"How many times will I have to tell you?" Kayo finds herself repeating the same phrase for the umpteenth time now. It's frustrating, really, having to look at your face in a place it doesn't belong. "You can't come here,"

Or rather, shouldn't. Technically, anyone can find themselves in this illegal fighting ring so long as they have the code for the bouncer to let them through the door that leads to this filthy underground.

Her knuckles have cracked against cheeks and ribs for as long as she can remember. Although an alpha, her upbringing didn't come with the promise of becoming a successful CEO nor anything of the sort. The only thing she's grateful for of her secondary gender is that it brings certain advantages in places like these.

This underground ring stands underneath a bar in Osaka, both establishments owned by some yakuza group Kayo knows jack about. All she knows is that winning brings her in a lot of money, and money guarantees her bastard child a promising future.

You're some... journalist. Kayo heard from you months ago, and though she found your job stupid and reckless, she took it as an opportunity. Back then, her daughter, Yuki, had been nothing but a few weeks old. She regrets her carelessness, for it had the consequence of an omega dumping a fragile lump in a basket at the door of her apartment. Alas, that's in the past.

Someone like her needed help with a baby, and you needed protection from the alphas in this ring. It's why she offered to guarantee your safety from alphas whenever you came down here, so long as you lived with her to take care of the pup. It's not a relationship, merely something that benefits you both.

But you're here for the sixth time this week; another aspect of the deal between you two was that you could only come here three out of seven days. An omega like you doesn't belong here, and the alphas that do entertain you by answering your questions are chasing after one thing like fish to tempting bait.

Kayo backs away from the lockers, running a calloused hand over her face with a groan, "Especially not with her. What are you doing here, again?"

Granted, Yuki looks comfortable in your arms, but it makes Kayo's insides twist and churn at the idea of something happening to her baby. Or, God forbid, someone think that she's a baby from the both of you. Then they'd target you in another way to get to her.