Chapter One:

Hinata didn't know how it happened. It just happened. One minute he was perfectly fine, playing a new video game he had managed to get last week, happily eating a meat bun and in the next second, he was on his front facing the floor, gasping for breath and his whole body in pain. It felt as if he was on fire. His back began to itch and his body tingled from adrenaline. His breathing coming in short sobs as he clawed at his floorboards. Hinata could barely think, black spots dancing across his eyes as he felt something begin to pull beneath his skin on his back. With a loud cry, he arched his back upwards, feeling something rip through his back. The only strand of thought floating in his mind was how weird the sensation was as something warm, something liquid dripped down his back. And then he was dead to the world.

When Hinata finally came around, he staggered to his feet. His whole world spun and his stomach twisted into an uncomfortable knot. The pain was sharp throb and it clouded everything. Sensing that familiar feeling, he rushed (more like stumbled as Hinata's feet didn't seem to be responding so well) towards the bathroom and hurled the contents of his stomach.

"What's wrong with me?" He muttered, turning on the taps as he looked at himself in the mirror.

He was covered in sweat, his usual bouncy red hair seemed to be following the rules of gravity than their usual defiance and he looked pale. Turning to his side, he noticed his favourite shirt was torn to shreds, dried blood caked his back and he could see the distinctive outlines of two red scars, almost forming a perfect 'v'. The very sight of it made Hinata gag and he abruptly turned around to face the mirror front on as he leaned over the sink dangerously. He breathed in shallow breaths, his body trembling from the pure shock of it all.

What the hell had happened to him?

Gulping, his throat suddenly felt very dry and tight. Attentively, Hinata slipped out of his shirt, discarding to the ground. He was going to have to throw it away which was a real shame. Quickly he slipped out of his clothes and got into the shower, feeling himself relax under the warm pressure of the water. Rinsing himself, Hinata returned to the mirror, wiping the steam away and turned his back. With his back clean, he could see the wound the quietly clear. It was swollen and bruised, only slightly red but he prayed that it wasn't a sign of infection. Licking his lips hesitantly, he raised his hands and gently prodded the scars. It was an odd sensation.

He hadn't really been aware of it before. He hadn't been focusing, not with the pain and the shock of everything. But he could feel something. Something beneath his skin, something inside of him. Hinata had no words to describe it, it was just too weird. Narrowing his eyes, he turned his attention to the mirror while also trying to mentally focus on…whatever it was he was feeling. Tongue sticking out, he felt something twitched and jumped in surprise when he saw something budge in the mirror.

"S-scary." He murmured, his hand snatching away and covering his thumping heart. This was too scary.

Closing his eyes, Hinata took a deep breath through his nose. Exhaling loudly before opening. Once again, he faced the mirror and focused on it again. This time, when he saw some ripple under his skin, he didn't jump. Though he couldn't quite refrain the strangled noise that slipped out of his mouth.

"You can do this, Shouyou." Although whatever he was supposed to be doing, Hinata had no idea.

With one eye half closed, he frowned angrily into the mirror, his reflection mimicking him almost mockingly. Hinata felt it (what else could he call it?) move. In an instant, he felt a sharp sting ripple through his body and a large pair of wings stretched into the open air. Each feather stretched, the wings spreading across the bathroom and filling the confined space.

Hinata squealed loudly, his arms flailing and the wings followed suit. But they were much bigger than his arms, much more sensitive and caught themselves on sharp corners and caused bottles and utensils to fall onto the ground.

"Stop!" Hinata hissed, forcing himself to be still.

He couldn't allow himself to be caught, not by his family. Not when he looked like this. He strained to listen, but all he heard was a grunt and the odd creak from his ancient house before Hinata relaxed. He was safe….for now.

Blinking, he eyed his wings angrily, feeling the panic start to bubble and his heart thumping in his ears. "Okay, okay, Shou, you can do this." He quietly chanted to himself. Hinata tried to focus on that feeling again. It was a lot easier to pick up on it than before, now that he knew what he was looking for. It was like another pair of limbs, a lot harder to control though and much bigger then himself. Hinata's wings were about the same height as him, and the wingspan nearly filled the room.

They were too big.

Focusing on that strange sensation, he tried to fold his wings into his body. This was difficult, as his wings twitched and seemed to have a mind of its own. With a few more accidents (bringing down the last of whatever was left on the shelf) Hinata had managed to fold them neatly to his back.

"Now…you stay there….No moving." He ordered before he turned around careful and stared face on in the mirror.

Neatly folded, his wings didn't look as frightening or as big. They were ebony black with a blue sheen to them and seemed to be coated with something like an egg sac. It was sticky but peeled off from his feathers quiet easily. They reminded him of crow wings.

"I…I have wings." Hinata murmured in disbelief, staring at the mirror in surprise. His wings shifted in response to his feelings. It was so weird and it was beginning to sink in. Particularly to his stomach. Choking, Hinata's hand shot up to cover his mouth as he rushed towards the bath.

Cleaning the mess he made and throwing certain things in the bin, he quietly made his way back to his room. Locking his door behind him, he turned on his light and studied the mess. The TV was still on, his meat bun squashed on the ground. But the most obvious thing in his small room and the most frightening thing; was the blood and the feathers that were scattered around.

Hinata sent his blessing to any god or goddess there was that stopped Natsu from sleeping in his room tonight.

"I don't feel so good." He moaned, beads of sweat beginning to form on his forehead as he started to clean this mess. Once down, he turned off his light, double checked his door was lock and stumbled to bed. Painfully aware of his wings that were sensitive and tender as he flopped onto his stomach. He raised one up high while he allowed the other to drape over his bed. With his head resting on the side, he felt his eyes go blurry as tears threatened to spill. "How can I play volleyball now?"

Hinata fell into an unsteady deep sleep that night, with nothing but the horror of his teammate's reactions towards him.

A/N: You can also read this at AO3 (is it that? archiveofourown? I see people use it but I don't know). /works/2593385/chapters/5775065