Hello all! I'm sorry for the delay for this chapter. I recently started college and didn't have any time to write, especially since my class schedule kept changing. I'm settled now and should be able to write more. Thank you for your patience, please enjoy!

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TheJadeWarrior – Thank you for the birthday wish! I don't mind taking advice from people younger than me; as long as you're not ignorant as you do it, I'll listen to what you have to say at a minimum. I think that's a good way to go about life. Yay! I'm glad you liked the last chapter! Good idea about the tags, I'll definitely try and work on that. I didn't see the misspell, it's all fixed now! I was so excited to bring Suga in and don't worry, more on Kuroo is coming later! Eyyy I'm happy your school went well, congrats on finishing another year!

~Kiera

Contrary to popular belief, Akaashi was not a morning person. He used to be, but since working full time at the Cat's Meow, that has now changed. Back in high school he had no problem getting up early. He preferred it even. If you got up early, you could start your day early, therefore; you could be done early. It was a nice deal, but working at a club meant he didn't get home until the early hours of the morning.

He wasn't very happy that Kuroo-dono had called him for a meeting before his shift started, but there was no way he'd refuse the man. He was curious as to why he was needed. He had interacted with Kuroo plenty of time, but he wasn't close to him. In fact, he hadn't had a real conversation with the man since he'd taken command. There was no telling what he wanted, but Akaashi knew it would have to be something interesting if Kuroo was randomly calling for him.

It was the beginning of the afternoon when Akaashi started getting ready. Early afternoon really meant morning for him since he worked into the early hours of the morning when any sane person would be long asleep. He double checked the clubs theme before diving into his wardrobe. Akaashi had two closets in his apartment. One for his normal clothes, and one for his club outfits. It was apparently "Sensual night" at the club; whatever the hell that meant. Akaashi didn't appreciate the night titles. While they were straight forward and to the point, they were also vague and undefined. He couldn't even begin to list the number of dancers who brought more than one outfit every night in the hopes of having at least a bit of coordination. Times like this made Akaashi grateful he was a solo act. He didn't have to coordinate with random people, didn't have to worry about someone else's timing, or any other aspect of dealing with another human.

Akaashi eyed a suggestive dark green dress hanging in front of him. While it looked good on him, and would fit with the night, it didn't scream "I'm having an important meeting with my boss" to him. His eyes continued to roam until they landed on a deep red dress. He reached out to play with the fabric, not surprised to find only a small amount. This was one of his shortest pieces, barely able to cover anything on his back or his butt. The front was more structured, which helped to play into the theme of the night. Deciding this was going to be his best option, he pulled on the dress, and a few other accessories out to lay everything on the bed.

He ignored his internal debate of which shoes to wear in favor of hopping in the shower. After ensuring he was clean, he started his simple preparation routine. After drying his hair, he put a few products in it, before allowing his natural curls to run free. He applied a light foundation to his face, carefully lined an eyeliner sharp enough to cut a man, and a highlighter to blind his enemies as his makeup for the night.

He marched back into his bedroom to start the unfortunate process of wearing clothes. Don't get him wrong, he loved his outfits, but sometimes they were a lot of work. Tonight shouldn't be too bad, but he'd definitely need someone to keep an eye on the straps on his back to ensure they laid properly. He started to gently slip into the dress, pulling the front up and securing the attached fabric collar around his neck, giving it an almost innocent look from the front. He turned around and groaned at the mess littered across his back. He twisted and turned, stretching his arms as far as he could to untangle the straps. He had to admit it looked sexy as hell the further along he got.

Calling it close enough, he moved onto his legs. He added some black straps to his thighs to show off the dress's impressive shortness. He glared at his shoes once more. The deciding factor between knee high boots and stilettos was a quick check of the outside air temperature. He never had a problem inside the club, Kuroo did an excellent job with regulating the temperature to ensure the dancers and club goers alike were comfortable, but Akaashi had no intentions of stepping outside in the cold weather with his legs completely uncovered. He pulled the boots up and took a second to admire himself in his full length mirror. He rather liked the outfit. He was happy with this color choice. It only seemed proper to wear Nekoma's colors when meeting Nekoma's boss.

Akaashi grabbed a small perfume bottle, prepacked clutch, and a coat before opening his front door. He wasn't shocked in the slightest to find someone waiting for him in the hallway.

"Ready to go, Akaashi-san?" Yamamoto asked with a smile. He was dressed in a simple black suit with a cat head on his lapel. The pin reminded Akaashi of his own and he passed his coat into Yamamoto's outstretched hand. He darted back inside to grab his Nekoma ring. He was happy to wear the ring instead of trying to find a spot to place the pin on the variety of outfits he wore.

"Alright, let's go." He said as he locked his apartment door.

"You look beautiful, Akaashi-san." Yamamoto commented while holding Akaashi's jacket open for him.

Akaashi smirked at him, purring a "How sweet." as he slipped into his coat and led the way out of his complex. It wasn't a secret that just about every member of Nekoma was wrapped around Akaashi's finger. They behaved themselves, for the most part, so Akaashi allowed them their comments and flashed smiles. He knew he was attractive, but he didn't gloat or parade around. He maintained a perfect balance between flirty and professional with the other members he passed on the streets. If they wanted something more, they knew where to find him, and how much it would cost. He didn't give special rates just because they were fellow family members.

Yamamoto got himself together enough to open the front door of the complex for Akaashi and point him in the direction of the awaiting car. Yamamoto slid in first, saving Akaashi from having to slide across the seats. In his outfit, that would have been a godly feat anyways.

"Kuroo-dono will be in the Upper Levels. I'll walk you up." Yamamoto informed him once the car started moving.

"Then let's not keep him waiting."

"Yo, Snake-face!"

Daishou hissed at the comment, but otherwise ignored it; choosing instead to continue on his current path.

"Ah, don't be like that!"

Realizing he wouldn't relent, Daishou abruptly spun around, placing him face to face with the other man. "What do you want?" He snarled.

"You should be happy to see me." The other warned low and dangerous.

"I don't deal with underlings. Send your boss, or fuck off." He honestly didn't care if he pissed him off, he wasn't in the mood for this.

"Boss is busy; sent me instead. Don't like it? Then get your own damn info." Matsukawa snapped. This brat. He was used to people, especially bosses having an attitude with him, but Daishou didn't have the pull for something like that. His bark was bigger than his bite. In Daishou's case, his hiss was deadlier than his venom he supposed.

"You got something for me?" The sly man raised an eyebrow.

"That depends. You gonna behave for me?" The Seijoh member smirked, the Snake wasn't the only one who knew how to throw it.

"Cut the crap." The mentioned man deadpanned.

"To be fair, you started this."

"'Snake-face'?"

"What? It's a cute nickname!" The tall man defended.

"Shut it!" Mattsun jumped when he found a hand pressed to his face that forcibly pushed him away. "Look, we got something. Stop flapping that mouth of yours for two seconds and we'll tell you."

"Who the hell are you?" Daishou narrowed his eyes, there was something different about this one.

"Doesn't fucking matter. You want us to blab here, or we going somewhere?" Hanamaki pressed. This man was running off of three hours of sleep and an unholy amount of caffeine; he couldn't be bothered to deal with a bratty boss and his childish partner.

"I know a place." The Snake didn't wait for any kind of acknowledgement before spinning back around and leading the way. Hanamaki nodded at his back and grabbed the pouting Mattsun by the shoulder to drag him along for the ride.

Despite their best efforts, Akaashi was still spotted as he was escorted inside. With winks and flirty promises of return, he pushed past the group to rejoin Yamamoto on the staircase. Yamamoto took one more glance back at the rest of his team now blocking off the stairs; deciding they were okay, he offered his arm to Akaashi. He doubted the man would need it, but he was wearing fairly impressive heals. The raven politely accepted the arm as he swayed his hips while he climbed, they couldn't touch, but that certainly didn't stop the lingering patrons from looking as he went.

"Akaashi-san, I can't stay, but if you need anything, Yaku-san won't be far. He'll escort you backstage as well so you can prepare before you go on tonight." Yamamoto explained as they rounded a corner and were met with a locked and guarded door. Upon seeing them, the door was swiftly opened to allow them to continue their trek.

"I suppose Yaku-san never is. Thank you, Yamamoto-kun." He replied, slipping his arm out.

"Then this is where I leave you." The mohawked man gave a small bow, followed quickly by a spin on his heel to go about his other business. Knowing that Akaashi was safe and knew his way around the Upper Levels, he didn't bother to look back as he returned to the stairs to discreetly gather his men.

Akaashi adjusted his outfit now that he was alone, and continued on the long-memorized path. He had been a part of Nekoma for so long, he knew he would never forget these halls. He recalled the first time he had walked them; how lost he had been, having to be escorted everywhere he went. Now that he was such a well-known performer, he never had an escort far from him, otherwise he would be ran over in the mob that always formed whenever he was around. He enjoyed it, really, he did, but he also missed the quiet. He missed being able to walk freely- being able to go about his day without being recognized; he craved it. He loved performing with his whole heart, but sometimes he just wanted to curl up in a corner and read his book or watch a movie. His busy schedule did a fantastic job of keeping him far away from that dream. It was mesmerizing for him to be on stage as much as he was, but he wanted something more. Something that gave him that feeling he was searching so desperately for. He didn't know what it was, couldn't even begin to describe it either, but something inside him was screaming. It felt like he was right on the verge of discovering something, but was too far away still to reach out and grab it.

He sighed as he swung around another corner, this feeling was eating away at him and he didn't know what to do about it. It wasn't an emotion he had felt before. How was he supposed to deal with this? What even was this feeling? Why did he have it? He shook his head to try and rid himself of those thoughts. Right now, he needed to focus on Kuroo. The Family must need him for something, and that's what was most important. He would do anything for his Family.

"Akaashi?" A voice called to him, a good thing too, because he almost walked right past the door he was supposed to go into.

"Hm? Oh, hello Yaku-kun, how are you?" He mumbled out, still trying to get his mind together.

"Good morning, Akaashi. I am well; are you ready?" Aware of the time, but also of Akaashi's schedule, Yaku was confident in his greeting. He raised an eyebrow at Akaashi, but otherwise didn't seem concerned by his slightly off and distracted behavior. He knew the raven must have a lot on his mind right now. A nod from said raven and his face returning to his normal simplest, elegant expression was all the confirmation he required. "Good, Kuroo-dono, is ready to see you."

"Let's not keep him waiting then." Akaashi purred the phrase out once again. Here we go.

We finally got to see more of Akaashi! Chapter 11 is on its way! Thank you so much for your support! I have written three other Haikyuu stories –

"Kiss it Better" – (IwaOi)

"Recharge" – (BokuAka)

"Echoes in the Darkness" – (BoKuroTeru)

So check those out if you're interested. See you next time!

~Kiera540