Hoping off the bus and checking his phone for the utmost time for directions, Yamaguchi followed his GPS around the corner and down a small, busy ally. Filled with people, the smell was overwhelming at first but as he stood in line with a crowd of others his nose adjusted accordingly. Brushing down his neatly pressed shirt, the slender man took subtle glances at the others around him gauging his fashion or indeed Suga's fashion choices to be fitting for the atmosphere. He had hoped to head home, shower and get a nap, ensuring that he'd be awake and ready for the late night clubbing. Instead after work and a short, restless nap he had received a rude awakening from Nishinoya, Suga and Suga's scary looking boyfriend.

"You didn't think we'd let you go in alone did you? This is your battle council." Frowning as Nishinoya bounced eagerly on the end of his bed, Yamaguchi rubbed his eyes with a drowsy hand.

"Battle council? For what?"

"Your date" Nishinoya replied happily. Sliding up the bed to rest his head on the pillow beside him, the short man grinned. "You weren't even going to tell me about it. Good thing Suga is on the pulse point of everything." Rolling his eyes as he awkwardly hopped out of bed, He tried to avoid the three pairs of eyes pinned on him.

"I might have" he corrected, pulling on a hoody before pushing passed Suga and Daichi and onto the bathroom. "When did you guys arrive anyway?"

"Oh we've been here for hours" Daichi said with grin. "Suga was insistent you needed some help. I thought you'd be fine though." Thrilled with this vote of confidence, Yamaguchi brushed his teeth and hair with plenty of time to spare for a coffee and a nice take out dinner.

"So you're wearing jeans and what else?" Clicking on the kettle and frowning over the breakfast nook at his boss, the dark haired man shrugged.

"This hoody." Shaking his head as he tossed him a bag, Suga hopped up on the stool beside the nook.

"It's Jazz. Fancy dance club and cocktail bar, you'll need more then a hoody to get in."

"And good hair." Tussling a hand through his house mate's hair, Nishinoya nodded. "Don't worry, I've got that covered."

So now he was standing in line, money in hand to collect a stamp on his wrist at the door. Moving through the crowded dance floor and past the blustering bar, Yamaguchi glanced at his phone for the time. The line inside had gone on longer then he'd expected, it was well passed two am, hopefully Tsukishima's set would be longer then a fifteen minute run. Moving with the crowd and enjoying the beat and bass ringing around him, he was pleased to find the central stage was not a hard thing to miss.

At the center of the dance floor sat a high podium. Perched upon the mass and swam of people was a deck and platform. His heart sank, instead of the bright eyed, blonde who'd pinned him to his seat that afternoon, a masked DJ took the main stage. The music pounding from the speakers around him had the slender man swaying with the crowd, trying in vain to scan the room of hundreds to find his blonde coffee date. Coming up blank with a twist in his neck, Yamaguchi moved with the crowd and worked in closer to the stage. Maybe he'd missed Tsukishima all together, or maybe this DJ was running overtime. When a good beat had the room jumping you couldn't cut DJs straight away, besides the night was young and he had the time to wait.

Managing to sneak a peek at the set list however his heart immediately sank. This masked DJ had been on the decks since one thirty am and had a three hour set. Cringing as realisation set in Yamaguchi knew he was being stood up. Hell the guy probably worked for the club and was just prompting it. It was a two thousand yen cover fee and he'd been right ripped off. Gritting his teeth as he rounded on his heel and tried in vain to work his way back through the crowd. Passing the podium with it's imposing, masked DJ, Yamaguchi narrowed his eyes as he took in the lights and smoke surrounding the darkly clad figure.

There was a small, small possibilities it could be Tsukishima but why would the man would hide himself but then instructed him to come. It was unlikely and he didn't believe it for a second. Swallowing the bitter taste in his mouth, his head beginning to pound with lack of sleep and irregular sleep patterns Yamaguchi pushed out to the club front without even looking back.

Listening to the fading beat of the music as he pounded the pavement, the dark haired man wished for something to take his mind off the dull ache in his stomach. Waiting at his bus step and ignoring the fumbling, drunken crowds surrounding him, his phone became in easy distraction. The minute he appeared online, Nishinoya had sent him through a message.

That was a short date. Things all good?

Sighing as he let his head rock back against the glass wall of the bus cubicle, Yamaguchi pulled his jacket in closer around his borrowed shirt.

I got stood up.

Watching the little pen dance across the screen, he glanced up at the incoming bus, shattered to see it wasn't his number.

FUCK! Chin up buddy. At least you got to see the Raven.

Tucking his hands into his shirt sleeves with loosened buttons, Yamaguchi managed a small smile at his friend's positive outlook.

Big masked DJ with the feathers and smoke? Yeah, it was pretty cool.

Settling in as his bus arrived and he managed to snag a seat away from the drunken mob, he awaited Nishinoya's reply, pleased for the distraction.

He's ranked like number twelve in Japan, a rare chance for such an open gig. You wanna drink when we get home? You got tomorrow off yeah?

Of course Nishinoya would want to get down to the important details, like getting drunk and eating some crazy late night snack.

Yeah, sounds good. Do you still have that deep fried sandwich recipe?

Always buddy. See you soon.

Two beers and a stack of deep fried mayonnaise, cheese and chunky chicken sandwiches later, Yamaguchi was feeling considerably better.

"I think" Nishinoya slurred, rubbing a sleepy hand over his eyes and fluffing up his limp crown as he did. "I'd prefer it if a chick wore bikini grade shorts to bed rather then lingerie." Scoffing as he pushed his left over crust across the plate, Yamaguchi yawned.

"Everything with you comes back to volleyball." Blowing him off with a small wave, Nishinoya flipped through the blaring TV stations until settling on the start of a Western film.

"That's because ball is life." Thrusting his phone square in the younger man's face, the bleach fringed man grinned. "Look, the gig you were at for a whole ten minutes."

Flicking his eyes quickly to his left and taking in the crowded club snap posted via some social media, he nodded, defeated.

"Yeah, suppose it was."

"Hey," poking him in the face with his phone, Nishinoya pouted. "Don't be like that. Just get back on the horse and get on with it." Taking his house mate's advice with a gain of salt, Yamaguchi nodded, heaving himself up and off the sofa.

"I know. Thanks for listening and everything yeah."

"Heading to bed? Sleep in okay. Suga doesn't want to see you tomorrow." Laughing sleepily as he moved off to his room and collapsed face first into bed, Yamaguchi rolled over as he heard his phone buzz. An alert from Facebook and a friend request made him curious, enough so to get him shrugging up on his elbows and sliding open the notifications.

You have one new friend request from Kei Tsukishima

Pulling a face and all but tossing his phone across the bed, Yamaguchi refused to even look at his phone again. At least until he was more awake and a little less tipsy.

It worked for a whole three minutes.

Grabbing his phone and pulling up the profile of the man who'd so careless tampered with his heart, Yamaguchi scowled as he scanned through the almost blank profile. Beyond a couple of picture tagged by a man titled the blonde's brother, it was remarkably plain. Nothing like Yamaguchi's own profile filled with check ins and statuses. Hovering over the confirm button, he by passed it in order to check a backlog of messages. One was from Suga, asking if everything went okay. The other was from Nishinoya, sending him a link and the final was from Tsukishima. Flicking open the message with an uncomfortable sinking feeling in his gut, he was surprised at what popped up on the tiny screen.

It was a reflection of the picture Nishinoya had shown him before, but instead of the floor view with the crowds of people dancing beneath the grand podium and it's masked leader. This was a sky view. The majority of the shot was taken up by a flood of feathers, the rest was of a crowd moving as one below. There was only once place this photo could have been taken and that would have been perched on the centre stage itself. The attached message only made the photo more cryptic, enough that he had to read it twice.

Two am on the dot, you out there somewhere?

Eyes widened at the message, Yamaguchi shook his head in amazement. A small part of him had wanted his timing to be off, for Tsukishima to have preformed earlier or later then he had arrived or departed. But this threw somewhat of a spanner into the works.

When did you go on?

Sending off the message with trembling fingers, the cold forcing him beneath the blankets, Yamaguchi couldn't believe what conclusion his mind was coming to.

One thirty am.

His jaw almost dropped as he thought over the night's events and what he'd witnessed. Could it really be the cool, calm blonde behind that grand mask of feathers and leather? Shaking his head as he awaited the confirmation, he was skeptical as he replied.

You're the Raven?

No shit Sherlock

Filled with disbelief, his fingers flew across the tiny keyboard.

Prove it

What do you want me to do? Turn up in the mask at the cafe tomorrow? Someone did a real number on you didn't they?

That cut a bit, especially when it was so uncomfortably close to the truth.

Yeah sure

Expecting a critical reply, something laden with defensive snark Yamaguchi was surprised when a simple one line message came through.

THERAVEN_DJ

Clicking open the link to Twitter, Yamaguchi scanned the profile nervously. Dates, links and photos of various gigs. The minimalist profile and biography gave nothing away. The latest post was from that night, information about the club and the set times. Refreshing the link with a sour face, Yamaguchi knew he was being played. There was no way the twelfth best DJ in Japan would just reveal his secret identity to some random he'd just met that day. It was impossible, impractical and yet his heart was pounding out of his chest as the feed reload, fresh with a new image.

Crows thanks for coming out 2night. As always a banging set at JazzNIGHTCLUB looking forward to the next 1. Shout out to Frenchfries from Sugar

The picture previously linked through Facebook flashed up on screen as he heart jumped. Frenchfries... There was no way Tsukishima remembered his favour choice of food, there was no way. And yet there it was and in a double hit of evidence, his work at Sugar had been mentioned as well.

I walked out after ten minutes

It was an odd confession, but he thought it fair especially when his companion was being so open and honest.

Owch. Too much effort or the beats not your style?

Back peddling quickly, he couldn't almost hear the sour tone through the message.

I thought you stood me up

Burying his blushing cheeks into his pillow, Yamaguchi resisted the urge to bite the fabric to work out his frustrations. Now he just sounded like a whiny little bitch and that was even worse then coming off as rude.

Didn't mean you couldn't enjoy the beats

That was true, but he'd hated the insecure feeling so much he just had to leave. Phrasing that into words however was harder.

Sorry. Thanks for inviting me

Stay longer next time, I promise you'll like it

Feeling his face burning and his mouth run dry, Yamaguchi had no idea how to reply. Even through text it was plain to see the other man was flirting with him, if not a little pissed off. The heat and carnal intent behind his words were clear as crystal, it was near impossible to believe. A world class DJ, a beautiful, tall blonde babe, going through the effort of not only offering him a public shout out, but also a continuous flood of heated words. Hiding his face in the sheets with a small smile, Yamaguchi let his mind and heart wonder at the possibility.

I will next time, promise.

You better

Came the curt and blunt reply, leaving him feeling tingly and hot, making sleep almost impossible.