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[ it's late enough where most of the light in the hall is from the moon, and nishinoya rubs the sleep out of his eyes. he's exhausted, even if he didn't have huge pressing errands to run, just a few protection details, it still took a lot out of him. actually, it was probably more exhausting because of how boring the day was. whatever. details.

of course, when he comes into the room he comes to a dead stop at the sight of asahi. he's go blood all over him, and he looks miserable, like he just lost a fight or accidentally hurt a back alley dog.

he keeps his voice quiet as he speaks, trying not to startle him. ]

What the hell happened?

[ The effort is appreciated, it really is, given Nishinoya's tendency for boisterousness, but Asahi startles nonetheless. If he'd expected anyone would still be here this late, he would have just gone back home.

Its obviously too late for him to turn around, maybe pretend like it's not as bad as it looks, but he has to at least try to keep this quiet. He hates to worry the other members. ]

It's nothing, really.

Asahi...

[his voice toes the line between incredibly judging and weirdly tender. nishinoya has gotten really good at reading people since he joined the gang, but that skill is totally unnecessary after seeing the blood splatter all over asahi's front. unlike daichi, suga, ennoshita, hell, unlike everyone, asahi likes the fights and kills to be as clean as possible. this much blood means something must've gone awry.]

[ A small cringe at Nishinoya's tone; one Asahi doesn't feel he exactly deserves right now. When things get out of control like they did tonight, when he has to hold a man down with his bare hands and watch the fight fade from him, he never feels quite right afterwards. It doesn't matter that he was doing right by the community, by Karasuno, by the brotherhood-- it still leaves him feeling raw and unmanageable.

Swallowing. ]

C-could you grab my spares?

[ They all keep changes of clothes here, just in case. It's a bid for time, a request that they not talk about it-- even if just not right now. ]

[he pauses for a long, silent moment, almost like he's thinking about it. almost.]

Yeah, sure.

[he slips away to the spares closet, pulling out asahi's things. it's not like he had everyone's spots memorized, but it's easy to find the biggest set of clothes. nishinoya couldn't help but sigh as he closed the closet and made his way back - he wished asahi would just tell him shit instead of acting so scared. they've had some really, really rocky moments together and pushed through it, the least he could do was trust nishinoya sometimes.]

Here.

[ The temptation to slip out through the emergency exit and avoid this conversation entirely is almost overwhelming, but Asahi is tired and the blood on his formerly crisp white dress shirt is starting to crust. Running away from Nishinoya is only going to make matters worse.

He's got his holsters off, set on the counter where they hopefully won't stain anything else, and half his shirt undone by the time Nishinoya comes back. ]

Thank you.

[ He tugs his shirt tails out of his pants, and at least those are still white-- though his fingers smear blood across the pearly buttons as he undresses. Asahi doesn't want the conversation to come back to him so quickly, which he knows will happen if he leaves Nishinoya a moment to get back on track, so he asks, ]

What are you doing here so late?

Don't mention it.

[asahi couldn't outrun a parkour and annoyed nishinoya, so there isn't really a point in trying.

he sits up on the counter, watching asahi change, taking note of all that blood getting on his hands, his buttons, on the fabric of his white white clothes. he doesn't mind going off track for now, but there's no way he can let it go for the rest of the night.]

I just got back from protection detail around the warehouses, and I wanted to get some stuff I left here.

[ High hopes, and all that. ]

Tanaka went home?

[ Not that Asahi knows either of their schedules, but they're usually together if they can wrangle it that way. It's asked offhandedly-- as conversational as one can get while covered in another man's blood-- like he isn't mostly asking for selfish reasons. Asahi didn't expect an audience of one for this-- he definitely doesn't need Tanaka rounding the corner any minute, ready to add fuel to Nishinoya's fire. ]

Yeah. I was supposed to catch up with him there.

[ 'supposed to' being the operative phrase, because now his hands are in his pockets, fidgeting on the edge of his phone, considering telling tanaka he'll be later than expected. on one hand he knows getting asahi to talk about this will be more difficult than pulling teeth, but on the other hand he really, really wants to know what happened. to be here if asahi needs him.

that's what the gang is for, right? ]

I guess it's useless for me to point out you still can?

[ With his shirt tails hanging out and his front undone, Asahi unhooks the buttons at his cuffs and tugs the sleeves past his wrists. The shirt comes off easily, fine fabric unusually weighted, and Asahi frowns down at it. Their contributions and restructuring of the prefecture had paid for the little trip to Italy that had resulted in the purchase of this shirt, among many other trinkets and memories-- but with any rise to power comes enemies. Those in power, never want to give it up, and they'll do anything to take it back.

He's going to need to incinerate the shirt. ]

Should have dressed down...

[shrugs] I've got all night to catch up with him.

[ that pretty much settles that - nishinoya sends ryuu a quick text, not giving him a lot of details before shoving the phone back in it's hiding place. he watches asahi pulling off his super fancy shirt, only leaving him with more questions than he started with.]

Did you dress up to get the mark's guard down or something?

[ There isn't a lot Asahi can do to fold the shirt up, but he can't just bring himself to crumple it like the trash it's arguably become. Turning it in on itself, once, then twice, keeps the worst of the stain out of sight. He sets it down on the counter, next to his holster, and starts collecting supplies to clean himself up.

He shakes his head. ] No, it was just supposed to be a relations meeting. [ Which Asahi hates, but understands his role in. He wets the washcloth he's found, and leaves the warm water running. Dried blood on skin itches. ] Funny enough, I think we'll still be on good terms.

[ Its not funny at all; Asahi's tone too strained, as he's washing flecks of blood off his neck, to hit the lightheartedness he'd tried for. ]

Really?! [nishinoya sounds like he's about to laugh, but he coughs, composes himself, because it's probably not funny to asahi at all.]

How did you manage that one?

[ A sidelong glance, because he heard that, Noya.

Of course, it's kind of difficult to look appropriately threatening when Asahi's holding himself over the sink so he doesn't drip water everywhere... ]

I did them a favor.

[ Simple, like maybe taking another person's life is actually that simple. Asahi swipes the washcloth over his neck one last time before rinsing the washrag and grabbing his holster. Examining the blood flecked across the black leather, Asahi sighs. ]

D'you think this is going to stain?

Nah, it's black leather.

[nishinoya knows from experience that leather can take a whole lot of shit before it stains at all. black leather, especially, won't even show a stain if there is one.

for a long moment, nishinoya goes quiet, thinking, watching asahi lean the blood from the sturdy lines of his torso.

his voice is surprisingly quiet when he finally speaks again:]

Can I ask who it was?

[ The smallest nod, because Asahi knows Nishinoya is right. This isn't the first time Asahi's had to clean up back here; pull himself back together bit by bit after a night gone awry. Most of them are used to it by now-- the violence, the brutality.

Asahi tries not to let himself be affected, but it's difficult. ]

Seijou's mad dog.

[ It's known that Seijou runs a tight ship. They recruit, they don't adopt; and mistakes down't happen twice.

Asahi glances at Nishinoya, perched on the counter, a thought occurring to him-- possibly too late. ] Did you know him?

WHAT?!

[ it takes all of nishinoya's willpower not to jump asahi right there, because this was no small kill, at least not to him. tanaka and the mad dog had already been getting into fights, small little tiffs around town, and nishinoya had been there to back him up on almost every one. he wasn't anyone likable, sure, but that guy had power, and that sort of unpredictable violence in his fighting style that reminded him a little bit of hinata when that kid got really angry. ]

Asahi, that's huge! That guy has been giving Ryuu shit for weeks, he's really strong too, holy shit!

And that Oikawa didn't even care?

[ he knew seijoh was brutal, sure, but that guy seemed to be like some kind of special tool. to give it up so easily, to let asahi kill him without there being any repercussions? goddamn.]

Ah, please, Nishinoya- not so loud! [ Asahi pleads, knowing he's already pushing his luck when Nishinoya manages to stay seated on the counter. Of Karasuno's power players, Tanaka and Asahi rank fairly high-- they can hold their own in a confrontation, and Asahi has seen the damage Tanaka's taken after his run ins with Seijou's mad dog. Daichi'd been displeased, but there was never much they could do without starting something irreversible with Seijou's smiling captain.

The water Asahi rings from the washcloth runs pink in the sink. He'll have to remember to scrub it down with some bleach, once he's done. ]

If the order hadn't come from Oikawa himself, I wouldn't have done anything.

Edited 2015-01-18 22:20 (UTC)

Are you fucking kidding me?!

[ nishinoya's voice boarders on shrill, any requests to not be loud long forgotten at the fact that oikawa had requested to have one of his own men killed, and asahi did it. something about the situation didn't sit right with him, like they were playing into oikawa's hands somehow, even if getting that dog out of the picture was to their advantage. stupid oikawa, that heartless bastard. and it was even weirder because asahi was so bloody - if it was just an execution, shouldn't it have been easier? like tying the guy up to a chair and duct taping a plastic bag over his head, or just freaking shooting him in the neck. it looks more like he had to get into a fist fight with a real mad dog, not a dude nicknamed that. ]

Oikawa just told you to do it?! And you did?? Did he try to pick a fight with you and Oikawa just gave you a gun or something like what even?!

[ each word is more excitable than the last, and he forces himself to stop at that, knowing asahi isn't enjoying this but holy shit. he's desperate to know now, not just for his own sake but for tanaka's, and weirdly, he finds himself thinking of kageyama, who could've been in the exact same position as the mad dog if he was in seijoh a second longer. ]

[ Asahi cringes as Nishinoya's excitement overtakes his ability to regulate his voice, his body nearly vibrating off the counter with unasked questions-- unasked, only, because he can't voice them all at once. Asahi is nowhere near naïve enough to hope Nishinoya won't ask them all, in due time. ] I wish I was.

[ In all likelihood, this was a powerplay; a test of sorts. Asahi can't see how, not now, with his heart so heavy and his hands going about the meticulous effort of cleaning himself up-- pulling himself back together by the ragged edges. He has to pull himself back from this, to rid himself of the memory of Kyotani's throat pulsing, wetly gasping for breath under his palms.

Asahi can't even close his eyes, the memory still to fresh to be blocked out like that. ]

Seijou's-- [ Asahi swallows. Reducing a person to a title is what they do, to make this easier-- but this shouldn't be easy. None of this is easy. When they put their lives on the line, they deserve to be thought of as people. Even Kyotani, if nowhere else, then here at least; not whatever piece Oikawa used him as. ] Kyotani never had a personal problem with me. You know I don't go out of my way to make enemies. I don't even think he knew what was going to happen tonight-- this was supposed to be a relations meeting. [ Asahi can't help but sound bitter, because as much as he hates this part of the job, he hates it even more when he has to do it alone. ]

Something serious is going on in Seijou.

That slimy jackass...

[ nishinoya grinds his teeth together, because something about oikawa from the tips of his perfect hair to the heels of his shiny shoes just piss him off so, so much. and now he has all the more reason to hate - killing off your own man is low. nishinoya has no idea how he could do it, because to him this gang is more than that, it's family, these are the people he's putting his life on the line for, these are the people he'd take knife wounds and bullet holes for if it meant keeping them safe. for seijoh to operate like that, hell no. it's disgusting. ]

A relations meeting my ass! Did he invite just you? Did Daichi said it was okay?! I mean, if it was really about relations or some shit, wouldn't he want a bunch of us there??

[ he huffs again, chewing on his lip, because there is something he feels like he's forgetting, something that would make all of this worse.

something like oikawa having a very, very good sense of spinning stories to get his way. ]

I wish I had known, I would've gone with you!

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two /stitches self to

starts knitting add ons for all my sweaters

shrieks with delight

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wow punch me in the heart re kags instant K/O

whats the point of this au if we're not crying