A Parliament of Owls {BokuAkaKuroTsuki/IwaOi}

Five

Kenmas fingers brushed the handle of the cup and his tired eyes watched the coffee and the milk mix in wild swirls.

Something was off, well actually everything was off. People wanted to murder his friends, and him too, which was nothing new but this time it actually seemed like they would succeed which was starting to become terrifying.

The small man shifted slightly on the chair he sat on and sighed deeply before setting his cup down onto the surface of the kitchen table and unlocked his phone to check for new messages. Nothing. He hadn't got a single notification from his flatmates since Akaashi called and logically speaking Kenma was aware that it was nighttime and they were probably just asleep but he couldn't stop worrying about them.

This felt like a goddamn deja-vú, like a memory that he had tried to suppress for a very long time that out of nowhere decided to resurface and he wasn't sure if he could handle the pain he had endured back then once more.

Back when they first got into the business they got some seriously sketchy missions and Kenma had never really felt comfortable with doing those but they just weren't in a place to be picky. They were young, way too young, indebted and absolutely horrified by what they've done and what they had to continue doing.

Their first setup was having Bokuto and Kuroo doing the actual kills while Tsukishima and him handled the technical aspects while trying to keep Akaashi as shielded and protected as possible but that quickly turned out to be a fatal mistake when the white and black haired boy threw up all over the scene and they had to clean it up and put acid over the spot so nobody could trace it back to them. It was messy and ruined their entire mission, also Keji was absolutely livid that they went without him and soon after that incident their new formation was born.

But one day a boy, maybe a year older than him and Akaashi, came up to them and asked them if they were free for a mission. The loan he had offered was ridiculous high, they needed the money really badly so they accepted without thinking too much about it and didn't even bother to research the backgrounds, which turned out to be a mistake.

Oikawa Tooru was a new face in the business, but Iwaizumi Makoto was already big and with her help he and his boyfriend succeeded in record time but obviously a lot of people were against them. Too young, they said. Just kids trying to play grownups.

And to some degree that even might have been true so it wasn't really a surprise to anyone that the Ushijima family, head of the Shiratorizawa Gang had started taking interest in them.

Ushijima Gou hated them, hated how they interfered with his business and stole their clients, hated how the arrogance radiated from the couple and how they seemed to be able to get this far with so few people, so he decided to do the only thing that seemed right in his perspective.

Looking back it probably wasn't his best idea to send his pansexual, overly awkward teenage son to kill the one and only, beautiful and charming Oikawa Tooru.

Except Oikawa hated him and instead of putting on his playful smile and blinking with those big, innocent eyes that had girls and boys blushing all the same he decided to show his ugliest face, the one full of envy, the one that made him strong enough to survive in a world of hungry wolves dressed in sheep fur, and it intrigued the older male. He didn't desire petite boys with quiet laughs and a polite demeanor, he wanted boys that bit and didn't let go, he wanted pure emotions the stronger the better and something about the rage that turned Oikawas soft, brown eyes into brooding swamps of lava and the annoyance that creased his flawless skin with deep furrows lightened up a spark in Ushijima that he wasn't even aware of possessing.