Haikyuu Mafia au: Its all for the kill

Part 4

Day: 5
Time: 4.47 PM
Location: Aobajohsais hideout/Oikawas manor.

"Byeee." As soon as the door closed behind Oikawas visitors, he leaned back into the big soft chair with a sigh. He just hated meetings, like the one, he had just had. All about how to make the family happy, how to make him happy. Not that he cared, it wasnt like, he was sad because of his past. Yes his parents had died, when he was young and all. But he did fine by himself. The big manor he had inherited made a great opportunity to make money, and he took it. "Iwa-chan."

The dark-haired boy opened the door and made his way to Oikawas table. "What?" Even though he was Oikawas butler, he was casual around him, probably because the two boys had known each other a long time. And maybe also because Iwaizumi had saved Oikawa ass so many times. Oikawa would be in jail, if it wasnt for Iwaizumi. And with Oikawa a long range of other people would have their asses in jail too. So everyone at the manor was very glad, that Iwaizumi was there. They wouldnt even let Oikawa take a decision, before Iwaizumi had heard it. But mostly his ideas was quite good, Oikawa was a smart kid, just when he slipped, he fell deep.

Oikawa stood up and stretched his whole body. The meeting had taken a little more time than usual, so he just wanted to get back to business, real business. "When is the next shipment coming?" He began walking to the back of the house, his private area as he had named it. It wasnt actually that private, because many people had access to it. But he did trust those people a lot.

"Next week, but Nekoma need a new box of ammo, the exact order is downstairs." Iwaizumi watched as Oikawa digitated in the code to a secret staircase. Honestly it was just a tablet to control the light hanging on the wall, but if you pressed the buttons right, a painting would move to the side, and a staircase would appear. Iwaizumi thought, it was a little too much, but Oikawa thought it was cool, and since it was his money, he could do whatever for all Iwaizumi cared.

"Already? They got a whole box last month, how many bullets do they waste?" For people outside one box might not seem like a lot. But one box at Aobajohsai was a 1-meter x 1-meter x 1-meter box filled with different kinds of ammo. 12 calibres, 9 calibres, 22 calibres, and so on. That shit took time to make, and it wasnt like Kuroo would wait a long time.

"They are assassins." Iwaizumi continued to follow Oikawa down the stairs to the underground factory, that Oikawa had managed to create. It contained of machines to create both guns, explosives, knives or any other kind of weapon. A little area to test the weapons, mostly guns. They didnt want to sell any broken weapons. And a little office for paperwork and orders. There was also a little lift to the outdoors, so they could get the goods out.

"But how many people have they killed? Its a lot of bullets." Oikawa had noticed, that Nekomas use of bullets had gone up, and he wondered, what they used that many bullets for, but what did he care, he got money. But then again, he always been curious, about how it was to work as an assassin. But Kuroo never let him, it was too dangerous.

The backdoor opened with a smack, and two boys stepped in, one seemed like he could explode from annoyance, and the other just had this blank expression on his face. Their guns and a big bag was hidden under a big coat, but when they took them off. You could see, that both clothes had a little bit of blood sprayed over it. It didnt seem like much, before you noticed the big red stain on one of thems shoulder.

"Kunimi what happened?!" Oikawa sprinted over to the blank faced boy with Iwaizumi and the rest of the crew in his heels. It was rare that anyone got hurt, even though they worked with weapons and was a part of the mafia. But since they kept quiet, and knew what they were doing, they rarely got hurt. Especially Kunimi and Kyotani who had the job of taking care of.... unwanted business.

"He shot after us." Slowly Kunimi took off his t-shirt, while making some complaining noises. It obviously hurt him, and as soon as he got the shirt off, the answer why was clear. Around his right shoulder a piece of ripped of shirt with a big red stain was tied. The blood had managed to come through the bandage and had also stained his t-shirt, which was now laying on the ground. From where the blood was thickest, it seemed like the bullet hit a pretty lucky spot. "And he hit my shoulder, but we got him." He nodded over to the other guy, who threw the big bag on the ground. There is the money. "Oww."

"Tch stand still." Iwaizumi immediately walked over to the hurt boy. Even though he might seem like, he didnt care about other people, everyone who knew him knew, he cared a lot about his friends and co-workers. It may seem like a bad trait for a mafia member, but it had kept people alive many times. "Did it go through?" He got a mumble of a yes, as he walked around the boy to see his back. And as the answer said, there was indeed another red stain on the back of the boy's shoulder. The bullet had gone all the way through. Iwaizumi didnt have to dig for it this time. "Okay we are going to my office."

Kunimi got led to Iwaizumis office, too slow in Iwaizumis opinion. It might seem weird to go to a office, when someone got shot. But his office had become the nurses office, and he was the nurse. He had bandages, narcotics and a lot more, so over the time he had figured out how to deal with a lot of wounds and damages. Since the hospital was no place for them, if someone got too hurt for Iwaizumi to handle, they always turned to Karasuno, since Kiyoto had taken a medical education, before she joined the mafia.
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I am so tired, dont mind me -.-