A Parliament of Owls {BokuAkaKuroTsuki/IwaOi}

Eight

Her grip tightened around his arm and he whimpered quietly as he desperately tried to keep up with her long strides.

"I won't stand for this!" she screeched and yanked the boy forward, still unaware, or uncaring, of his obvious struggles. "You won't disgrace me like this, you hear me?"

They entered a small house and immediately Akaashi felt uneasy. The air was thick and heavy with smoke, and it smelt distinctly like something was dying in the midst of the dust and broken glass that littered the hallway.

"Mom, I'm sorry," he whimpered softly and once again tried to free himself from her iron grip but, she just glared down on him and forced the teenager to obey her.

"You brought this onto yourself." Her voice was cold and devoid of anything but blind accusation. The way her teeth clenched together contrasted her usually so beautiful face. The grimace she wore right now held something horrifying. She sure as hell wasn't the woman that he had loved and cared for, she was nothing but a demon tormenting him.

Her nails dug into his skin, and he swore it would break, she entered yet another room and Akaashi felt bile rise up his throat when the smell intensified.

"People can fix you Keji."

Akaashi raised his gun, without hesitation and shot.

The bullets hit his target spot on but the figure only seemed to be slightly disturbed as he dropped the blonde boy and took a step backwards.

"Bulletproof vest, are you kidding me?" Kuroo asked annoyed as he stepped onto the roof as well.His eyes immediately flew towards Tsukishima, who was slumped against the concrete and didn't move.

Keji shot again, cold determination and pain flooding into every movement, stilling his arms enough so that he could aim and pull the trigger. Head, shoulder, chest, leg, leg, that was the routine he had learnt the first time Kuroo had taken him to a shooting rink but right now it didn't seem to do what it was supposed to.

"Helmet as well," he added annoyed and tried shooting again, only to be met by a hollow clicking sound. Akaashis eyes widened.

The man in black seemed to notice the disruption and quickly surged forward. His reactions were ridiculous fast for someone of his build. The younger man was barely able to avoid him as the man jumped from the small roof and his heavy boots were the only indication of him running towards the exit.

"Oikawa!" Kuroo screamed into his headset but it was loud enough that the other man should be able to hear it like that, next thing they knew there was a surprised yelp and shots rung through the parking lot.

"I'll check on him, you on Tsukki," Kuroo commanded breathlessly and darted towards the ladder. Akaashi decided to not hesitate any longer and rushed towards Tsukishima.

The raven haired man carefully rolled him onto his back and exposed the blondes pale neck, covered in nasty red and white swellings that had the distinct shapes of large hands wrapping around the mans entire throat.

Akaashi carefully put his index and middle finger towards the others neck and applied just the tiniest bit of pressure.

Nothing.

The older man felt sick to his stomach but he quickly swallowed all of his worry and panic in favor of concentrating on the task on hand. He relocated his fingers, maybe he had just searched at the wrong spot, things like that happened all the time and he shouldn't be so melodramatic right now. He pressed down and hoped and prayed for the telltale flutter of skin over veins that would confirm to him that his boyfriend was-