"Nice, Hinata!" The coach shouted as the small ginger-haired boy crashed to the ground. "That was your fourth save in a row, good job!"

"Hey! Kageyama, you're up next - practice your serve with Hinata!" the tall setter cast a side-ways long look at the boy on the floor, then walked over to retrieve the ball. "Come on then." He said, offering a hand to Hinata.

His hands steady, deep, concentrated breaths, a careful stance... Kageyama was in his element.

"Woah!" Tanaka shouted, as the rest of the volley ball team watched the ball fly over the net and smash into the opposing court. "That was awesome, dude!" Hinata looked on, not quite believing what he had just witnessed - a perfect serve.

"Oi, Hinata! Pay attention next time." Kageyama boasted, slapping him on the back. "Let's go again."

Several hours pasted, and the two had been practising intensely, way beyond their coaches expectations. In fact, their coach had already left - and so had everybody else, as it was getting so late.

"Grr...one more try...Kageyama!" Hinata shouted, clawing himself up off the ground, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"I'll go on...if you will!" The latter said, straightening his shirt and wiping his hands down his shorts. Hinata bent down to grab the ball, but struggled to stay upright once he had hold of it - and with an almighty thump, he landed on the gym floor. "Ah, you... idiot! What are you... doing..?" Kageyama said, stumbling over to the heap on the floor. He kicked it several times, then slipped and fell on top of Hinata. "Ow! Get off me!" The small boy whimpered, using the last of his strength to attempt at pushing the larger boy off. But... to no avail. The two layed in the same position for several seconds, until the gym lights above them started to flicker.

"Ah, what? Why are they-" Hinata exclaimed, but a sudden burst of electricity shocked him out of his skin, stopping him in his tracks. Both boys covered their heads, as the light directly above them creaked, zapped and crashed it's way to the floor. Simultaneously, each bulb fizzed out, and the previously well-lit gym turned pitch black. "Hinata! Brace yourself!" Kageyama cried, but his shouting was soon out-shadowed by the noise that the fallen light gave out. The protective barrier around it gave way and swung violently off its hinges. Next, glass cascaded across the gym, it's shattering sound echoing throughout the room, several large pieces left deep gashes on Kageyama's arms. And finally, the ceiling began to crumble, the force of the explosion seemed to put too much pressure on it, and two fairly big chunks of wood fell through and clanked their way to the ground, one catching Hinata's head on its way down. Then... Silence.

...

"-nata!"...

"inata!" ...?

"Hinata!"...!

"Whaa?" the small boy uttered, a small cut on his lip causing him to wince slightly. His vision was blurry, and his head pounded - throbbed like mad. An uncomfortable dampness from his neck made him shuffle, but the pain was too much. And so, Hinata rested his head back into the arms from wence it came.

He looked up, and could just make out a black haired figure above him, but he couldn't make out who it was. Who? Who could it be? Who's voice was that, calling his name? He took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. though he couldn't really tell the difference because it was so dark.

A few moments later, he felt a hand touch his neck. Pain. He shut his eyes tighter, and gritted his teeth. A small, high-pitched cry escaped out of his mouth. Kageyama flinched, not wanting to hurt the boy who he could not see. How badly was he hurt? It was too dark - and he needed to get help somehow.

"Hinata, I need you to say something. Please, just tell me anything."

... "I...wh...who..are you..?" Hinata muttered, before blacking out.

"What do you mean? Hey! Wake up!" 'Damnit, how can I get him to wake up and see sense? Shit..' Kageyama carefully layed his friend down onto his lap, not wanting to put his injured head on any glass. The cuts on his arms were rips, blood was oozing out of them, and he couldn't support Hinata any longer.

'How..?' The boy pondered for a moment. How can he get Hinata to recognise him? How can he show who he is? Then it hit him. Hinata can sense when he throws a ball to him.. so maybe he would be able to...

'No. There has to be another way.' There was no way Kageyama would ever do such a thing to anyone, let alone him.

Or... what if he didn't? He could never forgive himself if Hinata got any long lasting injuries from this accident. But...

Hinata once again felt a hand touch his neck, but this time it continued upwards. Each movement made his skin tremble, as the hand felt it's way across his cheek. Two fingers were placed gently on to his lips, but were then removed. Following this, was a different sensation upon his mouth, a more soft, delicate feeling. It was then that he realised who was with him.

"...Kageyama..." he said, once the boys parted. A small smile crept across the setter's face.