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 didn't know what he was getting himself into.
He really didn't.
It's not like he was unaware of the practices of the mafia—he knows more than he should, honestly. He knew the terms, the traditions, but he also knew it varied from one mafia group to another. Being in Fukurodani felt...both normal and weird at the same time. Sarukui toured him around like it was just some company they were running with all the departments he was introduced to. The building was nice and sophisticated, the white walls were decorated with a touch of green and black from the potted plants as sunlight seeped through the blinds of the windows. Unlike Itachiyama's place where everything looked depressing and cold, Fukurodani felt...cozy.
"Bokuto-san's a minimalist like that." Sarukui jokingly told Akaashi when he glanced over at him and found him looking around the place in confusion and in awe. Akaashi would have guessed, Bokuto seemed like the type to enjoy sunlight and fresh air. And videogames. Akaashi gently shook his head as he kept following Sarukui, entering the elevator with him. "And what do you think so far?" Sarukui asked as he pressed which floor they were heading next. "It's...white. And black. Sometimes." Sarukui let out a laugh, and Akaashi jumped a little internally at the way his laugh bounced off the walls that made it seem louder than it actually is. The elevator doors then opened with that usual 'ding' and Sarukui stepped out with Akaashi close behind,
"Alright, let me introduce you to some people, then."
Sarukui started off easy, introducing Akaashi to people he had met in some way. The first one had medium brown hair with an undercut, and Akaashi knew exactly who he was. Komi Haruki, also known as "Komyan", is usually seen with the tall guy who has medium-length dirty blonde hair and narrow eyes, Konoha Akinori, who goes by the name "Jack" sometimes and the both of them are usually tasked to run some errands for their higher-ups.
Akaashi knew them well, and the way their eyes widened and glanced at each other told Akaashi they haven't forgotten about their encounters either. Sarukui brought him to meet Washio Tatsuki next—a big, scary-looking guy who was in-charge of cleaning up after his oyabun and also the consultant of, well, everyone, including Bokuto himself. Washio looked intimidating and intense, especially when he gave Akaashi a nod but that all went away when Sarukui thanked him for the tea Washio apparently prepared for him that morning.
Sarukui was now leading Akaashi through the sleeping quarters to show him where he'll be staying. The halls were long and quiet, painted in black and white, and the way the doors were spaced from each other told him the rooms are not at all small."So that's it," Sarukui turned to face Akaashi, stopping in front of a door, "Those are the key people in Fukurodani that you needed to know." Akaashi stared at him for a moment. There was one person Sarukui hasn't introduced him to and Akaashi doesn't know if he's allowed to ask about—
