The Disappeared

CHAPTER 4 LOSS

Ukai knew this day would come, the day he would lose his mind. Seriously, after years of just living a lazy laid back life working in the store. It was bound to happen, however the alpha found it hard to accept the moment it did.

"Coach?" The hallucination leaned forward, his legs crossed under him, hands resting on his knees. Well if it wasn't a hallucination then it was a ghost, yes he was being haunted then. He glanced shakily at his Butsudan where a picture of his mother sat, he expected her to haunt him and reprimand him for never giving her grandchildren. He was always a good for nothing useless alpha as a son.

He put a cigarette to his lips wanting to badly light it but his hands were shaking too much to even pick his lighter up.

"Am I dead?" Ukai swallowed, the thought coming to him suddenly, "Oh, godds. I'm dead. You're here because you're angry. Oh, godds I never got to tell Itta-chan how much I loved him. Or just how much I miss him. Or wait, maybe I'm not dead. Maybe you're just haunting me because I refused to be coach. Did I stir up your angry spirit?"

Ukai started digging in a drawer of the small wood table holding a lamp near the couch. The alpha store owner was sitting crosslegged on the wood floor of his apartment. Suga remained seated and confused in front of his coach.

Well sure it was the same bleach blond coach although his hair seemed less vibrant and more faded, his face more angled and carried wrinkles around the corners of his eyes and mouth.

He was wearing the same red track suit with sleeves rolled to his elbows, Suga had followed the coach up the stairs to the small apartment above the now closed shop.

Once Ukai had seen him the alpha had vaulted over the counter muttering under his breath as he started for the back stairs.

Suga had been startled but had mind enough to flip the shop sign to closed and lock up. He then rushed towards the back of the shop. Calling out to his distraught coach.

Suga switched the lights off, confused he followed the shop owner,  worried now for his coach. Now here Suga sat in his coach's tiny livingroom waiting for the man to make sense. The two were staring at each other across a low wood table.

"Have you been drinking coach?" Suga felt rude asking, but maybe it wasn't a good time. But then who could he talk to!?

"Don't call me coach!" Ukai growled his head turned away as he rummaged in a drawer. "I know it's here. I know-ah found it!"

"Coach?" Suga had flinched, he swallowed his frown wavering  "You aren't making any sense. I told you I need your help."

Ukai turned around and threw salt at Suga with his left hand as he clutched wooden prayer beads in his right hand. "Begone evil spirit! Release your anger and be free-"

Suga sputtered the salt landed in his face but luckily not his eyes. "Coach! What are you doing! I could have gone blind! Why do you have beads?"

Suga shook the salt out of his hair, he sighed heavily, "Are you going to help me? I've told you this joke is old! If you are in on it too I don't know what I'll do. This is so cruel! It's far from funny!"

Suga tried to hold the tears of frustration back, he knew his scent of anxiety was dusting the air around him this was all just. All just overwhelming.

His coach frowned leaning over the table placing the beads on the table he slowly pointed his finger at Suga pressing his pointer into the young omega's shoulder. The force was enough to push Suga back a little, surprising the young boy but not hurting him.

"You're real." Coach's eyes were wide and mouth dry, his words almost a whisper.

"Of course I'm real!" Suga couldn't hold his tears back. "Why is everyone being so weird?!"