Karasuno Fight {One Shot Book}

Better Than A James Bond Movie

Soooooooo. This is a possibly useless part of my gang au. Felt like writing Sugawara so I wrote Sugawara. I'm kinda tired, so I apologize if it's shitty. But yeah anyway, there's slight mention of sexual harassment and overall mention of violence. If you do not want to read that, I regrettably ask that you find something else to read. But yeah. I hope you nerds enjoy!!!!!

(For those who are curious, in this AU, Suga is twenty, Iwaizumi is fourteen, and Terushima is ten.)

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Twelve o'clock is the true devil's hour in the city, a prime time for any and all gangs crawling around the place to go about their business, no matter how legal or illegal. Business, Suga muses to himself, like performing an interrogation that would make FBI agents jealous.

"Look, you creepy fuck, I don't know where the money is!" Hagakure shrieks. "Jirou was supposed to drop it off, but she never showed up!"

"Do you like hanging upside down or something?" Suga asks. "One time I had a guy like this until he puked everywhere and passed out. Real messy shit."

At his words, Hagakure finally releases a whimper, and Suga grins manically.

"Where is the money, Hagakure?" Iwaizumi says. "And while we're on the topic, where is Jirou?"

"I don't fucking know!"

Iwaizumi sighs once and steps back into the shadows of the warehouse, making way for Suga like a good second in command. Suga moves forward and reaches towards Hagakure, stretching the cloth around her head and snapping it back over her mouth,  effectively gagging her.

Suga had to give her credit, she was a slippery creature, sending his men on a wild goose chase around the city as if they were a bunch neanderthals. It had eventually gotten so bad that he opted to go look for her himself. He had also took it upon himself to borrow a car one of Kageyama's men had left in his territory, the contents of which he found questionable but also amusing.

"Some poor bitch," Terushima had said, examining the glittery red stiletto in his hands like the ten year old he is. "Is walking around this nasty ass place with just one shoe."

Iwaizumi had turned fully in the passenger seat and scowled, slapping the stiletto out of Terushima's hands and back into the floor. "Stop touching that, dumbass. You'll get aids or some other disgusting shit."

Hagakure had shrieked her little head off when Terushima had decidedly gotten bored and started poking and prodding at her restrained form. Iwaizumi had groaned and mumbled something about needing an aspirin. Suga had just laughed at them.

Terushima apparently still finds the stiletto fascinating, as he's holding it in one hand even now as he contemplates Hagakure. "Maybe you can threaten to poke her eyes out again, boss."

Hagakure's screams are muffled, but still audible through the gag. Terushima laughs at her.

"Hm. It is a good shoe." Suga muses. "Nice sharp heel. Could definitely pluck out an eye or two. And let's not forget how it's definitely a good luck charm, at least for Iwaizumi."

And Suga knows that he's not wrong about that. Upon the realization that she had been found, Hagakure had booked it down the hallway of her apartment complex like a bat out of hell, and Iwaizumi was on her tail before Suga himself could even move. Even for a woman approaching her late thirties, Hagakure had been fast and slippery, skidding around corners and knocking things down for them to leap over like they doing parkour. For once in his twenty years of life, Suga had felt that if something drastic hadn't happened right then, then their target would have gotten away.

And something drastic did happen. Suga recalls seeing a flash of red in his vision, then a cry of pain and the familiar sound of a body hitting the floor.

"Mattsun taught me a bit of baseball when we were younger." Iwaizumi had explained. "Said I had a good throwing arm, could be a pitcher if I wanted to."

"Well damn, boy, you just full of surprises ain't ya?" Suga had crowed appreciatively. Iwaizumi had beamed at him then, his chest puffed and his face tinted pink. He'd then ask if that was the shoe from the car they'd taken. Iwaizumi had replied with-

"Terushima had it in his hands again. I took it from him and forgot to drop it when she ran."

Suga had just giggled in response, his mind overtaken by the absolute hilarity of the situation.

"I hate," Hagakure had mumbled when they pulled her up by her arms. "You both."

"You don't sound so sure about that, doll." Suga had said. "Do you even know our names?"

"Bitch one and bitch two."

"Watch your mouth, bitch." Iwaizumi had growled, and roughly struck her in the back of the head with his fist.

And all that had led to up to now, the same old Saturday night in the same old darkened warehouse, only possible thanks to Jirou's inability to follow simple, clear instructions. Maybe Suga had been wrong to ignore Iwaizumi, who had mentioned to him that Jirou looked like the sketchy type, even for a girl. He'd been feeling especially horny that day, and he had found out a long time ago that he had a preference for people older than him. But Suga knew that didn't matter now, not when he had a young man that could do almost everything he could do himself, including breaking bones.

"We could take her to Kageyama's." Iwaizumi says.

Terushima's eyes sparkle as he bounces on the balls of his feet. "Or you could give her to me and the other kids!" He exclaims as Hagakure lets out a horrified wail from behind her gag. "We wouldn't mind having a playmate!"

Suga waves his hand dismissively. "We don't need that kid for this. We can do this ourselves."

"Well, we're having a meeting with him soon. Gotta go talk to him about that thing."

Suga checks his phone after that, and releases a sound of acknowledgment as he notices the time. "Ah, so we do, my little heir." He runs his fingers through Hagakure's hair and smiles, the kind that Iwaizumi has described as looking soft yet sharp. A bit of an exaggeration, he thinks. But exaggeration isn't a bad thing when you're questioning someone at three in the morning. "Well, looks like it is your lucky day, bitch. Or I suppose the kids' lucky day. They've been so lonely playing all by themselves."

Hagakure starts blubbering through the gag again, and suddenly Suga's phone starts vibrating. The name glares up at him from the whiteness of the screen - 'Kindaichi (Nervous Little Punk)'.

"Yo," he answers curtly, bringing the phone up to his ear.

"You fucking bastard!" A voice sounding suspiciously like Nishinoya screeches through the phone. "Where the fuck is my goddamn car?"