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The drive to Miyagi is peaceful. Hinata finds himself sleeping during most of it, truthfully. But - the moments he does catch are beautiful. It’s a strange contrast to the situation. When his eyes are open, it’s still early morning - the sun hanging in the sky with ease. Rich yellow sunlight that pours over the green grass and rice fields that stretch for miles and miles. The window is cracked open only mildly, and in the moments that he tunes into the sounds around - he’s left to listen to nature in its purity. 

He closes his eyes to take in the sounds as they come, other than the rush of wind - there's a birdsong somewhere far off. Rushing of water and the sound of children playing with their sun hats on. It’s mild and different from the concrete jungle that is the city he spends most of the time. 

Soon the peace is abandoned as they pull up to what looks big enough to be a gated community. Even from where he sits, there’s a massive mansion beyond his sight. He can see so many small buildings, but none of them seem to be homes. The place is much larger than he can to understand - in fact he’s never seen anything so big in his life. 

“Holy shit,” he comments under his breath. Kuroo gives an earnest laugh and Tsukishima smiles - both understanding the overwhelming feeling of entering headquarters for the first time. The entire place is grandeur, smooth brick flooring, clean metal bars - and roads that are easy to drive in and out of. The impressive part is not the building itself but instead the many buildings that surround it. There's a garage, and fields, and buildings and it really feels like it goes beyond the miles he can see. 

“Welcome to paradise,” Kuroo says, pulling into a massive garage. It almost feels comical - though this particular lot doesn’t have sports cars. Mostly nice black cars with tinted windows and no license plate - it isn’t hard for Hinata to imagine what they’re for. He steps out and just takes in his surroundings in awe - the place is mostly in whites, greys, and neutral. This lot in particular has high ceiling and soft lights with a glass ceiling. Hinata gets a clear view of the sky as he takes it in. 

Kuroo checks his phone, clicking his teeth before turning to Hinata. Tsukishima is already walking towards the house. 

“We should hurry inside - boss wants you in the basement as soon as possible,” Kuroo says, ushering Hinata outside. He hears the car click shut, followed by the echoing of their footsteps and the bang of the garage doors as they make it inside. They’re walking a concrete path, from the outside the place looks like a typical lot in the suburbs. The house is huge but not exactly flashy, green and well kept yards makes it feel like a picket-fence house. Yet amongst the mass of land, the rest of buildings and everything else - it feels like some kind of faux kingdom. 

Everything towers over him. Though it’s been quite some time since  he’s checked his height, he’s nowhere near where he was when he was in highschool. He shouldn’t feel this tiny, yet he does. He watches as Kuroo keys in numbers into a pad next to the door then hears an automated buzz, before pushing them open.

As soon as they open the doors, HInata is greeted by a massive foyer - marble flooring with a logo imprinted into the tile in the middle. From where he stands, he can see what looks like a living room. There are staircases on either wall, with rooms attached to either side. It’s massive, the whole place feels unbelievable. A quiet gasp escapes him as he hears Kuroo laugh to the side of him. 

“Nice place, right?,” he says, nudging Hinata. He can only nod stupidly which makes Kuroo smile but also leaves him with a sense of guilt. He shakes it off as best he can, taking his shoes off and urging Hinata to do the same as the two of them slip into slippers that are left at the door side. 

He follows Kuroo directly through the foyer, leading into what he correctly assumed was the living room. There are precisely 3 people in the room, which seems to take the black-haired man by surprise. His eyes immediately fall on the two women who sit on the largest couch, a blonde girl whose tucked into the side of a blackhaired woman with glasses. The living room connects to the kitchen from what he can tell, and at the marble island is a blue-haired fellow who looks familiar to Hinata  - he can’t place why, though. 

“Oh, Kiyoko-san, Yachi-san,” he says first. The two women look at him, based on the order they look up the raven haired women is Kiyoko and the blonde is Yachi. Yachi seems sleepy, blinking lazily at the call of her name. Kiyoko pats her head, urging her to lay backdown before looking at Kuroo. 

“Kuroo-san,” Kiyoko's voice is smooth and light. Hinata is overwhelmed by how stunning each of the women were, silently wondering if being attractive was some kind of in to join. “I got information on the shoot-out from earlier. I cleared the street cam footage for you, but it’s saved on here. There’s a document with names and information on who was there,” she says clearly. Hinatas eyes widen as she watches Kuroo catch a flashdrive which was tossed to him. He pockets it before smiling at them. 

“Thanks again, I’ll have to hand this down to Nishinoya,” he says, mostly to himself. Before Kiyoko turns her attention back to her laptop, she eyes Hinata. A soft smile graces her features. 

“Whose this?,” 

Kuroo turns to look at the boy next to him, throwing an arm around his shoulders and patting his head. 

“A new member hopefully. Names Hinata Shoyou,” 

Hinata smiles awkwardly but is greeted with too much hospitality to feel it. Kuroo leans down to him and speaks quietly. 

“The cute girl sleepin’ over there is Yachi-san. This is Kiyoko-san - she’s an information broker for us. Yachi does inventory on everything that comes in and out,” he introduces. Hinata nods, unsure of what to say. 

“Nice to meet you,” Kiyoko greets, smiling. 

Promptly, Hinata returns it before he watches her go back to her business. He feels a little relieved as Kuroo turns his attention. His eyes fall onto the dark-haired boy seated in a kitchen who is wiping down some kind of rifle? Hinata isn’t really sure, he has no real information about guns other than the basic kinds. He just knows it’s long and has a scope. The different pieces are pulled apart and laying on the counter as the man wipes them down with some kind of solution. The whole process seems to keep him in focus but Kuroo doesn’t care about it, ruffling his hair. 

He doesn’t  falter. 

“Hey, Kuroo-san,” he greets. Kuroo laughs at his intent focus before addressing Hinata again. 

“This is Kageyama. He’s an expert sharp-shooter and technically a trained assassin,” Kuroo says with a laugh, immediately snickering at Hinata stiffness. Hinata has a dislike for the mans attitude but can’t seem to say anything due to circumstance. Kuroo shakes his head, patting Hinata's shoulder. 

“Don’t worry about him. Our Kageyama isn’t the social type,” 

Hinata just nods, opting to keep quiet since it doesn’t seem like the marksman would be paying much attention anyways. His disinterest strikes him as arrogant, but the fact he’s a trained assassin technically gives him the right to be. Hinata takes a deep breath, rubbing his face with his hands before breathing out. Kuroo laughs, feeling bad for the sensory overload he can only assume Hinata is experiencing. 

“Enough fussing up here,” Kuroo says “The door downstairs is right over there - I would take you myself but boss was clear about making sure you go alone,” Kuroo says apologetically. Hinata is hit with mild separation anxiety, but he tries his best to shake it off. He’s overwhelmed with how thankful he’s feeling - looking at Kuroo with a grin before reaching a hand out. They dap each other up before hugging. 

“Thanks for everything, man,” Hinata says sincerely. Kuroo smiles at him, feeling extremely fond before shaking his head. 

“Didn’t take you for the sappy type,” he says teasingly. Hinata's face falls as Kuroo chuckles “Just kidding, Chibi-chan. Just a little heads up for you, before you go,” 

Hinata watches as Kuroo’s expression turns serious for what feels like the first time in two days. 

“Whatever, Daichi-san - err, Boss asks you to do, just keep in mind he’s a good man at heart,” Kuroo says, a little uncomfortable. “You’ll come to see it too, but he’s pretty tough at first. Just know he never does anything without purpose and try not to jump to too many conclusions,” Kuroo’s tone is more ominous than Hinata feels comfortable with. He trusts Kuroo enough to take real heed to his word and nods. 

“Got it,”

Kuroo looks at the orange-haired man curiously. He senses it again, the determination to see what Kuroo has told him is flashing all over his face. It leaves him conflicted, in more disarray internally at the prospect of what he may see down there. There is no doubt in his mind that Daichi would never do something without purpose, his utmost faith placed in him. Nonetheless, the uncertainty picks away at him as he’s forced to watch it go down - like a scarecrow on fall crops. In that sense indeed, Kuroo is singled out in the field force to see all that goes on. 

He trusts his boss, but he doesn’t have to like what happens. He decides against showing Hinata any concern and just gives him a warm smile and pat on the shoulder - nodding towards the door-way. 

“I suggest you leave your bag up here, by the way,” Kuroo says, nodding. Hinata pulls back immediately having forgotten but does as told, leaving it on a chair in the living room before hustling back in front of Kuroo. 

“That’s it, over there,” he says finally “Good luck kid,” 

With those words, he watches Hinata turn on his heel and disappear through the wood door. He sighs, his last word ringing in his head as he watches him go.