The Mafia [Haikyuu]

Old men are sus

hey, I'm lesbian

I thought you were American???

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"-I have all his information here, as well as a description. I'll pay half now, and once you finish the job I'll pay the rest. Got it, kid?" 

Zion grabbed the wrinkled papers the grubby old man held out to him. Itsuoka Tore, he was your classic corrupt business owner who wanted someone dead and didn't want to do the dirty work yourself. 

The man had obviously never hired anyone before, as proven at his lack of discretion and rudeness. Not to mention missing information.

"..Yes sir." Zion avoided eye contact as he looked the papers over. Itsuoka was a big man, probably not in the heathiest way, but Zion was already scrawny as it was, short to top it off. Old men were scary too, he didn't like them. But money was money, regardless of who and where it came from. 

The man grumbled as he waddled out of the bar they were in, his drink empty and Zion's untouched. "Stupid kids, this is going to bite me in the ass. Never let a boy do a mans job.." or something along those lines. 

Zion ran a hand through his pitch black hair, sighing as he did so. His new client wasn't exactly clear on all the bases, but Zion wasn't sure how to point that out without the man getting mad. And he'd also just walked out of the ghetto bar.  

Glancing up from the picture of who he assumed to be a drug dealer, Zion got ready to leave. Itsuoka hadn't paid the tap, placing a twenty dollar bill under a cup, he left. 

Itsuoka wanted the man in the picture, Akari, gone. He was a rival drug dealer, and was, in his words, 'stealing his business'. 

And that was Zion's job; to exterminate the unfortunate fellow who pissed off whoever his employer was at the time. 

And dare he say, he was damn good at it. 

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"Do you have the it, Akari?" A man with short black hair asked, he was about six foot. Beside him, a much shorter male- or was that a female?- with bleached hair, the roots grown out. 

"A-ah! Yes, I do. It took quite a while to round up this much, but I managed!" The man laughed afterwards, but soon quieted down once he saw the apathetic and bored faces of the two. 

He put the two suitcases in front of him, before holding out his hand for the payment. "Tell me, Akaashi, is it true Fukurodani and Nekoma teamed up with the rookie group, Karasuno?" Akari greedily counted his money, practically drooling at the amount. 

The one with bleached hair narrowed his eyes. "What's it to you?" 

The man was most likely going to rake up the price for as much as he could get, seeing as Nekoma and Fukurodani, two already wealthy groups, were teaming up with yet another group. 

"Wh-what? It means nothi-" Akari was silenced by a loud 'BANG' and his body went limp, blood gushing from his skull. 

"Kenma!" Akaashi yelled in urgency, the two already grabbing the suitcases and running. 

"I know!" Kenma touched a earpiece, yelling into it, "Yaku! There's a sniper!" Not even a second after he yelled that, a car practically drifted around the corner and the doors swung open for the two. 

"Get in!" a short male with light brown hair shouted, though all the urgency was unnecessary. 

Zion wasn't going to kill them.