Kyouya stared silently out the window, watching the scenery glide by as the car carried him onward to his planned destination. Outwardly his expression was calm, not giving the slightest hint to his inner turmoil. for as with all well-bred Ootori he had been raised to conceal his emotions behind a mask. Unfortunately, there was nothing to be done for his rigid frame pressed tensely against the upholstery.
Having presented as an alpha, as expected of him, he had far more freedom than many in their dynamic orientated society and had planned to take full advantage of the benefits at his disposal. He had seen no reason to merely sit on the sidelines and let his older brothers hog the spotlight.
Of course alphas had their own societal expectations or, at least, generalisations… many of which the youngest Ootori couldn’t be bothered with. A prime example was the claiming of an omega. He had always considered alphas that gave in to their baser urges with whatever omega was available uncivilized beasts but the thought of properly bonding with one he considered a total waste of time.
Kyouya had dreams and ambitions he wished to strive for and he certainly didn’t need a tag-a-long omega to create a hassle in his perfectly ordered life. He had never planned on accepting one, always thinking that his brothers and sister were more than capable of extending the family line without any aid from him. But now… but now…
How could they do this to me….
A flash of ire momentarily broke through his calm facade before he quickly masked it once more before his father could catch sight of it. No matter how he despised the situation, he would be a perfect Ootori until the bitter end.
Slowly the car pulled to a stop outside the big lavish restaurant where he would be meeting the omega his family had decided to force on him, the mere thought of it making him inwardly cringe. Taking a calming breath, Kyouya stiffly climbed from the vehicle to follow behind his family.
He hated how little power he had… with no power to refuse the alpha patriarch of the Ootori family, he could only comply. It wasn’t even just that he was being unwillingly forced into marriage with an omega but that of all the possible omegas his family could have selected… he was a what? A model?
Why couldn’t they have picked someone he would have a use for, like someone with more to offer in the strength or business departments…. what use did he have for a pretty face? Absolutely nothing.
At last they reached the meeting location, the top floor where it was secluded. Polite as decorum required him to be, he greeted his future mother-in-law before disdainfully turning to regard his future spouse. The meek little mouse couldn’t even bare to look at him and he was so spindly… never mind carrying pups would he even be able to take an alpha without snapping in two?
Regarding him for a moment, Kyouya could begrudgingly admit that others would no doubt call the omega a stunning beauty but again… what need had he for a pretty-faced omega, or for that matter any omega at all.
Well for me it’s no pleasure at all…
Trying his best not to sneer at the mouse’s greeting and to keep his scent well under control lest it reveal his true feelings, he slightly inclined his head in acknowledgement before giving a greeting his family would deem acceptable.
“Kyouya Ootori, the pleasure is all mine.”
The words that came back were a perfectly polite pre-made answer, all too fitting to his own reluctant greeting. He didn’t bother looking up, but he doubted his expression would be anything other than pure -fake- amiability. The restrain the alpha named Kyouya kept on his own scent -now barely reaching Izumi’s nose- a good tell on his insincerity. Or maybe was it simply his lack of interest in the situation at hand?
Before coming here, plenty of possibilities had crossed his mind. He’d found he thought of being immediately touched, approached or leered by his soon to be alpha absolute revolting - the idea of an alpha proudly pulling him along like a pet, nothing short of humiliating.
And yet, he severely underestimated how infuriating absolute indifference could be.
He would have laughed if he could - a spiteful, angry laugh. Was this alpha irritated about being here? Fucker. He had it good! As if Izumi himself ever wanted to be here, displayed like an object before a buyer, having to smile and nod and nothing else.
He took one deep breath, making sure not to let his emotions ruin the one thing his mother had hoped of him. At the very least the omega collar tightly closed around his neck kept any scent from leaking.
Maybe feeling the silence, the patriarch of the Ootori family made his move - soon commanding everyone to the table. Bowing lightly in agreement, Izumi moved to the end of the table, standing besides it as he awaited for an alpha to order him where to sit. Omega manners drilled into his mind despite how much he hated it.
His mother, also an omega, did the same. Not many people followed these manners nowadays, but omiai meetings were one of the rare cases where this was expected. He wondered if the Ootori family would also expect this level of ‘manners’ for the rest of his life...
Only when he was commanded for one of the sits did he move again, bowing forward ever so gracefully to thank the alpha that spoke to him, moving to sit besides his future husband as it was tradition.
Gently sitting down, he greeted him again. For the first time seeing the black eyes that would judge him for the rest of his life... he hated them. The fact that he might have thought of them as attractive in any other situation all the more irritating.
“Ootori-san, if I may?” he spoke up, offering to serve his drink as it was customary, a fake smile placed on his face as he played his part.
A well set display where neither of the actors were really into it - merely following the motions as to convince the uncaring audience of their words. A logical facade.
he wondered if any omega had gotten away with murdering their husband..
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