I wanted to make a fic exploring in more depth the omega Verse and how fundamentally wrong it is...so yeah I hope you do enjoy it :)

I know I really shouldn't be starting a new Yuri On ICE WIP. BUT. the. idea. won't. leave...so this happened. :(

Please leave a comment or kudos, I want to see if you like this idea so I can scrap it if y'all don't like it... (^_^)

*** WARNING! Character deaths, PTSD ***

Chapter 1

The screams cut through the heat messily and spilled down the road like a flood. It was like a natural calamity, but instead of nature's hands wracking destruction, the hands of men were the ones that set the wooden houses alight. Were the ones that pillaged, plundered and invited chaos along.

The smoke in the air was a thick, inescapable creature that haunted Yuuri's every step. The smoke brought fresh tears to Yuuri's puffy-red eyes and made his throat feel like it was being scraped raw with sandpaper. The tears that streamed down Yuuri's innocent, childish features were ripped from the agony and utter desperation in his heart.

Before Yuuri's tiny six year old frame, his small, cozy house was flaming bright, alight with fire and the agonizing screams of his dying family. The smell of burning human flesh made Yuuri want to die too, and the distant sound of his sister's screams made him want to throw himself into the blazing bonfire and die with them. Die with his family.

But, the shameful feral creature inside the deepest, simplest nook of his mind rebelled viciously, and Yuuri dug his hands into his ribs and tugged desperately at his hair in vain.

The large behemoth inside Yuuri's chest won the battle, and Yuuri choked off a garbled sob before he violently pushed a hand against his lips, trying his best to stifle the screams that clawed out of his diaphragm. With one last, lingering look Yuuri tore his blurry eyes away from his house.

His family.

Every step that Yuuri's tiny body took away from the raging fires was pure agony, and it felt like nails were being driven into every available inch of his skin, but, the feral creature in Yuuri's mind told him to survive, so he gritted his teeth and forged on.

Yuuri ran like hellhounds were nipping at his heels, and until he couldn't feel the searing heat against his skin or see the bright, blinding yelloworangered anymore.

Yuuri didn't know how far he had to run or where he was supposed to go. The only thing that controlled his body was basic, animal instinct. All Yuuri heard inside his mind was the whisper of desperation and the touch of panic. The next thing, Yuuri was aware of was the prickly feeling of grass underneath his hands and a wet, soggy line of hardness pressed against his back. Slowly, Yuuri blinked the haze of murky confusion from his mind and when his awareness came back, Yuuri distantly noted that his small body was wedged underneath a rotting, moldy bed in one of the burnt houses.

"Oi! Round up all the Omegas! Check 'n see if any of them got away. Oh, don't forget to kill all 'f the Alphas, boys!"

The loud, booming voice seared through the silent air like a funeral bell, and Yuuri's heartbeat ratcheted until all he could hear was his own pounding heartbeat. With angry tears, Yuuri clasped a unyielding palm over his nose and lips.

Heavy footsteps skipped past the empty, burnt house Yuuri had hidden in, but every single time a cruel laugh sliced through the air followed by a ear-grating scream, Yuuri felt his stomach give a dangerous heave.

"Well, well, well. Look at this bounty!"

There was a chorus of raucous laughter followed by sobs of grief and utter heartbreak.

"Aren't ya lucky! You pretty, little O's are comin' wit' us. You belong to us now, darlings."

Yuuri held his breath and kept so motionless, he was sure he put all the statues to shame.

"Let's go, boys!"

He huddled there in the dark, long after the men left, with nothing but inky darkness as his companion and the sounds of chirping insects as his lullaby. The imprints of the fire that consumed his house- that consumed his family - flickered tauntingly in front of Yuuri's vision, but Yuuri refused to let the grief consume him like the fires that consumed his family. Yuuri refused to let his family die in vain, and he didn't even know where that newfound will to survive came from, but Yuuri cupped that budding spark in his hands and poured all his strength and focus into it.

When the sun emerged and painted the sky in a convalescence of purples, blues and pinks, Yuuri's spark had morphed into a sun, bright and blinding in its intensity.

The sound of a dozen thundering hooves pounding against the ground, cautiously drew Yuuri from his hiding place. With utmost silence, Yuuri peeked out from the soot-covered windowsill and saw a small group of knights. On their shoulders was the familiar symbol of his country, Nippon, and the flash of relief that ran through Yuuri made him light-headed.

Yuuri pushed his weak shaking body up and used the frame of the door as leverage, before Yuuri stumbled forward. One of the knights spotted Yuuri, and in the next instant, the young boy was surrounded by clanging armour and concerned knights. The captain was a large, looming man with kind eyes and a scruffy looking beard, and without a care, the captain bent down on one knee and placed a cape over Yuuri's tattered clothes.

"Young boy, was your village attacked? Where's all the survivors-"

Yuuri shook his head vigorously. The numbness in his heart spread until everything in Yuuri's body was frozen by that numb feeling. Yuuri felt something shrivel up and die inside his mind. Felt his innocence and naivety die in a fiery pit of cold, hard reality.

The knights shuffled uneasily before him, and the captain gave a sad, mournful sigh before he placed a gentle hand on Yuuri's shoulders.

"Do you have any other family?-"

The question fell on deaf ears because Yuuri was trying to keep his young mind from collapsing.

Trying to desperately his sanity from being ripped apart by his grief.

That was why, Yuuri only reacted when he felt a calloused, worn hand tug at his earring. His mind blanked and Yuuri fought back like a hysterical, mindless beast. Yuuri clawed and dug his fingers into any piece of flesh that came near him.

After a few minutes of mindless, brain-numbing terror, Yuuri slowly started to run out of energy and his body deflated. The knights' faces swam before him, but Yuuri managed to bring back his focus with sheer force of will.

"Calm down. It's ok, we're not going to hurt you. We just want to check your earring. To check your Alpha's signature."

The hand cautiously touched Yuuri's ear again, but this time, Yuuri only gave a tired, weak flinch at the contact. The captain before him sucked in a sharp breath before he shot Yuuri a surprised look from the corner of his eyes.

"A Katsuki Omega."

The knight that supported Yuuri from behind, gave a long whistle before he said: "We need to bring him to the General of the Army. This boy must be his nephew."

The captain gave a hard nod before a hand reached forward and gently ran through Yuuri's dirty bangs. When Yuuri blinked up at the captain, there was an apologetic look in the knight's eyes.

"I'm sorry, but we have to do this."

Yuuri gave a scared, confused and weak groan before a wet piece of cloth was pressed against Yuuri's nose, and Yuuri gasped in shock at the sweet smell. In the next thump of a heart beat, Yuuri's eyes fluttered shut and he passed out, into the blessed arms of oblivion.

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