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Gojo pov
"So who is this brat anyways?" I shove my hands in my suit pant pockets as the elevator closes behind Suguru and I.
Suguru's dark eyes narrow, giving me a long suffering look from behind his bangs falling from the topknot.
"Did you not read the file?"
I yawn and shrug my shoulders. "I skimmed it, besides that boring intel stuff is your job."
He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing before filling me in. "Her name is y/n. She's the only omega in this clan and she's a target because of that. We've been assigned as her personal protection unit."
"Great. Babysitting a spoiled brat."
"Satoru." Suguru snarls softly. "Don't jump to conclusions, you haven't even met her. There are dangerous people involved this time."
I feel the prickle of my hackles raising at his admonishing tone but don't let it get under my skin. I was used to it after all, he's been my best friend for years and at times my only voice of reason.
"And what about when she goes into heat?" I ask lowly, peeking over my round shades.
Suguru’s soft snarl turns to a deep, rumbling growl. "We keep it the fuck together because we are trained professionals."
"Hey." I grin, sharpened teeth on full display. "I'm more worried about you, after all you're the repressed one."
"I'm not repressed, you jackass. Just keep your mouth shut and your hands to yourself. This isn't some run of the mill gig, the future of this clan relies on us keeping this omega safe and happy." Suguru visibly takes a deep breath, schooling that alpha temper in a well practiced manner.
The elevator door opens with a soft ding. The two of us step out into the hall. The midday sun beams in from the thick bulletproof windows, beyond it the city is far below. They really keep this princess in the tallest room of the tallest tower, her own personal suite at the top floor.
We approach the door, Suguru adjusting his tie before knocking. I refrain from rolling my eyes at him, I hated ties and flatly declined to wear them. They reminded me too much of a leash and collar for my comfort. Being the strongest in our field, I was too highly sought after to be chastised into wearing one.
A man answers the door, an older gentleman I recognize as the head alpha of the clan. He was the one to hire us, the one paying that asinine amount of money for this job. Despite his greying salt and pepper hair he was still in prime condition physically and is tall enough to look at us directly.
"Please, gentleman. Come in." He motions for us to step inside.
Together we step into the omega's suite, each having to duck our heads a bit into the doorway. Now within the space I am immediately hit with her smell, that sweet warm scent of omega making my instincts take flame. I can feel Suguru taking the same notice beside me. Christ she wasn't even in the same room as us yet, it is going to be torment when she has her heats.
The decor is reminiscent of her scent, warm golden lighting and soft airy aesthetics. All the furniture being soft and plush while still holding a simplistic and modern quality.
"Y/n!" Her father calls, not unkindly yet the authority in his voice is clear. "Your guard is here, come introduce yourself."
Even with my enhanced hearing, I barely hear her come down the hall she is that light footed. The first thing I take notice of is the guard she already has flanking her. Three massive American akitas, two males on either side and a slightly smaller but no less intimidating female following just behind.
The dogs bristle at the sight of us, the biggest of the three, the dark male on her right emits a low warning growl. Do not approach.
The omega female halts once she is across the room from us, clearly not wanting to come any closer. I was glad for the distance as her sweet scent feels like it was tying a noose around my throat. Her posture is respectful, hands behind her back as if she were the hired help here, not us. The dogs watch with high alert, waiting for the instant they are commanded to launch themselves at us.
I figured she would be a pretty thing, but I was not expecting her to be quite so devastatingly beautiful, practically lethal to witness. The kind of ethereal beauty that hurts to look at, her features seemed too perfect to be real. Long feathery lashes, smooth and glowing skin, big doe eyes. Fucking hell.
She is short statured, as is typical for most omegas. Dressed in a casual knit sweater that nearly swallows her small body up, obviously oversized for comfort. The skirt she wears is short but with the tall socks she wears only a small strip of skin shows at her mid thigh. Even with the oversized clothes, there is no hiding the swell of her chest beneath her sweater or the gentle curve of her hips. The over all softness of her appearance screamed of what she was, even without her alluring scent. She is omega through and through.
As quickly as I take note of all of this I stop taking note just as fast. I need to keep my focus on the job, not on the temptation of it.
"More puppies?" She muses, her coy voice quiet. "Oh father you shouldn't have."
He gives her an unimpressed glower but continues speaking as if she had never made the comment. I don't miss the flicker of hurt in her eyes, the settling of her jaw to keep herself from saying something she shouldn't.
"This is Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto. They are your personal bodyguards for the foreseeable future."
Her eyes briefly flick over us, not once making eye contact. It wasn't rude for her not to do so, as direct eye contact often meant a challenge. Omegas for obvious reasons, would avoid doing so with anyone but especially so in the case of two alphas in their prime whom she only just met.
"I see. I appreciate the protection Father." Her voice has a clipped edge to it, a certain resignation she is accustomed to giving.
"Unfortunately I will have to leave you to finish showing them the floor plan. I have a meeting I must attend to shortly that I cannot delay. But the sooner you all get aquatinted and accustomed to one another the better."
Y/n only nods but those pretty eyes have an odd glazed over look to them. The pure white akita on her left as if sensing her distress, presses his side against her thigh. She gives him an absentminded rub behind the ear.
Her father moves to exit the room, as his hand touches the handle he pauses, as if remembering something.
"My daughter is a good girl, the most precious thing in this world to me." He begins.
I see her eyes widen fractionally in surprise her whole body goes tense as if bracing for a strike. If I had to guess, affectionate words were not commonplace in their family.
"However, even the most mild mannered omegas need discipline. You each may do so as you see fit, your job is not only to keep her safe, but to keep her in line."
That surprise in her eyes turns to horror. "Dad!?" She hisses, her surprise making her forget the more honorific title. I watch her lovely little face go scarlet in a mix of betrayal and embarrassment. Even the air sharpens with a degree of her fear scent.
He snarls harshly at her, to her credit she only flinches slightly. "Understand me daughter when I say you are to obey them. Their word is now as good as mine."
Her eyes are burning holes into the ground, her chest heaving as she tries to reign in her emotion. The dogs shift and growl uncomfortably around her, disliking her distress. For a moment I feel a bit of sympathy for her. Having to give submission to absolute strangers couldn't be an easy thing to do, even for an omega.
For a tense moment I think that her father will actually go over there and make her submit. But she finally concedes with a small, defeated voice. "Yes Father."
Satisfied with her reply, he gives us a quick and curt goodbye before leaving the room. The click of the door echoes like a plucked guitar string in the tense air he left behind in the room.
Both Suguru and I share a look before looking back to the omega female. She is still standing there rather numbly, eyes closed as she takes in a few breaths to steady herself. When her eyes open again I'm struck by the hollowness of her gaze, how she seems to look straight through the two of us as if we weren't even there.
"I'll first introduce the dogs." Her voice is just as empty and monotonous as her gaze. Whatever slight amount of coyness she entered the room with is now gone entirely.
She places a hand on the raised hackles of the biggest male on her right, the dog with a nearly all black coat save for the white underside and up along his broad chest. "This is Richter."
She repeats the motion to the white dog on her left. "This one is Kaiju. The female behind me is Vitani."
The pale orange and white dog shows us her teeth, but does not make any noise like the two males do. A warning wasn't necessary for her. No, that female is all bite.
"I would advise you not to try petting them. At least not for a while when they are not used to your presence."
"Wouldn't dream of it." I mutter.
She doesn't acknowledge me, only stepping aside to motion us ahead of her. "Let me show you the floor plan." Is the only thing she says.
We walk into the kitchen where she shows us where to find necessities and informs us we could take whatever food we wished from the fridge. The dogs follow her in perfect formation, I couldn't imagine what even one of those highly trained dogs cost let alone three of them.
As she gives us a tour of the apartment I quickly notice how she never allows us behind her. Maneuvering herself in such a way that it quickly became apparent that it's was very intentional. Suguru however voices this before I do as she waits for us to move up the stairs before her.
"Are we both to enter every room before you?"
"You're the trained professional, you tell me." Y/n blinks blandly at him. "I don't worry my pretty omega head about these things."
The fact she happened to repeat Suguru's own words in the elevator back to him was funny enough. But the bone dry sarcasm in her voice makes me have to stifle a laugh, only a quiet huff escaping my nose at my partners expense.
His brow narrows. "We wouldn't ever cause you harm. You can trust us enough to let us watch your back."
"Yes." She replies boredly. "Thank you for the reassurance but I am quite aware that the purpose of a bodyguard is to not allow harm to befall me."
"That's why Vitani walks behind you. You don't allow yourself to turn your back to a male, even a canine one." I comment.
"Us females have to watch each others backs." She reaches behind her to smooth the fur between Vitani's pricked ears.
Admittedly I was a bit impressed at her resolve. She wasn't as entirely naive as I would have assumed she'd be.
Y/n finishes the tour of the high rise apartment suite. She shows us where the cameras were and how to connect the feed to our phones. There was only one way in and out of the suite. There is no outdoor balcony, nor windows that opened. She doesn't show any more of that sarcasm she scathed Suguru with, much to my disappointment. I even tried provoking it from her once but she only ignored me with a cold indifference.
"I understand this job isn't exactly an interesting one. But make yourselves at home. If you need me for anything I will be upstairs in my bedroom, I only ask that you knock before coming in."
We both nod our understanding, we could at least give her the decency of a knock on the door.
"The dogs have a kennel room across the hall from me. There is an emergency release trip both on your phones and mine. Please don't concern yourselves with any of their feedings or care. They will eat you."
"They don't stay with you at night?" I ask.
She ticks up a delicate brow, almost looking down her nose at me and she says in a deadpan voice. "I don't allow beasts in my bed."
Y/n still has her hands behind her back as she addresses us with that noncommittal tone that was neither nice nor overly sullen or condescending.
With that, she disappears upstairs. I hear the soft click of her shutting the dogs in before she closes herself into her own room.. Suguru and I share a simultaneous sigh, that went just as well as it could have. It was a welcome relief to have a small reprieve from her scent making my instincts go insane.
I sprawl onto her sofa, propping my feet up on the coffee table."Well at least she's not a raging spoiled brat. But good God, kind of a wet blanket, yeah?"
Suguru regards me with unfiltered disgust. "Your lack of empathy is truly staggering sometimes."
"Oh please. If I sympathized with every poor little pitiful omega out there I wouldn't get anything done. But most importantly, I wouldn't get paid."
Despite my words, I look up to the top of the stairs, hopefully she may give into that curious omega nature and come down later tonight and actually talk to us.
She never does.