, and it was there that the guards suppressed us with batons. And of them hit my head against the wall so hard that I fainted. When I got up, I forgot who I was. I couldn't even speak. I didn't remember how to speak. One of the doctors thought I was one of their soldiers because none of the guards recognized me and no one bothered to ask the other soldiers who were captured with me. I didn't have a military tag. So no one knew my name. They asked me all sorts of questions. I didn't answer who I was because I didn't understand what they were saying. Finally, they decided that I was one of their soldiers, who was mistakenly beaten in the conflict, and they sent me to a mental hospital. I spent the rest of my life there until one of their treatments worked and I remembered that I was Japanese. My psychologist quickly contacted the Japanese embassy, and they contacted Mori-san, and within two days, they had me transferred to Japan. Mori-san kept saying that he was my father and that I had an Omega and a child. But I told them that I wouldn't believe it until I saw them with my own eyes. There's no doubt about it that you are my son. But I know that I don't have a mated Omega."
Fumiya handed the documents to Mori and said sadly: "Oh, father, don't say that... Your Omega has been waiting for you to come back for 18 years. " Dazai sighed before standing up; "Well... I guess if I have an Omega that is loyal, then I'll definitely retheme him when I see him." Mori closed his eyes with a small smile in satisfaction: "You two can go." Before they could leave, though, he walked over to Dazai and grabbed his shoulders, "I'm so glad you're back home after all this time, Osamu." Dazai looked at him in surprise and blinked. He took the elderly Omega's hands from his shoulders and squeezed them: "I'm happy too. Finally, I came back to my homeland. Where I know I belong."
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Haru jumped back in shock upon seeing Fumiya and Dazai in front of him and screamed: "Dazai-san! I can't believe it! "His face was as white as his hair and his body was visibly shaking. Dazai blinked in surprise and whispered softly to Fumiya: "Do I know this boy?" His son replied softly: "He's Atsushi-san and Akutagawa-san's son." Dazai's eyes focused for a moment on Haru's face, which was as pale as chalk. He frowned and placed a hand under his chin. After a while, he took his bandaged head in his hands and closed his eye tightly with a frown: "The names sound very familiar. Ah..." Haru, who had finally regained his composure, let them in and poured them tea: "I can't believe you were safe and alive all this time! When Mori-san called Fumiya-kun, I thought he was going to hand over your bones to him or something. You should call Chuuya-san right now and talk to him."
Fumiya replied with a small smile, "No... it's supposed to be a surprise. I don't want anyone to find out until we get to the village." Haru asked about what had happened to Dazai, and Fumiya explained. His father didn't say anything as he still had his head in his hands, wondering when he had met Haru's parents. Finally, he raised his head and asked: "Haru... was your father a soldier too?" The white-haired Omega nodded: "Yes, Dazai-san... he was with you for the last time that the soldiers left the village in the war. Do you remember him?" Dazai nodded with a small smile: "Yes... his hair was black and his lungs were damaged from inhaling poison gas. How is he?" Haru replied with a sad smile: "He... died in the hospital from excessive bleeding right during the war's end celebration." The brunette alpha stared at Haru in shock: "Oh... I... I'm so sorry."
"It's okay. Anyway... everyone dies one day. Honestly... I thought you were killed. My mother thought in this way too. But no one would dare say something like that to Chuuya-san." Dazai asked while drinking another sip of his tea: "Who is Chuuya?" For a few minutes, Haru was silent and staring at Dazai and Fumiya in horror and shock. Fumiya turned his head away in annoyance to avoid Haru's face: "Father has forgotten a lot of things."
Haru almost screamed at him: "He doesn't even remember Chuuya-san?!"
" No...he doesn't. "
The brunette alpha glanced at the two of them and wrinkled his nose. Because the smell of Fumiya's pheromones was bothering him: " Chuuya is my mate's name?" Haru nodded hopefully: "Yes... Did you remember anything?" Dazai shrugged and finished his tea: "No... Nothing..." Haru tried to describe him to Dazai: "His hair is red and long. He has blue eyes. He is a little short and very physically strong. He always wears a red kimono. He tries to help others in difficult situations. He is very kind, but at any moment, he may vent his anger like a dragon and __"
Dazai held his head in his hands and closed his eyes with a frown: "Don't be so arrogant! These descriptions are about models on magazines. The chances of me pairing up with such an Omega are one, in a billion." Haru stood up angrily: "You are still stubborn!" He quickly went to his room and returned with a film photo. The photo was very blurry and old. It was a little scratched and completely brown. Haru edited the photo a little on his cellphone so that he could show it to Dazai better: "This is a photo from my first day of school. The first day that Omegas were allowed to study. Fumiya went to school at the same time as me. We took this photo with Our mothers."
Fumiya stared at the photo in amazement. He remembered that day perfectly. No one was happy about this rule except Haru. Their village school was forced to form two classes, separating Omegas and Alphas. However, the Omega class consisted of six people in total, and everyone in the village had started to despise Haru a week before the class started. That's why Atsushi and Chuuya joined Fumiya and Haru on the first day of school so that the children might feel a little safer. Fumiya knew that day was one of the most fateful days in Japanese history, and the most precious moment for Haru.
When he looked at the photo, he could see genuine happiness in Haru's eyes. He didn't think he was having this photo all thix time. Dazai was staring at the photo with a frown, trying to identify the people. Unfortunately, the photo of Chuuya's face was blurry and Dazai couldn't see anything clearly. He shrugged and said: "Since when did they say that Omegas' education is good for the country?" Haru's face turned red like a big tomato and he said angrily: "Time has changed everything, Dazai-san! It seems that your forgetfulness has made you forget that we Omegas are also human!"
Fumiya closed his eyes with a small smile and said: "Well, Haru-nee-chan. I think it's best to focus on my mother. I'm sure the country's changes are still strange to my father." Dazai replied with a grin: "Yes. I don't understand the benefit of Omegas' education. You're not married yet, are you Fumiya-kun's concubine?!" Both Fumiya and Haru blushed. However, Fumiya managed to show some self-control and stopped Haru before punching Dazai in the face: "Concubine?! How do you see me, Dazai-san?! Were you like this before or have those enemy soldiers brainwashed you?!"
Dazai said nothing, only turning his head to look at the photo again: "The faces are so blurry. You can barely see anything. Even your faces are barely recognizable." Fumiya shook his head with a smile: "I had the same feeling when I used to see your face in you and Mom's wedding photo." Dazai threw the photo aside with a frown and leaned his head back on the sofa. Haru angrily went after the photo: "Hey! You could have just given it back to me! You're ruining it." Fumiya glanced at his father's tired face as he leaned his head back on the sofa: "I think that's enough for him. He seems to be a bit stressed. I think it would be best for him to go back to the village."
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Fumiya managed to get two bus tickets that night and the next day, he left Yokohama with his father and returned to the village. All the while, Dazai looked at the surrounding scenery and pointed things out in amazement. He couldn't say much, though. He could only stare at the scenery and Immerse himself in the feeling that he had seen everything before.
Fumiya asked every now if he remembered anything, and Dazai just nodded his head yes or no. Finally, the bus stopped next to a bonsai tree square which the tree was now dry. Dazai stared at it in surprise, and after a while, he pointed to it and said: "I think this is where I went to the battlefield. And it was like someone was with me, accompanying me. I think... it was Atsushi." Fumiya shrugged with a deep sigh and frowned: "I'm sure it wasn't just Atsushi-san." They got off the bus and started walking. Fumiya closed his eyes with a small smile, "I'm betting that he'll be shocked to see me again."
"You mean Chuuya? Why?"
"Because he wasn't happy about me going to Yokohama. And he was a little sick."
They went to the old house on the corner of the village. A traditional house that time had embraced and left its mark on. The trees spread their branches and their leaves cast shadows around the house, making the house look even older. The wood used in its walls had aged and changed color over time. The roof also looked like it had been repaired many times. When Dazai pointed it out, Fumiya said that he had repaired it twice himself because a bomb had exploded near their house during the war and caused a lot of trouble.
Fumiya nervously stepped forward and took out the spare key that he had secretly taken with him to the city from his coat pocket and opened the courtyard door. Dazai said nothing. He was just staring at the view of the house. When his son opened the door, he placed a hand on his bandaged forehead with a look of astonishment and wonder, he entered: "Everything looks familiar."
Fumiya followed him hopefully and closed the door behind him: "Do you remember anything?" Dazai nervously stood in front of a tree in the yard and touched its trunk: "This tree... belongs to my mother." Fumiya blinked in surprise: "Huh? Do you Remember something?!" Dazai answered while grabbing the bandages around his head with his free hand: "Yes... my mother planted a tree here. This is my home... yes, I remember my family... when I was fifteen, due to an illness... yes, an illness, I don't know what it was, but it took my parents' lives and when I was dying..." Suddenly his eyes widened: "Mori-san found me and took me to the hospital. I was treated and lived with him... oh my! I remember now!"
Fumiya stared at him with a smile. At least returning to the village had made Dazai remember Mori. Although he glanced at the window of the house from the corner of his eye and realized that Chuuya had seen him. He said quickly: "Go hide behind the tree... Mom knows I'm here. He shouldn't see you. It must be a surprise." Dazai nodded, unsure, and stood behind the tree.
Fumiya walked towards the house and before he could knock, Chuuya opened the sliding door himself. The red-haired omega raised an eyebrow and leaned his arm against the door frame: "Look who's back." Fumiya's shoulders rose involuntarily: "I had to go back, to be honest." Chuuya asked in a skeptical tone while staring at Fumiya's empty hands, which had a bag in them when he left: "They kicked you out and stole your bag too?" Fumiya replied in horror: "Oh no... of course not... why would you even think like that? I just came to meet you and..." He turned his head and waved his hand from a distance. Seeing him, Dazai moved away from the tree and walked towards them: "And bring a guest here."
Dazai stood next to Fumiya in surprise and looked at Chuuya's shocked face. His face was as white as snow and his hands and shoulders were starting to shake. He held a hand over his mouth and whispered in a shaky voice: "Osamu..." Dazai blinked and answered in an uncertain tone: "Yes... it's me." Chuuya rushed towards him and hugged him tightly. He hid his face in his chest and sobbed: "It took so long, damn it!" Dazai looked at Fumiya in surprise and then wrapped his arms around him and pulled the short omega closer to his chest: "I'm glad I'm back."
Chuuya pulled back and cupped the sides of Dazai's face with both hands and caressed his cheeks with his thumbs: "What happened to you? You hurt so bad..." Dazai was about to say something when Chuuya stole his gaze from his eye: "What are all these bandages for? My God.. those bastards tortured you?! Where have you been all this time?" Dazai was about to answer when Chuuya pulled back completely and tried to wipe away his tears: "Oh I'm crying. This isn't good, is it? All these years I've been waiting for you with all my heart and now you've come back at a moment when I wasn't ready for you at all. Please come in. Fumiya, close the door. Doesn't your father have any equipment with him?"
The young alpha closed the door with a small smile and allowed Chuuya to stare at the confused Dazai. He then sat down next to Dazai on the zaitsu. When the red-haired omega went to get tea for everyone, Dazai whispered to Fumiya, "Is that Chuuya? Boy, I was really lucky to mate with such a beautiful Omega. He really looks like a model in a magazine." Fumiya could only smile in response.
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Fumiya had to leave the village that day and return to the city because he had to attend college. So he secretly told Chuuya about Dazai's amnesia and asked him to act normal because his father was slowly remembering things. After that, he wrote them a short poem and left them alone at night.
That night was a stressful and exciting one. Dazai was sitting on the futon nervously as Chuuya entered the room with a small wooden tray and smiled. He knelt down and placed the tray containing the small, triangular-shaped onigiri along with the teapot in front of Dazai. Then he sat down next to him on the futon.
Neither of them said anything for a long time. Chuuya, despite always imagining their reunion, was completely silent now. His cheeks flushed. Dazai had his head down. He didn't recognize this Omega. He didn't know if it was really him or what. Had he really gotten such a beautiful Omega? Even though Chuuya was getting old, he was still fresh and had maintained his vitality. Probably for him...
Dazai glanced at him with a sly glance. Chuuya had his hands on his knees and was looking at the steam rising from the teapot on the tray. Dazai dared and raised a hand to touch the hair that fell on his shoulders. The red-haired omega moved slightly. But he didn't react. His cheeks were flushed. Dazai twisted a thin strand of hair around his finger and pressed it a little to feel its soft texture. The red-haired omega whispered with a small smile: "You know... you did the same thing when you came to propose to me. My hair was still short, but you did it."
Dazai pulled his hand back in surprise: "I did?" Chuuya shook his head with a smile and held his hand tightly: "You know... it's like I've gone back in time. When we were trying to communicate secretly." Dazai swallowed anxiously and blinked: "Really?" Chuuya shook his head with a smile: "There were many nights like this one. You and me. In the dark of the night with tea and the occasional snack." Dazai blinked in surprise and reached out to caress Chuuya's cheek: "No one noticed us?" The red-haired omega shook his head with red cheeks: "No... you would come to our house in the middle of the night and pick me up and we would return before sunrise."
Suddenly, Chuuya he stole his gaze from him and whispered shyly: "We would make love sometimes." Dazai's heart almost jumped out of his chest. Memories passed through his mind like a sandstorm. Tiny, barely imaginable fragments were displayed before his eyes. Moments from his youth next to a man like him. Dazai frowned and squeezed his eye tightly and released Chuuya's face. He held his head in his hands and groaned in pain. Chuuya looked at him worriedly: "Osamu? Are you okay?"
Dazai panted: "I don't feel well... It's like someone is hitting my head with a hammer." The red-haired omega stood up: "I'll go get you a warm towel." But he stopped when he felt a hand on his wrist. Dazai groaned, "Stay."
"Osamu, let me go get something to make you feel better."
"Chuuya, I think I'm remembering something."
Chuuya stroked his hair sadly: "It's okay if you don't remember anything. Just having you by my side is enough for me." Dazai squeezed his wrist tighter and said: "But I want to remember you. I want to remember the days gone by..." Chuuya frowned, closing his eyes tightly.
He pulled back his hand: "The past... is past. Those days will never come back. What matters is that we are here now. Again. Together. The past may be painful. Remembering the suffering you endured away from your country and the child we never got to raise together. But now, this is a new beginning for us. A second chance. Why don't you try not to remember the past? Let's start over."
Dazai looked up in surprise, looking at him: "Are you sure?" Chuuya took Osamu's hands and said in a determined tone: "Yes... I'm sure." And then, his cheeks flushed and he hugged him tightly. Osamu returned his hug with an uncertain expression. The warmth of their bodies and the way their skin and fabric rubbed against each other quickly created a special pleasure in that small, dark room.
"I've missed this feeling so much. It's been a long time since I've held you like this," Chuuya said, resting his head on Dazai's chest and listening to his heartbeat. Dazai nuzzled his nose into Chuuya's red hair, enjoying the sweet, gentle scent of him and his shampoo. He closed his eyes and pulled him closer: "When was the last time you hugged me?" Chuuya whispered back: "When you left here. Your hug was so tight and sudden. It didn't last long. Because we were in public. Showing affection to each other back wasn't very good in that time."
"How bad!... I was a fool when I was young to stopping myself from hugging you. You're warm... You are warming my soul. Can you hear my heartbeat? It seems like it's beating so fast because of being close to you." Chuuya moved his head slightly on Osamu's chest so he could hear his heartbeat better. Then he closed his eyes and whispered: "You're back too late. I was losing my hope. Don't ever do that again. You have no right to leave the village again!" Dazai laughed softly and shyly, staring into the corner of the room: "It seems that I have to make up for all the moments we've missed together."
"You have to!"
Dazai laughed again and blushed a little: "Well... what do you want to do first?" Chuuya lifted his head to stare at Dazai's face. Then he lifted his head from his chest and sat on his lap. Dazai grabbed his waist anxiously and let his fingers explore over the fabric of the red kimono that Chuuya was wearing. The red-haired omega loosened the belt of his kimono slightly, revealing his collar: "First, mark me again."
Osamu swallowed and nervously lowered his head to see an old bite on Chuuya's neck. The red-haired omega smiled shyly and looked down: "I want to be claimed again. I know I'm too old for such things, but--" Before he could say anything, Dazai gripped his shoulders tightly and in one sudden move, bit him. Chuuya closed his eyes tightly and let out a moan. He grabbed his shoulders tightly and pressed theor chests together.
Dazai's fangs scratched his skin a little more than they should have, and a thin rope of blood flowed from Omega's neck and collarbone. The Alpha and Omega's bodies began to warm up as they renewed their bond. Dazai licked the trail of blood and kissed the fresh wound before raising his head to stare into his mate's oceanic eyes again. Chuuya cupped his alpha's cheeks with a smile and caressed them with his thumbs. Dazai responded by pressing his face deeper into his hands and smilingly took one of his wrists and caressed it" "Are you satisfied now?"
The red-haired omega nodded in response, licking his lips before leaning forward and kissing him. Dazai leaned in eagerly for the kiss, grabbing the back of the omega's neck that he had just claimed. After they both broke away from the kiss, Dazai whispered, "A fresh start, right?" Chuuya smiled and pressed his forehead to his, "A fresh start." Dazai smiled and closed his eyes, letting the feeling wash over him. He didn't even remember Chuuya. But that didn't stop him from loving him. They were finally together. No matter how long it had been. Because the only thing that mattered now was the silence and darkness of the night so that they could love each other, away from the world and together, and allow their souls to be united once again.