A Parliament of Owls {BokuAkaKuroTsuki/IwaOi}

Four

Akaashis hands were shaking, his eyes going wide as sudden, cold realization washed over him.

When he was fifteen a girl confessed to him for the first time. She was pretty, nice and smart and he liked her a lot back then but he never imagine her feeling something stronger for him. When she finally said it, the words spilling from her mouth while her shaking fingers held out a letter in a white envelope, he was shocked. It wasn't that panicked state that everyone described though, he had felt calm, his heart beating slow, steady and every thud hurt in his chest, his smile was frozen on his face, slowly slipping into a grimace.

That's exactly how he felt this moment too, his mind slowed down as his thoughts ran wild.

"Kuroo", he whispered, the files slipping from his fingers, more pictures spilled over the floor. It was them, Akaashi, Tsukishima, Kuroo, Bokuto and even Kenma, but also Yahaba, Lev, Kyoutani, Yaku, Iwaizumi, Oikawa and a few people he didn't recognize.

Notes were scribbled on the back, like 'Owls' and 'Aoba Johsai'.

Akaashi felt sick.

A shaky exhale next to him reminded him of his boyfriend that saw all of this, just like he did. The older man reached up to his ear and pushed softly. "Bokuto, text Oikawa ask him if he knows about some kind of hard drive or something, where his dad could've also saved his investigations on", Akaashi was so so thankful that his boyfriend seemed to be able to remain calm when he himself slowly started to crumble.

His insides first, he felt sick to the core, his stomach seemed to be made out of jelly and he unconsciously reached for it.

"Tetsu, Oikawa already texted us", Bokuto then said from the other side. His voice was unusually tense and strained, the both man inside eyed each other worried. "What did he say?" "They got shot at."

Kuroo cursed, Akaashi paled and somewhere in the distance they could hear Tsukishima laugh his signature laugh that basically meant that everything was fucked and just horrible in general and was very much equivalent to a 'I told you so'.

Kuroo tugged on Akaashis sleeve, slowly forcing him out of the room, but turned around to gather the dropped files from the floor and quietly closed the safe again. He felt uneasy and a familiar tug of dread started spreading in his gut. With one last glance backwards he exited the trashed office and started moving towards and down the stairs, his younger boyfriend following him closely, there was tense silence on the other side of the headset.

Akaashi broke the second they slipped back into the car, his gun fell from his fingers and made a dangerous clicking sound when it hit the ground, Kuroo winced, fully aware that the safety was still turned off.

"How? When did he even-", he interrupted himself, frantic eyes glancing up, his hands shaking where they clawed into his own thigh.

"What happened?", Tsukishima asked urgent, his eyes were shining with worry just when he started the car and started taking of back towards Tokyo. "He collected information", Kuroo answered, voice sober. "About Aoba Johsai, but, well, we kinda already knew that, so-", he trailed off, eyes wandering towards where Akaashi still seemed to be trying to compromise their discovery. "Actually-" Kuroo cleared his throat. "Actually the old man was already dead when we got in." Bokuto turned his head, confusion in his face, Tsukishimas shoulder tensed.

"And his office was completely trashed, like seriously, someone definitely didn't have any kind of patience, oh boy. But that's actually not even the worse, ya know." Another awkward chuckle. "He kind of also figured out who we are, found our connections to Toorus gang, and our assassinations."