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The car drove down the paved driveway, slowing down as it approached the florished house lined with well kept topiaries and floral arrangements. Tadashi clutched his small bag of assorted items as his father had the car come to a halt. He had no idea what he was going to be doing, who he was going to be doing it for, but he knew one thing about his soon-to-be masters; they far outranked him, so he was to keep quiet, lower his head when spoken to, and sustain a neutral exterior at all times. Omegas were not permitted to speak back to their Alpha masters, so he must just complete whatever job given to him. "The Shindos are powerful people," his father had told him, "We are not. We will serve them until they deem us fit for asencion." Ah yes, Tadashi thought, asencion, when the Alphas gave their Omega servants the gift of gaining a social rank, becoming a Beta. The process comes with a large amount of pain, a bite on the neck from sharp fangs as blood is drained is never comfortable, and very few Omegas have ever become Betas. Yet, they all had hope. Tadashi's father had hope, and Tadashi tried to have some as well. Running his hand through his thick black hair, he watched as figures exited the mansion that Tadashi and his father were to be working at. Swallowing his fear uneffectivily, Tadsashi departed the vehicle and into the harsh sunlight of a summer day in Okinawa.
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Three women were standing at the doorframe to the lavish mansion, a young blue-haired boy standing in the middle of them, a grin poorly painted on his face. Tadashi's father and he gingerly approached them, his heart beating loud. So very loud. Tadashi had heard the rumors, that unclaimed Omegas were Alpha's favorite food. That the "lack of hope" had a nice taste. He belived that now being in servritude is the first step of being "claimed", but he couldn't stop himself from imagining being consumed by the people with the fake smiles that were only steps away from them. It will be okay, Tadashi thought, trying to force himself to believe it, it will be okay it will be okay it will be-
"Okay, hello, ahem," Tadashi's head snapped up, startled out of his thoughts by the femine voice with a hint of tiredness from the trivial act of interacting with the help, the Omega help. They had arrived.
"Hi, yes, hello," The hint of irateness had fully been covered up by the fake smiles. The fanged smiles. The blue-haired boy's smile had fully faded into a line of smothered curiosity.
"You are to be working in the gardens," said another one of the sicky-sweet women, "Managing the flowers, topiaries, and making sure it lives up to the Shindo name." Tadashi glanced at the boy, it was easier to look at him than the women who controled him and his father's futures. Tadashi met the boy's eyes and lightly smiled. The boy, the curiosity no longer smothered, waved at Tadashi, the expression he beared becoming slightly more human, despite the pair of jagged teeth that all Alphas posessed. Alphas. That is what this boy is to Tadashi. A master. Tadashi is only his servant, only his Omega. Nothing more. With that realization, Tadashi's grin dropped into a face of indifference, stopping the preivously sustained eye contact. The boy, like as he was ordered to in the first place, followed. They knew that they knew that they couldn't talk like equals, only master and dog.
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