Kenma stared straight into the eyes of Terushima Yuuji.

"Repeat what you said," Kenma drawled. He cocked his head to the side in a cat-like fashion, his slitted eyes ever-piercing.

"Oomizu Kiyoshi has been killed, and Daishou Suguru has taken over Nohebi. He has sent out invitations to discuss a new... dynamic." Yuuji managed to hold his voice steady... Kenma wouldn't kill him because of his alliance with Ushijima, but the informant barely stopped himself from letting his eyes wander to the gun that rested on the table. He had no doubt that Kenma had a few extras too - Nekoma was all about arms-dealing.

"And who killed Oomizu?" The shorter man interrupted Yuuji's train of thought. The informant barely suppressed his wince.

"...Daishou Suguru."

Kenma reclined in his chair, sighing - almost sounding bored.

"I don't get paid enough for this."

Yuuji would've believed him if he was any lesser man, but his eyes caught the way Kenma's eyes glinted, and the slight curve of his lips. His gaze turned to the left as a chuckle redirected his attention. Kuroo Testurou leaned on the side of Kenma's chair, a mad gleam in his eyes.

"Trouble's coming."