Ineffable

Ineffable | Twenty-Two

Kiyoko took a deep breath, as she walked towards her desk and took a few folders from it, before she walked back to the lounge and placed all the files on the coffee table.

"So, some of us already knew each other, and I don't mind if you're having private talks. But before that, White Crows, as Neko's assistant, I want to tell you this," Kiyoko looked up, staring right at her used to be enemies, "The Golden Cats doesn't want to fight you. We want peace, we want to call truce."

"How can we trust your words?" Kageyama, as how Kiyoko already memorized the names, demanded.

"Well, we got no weapons here, right?"

The man pointed at Kei, who shrugged and threw away the gun he was holding.

"There. It's plastic," Kei stated, "I just feel less nervous if I have a weapon with me. But Kenma-san told me not to, so I have to stick with this."

"Tsukki..."

"Please, no comment, Yamaguchi," he muttered, "Kiyoko, anything else?"

"Right. We'll tell you everything, as long as you respected us. That's all, so I'll be leaving for a while, I need to check on something."

Kiyoko without any other word. She walked past the leaders' room, and stopped for a few seconds.

Kenma was trembling, while Kuroo seemed hesitant to comfort him.

The woman let out another sigh, before she turned away and quickened her pace.

"Uh... E-Excuse me..."

She turned, and her gaze softened. It was Hitoka Yachi, the only woman from the Crows.

"Yes?" Kiyoko asked back, "How can I help you?"

"I don't feel okay staying there as the only girl..."

"Among 16 men? Yeah, I can imagine that," Kiyoko chuckled, "Would you mind to accompany me?"

Yachi smiled, and began to follow Kiyoko upstairs, "You don't seem like a bad person, Shimizu-san."

"I don't think I am one." Kiyoko fixed her glasses and entered a room. It was filled with a few desks, all with computers and laptops on it. There's also papers and folders scattered around, on the chairs and on the floor. "Sorry, it was a mess. Those boys tend to throw away everything they don't need, literally."

Yachi snickered. It was indeed a mess, but it seemed like it was a nice place.

"Our gang never intended to do bad things," Kiyoko said, as she turned off one of the computer, "We were just a group of teens who wanted to have fun together, to try our best to enjoy our lives."

"Teens?"

"Kenma-san was 15 when he created the Golden Cats. I joined when I was 17."

"Who is this Kenma-san?" Yachi asked, as she imitated Kiyoko's actions, picking up the papers on the floor. She found that some of them were sketches, others were words in messy handwritings, and a few were just a bunch of numbers.

"Neko. That's his real name." Kiyoko stacked the folders and placed it on one of the desks, "Anyways. We did our best to survive together. Not just money, but also to entertain ourselves after our stressful days at home, and also to protect ourselves, away from dangers."

"But what about those murders?"

Kiyoko bit her lip, as she closed the room and locked the door. She turned to look at Yachi, and decided to give an answer.

"It started a few years ago, after two of our members left. Maybe you've heard of them, the Iron Eagles."

"I think I have..."