Conquering the Great King

Chapter 6 Conquering That Damn Coat

"I refuse!" Oikawa said, slamming his fist on the table.

"Good for you," Kuroo said, pointing a finger gun at him with a wink. "You go get 'em tiger."

"I will!" Oikawa said hotly, pulling out his phone.

There was a long pause. Then Oikawa heard Kuroo's voice, "So... what are you refusing?"

Oikawa looked up at Kuroo with a click of his tongue and a huff, "This stupidity! This stupidity with Iwa-chan!"

"Aah, that," Kuroo said with a knowing nod, taking a sip of his coffee, "the guy you totally don't care about."

Oikawa leered at him over his phone, "Shut up Kuroo. Feelings suck."

"Don't I know it."

"I should probably tell Kenma he was... n't wrong."

Kuroo almost snorted, "Kenma knows he's right. He just doesn't feel the need to gloat about his victories like you do."

"Be quiet and go get me another latte. I need all my courage to send this text message."

"Then shouldn't you be putting Bailey's Irish Cream in your coffee instead of white chocolate?"

Oikawa straightened, tapping his chin in thought, "You know, that's actually not a bad idea."

"It 12:30 on a Wednesday and you have a meeting with a client when you go back to work, it is absolutely a bad idea."

"Meh," Oikawa said, looking back down and pouting at his phone while he tapped against the screen, "since when did you become all 'responsible' and such?" There was another small silence and then Oikawa looked up, face all offended. He pointed across the table, "You were the one who said it in the first place!"

Kuroo held up his hands, grinning, "Don't listen to me, I'm just an enabler. And also an asshole."

Oikawa slumped his shoulders, "But you're my loyal asshole, and that's what really matters."

"I love you too Oikawa," Kuroo said with only slightly inflated fondness.

"Yeah yeah," Oikawa said, unable to stifle his smirk, "At least you know what I mean."

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Monday sucked. Tuesday sucked. And Wednesday looked like it was trying real damn hard to keep up the trend.

Iwaizumi sighed, leaning his forehead against his hands. He squeezed his eyes shut against the mess splayed across his desk.

"Iwaizumi-san, the printers are on the phone again," Kindaichi said, covering the mouthpiece and holding it away from his face. He looked like a child reporting to mom.

"I'm not here," Iwaizumi grumbled. "In fact, I'm dead. They can no longer harass me. If it's that important to them, tell them to bring their lawyer to my grave."

Iwaizumi opened his eyes just enough to watch Kindaichi blink in mild shock and horror. Iwaizumi stared back at him, straight faced. Kindaichi brought the receiver back to his mouth, eyelids fluttering nervously, "Uhm... he left the office for a bit... could I..."

Iwaizumi sighed and closed his eyes again. Then he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, the short beat of a text message.

"Ahg," he spat out loud. "Who wants me to do what?" Then his heart clenched in his chest and his jaw squeezed shut.

>> Yoohoo~~ Iwa-chan~~

Iwaizumi glared down at his phone. How. How.

He moved his fingers over his keyboard to respond,