Chapter 5
There's purple blood caked under her nails; it appears the residual blood clings to her despite thoroughly scrubbing herself clean. She wonders if it has to do with the dying cursed energy clinging to a vital source that thrums with malign energy.
It doesn't matter.
Megumi has a doctor's appointment with an omega specialist.
It'd be fine if it was just Himatsu-oba-san; it'd be routine if it was just her and her nanny. For eight years, the elder omega served as the guide for her and her sister, teaching them how to trust their instincts and how to navigate the world as an omega.
However, this outing includes Satoru-san and Megumi feels acute mortification, and it grows more and more as the specialist speaks.
Why did Satoru-san accompany them? Faster transportation, Megumi's schedule is jam-packed, this is the only time she could see the doctor.
"Omegas usually mature between the ages of sixteen and nineteen. There are outlier ages, but that depends on genetics, hormones, health, environmental factors, and other issues that may require testing."
Megumi is an early bloomer; this isn't anomalous; the probable reason is in the room. She wants to melt into her shadow, she wants to suffocate in a cloud of Rabbit Escape clones, she wants to summon Max Elephant and have it crush her into oblivion, she wants to gain Mourning Tiger so it can set her on fire. Fuck.
"There's also the possibility of a compatible alpha in residence. In blood-related families, this isn't an issue usually," The specialist speaks factually, blissfully unaware of or perhaps uncaring of the patient's horror, the alpha in question's bemusement, and the elder omega's grim resignation. "However, special circumstances may yield unusual results. How many alphas live in the residence? How many mature alphas do you encounter? Have you experienced," The doctor clears his throat, "nonconsensual-"
"Absolutely not," Satoru-san silences him. The alpha command poignant, her expression carved from stone, her mouth a flat line, her vexation acute.
The specialist takes a calming breath. "Gojo-san, these are the standard questions we ask. Maybe you and Himatsu-san should leave and allow her to answer these questions?"
"Iieri Shoko recommended you, and I chose you against my better judgment," Satoru admits sardonically. "We're leaving."
"You're refusing treatment for your charge?" The doctor questions sharply, displeasure taking root. "If so, I'll have to report you to social services. She needs counseling, suppressants, and birth control. The over-the-counter scent patches and collar are negligent and show your incompetence as an alpha guardian of two omegas."
Satoru-san simply smiles. The threat, accusation, and insult are just that: words. "If that's protocol, go ahead, but be prepared to be served."
"What?" The doctor demands.
"This is a conflict of interest. You're still mad Shoko broke up with you after you tampered with your birth control." The omega specialist sports an ugly flush. "Is that worth ruining your lauded career over a grudge?"
The doctor says nothing, rendered speechless.
Satoru-san sniffs, "That's what I thought. Your lack of professionalism will remain here in this room. Unreported but addressed as miscommunication, on record, you will refer Megumi to Himatsu Hayao, an omega specialist and pioneer in the field, for special testing. Is that understood?"
The doctor nods begrudgingly.
"Fabulous!" Satoru-san turns to a shocked Megumi and Himatsu Misa. "How about some ice cream?"