I do not own Haikyuu
She is shy by nature, and maybe that is why she is so good at her job. She easily blends with those around her, no matter what room she enters, and most tend to overlook her. She isn't a great beauty and she isn't a plain Jane either. She is pretty enough that she can get into any event if need be and is appealing enough that she can blend in with the more casual environments when the need calls for it.
It was mainly her looks which had got her drafted into her job. Her skill had come much later, training hard playing a major part in her rising up the ranks. While skill was all well and good, the looks also played a critical part. With her wide brown eyes and golden blonde hair, she looked innocent of committing any form of evil, least of all murder.
"Yachi, your admirer left more flowers."
Hitoka smiled as Mrs. Pascal handed over the large bunch of flowers. As usual, the drop off had gone without a hitch and her next bounty lay hidden in the folds of the wrapping paper.
"When will you finally tell me about this secret boy?"
It was tricky getting her assignments passed Mrs. Pascal, who watched Hitoka's apartment better than any guard could have done. They learned early on that the best way not to be caught was to use the old fashion way, assignments printed on paper either sent to the person or collected at a drop off point. Computers could be hacked and files could easily get out and identities revealed.
"You know you'll be the first to know should I ever find out."
"He's a shy one I bet," The gray haired woman said, her twinkling blue eyes taking on a knowing look as her thin lips pulled into a smile. "He has good taste in picking a girl like you Yachi, there's no finer caught out there than you."
She tried not to blush too bright at the old woman's words. "I best leave you to your day. We still on for dinner Friday night?"
"You don't need to spend your Friday night with this old lady, go out, find you secret man, and give me some grandkids to spoil."
Yachi laughed as she walked down the hall to her door. "No man could take me from our Friday nights." She called back before she slipped inside her apartment.
Once inside she set about setting her bag on the hanger on the wall, her purse and phone going to their usual place on the counter in the kitchen as she set about preparing a cup of tea before she set down to look over her next assignment.
It was a simple enough job, take out the target on the set date, at a set time and payment within the minute as the employer would be at the scene.
Taking out the photo she observed the man. He was caught mind-laugh, looking for all purposes on top of the world. He was tall, would tower over herself had they stood next one another. Koutarou Bokuto is two years older than herself. At 27 he's still young to the world, but at least he's older than some of the other's Yachi's had to kill. He's got spiky white-grey hair with black streaks, which oddly enough suits him well, it adds to his character. He looks like the happy type and she can't help but wonder.
"What have you done that someone needs you to die?"
It wasn't that she enjoyed her job, it was more the fact in this screwed world she sometimes felt she was doing people a favor by taking out the bad guys. Sometimes the line blurred, and other times the line was clear.
Something was up. The job didn't feel right, and she'd never killed anyone who didn't deserve it. Bokuto caused her to do something she'd never done before, find her target and meet them face to face.
He worked at an animal sanctuary, his passion for saving endangered animals had been one of the reasons Yachi had chosen to see the real him, not the person printed on paper. The file itself gave no reason for why he had been chosen other than that he was getting in the way of some project that the employer wanted to be done.
He apparently owned a large amount of forested land that was home to an arrange of endangered creatures. There was also a strict no hunting law, but Yachi guessed with how he just arrived back covered in blood, a dead doe with a number of bullet holes in the body that people went against the law. Killing bad people was one thing, but killing something that had done no harm was a major no in Yachi's book.
"Miss, can I help you?"
She'd been so busy staring at her target that she'd failed to see the other man who now stood before her, his eyes also drifting over to where Bokuto stood.
"I'm interested in making a denotation, and thought I might come out and see first hand what it is you do here."
The man's face seemed to brighten slightly at the mention of a donation, clearly, they were in need of some money, because he didn't even know how much Yachi was offering.
"My name's Keiji Akaashi. I'm one of the founding members here at Fukurōdani."
"Yachi Hitoka." It won't matter that she gives her real name because she's always careful that no evidence of her being at the scene is found. Not a single hair is left behind when she sets out to do a job. "I can see that I might have come at a bad time. I...I can come back another day if it suits you better?" She asked backing up, a trick she had learned long ago.
"No, no, stay. I think that you will understand what we do better when we have bad days like today. You see, we fight to preserve wildlife and their homes, but as you can probably guess there are still those who don't care what laws are set in place."
"He looks quite broken, are you sure it would be okay to stick around?"
"Bokuto monitors all the wildlife in the park limits, he sees them every day. It's hard when he has to find them like this, but it's one of the problems we face every day."
"You don't have any guards to protect the property, I mean you know it's legal to shots trespasser." She asked, blushing when golden eyes suddenly turned on her and then suddenly he was walking their way.
"Akaashi!" He practically shouts as he slaps the other man on the back, looking completely happy, although Yachi has a feeling this is how he hides his pain."You gonna take the lady out on a tour, or just stand around all day?"
"It's fine, really. I can see I've come at on a bad day and I'm sure you'd like to go about your day without outsiders getting in your way."
Bokuto's eyes seem to grow larger somehow. "That's very kind of you Miss, but, if it's alright with you, I think a tour might take my mind off things."
She couldn't help but glance back at the truck he'd arrived in, other's going about removing the poor animal.
"It's a great pity that such magnificent creature should be killed."
"It is indeed. Come, I would like to show you something."
She casts Akaashi a look over her shoulder as Bokuto leads her away, his hand twice the size of her own grasping hers.
He leads her into a building, people who all wear the same uniform as him call out greetings as they pass by, and he answers them all.
"Further in he comes to a stop and swipes a card allowing the accessing into a directly out limits wings, and for good reason, this rings alarms bells in Yachi's mind. She has been sent to kill this man, there is a chance that he knows this and will likely try to take her out before she can complete her job. Her finger inch to grab the gun strapped to her upper thigh, hidden from view under her skirt.
Golden eyes suddenly turned on her and Yachi found she couldn't move as he grinned at her. The sudden striking caused her to scan the room only to come across a startling sight.
Baby owls. Hatchlings, if the lack of features were anything to go by. They were small balls of fluff that had the same golden coloured eyes as Bokuto himself.
She learned something about valuing life that day, learned that sometimes it was the person ordering the hit that was the bad guy and not the person on the kill list but she had a job to carry out, whether she liked it or not.
When they day came to carry out the hit, she waited on the building above, watching as Bokuto laugh happily along side Akaashi. Biting her lips she glanced at her watch then looked back through the scope of her rifle.
Inhaling, she pulled the trigger without regret, watching as the body hit the ground. The roars of terror from below didn't have an effect on her, it was Friday and she had a pre-existing engagement that she wouldn't dare be late too.
When she did, at last, arrive home for dinner with Mrs. Pascal, she couldn't help but smile brightly when she took note of the tall figure standing next to the old woman.
"Yachi, look who decided to join us for dinner." Mrs. Pascal called when she caught sight of Yachi having exited the elevator.
"Bokuto, I'm glad you could make it."