In the shadows of Tokyo|| KageyamaxReader|| Haikyuu Mafia

The pasts we protect

The sun rises in Tokyo, the wind cold and unforgiving but you sit on the rooftops and stare into the distance. Your being watch by an assassin, a good one too. "Sit with me," you shout failing in the attempt to stop your hair getting in your mouth.
Boot scuff the roof of an appartement building not far from headquarters.
"I thought I should leave you to your thinking," replied the deep sea voice. You chuckle then catch him staring at you. Kageyama turns quickly facing dawn. "Why is Ushijima after you?" Kags asks his sapphire eyes blazing.
"I left and he couldn't let go that's all."
"Surly their must- " but you never let him finish.
"Don't concern yourself with my past." It was your turn to watch the sunrise.
"But don't you already know mine, you knew my name and I've never seen you before so," You would not open up to this fool not ever, you swore that to yourself.
"I don't know your past that is your own and is none of my business." You spoke quickly preparing to leave before saying what expression lay on the assassins face. "And you haven't seen me before my face is not so easily forgotten." And you left.
"I know."
— — — — —
Daichi was in your room when you returned. Silently you shut the door, still he heard turning to face you.
'I want you to meet the team tomorrow, I you want our help ,' he continued as you stared at the glimmer in his eyes. You were taken back when you saw his love for you in them. You did not want this for your brother. You left.
Him.
Ushijima.
Everyone.
You left them all behind. Why? Because you couldn't take being second best.
'What about the alliance?' You inquired, backing yourself to the support of the walls.
'Ah i knew you would ask about that, Suga is currently sending the messages. We don't know how many will come y/n...' He paused. To Karasuno they would all come, right? The thoughts in you head began to mix and you needed to lie down.
"Just get as many as you can. If  you want I can have someone alert some outsider gangs?" Your speech shook as did your hand when it grasped open the door to beacon your brother out. To your surprise he understood your request; he left the room. Silence. Then the rustling began, hurried foot steps and the clink of gold objects. You searched for the camera you noticed earlier. Then it stopped.  Your pale hand reached for the tiny white flashing objects and as you closed your palm the camera shattered in your hand. You released a deep sigh before letting the pieces crumble on the floor and collapsing on the four poster bed. You were beckoned into a treacherous sleep. The nightmares would come later in the night.