Takemichi harem stories

True Colors Part 3

Summary: Takemichi knows he should of known better. He knew he shouldn't have trusted them. He knew. But he couldn't help himself and trusted them. Perhaps he was just lonely and desperate for love. He shouldn't of trusted them, he knows but he couldn't help it. After a omega shouldn't trust an alphas words so easily. A story where Takemichi is an omega, a lonely one and he meets two Alphas that promises to protect him and love him. He only has himself to blame for this outcome. He only has himself to blame, for the reason why he has to run and try to save whatever little freedom he had left. Part three of True Colors.

Theme: Angst 💔💔💔💔💔
Ships: Takemichi x Mikey x Izana
Notes: Yandere and possessive behavior.

Takemichi's Pov(2 years later, present)

I let out another sigh as I slumped forward on the cold counter top of my kitchen. My gaze fell onto the back of one of my closest friends, Mikey. He still had his long blonde hair from when I first met him. He was currently making coffee for both of us. After the first time we met, the three of us got close through trust and time.

We became so close that I gave both of them a spare key to my apartment. I know it was careless of me, an omega, to give an alpha a key to my apartment, but I know deep down that they wouldn't hurt me. After a while, I got used to waking up and seeing them in the kitchen, either cooking or raiding the fridge. It has just become a normal sight to wake up to. Izana went out, so it was just me and Mikey. "Mikey, when are you going to finish? You're taking longer than usual. "

"Hm? Ah, sorry Mitchy... I'm just trying a new recipe. " "A new recipe for coffee?" I heard a chuckle, "Just trying something I saw on the internet." I gave him an oh and made my way towards him. When I was next to him, I slumped down next to him and starred at him. He flinches, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him quickly put something back into his pocket. I stared at him. What was that? Was I just seeing things? Maybe I should ask him about it? No, he won't hurt me. I then felt my hair being ruffled. "Don't do that, Mitchy! What if I spill something on you? " "Sorry." "It's okay...there it's finished." I nodded my head and followed him to the living room, where he brought both cups with him.

When I'm seated on the comfy cushion, I'm handed a blue cup with the hot liquid goodness. As I took a sip of the liquid, I immediately noticed a different taste. It tasted good. It just had an off taste. "Is it good?" I nod my head, "Like always." He smiled at me and drank some of his own drink.

After a few minutes, I suddenly got a strange feeling. It was like a gut feeling. I had a gut feeling that was telling me that something was wrong. I tried to shake it off. But the longer I tried to ignore it, the stronger it got. A throbbing pain soon made its way to my head as I brought my hands to my head and held it. I felt my vision getting a little fuzzy as I tried to rub it off. Maybe I was tired? No, that can't be. I woke up not too long ago.

"What's wrong, Mitchy?" I turn my attention to Mikey. My vision got a little better. But my head throbbed painfully. Then a certain thought came into my mind. Run. I suddenly felt the urge to run. To get away from whatever was happening here. Wait... I only started to feel like this after I drank the coffee Mikey gave me. Did he put something in it? Was that why he hid something as soon as he saw me? I looked at Mikey, confusion clearly written all over my face. "Mikey...the coffee...did you...put... something in it?"

I don't know what I was expecting. I was probably expecting him to deny it and even blame it on the coffee brand. I was hoping he would say something to justify himself. But this was definitely not what I expected. Instead of his cherry smile, there was a twisted smile on his face. A twisted smile you'll only see on cartoon villain characters. I couldn't recognize the emotion in his eyes. I felt disgusted under his gaze. I wanted to run and hide somewhere from him. "Ah, it seems like you found it out." "Don't worry, this will be all over..." Soon you'll be claimed by your alphas. " Don't be concerned, my omega; you'll feel better soon... just accept it."

Alphas? Claim? What was he talking about? Then everything fell into place. Everything soon made sense to him. How come he didn't see this coming? I basically walked into this trap. I was terrified. I should have... No Takemichi focus. You have to escape.

With the remaining strength I had left, I pushed myself off the couch. I heard a sigh before I felt arms around my stomach and was lifted off the ground. I kicked and screamed with all my might. "Let go!" "Let go of me!" I began to scream and kick in hopes of Mikey dropping me. I felt tears ran down my cheeks as an idea came to mind. With all my might and determination, I kicked my leg backwards, successfully hitting the forbidden spot. Mikey let him go with a groan "Damnit, Takemichi!"

While Mikey was on the floor groaning and holding his groin area, I used this as a chance to escape. With a groan, I slowly got up with the help of the couch. Once I was on my feet, I slowly took a step forward, only for my view of the room to tilt sideways and my face made contact with the floor. I felt shivers down my spine. My heart was beating as loud as African drums as I heard a dark chuckle. "So cute, Takemichy".

I glanced backwards to see Mikey already on his feet. His gaze was cold and held that same unknown emotion, but that same twisted smile never left his face; it only grew. More tears ran down my face as I tried to drag myself to the front door. I can do it! Just a few more... My thoughts were cut off when I felt a pair of hands on my ankles.

Before I knew it, I was yanked backwards. I screamed and grabbed onto the leg of the coffee table in a useless attempt to escape. "Mikey please! Just let go of me! "Please!" Shh, don't worry Mitchy, we'll be a family soon." No, I don't want that. I don't want any of this. When he yanked me back again and my grip slipped, I hiccupped and cried even more. I was suddenly flipped over, so I was now on my back. He now had a firm grip on my waist. "Now now, Mitchy, don't fret." I shook my head and kicked against him. I even punched him, but he didn't budge, not even a little.

My gaze then fell on a glass vase with roses on the coffee table. I managed to land a kick on his face, and his grip on me slackened. I reached over and grabbed onto the vase. "Takemichi..." I cut him off as I slammed the vase on top of his head. My breathing grew ragged as I watched him slump backwards and land on the floor. With tears and a heavy heart, I crawled my way to the front door.

I let out a small cheer when I was right in front of the door. I reached out for the door, only for me to stop when it suddenly opened. There it revealed a familiar male with white hair and purple eyes. "Izana!" I screamed. "Mitchy? Hey, what's wrong? " He stooped down. I hugged him and cried, "Izana help! It's Mikey. " "I don't know... he...he put something in my drink!" "Izana" means " Help me!"

I felt my head being patted and his hold on me tightened. I glanced up at him when I heard no response. I froze as I felt my body tremble. Izana was wearing the same unknown emotion as Mikey. I flinched when I heard a sigh, and he was now looking at me right in the eye. "Why did you have to make this difficult? Why couldn't you just accept it? " He says, his voice cold.

I felt as if the world had come crashing down on my shoulders. How can I be so stupid? It was clearly obvious what they wanted. So why? I felt my cheek being grasped as I was forced to look at the person I had trusted. "Shh don't cry, this will be all over...It's better for you to just accept it." With the remaining strength I had, I pushed away from me. "I hate you! I hate you!" "How can you do this to me?" "I trusted you." "You don't hate us, Mitchy...and you still trust us." "You love us just as we love you." I felt my heart stop as I looked over my shoulder to see Mikey.

He stood there like normal, like I didn't smash his head with a glass vase. Frustrated tears ran down my face as I stared at him in shock. He stood there with that twisted smile, blood dripping from his head. "I don't love you! I hate you! " Just then, I felt my vision getting blurry and my head aching even more than before. "Shh, just accept it..." You'll get used to it. " "You're ours, Mitchy." That was the last thing I heard. Darkness consumed everything around me.

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TBC