Haruki Miyashiro's Story

It was yet another normal, beautiful morning, in the crowded, yet energetic city of Tokyo. The sun was shining, the white clouds drifting quietly over the blue, blue sky from above. Some may have woken up from their slumbers, ready for another busy day of working to earn money for a living everyday, while some remained blissfully ignorant as they sat highly in the their own thrones, bathed in the admiring gazes of the others. Whovever one may be, all seemed to be right within this city.

And, each of them still searching enthusiastically, for the destined one that will be their salvation, not only in this life, but also for eternity to come.

In a medium-sized room, numerous of canvases, brushes, watercolours, and any other stuffs that an artist could possibly have scattered around. Hanging on the wall are beautiful works of art, so sophisticated and elegant as if were drawn by an angel himself. And on the white bed in the corner of the room, lies a man with the hair as blue as the sky who is still sleeping peacefully, as if he doesn't care the least about the life around him.

His eyelids were closed, with his graceful eyelashes twitching from times to time. His every breath was monotonous, as his chest panted up and down in a regular pattern. The white shirt over his torso halfly revealed his porcelain white skin, and half not. He was beautiful, like an untainted pearl deserved to be behold by all around him. Just the sight of him is enough to make them all wanted to basked in his gentleness and purity.

Yet, it was hard to believe that behind such magnificence lies a much, much more complex labyrinth that few dare to explore.

The sunlight gently shone through the thin white veil, slowly waking Haruki up from his sleep. It's already morning, huh? He asked himself. Usually, his night wouldn't end until it was 3:00 AM, so in a way, mornings would come much earlier for him in comparison with most other people. However, he didn't care much. He enjoys living this life, and as long as he could earn enough to bring food onto the dining table everyday for his beloved grandmother and himself everyday, then he wouldn't bother looking for the one who would be his destined one.

After all, it was natural for someone who had lost the faith in love.

Getting out of bed, he stretched his arms a little. His body is a little bit sore since he'd just performed a new dance yesterday, but he would got used to it after a couple of performances. Suddenly, his head stung, as if needles had just pierced through his brain. Closing his eyes and gritted his teeth a bit in pain, Haruki took out a bottle of painkiller and took two tabs. And thankfully, the pain quickly subsided afterward. His occasional headaches are a nuisance, especially for someone who hated taking pills like him, but he couldn't complain, as it was natural for Omegas like him to suffer from some sort of weird handicaps like this.

Moments later, he stepped out of his room, and saw that his grandmother - Kanae, is sitting on the couch and braided a scarf as usual. It was a normal hobby for those of her age. "Ohayo, baa-chan." Haruki smiled, the genuien smile whom he had never shown anyone but her, as he bended and gave her a kiss.

"Ohayo, my beautiful Haru-chan." Kanae smiled serenely back to him, "You came home late yesterday, did that trouble much of your sleep?"

He shook his head, "No, I'm used to it, you know. Have you had breakfast yet?"

"No, I'm waiting for you, dear. Who am I to eat without my loving grandson?" She said. Nodded, Haruki then helped her to stood up as they made their way into the kitchen, where the two of them dined pleasantly. There's no one else whom Haruki could enjoy eating with as much as his grandmother like this. After the meal was finished, he did the dishes and decided that he wanted to go out and find some new inspirations today, since it was such a beautiful morning.

Bringing along with him his drawing tools box, Haruki stepped into his shoes as he he greeted Kanae, "I'm leaving, obaa-chan. Please take care."

"Be sure to be back before lunch." She gently said to him, as she watched his back disappeared through the door. "He really reminds me of them..." The elderly woman said bitterly to herself while sighing.

Haruki walked through the street that he had crossed countless of times in his life. Though somehow, he felt an urge to stop by a small park, where he had never stepped his feet into. The nature and the people here almost entwined, making the scenery here become breathtaking, which made him slightly wondering why he had never come here. Haruki sat down at an empty bench, taking out his sketch and began to draw a few outlines with his pencil.

Little do he know that, sooner or later, a fateful encounter of his life will occur here.

Haruki sat quietly and concentrated totally on his sketches as he continued to put down the outlines on his sketchbook. He was trying to captivated the biggest and probably the oldest tree situated right in the middle of the park, where he's sitting just across. Of course, once Haruki had focused on doing something, it was very hard to distract him, especially when it comes to drawing and painting. However, as of now, he mostly draws scenery or abstract works. It's not like he can't draw a portrait, but just the mere thought of it is enough to angered him so much that he quickly threw it out of his head.

After all, the last portrait Haruki drew was that of someone whom he thought to be his destined one. But in the end, all he had received was nothing more than betrayal.

Haruki continued to focus at the task at hand, kept scrapping down lines and curves over the paper. Maybe next time I should bring his canvas here. He thought to himself. Some of the Betas and Alphas around him were beginning to notice him. Since it is not often that you would be able to see an Omega around, an taking into consideration of how attractive most of them can be, it's perfectly understandable. The Omegas can always attract both the Betas and Alphas even if they aren't undergoing the heat, after all.

As he was still concentrating, someone familiar appeared from nowhere and gained his attention. Haruki heard his name being called from a far as he looked up, and saw an Alpha male, shorter than him and worn his usual scarf, waved while approaching him. Ito Hikaru. He had known the guy for quite some times now, but they almost never gotten a chance to converse with each other. And while Haruki knows quite a lot about the guy from hearsay, he doesn't pretty much fall into his category, so he didn't care much about him. Or at least, that's what he had thought.

"Ito-san." Haruki replied and glanced up a bit as he watched the guy sat next to him. He then went back on what he was doing, conversing with Hikaru over trivial things without turning his eyes away from his sketch. Perhaps he had met too many Alphas who are packed with testosterone from head to toe that the guy sitting next to him seemed a bit... odd, if he had to say. But he kept that thought for himself.

"So, what brings you here in a nice morning like this?" Haruki raised the question.

"I see. It seemed that you have quite a hand for cameras then, but I suppose we're all have our own things." Haruki replied with a light smile then went back to sketched out the tree on his notebook. Afterwards, they didn't talk much with each other, as Haruki just wanted to focus on what he was doing, and Hikaru seemed to be just fine with sitting in quiet like that. However, he couldn't denied that there was a couple of times that he had had gave the Alpha a glance or two. He didn't make any eye contact though, but there's something about this guy that managed to catch his attention.

Perhaps, it was because the guy was still an Alpha, and like any other Alphas, Hikaru had his own charms and charisma, despite not living up to Haruki's usual standards.

He just shook the thought off his head. Hikaru comes from a prestigious family, so it's doubtful that an ordinary Omega like Haruki could possibly be of interest for him, at least, not by his true self. That's something all of those Alphas that he once had an affair with are like.

When Haruki is finished with his sketching, he gathered his stuffs and turn to Hikaru. "If you would excuse me, Hikaru-san." He stood up and was about to leave, but not before throwing the guy a piece of paper, "My phone number and email if you're interested. Don't need to spy on me like usual."

He said simply as that, before leaving without even turning his head. He needed to stop by the medicine store to buy a new bottle of sex suppressants and painkiller before going back home. And, perhaps stopping by to see how that person is doing with his new piece of art.