Summary: A spin on the world of Haikyuu. What if everything you know was nothing more than an illusion? An illusion created for and by none other than Hinata. What if one day the illusion came crashing down, revealing his whole life was nothing of what he thought it was.
Feature dark! Hinata, mention of Psychological issues and suppressed memories. Also Fake character death!
I do not own Haikyuu!
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Happy, go lucky, Hinata Shoyo, know there was something wrong with him.
It had been a week since Karasuno High school big defeat against Aobajōsai High which had left the team depressed but determined.
Hinata himself, practically eat and breathed Volley ball.
So than why was he seeing two faces everywhere he turned?
Every time he talked or interacted with someone.
A second head appeared.
The second head never showed anything good.
Some heads looked at him with some sort of pity, another group of heads started taunting him, he counted six different groups of heads.
The worst were the heads that sneered at him and called him abusive names.
Those heads appeared beside most of the team.
How could he concentrate, when he kept on seeing those heads that would taunt him and laugh at him at every turn.
He wasn't even safe in his own house.
Both his mother and little sister had another head of some kind.
His sweet and adorable sister who also asked to sleep next to him at night, had a second head that glared at him calling him a 'stupid Nii-san' and his mother had a second head that seemed to think he was a waste of space.
As the day's flow by, those heads got worse, they started moving closer to each person and replacing the original heads on people necks.
As the day's flow by, he couldn't but felt faint and his head hurt, his mother called a doctor and called the school when she saw he was burning up at the sight of his pale skin.
And hours after she left for work.
There is a loud snap.
The world around him came crashed down around him and suddenly his head was flooded with new images, he didn't even know he had.
His sweet hard working mother was replaced by a woman who blamed him for the death of her husband and in turn was abusive both fiscally and mentally towards him.
She never loved him.
His little sister, Natsu had followed her mother example and treated him just as badly because she thought it was okay.
He never went to elementary school and only began to go because someone had looked and found that his mother had a son.
He didn't admire the 'Big giant' because he had met the player in person and the player had been down right horrible towards him, saying his dream was only for fools and he was one in a thousand.
Middle school wasn't much better.
He had only been a captain in name alone, the reality was that he was the team errand boy and he had been blamed when the team failed spectacularly and as a consequence he had been made to suffer until the end of his middle school years.
High school was shockingly bad.
Kageyama had struck his fist at him more than he could count and he had been the team errand boy, it was so easily to bully him because of his short stature due to a lack of proper food and he never developed the will to stand up for himself.
The school believed his mother rants about him and he didn't dare to say anything or face her wrath at home.
And that's why his new memories didn't make sense.
He was a happy child, sure he was short for his age but he had a great family, a friend who was a little on the grumpy side, he played in most volley ball games he was in and eventually befriended everyone he met.
So where did these images coming from?
The next wave of memories, had him in tears.
It was a scene of Kageyama pushing him down the stairs and on the way down, he had hit his head.
Kageyama had immediately panicked and ran leaving him bleeding heavily on the floor.
He would have died if someone hadn't stumbled across him and called the ambulance.
The next image was of him waking up in the hospital with a completely different set of memories, it was like he was a completely different person.
He was convinced that he had a happy life, his team mates were kind to him, his mother wasn't abusive and that he had the most adorable little sister in the world.
The doctor had told everyone that he had suffered a blow to the head, making him unconsciously suppressed any unhappy memories from his life.
Everyone was advised to play along with his fantasy because, reality would no doubt break him.
For the past three months he had been living a life that was nothing but an illusion, an illusion that he had created and everyone had played along to.
The doctor was right.
Reality did break him.
Hinata didn't think he could ever look anyone in the eyes, the same way again, not without having a flashback of abuse under their grasp.
His happy go lucky personality was merely the result of him unconsciously rejecting those memories.
It was had been his shield from the harsh reality of his life.
He found it so tempting to play dumb, act like he hadn't gotten his true memories back and carry on living under the illusion, after all it was a lot better than reality.
But that would mean killing of the real Hinata, the one who only know suffering and had been pushed aside why too many times.
Illusion Hinata had no true soul, always happy and laughing, forcing everyone around him to act out a lie so that he didn't have a mental breakdown.
It was like the face he had shown to world suddenly felt like a mask and it crumbling right in front of his eyes.
In the mirror in front of him, it was like looking at an entirely different person.
His eyes that usually so bright and full of life had become dim and so what cold.
There was no upward of the lip or bombastic personality present but just a guy who sat upright in a bed, you would have thought he was dead if it wasn't for the brief rise in his chest.
He wondered, why him?
What God had he offended in his past life, to make him have such a life?
Misfortune fell upon him whenever he went because he was Hinata Shoyo.
He realised as long as he was Hinata, he would never find true happiness.
To find true happiness.
Hinata Shoyo needed to die.
So without even thinking, he grabbed as many hooded clothes he had, pick up clothes he would not usually wear.
He searched the house and took any money he could find lying around and placed it in one of his old looking backpacks.
It was a very commonly used backpack and he bet, with his height, people would easily mistake him as a middle school student.
He placed a baseball cap on his head and wore his old run down trainers, leaving behind his beloved sneakers and Volleyball uniform.
Once he was all packed, he placed gloves onto his hands and got out a large jug of cooking oil and started sprinkling it everywhere around the house, making sure everything was soaked with it and left through the back door to avoid the street camera, with a box of matches, once he was a good distance away.
He struck the match and throw it on the floor directly into the trail of oil.
He didn't even look back as he ran from the house that had held nothing but pain and misery.
The House went up in a sea of hot flames.
From that day forth.
Hinata Shoyo was declared dead.
And scene!
I know this was dark. I just want to see if I could try my hand on a dark Hinata One-shot where nothing is as it seems. Please Review!
