Disclaimer: The following story is purely fictional and the plot is associated with sensitive subjects. At least several drawings were created through AI or a search on Google, and the others are my original works.  As stated before, this story will contain Yaoi, Smut, Abuse, Neglect, and other dark themes that aren't suited for Children. Please enjoy.

Before leaving America, A man named Tanosuke was given a job as a highly accomplished Engineer in Japan and moved his family to Hosu, Japan. He had a wife named Aomi, two beautiful daughters Izami and Lila, and a son. The Father was full Hispanic and the mother was full Japanese. The family doctor informed them that their son had both male and female reproductive systems, which meant he could naturally give birth like a woman when he got older, and have to go through a thing called Heats around the age of 13. Heat is the time when the Omega is most fertile and ready to mate. Some choose to have partners to help during their heat, while others hide in their nests without a mate until their heat is over. During their heat, Omegas produce a sickly sweet scent to draw Alpha to mate with them, whether the Omega wants to or not. Their reactions to their son grew cold, and his friends Okimatsu and Kyonore Uzukami Okiseki were allowed to go overseas with him to make sure he wasn't lonely. Aiomi's parents learned about the Boy's condition and thus was sent to live with a relative who had the same condition and was adopted. The 5-year-old originally moved to Japan from America because of his parents' new job and had a new parent named Gabriel. He meets a 6-year-old local kid that rules the neighborhood with an iron fist, Known as the 'Phoenix Tiger'. The older boy became attracted to the smaller boy and began to bully the bean. The new kid falls in love with his bully and fails to see the warning signs. The boys hide their relationship until they get into middle school, the younger boy is picked on by his classmates for his appearance, and his timid personality. The 'Phoenix Tiger' defends him yet still bullies him in private. The relationship becomes toxic by the time Gabriel, and the timid boy move to Okinawa. 

Three Years Later

"You've got to be kidding me," He muttered under his breath, eyeing the clock above the dusty bookshelf. The hands ticked closer to midnight, and he knew he'd never make it to bed on time again. His shift at the 24-hour diner had been a nightmare, as usual. The neon lights flickered, casting an eerie glow on the worn-out faces of the night owl regulars. The smell of stale coffee and greasy food clung to his clothes like a stubborn fog. The bell above the door jingled as a figure stepped into the warm embrace of the diner, bringing with them a gust of chilly night air. The man took a moment to assess the newcomer. Roughly his height, but broader, with a face carved by a thousand bad decisions. He recognized the look of a man who had seen too much, too soon. The stranger scanned the room, eyes narrowing when they landed on the only occupied booth in the back corner. A young man sat there, shivering in a tattered coat, nursing a cup of tea that had long gone cold. The man's stride was deliberate as he approached, his heavy boots echoing on the checkered floor. He didn't look up until he was right beside him, and when he did, his eyes grew wide with terror. 

"I finally found you again, bitch," he sneered, his voice a knife-edge in the quiet. "I won't let you get away from me ever again." The Teenage man's hand trembled as he gripped his bag tighter, and the man behind the counter tensed, ready to intervene if needed. But he just sat there, frozen, his gaze locked with the monster from his past. The stranger's voice was a toxic mix of anger and desperation, a volatile cocktail that made the air in the diner thick with tension. She recognized that voice, the one that had haunted his dreams and whispered threats in the darkest moments of her life. It was him, his lost boyfriend, the one who had made him feel so small, so insignificant, and weirdly loved. The one who had left him with scars that didn't show, but were as real as the ache in his chest every time she thought of him. But he wasn't the same timid boy anymore. He had clawed his way out of the abyss he'd thrown her into, found a semblance of peace in this town she'd run to, and she wasn't going back. His voice was steady, though her heart hammered like a jackhammer. 

"You need to leave," he said firmly, his eyes unwavering. 

"I'm not going anywhere with you." The words hung in the air, a declaration of war in a place that had been his sanctuary. The man's hand clenched into a fist, his knuckles white with rage. The diner had gone silent, all eyes on the tableau unfolding before them. The air was charged, and it was clear that something was about to break—whether it was the calm or the man's self-control, no one could say. The clock continued its relentless march towards the next hour, each tick a countdown to an explosion. The man leaned in closer, his breath hot on his face. 

"You're mine," he growled. "You always have been, and you always will be." He could see the madness dancing in his eyes, the sick possessiveness that had driven her to escape in the first place. The counter worker's grip tightened on the baseball bat he kept under the counter for just such occasions, but she waved him off with a trembling hand. She would face this demon herself. The door to the diner creaked open again, letting in a gust of wind and the sound of distant sirens. The man's head snapped around, his eyes widening as he realized he'd been made. He grabbed his arm, yanking him to his feet. "You're coming with me," he barked, but he planted his feet, refusing to budge. He had found her strength in the face of his fury, and he wasn't about to let him take it away again. The sirens grew louder, and he knew he had precious little time to act. With a burst of courage, he pulled his arm free, her hand shooting out to smack him across the face. The sound echoed through the room, a sharp retort that made even the most hardened of the regulars flinch. The man stumbled back, momentarily stunned, and he took the opportunity to bolt for the door. The cold night air slapped him in the face, but it was the sweetest thing she'd felt in years. He didn't look back as he ran, his legs pumping with newfound life. The sirens grew louder, the lights flashing through the foggy windows like the beacon of hope he'd been searching for. The past was chasing him, but he had finally learned to outrun it. 

That timid boy turned teenager....was me and I am Rakunishi Kyukuro. I was born July 14th, my Blood Type is O positive, standing at 5'4, Weigh 134 lbs, have pink eyes, tanned skin, dark blue hair with green tips, Timid around new people, and nervous around that man that was chasing me. The man caught me eventually, he was Amimachi Yakamon...an Alpha standing at 6'4,  birthday is April 17th, Blood Type was B positive, Weight 280, red eyes, white hair, very mean to others, and aggressively violent yet loving to me. Is it crazy that I love him? 

Meanwhile

In a quaint, suburban neighborhood, nestled among cookie-cutter houses and well-manicured lawns, a young boy named Kensei Aikawa pedaled his bike with all the enthusiasm of a child discovering the world for the first time. His twin brother, Vence, trailed closely behind, his laughter echoing through the early evening air. Their matching blue helmets bobbed in rhythm with their pumping legs, a silent declaration of unity in their solitary adventure. The Aikawa twins were a rare sight in this neighborhood, their free-spirited play was a stark contrast to the rigid schedules of their peers. That's because of their natural Shakura-colored hair and seem like they were always alone. Their parents, both devoted to their demanding careers as doctors and nurses, had little time for the trivialities of childhood. The twins had learned early on to fend for themselves, crafting a world of make-believe and adventure to fill the void. Their home was a sanctuary of sterile orderliness, a bastion of serenity that often felt more like a museum than a living space. The only evidence of their existence, a set of twin beds in the corner of their parent's room, was made with military precision each morning before they were sent off to school. 

The Reid twins, Price and Levi, lived just a few houses down. Their lives were a blur of spreadsheets and deadlines, a mirror of their parents' relentless pursuit of success in the family's tech startup. The hum of laptops and the click-clack of keyboards were the lullabies that had soothed them to sleep since infancy. Now, as they approached their teenage years, the only connection they felt to their parents was through the screens of the devices that had become their babysitters. In a different part of town, the Aimine twins, Gypsy and Lani, had known only the bitter taste of loss. Their mother, a woman hardened by life, had stolen them away from their loving father at birth too young to remember his face. Her love was as fleeting as the seasons, and when it grew cold, she abandoned them in the very same forest she had brought them to on a seemingly innocent carpool day. The six children, each born into a world that had no immediate place for them, found refuge in their unique ways. Kensei and Vence grew adept at navigating the unspoken rules of their household, finding joy in the small moments they could claim as their own. Price and Levi discovered the vastness of the internet, where they could escape the weight of their parents' ambitions. And Gypsy and Lani, though separated by fate, carried with them an inexplicable bond that whispered of a shared past. Yet, their individual worlds remained untouched by the shadows that lurked outside their doors, hinting at a destiny that would intertwine them in ways none of them could ever imagine until they were left abandoned in an endless jungle. In their backpacks were notes from each of their parents saying each twin was no longer part of their families, and the parents changed their last names to move out of the country. Each twin however, never felt anything for their parents so being abandoned like that didn't phase them.

In a distant kingdom, nestled between the whispers of a tranquil forest and the sighs of a gentle river, three small figures lay hidden beneath a patchwork of leaves and shadow. The moon cast a silver glow over their trembling forms, their eyes wide with fear as the distant clang of swords and shouts grew louder with each passing moment. These were no ordinary children; they were the Kamara triplets, born under the same star to a world of wonder and danger. Forced to flee as their kingdom was raided by an evil man who was trying to wed their queen mother for years, and were raised by mythical cats named Flo and Thunder. The triplets had always been close, bound by a bond stronger than any chain. They had heard the whispers of their nanny about the prophecy surrounding their birth - that they would one day save their kingdom from a great evil. But tonight, as their home burned and the enemy approached, they had no idea how they would fulfill their destiny. The night grew darker, and the shouts grew closer. The triplets knew they had to leave. With a silent nod, they slipped away from the sanctuary of their hiding place and into the unknown, the forest's embrace welcoming them with the promise of secrets and adventure. Arson looked back at his shattered life, the flickering light of the fireplace casting long shadows on the wall. The decision was made, and there was no turning back. Their journey was fraught with danger, but the triplets pressed on, driven by an unspoken understanding that their mother, the queen, needed them. They had to escape, not just for themselves, but for her. And for the kingdom that was now in the clutches of the man who had long coveted their mother's hand. They were Saiyoshi, Katsumi, and Akihiro.

Arson, a boy with eyes that mirrored the deepest secrets of the night, sat in a corner of the kitchen, his hands clutching the shattered remnants of a once beautiful dish. His mother's rage had sent him stumbling into the room, the delicate porcelain slipping from his grasp to shatter into a hundred pieces at his feet. His heart raced as the echo of her harsh words stung his ears. "You clumsy fool!" she spat, her eyes narrowed like a cat's ready to pounce. "You're no son of mine!" Arson felt a tear slip down his cheek, hot and bitter, as he watched his four half-siblings and mother gather around the warmth of the hearth. They laughed and jeered, sharing stories of their cruel deeds, while he remained shrouded in darkness. The heat from the fire did not reach him, nor did their laughter. All he felt was the cold, unforgiving grip of loneliness tightening around his heart. Arson looked back at his shattered life, the flickering light of the fireplace casting long shadows on the wall. The decision was made, and there was no turning back. Arson took one last, lingering glance at the house that had never truly been his home. He wiped the tears from his face, his eyes dry now. At the tender age of eight, he had never felt so alone, so lost. But as he turned to leave, the whisper of the wind seemed to carry a promise of something more - a destiny that awaited him beyond the horizon. And so he ran, his small legs carrying him into the night, the sound of his name echoing through the trees like a call to arms.