Haikyuu Mafia au: Its all for the kill

Part 24

Day: 10
Time: 9.02 PM
Location: Terushima’s party

Music blasting, it hurt his eardrums, and he could feel it in his whole body. The air was warm, not a comfortable warm, more like a suffocating warm, and to make it worse it smelled liked drugs, Alcohol and sweat. All the people dancing on the dance floor gave off so much sweat and body heat, he felt like he was about to faint or puke. Maybe even both. He couldn’t stand it.

He looked around to see the others having the time of their lives. Getting hit on my girls, drinking, dancing. How could they enjoy it? Did they really enjoy it, or were they putting on an act? Some of them probably felt in place. They had always had that wild side, and some of them probably hadn’t been to a party in years. At least they got to enjoy themselves, to some level at least. Knowing them, he knew, they were all on guard. Someone there wanted to take them down, to put them behind bars. He knew, he was probably gonna end there some day. That or dead in an ally way. But he wanted to stay free as long as possible. He might not have lived the best life, but even though he hated to admit it, he liked the company, he had. He had friends and good ones.

He didn’t doubt for a second, that these people who tried to take them down, had their own reasons. No one did anything just because. He knew, there was another side of the coin. No one was evil just to be evil. Like himself they had a backstory, that was why, he held no grunge against anyone, who came after him. They had their own reasons, and in one way or another, they were just as good as his own.

He inhaled, but immediately regretted it, and coughed a couple of times. He needed to concentrate, shut the world out, if he didn’t complete the task, everything would be in vain. He needed to do this, if not for himself, for the others. Yes, he would like to stay out of jail for a little longer, but he honestly would be at peace even in jail. He knew all the terrible things, he had done. He knew how many people, he had hurt, and many people had gotten a call from the police about a loved one dying, because of him. He didn’t enjoy it, and he knew, all those people hated him and honestly, he hated himself too. But what could he do? He couldn’t go back in time, even if he could, what would he do? Let his dad murder his mom? He couldn’t call the police, back then they lived far away from the police. This was just, how it was.

Twisting around the many people, he made his way to a spot, where he had an okay view over the place. In the beginning nothing stood out to him. He so the others, some of them making eye contact with him wondering, what his plan was. He so random people partying with all kinds of illegal stuff, he so guards, who also looked after anything weird, for them nights like these were probably stress bombs. So many people, and so many things happening, and they had to keep watch over a rich kid thinking, he is unbeatable. But then his eyes met someone else’s on the other side of the room. A guy with brown hair swept to the side, a pair of black holed jeans sitting comfortably close to his legs, a black T-shirt with buttons, where the top ones were unbuttoned, a black leather jacket. In that moment he knew, that that was one of the people, he had to look out for. And vice versa it seemed.

“Damnit,” He mumbled for himself, and turned on the communication devise sitting in his ear. “I found one. Brown hair, brown eyes, black holed pants, white t-shirt, above-average build, tall. Over at the bar.”

“Did he see you Kenma?” Kuroo’s voice sounded in his ear. He hadn’t looked at Kenma, so when he looked around the area trying to find Kenma, to get a better idea of where the other person was, he couldn’t really find either of them.

“I think so.” Kenma answered, as he looked over at, where he had seen Kuroo. Who looked around confused and seemed to be lost.

“We will take care of him.” Mattsun’s voice sounded in his ear. Him and Makki were going to fool him with their drunk act and keep him away from Kenma, so he could get the job done. Plus, they could get a good look at guy and a little video footage, without him knowing the mafia was at this throat.

Mattsun and Makki stumbled over towards the place, Kenma had seen the guy. They always kept their wobbly state. In any other situation they would probably had been thrown out, and told they had had enough. But all the people there were on one level or another high on something, which gave the wobbly state.

The two spotted a guy, who fitted Kenma’s description rather quickly. He didn’t look like, he was partying, except for his clothes. He walked towards them determined, while talking, probably to someone in the other end of a communication devise similar to their own.

‘Accidently’ they bumped into the guy and spilled their drinks all over him. Annoyed the guy pushed them off, but they kept him at bay by apologizing and offering to give him a hand cleaning the drinks up. They could see that the guy became more and more annoyed, and they kept on pushing him, until he had gotten enough and pushed the two of them. Normally a weak push like that, they would have kept standing, but now they fell for one reason. Immediately the guards noticed this and proceed to escort the guy out. Even though all kinds of drugs and alcohol were ‘legal’ at the party, they would throw out any people becoming violet, to keep the police away.

Sadly, the two of them got throw out as well, just because the other guy kept complaining, about how they bumped into him, and that he would call the police on them. And honestly, they didn’t care, they had had their fun and saved Kenma’s ass. They had done their job. Now it was just the rests tour.
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We love Mattsun and Makki in this house😤