"Who the hell are you?" The blond haired man sneered over his shoulder as if he wasn't caught in a compromising position, but Ryota barely heard him through the roaring of blood in his ears. Each heartbeat sounded as loud as a thunderclap echoing through the cavity of his chest. His lover was half-naked beneath another man. At first, all his eyes could see was the exposed, pale flesh of Yori's chest, his twin pebbled peaks, his flat stomach and the lines of his hips disappearing beneath the man upon him, but as Ryota's heart thudded loudly once more, his view widened. Angry red marks marred Yori's slender neck and his face looked tender, tears trickled from his closed eyes. His wrists also bore marks from a grip that was not kind. This man had touched Yori against his will, this man had hurt Yori. This man was trying to take his Yori! With the next beat of his heart, he grabbed the bastard by his starched collar and lifted him off of his lover with a strength fuelled by anger. That same emotion drew into his fist and found its way flying through the air to meet with the man's face. The force of the sudden punch sent him reeling backwards several paces, before collapsing to the floor, where he touched his tender, bleeding lip with an expression of disbelief upon his face. "How dare you!" The man yelled at him. "I'll have you arrested for assault, you bastard!" Ryota sneered at the man's gall. "Before or after I have the police arrest you for attempted rape?" He knelt down and reached tentatively for his lover's neck. Feeling his pulse still beating strong, he let loose a sigh of relief, before proceeding to cover Yori's cold body with his coat. The man paled and blustered; "What rape? He's an omega. He seduced me with his pheromones!" "What a pathetic excuse," Ryota drawled, disgust evident upon his face. "Yori is not even in heat yet so how will your claim hold water." "How would you know whether he was in heat or not?" The man still seemed to have no sense of self-preservation. "You think that you are the only Alpha in the world?" Ryota removed his phone from his pocket and began to dial for the emergency services. "Wait," The man stared at Ryota's phone as his tone finally faltered. "Can't we talk about this? Look, how much do you want? To keep this between us? I mean, he is just an Omega..." "Just an omega?" Ryota laughed without mirth. "My Yori is never just an omega." "Your Yori?" The man began to laugh, the ridicule in his voice clear. "Just how good is this man in bed that he would have so many dancing in the palm of his hands?" He didn't see the punch that knocked him unconscious coming. Ryota shook his throbbing fingers as if doing so could ease the pain. He didn't think they were broken, but despite the arsehole's refined appearence, his jaw was like a rock. "Hello, police?" He said as his call was put through to the boys in blue. "I'd like to report an attempted rape." ***** Yori sat quietly upon the sofa, a blanket wrapped over his shoulders, Ryota beside him after handing him a cup of warmed milk with honey. He should have felt quite warm, but inwardly, he was shaking and felt as if a chill had descended over him. He always believed that omega's didn't get happy endings, but perhaps a part of him had still hoped for it. A police officer kneeled before him and was speaking softly to him, but he couldn't really hear her words, it's as if each word refused to be registered within his mind. Ryota snapped him out of his daze, momentarily, his hand falling upon Yori's. He flinched, but did not withdraw his hand, but still trembled. He swallowed deeply, the action causing him to wince due to the soreness of his throat. "Sorry," he whispered, hoarsely. "What for?" Ryota asked him, gently. The Alpha was outwardly calm, but inwardly was raging, wanting to kill that man for extinguishing the light within Yori's eyes. He was also trying not to think how much worse the situation might have been if he had been a few minutes later. Yori simply shook his head, but jolted to the yelling coming from the outside. "I want him arrested! Do you have any idea just who my grandfather is?!" The police had escorted Tatsuya out of Yori's house and at that moment their medical examiner was gritting his teeth as the arrogant man was claiming that Ryota had dislocated his jaw, punching him unconscious with no provocation. "We will duly take your statement down at the police station," an officer was telling him calmly even as his colleague prescribed ice and painkillers for Tatsuya's treatment. "This is all that omega's fault!" Tatsuya continued unabated, his loud voice drifting once again into Yori's hearing range. "Is.. is it my fault?" Yori asked in murmur. The female officer looked at him sympathetically and shook her head. While she was aware of the omega's gender and constitution, she also understood that he had not invited this to his door. No matter the gender or sex of a person, no one deserved to be abused so. "Rape and assault, there are never any excuses," she said, trying to be reassuring, even though she knew that when it came to justice, nothing was ever so simple. "Do you wish to press charges against Mr Himura?" Yori hesitated. Even though Tatsuya had hurt him, attempted to rape and forcefully bond with him, he hadn't thought about pressing charges. Instead, he had been worrying how Uncle would take the news. Tatsuya was his grandson after all, it would only be natural if the old man took a blood relatives' side in the matter. And Ryota.. would Ryota think he was no good now? That he was a no good Omega after all? He glanced up at the man through his long lashes, but the stoic expression revealed nothing and simply made him more nervous. Eventually, he nodded, thinking that the police should just do what they thought best. "We will need to take your statement and photographic evidence of your injuries," she told him. "Not only now, but in a couple of days once the bruising has surfaced. It shows how much force was used in the assault." She could already see the swelling of his jaw and the red marks upon his neck and wrists. She turned to Ryota. "We will have to take your statement as well, Mr Greeneward. Mr Himura seemed adamant to press charges against you. Although nothing may come of it, I recommend you speak to a lawyer." Ryota nodded his agreement. ***** Ryota saw the officers out of the door after both men had supplied statements. His fury was still simmering beneath the surface of his skin, he seriously wanted to hit something, a wall, a door, Tatsuya again, but he didn't want to upset Yori anymore than he was. Yori was suffering from shock. He pushed down his anger and helplessness and wandered back into the living room, where Yori was still wrapped up in his blanket. He sat down beside him, before gathering him into his arms. His heart ached when his lover froze for a moment, then ached more as Yori shivered in his embrace.