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This was a mistake. An honest to God mistake because there was no way he could handle the group before him, with quite a varying range of personalities and preferences that would surely conflict within each other. Suddenly Daichi regretted even placing a hand on the manila folder that was handed to him with all the information on the case. It was such a tempting offer from the director, to be on his way for a promotion by providing the leadership skills he claimed to own. His right hand was over his face, dragging down slowly with a groan. Oh how the director had a way with words to convince him the ride would have been worth it. But right now, in the moment as nearly every single person in the room was the “work alone” type, he wanted to declare the mission a failure.
Daichi let out a sigh, closing his eyes before opening them again slowly.
“Alright, let’s get introductions out of the way, since I’m pretty sure most of you don’t work with each other.” All of you . “My name is Sawamura Daichi. I’m the leader of this case.”
The first to speak up was a short male with cropped light brown hair, a confident smile on his face matching with the tone of voice he carried. “My name is Morisuke Yaku. I’m trained in the martial arts and I primarily serve as an up in defense.”
Daichi nodded and his eyes trailed to the taller guy next to the other, who bore curly raven hair and looked as if he’d rather be sleeping for eternity. His eyes were half lidded and he seemed tired, but his focused pupils showed he wasn’t someone to take lightly. “I’m Matsukawa Issei. They call me a retrieval specialist but it’s really just a fancy way of saying ‘thief’.” A hint of amusement shimmered in the other male’s eyes, humor in his words. So he was a joker.
“Kenma.” One with pudding-like hair followed after, shortening his statement because he was not one to waste words. He was straight to the point and only stated necessary details. “Hacker and strategist.”
“No last name?” Daichi wondered aloud, and Kenma shrugged. He had one, it just wasn’t deemed important by the young male.
“I’m Akaashi Keiji. Nice to meet you.” His indifferent tone and pointed gaze begged to differ, however, and his expression betrayed his words. Was he annoyed or was that just his face?
“Alright.” A smile grazed Daichi’s lips. “More will join us in the future when they return from the current cases they’re working on. For now it’s just us.” The group nodded and Daichi looked down, digits carefully opening the manilla folder with profiles and details of everybody important to the case. “Let me give you an introduction to the case. There are six men involved in the production and distribution of a new addictive drug, and it’s spreading throughout Tokyo rapidly. Our final goal is to eventually end this spreading, and prevent them from continuing their scandals. The problem is there isn’t enough evidence to expose and end these six men.” He turned the sheets of paper to a profile page. “Here are their names: Bokuto Kajino, Kuroo Hoteru, Terushima Keisatsu, Oikawa Shicho, Ushijima Kurabu, and Daisho Hoseki. Kajino is the owner of the most famous casino in Tokyo, explaining how this drug spreads quickly. Hoteru is the owner of a long hotel chain, one that expands throughout almost all of Japan and allows for easy hideouts. Shicho is the mayor of Tokyo - big name kinda guy and popular with the unsuspecting public. Kurabu owns a large quantity of the nightclubs in Tokyo, another outlet for dealings and spreading. Hoseki is the owner of a diamond manufacturing and transporting business. His money has a big influence so he was most likely given a cut as a way to keep him on their good side, he also is able to pass through borders easily due to his company being immediately recognized when the trucks pass through. Lastly, Keisatsu is the head of all the police departments in Tokyo, which of course makes it simple for all of them to slip out of the hands of trouble.”
“They sound troublesome.” Kenma spoke up, eyebrows furrowed in thought. He was already analyzing the situation and planning their strategies.
Yaku nodded, agreeing with the male. “I get how they all work together, but how in the Hell are we ever going to get dirt on them, much less get on the inside view?” Yaku frowned, eyes closed as he struggled to think of a way to deal with the six men practically running the city.
Daichi flipped a few more pages confidently, and a face and name popped up. “We might be able to through their sons, or upcoming ‘heirs’. First up, Bokuto Koutaro. Has a way with ladies and a flirting character who throws his money around like it grows on trees.”
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Bokuto’s face bore a shit-eating grin, half lidded eyes gazing sensually at the female seated to his direct right on the long rounded red velvet couch. His golden eyes were a perk of his that always stuck with any of his partners, reeling them in immediately when he so much as glanced at them seductively for a mere half a second. An arm hung around the brunette, the sleeves of his white blouse rolled up to his elbows as his top two buttons were undone to reveal his glorious skin just enough to leave room for imagination. His skin was slightly tanned and it contrasted well with the platinum silver hair with black streaks that he wore in a gelled up style, split in the middle. At first he hesitated to go outside with this hairstyle considering it was something completely new and uncanny, but with the positive responses from so many others, he was glad to make that decision. It boosted his confidence immensely, and confidence was quite sexy in the opinions of others.
“After this…” he whispered to her, feeling her shudder slightly against him as his voice shook her very core, “you’re coming over to my place.”
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“He sounds annoying.” Akaashi held back the word man whore that stood at the tip of his tongue, attempting to sugar coat the insults that could have come barreling down towards the male that wasn’t even in the room.
“Definitely. And to top it off apparently he wants to take over his father’s casino. We don’t know if any of the sons have any knowledge of the drug businesses yet, but it'd be a problem because they're much smarter than their old men.” Daichi’s gaze scanned the profile a second time before he moved onto the next. “Kuroo Tetsurou. He’s pretty sly and closest to Bokuto of all the sons. We suspect him to be quite intelligent as well - be careful around him, he’s sharp.”
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The man faked a gag, not amused by Bokuto’s clear plans. He couldn’t have waited until they dispersed into their own business to find a girl that’ll cling to him as he makes dead end promises? Amused grins tug on the corners of the lips his ‘friends’ bore when he made the motion. His own lips couldn’t resist the oncoming smirk, it pleasured him when he received reactions from others. Satisfied, Kuroo suddenly leaned back on the couch and tilted his head backwards, closing his eyes for a minute before feeling a presence above him. Eyes fluttering open, he caught sight of one of his bodyguards staring at his face curiously without a word, causing his heart to stop. “Yes, Fukunaga?” A slightly annoyed visage took over, but it was only a defense mechanism because he refused to admit that a tiny bit of fear slithered its way into his heart. Fukunaga will be the cause of his heart attack one day. With a blink as Kuroo’s response, he took no time to call his second bodyguard. “Lev, mind being useful?”
“Yes, Kuroo-sama~,” a tall male with silver hair and excited cat eyes declared a little too enthusiastically, placing a hand on the back of Fukunaga’s collar and pulling him up. Fukunaga just hung there like a cat held by the skin on its back, eyes still fixated on Kuroo as his slender fingers twitched twice before Lev dragged him backwards. Fukunaga glanced at Lev once, then went back to silently watching the group.
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Kenma’s mouth hung open slightly. “Intelligent?” He hesitated to say. Kenma was extremely intelligent himself, and to have someone that could possibly match up to his level meant that the agents wouldn't have that as an advantage anymore.
“He has two bodyguards. I’m used to dealing with one, but I guess I'll be fine.” Yaku thought aloud.
“We’re counting on you, so it better be fine. After him there’s the wild boy Terushima Yuuji. He’s done a numerous amount of crimes, yet has never been apprehended. His father comes through, I guess.”
“He sounds like a terrible person.” Kenma commented.
“What gave it away? The crime or his drug distributing father?” Matsukawa’s words were met with a glare from the pudding-head.
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“Oh man Kuroo, how are you done with these already?! They taste amazing!” The unnatural blonde cried out with a loud laugh, downing another shot specific to only this nightclub. He really wasn’t listening to what the drink was made of, only to the fact that it was something he never tried and Terushima was always trying something new. The shot was sweet to his taste buds, and he found himself waving his arm towards the waiter for another three of them.
Kuroo raised an eyebrow when he was called out by the other male, disliking the mocking tone that came with it. “I’m not into sweet drinks that much.” The black-haired waved a dismissive hand as he spoke.
Terushima shrugged to the reply and quickly forgot about it, as given when his face lit up when the waiter came back with what he had asked for. Downing another shot, he felt his cheeks burning as the effects of the alcohol were taking place. Vibrations traveled through his system and his spine shivered as the liquid transported down his throat. He felt like Fukunaga, as his fingers twitched involuntarily. Misaki, his bodyguard, took notice of his speedy consumption and didn’t hesitate to halt the motion of him reaching for another by gripping his wrist tightly. “Keep drinking like that and you’ll shorten your lifespan another 10 years, you idiot .” The brunette furrowed her brows in annoyance as she scolded him, but her concern was evident as well. An immediate pout appeared on the male’s lips.
“Saki you’re no fun.”
“Don’t act like ****** ! ”
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“To me they’re all just troublesome kids, if I’m honest.”
Matsukawa raises a brow. “They’re around our age you know. Just doing different things with their lives.”
Daichi was starting to want to punch Matsukawa for every retort he could come up with. “I’m older than all of you, so you’re all just kids.” Matsukawa’s eyebrows pinched together but Daichi was grateful the other didn’t say anything else. “Our next one is Mr. Popular. Oikawa Tooru. Girls and guys flock towards him like he’s a God. And what do you know, the mayor's son is a party-holic.”
☆~（*ゝω・*）ﾉ
Oikawa gawked at Misaki for a second, attention diverted from the two girls who stood in front of him and attempted to confess to him. It wasn't as if it mattered if he paid attention to the two or not, their efforts would prove to be fruitless considering Oikawa turned down almost every confession he received and this would be no different. “What do you mean don’t act like Oikawa?! I don’t pout and complain that way!” The fact that Oikawa had the audacity to screech those very words out defensively, knowing too well that he was lying to himself, was annoying in itself.
“Stop yelling, dumbass, you’re going to blow my fucking eardrums out.” Oikawa’s bodyguard and, quite ironically, childhood friend, Iwaizumi, said with a scowl. The response he was met with was a pout similar to the one Oikawa blatantly denied he ever did. Oikawa’s eyebrows were furrowed with his lips pursed, feigning offense. The two girls covered their mouths’ with their hands, giggling at the scene that unfolded.
“Iwa-chan! You’re so mean! And stop cursing at me!” Quickly Oikawa’s tone changed to teasing, “by the way, is that like, the only insult you have, Iwa-chan?”
Iwaizumi raised one brow and tutted, not affected (at least he hoped) in the least by the whines that erupted from the other boy’s lips. He did, however, become irritated in less than 30 seconds when the second half of the sentence passed Oikawa's lips. Too late to take the words back now. His arms crossed and eyes narrowed into glaring slits, annoyance clear as a vein jutted out and stood prominently when Oikawa teased. “Huh?” A dark shadow was cast upon his face, fire in his eyes as he dared Oikawa to utter another word about his choice of insult. “Did you say something?” The words dripped with venom as he spat them out.
One could see the sweat drops forming rapidly on Oikawa’s fair skin, throat dry at the look he was given. “No, no, nothing at all--!” He waved his hands in the air frantically, not wanting to be hit by the man who was supposed to be protecting him.
“That’s what I thought, Trashykawa.”
“Ack!”
“Shittykawa.”
“Now you’re just making fun of me!”
“Oh really? Couldn’t tell.”
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“I’ve heard of his bodyguard. Iwaizumi Hajime right?” Yaku waited for the slow nod from Daichi. “Yeah, he used to be an underground street fighter. I shut that business down easy though, but he was one of the guys that escaped.” Yaku frowned in displeasure.
Daichi looked over the details about Iwaizumi. “I don’t know why he would go into street fighting, he’d been friends with Oikawa since their childhood days. Any money he needed, Oikawa could have provided. His family was well off even before his father became mayor.” Bewilderment flashed across the other fours’ faces until Daichi continued. “This next guy’s name is Ushijima Wakatoshi. He’s quiet and smart. We don’t really know anything about him but basics.”
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Ushijima’s head tilted to the right and his lips were pulled into a tight thin line. He was quiet, as usual, and kept a watchful eye for anything suspicious. Having such an influence in Tokyo normally led to multiple people attempting to either wiggle their way into his money or kill him. That's why when a woman came over and began to trace his chest with her finger, whispering sensual things in his ear, he remained quiet and unimpressed. He stared at her with no emotion whatsoever, hoping it would send her on her way. It took until Eita told her to leave for her to get the message. So focused on his thoughts, the sudden feeling of two hands clamping down on his shoulders had startled him, but it didn’t show - unless you were Tendou.
“Olala? I just scared you, didn’t I? Wakatoshi-kun~.” The red-haired man’s face appeared to his right, eyes wide and lips forming an unusual smile. Tendou was good at reading and analyzing people. His watchful eyes have always been a helpful part of his personality, quickly allowing Eita to dispose of any suspicious people physically. They were a great team, and made for amazing bodyguards.
Ushijima pulled the arms off his shoulders dismissively, and turned his head to look at Tendou. He chose to ignore the lack of space between them. “You scare everyone, Tendou.” His deep voice let out with a lack of emotion. “It’s not an impressive feat.” And Ushijima wasn't lying, either. Tendou was lanky and tall with pale skin, his eyes opened abnormally wide and his mouth's shape was nothing short of uncanny. Sometimes Tendou's facial expressions and reactions felt like he belonged in a horror movie, and when Tendou became obsessed with a made up song about crushing people's hearts and breaking their spirits, Ushijima made a mental note to find a director that will film Tendou in a horror movie of some sorts.
“Alright, move along.” A hand pulled Tendou from the back of his shirt with much force. “Sorry, Ushijima-san.” Eita watched as Ushijima gave but the slightest of nods as a reply and turned back to his own business. Eita didn't understand Ushijima as well as Tendou, and he didn't understand Tendou at all. He managed, however, to figure out that using brute force was much more effective against Tendou than trying to reason with him.
Ushijima’s strong fingers took hold of a delicate wine glass, and he took a sip before placing it down gently on the round wooden table in the middle. He noted the scene between Oikawa and Iwaizumi, following up with what was occuring between Terushima and Misaki, as well as listening in on Kuroo's situation. He chose to ignore Bokuto's...scene. A sigh escaped the man's lips. This would be another long night.
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Kenma pulled out his phone, typing away before turning it over to show the screen to Daichi. “We could find an information broker. But it has to be a good one, I think I can narrow it down to three that might have more information on him.”
“That’s not a bad idea, Kenma-san.” Akaashi’s eyebrows raised.
“Just Kenma.”
“That would work for Ushijima. This is the last one: Daishou Suguru. We don’t even have a personality on him. He’s worse than Ushijima: no height, no age, no weight. All we know is his face and I don’t think even an information broker can help with this one.”
～＞°)ニニニニ＝=
A slit tongue slipped passed his lips and wet them, tracing them slowly. His naturally squinted eyes shone with amusement. Every single person in the room, closed off from the rest of the nightclub by a velvet curtain, was entertainment in Daishou’s point of view. Like each scene was a different channel on his television and he was in control of the remote. His right hand, decorated by a golden ring with a different type of diamond on each finger, was enclosed around a glass containing a golden brown liquid. A small hum escaped him. He wore a sleeveless white shirt to reveal the snake tattoo that traveled from his left arm’s wrist to the shoulder.
Taking a sip from his drink, he addressed Oikawa’s situation first. “Iwaizumi-san, you shouldn’t be so rude towards your boss, you know.” It was as if the man could sing-song those words, the teasing meaning behind them placed there on purpose in order to irritate the other male.
Iwaizumi’s brow twitched. Daishou was like a more cunning and evil version of Oikawa, ten times more disturbing. He always had a plan, and took a twisted view on the whole 'superior' complex that both him and Oikawa had. While Oikawa was just condescending, Daishou actually believed he could talk down and physically hurt those he believed were below him. Iwaizumi could never trust him, which is why he halted before choosing his next words. “Don’t tell me what to do, mind your business.” He scowled, actual anger seeping through his veins rather than just the irritation Oikawa pulls out of him. Iwaizumi despised this guy, and for good reason, too.
Suddenly multiple pairs of eyes were locked onto the scene: Fukunaga, whose fingers twitched rapidly; Kuroo, who seemed ready to pounce and diffuse the situation if necessary; Bokuto, whose brows furrowed in discomfort; Terushima and Misaka, who needed to make sure there was no way they were involved; Ushijima, who showed no expression but watched carefully; and Tendou, who’s analyzing and reading the scene.
“Waaah~!” Daisho dragged out, his ever-present smirk not faltering. “Now, now, this doesn’t have to get out of hand, does it, Iwaizumi-san?” He gazed towards the addressed man with a warning.
Iwaizumi glared in return. “I guess not,” he spit out.
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“That was all of them and their bodyguards. There’s not much more information on them, but ‘befriending’ them would be our way in.” Daichi explained. “Our first operation is two days from now, at the charity event Kuroo’s father is hosting.”
“Isn’t he a hotel chain owner? Why is he hosting charity events?” Akaashi questioned, curious to know.
“Well one of his hotels is mainly focused on sheltering orphans and the homeless. His charity event is for big shots to donate to that hotel. Gotta keep the good image up if you don’t want people to suspect you of anything.” Putting the folder aside, he gestured to one of the computers in the room while looking at Kenma. “By big shots, this means all six men will be there, and their sons. There’s no doubt some dealings will go down in the event, but we need in on that invite list. Can you do that for us, Kenma?” Kenma nodded, immediately sitting in the rolling chair accompanying the computer, typing away. “We’re looking for a file room. It has information about all of the men and their sons. Our limited amount won’t be that helpful to the case.”
“Leave the thieving to me.” Matsukawa smirked confidently.
“Locating the file room will be difficult however. This is the central hotel, so we know it has to be in there, but there’s 11 floors and 121 rooms, not counting the recreational locations. The event is going to be held in what they call the Ballroom , so that’s the first place we go. Leave the planning to Kenma and me.”
Yaku was the first to make his way to the door. “I guess I better sharpen up, don’t know when these hands need to come in.”
“See you then, captain. ” Matsukawa waved towards Daichi and emphasized the last word sarcastically.
Akaashi turned and began to leave. “I’ll be going then.”
This is when it all starts. A troublesome group of rich men with rich sons and dealings behind the scenes.