Golden Omegas [Now rewritten as Aureate Perennials]

Chapter One: The Base

Four omegas return to their base with a small and injured kid.

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Moonlight.

The moon was the only source of light

Four shadows dance along with the silhouette of the trees.

Calming scents wafting in the air.

They surrounded a certain young boy with flaming red hair.

Piles of now eight dead bodies rested not just far away from them. Sounds of clashing swords and grunts break the silence.

Someone pushed the beheaded body off him.

"Are you okay?" Kozume Kenma, a small pudding haired omega wearing a red kimono with white outlines, asked. Waiting for a small response, a sign of life from the already pale boy. He dropped his sword covered with blood.

"Don't be stupid, he's clearly not!" Semi Eita, another omega whose hair is a two-tone of gray and black to his fringes, wearing a light brown kimono with dark brown outlines, rushed in after he finished another man. He's worried about the kid who looked like he's half dead.

"I need his response, shut up," Kenma uttered, annoyed, he knew that too. He reached out his palms to begin healing the boy. Light peeked out his hand.

"Now, now Eita. Let Kozume do his work," Sugawara Koushi, a silver-haired omega with a beauty mark below his right eye wearing a black kimono with grey outlines, calmed down a panicking Semi. Slinging his bow on his shoulder after he killed two men.

"Good thing we came in time. What was he even doing at the borders of Nohebi? His scent was definitely suppressed, isn't it? I wonder how could he do that." Suga asked Kenma who was examining the boy's body.

"Mhm, it wasn't good for him either, he's unconscious, his body couldn't control all the gushing hormones," Kenma replied. Semi kneeled at the other side of the boy.

"Where do you think he's from?" Asked Semi, pointing at the red hair of the kid and the dusted freckles on his skin, illuminated by the light from Kenma's hand. The latter shrugged.

The boy was really something not from their place. His hair was orange like fire and his skin was milky and dainty, with little freckles on the right places, his nose was small and pointed. His lips were plump but still had a slight color despite him being pale and bloodied. His frame was really of a child. But the thing they noticed the most, his scent...

"He doesn't look like he's from the continent*" Kita Shinsuke approached, another two-tone haired omega whose hair was white and his fringes painted black, he was wearing a plain brown kimono with brown outlines, splattered with blood. And he was cleaning his bloodied sword.

"Finished?" Suga pointed his thumb in the direction of the men.

"Cleanly," Kita replied, sheathing his clean sword.

"He's breathing, but I don't have the proper equipment to heal him back into shape. We should go back to the base," Kenma murmured. Closing his palm. He probably only healed a few wounds, scratches, bruises, and the stab on his left shoulder and his right leg.

"Alright, Eita, carry him carefully," Suga said to Semi. Semi was the one who is able at the moment, Kenma was probably drained because of using his power, Kita might be exhausted from fighting twelve men. And Suga was to maneuver their ride.