Behind the City (Haikyuu gang AU)

Chapter 12

KUROO POV:

I stood by the rusty gate. The air smelled awfully of trash and rotting food. I'm 99% sure Kenma chose this location on purpose.
I leaned against the rusty gate and put my hand over my pocket with a small knife in it ( just for precaution of course). I waited patiently for my contact to show up. I wasn't told what he or she would look like, nor were they told about me. Confidential reasons, or so I'm told.

I silently looked down at the cat eye tattoo on my arm. The tattoo that made me so sick for so long. Made me sick until it made me strong. I've had it for ten years. Ten anger filled years, All because of him.

I'm brought out of my trance, by the sounds of footsteps approaching. I quickly pull my sleeve back over the tattoo on my wrist.

"Hey, hey hey, look what the cat dragged in." said an all too familiar voice .

"I don't know how you stay in your line of work, with a loud voice like that." I mumble under my breath.

"You don't even know my specific line of work." He retorted.

"Nor do you know mine."

"Of course I do, you're just a lapdog. Or, should I say cat?" He mocks.

"Well Bokuto, I might have been the president, or a star athlete, maybe even a father, but someone attempted to assassinate me, then my family." I say as calmly as I can.

"That person was foolish for not finishing his job when had the chance." He mumbles. Then as if he forgot he was supposed to be my friend, he looks up at me with that big, stupid, fake, smile he always has

"Kidding, kidding." He says quickly.

"Well, unfortunately I didn't come to the dump to discuss our past. Please tell me what I need to know so I can leave." I say firmly.

"How about we make it even faster and I just give you this folder." He says handing me a generic folder, filled with various papers.

I reach out and take the folder. I feel my sleeve slip up and Bokuto's gaze linger on my arm. I pull away quickly. Something about his gaze was slightly unsettling.

"That should answer any questions. Bye bye now~"
He says in a loud sing song voice.

"Bye?" I say more to myself considering he was way out of earshot.

Akaashi POV:

It was a muggy day. The sky was a dull grey, rain threatening to fall any second.

It was lonely.

It was lonely, till the burst of energy known as Bokuto threw open my door.

"So, how did it-"

"Shhh," he interrupted and ran over the my desk, grabbed a piece a paper, and began frantically drawing.

I didn't think anything of the drawing. Bokuto was a spontaneous person, who when has an idea, will execute immediately.

It was the way he "shh"ed me. It was weird for anyone to "shh" me, it was even stranger for Bokuto to "shh" me.

It frightened me.

I obliged, and watched him furiously sketch.

When he was done, he held up the messy drawing as if to confirm his hands correctly interpreted what his mind had pictured.

He ran over to a filing cabinet that contained every paper, record, detail of any intelligence we'd acquired.

He flipped through one of the sections, I recognized as 'anonymous threats'. It contained threats we KNOW connect to rivaling gangs, but we aren't aware which gang or who the person is (There aren't many files in this section, we're very knowledgeable in most things)