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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Kageyama_Tobio, Hinata_Shouyou/Tsukishima_Kei, Azumane
      Asahi/Nishinoya_Yuu, Sawamura_Daichi/Sugawara_Koushi, Iwaizumi_Hajime/
      Oikawa_Tooru, Kozume_Kenma/Kuroo_Tetsurou, Haiba_Lev/Yaku_Morisuke,
      Ennoshita_Chikara/Tanaka_Ryuunosuke, Akaashi_Keiji/Bokuto_Koutarou,
      Tsukishima_Kei/Yamaguchi_Tadashi
  Character:
      Hinata_Shouyou, Kageyama_Tobio, Hinata_Natsu, Hinata_Shouyou's_Family,
      Kageyama_Tobio's_Family, Oikawa_Tooru, Tsukishima_Kei, Tsukishima
      Akiteru, Tsukishima_Kei's_Family, Sugawara_Koushi, Sawamura_Daichi, Ukai
      Keishin, Ukai_Ikkei, Azumane_Asahi, Oikawa_Tooru's_Family, Haiba_Lev,
      Yaku_Morisuke, Bokuto_Koutarou, Akaashi_Keiji, Tanaka_Ryuunosuke,
      Nishinoya_Yuu, Kozume_Kenma, Kuroo_Tetsurou, Ennoshita_Chikara, Shimizu
      Kiyoko, Yachi_Hitoka, Yamaguchi_Tadashi, Takeda_Ittetsu, pretty_much
      everyone_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Gangsters, Gangs, hitman_hinata, Drug_Dealing, Drug
      Use, Graphic_Description, Murder, Alcohol, Gun_Violence, Aftermath_of
      Violence, Past_Child_Abuse, Prostitution, gun_trafficing, Explicit_Sexual
      Content, Break_Up, Mental_Health_Issues, Money, Kidnapping, Running_Away,
      graphic_murder, Killing, Blood_and_Injury, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Angry_Sex,
      Implied/Referenced_Cheating, this_whole_thing_is_fucked_up, Additional
      Warnings_In_Author's_Note, Sweet_Sex, Friendship/Love, Falling_In_Love,
      Developing_Friendships
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-05-16 Updated: 2016-06-22 Chapters: 6/? Words: 23918
****** 187 confirmed, requesting backup ******
by Ereri_Garbage
Summary
     "We have a multiple 187 confirmed in Shibuya, requesting back up."
      
     The Hinata Massacre is nothing but a myth passed between alleyways
     during drug deals, the legend of the murderous son slaughtering his
     family to escape their hold and to free his sister; it's all nothing
     but a tale cops laugh about over coffee. It's too scary to believe,
     too disgusting to imagine, too horrible.
     There's no way Hinata Shoyou, 16 year old child, murdered six people
     in a single night and escaped capture. Dropped off the face of the
     earth, leaving not a shred of evidence; just the smell of drying
     paint and fabric softener in his childhood home.
      
     (Otherwise known as a gross gangAU I won't blame you for not reading)
Notes
     This title is "Police code" here in my hometown for homicide, and
     there's a lot of death up in this business. SO in short, the title is
     fucking shit.
     Just as a little starting disclaimer, I would like everyone to know
     that I do NOT find gangs or any form of violence attractive. I am not
     writing this story as a means to romanticize gangs or anything of the
     sort. I do not find anything attractive about drugs, violence, abuse,
     rape, kidnapping, prostitution or anything else. I wrote this story
     because the plot I had in my head seemed to make sense and sounded
     like an interesting project to work on after shift.
     I’ve had an obsession with the prohibition and mobsters, I wrote a
     paper on gang mentality in high school… I am no expert on drugs,
     weapons, gangs, or things like that. However they are in this story
     and if I misrepresented something, please leave me a review and let
     me know what it is! I want to make this as “Real” as it possibly can
     be and I only have so much time for research. I also want to say that
     when I first wrote this I wasn’t really familiar with the wards of
     tokyo but it seemed to be a neat way to divide these volley losers
     into gangs, if that aspect can be improved please let me know. I suck
     when it comes to foreign currency so I have used the american US
     Dollar just so i don’t completly fuck it up.
     SO! Yes, there are most likely a LOT of errors in this ratchet ass
     story, along with crude language and slightly graphic depictions of
     violence, lots of bad words. So many bad words. Like I’ve said, if
     there’s any mistakes that just make you cringe so bad you don’t want
     to read this anymore, please suffer through it to the comment section
     and tell me what I can fix. This is my first ever real multichaptered
     fic I haven’t abandoned after 3 chapters.
      
     Another little piece of information, I will admit now that this is
     written strangely, I have a habit of ignoring time. So it skips
     around and goes back and forth a bit, but there will always be a
     warning in the AN! And I’m not just gonna jump in the middle of a
     chapter, I’m nicer than that homies.
      
     LAST THING! This story is not meant to offend anyone and I am clearly
     stating that I know next to nothing about gangs, so it’s not as if
     I’m describing anything specific that would get anyone or myself into
     trouble. And i know i briefly mentioned rape earlier but I hate
     putting rape in stories, it’s a touchy subject for myself personally,
     so don’t expect this big tragic rape scene in here, because it’s not
     there. It’s more of a forewarning for those that are sensitive to the
     topic and it’s only going to be mentioned, not depicted.
     I’ve rambled to my computer screen for a good 15 minutes, I guess you
     can read this story now!
     Also homedogs, please don't hate me, I know I'm gonna get total shit
     for it any way. My cousins (are gay) and they have three little girls
     and they all call my cousin Mark "Mom" and David "Dad", so yeah.
     That'll make sense later and you guys can hate me for it.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Prologue *****
“ Shit !” Hinata’s pointer finger pulls uselessly against the trigger even as
the gun doesn’t fire. With a groan he removes the magazine and tosses it aside.
“Tsukishima! Toss me one, I’m out!”
His taller partner sighs passively, as if they  aren’t  being  shot  at;
pulling a loaded clip from his back pocket and tossing it to Hinata, who’s
ducked behind a dresser. “Be more careful dumbass, count your rounds.”
Hinata glares at his partner, thinking a silent “ Who taught you that one? ”.
“Watch it, maybe if Yamaguchi had a better informant-”
“Don’t get him involved in this! His information was right.” Tsukishima takes a
chance to peek his head around the edge of the couch he’s crouched behind. His
eyes spy movement to the left and moves back just as a bullet whizzes past and
enters the wall behind him. “Fuck. We just didn’t know we’d be outnumbered.”
HInata’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he pushes himself up on his knees so he
can grab the device. He flips the phone open and presses it to his ear. “I’m
busy .” He whispers harshly into the mic.
“I’ve got reinforcements on the way, how many are there?” The voice on the
other end belongs to Daichi.
“Four, semi automatics and one of them had a fucking  grenade . Where can I get
a fucking grenade?”
“Yaku and Kenma are a few minutes out, just keep it up until they get there.”
“This was supposed to be a pickup, not a fucking  shoot out .” Hinata shouts,
their enemies have reloaded and started firing once more. “I might be dead in
four more minutes and then you’ll have to answer to Kageyama you bastard.” A
threat any sane human took seriously.
“Stop treating this like a setup, no one knew this would happen.”
“You know what,  fuck you .” Hinata hisses as a bullet ricochets off the corner
of an upturned side table and grazes his thigh. “I get tomorrow off.”
Daichi laughs on the other line. “Yeah, yeah. Just fine, I’ll run that by
Sugawara.”
Hinata snaps the phone shut and sets it on the ground next to him, smashing the
phone with his gun and then sliding it back into his pocket. He’ll need Yachi
to take the sim card and toss it in the burn pile.
Tsukishima leans around the couch and fires two rounds, and a groan sounds from
the other side of the room. “Are you hit?” Hinata hears the panic in his
partner’s voice, they’ve been running jobs since they were teenagers. “I’m not
getting another partner so you better not fucking die or some stupid shit.”
“Grazed. Just keep shooting, they should be here soon.” Hinata holds his arm up
above the dresser and fires a few rounds carelessly, just for intimidation a
reminder to their enemies,  I’m not dead yet.   
As if on queue, the window on the left wall of the safe house is broken and
bullets soar in. Hinata relaxes against the dresser with a sigh and a small
smile. Tsukishima is looking relieved himself and gestures to the broken
window; a clear “ Let’s leave ” look on his face and Hinata agrees full
heartedly with him. Both of them creep across the room until they reach the
window, Tsukishima helps Hinata out the window first, easily slipping out
through the broken glass, careful to avoid the jagged edges.
The thin computer tech is waiting for them, hauling Hinata up by the sleeve of
his hoodie. “Do you know the meaning of  careful ? We were on a job.” Kenma’s
voice is low and impassive, never one to be overly emotional.
Yaku laughs lightly from the right, and a finger digs into the small wound on
Hinata’s thigh. “Oh~ Hot headed hit man got himself shot.”
“Grazed!” Hinata shouts defensively, ignoring the stinging sensation and the
smack that comes from his partner swatting Yaku’s hand away. “And the guy
didn’t even land the shot, it was a bounce off.”
Tsukishima clears his throat and snaps a new clip into his 9mil. “We’re exposed
and I’m sure the cops will be here soon.”
Kenma nods his head in agreement. “Our car is around back. Tsukishima can
drive.” The keys are thrown to the tall blonde man, who catches them
effortlessly. “Let’s go.”
Hinata looks down at his blood stained jeans to inspect the small wound. “I'll
call Kiyoko and have a clean up team get out here.”
~*~
The sun is high in the sky, bright and shining on a warm Sunday morning in
Tokyo. The sun has always felt different here than where he was born, but he
hardly remembers. He’s been trapped in this city for years now. But this
sunshine streams through the openings in the blinds, and it lights the bedroom
up like a glowing candle, a bright yellow-orange glow.
Soft gasps and whispered moans fill the space and when a small high pitched
whine rings out a quiet  “shhh .” follows.
“Fuck, do you know how hard it is to stay quiet?” A voice whispers with a
gentle laugh. “Jesus your fingers are magic.” The same voice breathes through a
giggle..
“I swear to God, if you wake up Yui I will kill you.” This voice is deeper and
the words are growled as long slender fingers trail across milky white skin and
fall to grip protruding hips bones.
Another small whimper escapes a small mouth and the man reaches his climax,
fingers squeezing into the thick muscles of his lover's shoulders. The larger
male that hovers above him finishes shortly after, head tipping down to connect
their lips together in a warm lazy kiss that matches their just as lazy morning
sex.
Small soft hands, too soft for what they’ve been through, lift to tangle in
raven locks, blunt fingernails scratching soothingly against the man’s scalp.
“Mmm I love you.” He whispers.
“Love you too.” The other man grunts softly.
A glance at the clock on the nightstand shows them it’s nearing 10am and maybe
they should get up and actually start their day. There isn’t much to do on
Sundays, Hinata likes to tackle the laundry that’s piled up during the
workweek. Kageyama prefers to use his one day off as a chance to direct all his
attention to his family.(Sunday morning sex being one of his favorite parts of
his day’s off)
The redheaded man rolls over and away from his partner to rise off the bed and
stretch the kinks out of his spine, letting out a pleased sigh at the crackling
release of pressure. “Guess I’ll go and make breakfast.” He grabs the small box
of tissues off the nightstand and uses a few to wipe himself down before
tossing it to over his shoulder to Kageyama.
Kageyama hums and sits up as well, plucking a few tissues for himself and tying
off the used condom and throwing it in the bin next to the bed. “Sounds good,
I’ll go get the munchkin.”
Hinata leans closer to Kageyama and plants a kiss on his cheek. “Meet you in
the kitchen then.” Before standing from their shared bed, Hinata retrieves a
ring from his side table and slides it on his left ring finger. The gold band
catches the sunlight as he stumbles over to the closet to tug on one of his
husband’s shirts and then slip on a pair of boxers. “Hurry up, I need my
morning kisses!” Kageyama watches Hinata pull his messy bed head curls up into
a tiny ponytail and Kageyama is reminded that he should take his husband to get
a trim soon. Hinata then exits the room with a kiss blown back at Kageyama.
Kageyama lays in bed for a few more minutes, enjoying the sounds of Hinata
rummaging through the cabinets and the silence filtering through the baby
monitor on Hinata’s bedside table. When he hears the crackling sound of bacon
he heaves himself up and climbs out of bed to make his way down the hall.
Hinata was insistent of lining the walls with photographs, so as he makes his
way down the hall he’s followed by trips to the zoo and birthday’s, He passes
the guest bathroom and takes a left through the door that had been left open
the night before.
His daughter lays still and asleep on her disney princess toddler bed,
surrounded by stuffed animals and a purple plush penguin clutched tightly in
her arms. Kageyama allows himself a small smile and a moment to watch her. He
enters further into the room, kneeling down next to the bed he runs a hand
through the soft black hair on his girl’s head.
Her nose wrinkles at the sensation, eyes squeezing tight together as she’s
roused from her dreams. Long eyelashes flutter against flushed cheeks and
bright blue eyes are revealed. The three year old toddler gasps as she starts
to wake up and it melts into a long yawn. She rolls over in bed, penguin still
close to her chest and blinks up at Kageyama with a sleepy smile.
“Hi Daddy.” Her squeaky voice has a child’s lisp.
Kageyama smiles back at her. “Hey kiddo. Ready for breakfast?”
The toddler purses her lips in a pout and stubbornly shakes her head. “Mommy.”
She says.
“Mommy’s cooking, you have to get up to go see him.” Kageyama says softly and
when the pout doesn’t go away he chooses instead to stand and lift her up with
him. He knows his daughter isn’t truly ignoring him when she doesn’t fight his
gentle grasp.
He walks them down to the kitchen where Hinata has turned the radio on and is
swinging his hips to a pop song Kageyama doesn't know the name to.
Yui giggles and squirms in Kageyama’s arms, Hinata turns at the sound and a
smile brighter than the sun graces his face. “There she is!” The man squeals
excitedly, holding his arms out, reaching for her.
Kageyama walks across the kitchen and let's the little girl slide from his arms
into Hinata’s. “She won't talk to me today.”
Hinata gives the girl a look that reads confusion. “Why are you being mean to
daddy?”
Yui shrugs with a pout. “Daddy wadn’t home.”
Kageyama hates these moments most, where his daughter notices his absences. He
would break through any barrier, kill any man, to be with his angels; but work
promised money. Money promised happiness and security for his family, for his
daughter's future. But, these are her impressionable years and he knows that he
should be around more, would be around more if he could.
Family dinners maybe 3 times a week, taking Yui to daycare when he has a
chance, and he did his best to make it home in time to get a goodnight kiss.
Sunday’s were the only thing he could promise to his little girl.
“Daddy had lots of work to do last week! So did mommy. That's why uncle
Yamaguchi is so fun and great and you looooove it when we’re busy so you can
play with him!” Hinata explains with a small grin and bouncing the girl in his
arms. “You know daddy would have rather been here, work is boring.”
Kageyama takes a step closer to the pair and his fingers glide over the plaster
covering the wound on HInata’s right thigh.  Dangerous.  His mind supplies
instead. “I would much rather spend every day with you. But I have to make
money for fun things.”
“Like Disney, and trips to the zoo and going to visit family.” Hinata presses
his lips against Yui’s forehead. “Life gets expensive sometimes, but you have
the best daddy in the world and he loooooves to spoil you. And mommy
sometimes.”
“All the time.” Kageyama says with a tiny smirk. “Daddy has a hard time not
spoiling you and mommy.”
“I want mommy and daddy here all the time.” She says firmly, temper tantrum
stirring in her blue eyes and this isn't what's supposed to happen on Sunday's.
But a child’s temper is as sensitive as triggers they pull for a living.
Hinata looks to his husband for support, Hinata never the one to say no.
Discipline is not his strong suit. He'd much rather play games and hide
vegetables in her snacks than have to slap her wrist. “ Help me”  he mouths.
Kageyama’s shoulders rise on his intake of breath, then fall when he breathes
out through his nose.  “Shit”  he thinks. “How about after breakfast we go look
at the new house?”
Yui’s eyes widen with excitement and she looks between her parents. “Can we,
can we?!”
“We can do whatever you want, Sunday's are all about you.” Hinata says quickly.
He's thankful the situation has calmed before she could jut out her lower lip
and play up her puppy eyes, Hinata would have crumpled then. But now his
daughter is grinning and there’s no more chances of the puppy face making an
appearance. .
Kageyama kisses her cheeks and then his husband’s, both giggle happily and he
smiles once again. “Mommy can finish breakfast and we can go get dressed.”
“Yeah munchkin, I'll get your crepes on a plate.” Hinata sets the girl back on
the floor, her hello kitty nightgown swinging around her knees.
“With strawberries!!” She races off down the hall, shouting “ catch me!”
Kageyama pecks his husband on the lips before chasing after the little tyke.
~*~*~
Yamaguchi presses the heels of his palms against his eyes, they burn like acid
and it’s already 10am and he still hasn't gotten to go home yet. He’s been
stuck at the station since 3pm  yesterday  and all he wants to do is go home,
kiss his boyfriend and  sleep.
It's  Sunday  for christ’s sake and Tsukishima is going to be to be getting
home soon, his stakeout was supposed to wrap up around 6, and the drive back
from the safe house would take almost 5 hours. When he'd last spoken to his
bespectacled boyfriend it was just after midnight and Yamaguchi had been dumb
enough to  promise  him that he'd be there when Tsukishima got home.
He stares down at the pile of case files on his desk, he'd just evaluated 16
cases. Ranging from break ins to the gunshots reported from the 8th ward, which
he was aware had been his boyfriend and his partner. When they bumped him up to
Captain he'd hadn't been aware of how much paperwork came with the corner
office.
Every case from his unit has to be looked over, papers to be signed, statements
to take, the list of things to do went on and on. Frankly he just wanted to
throw in the towel, go home and collapse on the bed. (Or maybe the couch, it
was closer)
But he couldn't, for the sake of the safety of his boyfriend and his friends.
Keeping tabs on the police was easiest from the inside, easier to protect the
secrets of Tsukishima’s life. When he joined the police academy all those years
ago he’d never guess he’d end up a  dirty cop,  paying off criminals for
information and lying to his bosses and employees. But it was worth it, all of
it. He wasn’t hurting anyone that didn’t deserve it. (That’s what Tsukishima
reassured him daily)
Yamaguchi sighed again and pushed the closed stack of files away, making room
to rest his head on the table. He closes his eyes to try and relieve the
burning that won't go away, when he finally relaxes and the tension rolls off
his shoulders, his cell rings.
He grabs the smartphone off his desk only to find that it's not ringing, with
renewed energy he sits up and reaches into his briefcase to grab the burner
phone Tsukishima insisted he carry. Quickly opening the phone and answering the
call. “Tsuki?!”
“I wish, no it's Hinata. He just called me to let me know they picked up
Kageyama’s last shipment.”
“I thought they were on stakeout?”
Hinata laughs. “He was, but they got a lead on the pick up that went wrong on
friday and Kuroo asked if Tsuki’s team would follow. For your own good I’m not
going to tell you how it went, but They’re all fine and on their way home now.”
“Oh.” Yamaguchi leans back in his desk chair, chest deflating and he tries his
best to avoid the jealous feelings that stir in his heart. “Why didn't he call
me?”
“Well let's see, you just pulled a double overnight shift. Tsukishima is aware
of this. I'm sure he thought you were sleeping.”
“Right. Wait, then why did you call me?”
“Because I know you well enough to know that you're still in your office and-…
Yeah! Okay YamaYama, I'm gonna have to go. We’re taking Yui on a tour of the
new house today!”
“Sounds like a fun time, mind if I stop by on my way home? Looks like Tsukki is
gonna be a while.” Yamaguchi is more than fond of the little angel Yui. He’s a
doting uncle, most likely her only uncle that hadn't killed anyone,
intentionally. “Plus I hear it's almost done.”
“They laid the floors down yesterday, and Kageyama tells me they're moving the
furniture in either tomorrow or Tuesday.” Hinata turns away from his phone to
talk to someone, most likely Yui. “Well you have to come now, Yui insists.”
Yamaguchi nods, even though Hinata can't see him. “I'm on my way now, I'll be
there in 20 minutes.”
“Make it 10, I'll bring you coffee.”
“You are a godsend shorty.”
Hinata laughs loudly and then says his goodbyes.
Yamaguchi closes the phone and shoves it back into his bag, then grabs said bag
and leaves his office for his car.
~*~*~
“I'm sick of this conversation, that's the end of it.” The silver haired prince
slams his fist on the table, rattling glasses and startling one of the more
timid lawyers.
Daichi rests his elbows on the table, his sleep shirt and pajama pants still on
since he was woken for this meeting at an ungodly hour on a  Sunday.
“Sugawara.” He says calmly, which in said man’s mind- doesn't match the
situation. “They got ahead of us this time, we've had several successful
missions on that side of the city. We have to start branching out otherwise
we’ll be consumed by other forces.”
Sugawara Koshi is not having it, he's lost 5 men this month alone and that's
the highest fatality rate in such a short time, in years. Long before Ukai took
over for his father. “I am getting  tired  of everyone talking about this kind
of shit. We are drug runners and suppliers, we’re not an army for fucks sake.”
Always such a  parent.  Daichi had had about enough of this, ever since the
simple pick up, an easy errand that could have been done by a lowly carrier,
turned out to be a set up. Sugawara, or the Prince of the crows, was riled by
the sudden attack. Daichi himself, a general on the board, wasn't fazed. “This
is something we can handle. We've got the 4th and 5th wards on our side now,
Kuroo has got his associate with the Russians, if we need to start a war now is
the time. We've got all the resources we need.”
“Here you are in your PJ’s declaring war!” Suga rose from his chair, he also in
his PJ’s. “Bloodshed isn't what we manage. We work through the cartel, I'm not
risking our major operations so you can gain more territory. Our people mean
more than that.”
“From a financial standpoint we don't have the money for an all out turf war.”
The attention of the meeting is shifted to Kiyako, where she sits at the end of
the table in her business suit, somehow well enough put together this early in
the morning. She adjusts her glasses and flips a few pages in her notebook.
“Sales in the 2nd ward are down, we need to be sure and send in more recruiters
and increase our presence. If we wanted to take on the 8th ward we would need
the full financial support of Lev Haiba and Kageyama Tobio.”
Kiyoko’s assistant nods her head and types the keys of her laptop. “And
Kageyama hasn’t been involved in a turf war since he and Hinata got married.”
One of their prosecutors, Asahi, pulls out his own notebook and sets it on the
table. “I feel like we would be better off to swing the election and pull more
taxes into our funding, I've got two candidates that I believe the people would
like and the two judges we have right now have already agreed to endorse
whichever one we choose.”
“As it stands now, we don't make a single move without calling a formal
meeting. Yachi, I need you to get a hold of Kuroo and Bokuto. They need to be
here if we’re making a move this big. I'll touch base with Ukai and see if he
can come down for a meeting.” Suga slumped down into his chair and blew a puff
of air at a stray hair that fell too close to his nose. “Has anyone heard from
Hinata? Is he alright?”
Ennoshita nodded his head and raised his hand, not speaking until Daichi
pointed at him. “According to his snapchat story he's taking Yui to see their
new house.”
“Make a note to contact Kageyama as well, he's going to be involved in this as
well and he already has connection in the other wards; and if Kageyama is in
that means we’ll have to get Oikawa too. This is going to be more work than
it’s worth, and we’re probably not going to get anywhere either.” Daichi stands
from the table and nods to the people seated at his kitchen table. “Now
everyone, it's early on this beautiful day. Please go back to your homes and
enjoy your Sunday.”
Suga rises and takes the hand Daichi offers him. “Lock the door on your way out
please.”
The people sitting at the table exchange confused looks and then take their
leave, Kiyoko twisting her key in the deadbolt as she leaves.
The couple make their way upstairs and back into their bed, but Suga moves over
to the edge of his side and buries his face in his pillow. Daichi tries his
best to ignore his boyfriends attempt at the silent treatment but ultimately
fails and rolls over to face the other man’s back.
“I'm sorry okay.” He says with real remorse in his voice, they’ve been running
this show for years now and it’s time they grow outside of their territory.
Suga must understand that, they have control over a measly 4 wards. The owls
occupy 4 wards and Kuroo and his cats take up another 5. The Oikawa’s run rings
through almost all 23 wards outside of Ushijima territory. “But if we don't
expand we’re gonna get taken over. And I can't let that happen.”
“He has a daughter, Daichi.” Sugawara whispers with his back still facing
Daichi. “A little girl with beautiful black hair and eyes like her father.” He
pauses to let the words resonate in The other man’s mind. “I was the first
person Hinata called when he and Kageyama could afford a surrogate. I was there
the day Yui was born and I've attended every one of her birthday parties, dance
recitals, beauty pageants, Daichi I don't think you understand how hard it is
for me to hear that you put Hinata in danger.”  Not to mention dangerous, they
had forces in high places watching over the small man. If he were to get hurt,
the aftershock would kill more than their gang could handle.
“It’s not as if I planned for him to get shot at. He is one of the country's
greatest hit men, he's always out for hire. And Hinata has been in this game
since he was 14 years old, he knows how to protect himself, and he's got
Kageyama and his goons to back him up. Suga you can't let personal attachments
affect the choices we have to make.”
“Tell that to the Tsukishima’s and the Oikawa’s. He’s supposed to be working
murder for hire, not running drugs, we have a contract. Do you even  know  what
will happen if we breach that agreement?”
“It’s not my fault. He was supposed to be picking up collection from the south.
How was I supposed to know they didn’t want to pay up?”  
“I am in this for the money. It's always been about the money. Not how many
people I own, not how much space I conquer. Myself and my family do this for
money. And right now, we have more money invested into that little red head
than I’ve got in stocks.”
Suga’s grandfather had ruled over the  Crows  for 52 years before dying of a
heart attack when he was 74, still controlling the streets of Tokyo’s 1sy, 2nd,
and 3rd wards. The successors of the gang were Suga’s father and the Ukai
family, who had been trusted associates for decades.
When Suga’s father died, he was promoted and given the authority to take care
of the  crows  on the ground. Organizing missions and handling public affairs.
He had quite the weight on his shoulders but Daichi was right beside him as
always, his right hand man.
 “I have to let it be personal. That how my grandfather started all this. The
personal relationship with others in power, building trust and mutual respect.
That’s how this works.” Sugawara holds a hand up towards the ceiling, a longing
look on his face. “When I signed on to take HInata I   knew it would be a lot
of trouble, I came into this knowing everyone wanted him. I have no idea what
will happen to us if Ushijima makes a move and something bad happens. We’ll be
walking targets for some of the most dangerous people in the country.”
Daichi scoots closer to Koshi, snakes an arm around his middle and squeezes
him. “I know. I know. We’ll figure this out later, let's drop it for now and
just enjoy this right now.”
~*~*~
“Mommy how much further!!” Yui whines from the back seat, kicking her legs
against the edge of her car seat.
Hinata looks back at her over his shoulder. “We've got just a few more blocks
to go and we’ll be there.”
They'd had to stop at the Starbucks drive through to get a few drinks. A
strawberry Acai refresher for Yui, and three black coffees for the adults.
“You'll love it. Daddy had it built just for you.” Kageyama says.
The toddler squeals in excitement. “Is there really a tree house and a
trampoline?!”
“A backyard fit for a queen, and a playroom with all the toys you could dream
of.” Hinata entrances the child with his  mystical  storytelling voice, and
it’s no surprise when Yui’s smile widens.
Arriving at the house, Yamaguchi's car was already parked on the curb by the
driveway and said man was leaning against the hood of his government issued
black SUV. He waved as they pulled in to park by the front door.
“It looks amazing guys.” He says with a smile as Hinata unbuckles his daughter
from her car seat.
The happy  mommy  turns to greet his friend with a friendly smile. “Good to see
you Yamaguchi. And it better be amazing, it costs a fortune.”
“Lucky you, with your wonderful millions of dollars a year. Tsukki and I are
hoping to move into a loft soon, but as you know I work on a government
salary.”
“What can I say, Kageyama is good at his job. The best in all of Tokyo.” Hinata
and Yamaguchi laugh when they both start walking towards the front door that
Kageyama is already holding open for them.
The house (Mansion) is massive in size, the entry way extends to a large open
foyer, two rooms flank the hallway; a living room to the left that looks to be
larger than Yamaguchi’s apartment and a study to the right.Kageyama walks down
the hall into the kitchen, white granite countertops make an L shape that
surrounds the appliances and kitchen island. On the right side of the counter
is a breakfast nook with a few barstools, through a set of glass french doors
was the dining room. The fact it was still bare aside from a modern chandelier
hanging from the ceiling, made the room seem bigger than it probably was.
Another set of french doors took you back into the main hallway that turned
into a T split corridor, Kageyama said that the left side was two guests rooms
and a bathroom. The right side led to a staircase that went to the seconds
floor, the staircase led straight into what would soon be Yui’s playroom,  the
space was about the size of the dining room and a door on the far right wall
had a door that had already been painted pink.
“If you keep going down that way you’ll get to the master bed and bath, a nice
size storage closet and Natsu’s bathroom.” Kageyama swiftly stole Yui from
Hinata’s arms and set her on the floor. “The pink one is your’s, go check it
out while we talk.”
Yui giggles up at her daddy. “Okay Daddy!” She scampers off to the pink door
and went inside her new bedroom.
Hinata watches his daughter with warm honey eyes filled with affection. “I’ll
call the interior decorator later today and have her talk with Yui about what
she wants.”
“I’ll handle it, I’ll be sure she’s here before Yui is ready for lunch.”
Kageyama lays a hand on Hinata’s waist and guides him closer. “You need to work
on our bedroom too, anything you like. No holding back like last time, I can
afford anything you want.” Kageyama is referring to their last home purchase,
when his newlywed husband was too nervous about spending money and ended up
furnishing their house with lackluster decor. (Kageyama provided a quick fix by
hiring someone to come in and change it, Hinata had flushed with embarrassment
and apologized. Kageyama had laughed and called him a dumbass)
Yamaguchi took in the large space with a small smile on his face. “It looks
amazing guys. But there aren't many windows on the second floor?”
Hinata chuckles. “No fucking duh. There are 6 windows on the ground floor, 1 in
the living room, 2 in the kitchen, 1 in the dining room, 1 in each guest room.
Only two windows on this floor, one in our room and one in Yui’s.”
“All the windows are made with 8 inch tempered acrylic Aquarium grade glass.”
“What the fuck?” Yamaguchi’s eyes widen, bullet proof glass would have been
cheaper or would it?… “Excessive much?”
“Never.” Hinata deadpanned. “This is Yui’s home and she will be safe in it no
matter what.”
“The walls are 3 feet deep, that’s why it looks so much bigger on the outside.
The windows are reinforced and built into the walls, not to mention the
security system I’ve got hooked up here. Kenma and Tsukishima designed it, I’ve
got cameras everywhere.” Kageyama proves his point by pointing a finger at the
small camera in the upper corner of the room. “They’re still building my fence,
concrete up five feet and then an extra five feet of wood fence panels. The
driveway will be gated as well, the gate code is going to be a fingerprint
scanner.”
Hinata chuckles again at the surprise and shock on Yamaguchi’s face. “We’ve
been building this house for over a year, Yams. We’ve got nearly 30 mil in this
place.”
“Just because the world sees us as your local neighborhood rich family, doesn’t
mean we’re safe. We’re at risk for Ushijima finding us, high profile people
like us are at risk, we can’t take any chances with Yui.” The raven haired man
nods his head with finality, his eyes hard.
Yui comes bounding out of her empty bedroom shortly after the conversation
ends, crashing against Hinata’s legs and squeezing around the bandage beneath
his jeans and he hides his wince of pain with a bright grin down at the child.
“I can see my tree house from my window! Can I go see it? Please mommy
please?!”
“What did I say at home,” He lifts her into his arms and kisses her cheeks.
“Sunday’s are all about you. We can do whatever you want.”
“Then I want ice cream!” She wraps her arms tightly around Hinata’s neck and
nuzzles her face against his cheek, they both giggle and he nuzzles her back.
Kageyama watches the scene before him with soft affection in his eyes. His
family, precious, perfect family. He’d do anything to provide for them.
Anything to keep them safe. All he’s done since he met Hinata almost 10 years
ago, has been fully for the other man. Hinata wanted Kageyama to help the
Crows,  Kageyama did. Hinata wanted to move in together, he bought a flat in
downtown Tokyo close enough to the train station that HInata didn’t have to
walk far, but far enough away so the noise wasn’t bothersome. Hinata wanted
marriage, Kageyama fell to his knees the moment Hinata mentioned it. Hinata
wanted children, Kageyama set about finding a surrogate. Hinata wanted a home
that would be able to keep their daughter safe, Kageyama made it happen.
Nothing,  was too much for his family. Nothing was too expensive, too far, too
hard to grasp, impossible? Kageyama didn’t have the word in his vocabulary.
His reminiscent thoughts were interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing in
his left pocket, and before he could flip it open to answer it, Yamaguchi’s
rings as well. The officer looked at Kageyama with worry and confusion, for
them both to be getting calls at the same time, something was seriously wrong…
Kageyama kissed his daughter’s forehead and then a hard but fleeting kiss to
Hinata’s lips, moving out of the room to answer the call. Yamaguchi followed
him, both answering their phones when they reached the master bedroom.
“Yes?” He answered the phone with a scary voice. “This better be important.”
“If it wasn’t I wouldn’t have called. I need a favor.”
“No. It can wait until tomorrow, I’m busy.” Kageyama’s eyes rolled in
annoyance. Typical of Lev to call him on a Sunday.
The Russian man on the other line sighed heavily into his phone. “I’m being
serious Kageyama-san. The war lords have been whispering and I’m afraid I’ve
heard something important. Important regarding a certain someone with the aim
of ace. ”
Kageyama’s fingers tighten around his cellphone, jaw dropping in shock. “What
do you mean they’re talking about Hinata? What are those bastards saying?”
“It’s all over the place. I’ll email you the link to the dark web. Yaku found
it sometime last night and he and Kenma have been following leads all morning.”
Kageyama can hear Lev pressing commands into his phone’s keypad. “Anyway, we
need to call a meeting, if they’re looking for Hinata-san that means they’re
looking for you. We can’t have a repeat of 6 years ago.”
“No one is getting their hands on him  ever  again.”
“You didn’t have as many resources last time as we do now. Hinata works for the
crows  and if anyone were to move against him, you know Sugawara-san is going
to make a move. We need to move faster, I hear Ushijima is planning something
big. We’ll need more than just the three of us, a meeting between the lords is
the best option we have right now, and according to the little blonde one,
Sugawara is already calling for one.”
Kageyama debates himself for a moment, Lev had never strayed him down the wrong
path. He has been one of his most trusted advisors for years,  If I agree to a
meeting I’m setting myself up, I could lose business. But if Hinata gets
involved and I’m not there to help him…  “What have they done already?”
“The news is reporting on an explosion at a unoccupied train station,only a
security guard was injured, they haven’t identified who planned the attack but
I’m sure we all know the only person who likes to test the water before he
dives in.”
Lev is right, this has Ushijima written all over it and he  knows  Hinata will
fall into line with the crows the second he gets a call to investigate the
attack. His loyalty has no limits and Kageyama respects him for it, but it’s a
double edged sword in their line of work.
“What time are we gathering?”
“7:30pm at the convention center, conference room 9. Like always.”
“I’ll be there.” Kageyama closes his phone and tosses it carelessly on the tile
floor, he’ll be sure to remove the sim card later. Yamaguchi is leaning against
the wall waiting for Kageyama to speak, his own phone call already over. “Lev
called an associate's meeting tonight, if Ushijima is mobilizing things in
Tokyo are about to get ugly.”
Yamaguchi nods, saying nothing for a few moments, then pushes himself off the
wall. “I’ll call Yachi to set up a distraction team and we’ll keep the police
away from the convention center.
“But Kageyama, what are you going to tell Hinata? I don’t know why Ushijima
would make a move like this when the crows haven’t invaded his territory in
years.”
Not since the last time Hinata was kidnapped.
“I need you to take Yui and Hinata home, you can sleep on the couch or my bed,
whatever. But they can not be alone. I’m going to make some calls and get ready
for tonight.” Kageyama goes to pick up his phone and flips it open to check the
time. Only 11:45.  Fuck this Sunday . “Call Nishinoya and have him watch the
house. I’m sorry Yamaguchi but I’m going to have to borrow Tsukishima for a
while.”
The freckled police officer, still wearing his badge on his belt, shakes his
head and sighs. “I can take them home, but they’re calling me in. I have to go
and be a cop and not blow my cover.” Yamaguchi steps forward and rests a hand
on Kageyama’s shoulder. “Drive your family home. Get ice cream on the way and
wait until Nishi gets to the house before bailing.”
“It’s not bailing.” Kageyama snaps hatefully. “It’s not like I want to go to
this stupid meeting and who knows what’ll happen. Myself, Bokuto, Kuroo, Tooru,
lev, Sugawara and Aone in the same room? Any disagreement can lead into a
fucking war.”
 “Then you better keep a hold on things and make sure to keep everyone in line.
Believe it or not everyone can’t help but want Hinata, and he’s got those
devilish fingers of his looped into everyone’s business.” Yamaguchi retrieves
his burner cell from his back pocket. “Tsukishima is   supposedly getting home
soon, I’ll shoot him a quick text about me not coming home and have him go
straight to your place. Lord knows he’ll  want to be with Hinata if Ushijima is
involved.”
Even after all these years neither Kageyama nor Yamaguchi can fight the throb
of jealousy within them. Tobio  knows  Shoyo would never cheat on him, he has
the most faith in his husband. But coming home and finding the tall blonde
curled around his husband in  their  bed; puts strain on any man. Not to
mention the pain Yamaguchi has endured, having your boyfriend choose his best
friend over you on more than one occasion is horrible.   
“Some days I wonder what would have happened if Tsukishima hadn’t come home
that night.” Yamaguchi whispers and Kageyama feels the same way about Hinata.
“Some days I have trouble convincing myself that he chose me, and that they
aren’t together anymore.”
It’s been ten years since Tsukishima Kei and Hinata Shoyo were in an official
relationship. Had Kageyama not come along they probably still would be… But
they aren’t. Hinata married Kageyama on their 4th anniversary and Tsukishima
met Yamaguchi Tadashi when they were 19.
“It’s okay. You know he loves you more than anything, they’re just, there isn’t
a way to describe it.” Kageyama fights through his own gloomy cloud of emotions
to try and offer comfort. “When you put another person’s life before our own
for the entire duration of your own life, how do abandon those feelings of love
and move on?”
“Did I ever tell you that, when Hinata was tricking for Oikawa, Tsukishima and
I got in this really big fight and I swore he was going to leave me… but Hinata
brought him back to the house that night and forced Tsukishima to apologize to
me. I’ll never forget what he said.  “Anyone is allowed to call me a slut but
you. Now apologize to Tadashi before I shoot you, stingyshima.”  He didn’t even
care that I had clearly disrespected him, all he cared about was Tsukishima
apologizing to me.”
“Shoyo is like that. I assume, no, I know that’s why he’s so likeable. He sets
aside his own needs and desires for the wants of others.” Kageyama looks down
at the floor and takes a deep breath. “I knew he didn’t want to join the crows.
I knew that he liked working for Tooru, he liked being Tokyo’s most sought
after prostitute, he enjoyed getting to seduce someone and watching their eyes
widen in fear as he betrayed their trust in him. He loved having me with him at
all hours of the day.” Tobio chuckles at the sickness of their past, how
twisted their young minds had been. “He loved getting high on whatever I had in
stock, loved it when we’d lock ourselves away in the clubs shitty upstairs
apartment and fuck all day.
  “So the day he came to me and told me he was leaving to join the crows with
Tsukishima… I thought it was all over and that I’d lost him to that sarcastic
asshole.” After another deep breath and Kageyama looks into Yamaguchi’s bright
eyes with a smile. “But I didn’t lose him. He made    a move that he didn’t
particularly like so he could protect those he cared about most. And at the end
of the day, I can never blame him for that.”
 Yamaguchi pressed the palms of his hands against his weary eyes and sniffs
once to regain his composure. “Yeah. Tsukishima is the exact same.”
 
***** Even now *****
Chapter Summary
     Even now the past is a haunting presence in the present.
Chapter Notes
     So this chapter is rushed... and it's sorta a filter between the
     first one and where the third one is. The next chapter is going to
     begin to explain all this weirdness. Thank you for reading, drop me a
     comment :)
Yamaguchi grins at Yui when he exits the bathroom and reaches his arms out to
her. “Hey, let’s you and I go look around some more.”
Hinata stares at Tadashi confusedly but doesn’t object when the little girl is
taken from his arms and he’s left to watch them walk back down the stairs. He
looks back to Kageyama, who has just entered back into the hallway, and then
Yamaguchi on the staircase. “What’s- is something wrong?”
Everything in his mind is screaming at him to lie, “Something went wrong at the
club” “Someone forgot to pay rent” “I need to go check on a delivery.”He’s had
to do those things on sunday’s before, it’s not as if Shoyo wouldn’t believe
him. But if he even mentions something as big as a gathering of the war lords,
he’s fucked. Shoyo will fight him until he’s allowed to go to the meeting, but,
if he tells the truth and does his best to explain that it’s safer to stay home
with their daughter… the response will be the same. Shoyo is loyal to his bone
marrow. If the streets need him, that’s where he’ll be.
“Don’t fight me, Sho-”
“I’m going with you.”
“You fucking can’t!” Kageyama fists his hands in his hair, he knew this would
be the response. “It’s a war lord meeting, you are not on this list. You don’t
needto be there.”
The shorter male crosses his arms and cocks his right hip out sassily. “Yeah,
I’m not on the list.That’s stupid, should I just go with the crows? Tooru? I
know Aone would let me come with him.”
Kageyama lets his hands fall to his sides, head tipping back in irritation.
It’s sunday and he doesn’t want to fight with his fucking husband.He’s going to
have enough bullshit to deal with tonight. “I said no. You’re not going, that’s
it. Please don’t make a bigger deal out of this.”
“Of fucking course I’m going. Why don’t you want me to go-” Hinata cuts himself
off with a gasp, golden eyes locking with dark blue. He gets it now and his
throat closes up in fear, icy trickles of terror fall down his spine. “I’m
going.” But he looks as if he doesn’t believe himself when he says it.
“If there’s even the slightest chance of him moving you’ll be lucky to leave
the house.” Kageyama doesn’t lose the intense gaze they’re locked in. “You’re
going back to the house with Yui and Nishinoya will be there soon to stay with
you.”
Hinata shakes his head stubbornly like a child being denied a treat, frustrated
tears burning his eyes. “If you’re locking me up, I want Kei. You can take
Nishinoya with you to that fucking meeting.”
Kageyama covers his face with his hands, groaning into his palms at the words.
“Don’t make me out to be the bad guy. You know Tsukishima is of better use at
the meeting with us than at home with you.” Yet, even Yamaguchi was smart
enough to know how this would go, Tsukishima would sooner be killed before he
left Shoyo. “But fine, as long as someone is with you until I get this all
worked out. We need to get going soon so I can meet up with Lev and make sure
everything is in order.”
“You’re not taking me out of the field, we aren’t kids anymore Tobio, you
aren’t my handler. I work for Sugawara.”
Back when they were younger, Hinata was a fresh face on the street scene. He’d
been raised on bad behavior and taught that the world was his as long as he
took it. His mother had him trained to kill by the time he was in middle school
and she put him to good use, until the HInata Massacre of course. After which,
he had gone into freelance killing for the highest bidder and when that got
boring he went to work for the Oikawa’s, a year after that… it’s a long story.
Sugawara had paid top dollar to have Shoyo on his payroll, and Shoyo never went
back on his word; Suga knew how to put him to work. But with his and Kageyama’s
marriage, his past with Oikawa and Tsukishima as his partner; Suga would be in
hot water if anything were to go south.
“If Sugawara knows what’s good for him he won’t get on my bad side. You know
how serious this is Sho, I’m not letting him take you again.” The raven
sometimes wishes he still had a leash on this man standing before him, was
still his handler,could still control what he did. That’s in the past, Shoyo is
his husband, not a prostitute in need of his protection; not that he needed it
back then either. “Yui needs you. I know, that you want to be out there. I know
how much it means to you, how deep we are in this. We have a daughter now,
Natsu needs you too and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if Ushijima got
his hands on you again. Who knows if he’d let you live this time?”
Hinata silences then, eyes closing tightly as he fights back angry tears.
Defenseless isn’t something he likes being, he’s supposed to be the strong one,
the one ruling. He’s kageyama’s Queen , the most powerful piece in this game of
theirs, controlling the board beside the king. Nothiding out in their house
while the problem is dealt with.
“Maybe Tsukishima can talk some sense into that stubborn head of yours.”
Kageyama steps into Hinata’s space and pulls his arms away from his chest to
set them on his own shoulders. “I want to keep you alive, if you don’t mind.
You can hate me for it later.”
The ginger doesn’t move away, maybe even nudges a little closer. “I don’t hate
you.” He mumbles grumpily. “I’m not happy, but I don’t hate you.”
“Good, now, on orders of Officer Yamaguchi we are to take Yui for Ice Cream
before we go home.” Tobio rests his hands on his husband’s waist so he can hold
him while he kisses his temple.
Shoyo sags against the taller man and sighs, bubbling tension bleeding out in a
huff of air. “I’m scared, and if you tell anyone I’ll kill you.”
“I don’t doubt that.”
“But, I know that you can handle it.” He peeks a sideways glance up at Tobio
through his messy fringe. “I trust you, you’ve got my back.”
“I’ll always have your back. I made that clear the first time.” A tender smile
graces his lips and it rises one to Shoyo’s lips too.
“Yeah you did.”
Tobio and Shoyo make their way downstairs and find Yamaguchi and Yui in the
livingroom, Yui on Yamaguchi’s shoulders. The little girl giggles as she tries
to reach the dangling crystals of the chandelier.
“Who was it that wanted Ice Cream? Or was it just my imagination?” Hinata put
his hands on his hips and put a pondering look on his face.
Kageyama mirrors his husband. “I’m pretty sure it was just your imagination.”
The giggles have quieted and Yui watches her parents with a fading smile. “No,
no! I asked for Ice Cream! It was me!” She looks close to panicking.
“Do you hear something Tobi? It sounds like a mouse?”
Tobio looks over at Yamaguchi, eyes averted from his daughter on his shoulders.
“Do you hear it?”
He shakes his head with a smothered chuckle. “Nope, but have either of you seen
Yui? I’ve been looking all over.”
“I’m right here!: The toddler whines from her perch. “I know you can see me, ‘m
not in’vible”
Hinata pouts and looks up at his daughter. “It’s “Invisible” in-vis-ible, sound
it out sweet pea.”
“I knew you could see me!” She shouts victoriously.
Hinata flinches and Tobio elbows him with a frown, the teasing game now over
since Hinata had caved over grammar. Oh well, there are always more games to
play later, it seems as though Shoyo and Yui will be at home for a while.
“Okay my not invisible angel, let’s go get some Ice cream.” Kageyama reaches up
for the little girl and she clambers down from Yamaguchi’s shoulders into her
father’s arms.
She wears the same cute pout as she did when she woke up this morning, clearly
not pleased. “I want to stay with Uncle Yamayama.”
“Uncle Yamaguchi has to go back to work, he’s sad he has to go but the people
of tokyo need protecting.” Hinata rubs small circles into Yui’s back and kisses
her forehead. “Tsukki is coming over though, doesn’t that sound like fun?”
The excited gasp that escapes the child’s lips is yet another stab at
Kageyama’s pride. One would think after all the time that’s passed, all that
the four of them have endured up to this point; struggle, anguish, horror, a
fight to stay alive and out of harm's way. That things would get easier,
Kageyama wants to personally put a bullet through the skull of whoever
insinuated “Time heals all wounds”, fucking bullshit if you ask him.
Kageyama clears his throat and forces a smile before anyone else can speak
praises of the tall blonde man. “Let’s go and get that Ice Cream, yeah?”
“Yes please!”
~*~*~
The police chatter over the radio isn’t aiding in his headache, slowly becoming
a migraine, so with a grunt of annoyance he turns the transmitter off. His
fingers are too tight on the steering wheel, white knuckles and his fingers are
starting to cramp; he hasn’t seen Tsukishima in days.This is hardly fair. And
now his phone is ringing and he could scream from how frustrated he is at this
point.
Yamaguchi doesn’t even check his caller ID, just swipes the screen to accept
the call and presses the device close to his ear. “Yamaguchi.” He spits out
hatefully because really, who could possibly want his attention now?
“Someone’s grumpy.” And it’s that classic deadpan that can only belong to his
boyfriend. “The king just called me and it looks like I’m being called out to
protect the queen while he’s away on business.”
“Hello to you too, Kei.” Yamaguchi sighs and relaxes back into the driver’s
seat, he’s stuck in traffic anyway.
“Sorry I’ve been busy lately. Sugawara seems to have a backbone when it comes
to getting his money.”
“You’ve got to be a little nicer to the guy, he’s done a lot for you.” But he’s
not being mean, it’s just his guarded personality. You build up walls like that
when you’re tortured as a child and left with no one but your best friend to
trust, yamaguchi can hardly scold him.
The slam of a car door sounds on Tsukishima’s end of the call and someone else
is talking. “Sorry Tadashi, I’m switching cars. Just a second.” There’s more
muffled talking and an engine revving, “I’m not getting in that load of shit
with the radio on that loud.”“Does anyone understand Nishinoya’s taste in
music? Or is it just me?”
Yamaguchi can’t help but laugh at the thought of Tsukishima climbing into
Nishinoya’s little red ‘94 mazda RX-7 with the radio blasting american pop
music. For a gangbanger, the little man was surprisingly bubbly. “It’s not just
you, but can you blame him? I’m sure everyone has a thing for beyonce.”
“I doubt he even knows what half the words mean.”
“Asahi probably translates for him. Don’t be judgy, it’s not attractive.”
Yamaguchi teases, finally a real smile stretching his lips.
“Like I’m trying to be attractive.” Tsukishima scoffs. “Let’s roll out, we
still have to pick up-”The phone is covered with what Yamaguchi assumes to be
Tsukishima’s hand, this happens when they’re talking “gang” things. At the end
of the day Tadashi is a police officer, and the less he knows, the better.
Tadashi speaks again when he can hear the other line clearly. “Not everyone is
blessed with good looks, some of us have to try.”
“As if you would know.” And it’s things like that, said in that playfully sweet
baritone, remind him that “Yeah, this idiot chose me.”  
“Keep flirting with me, it’s making my shitty weekend without you so much
better.” Yamaguchi doesn’t care how pleased he sounds when he says it.
There’s more talking through the phone that Yamaguchi assumes is Nishinoya and
maybe Tanaka, he can’t tell really, and then his boyfriend sighs heavily into
the receiver. “I want to, but we’ve got some stuff to do before I go to Sho’s,
call me when you get a free minute.”
“Yeah, I will. I’m in need of serious sleep so please steal some sake from
their cabinet before you come home tonight.”
“Not a problem. Be careful, don’t make any unnecessary moves, we don’t know why
Ushijima is moving this far north.”
“I got it, I got it. I love you.”
“Love you too, I gotta go.”
Kei ends the call before he can say bye, which is fine. The light is green and
the traffic flow is moving again, he’ll be at the bombsight soon.
And the bombsight is nothing as he thought it would be. The subway tunnel is
completely collapsed in on itself, ruble seeps out onto the street level;
broken rock and rebar scattered everywhere. The scene is boxed off by bright
yellow “do not cross” police tape and a few patrolmen stand around the border
fending off news crews and the curious passersby.
Yamaguchi flashes his badge at an unfamiliar officer, he’s waved through with a
nod and “Good morning captain”He wanders closer to the blast sight, cautious of
the debris and the crime techs documenting everything. “Do we know anything
yet?”
“Not yet, just that the place was deserted for cleaning. The security guard
says he heard a phone ring and then a suspicious beeping noise; the guys tried
to clear out but the bomb went off before he made it up the stairs.” One of his
detectives is scribbling in a little notebook, Yamazaki is the taller man’s
name. “He’s not dead, but he’s still at the hospital.”
Yamaguchi steps around a larger chunk of concrete so he can stand next to
Yamazaki. “Any witnesses?”
“There’s a cleaners across the street that has a security camera, I’m about to
go and see if the angel caught anything.” The younger detective is tall and
brutish, Yamaguchi hasn’t made much effort to get close to his employee’s, less
suspicion that way. “And there were several people up here on the street but
they weren’t close enough to cause any injuries.”
Tadashi nods to show he’s been listening, he looks around the scene and tries
to find any sign of Ushijima being responsible. “I wouldn’t rule out gang
activity, we should look into surrounding crews and see if there’s any turf
arguments going on.”
Yamazaki snaps his notebook closed with a sharp sound and a glare directed at
the dry cleaner’s shop across the street. “Next time it might be a populated
train station or a school, maybe worse. These fucking gangs are worse than
serial killer, they might as well be serial killers.”  
“We’ll catch the bad guys at the end of the story, alright?”The captain rolls
his eyes and his cell buzzes in his pocket, checking the caller ID. He’s glad
he did for the first time today. “You head over to the cleaner’s, I’ve gotta
take this.”
~*~*~
“That’s the last of it, boss.” Tanaka grins over his shoulder at Tsukishima,
he’s just tossed the last box onto their delivery truck. “Sign, sealed, ready
for delivery.”
The glasses wearing man nods his head in approval. “Good, get it on route to
the club, Iwazumi will meet you there and don’t forget to tell him about the
meeting.”
Tanaka takes his gloves and tucks them into his back pocket. “Not a problem.
You keep an eye our asset.”
“I’ve been keeping an eye on him longer than you’ve been snorting coke.”
“Mother fucker, that was seriously one time. Is everyone still giving me shit
about it?” The skinhead groans and rolls his eyes.
Nishinoya cackles from the front seat of his sports car. “That’s tough luck
buddy, next time don’t post it on snapchat and maybe everyone wouldn’t know
about it.”
“I’ve got to get to the house, you don’t be late for that drop.” Tsukishima
points at Tanaka, with his scary “get it done” face. “Let’s bounce Noya.”
Tanaka waves to his best friend while Tsukishima ducks into the passenger seat.
“Count on me! I’ll see you guys tomorrow for assignments.”
Nishinoya puts the car in park on the curb in front of the Kageyama house, he
cuts the engine and looks over to the younger yet taller man in his passenger
seat. “Is it hard?”
“ Is what hard?” Tsukishima mutters indifferently. He knows what Nishinoya
means, everyone does. And yes, fucking yes, it is hard. Still, and fuck it
shouldn’t be but it is. Tsukishima loves Yamaguchi, loves him so much. But,
everytime he see’s Shoyo with Kageyama, holding hands while they take their
daughter to the park; his heart aches. And it hurts more than it should.
Tsukishima let’s out a tiny sighs, looking up at the house Shoyo shares with
his husband. “Yes.”
“I’ve been here for you guys since we were little kids, Yamaguchi is nice and
all but he’s not Shoyo.” Nishinoya is from the same neighborhood Tsukishima and
Shoyo grew up in, they rode bikes together, hell Nishinoya taught both boys
howto ride bikes.”Maybe you guys should try talking about it again.”
“Shoyo has been married to Kageyama for almost 7 years, I’m pretty sure our
“flame”is gone for good. It’s more of a feeling of intense protection, like my
brain won’t let Kageyama be good enough for Hinata.” Tsukishima attempts to
explain the swirling emotions that seem to follow him around.
“Tobio isn’t good enough for him, we agreed on that. Which is why we’re here
and keep an eye on them.” The older boy lays a comforting hand on his friend’s
shoulder. “He’s always gonna love you Kei, I’ve had this same conversation with
him dozens of times.”
“We should go inside.” Kei opens the car door, effectively cutting off the
conversation. His and Shoyo’s romantic relationship is in the past, it lingers
in his blood and bubbles beneath the surface of his skin every now and again
but it’s not what he wants anymore. He wants what’s best for both of them, and
they’re both in a good place now.
“Kei!” Yui squeals happily when he steps through the front door, giggling all
the way she jump up to his waist. “Kei Kei Kei!”
It’s so much like when he would come home to Hinata and Natsu, but Natsu is in
high school now. “Hey little brat.” He ruffles her short hair and lifts her
into his arms with a kiss to her temple.
Yui calls for her mother into the house. “Mommy! Keeeei is here! She’s in the
kitchen, let’s go!”
Tsukishima wordlessly follows the child’s command and enters the kitchen where
Kageyama is holding a teary eyed Shoyo in his arms. It’s a war not to tear
across the room and pull them apart, the fact Shoyo has tears in his eyes is
reason enough for him to be angry, yes? He’ll go with that. “What’s going on in
here?” His voice holds back his simmering emotions.
“He’s just got a meeting to get to, saying bye on a sunday is a little
frustrating.” Hinata sniffs and wipes at his nose.
“Daddy has work today, but it’s Yui’s day so mommy isn’t smiling.” Yui rests
her head against Kei’s chest with a breathy little sigh.
“I’ll be home as soon as I can, and tomorrow we’ll do whatever you want. I
promise.” Kageyama kisses Hinata’s forehead and leaves him standing by the
counter so he can kiss Yui’s cheeks.
Yui nods but her lips are still pursed in a pout and she’s tucked against
Tsukishima and shying away stubbornly from her father.
A few more muttered goodbye’s and Kageyama is grabbing a backpack off the
kitchen table and walking out the front door to leave with Nishinoya.
“Go grab candyland out of the closet, we’ll play in the living room.”
Tsukishima whispers in Yui’s ear, trying to give himself and Shoyo a minute or
so to talk. The toddler nods and races off down the hall.
Hinata is slouched on the couch with a cup of tea in his hands, he looks worse
than Tsukishima hopes he feels. It’s just a meeting, it’s not like Kageyama is
in imminent danger. The blonde crosses the room and seats himself next to Shoyo
carefully, one arm lifting to wrap around his shoulders the other taking the
tea out of his hands so he can gather the other man in his arms. Hinata doesn’t
object.
“Talk to me Sho, I’m not a mind reader.”
“That’s a lie, you live in my fucking brain.”
“Yeah that’s a little true I guess, tell me anyway.”
“It might be Ushijima again, and I don’t think he wants money this time.”
~*~*~
“This is Yamaguchi.”
“Yes it is, I know who I called.”
“Right, how can I help you today Prince?”
Sugawara chuckles, leaning back in his chair he adjusts the phone in his grip.
“I’ve got a favor to ask of you Officer Yamaguchi.”
Yamaguchi coughs and it sounds as if he’s outside, Suga asks. “Yeah, I’m at the
sight of the bombing. What’s the favor.”
The prince sighs into the mic of the cell phone. “I’m going to need copies of
all the evidence you collect there. But aside from that, I need you to make
sure the cops don’t get too close to the convention center tonight.”
“Are you setting up a distraction? If you cause a big enough scene I can get as
many officers away as possible.”
“Daichi tells me he has a plan, what it is I’m not sure. Another thing is that
I wanted you to be aware that there will be 5 war lords in one place tonight, I
hope I don’t have to remind you how important it is that we aren’t caught.” For
someone with such a kind personality, Sugawara is a terrifying person that
lives up to his family name very well.
“I’ve got it. Have Daichi call me when he’s got it all worked out and I’ll have
my personal unit stationed around the convention center; I’ll handle as much as
I can.”
Suga smiles softly, it’s times like these he’s thankful he bothered to offer
Tooru all that money on Hinata, it’s an investment that’s paid itself off ten
times over. “Yes, thank you Tadashi. Your work is greatly appreciated and of
course we will handle our own security.”
“Yes sir.”
“I’ll be seeing you, have a good day.” With that Suga ends the call and sets
his phone aside.
A meeting of this size, all over that asshole Ushijima, and of course Hinata
Shoyo. But if they even want to think of keeping the north in order it’s more
than important to get this handled now, and since Kuroo and the rest of them
happen to live in the north; they won’t mind a little camaraderie. Probably.
***** Then *****
Chapter Summary
     Ignorance isn't always bliss, but bliss can be found in awareness
Chapter Notes
     Summary? Fuck if I know. This is one of those chapters I warned you
     about, we went back in time!
     There will be a few chapters like this, but I promise it's going to
     help us in the present! Bear with me okay?
     Thanks for all the nice comments, I like hearing what you think.
 
It’s harder to ride a bike than Nishi makes it out to be, Shoyo is on his third
attempt at peddling his new bike without his training wheels. The sun is too
bright, that has to be the reason, it’s not his fault, clearly the sun needs to
stop being so bright.
When the pedals slips out from under his sandals for the fourth time and he
tumbles down off into the ditch in front of Nishinoya’s house, he let’s angry
tears fall from his eyes as he kicks the bike away from him. “It’s broken.”
Nishinoya Yuu, his next door neighbor, is only older than him by 19 months but
he acts like he’s the big kid on the block. Tsukishima is younger than both of
them and he’s bigger than both of them too. But, since Kei has an older brother
and Shoyo doesn’t it’s kinda nice to pretend Noya is his big brother.
Said pretend older brother skids his bike to a stop next to the ditch Shoyo is
currently pouting in. “It’s not broken Sho, you just can’t do it.”
“Liar, liar pants on fire! I so can do it, you just broke my bike when I wasn’t
looking!” Hinata points a stubby accusing finger at the older boy. “I’m tellin’
Akiteru on you!”
“No you’re not!” Nishinoya steps off his bike to point his own finger at his
little friend. “It’s not my fault you can’t do it!”
“Hey, what’s the big deal? Why are you screaming?” Tsukishima’s older brother,
Akiteru is in middle school, is usually in charge of them when their parents
are working. “Nishi did you push Shoyo over again?”
The smaller Tsukishima, Kei, runs around his brother and into the ditch to help
Shoyo to his feet. “Are you okay?”
“My knee hurts a little.” Shoyo continues to pout, now directed at his taller
best friend.
Akiteru sighs heavily while watching the three of them. “Well come on Sho,
we’ll get you an ice pack. Your mom has someone she wants you to meet too, so
we should get you cleaned up.”
“I wanna come too!” Nishinoya says too loudly, it’s not like Akiteru can leave
him outside anyway. He’s the babysitter.
“Let’s get inside Mrs.Hinata will be home soon with our guest.”
“Sho-Chan I’d like you to meet Tooru.” His mother, 5’6 with beautiful rusty
brown hair, ushers a boy taller than Tsukishima into his playroom. “His daddy
works with your daddy.”
Hinata sets down the hotwheels camaro he’s been playing with to offer a
friendly hand to the other boy. “I’m Shoyo, you can call me Sho.”
Tooru, his mother had said was his name, takes the offered hand with a barely
there smile. “Oikawa Tooru, but I guess call me Tooru.”
“And these are Sho-chan’s friends,” His mother gestures to Tsukishima and
Nishinoya, who were previously arguing over who could use the Nintendo next.
“Yuu and Kei, they live in the neighborhood and Kei’s Dad also works with your
parents.”
Nishinoya stands up and stands next to Shoyo with a wide grin on his face,
friendly as ever. “Nishinoya Yuu, call me Nishi ‘cause that’s what Sho calls
me.”
Oikawa Tooru has what looks like an overnight bag in his hands and a backpack
on his back. He shifts his weight on his feet awkwardly, looking down at the
floor with his lower lip bitten between his teeth. “Nice to meet you.” He
whispers.
Shoyo point at Kei over his shoulder, the tall blonde doesn’t bother getting
up, not one to be overly polite to new people. “That’s Kei, you can call him
Stingyshima if you want.”
“No he can’t!” Tsukishima jumps to his feet and shoves Shoyo’s shoulder. “I
have a name you dork!”
“Be nice Shoyo.” The boy’s mother scolds lightly with a smile on her face.
“Okay- fine call him Tsukishima or wherever. He doesn’t like first names unless
you’re his friend.”
Tsukishima shoves the shorter boy’s shoulder again with a scowl on his face. “I
can speak for myself dumbass.”
“Language.” Hinata’s mother frowns at the little boy. “Don’t make me call your
mother, Kei.”
“Yes ma’am.” Tsukishima grumbles.
“Tooru-chan will be spending the night so I need you all to be welcoming and
kind to him.” Mrs.Hinata sends a smile to Nishinoya. “I already called your dad
and he’s agreed to a sleepover and will bring you some clothes later. Now,” She
claps her hands together with an encouraging grin on her face. “I have a
meeting to get to, Akiteru is in charge and i’ve ordered a pizza for your
dinner. Be good boys.”
The three boys answer her with a chorus of “Yes Ma’am” and they all receive
kisses to their foreheads and she leaves the playroom with a wave.
“How old are you Tooru?” Nishinoya asks curiously. “I’m 9.”
“I turned 10 this year.” The brown haired boy responds quietly.
Shoyo smiles. “I turn 9 next month, Tsuki is 8 but he’ll be 9 on September.”
“I can speak for myself, stop talking for me.” Tsukishima turns around and sits
down in front of Shoyo’a tv and picks up the controller for the Nintendo 64.
“Do you guys have Mario?” Tooru asks, he’s looking past the other boys to
Tsukishima.
Shoyo grins because this is the first time Tooru has looked interested in being
at his house. “Yeah, duhh! We can take turns!”
~*~*~
“Stop running so fast!” Kei has been chasing after Shoyo for the past 5 minutes
and at this point they’re almost home and they missed the school bus anyway.
“It was just a stupid bully, why are you so mad?!”
Shoyo comes to a stop at an intersection where traffic is passing through, the
crosswalk sign clearly telling him notto attempt crossing. Kei has caught up to
him and puts a hand on his shoulder, he shrugs it off. “ ‘m not mad, I’m
upset.”
Tsukishima, more insistent this time, uses his strong arms to force Shoyo
around to face him. “What did that asshole say?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” Shoyo tries to throw him off again. “You’re just
gonna get all angry.”
“It’s sort of my job to “get all angry” you’re my best friend.” Kei has been
know to use his height to an advantage, intimidating idiots that try to bully
his small friend. It’s not Hinata’s fault he’s short.
Hinata sighs in defeat, Tsukishima would just go and beat the answer out of the
jerk from the soccer club. “He called me a..”
“Speak up Sho.”
“He called me a faggot, okay? Happy now?!”
“In what world would that make me happy?” Kei’s hands fall from his friend’s
shoulders and he spins on his heels, making his way back down the sidewalk to
where they came from. “I’ll meet up with you later.”
“You don’t even know who it was!” Shoyo calls after him. “Stop it, Kei! You’ll
just get in trouble again!” He runs after the taller boy and grabs at his left
arm. “I said stop you dumbass.”
“It was that soccer jerk again wasn’t it? I swear to god this will be the last
time he opens his big mouth-”
“Come on, let’s just go home.” Shoyo circles around his friend and pushes his
hands against Tsukishima’s chest to prevent him from walking back to their
middle school. “I’ve got target practice with Dad today, why don’t we just go
to the firing range together and you can just pretend you’re shooting him.”
“I can’t go to the firing range with you, my mom wants my help with her monthly
billing again.” Tsukishima’s rage face drops when his gaze shifts to his
friend’s.
Shoyo tries smiling up at Tsukishima, that usually worked in his favor, his
best friend was weak for him. Nishinoya always teased him. “Maybe just a
sleepover then? I’ll be back from practice around 6, think you’ll be done
helping your mom by then?”
And that stupid smile has done the trick once again, Tsukishima really should
develop a tolerance. “Nishinoya’s parents are still out of town, let’s just
have an impromptu movie night, play hooky tomorrow?”
Hinata hums happily, flat palms forming fists in Tsukishima’s uniform shirt.
“See, I knew you had a fun bone in that stiff body of yours.”
With a burning red blush seeping through the skin of his cheeks he shoves
Hinata away and clicks his tongue against the back of his teeth. “Whatever,
let’s just get home already.”
~*~*~
“Do, do you think that we’ll have to kill people for the rest of our lives?”
Hinata is curled around Tsukishima’s bare torso, head on his pex and ear
against his heart beat.
Tsukishima has barely just regained his normal course of breathing, but with
every exhale he prays that they won’t have to do this forever.That they’ll
escape it at some point, but he knows it won’t be anytime soon. “I don’t think
it’ll be like this for the rest of our lives.” He runs soft fingertips across
the plane of Shoyo’s back, the skin slick and sticky with drying sweat.
Hinata sighs at the calming sensation the fingers cause, he turns his face and
presses his nose into Tsukishima’s chest. “What if they make Natsu- what if she
ends up like me?”
“I’m not gonna let that happen.” The hand that had been lying uselessly on his
stomach comes up to wrap around Shoyo, he rolls them over so he can look the
other boy in the face. “I’ll figure something out, maybe Oikawa can help us
too.”
“They aren’t who we thought they were, Kei. Our parents kill people.”
Tsukishima does his best to kiss the frown off the other’s lips, from what he’s
heard and seen in movies, this isn’t the kind of conversation you have after
you lose your virginity. He’d like to see the smiling, pleased Hinata from 10
minutes earlier.
When Hinata doesn’t pull away Tsukishima presses harder, rolling them over so
he can hover above Shoyo as their kiss deepens. Tsukishima readjusts his hands
so they are on either side of Shoyo’s head, he crawls over to be fully on top
of Shoyo and the other boy lets his arms come up and lay across Tsukishima’s
shoulders. Hinata kisses back easily, hooks his left leg up over Tsukishima’s
hip to pull him down, closer. Tsukishima has to fight back the wave of arousal
that washes of him, he’s tired. They’ve been locked away in his room since
early afternoon and it’s got to be pushing midnight so they really should try
and get at least some sleep. They have workin the morning and they’ll need
their energy.
Kei moves his lips away from Shoyo’s but don’t break contact with his skin,
kissing his chin, down his throat and across the bruises that must still be
sensitive judging by Hinata’s startled gasp when his tongue drags against one
of the larger ones close to his collar bone. His lips part over the bruise,
teeth gently latching on and sucking on the flesh as softly as he can. It must
do something because Hinata cries out, his other leg coming to circle around
Tsukishima’s hips.
“Hey,” The smaller boy beneath him breathes. Tsukishima draws back and locks
his eyes with sparkling honey irises. “I love you.”
Tsukishima licks his lips at the sight, this idiot, Hinata Shoyo. His best
friend since they were in fucking diapers. Stretched out under him with kiss
bruised lips parted with panting breaths, skin flushed pink and eyes half
lidded with so much want.He has to gulp back excess saliva before he can
answer. “I love you too.”
***** then *****
Chapter Summary
     He was used to working alone, even with so many people around him; he
     was the one with blood on his hands.
     But even then, someone still loved him.
Chapter Notes
     God, maybe one day I'll get better at titles and summaries. But today
     is not that day.
     This is another chapter in the past, I hope that isn't throwing
     anyone off and isn't too confusing.
     I really like this chapter, I worked on it for...maybe an entire day,
     so I hope you like it! There's a little bit of smuuuuuut at the end,
     please be warned and not mean in the comments. I am aware my smut is
     not 100% awesome.
     Thank for reading!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“Missions” as his parents called them, were easy enough to complete solo, he’d
been trained in every form of combat and had some of the best weapon experts
teach him to nail targets from any range. Hinata was capable of taking care of
himself and handling things for his family alone. His father would leave a file
folder on his desk, inside would be whatever person would be his next target,
their personal information (Schedules, home, office, family, job) and where he
was supposed to being stalking them, learning their routines so he could make
his kill effective and unexpected. Never once in these file folders was there a
reason for the people within them to die.
He was smart enough not to question his parents and their reasons for wanting
so many people dead, it wasn’t his problem in the first place and as long as he
got the job done his parents wouldn’t bother him, knocking off a couple people
who must be just as bad as his own family isn’t so hard. His conscious was for
the most part clear, he would remind himself that the people he set in his
crosshairs were meant to die for a reason, they were either trafficking drugs
on his parents territory, harassing the Oikawa family or something along those
lines; they needed to die for the sake of their criminal agenda. He wasn’t a
murderer, he was protecting their livelihood.  
Which is why this file, pages tight in his hands, was so confusing. No not the
glossy image of the man he was supposed to kill, but the words scribbled on a
purple sticky note, stuck at a sideways angle at the top of the front page. “
Take Tsukishima and meet Tooru at the trap house on 7th.”Why would he need to
meet with Tooru? Yes from time to time Kei would tag along on his jobs, he was
a good lookout and they spent all their time together anyway. Tooru? He wasn’t
a killer, he ran drugs and girls for his father, not murder.
“Kei?” Shoyo called out , not looking away from the pages in his hands.
“Yeah, Sho?” Tsukishima responded through the open door of the bathroom.
Hinata waited for the other boy to step out of the bathroom, towel hanging from
his hips and glasses foggy. “Has your mom said anything about Tooru lately? Or
anything about his dad?”
Tsukishima walks out of the bathroom and over to his boyfriend, stopping behind
him to look at the papers in his hands. “Not since he last visited, that’s
about a month ago. Why?”
“Dad has me meeting him at one of the old trap houses, I’m pretty sure we
closed that one months ago.” Shoyo looks up over his shoulder to look at the
taller boy, who dips down to peck his lips softly. “You’re supposed to come
with me, too.”
“Maybe they have someone trappin out of the house now, we’re supposed to
investigate; make sure they’re paying rent.”
“I’d buy that if it were anyone but the Oikawa’s, they’re never late for
anything, especially payments.”
Tsukishima shrugs and wraps his arms around Shoyo’s waist, kissing the back of
his nape. “Let’s just get dressed, is there a time?”
“Looks like we need to be there in about an hour.”
“Then maybe you should put on something other than my pajama’s.”
___
Hinata and Tsukishima pull into an alley a few blocks from the bando they’re
supposed to be meeting Tooru at, Tsukishima puts the car in park and they walk
through the backstreet’s to the old warehouse building.
“The place looks just as abandoned as when we left it.” Hinata says. “This
doesn’t look like a place Tooru would sling anything.”
Tsukishima shrugs his shoulders and guides Hinata into the building with gentle
hands on his arms. “Who’s their supplier now anyway? My dad says they don’t buy
from you guys anymore.”
“That’s because we buy a cleaner product now.”
Hinata tilts his head back with an over dramatic groan at Tooru’s voice. “I
give you a laced batch one time and now you won’t buy from us?” He looks back
up and there’s a smiling Oikawa Tooru standing a few yards ahead of them. “You
know that whole ordeal was meant to be a joke, right?”
The older boy nods. “Oh yeah, very funny. I lost three buyers from that.
“Rainbow meth” I should have know it was too good to be true.”
Tsukishima slides an arm around Hinata’s waist, Tooru was always a little too
friendly to his little ginger, reminding Oikawa that Hinata was his
boyfriendand not one of his whores was like a fulltime job. “Not too good to be
true, it did exactly what it was supposed to do, and those that lived through
their trips spoke highly of it.”
“I’m glad killing off the drug addict population of Tokyo is amusing to you
both, but I have a profit to make and can’t trust you not to make another
jokeon my heavier products.”
“Come on, the Hinata’s have a safe stamp, I promise. I’m not even involved in
production, that was just a one time thing.” Hinata leans against Tsukishima
and laughs lightly, given the chance he would probably do it again. Druggies
freak him out, there’s nothing appealing about letting your teeth rot out of
your mouth so that you can feel weightless for a few hours, only to crash back
to earth later with the feeling of an expanding brain and a need to sleep for a
week. “So what’s up Tooru?”
“Figures you’d see my name and not bother to actually read any other
information I provided.”
Hinata’s eyebrows shoot up his forehead in surprise, he’s never been hired
outside of the jobs his father puts him on. “What do you mean you provided? Are
you hiring me for a job?”
Oikawa smiles his typical innocent smile, the one he used when he wants
something or is trying too hard to convince someone to do something. “More of
less.”
“It’s the less that sets me off, what’s your game?” Tsukishima quips with an
angry twinge in his voice, he wouldn’t put it past Tooru to set them up.
Friends or not, money is money, and that’s the business they’re in.
“The game is that a friend of mine needs some help, and I told him Shoyo is the
best in the business.”
“So,” Hinata reaches for his bag so he can grab the file folder he’d stashed
away before they left the house. “I’m supposed to take out, wait.” He looks
closer at the pages, this can’t get any weirder can it? “Sugawara? Isn’t he the
leader of the crows, I’ve never hit a target that big.”
Tooru nods his head solemnly, he knows just as much that it’s a near impossible
thing. It’s hard enough setting up a meeting with a gang leader, trying to take
one out? “I know. But it’s important. Sugawara-san’s son, Sugawara Koshi, is
trying to get control of the gang so he can make a deal with the Ukai family.”
“Aren’t they already teamed up? Last I heard they were running it together,
I’ve even bought weed from one of their kids.” Hinata looks to the older boy
with confusion on his small features.
“You could say that Koshi is getting tired of playing second in command to an
old man that isn’t as into the game as he used to be. On top of that, the
Ukai’s have been more than generous to the Sugawara family, Koshi’s father
should have stepped down years ago.”
Their attention is drawn away from further questions when the back door creaks
open and Shoyo is yanking a pistol out of his waistband, clicking the hammer
back as he takes aim. His eye trains on a silver haired boy with a soft face,
smile bright even as a gun is trained on his heart.
“Sorry I’m late Oikawa, I had to sneak past Daichi to get here.” The silver
haired boy steps into the warehouse, smile still on his face and warm brown
eyes wide with must be excitement. “I’ve never snuck out without a guard
before!”
Oikawa walks forward to stand next to the other boys in the room. “Sho, Tsukki,
I would like you to meet my good friend Sugawara Koshi; soon to be Prince of
the Crows.”
____
Nishinoya snaps another magazine into a 9mil pistol and sets the loaded gun
down on Shoyo’s bed with the rest of them. “How many people are we talking
here? I mean you’re stocked for an army.”
“Koshi told me to be prepared, so I’m preparing. According the what I’ve found
out over the last couple weeks his dad only goes outside for official
meetings.” Hinata adjusts the straps of his kevlar vest and pulls on a loose
hoodie on. “But, he’s got a soft spot for family, Koshi has told me to exploit
it as best as I can. And who can say no to a prince?”
“What’s that mean? He only has one son, what are you using to target him?”
Nishinoya hands Hinata a set of place leather gloves and a flat bill cap.
Hinata takes the offered items, putting the gloves in the pouch of his hoodie
and slipping the hat on. “He’s got a niece, she’s eleven and happens to have a
dance recital tonight.”
The only friend hinata has that’s shorter than him chokes back a surprised
noise. “You’re going to shoot up a kids dance recital?”
“What? Fuck no! I thought you knew me better Yuu, I couldn’t do that.” Hinata
shakes his head, Jesus I’m not fucking evil,grabs a hunting knife and slips it
in a slot on his belt. “I am gonna shoot up the parking lot afterwards though.
Koshi says his cousin is going to be staying late to help the teachers or
something, so his dad will be there after everyone clears out.”
“So you’ll get him and his staff after the show, just in the parking lot?” The
older boy falls back against hinata’s bed and winces when a box of bullets
pokes painfully at his side, he moves the box out of the way. “Is that safe?
You’ll be exposed.”
Hinata sighs, he’d had this same conversation with Tsukishima just 20 minutes
before Nishi got here, he knows how to be careful. “I’ve been exposed before,
I’ll be fine.”
“I’m just worried,” Nishinoya frowns at the younger boy still getting ready to
leave. “Tooru has been different ever since his mom died and his dad got
remarried.”
“He’s got a vision Yuu, he wants us to take over, our parents have been in
charge too long and nothing is moving forward.” Hinata faces his friend with a
look of almost fondness. A new world, a promise of a place where they can make
their own choices, their own money? “This is how we move on.”
“And Tsukishima is okay with all this?”
“He’s going to have to be.”
Nishinoya sighs and sits up from the bed to give Hinata another worried look.
“Are we sure Oikawa is the right one to lead this “future”. He’s a king Shoyo,
and not the nicest one.”
~*~*~
“I’m happy to introduce you to Kuroo and Kenma, they’re from the northern gangs
and are closely affiliated with the Owls.” Sugawara gestures openly to the two
boys sitting on the opposite end of the table from Hinata and Tsukishima.
It’s not the first time they’ve been invited to Koshi’s home for a meeting,
Hinata just doesn’t think it’s his place to be here anyway, he’s not even in a
gang. Meetings are meant for rival gangs to get together to partner or plan to
take down a mutual rival. Hinata’s parents just make drugs and organize murders
for important people, they don’t have employee’s or runners; they aren’t a big
name on the streets as the Oikawa’s. So why Suga keeps inviting them? He has no
idea.
Hinata smiles easily and friendly across the dinner table. “Hinata Shoyo, this
is my boyfriend Tsukishima Kei.”
“Still speaking for me, I see how it is, dumbass.” Tsukishima whispers with a
heavy sigh. Hinata pinches his thigh under the table, smile not faltering.
“Nice to meet you.” Tsukishima says louder this time, forcing himself to be
polite to these strangers.
The larger one, with hair that looks as if it’s never been brushed and it hangs
in his face, smiles crookedly at Hinata. “Kuroo Tetsurou, I’ve been in charge
of the cats for about a year now. This is Kenma, my second in command; and he’s
not going to speak for himself so I’ll have to.”
Hinata smiles politely and hums, he looks back to suga. “Why are we here again?
I’m not sure I can offer you anything.” Which is more than true, because Suga
doesn’t actually like killing people, so Hinata isn’t really needed around
here.
“I feel it’s important to have a network, you’re young Hinata but not having a
reliable network with people who are useful is like….”
“Doing the dutch.” The taller man leaning against the wall says, Hinata’s only
met Daichi maybe twice before today, but he’s a nice guy; almost as protective
of the prince as Tsukishima is about Hinata.
“That’s a gruesome way to put it, but not wrong.” Sugawara shrugs. “You’re
parents are reckless and they aren’t too good at staying out of trouble, you
need to make sure you have options in case trouble arises.”
“I don’t see why any of you care about that.” Hinata rolls his eyes, but under
the passive reaction it’s confusion bubbling beneath. Why would they bother to
care?
It’s Kuroo that’s speaks up, and that’s almost as surprising as what he has to
say. “There’s no one as good as you, at what you do.”
“There are plenty of people that know how to kill other people, look at all the
serial killers there are.”
“And statistically speaking serial killers are more likely to get caught, no
one’s even suspected you. There’s never been evidence of you at any crime
scene, ever.” Sugawara has a smile that says he’s praising Hinata, his kills
accomplishments and now he deserves an award.
Tsukishima’s hand curls around Hinata’s own under the table and Hinata can feel
just how uncomfortable this situation is making the taller boy. “What does any
of this mean? Shoyo doesn’t work for anyone.”
“Yet, he doesn’t work for anyone yet. I’ll get you on my team one day Shoyo.”
Sugawara says with a too kind smile.
Tsukishima stands abruptly, hand still in Hinata’s he tugs the smaller boy to
his feet. “We’ll be leaving now, thank you for the meal.”
Sugawara’s eyes widen at the unexpected reaction. “We haven’t even eaten yet.”
~*~*~
“Hey, Kei, you know I love you right?”
Kei looks down at the boy in his arms with a perplexed gaze, eyebrows raised
and lips tilted down. “Of course, I love you too. What’s wrong?”
Shoyo lifts his chin to rest on his boyfriend’s sternum, pout on plump lips.
“Nothing’s wrong, I just wanted to make sure you knew.”
“Of course I know.” Tsukishima dips down to kiss his forehead. “You know I love
you, right?”
“Duh, don’t be an idiot!”
“I’ll stop being an idiot if you stop being a dumbass.”
“God, I was trying to have a tender moment with you and you ruin it thinking
something’s wroooong~”
Tsukishima effectively puts an end to his whining with a kiss. Shoyo lets out a
surprised moan, not expecting his boyfriend to be bold like this so early in
the morning, he leans into the kiss anyway.
They make out lazily for several minutes, maybe it blends into an hour, who
knows, but Hinata has been ignoring the warm spot in his tummy for at least 10
minutes. He wants more. Tsukishima is always pliant in the morning and it leads
to some of the best lazy sex, slow and hot, it makes Shoyo shake against the
other male just thinking about it. Hinata shimmies father up the bed so
Tsukishima can lay his head back on the pillow instead of craning his neck so
low, while his body is in motion anyway he straddles Tsukishima, with the
closer and more comfortable position their kiss deepens pleasantly.
Tsukishima’s hands splay over Shoyo’s bare hips, fingers dipping low and
teasing against the skin of his ass.
Hinata presses his hips down, their growing arousals bumping together but not
causing any real friction. “Kei- ‘m I wanna-” His own words are cut off by a
whine when Tsukishima tugs him down by the flesh of his ass and, there is that
friction they were looking for.
“I know baby, I got you.” Tsukishima kisses him, tongue parting Hinata’s lips
and hands hoving from Hinata’s ass to his thighs. He grips the back of Hinata’s
knees and guides the boy right where they both want him, their hipbones clack
together and it’s a little painful but easily ignored when Tsukishima’s dick
slides between Hinata’s ass. They both hiss at the contact and Hinata puts his
hands to use, flailing out aimlessly in search of the bottle of lube and their
box of condoms.
Hinata finally gets his hands on the lube, the bottle is embarrassingly sticky
and almost empty and he drops it between their bodies on Tsukishima’s chest and
goes back to looking for the condoms.
Tsukishima breaks their sloppy kiss, fingers massaging circles into the back of
Hinata’s thighs. “Want to lay down, baby?” He asks just as Hinata gets his
hands on the condom box and frees one of the foil packages.
He looks down at his blonde lover and smiles giddily. “Can I ride you?”
The only response he gets is a strangled moan and Tsukishima’s lips on his
again, he can’t help but giggle happily into Tsukishima’s mouth while said boy
sets about pouring lube on his fingers and stretching out Hinata with two
fingers. “You can seriously do anything you want.” Hinata melts against
Tsukishima, body still sensitive from the night before and body already ready
to accept Tsukishima. “I love you, I love you so much.” Tsukishima’s teeth are
all over Hinata’s throat now, nibbling on already bruised skin, tongue hot and
but still somehow soothing.
Hinata can do nothing but smile, Tsukishima’s teeth tickle along his collarbone
and his moans are muffled by the blonde hair he nuzzles his face into. “I love
you too, so much.” Hinata’s back arches when another of Tsukishima’s fingers
joins the others, spreading him open and making him cry out softly with his
lips open against Tsukishima’s ear.
“Fuck, how do you manage to be this awkward little fuck during the day but the
second I get you like this you’re- you become this little minx.” Kei withdraws
his fingers and wipes them clean on the sheets before his lays both hands on
Hinata’s lower back, wet with perspiration. “Lift your hips a little.”
Shoyo laughs again, sex with Tsukishima isn’t what he’s read in books, it’s so
much different, better. Tsukishima is shit at dirty talk but so is he, there’s
no aggression or pain, maybe they get a little rough and they bite at each
other but that’s just their personalities. Hinata feels nothing but pure
happiness when they have sex, full contact or just dry frotting through their
clothes, he just wants to smile. Giggle against Tsukishima’s skin and tell him
how much he loves him, because fuck does he love Tsukishima Kei. He says so
again, before he lifts his hips he presses another kiss to his boyfriend’s
lips, smile too wide so it’s pretty much just his teeth bumping against
Tsukishima’s upper lip.   
Chapter End Notes
     Well then, how was that? Good or Bad? Was the smut okay? Can you tell
     I have a thing for TsukiHina?
***** then *****
Chapter Summary
     I have no idea how to summarize this.
     Hinata's are hard to find when they don't want to be found.
Chapter Notes
     Holy mother of Jesus, this took me for fucking ever. I am so sorry. I
     wrote like half of this on a Friday night and then the following
     Saturday I had to be at a show for almost 12 hours and ended up
     marathoning volleyball with my best friend instead of posting
     afterwards. And then after 12 hours of brutal dancing (my show was
     dance because I dance, I'm about as good at dancing as I am at
     writing. Fucking awful) I couldn't feel my fucking legs but then I
     found out the here in the lovely state of Texas it's now legal to buy
     fireworks on Memorial Day, which I was unaware of. And I'm from a
     super military family so, bonus points I got to blow shit up Sunday
     and Monday. Then Tuesday I came down with a cold and- it sucks balls
     because I leave for Disney world on Monday- I'm still trying to get
     over it. And holy fuck I still have to go buy jeans and I'm pretty
     sure there's nine hundred other things I have to do before I leave
     for fucking Disney world in 4 fucking days. My tiny ass hometown is
     flooding. So bad our roads are closed half the time and there's so
     much standing water it's ridiculous. And all I'm accomplishing is
     watching 3 seasons of criminal minds.
     So yeah, this chapter is fucking lame, but please deal with it
     because I swear to god this story is going somewhere.
The door slams shut for the third time that morning, but this time is the
loudest and Hinata’s mother is furious at this point. She’s been pacing the
length of the house for over an hour, bleeding fingernails between her teeth,
eyes wide and flickering about the walls with nervousness to match a trip gone
wrong.
“What’s wrong with momma?” Shoyo does his best to gulp back his own anxiousness
at watching the woman, so he can look down at the little girl with a gentle
smile.
“She’s- Nothing’s wrong, how about you go wake Tsukishima up? Does that sound
fun?” Shoyo points behind him at his bedroom door where the sleeping bear known
as Kei, is still fast asleep even with all the noise.
Kei had come in late last night, heavy backpack on his shoulders filled with
enough cocaine to get him 20 years, eyes dull behind the lenses of his glasses.
He collapsed against the bed with a low groan of exhaustion and Hinata was on
him in a second. Sleepy and bleary eyed, he massaged nimble fingers into the
tense muscles of his boyfriend’s back and shoulders.
After a good 30 minute rub down Hinata coaxed the taller boy in the shower,
Hinata washed Kei’s hair with gentle hands and peppered the tired boy with
kisses and affectionate touches. They fell into bed after Hinata had toweled
them both down and chided Kei, “if you don’t dry your hair you’ll get sick.”
Hinata wrapped in Kei’s arms they shared a few lazy kisses and Kei had fallen
asleep with his lips wet and parted against the pulse point on Hinata’s throat.
Natsu nods her head an excited smile spreading across her lips. “I’ll go!”
“Be nice, he had a rough night, baby.”
Once Natsu is safely behind the bedroom door, he walks into the living room
where his mother is surely forming a rut through the hardwood with her constant
circling. Shoyo clears his throat softly to alert the frantic woman of his
presence. Her eyes snap up and lock with his, Shoyo feels fear creep up his
back when her usually warm brown eyes are nearly black and so bloodshot. “Mom?
What happened?”
“Those mother fuckers-” She scoffs and looks at Shoyo as if he should know the
problem already. “Your dad went out with the Tsukishima’s last night- they
haven’t come back and they’re supposed to be getting a shipment of heroin and
I’ve got almost thirty thousand in that deal if they don’t come back I’m
fucked!”
Hinata sighs in relief, he could handle this sort of thing, not anything more
serious. With how his parents have been acting lately, he knows they’re getting
involved with some pretty dangerous shit and if they get caught they’re all
going down. Not to mention the bouts of violence. His father had his mother by
the scalp just the previous Saturday; the yelling. It’s not good for Natsu but
he and Tsukishima can only do so much. “I’ll get dressed and go look for them;
I have to help Tsukishima deliver some Coke anyway. Leave it to me.”
The older woman, only 32, giving birth to Hinata a little after her 15th
birthday, she smiles shakily at her son. “You do that for me?”
“Yeah, I’m going out. A little detour isn’t going to be a big deal.” Hinata
forces a confident smile on his face to try and reassure his mother, no matter
how uneasy he felt, he’s not the only trained killer here.
He leaves his mother in the livingroom, and when he enters the bedroom again he
finds a still sleeping Kei; only now there’s a sleeping Natsu curled under his
arm. “Damn it, why do you have to be so cute.”
“I can hear you, and I’m so fuc- I’m so tired.” Kei’s eyes blink open and
Hinata smiles at the golden irises that try and focus on him. Kei fails and
squeezes his eyes shut and reaches over to the nightstand, careful of the
sleeping girl, and grabs his glasses. “What time is it babe?”
“Little after 11, I tried to let you sleep some more but we’ve got to go and
find our dad’s.” Hinata crosses the room to his closet to change into something
other than his loungewear. “They didn’t come back last night and my mom can’t
get in touch with them.”
Kei mumbles into his pillow before he sits up, adjusting little Natsu against
the other side of the bed. “Where’s my backpack, I’ve gotta get that stuff to
Lev before 4.”
“The Russian guy?” Shoyo questions, he can’t chose between his blue joggers or
black jeans, he’s already got a white shirt and black jacket in his arms.
“Yeah the Russian guy, he’s working with Kuroo and some of his drug runners. I
picked this batch up from the lab yesterday and got it all stamped up and
priced, now I’m delivering it.” Tsukishima grabs his own set of jeans off a
hanger in Shoyo’s closet, along with a hoodie.
Hinata hums in acknowledgement, still contemplating his clothing options. “I
didn’t know you and Kuroo were working together.” There’s an underlying hint of
jealousy, maybe even a tiny threat of an argument. The bed head mess that is
Kuroo, has been persistent. Always calling Hinata to see if he wants in on a
job, looks like he’s after the redhead’s boyfriend.
Said boyfriend is smart enough not to fall into the trap of an argument, Shoyo
usually wins anyway. “We aren’t working together, he just asked for a favor and
no one wants to be late on a job for the Russian’s. Even if it’s just Lev, that
goofy fuck; his parents are still dangerous.” Tsukishima shucks off the boxers
he’d been sleeping in and grabs a new pair before putting on his pants. “Don’t
go on thinking I’d everbe with someone else. There i no one on earth that
compares to you or what I feel for you.”
Hinata is blushing like he’s just run a 100 meter dash at full speed. “F-
fucking sap.” He mutters in an attempt to mask his flustered state.
It fails, because there isn’t another person that can read him better than
Tsukishima can. “Like you don’t love it.” The taller boy wraps his arms around
Shoyo’s waist and kisses the junction between his neck and shoulder. The action
tickled and has Hinata giggling and shying away from the touch.
“That tickles- stop-” His pleas are silenced by more giggles as Kei’s kisses
climb up his throat to his jaw. “Kei.”
It’s the breathy sound of his name coming from Shoyo’s panting mouth that makes
his kisses slow, no longer teasing ticklish pecks. He mouths hotly along
Hinata’s jaw line, tongue swiping gently from the underside of his chin up to
the corner of his mouth, where he whispers. “I love you.”
Hinata turns his head to bump his nose against Tsukishima’s cheek, kissing the
side of his nose. “I love you too.”
“Let’s get ready to head out, I’m gonna brush my teeth, you get natsu ready.”
“Sounds good, my mom is being freaky so let’s go out for brunch instead of
eating here.” Hinata pecks his boyfriend’s lips softly and then twists his way
out of his arms so he can change.
____
Hinata and Tsukishima arrive at the Nishinoya household it’s quickly
approaching noon. Mrs.Nishinoya answers the door after they’d knocked and she
smiles at the three children standing on her porch.
“Sho-chan, Kei and little Natsu! How are you this afternoon?”
“Doing just great Noya-san, I came to ask a favor actually.” Hinata smiles up
at the older woman. “My mom isn’t feeling too well and I’ve got some errands to
run, do you think it would be too much trouble if I left Natsu with you for the
day?”
Mrs.Nishinoya grins and squats down to be level with Natsu. “Yes! We can have a
girls day, just you and me! Want to make cookies? Maybe we could paint our
nails?”
“Yes!” Natsu squeals in delight and hops into Mrs.Nishinoya’s arms. “Yes, yes,
yes!”
“That's such a relief, thank you so much! Kei and I shouldn’t be too long but
if we aren’t back before 6 could you feed her dinner?”
“Yeah of course, it’s no problem boys. Yuu is out for the day as well, I swear
I don’t know what keeps you all so busy.” She laughs lightly and stands with
Natsu in her arms. “He left me a note this morning but it was pretty vague,
think you could give him a shout for me?”
Hinata grins back. “Leave it to me.” He pats natsu’s head and kisses her cheek.
“I’ll be back as soon as I can, okay? I love you.”
“Love you too.” Natsu looks up at Tsukishima expectantly.
He ducks down and plants a kiss on her forehead. “Be good while we’re gone.”
Natsu salutes the older boys. “Yes sir’s!”
___
“Are you a fucking idiot? Seriously Noya, why wouldn’t you just tell your mom
you were coming with us?!” Hinata slaps his hand against the steering wheel of
his mom’s car, that he’d managed to get out of the garage without breaking
anything. (Come on Tsukishima taught him to drive a month ago)
Yuu groans from the backseat. “It’s not like I can say “I’ll be back in an
hour, just going to run some cocaine, no biggy.” What the fuck Hina?”
Tsukishima, finally tired of all the yelling over Hinata’s stupid american rap
music, clicks the stereo off and glares at their backseat passenger. “Anything
would have been better than a stupid note saying “Something came up I’ll be
home later.” She doesn’t know what you’re doing.”
“I’d like to keep it that way, thank you.” Yuu cuts his eyes at the younger boy
that’s managed to tower over him for most of their childhood. “I don’t want her
to know about any of this ever. As far as she knows I’m working at Taco Bell
after school.”
“She thinks you’re in school?” Hinata flicks on his blinker and merges onto the
freeway, they’ve got quite a drive to get to Kuroo’s place.
“Yeah, I mean there’s not really a reason to tell her I dropped out mid-second
year. She’d just ask why and I don’t have an answer for her.”
At this point they’ve all left highschool, there isn’t a real reason to stay in
school when you’re involved in a family business such as this. Tsukishima
managed to scrape enough credits together to graduate early, skipping the last
two years of high school by the skin of his teeth. But he wanted the chance to
go to college if he ever got the chance, maybe one day they could get out of
this, get away and start over.
___
Kenma is waiting outside the “headquarters” for the cats, Kuroo was smart
enough not to operate in his own backyard, they were set up a few miles away
from where he and Kenma called home.
The three teens park Hinata’s mother’s crossover on the curb in front of the
nice middle class home. Kenma slips his DS in his hoodie pouch and walks down
the steps to greet the other boys.
“I was wondering when you’d get here, Kuroo is still sleeping at home so I’m
gonna handle this.” He motions to the door behind him. “Lev is getting set up
and Yaku is out back.”
“Then let’s get this started, we’ve got some work to do and then I have to do a
few favors for my mom.” Hinata leans forward to bumps fists with the blonde boy
not much taller than him. “Have you heard anything about my dad?”
Kenma shakes his head with his usual impassive features. “No I haven’t. You can
always ask Lev, he seems to know everything before it happens.”
“That’s what happens when you have contacts on every street corner.” Tsukishima
rolls his eyes. The freakishly tall Russian boy was nearly dumber than his
small boyfriend, and for someone as important as he is it can be safe.
They all head into the house, backpack on Shoyo’s shoulders, when they enter
the house it’s a whole different world from the quaint neighborhood the house
is located. There are a few members of Kuroo’s gang littering the hazy living
room, some older men that clearly belong to Lev sit at the kitchen table with a
few counting machines filtering through the stacks of cash on the table. It’s
easy to assume that if you ventured down the hallways you’d find more than
you’d want to bargain for; so they stick close behind Kenma and follow him
outside.
Yaku is lying across one of the patio couches, Lev sits next to him with
fingers buried in the older boy’s sandy hair. Yaku has a pipe in one hand and
Lev holds a silver torch in his free hand. For how blissed out Yaku looks
Hinata can tell they’ve been at it for a while. Another sign is how much he’s
allowing the lanky teen next to him touch him, Yaku is usually stubborn and
fights against affection.
Kenma shakes his head and nudges Yaku’s feet off the couch. “Feet off the
furniture.” He mutters with a frown. “You’ve got company.”
Lev redirects his gentle smile to Shoyo, eyes squinting closed against the
afternoon sun. “Shoyo, I hardly thought you would tag along, but what a nice
surprise.”
“Cut the shit, Lev. I’ve got other stuff to do today, just get this shit
weighed and count my money.” Only Hinata can voice such a demand with a sunny
smile.
The russian man shakes his head with a teasing chuckle. “Now Hina, you know I
only aim to please. Yaku,” Lev gently lifts the older boy off his lap and
stands. “I’ll be right back, stay here.”
Yaku, dazed and blazed as he is, nods his head with a dopey grin and waves as
they go back to reenter the house.
Kenma scoffs at Yaku’s lack of response. “Pussy whipped. I swear to god you
give him a bowl and he becomes a piece of clay.”
“Just the way I like it.” Lev grins. When they enter the kitchen there’s a set
of postal scales and Hinata deposits the bakpack on the counter next to them.
“Good, seems like you’ve come through. I knew I could rely on Kuroo when he
told me about your products.”
“My family tends to do a bit better than the average hotel lab, I watched over
this batch so I can promise my seel of approval.” Tsukishima gives Lev a
sideways glance, not fully looking away from Shoyo as the smaller boy starts to
remove the drugs from the bag.
Hinata removes the cocaine one slab at a time, the paper wrapped plastic bags
rustling when he stacks them on the counter. There are six in total, each
weighing about two pounds each. Lev comes to stand next to the redhead,
removing the paper from the brick like airtight plastci bags and setting one at
a time on the scales. They go through the motions twice, just to be safe; and
the Lev hands the product off to one of his people. A few of his guys cut open
a few of the bags and test the drug in glasses of water, it desolves. They dump
the contents of one random bag through a screen, making sure the bag ins’t just
weighed down with extra material.
Lev, still smiling as always, happily gestures them to follow him over to the
money machine on the diningroom table. The electric counters move faster than
the people Hinata’s mother hires to count their’s, and the bank staff Lev has
it’s even easier. “We’ve got twelve pounbs, which is 5443.108 grams, according
to my fancy calculator. Market value on the street right now is about 70, I can
go 80 since this is a pure product, so we’re looking at about…” Lev leans down
behind one of the accountants to peek at a number on the computer screen.
“435,448.64, wow that’s specific.” Lev laughs.
“So for you to turn profit I want at  minimum 60 a gram, then you’re making 20
on top and you’ll be a returning customer next time you call.” Reasonable, yes
usually they’d work percentages, but in this case Lev is an independent
distributor it’s not like selling to an organization like the Crows. Tsukishima
reaches into his pocket to get his phone and check his math. “That’s 326,586
dollars and change, you’d turn over 108,862 dollars and change; seems fair in
my book.”
Hinata looks at the numbers on Kei’s phone screen and then back to Lev, who has
gone surprisingly silent. “Do we have a deal.”
“I want this to work.” Lev states. “This side business with Kuroo-san and his
cats has been going well but my personal matters haven’t been at the top,
making this a long term deal between us should skyrocket my market.” The tall
boy nods and extends a hand out to Tsukishima. “The offer is three-hundred
twenty thousand even, accept or not, it’s my only offer.”
Tsukishima takes the hand offered with a firm smack of their palms. “Accept,
I’ll take that in cash please.”
_______
Nishinoya, Hinata and Tsukishima are back in the car with a backpack full of
cash and their next errand on their minds. Where are Mr.Tsukishima and
Mr.Hinata?Hinata had texted his mom for their last known location, a warehouse
in Shibuya, but they turned up empty.
“Maybe they died.” Hinata muses as he drives through town. The sun is starting
to set and he should be getting back to pick up Natsu soon, he’d hate to just
leave her at the Nishinoya’s house, no matter how much the woman says she
doesn’t mind, Hinata minds. He’s supposed to be responsible for Natsu. “I say
if we can’t get a lead within the next 45 minutes we’re going home.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” Tsukishima says around a yawn.
Yuu tapped away on his phone. “I know a guy-”
“That sounds so stereotypical for this sort of situation.” Tsukishima states
bluntly.
“Anyway. I know a guy who owns a junkyard, has old cars and odds and ends. He's
on the up an up, and if you're in the market for finding something or someone;
he's your guy.”
Hinata sighs, his forehead resting against the steering wheel at a redlight.
“You didn't think to tell us about this earlier?”
Yuu holds his hands up in defense, the light from his phone flashing across the
rescue mirror and Hinata swings a hand back at the boy. “Don't hit me! I'm
telling you now. And I only remembered because he just asked if I wanted a
beer.”
“Your friend the junk man, texted you and wanted to know if you wanted a beer?”
Hinata asks unbelievingly, honestly NISHINOYA could have a wild imagination.
“Yes, that's exactly what's happening. And if you don't mind, we should go meet
him, now.”
Tsukishima doesn't look convinced, but at this point Hinata is willing to try
anything. If he comes home without his dad he isn't sure what will happen to
his mother. The woman is on too much and high strung, he isn't sure how long
her health will last anyway.
“Do I turn here? Or?”
“Next exit.”
_____
Tanaka turns out to be the name of the junkyard man, he's the same age as
Nishinoya. Tall, shaved head, sun tanned skin covered with small scars and
burns; certainly living up to the person Yuu had described.
He's gruff and tough, rough around the edges but soft inside. He opens his
garage with a smirk and offered a six pack from his fridge.
“I haven't heard anything about them, but I have heard about the delivery
they're after. There's a lot of money invested in that truck of goodies.”
Hinata rolls his eyes when the junk man smirks over at Nishinoya, he sips at
his beer anyways. “We already know that. Do you have any idea where the truck
could be?”
Tanaka shakes his head. “It was supposed to come into Tokyo around 11 last
night, other than that I'm not sure if I know anything else. I know heroin
usually is delivered in the outer wards, too close to the city center is
dangerous. I can try making a call.”
“I'd appreciate it.” Nishinoya smiles brightly at his friend.
“Yeah I know a few crows that fly around there, they like to trade information
but they aren't cheap.”
“At this point we just need to get the truck, family matters aside.” Tsukishima
sets his still full bottle of beer down on the floor, looking up at Tanka. “So
make the call.”
____
“Looks like the truck is parked out behind an office building in the 20th ward.
I have an address but I'm not sure if your family is there.” Tanaka passes
Hinata a slip of paper that's got the needed information scribbled down on.
Hinata looks over the address carefully. “It's the bank your mom works at,
which can only mean they're doing something stupid.”
“That's Ushijima territory.” Yuu says.
“Fucking idiots.” Tsukishima scoffs. “That's for the heads up, we’ll be going
now.”
“Ushijima is more than bad news, he invented bad news. You better be careful.”
Tanaka tells them as they exit his garage, leaving the skinhead behind with a
small sense of worry in his chest.
____
Ushijima isn't really as bad as everyone makes him out to be, honestly he's
just like the rest of them. But his only concern is winning. He's a war lord if
there ever was one. Murder for hire, he's got you covered. Drugs? He's your
guy. Kidnapping? Hell yes. He's got a rap sheet longer than Lev is tall and
he's not afraid of anyone.
He's the type of person that takes what he wants when he wants it, but for the
past several years the Ushijima’s have remained in the southern wards of Tokyo.
Only engaging in wars if they're invaded, and most people are smart enough not
to.
Hinata’s never even crossed the border into the 20th ward. He hasn't got a need
to, most of his jobs are centralized in the main workings of the city center.
His usual targets are people his parents are directly involved with and since
business doesn’t drift south; again, he has no reason to be anywhere near the
Ushijima’s.
So why the fuck is his dad down there?
***** Then *****
Chapter Summary
     Maybe finding his parents wasn't so bad, but an unlikely meeting and
     horrible events are making Hinata want nothing more than to escape.
Chapter Notes
     I’ve been in Disney world for the past several days and it was
     AMAZING! My family was blessed enough to have enough money for a trip
     and we even got to spend two days at Harry Potter world. This trip
     was a family vacation but also an excuse to celebrate my birthday!
     Suga and I share a birthday, btw. Because he and I are the same
     person. We just are.
      
     Thank you for being patient with me and leaving me all your kind
     comments! I do hope that you enjoy this chapter, that I seriously
     pulled out of my ass because writers block is an evil thing. And I’ve
     been distracted by the FIVB games, you guys should totally watch
     because the USA is kicking serious ass this year and I swear to god
     this olympics is gonna be amazing! (Beach volleyball hasn’t been too
     bad, but I’m not as big of a fan)
      
     THEN my friend and I watched Zootopia and I am neck deep in fucking
     judy/Nick hell. Jesus someone stop me, please. AND damnit all I did
     yesterday was lay on the couch and watch shitty movies (We watched
     high school musical and sharkboy and lavagirl, and a few other dozen
     movies) I didn’t eat anything or move from my sofa.
     This chapter is so short and I'm sorry, the next one is going to be
     so much better, I swear.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
It takes a little over an hour to get into Ushijima territory, there aren’t any
real indications that they’ve crossed any boundaries until they see a boy
wearing a purple and white jacket sitting on the stoop of an apartment
building. Somehow he manages to look shadier than any gang members Hinata has
come across before, which is saying something since he’s been around gangs his
entire life.  
Hinata has never met Ushijima, hasn’t had a reason to. Both boys keep to their
wards and keep the peace by keeping to themselves. The older boy’s reputation
precedes him, he’s an intimidating person, tall and bulky. From what Hinata
seen in photos, he’s never particularly wanted to meet him. For a person like
himself, short yet still as deadly as he could possibly be, a tall guy like
Ushijima just pisses him off.
Hinata flicks his left blinker on so he can turn into a back alley to get to
the street they have been down before. And sure enough there is a large semi-
truck parked in front of the office building Tsukishima’s mother works in.
“I was hoping his sources were wrong.” Hinata muses quietly as he puts the car
in park.
Tsukishima nods, his eyes narrow curiously at the white unmarked semi-truck.
“It’s too obvious.”  He thinks to himself. “I don’t think everything is as it
seems.”
Nishinoya, from the back seat, clears his throat and checks the rounds in his
gun. “We aren’t getting anywhere sitting here twiddling our thumbs, so let’s
get to it.”
“Let’s get to it.” Hinata whispers to himself.
They all climb out of the car, Hinata secures his gun in the holster concealed
by his jacket, and glances over at his boyfriend. Tsukishima is still staring
at the truck with a worried expression on his face, lip between his teeth.
While Nishinoya grabs the rest of his things from the backseat Hinata rounds
the car to be beside Tsukishima, he wraps an arm around the taller boy’s waist.
“Talk to me.”
Tsukishima rests an arm across Hinata’s shoulders and pulls him into his chest.
“I’ve got a really bad feeling about this, I don’t think this is a simple drug
run, which is what your mom thought was happening.”
“Whatever is going on, we’ll deal with it.” Hinata tilts his head back so he
can kiss the underside of Tsukishima’s chin. “Let’s go in.”
After all their running around today, it’s almost 9 o’clock, the sky is dark
and the streets aren’t as busy. They cross the street into the bank’s parking
lot, Hinata circles the truck slowly, carefully. There’s no one in the cab and
no sound comes from the trailer. Hinata looks back at Tsukishima, who stands by
the front door of the bank with Nishinoya, and shrugs his shoulders. Hinata
sucks in a brave breath and takes his chances, he raps his knuckles against the
metal doors of the truck, the echo loud in the quiet evening.   Nothing.  Even
more confused than before he looks over to his friends again, Tsukishima
gestures for him to join them at the bank doors. He goes silently, he’s
starting to agree with Tsukishima. Something isn’t right.
Tsukishima tugs on the handle of the glass door, which opens, and the “closed”
sign posted on the unlocked door only bewilders them even further. Hinata draws
his gun, nishinoya does the same while Tsukishima holds the door open for them
to file in through.
The lights aren’t on, which shouldn’t be surprising, the bank closed over an
hour ago…
“Kei, The emergency lights should be on.” Hinata steps backwards towards the
door, arm shooting out to halt Nishinoya’s steps. “The lights that stay on
after you flip the switch, so there’s light for the security cameras. Kei they
aren’t on.”
“Empty truck, unlocked door, no lights. I think we walked in on something we
shouldn’t have.” Nishinoya whispers.
Everything clicks into place and it’s clear that they need to backtrack to
their car and get the hell out of here. But Hinata’s curiosity is a horrible
thing and has on more than one occasion threatened his life. Tonight seems to
be another one of those times, because he takes a few steps into the lobby.
Ignoring Tsukishima’s sharp intake of breath, there’s more to this than they’re
thinking. Hinata knows. He knows for sure that his father wouldn’t be dense
enough to put them all at risk over something as stupid as a bank robbery.
Would he? Maybe it has something to do with the Ushijima’s, because they make
far too much money doing what they do for Mr.Hinata to rob a bank.
“Why would they rob the bank your mom works at, that’s such a stupid risk.
Ushijima has to have something to do with this.” Hinata tries to see through
the darkness, he can make out the lines of desks and teller counters, a few
potted plants and the couch in the middle of the lobby. But he can’t see much
of anything else, no lights. Not even from the electrical outlets on the walls
or the smoke detectors. “I think they cut the power to the building.”
An assertive noise rumbles deep in Tsukishima’s chest and Hinata shudders at
the sound. Tsukishima in charge is one thing, a fearful Tsukishima in charge
was a whole other ball game.
“Hinata, back your ass up and let’s get back to the car.” There aren’t many
people that raise their voice to a Hinata, as they are a family of trained
killers, most people bow their heads and pray they survive the conversation.
Tsukishima is not one of those people, and he sure as hell has no qualms with
bossing Shoyo around from time to time.
“We’ve been looking for them all fucking day, I’m not leaving without at least
knowing what’s going on.” Hinata insists with a whine in his hushed voice. Just
because Tsukishima is his boyfriend and he usually has the sense to adhere to
the younger boy’s advice, He’s still a hard headed boy that likes to explore.  
A small noise comes from somewhere in the building, a chair skidding across
hardwood flooring, all three boys freeze. Neither of them breathe as they wait
for another sound, when one doesn’t come after a few silent moments Hinata
sighs. “I’m going to check it out, Yuu watch the door.”
Which isn’t something Tsukishima is at all pleased to hear. “Stop it you
dumbass, it’s not safe.”
Hinata huffs out a breathy laugh. “As if anything I do is “safe”.Are you coming
or staying?”
Nishinoya turns back and rests against the wall beside the door, watching the
lovers dare each other; a pastime he’d almost grown fond of. No one could
notadmit it, they are adorable. Hinata and Tsukishima. And as Yuu had grown up
alongside them, he knew just how true and deep their feelings ran for each
other, probably more so than he knew for his own parents. Tsukishima lives his
life for Hinata, and Hinata’s life is Tsukishima. They revolve around one
another, perfectly.
Without protest, aside from a darker than usual scowl that loses most of it’s
terror in the darkness, Tsukishima takes quick strides to stand beside his
boyfriend. “Fine.”
“Good boyfriend.” Hinata whispers around a giggle. He leans over close, lips
touching Tsukishima’s right ear. “I’ll ride you later for listening so well.”
Tsukishima ignores the sultry comment, this is neither the time nor place. But,
Hinata is an idiot, his idiot, but an idiot none the less.
They make their way through the empty lobby and turn down the first hallway the
come across, far down the hall and on the left side of a side corridor is a
door with light slipping out from between its hinges.
Hinata, blissfully dense hinata, knocks on the door. Ignoring the obvious
threat of not knowing what lies on the other side.
There’s collaborative gasping on the other side, several more chairs making
squeaking noises and shuffling feet against the floor. Hinata steps back away
from the door as the knob twists, gun raised and ready, the oak door swings
open and there in the light of the room stands Tsukishima’s father.
“Shoyo?” the older man questions, his own gun lowering to his side. “What the
hell?” The blonde man looks to the right and his eyes land on his son. “Kei?
Why are you kids all the way out here?”
“We could be asking you the same thing, my mom got worried so we were sent to
find you.” Hinata clicks the safety back on his pistol and slips it back into
it holster. “Is my dad here?”
Mr.Tsukishima steps out of the way of the door and gestures inside. “Yeah, just
come inside and sit down. I’m guessing Yuu is here too?” Mr.Tsukishima looks
back into the room. “Hey, go get the kid by the front door, he’s with us.”
Kei grabs Hinata’s hand as they move into the room, which turns out to be some
sort of conference room. “What’s going on here, Dad?”
Mr.Hinata is sitting down at one end of the table next to Mrs.Tsukishima, both
of them are too interested in whatever is on the laptop screen they’re looking
at to be bothered with the teen’s arrival. The man Mr.Tsukishima ordered to get
Yuu is walking out and the only person left is an associate Hinata knows as
Takeyama, one of his father’s men.
Mr.Tsukishima lets out a long suffering sigh, as if his day has been just as
long and troublesome as their own. “Let’s all sit down, it’s a long story.”
“Are you guys heisting this bank, right now?” Hinata has always been the blunt
one.
“No, Shoyo, we aren’t. But someone is about to try, and we’re here to help in
any way we can.” Mr.Tsukishima says.
“Who wants to rob this bank? And why this bank?”
“I’ll answer all your questions soon Shoyo, for now just take a seat and be
quiet.” Mr.Tsukishima is as rudely polite as Kei, so it’s no wonder where the
red head’s boyfriend gets it from.
Hinata plops down in one of the black leather office chairs and Tsukishima sits
down in the one next to him. And the room remains silent until Takeyama returns
with Yuu.
“You kids weren’t supposed to find us, how did you get here?” Mrs.Tsukishima
speaks like an angry mother (Which she is one), finally looking away from the
laptop to glare at the three teenage boys.
Kei readjusts his grip on Shoyo’s hand, tightening his fingers around the
smaller boy’s palm. “Mrs.Hinata was acting like a mental patient wondering
where you guys were, she sent us on a man hunt.”
“Which took all fucking day, just so you know. And we had more important things
to do than discover you’re trying to rob a bank.” Hinata, reminding everyone in
the room his lack of tact, rolls his eyes and huffs.
“Your mother knew where we were going to be, I told her this morning to keep
watch on the house.” Hinata’s father looks up to face his son with a confused
glare. “I told her we got a call on our way back last night.”
“Fucking crank whore, probably doesn’t remember.” Mrs.Tsukishima snaps
hatefully.
“Don’t say that about my wife!” Mr.Hinata swats a hand out towards
Mrs.Tsukishima, who easily slaps it away, there is no real fire to Mr.Hinata’s
words. “She wasn’t on anything last night, she had the kids.”
“You mean, I had Natsu. Mom wasn’t even home most of last night.” Hinata easily
recalls the night before. He had picked Natsu up from daycare at 4 like he
always does, gone home and made dinner for the both of them and his mom got
home around 11, after he’d put Natsu to bed. “If mom isn’t high or trying to
kill someone, she’s sleeping or watching a movie. Kei and I are the only people
that take care of Natsu.”
“You should be more respectful of your parents, we do a lot for you and your
sister.” His father, as much of an asshole as he is, is slightly right. Hinata
has never gone hungry, has a roof over his head, a car to drive and money to
spend. But he’s got several childhood scars to show for it, luckily his parents
haven’t been as daring with his sister. If they ever raised a hand to his
sister, he’d shoot them before they got a chance to lower it.
Mrs.Tsukishima clears her throat. “Back to the matter at hand. We got a call
last night after our drop. Ushijima was looking for some help in getting into a
few safety deposit boxes, it was coincidence that it’s the bank I work at. I
had told him the best way to get away with what was in the safety deposit boxes
was to just have a heist, steal some cash and make it sloppy. Have a few fall
guys and no one would suspect a thing.”
Nishinoya glances around the white conference room. “So who’s the fall guy?”
“Just one of his drug runners and some others, no one special or important.”
Mr.Hinata says.
“So we’re good to go, right? No need for us to stick around when nothing
important is happening.” Hinata is ready to go home. Natsu can stay at the
Nishinoya’s for the night, he and Tsukishima can grab some dinner and a hot
bath before crawling into bed; that sounds like a good plan.
Mrs.Tsukishima shrugs her shoulders. “I guess, I’m sorry you boys wasted your
time today. Did you at least get done what you needed too?”
“Kei delivered his drugs, so yes. All is well in the universe.” Hinata leans
over his armrest to smile up at his passive boyfriend.
“Cash?” Mr.Tsukishima asks.
“In the car. I’ll have it split and ready tomorrow morning.”
“Afternoon.” Shoyo corrects with a grin. “We’ll be sleeping in.”
_____
They leave the bank the same way they came in, halfway through the parking lot
there’s a noise that rattles from inside the truck, Hinata shoves Tsukishima
down and Pulls his weapon. Tsukishima glares daggers up at his lover but Hinata
only shushes him.
“There’s someone in the truck.” He hisses.
“It’s probably one of Ushijima’s guys getting ready to load the money. Let’s
go.” Nishinoya whispers to his friend. “I don’t see a reason to stick around.”
“You sure about that?”
Hinata whips around with just enough time to have his gun knocked from his
grip, he ducks down instinctively so he can swing his free fist into his
assailant's stomach, but he’s met with a large palm.
“Is that how you greet people where you’re from? It’s hardly polite.”
Hinata snaps his gaze up, the man is a lot taller than him, taller than
Tsukishima, but he hardly cares. He’s taken down bigger with less. “Like it’s
polite to knock a gun out of someone’s hands.”
“You seem like the type to shoot first and ask later, I’d like to keep my life
if that’s not a problem for you.”
“Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“Ushijima Wakatoshi, and you’re in my house so you might want to tread
lightly.” The large man before him is more than intimidating, he lives up to
all the rumors he’s heard. His voice is deep as a well, hair pin straight a
long, eyes dark but not emotionless; they smoulder in what’s left of  the
evening light.
“Well, I’m Hinata Shoyo and This is Tsukishima Kei, maybe it’s you that should
watch your mouth; asshole.” Hinata spits at the taller man.
Tsukishima has regained his footing and stands defensively in front of Hinata.
“What can we help you with? Or are you just this annoying?”
“You’re parent’s made you out to be better than this, seems it’s good I haven’t
seeked you out for employment.” Ushijima drones, he looks bored, but teasing at
the same time.
“Pushing buttons only works on hot heads like my dumbass here, but I’m here so
it’s not working.” Tsukishima ignores the elbow that stabs him in the side.
“What do you want?”
“Nothing. Nothing at all.” Ushijima bends down to pick up Hinata’s pistol, when
he stands upright to hand it back to the smaller boy, he leans down slightly
and makes sure to let his fingers drag across the back of Hinata’s hand as he
takes the gun back. “Don’t be strangers, you’re welcome back anytime.”
The low tone of Ushijima’s voice makes Shoyo want to shiver but instead he
shudders, mind conflicted by the open insinuation, or lack thereof. “I’ll keep
that in mind.” He says softly.
“Please do, it’d be a pleasure to get to know you, Hinata Shoyo.” The older man
smirks down at him, face still too close for comfort. “You’re shorter than I
thought you’d be.”
“If that’s all you need, we’ll be going. We have places to be.” Tsukishima
pulls a stunned Hinata away from Ushijima. Neither boy’s really knowing what
kind of conversation just occurred.
~*~*~
The events with Ushijima leave Shoyo rattled for weeks, it’s nearly a month
later and he still seems skittish when they drive a little too close to the
invisible border that separates them.  
Tsukishima does what he can, tells his boyfriend not to worry about it. Reminds
him that they have plenty of protection, they come from strong families.
Families.
Another thing Hinata tries not to think about. He does what he can but he can
only do so much, he still has to work and it’s not like he can drop everything
and raise his younger sister. (Even though he’s already raising her) There are
jobs to be done, drugs to be delivered, people that need to die, and his “Crank
whore” mother isn’t making his life any easier. Her drug addictions are more a
problem now than they’ve ever been before. She’s aggressive, angry, always high
and anxious over nothing. Hinata does what he can to hide this side of their
mother from natsu, she’s ignorant to the major evil’s of her family and he
wants to keep it that way for as long as he can. Even if he’s apart of that
same evil.
“What am I gonna do about my mom? I can’t just keep sending Natsu to the
neighbour's house.” Hinata needs a break, and a haircut Tsukishima notes
silently. He hasn’t left the house in three days, keeping an eye on his mother
as a favor to his father but he can’t stand to keep Natsu trapped here with
them.
Tsukishima can’t stand to see his boyfriend trapped here, either. But at this
point he isn’t sure what more he can do. “You can move in with me. I know my
mom won’t care; she hates your mom anyway.”
Hinata scoffs. “Everyone does, it’s not like she’s easy to like.” The older boy
looks back at his boyfriend with a sigh. “I’m frustrated and I don’t want to
start taking it out on you, it’s not your fault.”
“It’s a shitty situation for everyone, I don’t like seeing you like this so
just come stay with me for a while.” Tsukishima pulls Shoyo away from the
window he’d been standing by, wrapping the smaller into his arms. “Maybe… we
could even look into our own place, or something. Nevermind that was stupid.”
“You want to move in together?”
Shoyo is met with silence. Tsukishima isn’t sure if they should have this
conversation. Are they even old enough to have this sort of conversation? Then
again when has age everbeen a factor in anything they do?
With a gulp of courage Tsukishima nods his head. “Yeah, I mean I don’t see why
not. You want to get away and all, this isn’t a good place for Natsu to grow
up; we almost didn’t survive growing up here.”
“You’re rambling Kei.” Hinata presses his palm over Tsukishima’s mouth. “I’d
love to move in with you.”
“Are you serious?” Kei pulls Hinata’s hand away from his face to hold in his.
Shoyo giggles with a giddy smile. “Yeah. But! I want a house, not an apartment.
And Natsu gets her own bedroom, and I want a backyard for her to play in. Close
to a good school is optimal as well-”
Tsukishima cuts his boyfriend off with his mouth instead of his hand, they both
tend to ramble when they’re excited or nervous. So Tsukishima kisses him.
Kisses him as hard as he can around the toothy grin he smoothers against
Shoyo’s own. The hands they hold squeeze tighter, Tsukishima lowers his free
hand to Shoyo’s waist to pull him closer and Hinata seems to agree with the
advancement when he raises his hand to tangle in Kei’s hair.
“Love you, so much.” Hinata laughs against Kei’s open mouth kisses. “So fucking
much.”
Kei nods his head, forehead bumping against Hinata’s affectionately. “Love you,
Love you.” He kisses his lips again, then both sides of his nose. “God I love
you.”
Hinata’s body moves back half an inch, head tipped back so he can grin up at
his future housemate. “We’re gonna live together.”
“Yeah, we are.”
“Just like a family.”
“Exactly.”
~*~*~
“Wait, slow down. Hinata just tell me what happened?” Tsukishima had been
looking at houses all day while Hinata had kept Natsu at his house.
A panicked Hinata sobs into the phone. “Kei I’m going to kill them. You should
see her face.”
Tsukishima slams his car door closed, he’s only 10 minutes away from the Hinata
house, he can make it in five, it’s late enough for traffic to not be an issue.
“When did this happen, and what even happened? I’m on my way.”
“Natsu asked me for her blanket, which I thought was in your room; it wasn’t.
And when it wasn’t in the guest room I thought maybe we left it behind.” Hinata
coughs into the phone, voice scratchy. Tsukishima can tell he’s not crying yet,
but he’s so close it makes Tsukishima want to scream. “I walked down to my
house, no cars in the driveway and the door was locked. I swear I left Natsu
with your mom, but when I came out of her bedroom she was in the living room
and so was my mom and-” Hinata choked up with another sob. “And my mom slapped
her, Kei she slapped Natsu and Natsu screamed.So loud. She hit the floor before
I could move and by the time I made it to my mom she was running out of the
house and I didn’t chase after her- I should have.”
“No, you went back to get Natsu, that was more important. I’ll find your mom.”
Tsukishima is already halfway there. “Just get back to my house and wait for me
okay.”  
Chapter End Notes
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