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~ ๐šƒ๐š‘๐šŽ ๐š—๐šŽ๐šก๐š ๐š–๐š˜๐š›๐š—๐š’๐š—๐š ~
โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โœฆโ˜เผปเผบโ˜โœฆโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”“

When I woke up the next morning I didn't feel as groggy as per usual. I actually felt refreshed from sleeping but I had no idea if it was because of how much comfier Sakusa's bed was or the fact that I actually had some company last night. The last time I had slept with anyone was when I was a child and I ran to my parents room because of a raging thunderstorm. I've always been kinda jumpy to thunder but fascinated by lightning. It sucked when I managed to catch a flash of lightning and then straight after some thunder came bounding down, causing me to leap five feet across my room. Stupid nature...

But last night I slept like a log. An atomic bomb could've gone off outside and I still would've been sound asleep. To my surprise Sakusa wasn't there but what was there that wasn't when I went to sleep was a large dark grey blazer that had been draped over my sleeping body. It kept in a lot of heat and I was glad because I usually woke up feeling freezing cold for some weird reason. It also had his scent, you'd think he'd smell like bleach but this dude smells so good what in the fuck?? I'd happily drown in this scent - okay Y/n bit too weird. However, I had to admit that I was kinda concerned when I woke up and he wasn't there but I caught a glimpse of a yellow post-it-note on the bathroom door. So, after I stretched and put up with some of my bones and joints cracking here and there, I walked over to the door and removed the note before reading it under my breath.

"๐†๐จ๐จ๐ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ง๐ข๐ง๐ , ๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐›๐ž๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ค๐ž ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐ก๐š๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐จ. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ ๐จ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐š๐ก๐ž๐š๐ ๐ข๐ง ๐š ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ž ๐๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ซ๐ž๐œ๐จ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ ๐š ๐›๐ข๐ญ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž ๐ ๐ž๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐š๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐š๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ฆ๐ฌ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ž๐ฅ ๐š ๐›๐ข๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐ญ๐จ๐จ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐œ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž. ๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ง๐ค ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ, ๐ˆ ๐๐จ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐'๐ฏ๐ž ๐ก๐š๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ž๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ข๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž๐ง'๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ง'๐ญ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐œ๐ก ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐š๐ง ๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ฒ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฉ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฆ๐ž๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐š๐ฉ๐จ๐ฅ๐จ๐ ๐ข๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ง ๐ฉ๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง. ๐‚๐จ๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ง๐จ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ.

๐.๐’: ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ'๐ซ๐ž ๐š ๐ฅ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ง๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐ซ, ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ˆ ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐ก ๐ˆ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ๐ž ๐š๐๐จ๐ซ๐š๐›๐ฅ๐ž ๐š๐œ๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฒ"

- ๐’๐š๐ค๐ฎ๐ฌ๐š

That cheeky bastard! Who the hell watches someone sleep?! I shook off my rage which soon turned into amusement. I found myself chuckling as I still held the note in my hand. "My, my~" I see a pen left on the desk of drawers to my right so I pick it up and write something on it. "Sakusa Kiyoomi you really are something else" I smirk before putting the pen down, sticking the note back on the door and then walking out of his room to try and hunt down mine. Will I ever get used to this place?

I know you're probably wondering what I wrote on the note and well it was short and simple. '๐‹๐ž๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ก๐จ๐ฉ๐ž ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž ๐๐ซ๐จ๐จ๐ฅ'. Now this was bound to gross him out and it was a pretty good idea for payback in my eyes. As grim as it may seem. I knew that I would snore lightly whenever I was in a really deep sleep but I've never drooled before so we have nothing to worry about! Shit I better go get dressed - for fuck sake Y/n stop procrastinating!!

When I eventually found my way back to my room I threw on whatever I could find because fuck impressing people, as long as I'm comfy who gives two shits? I didn't even brush my hair I just yoinked it up into a ponytail cause I don't stick by the rules. Wow Y/n you're such a rebel~ I'm such a dick sometimes I swear to god...

This time when I left my room I actually remembered the route to their systems room so I arrived within record time. Everything was where I had left it from a couple days ago. I sat down on the swivel chair and spun around a couple times because I like to enjoy my youth and who was there to stop me?

I started humming a little tune as I waited for the system to boot up. I wonder what he had to do? This thought flashes across my mind as I think about last night. It's so strange how quickly I bonded with those four as it hasn't happened before. It usually takes at least a couple months before my walls even begin to start breaking down in front of anyone. I learnt at a very young age that trusting anyone and everyone only leads to major issues in the future, and I've got enough issues to deal with as it is. My hormonal self being one of them. Speaking of the group I hadn't been seeing much of Hinata and Bokuto lately, apart from yesterday but they must be really busy getting the equipment needed for the operation to be a success. Just thinking about their goofy smiles and over-excitement to almost everything brought a small smile to my face. They were the kind of friends that you would go to if you were really upset and needed cheering up or just because you were down right bored and needed a bit more light in your life. Atsumu was like that as well but he's the kind of person you'd go to if someone was pissing you off and they needed shutting up before you ended up shoving your foot up their ass.

His brother was similar but he took a less violent route when it came to hushing someone.

Now Sakusa...well I'm not too sure really. It's not that I don't know him enough to make a judgement it's just that there is so much to say about him. He can be extremely supportive one minute and then won't even bat an eye in your direction the next. He can act all shy and huggable and then go and slaughter a load of people, whilst he's cautious of course because if he got a single drop of blood on himself his attitude reverts instantly. I did feel really bad for him. The preparation he must go through to make sure he has no risk of being 'contaminated' (as he says) during a mission makes me feel sleepy just thinking about it.

But at the same time he could be so sweet. Like last night how he let me stay in his room, saving me a trip through the maze of a house. I know I keep calling it that but honestly this shit is crazy! I think I'm on my way to one room and end up somewhere else. It's like when you walk into a room but you forget why you went there except you don't forget you were just wrong - Y/n that was a really crap example just shut your loud ass up already. Despite feeling like I'd known the four for ages in truth I actually knew barely anything about them. I suppose Atsumu doesn't really count because I've known him and his brother for years. Don't tell him this but I may or may not prefer Osamu to him but he doesn't need to know that. The only reason for this is because Osamu used to give me food all the time, he really knows the way to a girls heart. Anyway moving on from that, the system finally loaded up and I decided to see what operations happened at each one of their owned facilities, including their Headquarters in London.

"Hmm okay let's see..." I chew on the edge of my finger as my eyes focused on the screen, I had clicked on Sydney and was scrolling through the document. Guns, knives and any other dangerous weapon you could think of are made there and shipped to their other locations. Interesting... The next facility I clicked on was Moscow and I soon found out that this was where bombs were made and other lethal substances were kept in containment to prevent them from reaching the public. Who knows what kind of shit is in there. The last location I clicked on was Rosario and this was where raw materials where mined and kept in good condition and then were shipped to their New York City facility to be checked over before being sent to Sydney to turn the materials into any lethal weapon imaginable. None of this was new to me but I was never this involved with my dads group. All he had me do was research other nearby rival mafias and gangs so that he could come up with 'the most efficient way possible to go through with the mission' as he said every single time. But after doing this much research I was shocked as to how much work actually goes into maintaining a group such a the Jackals and the Adlers.

"How is it goin' princess?" I hear a familiar accent come from behind me and without even turning around I stick my finger up at him as I type in 'Schweiden Adlers' into their main research page to see what info they have on my father and his followers (if you will). "Aye there ain't quite any need for such vulgar behaviour y'know" he chuckles lowly as he walks over and sits on the desk to my left, hand in pockets and his eyes watching my hand on the mouse.

I click my teeth and click on one of the folders that peaked my interest. "Surprised you know what that word even means" he nudges my arm and folds his arms across his chest as he sits on the desk more and crosses one leg over the other.

"First off that was rude and secondly, what're yer doing in here?" I knew I had permission to be in this room but having him ask this question made me feel as if I wasn't meant to be in here at this very moment. I throw him a questioning look and luckily he picks up on what I mean. "I'm just wonderin' cause yer ain't been in 'ere for a few days"

I make an 'ahhh' sound as I come to a point of realisation. "Sakusa recommended that I made sure I was completely confident in using your systems by the day after next cause of what's going on" I didn't even need to state what was happening, everyone in this darn manor knew. I've got no clue if it actually is a manor but if you counted up how many times I've gotten lost in this bloody place then it might as well be one! "You've got quite a bit of information on here about the Adlers but I also can't deny that some bits are wrong" he raises an eyebrow at me before hopping off of the desk and resting his arm on my shoulder and bending over so that his eyes were level with the screen as mine were.

"Okay smart ass show me what we got wrong"

I point to something on the screen and highlight it with the mouse. "This here, you seem to think that his main supply bunker is in Tokyo but that is the most incorrect thing I've ever seen" he clicks his tongue at me and I know he thinks I'm being over the top but I'm just tryna help them y'know. Cant a friend help out other friends without being judged! I mentally pout but then my thoughts are interrupted by a cocky Atsumu.

"Where is it then? Ya do know we had some of the top men in this country do research on yer father and the Adlers" he really wanted to prove me wrong and fortunately for him.

"Yeah I'm just kidding that bits correct it's actually this bit that isn't" He did. I burst out laughing as I see his face. He was completely deadpanning me and it was awesome because he only deadpans someone when they've seriously done something to mess with his mind and today was a lucky day for me.

He ruffles my hair and kisses his teeth. "Yer a right prat at times Y/n and sometimes I really wish I could zip yer pretty little mouth up" he grips my shoulders threateningly but I wasn't scared in the slightest.

Instead I tap my index fingers together with my thumbs up and I pout at him as I flash puppy dog eyes his way as well. "You weally think I'm pwetty?" I purposely speak with a higher pitched voice to tease him and it was working. He's so easy to piss off.

He makes a fake gag noise and sits back on the desk. "Please never do that again I feel so disturbed" I have a mini laughing fit but all returns to silence when his phone rings. He picks it up and the comfortable silence turns into one of suspense.

I sit and listen to all the grunts and many different variations of 'yes' that he says whilst on the phone. "Okay I got it, we're on our way now" he quickly hangs up and puts his phone away before doing a fast shut down on the system and gripping my wrist, dragging me out of the room and through the building.

"Hey! What's going on?!" I ask obviously annoyed because he was kinda hurting my wrist with the grip he had on me. Imagine his hands as a necklace - time and place Y/n! Time. And. Place. "If you don't ease your grip or tell me what's happening I'll chop your fuckin' nuts off!" However my attempt at a threat didn't work as he just continued to drag me and then proceeded to throw me out of the door, I nearly fell on the driveway and scratched my beautiful face! If anyone insults themselves I'll slap the negativity outta ya! Just kidding violence is never the answer - she says with friends and family in the mafia.
Anyway, after stumbling for a short second and then regaining my balance I'm shoved into the back seat of a car, told to buckle up and then before I even knew it we were half way down the road.

I finally manage to get a moment to turn to Atsumu to ask the question that's been playing on my mind for the past three minutes. "Where are we going?"

"To the warehouse we had the meeting at before you agreed to work with us"

"Why?"

"There's been..."

"An issue..."
โ”—โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โœฆโ˜เผปเผบโ˜โœฆโ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”โ”›
โ—ขโ—คโ—ขโ—คโ—ขโ—คโ—ขโ—คโ—ขโ—คโ—ขโ—คโ—ขโ—ค

โ—ขโ—คโ—ขโ—คโ—ขโ—คโ—ขโ—คโ—ขโ—คโ—ขโ—คโ—ขโ—ค

This is a bit of a late update but school is crowding me rn and I wanna cry ๐Ÿ’€

AnYwAy, I hope you enjoyed!

Have a Reki as an apology <33

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