Game On - A Haikyuu!! Mafia AU

- Chapter Eighteen -

•Recap •

And the figure standing in the doorway with narrowed eyes and a gun in hand confirmed his ice cold suspicions.

Oikawa.

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"What have we here?" Oikawa preened as a smirk tugged at the corner of his upper lip, grip on the pistol tightening as he focused primarily on Semi. "Thought you would be his savior, hm? How sweet."

Semi narrowed his eyes, angling himself in front of Kageyama as the cadet managed to push himself up, holding an arm out as if trying to bar him off from Oikawa. "Don't make this difficult."

"Difficult?" Oikawa almost laughed, a sort of condescending huff, as he held the gun up and cocked the trigger with his index finger. "Oh, and here I am as the bad guy. I have a gathering to get to, don't make me fight you, Eita."

Semi furrowed his brows as he rolled up the sleeves of his overcoat slightly, still keeping Kageyama safely guarded behind his shoulder as he held a burning eye contact with Oikawa. "Well, Tooru," He spat the name as if it left a bad taste in his mouth. "Won't you love dealing with Ushijima once you kill me? With Satori? With the power of the very mafia you were terrified of just days ago?"

Oikawa grimaced, lip curled in almost a snarl. "I'm afraid I have to keep you alive for your poor excuse of a leader, don't I? But for the record.." The shadows bending off his face almost making it seem as though his eyes glowed as he responded in the most even tone possible:

"I definitely will."

And then he pulled the trigger.

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Bokuto had been the next to arrive, much to Kuroo's joy, as they'd practically tackled each other in a fit of brassy laughter the moment they'd set eyes on one another.

They'd recovered their relationship after the casino incident, agreeing that Akaashi's injury was an accident and they could still be allies. They'd both been overjoyed at the conclusion, and that led to now, gripping onto each other as if it had been years.

Akaashi stood off to the side with Kenma, the duo continuously eyeing each other as they refused to discuss the casino at all.

Kenma seemed more tense than Akaashi was, trying to distract himself with a glass of champagne one of the walk-around waiters had offered him.

He wasn't too fond of alcohol, but it certainly helped when he needed to look busy. He raised the glass to his lips, slowly peered at Akaashi over the rim.

He didn't seem too worried, more calm and 'Akaashi-like' if anything, collected and standing straight with the same irritatingly good posture Kenma had come to recognize. Hands always folded neatly in front of him - though occasionally he'd fidget with his fingers - chin always slightly raised.

Kenma sighed, looked away. He wouldn't spend his night dwelling on how perfect someone else was.

He knew he had thought that too soon when his eyes landed on a new arrival by the main doors, his face taking on a faint red as he hurriedly set the champagne down on the bartop beside him.

Black hair, big brown eyes, flawless skin, and to top it off a radiant smile. He wore a smooth black dress shirt that was tucked into his slacks, which gave everyone a glance of his thin waist and long legs.

He wasn't handsome, that wasn't the right word.

He was ethereal.