Akaashi Keiji worked alone. It's how it has been for so many years now. He built a life for himself; the apartment he owns, the cash in his bank account--all of it. It didn't matter how dirty his hands got, he really didn't care at this point. He wo...
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Akaashi knew he was going to regret this.
The moment the guard touched his suit for "weapon inspection", he already felt like murdering everyone in the building. He fought the urge to slam this person's face on his thigh and bodyslam him to the ground. Keeping a straight face, he felt his hand dangerously creeping up too high on his thigh and Akaashi had to grab his wrist as an attempt to warn him of what he's capable of doing. Backing up and clearing his throat, the guard deemed he was safe. Akaashi straightened his suit, mumbling to himself about how he could have murdered that guard with his bare hands as he made his way to the elevator. This day already seemed like the worst. Taking a deep breath, he managed to compose himself as the elevator opened, only to lose it again when he was met by a certain smile he could recognize a few miles away.
"I was expecting you," there was no teasing tone in Sarukui's voice, but Akaashi got annoyed anyway. Not saying anything, he simply got on the elevator with Sarukui, who waved off the other people that was supposed to be on the same ride with them. As the doors closed, Akaashi can't help but feel a little uneasy at the silence that fell. He kept his eyes fixed on the gray metal wall that was in front of him, but he felt Sarukui's glance. "I hope you're here to say yes." His tone wasn't threatening, and Akaashi knew it wasn't meant to be, but he felt it, still. As Akaashi shrugged, Sarukui felt that the elevator ride would be better off spent in silence. From the looks of it, Fukurodani really had the money. The building itself was enormous and the inside was phenomenal, Akaashi couldn't begin to imagine what each floor has in store for him.
The elevator doors opening with a quiet 'ding' was the one to pull Akaashi out of his thoughts. Sarukui walked ahead, glancing over his shoulder as he did, and Akaashi took that as a sign to follow him. The hallway was spacious, with a high ceiling and huge windows, Akaashi secretly marvelled at the sight as they walked. Their footsteps weren't heavy, but it echoed throughout the hall. Potted plants brought a little bit of life to what looked like a boring space but it has its own charm to it. Stopping a couple of steps right behind Sarukui, Akaashi watched as he knocked on the door in the weirdest way possible. It almost sounded like a code but at the same time, it didn't. Having no time to process the new information, a loud 'come in!' was heard from the other side of the door and Sarukui pushed it open.
Maybe Akaashi walked into the wrong building.
He expected a quiet, dark room with nothing but a fancy wooden table accompanied by a black leather chair with the blinds closed. Maybe a bookshelf at the side of the room and a carpet in the middle--exactly what you'd expect from a yakuza boss, a typical sight. But Akaashi has proven once again that he can't predict Fukurodani as accurate as he could with the other gangs. It was bright, the windows, similar to the ones in the hallway, were displayed in its full glory. There's still that fancy wooden table and black leather chair but what surprised Akaashi the most was the fact that there were bean bags. Actual bean bags, in a yakuza boss' office. Akaashi thought that there must be some kind of misunderstanding, especially when his attention was caught by a loud--
