Kageyama's eyes had widened, his stance defensive and his hands bunched into fists. He knew what this was: it was recruitment. He was no stranger to these, but his overwhelming sense of pride prevented him from becoming part of a group or organization. He worked for solo jobs and strayed from teamwork, choosing to be alone for his main source of income. He wasn't expecting to be hired by some unknown gang hiding out in a warehouse just outside his college. Their range of artillery were broad and just based off of their appearances they were sharp, but the hideout itself was rather unimpressive; meaning they were no large Mafia, though they were not a force to be trifled with.

He spared a glance at the man beside him, flickering his gaze to the orange haired idiot whose hands were in his pockets. The action was enough to raise his suspicions and keep his guard up. He was brought here too after all, so he had to have something up his sleeve should danger show its face. That left the other two to his left: lanky four-eyes and freckles. What were their skills?

His analysis was caught by said four-eyes, the blond sending him a rather irritated glare to counter the penetrating look. He was watching everyone just as he was, which came to no surprise. Something about his calculating stare was sending an unwelcomed shiver down his spine. They were cold, uninterested. Like the whole situation was just a simple inconvenience and a waste of time. How much experience did he have, exactly? Kageyama wasn't willing to find out anytime soon.

However, a sudden hand on his shoulder prevented him from turning around and leaving, the older man with white hair smiling at him like it was a simple greeting. "We've been keeping a close eye on you," he said, his smile only growing wider, "I've seen what you can do. You have incredible talent, Kageyama."

Baldy slapped the pipsqueak on the back, resulting in the shorter one stumbling forward slightly, only to stop himself before tripping. "He's right. We've been trailing you four around for a few months and we haven't been disappointed with the results." He waved his hand over to the man, Daichi, shifting the attention over towards him.

Daichi unfolded the slip of paper that he somehow managed to take from the smoker earlier, holding it out as he cleared his throat and read from it. "Gathering information was easy enough, but finding you boys was a different story. None of you affiliated with any organizations previous, so we couldn't gain any leads by means of public criminal records. However, searching for your birth certificates was simple and all we had to do was follow your academic trail until it brought us to you.

"Tsukishima Kei," he turned to face the gangly blond while his eyes never left the paper, "you have an overwhelming knowledge of technology and computer programming, making you able to hack into even the most remote systems. You did amazing work in Silicon Valley, giving us reason to believe in your skills which will make you a very useful asset to our team in the near future."

Daichi nodded over to the young man beside him, almost startling the other. "Yamaguchi Tadashi, your modest looks and personality have become a key skill of yours during your time with Tsukishima, allowing you to blend in with crowds and give you an advantage during infiltration missions." The comment seemed to both deflat and compliment the one in question. "We've also noticed that you share the ability to hack into heavily-guarded systems online. You and Tsukishima make an incredible team." Yamaguchi could only nod in mild embarrassment.

"Kageyama Tobio, newspaper articles claimed you as the lone survivor of a tragic house fire at age eleven. You were sent to multiple foster homes until you graduated high school. From what we managed to dig up, you've been hired for your skills in assassinations, often getting paid to take out the lesser known bosses of companies, casinos and other white-collared men. You're the only one of the four newbies here who has actually made a living for what you do, at least, in a conventional sense."

The paper crinkled in his hands when he looked over at the shortest one, the black-haired male sighing. "Hinata Shouyou, you happen to be the only one here with anything close to a criminal record. Your recklessness had almost cost you your identity on two separate accounts, not to mention your bright hair makes you easy to identify in any lineup. We've discovered your unusual and steady handle with explosives, making your role both a unique position and a secret weapon when needed. If my memory serves correctly, you're the one responsible for destroying the city's bank earlier this morning."

Hinata stiffened, his body looking similar to a threatened cat's. His back was bent forward only slightly, his knees spread apart and his feet tucked inward. He hadn't expected to be found out so early, if at all. He shouldn't feel panicked; they were criminals, too. That didn't stop him from clutching the piece of metal in his pocket harder, running his thumb over the smooth texture. If push came to shove at any time, he wouldn't hesitate in the slightest.

"I remember you now!" The exclamation came from none other than Yamaguchi, the student raising his finger to point at the bomber. He was standing just behind Tsukishima, who was sending a nasty glare straight at him. Malice laced every inch of his expression and Hinata worried for a moment if he really was planning to murder him on the spot. "I saw you at that same bank! You were crying to the police when we left, I remember!"

Kageyama was using an identical, bloodcurdling stare that chilled Hinata to the bone. His features were dark, his jaw locked in place with his eyes narrowed into slits. They were darkened, too, like they held nothing but the desire to kill and Hinata felt himself backing up one, two, three steps from the group unconsciously. His gaze was locked onto Kageyama's, like his eyes were created to trap its victims into a never ending cycle of unimaginable horrors. It was doing its job magnificently.

"You," he hissed out, venom dripping from his words, "I lost my job because of you."

Hinata felt another pat on the back from the bald man beside him, never daring to tear his eyes away from the source of his discomfort. "That's right! You sure turned on the waterworks in front of those cops earlier. You were so convincing, I almost fell for it!" He shouted his praise to Hinata as if he didn't even notice the atmosphere in the room.

Kageyama was quick on his feet, the outline of his body nothing but a blur to the shorter man as he was pulled forward by his shirt once more. He was looking back at dark blue eyes that were swimming in, what Hinata could only describe as, anger. The hand that was bunched in his shirt was warm and his knuckles were pressed into is collar bone. He felt Kageyama's breath hit his face like a gust of hot air, and he couldn't help but cry out helplessly. "My target was in that bank! I was fired because of you!" He yanked Hinata again for good measure, watching his head snap forward and lull back to its previous position like a lifeless doll. It gave him little satisfaction, but it helped ease his mind knowing that the short punk was scared motionless. "A whole month's worth of rent is gone with my pay because you wanted to blow up a bank for fun!"

The man was suddenly being pulled back by Daichi, Kageyama's hands loosening their grip until Hinata's shirt was freed and the student was able to back away another step. "Calm down," the words came from Daichi, his voice low and steady as he held Kageyama back, "We have a rule against fighting here. Settle your problems elsewhere, because right now it's essential that you pay attention."

Kageyama only yanked himself from his grasp, flashing another glare to Hinata before relaxing his shoulders and breathing out slowly. He had his nerves under control once more, but there was no guarantee that it would last long with Hinata nearby. His fingers tingled with an itching sensation, wanting to bury his fist in Hinata's face and see the brat's eye swell into a nice purple bruise.

He stared at the orange mop of hair and took a bit of time studying the rest of him, wondering why he would leave his hair in such disarray. On closer inspection with his other features, he found that he wasn't a kid at all. His real age was noticeable in the sharp curve of his jawline and the defined angle of his cheekbones. He still looked young enough to pass as a high schooler, but Kageyama could tell that he was some years older than that. In all honesty, he guessed that his height was the only thing that hadn't matured properly.

His examination was disturbed by Daichi clearing his throat, making himself the focus of interest instead. "As I mentioned before, the four of you have been under close scrutiny for three months and we've found your skills most impressive. Each of you have your strong points and each of you will be essential to our organization."

The white haired male stood beside him, his arms tucked behind his back. "We assure you that money will not be an issue," he directed his statement to Kageyama in particular; "You will not be handling any heavy jobs for the time being, either. You will be instructed by either Tanaka or I," his hand lifted and motioned towards the bald man to his left who held a cocky grin, "When Daichi is absent or busy, and most of your work will be simple errands or pick-ups. We only ask that you follow orders and only stick with the assignments that we give you. You're not allowed to make extra cash on the sidelines, what you get from your paycheck should be more than enough to cover for food and any living expenses. You're all residing in college dorms, correct?"

All of them nodded except for Kageyama, who remained still. "I live off campus in an apartment two miles south of my university. Unless you pay three grand a month, it won't be enough." He wasn't convinced to join their group until he found a suitable paycheck to sustain his need of money. He had to admit that his apartment was rather large and spacious, and all of the extra room was pointless considering he lived by himself. However, the money he received in his previous jobs allowed him to live in better quality than most people in Tokyo, especially compared to college dorms. Either they paid him more, or he'd have to downgrade his living space.

"We can't offer that much," Daichi explained, "At least, not until you've earned it. You'll have to make due with what you have for now." He was quick to cut Kageyama off on his argument, having held his hand up to warn the other that he was still talking. "I won't listen to your complaints, regardless of your feelings. You're in no position to talk back, nor are you able to leave without permission. You're part of a team now and what we say goes, understand?"

"We don't have a choice in the matter?" Tsukishima spoke up coolly, his dangerous attitude all but gone in the middle of the scuffle earlier. He was more interested in Daichi's offer, even if it meant he and Yamaguchi couldn't act on their own anymore. A job would allow them to gain proper pay without having to steal from banks, meaning a safer route for the both of them. Working his part-time job and contributing to an organization wouldn't be as bad as robbing the government like they had been doing before.

"Unless we decide to throw you out, no. To be honest, we're more in need of your skills than you are of us," Daichi admitted, sighing. "We've slipped in the rankings and we've lost connections with a lot of markets, including major drug cartels. With your help, we'll be able to make a name for ourselves again. These past few years have done nothing to aid our reputation, in fact, it's only worsened it. Karasuno isn't a laughing stock, but our name has lost its luster and it's affecting our business as well. If something doesn't change now, I'm afraid our reign in Tokyo can't continue."

"And you think hiring a bunch of college students is going to change that?" Tsukishima adjusted his glasses, frowning at his question. He was no amateur in his line of work, but he was doubtful that his presence would make much of a difference to a failing Mafia branch. Karasuno, was it? He never heard of them before.

A nod was his only answer before the shorter man beside Daichi cut in. "There's really no downside to our proposal, so you have no reason to decline our offer. Well, you can't really decline it, anyway, regardless of the situation." His lighthearted smile seemed to contradict his answer, but his expression gave no indication of false pretense.

"Let's say that we do accept and become a member of Karasuno," Hinata chimed, "What's in it for us, besides money?"

"Protection from us, meaning you no longer have to worry about the police. You can also receive new identities when under any sort of threat from members of other organizations or foreign governments. You have the opportunity to gain control of places in Tokyo, including high-end businesses and your name will grow a reputation after some time in Karasuno. You're free to choose how you abuse your power in any way you'd like, as long as it doesn't harm our profits or our members' safety."

The four of them were quiet, each of them looking at the other before turning back to the three standing across from them. In unison, they considered their benefits before they willingly agreed, some more enthusiastic than others. They saw no reason to fight the offer, besides Kageyama, but considering his current unemployment he shouldn't complain. He would take what he could get at the moment, even if the results weren't exactly up to par.

"Suga, would you mind showing them around?" Daichi pulled his cell phone from his pocket before he flipped it open and dialed a number on the keypad. "I need to make a call."

Suga nodded as Daichi turned around and headed for the exit, pressing the phone to his ear just as he closed the door behind him. The four students only waited for their tour, staring expectantly at the two older men.

"Well, I guess we should get started." Suga ushered them along towards the staircase, leading them to the platform. Tanaka stood behind them in line, watching as his friend motioned around the doors. "We use this area as extra storage for our weapons and anything else that we need to sell. Most of them are actually empty at the moment, so we use them as sleeping quarters whenever we spend the night here. You're free to occupy them at any time."

Suga opened the door to one of them, revealing a bland space with a few boxes inside and a crumpled futon in the corner, a small TV unplugged just a few feet from it on the ground. "This is Tanaka's room, since he never bothers to clean it." He ignored said member's whine behind him, moving on to show the rest of the rooms.

"Suga," Hinata spoke up after they had moved back down to the first floor, his orange hair poking out from behind Kageyama's shoulder, "What's in that room in the corner?" He pointed over at the concrete room, gaining Suga's attention.

"Oh," he shifted his eyes from Hinata to the room, frowning slightly in thought, "That's actually our boss's office. No one's allowed to go in except Daichi, Tanaka, and I, unless you have special permission."

"Daichi isn't the boss?" Kageyama's surprise wasn't evident on his face, but his voice showed it clearly. "If he isn't, than who is?"

The entrance to the warehouse was thrust open, Daichi entering quietly as he ended his call, bidding goodbye to whomever was on the other end. He looked up at the group standing across the room, the man running a hand through his hair. "It looks like you guys are going to have to start your jobs today, I'm afraid. I have an errand for you to run."