25.+27 Rich and poor Dystopian Omegaverse Au
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TW: Inbreeding, mention of stillborn and death in utero, arranged marriages, infertility, gay ship, classism.
WC:3,590 High class! Omega! Hizashi Yamada x Lower class! Alpha! Shouta Aizawa.
The year was 1910, and today was Matching Day. A new holiday that the government had implemented to occur once every three months, when they learned of how much interbreeding was happening within the upper-class packs, which was resulting in a high mortality rate in new pups after birth or dying in the womb due to medical complications because of the inbreeding. The government had cracked down on the incestual relationships and broken off deals of arranged marriages within the higher-class families; however, not all the arranged marriages were disbanded, as the higher-class families would pay off government officials who were blood purity supremacists to turn a blind eye to the now-illegal arrangements being carried out behind closed doors. Hizashi had almost been arranged to a Dutchess who was a close cousin of his before the government interfered.
This was Hizashi’s first Matching Day, and he was seated amongst all the other high-class Omegas who were waiting to be matched with the low-class Alphas sitting on the other side of the room. He fidgeted with the hem of his ivory and gold ceremonial robes like all the other nervous Omegas who were being forced to partake in this organized ritual. On the other side of the room were the low-class Alphas in their dark grey and silver robes, probably the best clothes they’ve ever seen, judging by how some of the Alphas were messing with their robes. Hizashi knew that the low-class Alphas, no matter how attractive some of them looked, all came from the other side of the tracks: The dirtier and darker underbelly compared to the clean, gilded, and pristine city that Hizashi lived in. He had heard rumors amongst the members of high society that, unlike them, the lower-class packs were prospering. They didn’t have arranged marriages, nor did they care who they married.
A merchant could marry a baker’s daughter, and no one would bat an eye. The one thing that infuriated the high-class packs was that the low-class Omegas managed to birth healthy litters and keep the pups alive past their first year of life. Their offspring were thriving. Hizashi was aware of the low mortality rate of the high-class pups, knowing several people who had lost their children due to defects or complications in birth. He was sure that the low-class packs had rumors by the way he saw the Alphas staring at the Omegas and whispering amongst themselves. Hizashi tilted his head in the Alpha’s direction to try and listen in on the rumors and learn what the lower-class packs really thought of the higher-class members of society.
“Don’t you know we’re doomed? Those high-class Omegas are nearly barren because of them mating with their siblings!” One of them whispered to their friend, who snickered in response. Hizashi scrunched his nose in disgust before tilting his head away from the Alphas and minding his own business. Those kinds of rumors had devastated the High-class packs, so the government took matters into their own hands, breaking up the incestual relationships, and making them match up the low-class individuals, saying that the new matches were to add new genetics and change the mortality rate of new litters and boost the dwindling population.
Hizashi watched as a government official, a woman in a beige suit, took the stand and spoke into the microphone on the pulpit. “Welcome, everyone, to this season’s Matching Day. Today, all Omegas and Alphas will leave this hall with a mate. Things will be done a bit differently this season. When an Omega’s name is called, they will be sent to a waiting room where the name of their Alpha will be waiting for them in a little white envelope. Once all the Omegas are settled in their rooms, the Alphas will be told who their Omega is and escorted to the corresponding room. This is to prevent any Alphas from trying to claim an Omega that hasn’t been matched with them and any other negative altercations. Now, since we started last season with the names of the Omegas in ascending order, we will begin them in descending order. The first Omega called forward is the oldest son of the Yamada Clan, Hizashi! You may head into the hall, and the guards there will escort you to your waiting room.” The woman spoke with an eerie smile on her face. Hizashi stood u, and followed the rules given out.
He felt all the Alpha’s eyes on him as he walked down the center aisle and exited into the hallway, where guards would escort him to his waiting room, where he would learn who his Alpha would be. Once inside the room, Hizashi heard the door close and lock behind him. Inside the room, there was a window in the back right corner, letting light flood into the room, made from white granite streaked with grey, silver, and black inclusions. There were two ornate pillars holding the room up and framing the gilded chair in the middle of the room. On the cushion was the stark-white envelope with his name written in cursive. Hizashi approached the chair and picked up the letter. He held the letter in his hands with bated breath. He broke the seal bearing the mark of the Government and pulled the letter out that would decide his fate. He unfolded the paper and read: Mr. Yamada, I am proud to present to you the name of your Alpha. He is a prestigious Alpha reigning from a clan that provides resources for the people of the Underground. His name is Shouta Aizawa of the Aizawa clan. He is very sought after by many Omegas in the lower city. But you’re his lucky mate! And he will be brought to you shortly. We look forward to seeing the litters that you and Mr. Aizawa produce. Happy Matching Day. Kind Regards,
Madam President.
Hizashi’s hands shook as he read the letter repeatedly. He had heard of this Shouta Aizawa, and his parents had warned him of this scoundrel. Shouta was the popular kid of the underground, the Alpha that all the Omegas swooned for, and the one Alpha his parents wouldn’t approve of.
He gripped the edges of his letter and paced the room for a bit before sitting in the chair that faced the door. He slumped down in the chair, re-reading the letter again as he processed this information in front of him. Two hours passed, even though it felt longer to Hizashi as he waited. He knew that the Government would make sure that all Omegas from both classes were safe and secure in their rooms before the Alphas would be released one by one to meet their mate. Since the official said they’d be announcing the surnames in reverse, Hizashi knew that he’d be waiting for a while. He was thankful for the screen embedded in the stone that would list what surname the official was on, so the Omegas waiting in their rooms wouldn’t get too worked up. Hizashi had one elbow propping his head up on the armrest of the chair, staring at the screen in the wall, watching as the names were shown in reverse alphabetical order. Servants would pop in from time to time, offering refreshments to him while he watched the screen slowly get closer to the surnames starting with ‘A’. He heard various joyous noises of the Omegas meeting their Alphas for the first time, and some of the Omegas sobbing because of the situation they had been put in, and their parents disowning them because of the status of their new mate being lower than theirs.
When he saw the name ‘Aizawa’ on the screen, he tensed up, waiting for Shouta to be escorted to his room. He wasn’t too happy with this arrangement, and he knew that his parents would have let him marry a distant cousin rather than someone from the grimy, grungy, filthy underbelly of the city where the lower-class mutts came from and cooked up the false lies that were sold as rumors about the higher-class packs that would ruin even the most famous clans. His parents wouldn’t care that Shouta’s family was practically the royals of the low-class packs; they only cared that his mate came from a low-class family. Hizashi watched the door with anxiety coursing through his veins. He didn’t know how Shouta would react to this match. Would he be all for the match and be happy? Or would he be upset and make this a mating of convenience? Or would he take advantage of the situation and comply with the ordinance? Most people would go for a higher placing in society and marry into a richer family if it suited them, but Hizashi didn’t know anything about Shouta on a personal level. He only knew that he came from a respectful clan, coming from the lower classes, and that his family helped those less fortunate than them. He leaned into his arm while he waited, lifting his head when he heard the doorknob turn, and watched the door open. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw Shouta step inside and close the door behind him.
“Expecting someone else?” Shouta asked as he entered the room. “No. I was worried that my parents would come through that door and try to convince me against the match.” Hizashi said, finally able to take a good look at the Alpha he had been paired with. Shouta had long, wavy black hair that was tied back in a ponytail. He was tall, wearing one of the low-class ceremonial robes that hid his build, even though the sleeves of the jacket seemed to strain against his biceps, which gave Hizashi the idea that Shouta had a muscular build under the robes. Shouta sat in the chair across from Hizashi and stared back at him. “That worried, huh? Some of my buddies literally had their Omegas’ parents threaten them when they showed up in the room. It was quite the entertainment while I was escorted here.” Shouta said with a chuckle and a smile, pulling the corner of his mouth up. “Must’ve been so interesting to have entertained someone like yourself. What can you tell me about yourself?” Hizashi asked, leaning to his other arm to watch Shouta lean back and match his gaze.
“What do you want to know? I’m an open book. My family runs the distribution center to provide food, clothing, and other supplies to the many clans of the Undercity. I am the eldest son of four, my father is the Undercity’s mayor, my mother runs a clinic to care for the expecting Omegas, and my two sisters and younger brother all work with the community in their own way, be it helping a young mother care for her pups or helping a new family move in. My family is a good family, Hizashi. There’s nothing you need to worry about. I can provide for you in any way that I can. It might not be up to the standard you're used to, but we can live comfortably. I am asking that you accept me as your mate. Even if your family doesn’t accept me, my family will accept you.” Shouta explained, telling Hizashi who he was and what he could do for him. Hizashi listened, feeling a small spark of hope flicker to life inside of him. The one thing holding him back was how his parents would react to Shouta becoming a member of their family, as he would become part of Shouta’s family. Hizashi stood up and walked over to Shouta, who stood as he approached. Shouta stood still, holding his arm out for Hizashi to take. When Hizashi linked his arm with Shouta’s, the Alpha visibly relaxed.
“Where shall we go first? We can go anywhere you’d like, Hizashi.” Shouta said as they held hands and left the room. Once in the hallway, Shouta pulled Hizashi off to the side, shielding his body with his own from any prying eyes. Hizashi averted his eyes from looking directly at Shouta’s chest and stared at the ground. Shouta let out a low chuckle rumble from his chest as he tilted Hizashi’s head up to look him in the eyes. “Look me in the eyes. There’s nothing you need to be afraid of. I’ll make sure you’re cared for, no matter what. I’ll hurt anyone who dares look at you in the wrong way, got that? Now, where are we going first?” Shouta asked in a firm, yet gentle tone. Hizashi looked directly into his Alpha’s eyes and took a deep breath before speaking. “To my house, where you will meet my parents. Let’s hope they approve of you.” Hizashi said in a tone that was barely above a whisper. “Lead the way, sweetheart,” Shouta told him, pecking his cheek before holding his hand and walking with Hizashi out of the cold, stone hall and out into the open air. Hizashi clung to Shouta’s arm as he led him through the gilded streets of the higher-class city. He turned on one street and up a long driveway and to a lavish mansion where Hizashi knew his parents were waiting. They were waiting to see how bad their son’s mate would be and if the status of his mate was worth disowning their son for.
They arrived at the front step, and Hizashi hesitated, knocking on the front door. Shouta took his hands in his and turned to face him. “Hey, you’re not alone in this. We’re going to do this together, because that’s what we are, we are one unit, Alpha and Omega, mates, husbands, whatever you want to call it. You’re never going to be alone again. I have heard horror stories of upper-class Alphas and Omegas being disowned because their mate was too ‘low-class’ for their family to be associated with.
“Trust me when I say this: If your parents have the audacity to cut you out of their family, my family will take you in as one of our own. Your family would miss out on learning who you are as a mated Omega. Now, c’mon, I want to meet your parents.” Shouta reassured Hizashi and knocked on the door. When the door opened, the Yamada Clan butler showed up on the other side of the door. His eyes widened when he saw Hizashi standing next to Shouta, holding his hand, and looking up at the butler. “Master Hizashi, I see you have returned. May I ask who this young man is with you?” The Butler asked as he opened the door wider. “This is Shouta Aizawa, my match. He will be my mate after he meets my parents.” Hizashi said, looking to Shouta as he spoke. The butler let them inside and led them to the front parlor, where Mr. and Mrs. Yamada were keeping themselves entertained while they waited for their son to return.
“Mom, Dad, this is Shouta. He’s my match. My Alpha. He comes from a good family hailing from the Undercit, and I’m going to be his mate.” Hizashi said, addressing his parents. His parents stared at him in stunned silence as their gazes swapped between their son and the man standing next to him, wearing the ceremonial clothes that categorized him as a member of the low-class Packs. Hizashi’s father stood up, setting his cup of tea firmly on its saucer in the tray before approaching Shouta with the usual stoic expression painted on his face. Hizashi gripped Shouta’s hand nervously, anticipating the scolding that Shouta would receive from his father. Hizashi’s father looked to where his son was holding this lower-class Alpha’s hand and spoke: “Go into the other room with your mother. The Alphas need to talk.” He instructed. Hizashi obeyed, letting go of Shouta’s hand and following his mother into the kitchen to let the Alphas talk. Once alone, Shouta sat across from Hizashi’s father, who offered him a cup of tea, which he accepted. After the head of the Yamada clan settled back with his tea in hand, he stared down Shouta with a look that could curdle milk. “Tell me, young man, from which clan do you hail?” “The Aizawa clan, sir,” Shouta responded, making the older man’s eyebrow raise quizzically. “What is the Aizawa clan known for?” “Distributing resources to the clans of the Undercity, sir.” “Is that all? Nothing nefarious or connecting you to the dark markets linked with the Undercity? There are many rumors saying that lower-class packs who are ‘better off’ than some of the cohorts get their wealth from illegal sources.” He spoke.
“I can assure you, Mr. Yamada, my family is not associated with any of the clans participating in that sort of illicit activities. If anything, my family stops and detains those people. If you are worried about the welfare of your son, I can reassure you that he will be safe with me.” Shouta explained, hoping his words would reassure Hizashi’s father. Mr. Yamada set his cup down after taking a drink of the liquid within before making eye contact with Shouta. “I knew the low-class packs were not as bad as some of the upper-class packs portrayed them to be. You see, I came from a low-class pack. But I am sure things have changed since then. Can you dispel one rumor that I have heard swirling amongst the high-class packs?”
“Sure, what is it?” Shouta asked. “I had heard that the lower-class packs don’t arrange their marriage; they marry whomever they please, and because of this, your pups thrive past infancy. Some of the packs even share their mates amongst them. Does your family partake in this practice?” Mr. Yamada asked, staring at Shouta with a chilling intensity. “No, we don’t. Only a select few packs practice polygamy; they usually keep their practice within other consenting packs, and incestual practices aren’t allowed in the Undercity.” Shouta spoke, sipping at his tea,
And glancing up at Mr. Yamada. “I see. That is good. I wouldn’t want my son to be passed around like some trophy.” He spoke, staring back at Shouta. “No one else will be allowed to touch him in such a way. Only I will see Hizashi without clothing. The only other person who might see him naked is our family physician. Despite what the Upper-class packs think, we are not heathens.” Shouta said firmly. “Very well. I approve of your bonding with my son.” Mr. Yamada spoke, a smile teasing the edges of his mouth. Shouta stared him down, setting his cup back on the tray before standing up and going to the kitchen.
“Thank you, but I never needed your approval. I was going to take Hizashi home, no matter what your verdict is. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll be taking Hizashi to the Undercity, and away from this… oppressive environment. Hopefully, he will learn how to breathe and relax for once. He’s too uptight and now I know why.” Shouta spoke before going into the kitchen, where he found Hizashi talking with his mother, learning what an Omega is expected to do for their Alpha once mated to them. Hizashi looked up to Shouta as he approached, a soft smile creeping on his face while he held his cup of tea. “Ready?” Shouta asked, raising his eyebrow at Hizashi, hoping he would be ready to leave. “Yeah, whenever you’re ready to go,” Hizashi spoke. He then drained his cup and handed it back to his mother. Hizashi then hugged his mother in a teary goodbye before he left with Shouta. Once outside, Shouta led Hizashi to the gate that separated the Upper City from the Undercity. Shouta stopped and turned to face Hizashi.
“Before we go in, do you have any concerns you’d like to tell me?” Shouta asked as he held Hizashi’s hands in his. Hizashi stared in his eyes and gripped his hands back as he had no concern. Ever since he presented as an Omega when he hit puberty, he wanted to bear his own litter, but due to the increasing infertility rates of the higher-class packs, he was worried that he was like most of the Omegas in his family; some were barren, while others had low chances of successfully carrying a litter to full term. “I’m worried that I can’t carry a litter to full term,” Hizashi whispered. “You don’t need to worry about that right now. We will cross that bridge when we come to it. For now, we will focus on being a newly mated couple, getting to know one another, and taking our time.” He reassured him, pulling him in for a hug, then taking his hand and leading him through the gate to a new life.
The End.
