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~Kiera

Terushima honestly couldn't decide if he wanted to shoot them, or praise them for their resilience and creative plans. He continued to ponder his options as he marched into one of his main warehouses. This was getting ridiculous; he couldn't move any product without someone trying to shoot at him. He hadn't yet gotten confirmation on who raided this newest shipment, but he knew it just had to be them.

If this kept up, he was going to start operating in the red due to the amount of product being lost. One of the main things currently driving Terushima up the walls, was the amount of product being destroyed. He was pretty sure their plan was to commandeer the product, but it rarely worked out that way. "Creative plans" wasn't always a compliment. They were creative, in the sense that despite the countermeasures Johzenji used, they always managed to find a way to ambush them. The not-so-pleasant-part was the fact that they couldn't beat Johzenji. Their insane plans meant product being put at risk right at the beginning. Terushima had noticed a new trend with them though. They apparently decided to simply destroy all of the product if they couldn't take it for themselves. It was quickly proving to be the most annoying part for the boss. This stuff wasn't cheap, you know.

"Who raided us?" Terushima demanded as he stormed into the large docking room.

"Who do you think? It was those damn troublemakers again." A man grumbled. Terushima recognized him as the main driver for the ambushed shipment.

"You're sure it was them?"

"Of course, Terushima-dono. They're not ones easily mistaken."

"How much did we lose?"

"Not a lot this time. The cops were close by and came quickly. They got scared off before they could really make a move."

"Good." Terushima walked around to watch the back of the trucks as they were unloaded. Pleased to see the majority of his product, was in fact, there and undamaged. "What of the teams?" He questioned.

"Nothing major, Sir. A few minor scraps here and there. However, we got a good hit in."

"Who?" The boss perked up then. He had to admit the easiest way to take care of his problem would be to just kill them. If they could injure them enough, it might stop the attacks. This just might be what they needed.

"I'm not sure. It was hard to tell in the commotion, but given their reaction, it was a solid hit to one of their team leaders."

"Excellent. Who did it?"

"I did, Sir, but I'm not so sure it's a good thing." Terushima raised an eyebrow at him. This man was a team leader, but he wasn't anything special. He'd been a member of the Family for years- he was no stranger to the business. If something was bothering him, it would be worth hearing.

"What's eatin' ya?"

"I've fought with these guys before. The two team leaders are close knit. Together, they're a force to be reckoned with; but separately, their dangerous, and reckless. They seem to feed off of each other. If one is hurt, I fear what the other will do out of revenge."

"Bobata." Terushima called out.

"Sir?" The mentioned man asked, appearing out of thin air. The two other members present jumped at his sudden arrival, but Terushima didn't flinch. He knew his guard wouldn't be far from him, even though he hadn't seen him for the entire day.

"What do you think? I haven't personally tangled with these guys much. Think we're in danger of a revenge strike?"

"Depends on who was hit. I know their boss would never allow a revenge hit, but I think he's been having trouble keeping them in line recently. One is definitely more likely than the other to lash out. However, he doesn't have the firepower to be a threat." Bobata informed. He wasn't worried about a counterstrike, but it never hurt to be prepared.

"Alright. The cops are going to be out more too. Stop the shipments for the rest of the day, and delay tomorrows. That should give them enough time to cool off and let their leader chew them out. Now that one of them has been hurt, they're boss will solve our problem for us." The driver nodded his head at his words and ran off to deliver his orders.

"Here's the list, Terushima-dono." One of the unloaders handed him a clipboard. The two remaining men drew closer to glance at the sheet in Terushima's hand. They hadn't lost a lot, that was true, but they still lost product.

"I'm going to have to shuffle some shipments around to make up for this." Terushima complained.

"My team is still good to go." The team leader urged.

"We've got that deadline to meet. If we put out some decoys, and beef up the security on this one, we can meet it." Bobata helped.

"We'll have to be careful how we do it. If we beef it up too much it'll be obvious that the others are decoys. We'll travel a different route, and stay farther in our own territory all the way to the border." Terushima walked over to table a few feet away. Placing the list down next to the large map. The other two men crowded around him to continue the planning.

"If we go along this route, it'll put us closer to Seijoh and he'll be less likely to go for a revenge strike. By the time he has breathing room from Aoba, the product will already be out of our hands." Terushima finished.

"It'll put us closer to the main cops routes." The team leader said to his right.

"I'd rather deal with the cops than risk this shipment getting destroyed." Terushima finished.

"What if we went along this way, and moved closer to Date?" Bobata questioned from his left.

"It'd take too long. I don't want to risk it being out in the open that much. Besides, I don't think Date would take kindly to us parading around their border." The boss waved his hand at the plan. Bobata shrugged his shoulders and watched the people scurry around the room. The other two men continued their bickering, but he droned them out. Either way, they'd be deep enough in their own territory to be safe from the troublesome team.

It was almost inspiring how quickly they got so bold as to attack every shipment they saw from Johzenji. The majority of their products made it to their destination, but they were certainly getting more attention than they used to. They needed to properly deal with this problem soon, but this injury would at least buy them some time. If they were lucky, their boss would take this opportunity to lock down on his rogue team, but the two team leaders didn't seem like the type to listen.

Bobata grunted when the sun shone directly into his eye. Feeling personally betrayed, he turned to glare at the sun. He was surprised however, to see that the sun hadn't yet set low enough to peek under the open warehouse doors. Where was the light coming from? Nothing on the floor was reflective, but there was definitely something shining in his eye. He dragged his eyes upwards towards the ceiling and had to squint as the light increased. It was hard to see through his mostly shut eyes, but up on the supporting beams, seemed to be a small silver circle that was causing his discomfort. Bobata's face paled when the realization of what the light source was slammed into him like a truck.

"Get down!" Bobata yelled loud enough to have it echo throughout the entire warehouse. He reached across the table to push Terushima to the floor before the other man even had time to register his words. A gunshot rang through the room and pain erupted in his bicep as he toppled to the floor with his boss under him.

"Kazuma!" Terushima called in his ear. The team leader on the boss's other side flipped the table up and positioned it to give them cover.

"Sniper!" He shouted from behind it.

"I'm good." Bobata groaned, rolling off of Terushima.

"It's him!" The other man confirmed, peeking around the table.

"That kid's got a damn death wish!" Terushima pulled his gun out from some hidden pocket in his clothes. "So be it."

Terushima popped his head over the table and took aim. His target had ducked behind a large beam to give him minimal coverage from the rest of the Johzenji guns trained on him. Terushima had a convenient angle though. He could hit him, he knew he could. Before he had time to pull the trigger, his target pulled a small square out of his pocket. No one had any time to react as he immediately pressed the single red button in the middle of the black cube.

The heat of the explosion hit Terushima long before the sound pierced through his ears and rattled around inside his head. He was suddenly extremely grateful they had the mind to open the warehouse doors, as the table in front of him splintered, and him and his two other companions were thrown out. His gun was ripped from his grasp and went flying somewhere far away from him. He felt holes burn into his clothes and wood tear lines across his skin. The blast was strong enough to flip him over onto his stomach when his shoulder blades collided with the concrete outside the warehouse.

Terushima laid flat on the ground completely stunned for a moment. His ears rang and his head pounded as he tried to find his bearings. Considering the fact that it was an explosion, it wasn't as bad as he expected. An actual bomb would have reduced the warehouse to ash and instantly killed them all. Seeing as he was still alive, Terushima assumed it was a small mine stashed somewhere.

Terushima felt a pressure on his back as Bobata used his own body to shield his boss. The team leader had knelt down next to the two of them, swinging his head around to find the sniper.

"Not enough firepower, eh?!" Terushima yelled angerly, confirming he was still alive.

"Okay so I might've been wrong there!" Bobata shouted above him.

"Sir! Are you okay?" His men had slowly started recovering, and flocked to him to form a protective circle.

"Where's the shooter?!" Terushima pushed against Bobata and shimmied out from under him.

"Find the kid!" He barked out. It was one thing to go after his product, it was another thing to try and assassinate him in his own warehouse.

"Terushima-dono, let's get you out of here." The team leader shoved him forward and away from the warehouse. "Come on!" He yelled, not taking no for an answer. He grabbed Bobata to ensure the injured man followed. A few other members flanked them, escorting their boss to a secure area. The rest of the members ran back into the warehouse to look for the shooter, and salvage anything they could inside.

"I'm going back out there."

"Stay! We're supposed to have two more days." Oikawa pouted at him.

"We don't have the time. Shit's going down." Iwaizumi sighed out.

"Just wait until the morning, it's almost nightfall as it is."

"I'm already dressed, and they need one of us. I'll go now, you enjoy one more night. Take your time in the morning and then come join us."

"Could I convince you to stay?" Oikawa smirked, while his voice dropped low to tease him.

"Absolutely not!" Iwaizumi stated with finality, and spun around to avoid looking at him.

"Are you sure about that?" Oikawa whispered in his ear, wrapping his arms around his neck.

"Spoiled brat." Iwaizumi grumbled, but didn't fight him. He knew it would be pointless anyways. He wanted to stay, and Oikawa could read him like a book. He was determined to leave tonight, but a few minutes wouldn't affect anything, right?

"Maybe, but you're the one who spoils me." Oikawa kissed his temple, and let his hands fall lower.

"No." Iwaizumi insisted when his hands spread across his chest. Oikawa was kneeling on the bed, while Iwaizumi stood next to it. He had half a mind to take a step forward and let Oikawa fall on his face, but he couldn't get his body to move.

"Just one kiss." Oikawa urged.

"You're a minx, you know that?" Iwaizumi complained, carefully spinning around in his hold to face him.

"I'm okay with being your little minx."

"Just stop talking."

"Hmm, kinky." Iwaizumi decided kissing him was the appropriate course of action. It would at least keep him from talking. Iwaizumi didn't mind if he opened his mouth. He was even okay with noise coming from his mouth, but he had no interest in listening to him talk anymore. One kiss turned into two. Two quickly turned into three, with no indication of stopping anytime soon.

By the time Iwaizumi managed to pull away from Oikawa, half of his shirt's buttons were undone and his hair was thoroughly messed up. Oikawa tried to chase him, but Iwaizumi held him away. If he didn't leave now, he would be stuck for the night.

"I have to go." He said again.

"I know, but I don't want you to." Oikawa said, getting as close to him as he could.

"I know. I don't want to, but we can't leave them on their own." Oikawa dropped his head down onto his shoulder and grumbled.

"Let me at least go check on them. If everything's okay, then I'll be back by the afternoon."

"Fine." Oikawa finally relented, untangling his arms.

"Rest. You need it." Iwaizumi pushed him down to lie on the bed. He gave him one last kiss, before dragging his body away from him and out the door.

Iwaizumi marched down the stairs to the private garage, slipping into his car. One of his favorite parts of their shared flat, was the secret entrance and exit attached to the garage underneath their feet. He pressed a button next to his rearview mirror, and the wall of the garage started sliding open. The tires squealed as he floored the gas, tearing away from the building and speeding towards Seijoh's HQ.

He reached over and pressed a few buttons on his console to call Matsukawa.

"Yes, Sir?" Matsukawa's voice answered a few seconds later.

"I'm on my way."

"Oh? Oikawa let you go early?" Matsukawa snickered at him.

"Hanamaki. Smack him."

"What makes you think- OW! Takahiro!" Matsukawa yelped in the middle of his sentence.

"Wherever you are, Hanamaki isn't far behind." Iwaizumi countered.

"The same can be said about you and a certain someone." Iwaizumi could hear Matsukawa's eyebrows wiggle in his voice. Another smack sounded and a new voice spoke now.

"What about Oikawa-dono?" Hanamaki asked.

"He's staying put."

"Sounds good, Sir. We'll see you soon." A beep sounded, proving the end of their call. Iwaizumi was ready to return, but he hated that he had to leave Oikawa early. He just hoped the other man could stay out of trouble until they were reunited.

Bokuto could smell the smoke before he could see it. Somewhere deep inside of Johzenji's territory, rose a large pillar of black smoke. He knew their HQ wasn't hit since he was currently a few more steps away from it. There was too much smoke coming from one area for it to have been a random civilian fire. Someone had just hit Johzenji. If Bokuto had to take a guess, it was either a warehouse full of product, or a storage facility. Who would do it though? Johzenji steered cleared of wars between the families, and rarely got involved in any themselves. Who did they piss off enough to get blown up? His answers appeared to be closer than he thought when he rounded the final corner and saw Terushima being escorted to their HQ from the opposite direction.

"If you're here to kill me, you can wait until tomorrow. I'm not in the fucking mood." Terushima snapped at the other boss.

"I wasn't planning on it." Bokuto's eyebrows blended into his hairline. Someone tried to assassinate Terushima?

"What do you want?" Terushima halted his path. He wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone, especially not a rival boss, but a phrase rang in his head, "Word has it that he might be coming to you soon for a normal job." was that snake actually right? How did he know Bokuto would come to him? He couldn't risk turning him away, this could be his only opportunity to infiltrate Fukurodani.

"Just to talk to you. Got a minute?" Bokuto asked. He wanted to talk to the man soon, but he didn't want anything to do with him if he was currently irrational.

"Come inside then. Bobata, get to the medics. The rest of you go, we'll be fine." Terushima ordered. Grumbles started up, but they knew better than to argue with their boss when he was like this. "Oh, he stays out here too. It's just us." Terushima pointed directly to the corner Kohona was still hidden behind. He had ducked around the wall before they had been spotted, so he had no idea how Terushima knew exactly where he was.

"Stay out here. Don't try to break in." Bokuto ordered low enough for only Kohona to hear.

"Yes, Sir. Just buzz if you need me." Kohona answered just as quietly. He was pissed about being left outside once again, but he knew it would go better if he stayed away. Besides this way, it would allow him to keep an eye on the entrance points and make sure an ambush didn't happen.

"Keep an eye out. I doubt they would attack him here, but see if you can't overhear something. I'll try to figure out what's going on while I'm in there."

"Understood, Bokuto-dono." With that, Bokuto strode forward, lining up besides Terushima.

"Follow me." He instructed. Bokuto followed him through a winding hallway, passing several other doors, before arriving at what appeared to be a solid wall at the end of the hallway.

"Do me a favor- don't tell anyone about this." Terushima slid his hand over a crack in the wall to his left, his fingers hooking onto something that Bokuto couldn't see. With deft movements, Terushima manipulated whatever was hidden under his hand in a certain pattern and the wall in front of them creaked as it slipped backwards and revealed a door.

"I've got to get me one of these." Bokuto gasped impressed when Terushima pushed the hidden door open and revealed a large, luxurious room.

"Right? It's pretty cool." The blond smirked, clearly expecting that reaction.

"What's the point of this?" The Owl mocked him. It seemed extreme in his eyes.

"I don't like having uninvited guests."

"Speaking of which?" Bokuto prompted.

"Later. Pick a chair, I don't give a shit which one. I want to change." Bokuto took a moment to finally get a good look at the other boss. His hair was sticking up at all angles, and black smudges clinged to his face and body. His clothes were littered with burn holes. Thin cuts covered his body, with blood dripping out of the majority of them. In short- the man looked like shit. It was the polar opposite of how Kuroo looked for their meeting, and how Bokuto was currently dressed.

"You might want to get that one looked at, otherwise you'll end up like me." Bokuto gestured at his own scar-covered cheek. Terushima gave him a curious look and brought a hand up to feel his face. He hissed when he made contact with a large gash across his right cheek.

"That damn table." He hissed again through gritted teeth. He had been too preoccupied to even notice the cut, but now that he had, it burned enough to make it impossible to forget about.

"Well if you didn't insist on fighting tables, you wouldn't be in this situation." Bokuto quipped.

"Don't make me shoot you." Terushima pointed a finger threatening, leveling a glare at him. The table happened to be one of the main reasons he was still alive. It might have torn his body up, but it did help dull the blast.

"Try it." Bokuto voice dropped threatening, and he let that statement sit heavy in the air. "With what weapon?" He finished, softening his voice slightly.

"You think I don't have something around here?" Teru knew he was pushing his luck too far, but he couldn't help himself. It was his nature to tease people. He needed time to get a feel for Bokuto if he was supposed to "wiggle his way inside Fukurodani." his brain reminded him.

"Not before I get to mine." Bokuto lifted his suit jacket to reveal the pistol strapped there. Terushima had other weapons on him, and knew Bokuto did too, but he didn't feel like using them at the moment.

"Fair point." He said instead, letting the tension drop.

"Tell me, Fukurodani, what can I do for you?" He asked, ignoring his current state to drop onto the couch behind him.

"Feel like running a job?" Bokuto smirked at him. He already knew the other man's answer.

It's really starting to pick up now! I'm really excited for these next few chapters, so I'll try to get them out as fast as I can! Chapter 9 is in progress.

See you next time! ~Kiera540