The Mafia [Haikyuu]

Not a blowjob, but a job nonetheless

You not my dad! Ugly ass fuckin.. noodle head!

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"We want you to take care of their leader. His name is Suguru Daishou, that slimy snake is selling information on us." Kuroo smiled politely, resting his head on his intertwined hands. 

The two- Bokuto and Kuroo- had moved to a more comfortable room, with Zion of course being tied to a chair. Man, and he just gotten out of the handcuffs. 

There were more people in this room, some of them looked familiar from the night where Zion fucked up.

Glancing around the room, it was extremely uncomfortable having all eyes on him. "..Do I really have a choice?" he shuffled his feet underneath the table, this was absolutely nerve-racking. 

Bokuto hummed. "You could attempt to escape." his bright yellow eyes practically burned through Zion, "But of course, Nekoma would find you, and deal a appropriate punishment." 

'Wasn't Daishou part rising gang called Neheji or something?'

"Of course," Kuroo sighed leaning back, smile gone. "It's understandable you would be hesitant to work with a mafia, so Yaku here can be some.. extra convincing, if you will."

A short male with light brown hair and eyes stepped forward, gloved hands holding a scalpel. He was from Nekoma, it was obvious he knew his way around torture methods. 

"We, personally, don't have anything against you." Bokuto said simply, "But Sugawara didn't take too kindly to the fact that you hurt one of his newer members." 

The silver haired guy who had previously been quiet, sauntered over to Zion. 

'Shit- this is because I kneed that ginger in the nuts, isn't it?'

That's it? The mafia was after Zion because he kneed a guy in a the nuts?

..And he killed their drug dealer, but like-

Zion was just stupid, end of story. 

Trailing a knife along Zion's jawline, for the first time since he'd been kidnapped, he made eye contact with someone. 

This Sugawara was pretty, really really pretty. 

"I'd suggest you make a decision soon," He smiled innocently, or as innocently as someone who's eyes screamed 'murder'.

As soon as the knife was away from Zion's face he lowered his head again. He honestly didn't know how to respond, and he had to use the bathroom super bad. What if he pissed himself in the middle of whatever this was? He'd rather die. 

"Uh-" he glanced at the three main factors of intimidation, "..ok." 

What was he supposed to do? Say no and get tortured? 

Kuroo clapped his hands together, "Great." He handed a piece of paper to Yaku, "Sign this. You hitmen are all about contracts, yes? This should seal the deal." 

Yaku placed the paper in front of Zion, untying him. 

Reading the contract, Zion bit his lip, glancing at where Kuroo's name was already signed neatly in cursive. Zion would basically be signing over all of his rights, much like a slave. There was no expiration date for when the contract would be up. Twenty-three years of life, and seven years of being in this line of business, and for what? To be forced to join a mafia. 

Oh- wait, the benefits were tremendous. The pay? Holy shit, it was a no brainer to sign. 

They had given him a pen to sign with, but it was customary for hitmen to sign with their blood. It's not exactly good to be giving their name out, especially of they're killing people like leaders of gangs, CEO's, and a various amount of other important positions. Having a name to follow is just asking for other hitmen to be sent after them.

Biting his thumb just hard enough to draw blood, he placed it firmly on the line. Pealing away, his bloody fingerprint was left. 

Kuroo raised a eyebrow as Zion sat there uncomfortably, obviously waiting for some kind of response. "Psst, Kuroo, that's how hitmen sign contracts." Bokuto whispered to his bro.

"Oh," Kuroo whispered back, clearing his throat. "Good- uh, great.. Tsukishima! Give him his gun." Kuroo said quickly, sitting up straighter as Tsukishima covered his laugh with his hand. 

The tall blond placed the sniper rifle Zion had left behind on the table, the heavy gun making a loud 'thud'. 

Regaining his scary presence, Kuroo took a sip of his water. "You have a week to bring Daishou back; dead or alive. If you're not back by then, we'll assume you ran and will track you down and kill you on sight." he paused, "However, if you return empty handed, you'll be killed. Understood?"

Zion was preoccupied checking his 'baby' for scratches, internally crying over how he had left his gun behind and apologizing profusely.

Zion blushed in embarrassment, glancing up as Kuroo who had a raised eyebrow, "Um.. Yes sir." 

"Yaku, see him out." Kuroo nodded at said male.

Yaku lead Zion out of the room, which was as scary as it sounds. Having a tiny gremlin hold a gun to your back. 10/10, Zion does not recommend the experience. 

"Ya know.. He's kinda like you Kenma," Kuroo spun around in his chair to look at the star member, Kenma. 

Said male only glanced briefly up at Kuroo before scoffing and going back to playing his game, much more openly, no longer having to hide it. 

"Oh, yeah," Bokuto caught the attention of Sugawara as everyone (who was in the room for intimidation factors) left, "How's Daichi's undercover mission going?"

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Had to do a surprising amount of research on mafias for this