𝐌𝐫. 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 [𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐎𝐢; 𝐁𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀𝐔]

|5| Unpleasant Information

A/N: I fucked up on the information that I had given, last chapter. So excuse that issue, and just imagine Makki did end up going to his apartment.

I w a i z u m i 

     "Have you even tried searching for him at his apartment?" Kuroo leans against his desk, as a smaller man clings to his arm. The pudding like hair falling in front of his face.

     "Eh- dammit, I forgot to ask that. Makki, did you check his apartment?" I ask, crossing my arms and turning around to face Makki and Mattsun. Makki nods.

     "I was able to open his door, but it seemed like no one had been moving around inside for a few hours."

     What? That doesn't make any sense. Where could he have run off to? I don't know him too well, personally, despite the small talk we've had. Just something about him draws me towards him.

     Maybe it's his eyes, wait, maybe his hair? Or the fact that he looks so fucking, innocent. I feel the need to protect him, intensely.

     "Okay well, I guess Kenma can track his phone and hack into his browsing history." Kuroo sighs, nodding down to the black and blonde haired man.

     "This way." Kenma mumbles, walking out the door, with everyone, plus Kuroo, following close behind.

     The whole color scheme of this company revolves around red, black, grey, and white. Whereas the white just compliments the other colors. We walk down a long corridor before passing through a simple black door with Kenma's key card. The space behind it being as something from what you'd see in a movie; action movie to be more specific.

     Kenma sits down at a desk that is lined along the walls, and a bunch of computers, and different devices scattered about.

     "Mr. Iwaizumi, what are we going to do if he can't find-" Mattsun begins to speak before he's caught off by a chuckle.

     "Found him." He states proudly, leaning back against his chair. Really? That damn quick.

     Makki, Mattsun, and I snap our attention to him and step behind him to look at the screen. To which Kuroo isn't enjoying one bit. I mean, I'd be pretty protective if someone were hovering over my husband like that.

     Location.. location..

     ....

     Haha, what the fuck.

     Not much to my surprise, Tooru's friends, keep quiet. He's at Daishou's corporation. I knew it.

     My jaw clenches as I straighten up and turn to Kuroo. His expression softens due to the severity of the situation. How did that even happen? How did Tooru end up there?

     I mean, if he isn't there, then how did his phone end up in my sworn enemies, building? All of this just doesn't add up.

     "Mr. Iwaizumi, what are we going to do?" Makki asks, clinging to Mattsun's right arm.

     "Go to him, of course. Kuroo, will you join us? Everyone knows that you two have a long history of rivalry, so will you help?" I ask, stiffening my posture slightly as I put my hands in the pockets of my pants.

     "Oh yes. I need to settle something with him. Jesus, even in high school we were rivals. Anyways; you two.. uhh.. pinky and unreadable man.. you go back to Aoba while Hajime and I go over to Nehebi." Kuroo chuckles along side me, at the nicknames he gave Makki and Mattsun.

     "So rude," Makki whines with an overexaggerated expression on his face. Whereas Mattsun isn't really affected by it. Knowing Kuroo, he really likes pushing people, and becomes unsatisfied when someone such as Mattsun, doesn't show much reaction.

     "Kenma, you're staying here. No buts. Daishou is after every CEO's significant other.. say, Hajime.." Oh no. 

     I scrunch up my nose and squint my eyes, awaiting some sort of truism. "Hehe, you must like this guy." There it is. 

     Shrugging it off, and trying to get away from the subject as quick as possible, I excuse myself and rush outside of the room and into the hallway. The rooster follows close behind, along with Kenma showing Makki and Mattsun towards the stairs. 

     I stand in front of the elevator doors, waiting for one of the many to open up first. Running a hand through my hair in a stressful manner, a hand is placed on my shoulder. I don't have to turn around to know who it is. 

     "This Tooru Oikawa must be very important to you.. huh?" He speaks softly, standing beside me before following me into the elevator once the door opens moments later. 

     "I don't even know why. I've been alone for a long ass time, and honestly, I don't know what this feeling is." I mumble, heaving out a sigh. "Well, can you try explaining it to me?" He responds, pulling out his phone. Can't this elevator go any faster?

     "Uhh.. as of right now, I feel like my heart is about to explode. Like, when you get sudden bad news, and it kinda makes you feel like your heart got pierced by a sharp needle that has no end, that's somewhat what it feels like. But a tad more intense than that." 

     Kuroo whistles before chuckling and leaning against the wall, putting his phone in his blazer pocket. "Heh, you miss him." Huh? I open my mouth to speak, but Kuroo shushes me with sass lacing his tone. 

     "Think about it for a second," he pauses as he follows me out the elevator and around a corner to the back of the building where the parking lot is, but nonetheless, continues while walking. "You would never go out of your way to press Daishou about your personal assistant going missing. Yes, I hate Daishou and what he does to people.. but you guys have a distinct hate for each other."

     I hum in response as I open the door for Kuroo and follow him towards his car. "What I'm saying is; you're human."

     Halting to a sudden stop, I squint my eyes at Kuroo with a disgusted expression plastered onto my face. He rolls his eyes at me and turns to face me. "Human? What the fuck? Of course I'm human."

     "Oh come on, you know what I meant. You're feeling something you never had before, because you never opened up to anyone, or even had an attraction to anyone! Do you even know how many hearts you've broken because of your bluntness? And you even sent one of your employees to get a damn file from Daishou, knowing that he could very well kill the person! And don't even ask how I know that, because I'll only respond by saying that I have my damn ways." 

     Kuroo turns around and lifts up the driver side gullwing door to his red and black Pagani Huayra. Honestly, I didn't expect him to snap like that. Usually he's very laid-back, even in stressful situations. He always says that stressing gets you nowhere, and making a fuss of something also gets you nowhere.

     "Fine.. I'm sorry. Just avoid traffic as much as possible and try to get to Nohebi as fast as possible. I also need to stop Kamden from getting there.." I mumble, rushing over to the passenger side and sliding in, pulling the door down before I put my seatbelt on. 

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A/N: Okay, for all of you car lover's, I know that the Pagani Huayra is banned in the US. But unfortunately, I don't give a flying fuck. The car is sexy, so imma use it. 

To give an explanation for the future and how I might not update every night; I started school, but only attend  for three school periods a day, which ends up with me being at school for three hours. Although, I take the train and bus to get there, so probably 4-5 hours in total. Lately when I get home, I release my pent up stress by playing NFS Payback, and just continuously progress throughout the storyline. Pfft, I've played over 24 hours in total over the span of probably 3-2 weeks. With school, it just completely demolishes my motivation to write, despite my school being very enjoyable most of the time. Anyways.. yea, this story won't be updated every night, like I did with Paranoia. On the weekends and breaks, I won't have to worry. And the school year ends for me in like 40 something days, including weekends, so not that long.

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