The limit of my desires

Japan, Tokyo, 2003. A time of boredom, dullness, ordinariness and all that other stuff. Only a few conflicting groups, consisting mainly of alpha guys, omegas were rarely taken – they are much weaker than their alpha friends, occupying various areas of the seemingly huge Tokyo, can brighten up the city with their showdowns. Young, strong, angry, ambitious and confident. One of the strongest and most popular gangs, at the moment, were the Black Dragons. Created at the time by the eldest son of the Sano family, who was able to unite several gangs together. Actually, Shinichiro Sano, the head of the first generation, was an omega. A unique case, alphas are created to protect omega here, on the contrary, they are behind one of them. Shinichiro, an omega eager to create a new era of bikers, was almost able to fulfill his wish, later carefully passing it on to one of his younger brothers and all his friends. And so the idea was born to create the Tokyo Swastika, a gang that should become the strongest in all of Japan. *** June, seven o'clock in the morning. The weather was abnormally cold for summer, which carefully enveloped the city in thick fog, forcing cars to slow down, and rare passers-by who had to go outside at this time, warm their hands with their breath, in an attempt to see something at a distance of five meters from themselves. It was damp. About thirty minutes ago, a fairly heavy rain ended, leaving behind a large number of puddles, briefly giving way to the cold sun and a couple dozen singing birds in the sky. I am Keisuke Baji, I am thirteen, I am a child with tousled soot-colored hair, right now I am trying to get out of a thorny bush, into which I was unlucky enough to fall, in a heroic attempt to climb down a tree from the fifth floor. Cursing and finally getting out of the prickly branches, shaking off the stuck dirt, leaves and some twigs from the black T-shirt and red shorts, I smiled. Standing up to my full height, I looked around, then ran at full speed towards the street, simultaneously putting on a black jacket that I had been holding all this time, leaving a trail of dirt and leaves behind me. After about five minutes of running, it was time to stop. Looking around once more, I jumped over an old fence, behind which the roofs of dark garages could be seen. Approaching one of them, a gray key appeared from his pocket, on which was a keychain with the name of Baji. I took it out of the bedside table in my mother's room while she was taking a bath. After opening the garage, I pulled out a battered black bike with some difficulty. Sitting comfortably, I drove along the familiar road towards the Musashi temple, where my friends were waiting for a meeting at the appointed time. Actually, I was an ordinary thirteen-year-old child. Black hair, brown eyes, fair skin. He lived in an apartment building on the fifth floor, in a small apartment with a single mother. Just me and her. My father left us when I was about five years old. I didn't really remember him. Let them go to hell. I studied poorly, to put it mildly, a complete failure in writing, mathematics and most other subjects. The only thing that interested me besides gangs, bikes, gatherings with friends and showdowns were cats, dogs, and other domestic and street animals, and his interest in biology grew out of it, the only subject in which I had a solid four. After about twenty minutes of a monotonous landscape consisting of gray houses, huge puddles, dark sky and rare disgruntled passers-by, I finally got to an improvised “parking lot” in front of the Musashi temple, where there were already several neatly parked bikes. I was already late, so without standing on ceremony, I forcefully kicked the bike on its side, running away to my friends, leaving the iron horse lying on the cold and wet concrete. Finally reaching the temple, he stopped, catching his breath. After catching his breath, his lips stretched into a smile addressed to a small group of friends, exposing his snow-white, abnormally long fangs even for an alpha. However, surprisingly, instead of greeting me, they gave me a juicy kick on the soft fifth point, which I did not expect at all, from a tall blond guy with a dragon tattoo on his temple, for which he got his nickname. - What are you doing? I just arrived! – I howled, grabbing my ass with my hand, looking resentfully at the disgruntled Ryuguji. Despite Ken's serious, even intimidating appearance, I laughed at the top of my voice, looking at the obviously unsuccessfully woven, ugly pigtail on the back of my head, which began in black and ended with a bright pink elastic band – What kind of fashionable verdict is this? Finally went to the hairdresser? What's not bald then? – It struck a laugh again, - But seriously, what kind of shame is this? - The three guys standing behind Ken picked up the laughter, looking at the tallest in their company. Only one of us, Takashi Mitsuya, tried to restrain his laughter, trying to seem decent to the last, and most importantly a good friend, though he didn't last long. The air began to fill with faint, soft smells of alphas, who were clearly happy to contemplate this situation. Only the barely perceptible smell of spruce, exuded by Ken, red as a tomato, spoiled the whole composition. -"I didn't make it, Emma did. I think I would have done much better, but she asked me to leave it like this! – I smile. Emma was a short blonde girl who had recently developed a secondary sex – omega, however, this was expected. Alpha girls are extremely rare, especially since Emma has always been small and defenseless. Concurrently, Emma was Manjiro's favorite younger and only sister, whom he loved madly, about the same as his older brother, Shinichiro. A loud cry made me come back to reality from the memories of a pretty blonde girl. Finally, after looking at my friends, my eyes, which by the way are a beautiful coffee shade, rounded. Mikey climbed on Ken's back, wrapping his legs around his torso like a koala, pulling and pulling his hair. A rare scene, considering that only Mikey could do it with impunity. – Leave me alone! I understand everything! Ema is a gorgeous hairdresser, fuck off! - Grinning, Manjiro slowly loosened his grip, allowing the Draken, which was Ken's nickname, to throw himself off his back, after which the tall blond man began to feel his hair. - You got it already! I'm not a tree to you, why don't you jump on Takashi? Or on a Baji? – Ken hid behind my back, glaring at Manjiro. - Cheer up. Keisuke and I have too bony backs, I'm sure yours is a hundred times more comfortable? - Mitsuya put his hand on the guy's shoulder, starting to laugh loudly. Half an hour later, Mitsuya finally deigned to go to the bikes, taking out a white bag with a black uniform with golden inserts, he returned, after which he solemnly handed the package to me, because I tore up the last one for everyone last night when I decided to climb a tree, after we all took a joint photo with the gang flag, including the same place where Brother Manjiro did it at the time. In fact, there was no tree in sight, just unfortunately I was smart enough to brag to my mother about this chic new thing in the wardrobe, after which I got in the back seat, and Toman's uniform flew into the trash can that stood under the table in the kitchen. - Don't tear it, please, or I'll sew a new one with bright green threads, - Mitsuya irritably holds out a package with a neatly folded black uniform, which in a minute was like from under the ass. - Yes, don't worry so much, - He threw the package on the steps behind him, - You like to sew, don't you? Or am I confusing something? - Kazutora lightly pushed the enraged Mitsuya in the side, protecting his friend, after which he took out his backpack, which he had been holding from the very beginning, pulling out several different juices and cookies in the shape of hearts and stars, which he himself baked. By the way, I took it with raspberries, which I adored. After handing out food to everyone, we sat down on the cold stone steps that led to the sanctuary. It started to rain, forcing us all to get closer to the abandoned temple, sitting on the steps under the canopy itself. - Is it just me, or do you have some kind of smell? - Manjiro sniffed and stared at me questioningly. Jumping up, I puffed out my chest. - Really, at least someone noticed! - I smiled, watching Takashi, who had already started sniffing. - You are an alpha – Mitsuya said a statement that everyone understands. - Yeah, the essence woke up last night. When I got home, I stank of bitter chocolate all over? Mom immediately took the test, she kept it ready all the time. – Test. That little device created for all sexes quickly determined the essence and worked almost without errors. I smiled again, looking at my friends. They were all alphas. Only the Castor got out, he didn't do any tests, and he didn't really want to do it later, but he was most likely beta, since he still didn't feel any smells, and he didn't smell. The rain was gradually ending. - I have already started looking for people in the gang, very soon we will be able to create a new era!  The guy stretched, stretching his arms up. - I see. I hope we left the Toman, and not the invincible Mikey gang, - Pa smiled, swallowing another cookie. - Shut up,- - Will we do the same as your brother's? Deputy and head? - Kazutora approached Mikey, arching an eyebrow questioningly. - Almost, I created several detachments. There will be three squads in total. The first is Badji, the second is Mitsuya, the third is Pa. Kazutora, you, as you wanted, will be the deputy of Badji,- Mikey laughed, - And I will be the head, the invincible Mikey! – - Wait, what about me? - Ken stood next to Mikey. - Just like that, you're my best friend, you're just going to help! – Ken sighed indignantly, - Your character is too complicated, you will scare the guys away. - - Are you fucking crazy? - As a result, the aforementioned character broke out, in the form of a half-hour swearing covered with a soft crust of mat, during which Mitsuya also got hit in the face, who risked helping them. And so the first, unofficial meeting of the only educated Toman ended, three were beaten, one died laughing, and the other does not understand what is happening at all and why we are fighting, just eating kindly provided cookies. An hour later, I was still able to drive the bike into the garage, quickly locking it and bringing it to about the same condition as before leaving. Having slipped into his street, he carefully approached the ill-fated tree. Grabbing for branches and a pipe, I tried to climb onto my balcony, which turned out to be far from the first time, the only plus is that the form remained intact. The rest wasn't much, the shorts and T-shirt were torn to shreds, the jacket was lost somewhere along the way, the hair was tangled and looked like a horribly crooked bird's nest, even the branches were sticking out. His palms were covered with bleeding abrasions, as were his knees. Finally, after four falls, I was still able to get into the room through the window. Having touched the window frame and a couple of objects on the floor with a T-shirt, I still got to my favorite bed. I lay there for about five minutes until I heard the rhythmic tapping of thin fingers on the door. Raising his head, he saw his mother, followed by a nervous laugh, and a discontented grimace of an adult woman. - Well, where have you been? What do you not understand in the words “house arrest”? – Leaning on the door frame, the woman looked at her son. She looked exactly like her negligent offspring, that is, me. The same long fangs, wavy black hair on the shoulder blades and the same brown eyes. After going into the room, Ryoko crossed her arms over her chest and pulled her eyebrows to her nose. – What did I tell you? Punished means punished! No bikes, no gangs, no morning walks! Have you seen the time at all? Nine o'clock in the morning, maybe I wanted to sleep today? – She looked contemptuously, after which her gaze caught on the package, – What did I tell you about this? - Ryoko pointed her finger at the bag where the relatively neatly folded uniform was lying - Okay, since you're like this, wear it and do this filthy shit! But God forbid you will have problems with your studies again. - I abruptly raised the upper half of my body, sat on my knees and looked pitifully at my mother's face, which was clearly not going to leave. - And what about the legs? Why did you lie down? It was necessary to clean at least the knees and clothes! Or will you wipe the sinful veil yourself? – Having driven me out of bed, mom quickly snatched out a white bedspread, starting to examine it carefully, - Fuck of. Now it's your problem, if it's not snow-white tomorrow, I don't know what I'll do with you. - I snorted, after which mom read me a ten-minute lecture on decency and respect for elders. -Okay, - she said, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the bathroom. Sitting on a chair, Ryoko sat down, starting to treat the wounds, - Where are you? - - Lost control, fell into the bushes, - Rolled his eyes, starting to examine the tile near the sink. - With management means? – Mom chuckled, raising her eyes with a smile, - You know, I love you very much. I can't let you get hurt. Until the end of the month, I forbid you to ride this bike, take my red bike. If you take a bike, you'll never get into this gang of yours again.- - Well, mooooooom, - Frowned, looking at Ryoko who stood up to her full height. - That's it, shut up, - Ryoko approached me, kissing me on the forehead, - Go ahead, I love you. – She's weird. In principle, we are a strange family, but she raised me and loved me, doing all this alone. Whatever happens, I really love, and will always love my mother. No matter what anyone tells me. ***   Another week flew by unnoticed, which is not surprising for summer, especially for a child like me. Only a week, and Manjiro has already announced the planning of the second, this time the official meeting of the Toman. There were quite a lot of people at the meeting. During this week, everyone, except me, of course, contributed to the development of the gang. Pa brought a school friend named Ryohei Hayashi, who became his deputy, immediately coming up with the nickname Pe Yan, which Mikey himself approved. However, like the commander, Ryohei turned out to be extremely stupid, which only made me laugh. Two pair of boots. Mitsuya also did not lag behind, he brought some muddy guy with short blue hair and a scar on his lip, he was filled up by Hakkai Shiba. I've heard Shiba's last name somewhere, but I don't remember. Surprisingly, this guy became the only omega in the gang, apart from Manjiro's sister, who is formally part of it, which was done for her own protection, although I don't think that in practice she herself knows about it. Draken, who came up later, brought with him five people from his school, who were distributed among the newly created squad in order to create the appearance of forming a formidable gang. I officially became the captain of the first squad, having got Kazutora as a deputy. In fact, the main man in the gang, of course, after Manjiro and Ryuguji What can I say about the meeting itself? Nothing special. Mikey was talking about a showdown with someone, Draken supported him. Basically everything is fine, except for the fact that I was there and I wasn't in the mood, so the meeting ended with a fight with Pyo Yang, with whom we didn't share the Kazutora cookies, which he seems to produce twenty-four by seven. After dismissing the new members, Mikey sat down wearily on the concrete. - God, we just started, and I'm already tired!  Mikey began to beat the floor lazily with his fists, actually starting to whine. - Mikey, calm down, - Approaching the guy, Ken grabbed him by the scruff of the neck, lifting him to his feet, receiving in return a bunch of not flattering reviews. - How? do you like Hakkai? - Mitsuya looked at the head questioningly, waiting for the latter's reaction. - Nothing. I didn't pay much attention,- Manjiro thought, - Only he's kind of too quiet. What are you interested in? – -Just like that,- Mitsuya smiled stupidly, - He's my good friend, especially the first omega in our gang. – - Omega, you say? – I tucked my legs under me, sitting down comfortably, - Listen, you don't really communicate with omegas. Did you really fall in love? - Everyone laughed. Even a blushing Takashi, though before that he managed to give a friend a ringing slap on the back of the head. Well, what else was I supposed to assume? The awakening of the essence, the first omega in the gang and all that… *** Everyone dispersed. I slowly trudged to the road, where there was a lonely bicycle parking lot. Taking the beaten red bike, I drove slowly towards the house, deciding to take a ride through a small park that was on the way.  When I got to the park, I started pedaling faster, climbing the hill, waiting for a steep descent below. :)