(A/N) um because I love this poly more than myself. I'm also thinking of writing some kinky shit between Yachi and Kiyoko or Saeko X reader because I'm feelin inspired for that but no promises. Anywho enjoy this shit even though there's no smut right now. I'll be sharing some yummy shit soon. (cough Bokuto X Kuroo or maybe some KuroHina)

For a part time job, being the convenience store clerk of a gas station wasn't very flashy. It was actually quite annoying, and boring for that matter. But the people watching is interesting. Akaashi Keiji usually worked the morning shifts, the shifts that the night owls didn't want or the others who worked throughout the day.

Yet, this night he had to work the night shift, his task piercing well into the darkest hours of the day. He did not like this shift. When he normally worked, there was one other person beside him to assist him or take other customers waiting patiently, or sometimes rowdy and impatiently.

The night shift in itself was a whole other demon. The darkness outside swallowed everything up passed the gas pumps. There could be a starving horde of flesh eating zombie limping to him and he'd never know until they were almost in his damn lap. It was like the place was in some separate dimension. Surely, other people would not mind as much, but Akaashi found the blackness of night petrifying.

Although, what's worse than the dark is the very fact that he is completely alone and vulnerable, and the only eyes on him were those of cameras that half worked.

He could be taken and murdered incredibly easily. No one would ever know. No one had been there for hours. A car hasn't even passed. Not once.

He gulped softly at the very thought of being taken by force.

Akaashi pulled out a book, his hand brushing the cold metal of the hand gun beneath the counter. He shivered at the idea of it even needing to be there.

He scanned through the pages, skimming the lines to find his place. He found it in seconds.

"ONCE upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,—
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'T is some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;           
    Only this and nothing more."

The hairs on the back of Akaashi's neck raised, the words of Edgar Allan Poe creeped him the absolute fuck out at night.

He couldn't help but feel like it was a vaguely foreboding passage, for him more than the poem itself. He was focused more on the lines before him than his jobs, and all to the extent that he hardly even noticed the shitty black van that came screeching to a halt outside by a gas pump.

Akaashi didn't bother to look up. They probably wouldn't bother him unless they needed food. He kept reading.

However, he predicted completely and utterly wrong.

Moments later, the door swung open, the bell ringing violently as the door bounced off the rack and slammed back shut.

"Excuse me, there's no need to assault the damn door-..." Akaashi looked up through his lashes, his expression initially bored and uninterested.

His uninterested vanished as soon as he noticed the black bandana tied to cover his mouth and nose, with dark black ray bands concealing his eyes. The dark clothes, weird vest, and crazy grey and black hair didn't even register after he noticed his big hands.

They were in fingerless gloves, holding a black 9mm hand gun and a brown sac.

A fucking gun.

Gun?

Gun.

"That's a gun..." Akaashi blinked, his turquoise eyes shifting into a truer blue, untainted by any green as his eyes welled up.

He leaned back, the crazy voice rumbled from the individual before him.

"Hey there, pretty boy, why don't you fill this up with all the money you have? And give me a pack of cigarettes, too. I like cloves, you sell 'em?" He asked, taking slow steps towards Akaashi and tossed the bag onto the counter over his book.

Akaashi didn't dare move. Not one tiny bit. His breathing became irregular, panic overwhelming him as the man yelled again.

"Are you fucking deaf? Do it!"

Akaashi jumped, his eyes widened and lip quavering, he noticed the man before him hesitate a bit.

Akaashi nodded. "I-... Okay..." His voice shook and tears began to stream down his cheeks.

He knew he needed to get the gun beneath the counter. Without getting shot, preferably.

He grabbed the sac, accidentally pulling the book down off the counter with it. He jumped as it crashed on the ground, and glanced quickly at the man.

He punched in a code, and the cash register popped open, and he lowered the bag down to where he could reach the gun.

He had to get the gun.

His hands grasped it in the left hand with the sac as he filled it with money. He shifted hands to hand it off, or at least, make it look like that.

He held the gun up with it, his hands visibly shaking. He could see the man's eyebrows raising. For a moment, he even lowered his guard, and had the audacity to fucking laugh at Akaashi.

"P-Put your gun down, and fucking go!" Akaashi snapped, his voice returning to normal.

The grey haired man walked up to him tentatively before smacking the gun from his hands and dragging him over the counter with all the money.

"Nice try, but I'm good at this. He chuckled." He cracked the gun across the back of Akashi's head.

The pounding that resonated through his head caused everything to spin before him. Before long, his ears were ringing and he felt himself being picked up.

"Bokuto! Let's get a fucking move on before the cops show up!"

The man, apparently 'Bokuto,' lifted him to his feet and tossed him over his shoulder and carried the money in one hand.

"Damn you, stupid store clerk..." He groaned, kicking the door out and stepping through.

Akaashi made out faint footsteps before him, and yelling. "What the fuck, dude we can't kidnap someone!" The new voice cried out.

"We have to!" Bokuto yelled, sliding him off his shoulder, keeping hold of him.

"Why's that?" The other snapped, grabbing onto Akaashi and assisting Bokuto in dragging him to the back of the van. Akaashi looked around dreamily, still in a daze from his head being cracked into with the butt of a gun.

He looked to the taller male with lightly tanned skin and terrible bed-head. His mouth was covered with a white bandana and no sunglasses. It was nighttime after all...

They laid him in the back of the van and slammed the door shut.

"Can we keep him Kuroo?" Bokuto asked teasingly.

"We have to now..." He heard them talk as they jogged the the front seats.

Akaashi held his head and groaned. "What the fuck...?"

He could see the outline of Kuroo shrugging. "I guess we could have fun with him... Anywho, where exactly are we going?"

There was a pause, and as they sped off he heard the quiet answer.

"Dunno..."

"What do you mean, you don't know? You're the one who's supposed to arrange this thing!" Kuroo snapped.

Akaashi sat up a bit, frowning deeply.

"I've been kidnapped by fucking imbeciles..."