mafia au - sakuatsu

mafia - 8

Atsumu Pov:

I skipped into Kita's office with a change of clothes as I was informed that Sakusa was through here. It seemed as though Mr Pretty had just ran a mile from the looks of it, he was panting heavily, bright red and had a look of tiredness covering his face.

"You good?" Apparently he didn't like that question because he stood up from his chair and tried to punch me (however I'm amazing so I managed to dodge it).

"Woahhh c'mon buddy! I'm trying to be nice here and you're making it extremely difficult." That's when kita came in, holding a clipboard with some papers and a textbook of some sort.

"Oh good you're both here already. Take a seat guys, I need to speak to you." He told us as he walked behind his desk and set his stuff down. Sakusa sat down first, me following after, sitting on his right.

"So, sakusa, I believe you grew up with your team, correct?" Sakusa only nodded to kita's question, not sure of where this was heading.

"Alright... listen. I believe you're a good person, but you had grown up surrounded by bad people-"

"Keep my family out your mouth. If you continue yapping then you won't have a mouth to talk shit with because I'll sew your lips together myself then slice your cheeks open." He had a clenched fist and was looking at my boss as if he had just formed a gory crime scene at his house.

Kita sighed at this statement, rubbing his head.

"Just stop. You will be living here for the rest of your life, this building is your world now so the less you argue, or threaten, or hit there won't be a point in any of it. I'm aware it sounds mean but I'm just trying to tell you the truth. Accept it before things get worse for you." And that was the first time that I've ever seen Kita give someone a lecture in a rude way, normally he tries to put unkind words into a nicer way, I have no clue what just happened there.

The room had went silent. If a pin dropped it would echo around the room and end up sounding like screeching car tires against an old road.

"You're a dead man walking, Kita Shinsuke." Once the sweet little germaphobe spoke he dashed out the room and dipped into a hall which just led to a dead end.

Kita and I watched him storm away, not far enough for the shockwaves to hurt but far enough for it to tingle.

"Atsumu, when I read up on his file it summed up with no education, drugs and murders. That's why I needed to see you both. I want you to talk to him, teach him and try make him trust you. He won't speak to me, your brother and Suna aren't very nice to newcomers, Aran has a lot on his plate, you are the only option."

"I can do that!" I smiled as I spoke while he handed me the textbook he came in with.

"Thank you Atsumu."

"No problem!" I got up and left his office, going down the hall that Sakusa practically stomped down, just to see him sitting on a couch at the end of the hall, kind of like a miniature lounge however no one really goes down to where he sat.

I strolled up to him slowly with the textbook on top of the change of clothes I grabbed from my room. He looked up at me, watching me while I was waiting on some kind of slur to get me to go away.

He ignored me?

Plopping the clothes next to him, i crouched down in front of him.

"Hi again, mind if I speak to you?" He was picking at his nails, still ignoring me, but it wasn't with his usual mean look, more of a sad one.

"I know it can be tough getting stuck in a new place especially with your phobia but everyone here is really nice. Want me to punch them in the face if their mean? haha" Maybe making a little joke would cheer him up?

"I'm not stuck here."

"Sorry dude, ya are."