You backed out of the booth slowly, still in Oikawa's hold. You both made your way out the café and onto the street. It had been dark out for a while and a little breezy, too. You had almost forgotten that he still donned your older brother's jacket.
"Give me my jacket back," you demanded sternly.
"Ah, right. Almost forgot about this," Oikawa sang as the sleeves slid off his biceps and he held it out for you.
You reached to take it, but he pulled it back to himself.
"Actually, I think I prefer you without it more," he purred, staring down at your figure. You were in a white tank top and black yoga pants. You had only left your apartment to study at the café, feeling a bit overwhelmed at your choice of clothing while being whisked away by a tall stranger.
You angrily snatched your hoodie and held it against your chest, mainly because the insufferably hot brunette kept ogling you.
He only laughed in response to your reaction. He leaned closer down to you since you had to crane your neck a painful amount to look up at him.
"Don't worry, soon enough you'll be begging to feel me," he promised.
He grabbed your hand and started leading you down the street.
"Yeah, maybe if you didn't pull a gun out on me," you sneered.
"Oh, my apologies, princess. I promise I'd never actually hurt you . . . unless you're into that."
You scoffed.
"So you're saying that if I didn't show you my gun, you'd let me take you out on a proper date?" he teased.
You simply glowered at him.
"What does a crazy criminal like you want from me?" you spat.
"Huh? Crazy criminal? What makes you say that?" he asked.
"You're smiling in your mugshot," you illustrated. "That alone describes how crazy you must be."
"Crazy for you? Yeah," he shot you a toothy grin.
You frowned.
"Mind explaining to me where it is that we're headed exactly?" you requested monotonously.
"Taking you back to HQ," he stated.
"HQ for what?" you queried.
He squeezed your hand a bit tighter as he navigated you through the crowd, you couldn't help but swoon at his protective behavior. NO, what are you thinking, (Y/N)? This man is practically kidnapping you.
"Can't spill all my secrets yet," he said, looking back at you over his shoulder. "We'll leave some mysteries for the second date."
You followed the muscular man down the streets until you realized you were no longer on the campus streets.
"Sorry, princess," Oikawa pulled you by his side. "I hate making you walk this far but my bike got wrecked on my last mission."
He pouted.
"How much further?" you groaned, feeling stupid for not just suggesting to take the bus or a cab.
"Almost there," he replied.
He pulled you into a hidden alley way, you follow him as he turned to another connected ally.
"By the way," he started. "Does the beautiful princess have a name?"
"(Y/N)," you answered.
He stops at a dead end and faces you.
"(Y/N)," he repeated your name with a smile. "Cute."
Without letting go of your hand, he steps toward the brick wall and taps on his smart watch.
You questionably raised your eyebrow, wondering if you could still make a run for it.
Then the brick wall pushes inwards, and splits open down the middle. You gawked at the wall that had just revealed a hidden elevator behind it. Oikawa grabbed your hand and dragged you in. The walls of the elevator were glass but all that could be seen through them was the brick wall of the building in the alley way. The doors closed and he placed his hand against a blue screen where the keypad should be. It scanned his handprint and lit up green as a sign of recognition. You released yourself from his grip and slid on your brother's jacket.
Oikawa watched you retreat into a corner of the futuristic elevator.
He seemed slightly hurt as he scoffs, "I'm not a serial killer."
You snorted, "Right. Why exactly are you one of Japan's top ten most wanted then?"
He sighed in exasperation.
Before he could answer you, you noticed a different view through the glass of the elevator. You had descended deep underground, you almost felt as if the streets of Tokyo were miles above you. Through the glass walls of the elevator, you could see that you were now in a large dark space. Almost like a cave but not exactly. All you knew was that it looked like bad news.
The doors of the lift opened, and you cautiously followed Oikawa out. Your eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when you saw the huge, cavernous space. Oikawa led you down a ramp, to an even bigger area. You tried not to faint at the next sight.
There were rows of computers on either side of you, simulating a walkway in between. They all faced forward to where larger screens were displayed on the wall, almost like a movie theater, but three screens instead of the one. The only light source in the area omitting from the various monitors in the room. Seriously, why was it so dark? You didn't miss the fact that the facility was packed. People were frantically clicking away on the computers, men and women in dark clothing walking in and out through other connected halls on either side, and some guys laughing against railing of what seemed like a walkway above.
"Hey! You're back already?" a voice called.
Oikawa and your eyes followed the owner of the voice. A man with spiky dark hair walked up to Oikawa, not even detecting you behind the brunette's six-foot figure.
"Yeah, ran into Yamazaki's men," Oikawa answered shortly.
You peered over Oikawa's shoulder to get a better look at the man he was talking to. The man was slightly shorter than the brunette, his hair spiked as you noted earlier, and skin a little tan. You drank in the get up he was in. He sported army green cargo pants and a tight black undershirt that displayed his toned muscles. You continued to shamelessly gawk at him, then he finally noticed your presence.
"Who's this?" he raised a brow.
"Oh," Oikawa remembered, grinning yet again. "This is (Y/N), bumped into her right after I danced with Ichiro's boys."
"Hi," you piped, stepping forward next to Oikawa's side.
"Hey," he responded. He glared at Oikawa and scolded him, "I thought we talked about not bringing your lady friends back to headquarters."
Oikawa giggled and waved his hand dismissively, "It's not like that, Iwa. I need to take (Y/N) here to the director."
The spikey haired man straightened himself and turned to you with an apologetic look on his face.
"I had no idea you were here on business," he slightly bowed his head, wearing a faint panicked expression. "I'm sorry."
You shook your head and said "It's no problem at all. I'd probably assume the worst of whoever is standing next to this lunatic, too." You beckoned your head towards Oikawa who was clearly offended by your statement.
He crossed his arms and scowled.
The other man chuckled and held out his hand, "Hajime Iwaizumi."
"(Y/N) Sawamura," you accepted his outstretched hand and shook it.
Iwaizumi froze and Oikawa slowly unfolded his arms.
They stared at you incredulously.
"Sawamura?" Oikawa questioned. "That's your name?"
You let go of Iwaizumi's hand as you furrowed your brows.
"Yeah . . ." you responded. You were beginning to get creeped out.
Oikawa opened his mouth to say something, but another character came up to you three. He had bleached blonde hair, half tied up in a bun. His hair reached slightly past his jaw and his dark roots peeked from the top of his head. He wore the same thing as Iwaizumi except his cargo pants were red.
"About time," the guy with the man bun spoke. He had a soft voice which differed greatly from Oikawa's smooth and Iwaizumi's sharp voice. "I've been waiting on the intel for the American arms deal all day."
"Listen, Kenma, I was out on another job today and completely lost track of time," Oikawa explained. "I promise I'll get it to you by the end of the week."
Kenma looked disinterested.
"Forget it, Oikawa," he shook his head. "I'll just get Hinata or Yamamoto to do it."
Kenma turned to walk away but Oikawa stopped him.
"Wait! This is (Y/N), she knows a thing or two about computers. How about you show her the main computer?" Oikawa suggested.
Kenma's eyes shot at you and he replied with "Yeah, sure. Follow me."
Confused with why Oikawa and Iwaizumi seemed so adamant on sending you away, you just exhaled.
"I'm Kenma, by the way," the blonde man told you with a subtle smile.
You smiled back, "(Y/N). Nice to meet you, Kenma."
"Likewise," he led you to the monitor that sat at the head of the room, reigning to be the largest of all the others that were in the space. There was a black swivel chair placed in front of the keyboard in which he slouched into. You stood next to him and processed the size of the screens on the wall. "So, what exactly do you like about computers? I can't remember the last time Oikawa brought a girl back that knew anything about . . . well, anything."
The way Kenma spoke was very monotonous.
"Oh, I major in computer science actually. I'm a pretty good programmer," you explained. You looked over your shoulder at Oikawa and Iwaizumi, deep in conversation. Both carried serious expressions. You turned back to Kenma.
"Wow, that's cool," he stated. "What do you think of this place?"
You knew he wasn't talking about the literal interior of the cold cavernous space, but of the computers lined up everywhere. As a tech lover, you couldn't help but admire everything that was there. Everything appeared to be ahead of today's time and high quality.
"Are you kidding?" you laughed. "It's sick. I've never even seen a computer like this. What's the storage like? What even is powering all these computers at once? How are you getting internet connection five hundred feet underground? And what kind of operations are running here anyways?"
The bleached blonde offered you a blank stare, you grimaced.
"Ugh, sorry," you winced, realizing you were bombarding him with too many questions not even five minutes into meeting him. "I just got dragged down here by that weirdo, I want to know what's going on," you finally said.
Kenma cocked his brow, "Oikawa seriously brought you here without any explanation?"
"Yeah," you answered.
"He usually takes his dates back to his apartment," Kenma told you. "I'm a little shocked he was bold enough to bring one of them back to HQ."
"I'm not trying to hook up with him," you reported.
"Oh?" he said.
"Actually I—"
"(Y/N)."
Oikawa's hand gripped your shoulder, he wasn't his smug self anymore. Instead, he held a somber look on his face.
"The director wants to meet you," he informed.
Iwaizumi stood by his side with his arms crossed.
"The director?" you probed. "Director for what?"
Oikawa began "I'll take you to him—"
"Oikawa! Back from your mission? Tell me you got good news," a man in a dark tracksuit approached the four of you.
"Yes, Coach," Oikawa saluted humorously. "I was just about to see the director and report my findings."
"My grandfather?" the man adjusted the head band in his blond hair. "I thought we sent you on the arms intel retrieval mission. You were supposed to report back to me on that."
Oikawa wavered as he replied, "Yes, but I think this holds higher priority."
"What does?"
Oikawa placed his arm around your shoulder as he pulled you forward.
"I found our hacker."
The other three men turned to you with the same astonished looks. They glanced between you and the tall brunette in disbelief.
"Her?" the man in the headband questioned. "She looks like she's barely out of highschool."
"I'm a sophomore in college," you shot back.
The man just gaped along with the others.
"Who the hell even are you people?" you demanded. "I'm going to the cops. I've had enough of this."
You tried to release yourself from Oikawa's arms, but his grip only tightened more.
"No need to do that, princess," he said. "Just hear us out."
You squirmed some more before saying, "Hear you out on what? My brother was a police officer, and my parents are really important people. If you try anything on me, all of Japan will know."
"Well, that confirms our suspicions," Oikawa stated, nodding at Iwaizumi.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" you tried pushing against his chest in an attempt to wriggle free.
Without answering you, Oikawa looked at the bleached blonde.
"Kenma, pull up any and all files on (Y/N) Sawamura," Oikawa commanded.
"Sawamura?"
"We have reason to believe this is Daichi's sister," Iwaizumi told the other two males.
Your eyes widened in horror.
"How do you know my brother?" you asked.
"Aaahh," Oikawa chirped. "So you are related to Daichi and Hiroshi Sawamura? We're going to take extra good care of you."
The man in the tracksuit turned to Iwaizumi.
"Iwaizumi, take her to the interrogation room. I'll inform my grandfather. Then," he paused to meet your gaze, "I'll have a word with Daichi's little sister myself."
You went pale, Oikawa let you out of his grasp after whispering in your ear.
"We'll pick this up later, princess."
Iwaizumi slid your bag off your shoulder and placed his hand on your mid back.
"Don't miss me too much, darling," Oikawa called as his friend led you away.
You stayed silent and kept your head lowered. Iwaizumi ushered you through a hall that was dimly lit. You tried to study as much of the facility's layout as possible, but it was difficult with all the twists and turns. Maybe the reason they made it so confusing was in case of intruders or—in your case, escapees. Other soldierly dressed individuals didn't give up the opportunity to stare at Iwaizumi's new prisoner as they passed you. All you could do was roll your eyes.
"Listen, this may look bad but trust me you aren't in any kind of danger here," Iwaizumi assured.
You didn't bother turning your head to him, instead opting to peek out the corner of your eye.
"Then what the hell is this?" you asked for what seemed like the thousandth time since you met Oikawa.
Iwaizumi sighed.
"This is a secret underground organization, the Helix Armed Agency. We're all Helix agents," he clarified.
"Huh? You guys are . . . spies? For the government?" you pressed.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," he said.
You raised your eyebrow questionably. There was no way this was a government approved agency—Oikawa's face was plastered all over the PSIA's database.
"This is an illegal underground operation," you stated. "Let me go."
The muscled agent grabbed your arm in silence, opening a door that read Interrogation Room before leading you inside. He pulled out the metal chair in front of the table in the middle. He pushed you down by your shoulder and you sunk into the seat submissively. He seemed disgruntled, so you decided to simply keep your mouth shut. The room along with the rest of the facility was dark. Grey walls and metal accents here and there in the space. You were seated to face a large rectangular mirror on the wall, knowing that there was obviously a viewing gallery behind it for others to watch.
A couple minutes pass before the door opened. Entered the same man in the tracksuit along with an elderly man—also in a dark tracksuit. They sat down across from you and Iwaizumi exited the room.
"Hello," the elderly man said, "I'm Director Ikkei Ukai. I run this operation. This is my grandson and deputy, Keishin Ukai."