Fight Club Dialectical Journal

Pulling his hood up, the man walked down the street, crowded with different types of people. They had told him, if you want anything done, go to the alley behind the shoe repair and Asahi’s Bar, there you would find him.

He pressed his back to the wall so the entrance of the alley was right beside him. He faced forward so he would not look the person in the face. He dropped the bag of coins to the ground and kicked it into the dark alley. After a few short moments he heard the sound of coins clinking.

“One Captain Kuroo Tetsuro, coming up,” A voice said with a chuckle before leaving in silence. Sugawara let out a sigh and pulled his hood down, walking back to the ship with a grin.

Kuroo groaned as he paced up and down the floor. …show more content…

They had already taken off and were in the vastness of space, It must have been considered “night” because there were only a few of the crew members awake, but, they looked like they were dozing off. Easy. Akaashi smirked to himself before walking up on deck, still doing his best to remain hidden.

The Captain’s Quarters was only a few strides away. Akaashi slowly pulled the door open, making sure it didn’t make a single sound. He shut the door behind him as he surveyed the room. It contained a large wooden desk pressed against the far wall, many shelves of ancient and worn looking books, a few chairs scattered around the room, and lastly a large bed with a sleeping figure. The target.

Reaching down, Akaashi gripped one of the knives sheathed at his hip. Drawing it, he slowly strode over to the figure. He stood over them for a mere second before bringing the blade down.

He did not feel the blade sinking into flesh, instead, into the mattress. Glancing down, Akaashi saw piercing, cat like eyes, staring back at him. The Captain smirked at him as Akaashi jerked …show more content…

Kuroo swung his legs off the bed to reach his full height. Thinking quickly, Akaashi landed a sharp kick to the captain’s shin. The latter recoiled slightly, Akaashi took the opportunity to release one of his hands. With his free hand he was able to strike Kuroo on the arm that was still holding him captive. Once both of his arms were free, he tackled the taller man to the ground, pinning him down with one hand. Raising his hand, knife in hand, Akaashi prepared to strike.

Kuroo flipped their positions. He hovered above the intruder, scanning them.

Hurried footsteps could be heard just outside the door. A concerned voice could be heard, “Captain, what happened? We heard the commotion outside.”

“We have an intruder,” Kuroo called out, not leaving his eyes from Akaashi. He smirked down at the other man as the door burst open and a small group of people rushed in.

The people blocked the doors and any other possible ways to escape. Akaashi groaned at the sudden change of plans. There was no way even he could take on this many people.

“Hand over all your weapons, Angel,” Kuroo sang reaching a hand out to beacon for said weapons. Akaashi grimaced and rolled his eyes, reaching a hand down to take a knife out of each of his pant pocket. Next, two that he kept sheathed at his sides. He pulled another out of his sleeve and handed them all to the