In A Pack World

Ch.10 Hinata's Dad

~A/N sorry this is so late I've had some stuff going on and it's been busy, I will warn that I'm going to gloss over some stuff in the next chapter because things will begin picking up from there. 

******************The Hinata's Past

~ Before this section starts I'll explain why the whole weakest or most protected pack member is a thing. Omegas that have a more prominent or intense connection to what is referred to as their wild or instinctual side. These omegas tend to have stronger scents and 'breed' stronger healthier pups; because of their strong scent they also tend to be targeted more by alphas or other packs that want to steal them. When their 'wild side' is so blended with them they also tend to have better physical and mental health although because of that they also are more slave to baser instincts like submitting to higher alphas and having drops when overwhelmed or afraid. A drop is something that acts as a safeguard or way out for omegas, so that they don't have to hurt or be mentally affected by a situation. That's why they have to feel safe before they come out of their drops. Drops can be dangerous if not pulled out of said drop fast enough. If it lasts more than 20 minutes it can cause memory loss, as well as the shutting down of a body. Extreme cases can lead to death. Drops can also be used to warn surrounding omegas of the dropping omegas mindset and dangerous condition, this is usually in cases of assault of a sexual nature or abusive situations. The moniker of most vulnerable pack member will stay until they are mated and fully claimed.

No one would associate the happy Hinata family with organized crime, it just wasn't something done. Then again most sons of Yakuza leaders didn't run away with their pregnant mate the day they turned eighteen. Hiro was different though, with a ready smile and a happy go lucky attitude many said that the young alpha closely resembled his mother. That is until they tried to take advantage of his perceived personality, then it was thought that he was like his shinobi ancestors; merciless and blood thirsty.

The young light haired alpha had decided though that his little beta mate would not be put in jeopardy. He had met Yuki Hinata during a school tournament, the young woman had violently rebuffed several handsy alphas and even picked up one of the event baseball bats to beat the offending alphas into submission. The firey red head had his attention immediately and when his eyes met steal gray ones, he knew this bad ass spitfire of a woman was his mate.

He never officially asked Yuki to mate him it was almost like an unconscious understanding that it would happen. His father was flabbergasted when he just showed up with the girl one night, not stating who she was or why she was there; just heavily scenting and making out with this seemingly random young girl. He picked Yuki up from class every afternoon and the two spent much of their time learning about one another in the quiet of early mornings. Hiro marked her at the end of their first month of knowing one another, Yuki following shortly after. Six months later and Yuki was pregnant while everyone around her was confused and outraged not having any idea who this mysterious mate that they'd never met was. With the news of their first child on the way Hiro was pushed to action. He cleared out his bank account hopped on his bike and drove to Yuki's, where the girl had been grounded and effectively locked away. Yuki's own family was highly traditional, even if they were mated it brought shame on the family to have an unmarried pregnant beta, walking out and about, never mind her already rebellious attitude and clothing. As he revved his bike a large ornamental vase came sailing through the upstairs window, Yuki climbing after it through the broken glass a large bag slung over her shoulder as she jumped from her window into Hiro's waiting arms. Yuki's alpha brother held both her alpha parents back giving her a wink and a wave as he stood strong in front of the door.

That brother was the only one who received information from his sister or her mate, now husband.

It had already been 3 years since their great escape and both were doing more than well for themselves their first pup with his tiny hands and tufts of crazy orange hair was the perfect mix of them both neither caring that their happy little pup was a confirmed omega; just as long as he was happy and safe they didn't care at all. That was also the year that Hiro was recognized for the first time, not as Hiro Hinata but as Hiro the Yakuza's son and heir. That was the first night he'd come home smelling like blood, leaving Yuki questioning him but getting nothing but his sunny huge grin.

It was several more years of happy peace and a new little baby girl joining their small family before Hiro was recognized again. His omega son now almost ten and his little omega daughter already two years old. He'd picked his son up from school that day and was watching as his son excitedly talked about volleyball, until they were surrounded by a group of rough looking men.

"Hey how much you want for the little omega, we'll pay you good for him." Hiro's eyes flashed as he pushed his scent out threateningly with deadly control and accuracy, his entire arua changing completely. Against guns and knives, Hiro truly shouldn't have done as well as he did, if he was normal, if he hadn't been protecting his pup, if he didn't love his pups so much; if he wasn't willing to fight with everything he had. Little Shoyou watched with confusion as a man swung at his daddy, red blood flying towards the ground and landing on his small chubby cheeks; the first man went down when his dad did some amazing move he'd never seen before. He would've run, he was about to so he could call for help but the big men were all around them, they smelled like alcohol and some bitter sharp smell that hurt his sensitive nose. Shoyou's dad had thrown his suit jacket towards his son and now as another knife caught his arm and tore away his sleeve, the rough smelly men stopped seeming to hold their breath. "Yakuza, Hotouki call in reinforcements; looks like we got a Yakuza boy in our territory." With some adrenaline fueled need Hiro Hinata fought and killed all of the men who had threatened his pup before they could call for more friends, not to say it didn't cost him, not to say it didn't cost his little boy to see his dad stumble in front of him covered in blood. Not to say that the guilt at leaving his family behind didn't eat him up as he watched his son clutch at his body and attempt to hold the blood in with his discarded jacket. But his pup was alive, they would all be safe, no one would know about Hiro the Yakuza all they would know was Hiro Hinata who died for his precious pup. He'd watch over him of course and his special little girl. He lifted his heavy arms for the last time to rest them on his son's face, "Sho, buddy, I love you, none of this was your fault and I want you to keep going after your dreams. Become a volleyball player, be yourself and tell the world that secondary gender means nothing, after all you're my little Sho and you can do anything." Hiro's eyes fluttered closed for the last time a small smile settled over his features, his boy would be just fine and he knew that his little Natsu would be just like her mother unapologetically herself, he couldn't wait to watch them grow up.

Shoyou's screams eventually attracted the police, all of them surprised to find an alley full of thugs laying dead and a small omega pup covered in blood and screaming.

The funeral was one of the biggest the community had ever seen, the Hinata's were after all well liked by everyone and if the men who'd stayed at the back of the room, pained looks on their faces were a bit suspicious no one said a word. Even as the youngest Hinata wandered over to the oldest looking man holding out a flower to him because he looked sad, one lone tear forming in the corner of his eye. The only one brave enough to walk towards the large suspicious men was the other Hinata child who'd walked to his sister quietly explaining that they had probably known their daddy too. Having to explain to the other young omega that their daddy wouldn't be coming home, because he was away in the sky protecting them just like he'd always done. This had those in attendance filling up with more sorrow but also pride that the young alpha father had done everything to protect his pack, just like an alpha should. Two weeks later the news was only running one story, a Yakuza sect had destroyed every single local gang and within the Miyagi prefecture leaving the bodies in horrible gruesome ways as though sending a message.

Shoyou Hinata may have been young and sometimes stupid but he could connect the dots, he just never told anyone how the dots connected.