A/N: These characters belong to Furudate Sensei.

Gang-AU, Aged up characters, M/M, M/F, F/F, Multi-ships, Series. Not present day Tokyo- slightly altered to fiction. Much higher crime rates, plus gangs other than the yakuza

Kageyama POV~

Of all the ways he thought he might die, drowning wasn't the worst option. Especially considering the life he led, the people he surrounded himself with, and the area in which he lived. He thought about his friends as he fell towards the water. Time moving slowly in his mind as their faces appeared in his memory. He thought about his new family, the one he'd made for himself- not the one that had birthed him, and abandoned him. The pain that should have been coursing through his limp body was muted as he fell. His fight was over.

"Kageyama!" A voice cried out. He barely heard it.

His eyes slid closed as the water broke his fall, enveloping him in a liquid hug, and pulling him along in it's sweeping grasp.

Was he dead? Had he passed on and found heaven? Or had his actions granted him a one way ticket down under? He could feel things though- shouldn't he stop feeling pain after death? Was this some sick joke?

His throat and lungs burned fiercely, and his chest felt like it was breaking down the middle. Heat pushed down his throat before hot liquid came bubbling up, rupturing from his mouth. Dark blue eyes shot open as he sucked in a ragged breath before being interrupted by heavy coughs.

"O-oh, thank god." The voice was male, and coming from his left. Kageyama turned his head as much as he could, each breath burning at his raw throat like sandpaper. A young man, appearing hardly older than seventeen sat on the ground next to him, dripping from head to toe. His orange hair stuck to his skin as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, his clothes sticking to his heaving shoulders.

Kageyama opened his mouth as if to say something, but only a croak escaped him. He could feel his energy sinking out of his body much like the heat under his skin.

"Try to stay awake!" The stranger exclaimed brown eyes widening as he scurried back to the wounded man's side. He pushed his small hands over Kageyama's right side, eliciting a strangled cry from his raw throat. "S-sorry, have to stop the bleeding…" Bleeding- ah, so he was alive after all. From the look of things, the young man must have jumped into the water to save him… but where were they? Blue eyes lazily flicked around. They were under an overpass, rolling green hills curving up to the street above, framing the river below. He must have been carried out to the suburbs by the river… far enough from harm, or so he hoped. If the goons that jumped him had any brains between their ears they'd be following the river though.

"G… got to get out… out of here…" He breathed, weakly reaching up to grab the side of the strangers wet shirt. "D-danger…"

Large brown eyes blinked at him, before the young man nodded. The young man took Kageyama's hand, and placed it over the wound in his side, before rising and crawling around to his other side. "This will probably be painful." Was all the warning he gave. He lifted Kageyama's free arm, sliding his head and shoulders under it, before lacing his own small arm underneath the wounded man. He'd been right. It did hurt. Kageyama groaned, his head lolling to the side as the young man lifted him from the ground. "Stay with me now, I can't carry you unaided." He began to half drag the taller young man up the hill, the only help he received being the slight shuffling of feet as the taller young man attempted to carry some of his own weight.

It was nighttime, but he couldn't tell how late. The streets were quiet as they finally reached the barrier protecting the sidewalk from the drop into the river. The stranger helped him over the barrier before bringing him over to a bike that was resting on it's side. Setting Kageyama against the barrier, he righted the bike, before bringing it back to the injured party. "Here, get on, you can use me as support and I'll roll you- or else we'll be here all night. We'll get you to a payphone and call an ambulance."

Kageyama reached out and grabbed onto the young man's shirt, fisting the fabric over his chest. He looked half dead, but still managed an icy glare, "No. Hospitals." That wasn't a request.

"A-alright, no hospital." The young man helped him onto the bike, and within a few minutes, and a lot of wobbling, they were on their way. "I'm Hinata by the way- Hinata Shoyo" He looked up at the man who was sagging on his bike, holding onto his arm and the handles for dear life. Kageyama simply grunted in response, not offering his own name either from being stubborn, or being so out of it words were simply not an option.

He didn't know how long it took them to roll up to a rundown apartment building, but it felt like half a lifetime. It took more maneuvering, but eventually Hinata got him into the elevator and up to the sixth floor. Once they were inside, Hinata sat him down in the entry, and took off both their shoes before calling out quietly- "I'm home!" Shit. He hadn't thought about Hinata living with someone, he didn't want to put more people in danger with his presence than necessary. A small sound came from within the apartment, and a young, early teenaged girl appeared dressed for bed.

"Oniisan?" She asked, rubbing her eyes before peering at the pair. Hinata was starting to shiver from the damp clothing, and Kageyama was all but unconscious again.

"Natsu-chan, sorry to wake you up, were you sleeping?" His voice was soft, as he reached for his younger sister, ruffling her hair.

"No, I was waiting for you to get home, it's past midnight!" She scolded, her eyes set on Kageyama. "Who is…"

"A- a friend. He's not doing so well, so we're going to have him stay with us for a few days, okay?" She scrunched her nose at her brother's words, before slowly nodding. "Natsu-chan, could you do us a favor? We fell in the river and are freezing, could you run a bath?" She nodded, and turned without any fuss, yawning as she head back into the apartment.

"I- Sorry…" Kageyama croaked, "I don't want to cause any trouble, you probably should have lef-"

"None of that." Hinata commanded, half lifting the stranger once more. He led Kageyama into the apartment, which was mostly bare save for a sofa and table, and a small kitchen. Three doors sat open, two of them darkened, and one shining with the only light. The sound of running water came from the illuminated door, and soon Natsu was exiting. "Go to bed, I'll pull out a futon for him in my room." She eyed Kageyama again, which made him glad he was wearing black, and was already soaking wet. It made the blood hard to see, especially in the dark. Once she'd retreated into one of the darkened rooms and shut the door, Hinata let out a slow breath. "Okay, let's get you cleaned up."

Kageyama was easily embarrassed, and having a teenager strip you down and bathe you by hand with a cloth was enough to heat his cheeks with whatever blood was left for him to blush with. They'd patched up the wound in his side, which he'd refused to talk about how he received much to Hinata's complaints. Before he'd been bathed though, Hinata had made a call to someone named Yachi, and by the time Hinata had gotten him into a pair of dry briefs, and shorts, and had gotten himself in some dry pajamas, there was a quiet knock on the door.

Drying red hair bobbed down the hallway and opened the door. Kageyama had himself pressed to the wall, behind the bathroom door, holding his breath. Had they found him? Were they here to finish the job? His head spun, and he sagged against the floor, his chin resting on his chest. He was so, so very tired.

Small hands shook him awake, before a light slap found his cheek. Blue eyes flickered open again to meet chestnut eyes staring back. "He's bleeding through the bandaging." A female voice stated, her tone scolding.

Hinata moved a step away from Kageyama, revealing the guest. A short woman with dirty blonde hair stood in the doorway, looking down at him. She had with her a black case which she set on the floor before kneeling next to his limp form. He tried to shy away, but had none of the energy to do so.

"It's okay, this is Yachi-san- she's a nursing student, and a friend." Hinata assured, his voice taking on the soft tone he'd used with his sister. Kageyama relaxed some.

"Can you tell me your name?" She asked, digging through her bag. He remained silent, chewing nervously on the inside of his cheek. She pulled out a small flashlight and gently touched his chin, tipping his face up to be level with hers. Her eyebrow rose as if to coax an answer from him. He flicked his eyes up at Hinata who was watching calmly from his perch on the side of the bath.

"K-Kageyama, Tobio." He felt his stomach backflip with nerves. Even though he was in a strange place, far away from the incident… he felt so vulnerable..

"Okay Kageyama, I'm going to ask you a few simple questions, okay?" She spoke carefully, ask if trying to tame a wild animal, "Look straight ahead now." He did as she instructed, and she shone a little light into his eyes. "Can you tell me your age?"

He hesitated before breathing out, "Twenty-one."

Yachi flicked the light over to his other eye, "Date of birth?"

"D-December twenty-second… what does this have-"

"This is just in case I can't do anything to help you and your condition worsens. If it comes down to having you die on Hinata-san's bathroom floor, and getting you to an emergency room, I have to be able to tell them something other than, random guy of random age found in a random river." She sighed, "Details we'll keep to ourselves, play dumb… but I don't want Hinata-san to get in trouble for helping you."

He hesitated, then relaxed. "O-okay".

She lowered the light and placed it in the case before bringing her gloved hands gently around his head, running her fingers over his scalp. It felt good for the most part, until she hit a spot behind his left ear, and suddenly the world was spinning, and his much earlier lunch was threatening reexposure. "Steady, steady… Hinata, could you support him?" He couldn't keep his head up, and his body was sagging further. Suddenly a body was next to his, one arm looped around him while another held his shoulder. "Alright, you've got a head injury- could be from your dip in the river-" She was fishing for answers, and he was too dizzy to avoid his unorganized brain spitting out what she wanted.

"T'sn't." he was going for it wasn't, but some mumbling took it's place, "they jumped me…" was all but a whisper.

Hinata's hand on his shoulders tightened. Yachi's forehead was creased with concern as she lowered her gaze down his bare abdomen, already showing a rainbow of bruises. Gently she touched a few over the front of his chest. "CPR compressions?" The question confused Kageyama, however Hinata offered a response.

"Yeah, I heard a crack too... " He sounded ashamed.

"That tends to happen." She touched the bruising, causing an anguished groan to escape Kageyama's throat. His head rolled on his neck, resting his temple against Hinata's shoulder as he tried to keep conscious through the raw discomfort and pain. "You're doing great, Kageyama-san." She soothed, taking a moment to touch his arm over more bruising centered around his left elbow. His left hand was also quite discoloured around the wrist, and swollen. "Probably some fractures in the wrist, elbow and ribs. Best to keep him stationary for a few days. We'll splint the arm and wrist." She muttered more to herself than anyone else. She moved her hands lower to the rough bandaging, and slowly peeled it off.

Kageyama yelped at the bandage pulling at his wound, pinching his eyes shut as he bit his bottom lip painfully.

"He was stabbed?" Her response was immediate, her eyes wide as she dug through her case. In no time she was cleaning the wound, causing Kageyama to cry out in pain at the burning sensation. Hinata moved his hand to cover his mouth, before giving up and grabbing a hand towel. He rolled the towel and placed it in Kageyama's mouth and hissed at him to bite down. Kageyama complied, his uninjured hand clenching onto anything he could grab- Hinata's thigh, though the redhead hardly reacted to the painful squeeze.

Yachi finished cleaning the wound, and quickly made work of examining it. She did her best to measure the depth of the wound, and the severity without causing more damage, but the pain was too much for the young man. He sagged completely, going limp as he fell uncfvgfffffffffffffffffffffffffonscious.

When he awoke, there was light shining on him, though it was soft, and coming from the window next to him. It took him a few minutes to figure out where he was, and although he wanted to get up and look around, his body wasn't responding at all.

"You're awake." Hinata sat next to him, looking exhausted. Next to Hinata was a smaller case, similar to Yachi's, however the petite blonde was nowhere to be seen. Kageyama groaned in response. "You think you can handle some water? I've got some pain meds and vitamins you should take." Kageyama thought about refusing, laying still felt not so terrible after all, however the lure of pain meds won him over. He managed a weak nod, allowing Hinata to help him sit up against a small mountain of pillows.

Kageyama managed to choke back two painkillers, and some sort of Iron vitamin concoction horse-pill, before sagging weakly into the pillows. "T-thanks." He croaked weakly.

"No problem." Hinata looked a bit nervous, his hands fidgeting as he all but squirmed on his spot next to the futon. "Uh-"

Kageyama disliked the suspense, his brows furrowed in his telltale scowl, "What is it?"

"Oh! Nothing bad- well, maybe. Yachi wanted me to clean and redress your wounds when you woke up.

"Ah. Uh, do what you have to I guess… thanks again." The raven haired man muttered, looking away. Hinata moved from his spot to open the small case and move closer to Kageyama's side. He put on gloves, before gently reaching up to his patient's head, and unwrapping the bandage that wrapped around his head, above his eyebrows and behind his ears. It hurt when the bandage was pulled from the wound, the mixture of dried blood, and whatever ointment was added to it had caked onto the fabric, and nearly sealed it to his skin.

"Sorry!" Hinata exclaimed when Kageyama hissed at the sensation. He took tweezers, and a cotton ball which he'd coated in alcohol, and began dabbing at the wound. It stung terribly, but was over quickly. Then he was applying an ointment again before wrapping the wound. Easy enough, not terribly painful. He could do this.

His abdomen wound was much, much worse. Once the bandage was off, Kageyama could see the dark bruising around the wound, though was surprised to see a neat stitching job where the deep gash had once been. Hinata offered him a small nod to make sure he was ready before applying the alcohol solution. "Ah- S-shit!" Kageyama hissed, pressing his head back into the pillows while balling his fists in the blankets.

"Almost there-" Hinata stated, his tongue sticking out between his lips in concentration as he carefully maneuvered the cotton ball around the stitches as to not cause more pain than necessary. The ointment didn't burn as much- in fact it had a cooling sensation, but it was still uncomfortable upon application. Within a few minutes, hinata had him wrapped up and redressed. Finally able to breathe easy (save for the fractured rib which made breathing rather uncomfortable, of course), Kageyama took a look around. The room was pretty bare, a dresser, two futons including the one he was currently laying on taking up most of the space, a pile of folded clothing on top of the other, and a scattering of textbooks. He noticed a Waseda University sweater tossed in a corner and frowned.

"Do you have an older brother or something?" Hinata followed his gaze to the sweater before shaking his head.

"No, it's just Natsu and I- the sweater's mine, I'm a Sports Science Major at Waseda." He was watching kageyama as he spoke, his red brow slowly cocking at the expression the wounded party was giving him.

"University? Did you graduate early from grade school or something?" Kageyama was staring intently back at the smaller young man, eyes roving all over him to look for some hint as to how a kid was a university student.

"N-no? I turned twenty-two this past june."

"Come again?"

"I'm twenty-two."

"Bullshit."

"...I get that a lot." Hinata was pink in the face, looking down at his hands that rested in his lap.

"You're just so… small."

"Oi! Rude."

Kageyama found himself laughing, before immediately regretting it, hunching over his stomach in pain. "-laughing… ow, no laughing…" he heaved.

"Ah, yeah. Sorry. Are you hungry at all?" Hinata was already standing, his own stomach grumbling as he moved. Pink painted his cheek at the sound of his hunger.

"I should probably try, whether i've an appetite or not." Kageyama admitted, "Sorry to impose further…"

"Don't be ridiculous." The smile that Hinata flashed him was painful to look at, so clear and bright, devoid of any ulterior motive. Kageyama felt like he'd just looked at the sun after spending weeks in the dark. The smaller young man left the room, and soon sounds of the kitchen being used filled the open air of the apartment. Within forty minutes or so, they were both sitting in the room again, eating congee. It actually wasn't half bad. "When mum died… ah, I had to learn to take care of Natsu. That happened during my first year of Uni, I'd just turned eighteen. I had to drop some courses and take classes part time while working, on top of being her guardian." They'd begun chatting, getting to know one another to fill the silence as they ate.

"I'm sorry to hear that…" Kageyama was never good when it came to family stuff, his experience in the matter was extremely lacking.

"What about your family- oh! I bet they're worried, not having heard from you!" The innocence of this young man was blowing his mind. How had he not figured out that Kageyama belonged to a world that was laced with shadows? He'd been beaten, stabbed, and left for dead in a river… and when he was saved, he demanded that he'd not be taken to a hospital. He had friends that would be worried sure, but no mother to cry over his absence.

"Ah… I don't have one." Was his muttered response. Hinata's face fell, his congee nearly spilling from his spoon, an inch from his mouth.

"You don't have anyone at all? Anyone who would notice you missing?"

"I've got friends, they're practically family… I'm sure they've got their ears to the pavement keeping track of any word that might come their way." Kageyama admitted.

Hinata put his bowl down and leaned closer, eyes bright, "Well?! Don't you want to let them know you're alive?"

The raven-haired pushed back against his pillows at the sudden proximity of the young man, and offered a weak shrug before wincing at the motion. "I mean, yeah- but if I call them they'll want to come get me… I don't want you to get involved in that world."

The smaller young man's eyes became very serious, "Were they the ones that did this to you?"

"No! Of course not! It's just… the type of people I hang around… they're- no, we're the type of people that make enemies. Enemies that do shit like this." He gestured to his own body. "The guys that jumped me didn't have a personal vendetta or anything, they're after our crew- and if I send word of where I am… I know those guys, all reasonable thinking will fly out the window and they'll roll up here on their bikes, not even worrying about being followed. That'll put you and your sister in danger."

Hinata scowled for a moment, but seemed to accept this. "Alright, just… just get some rest, and we'll get you back to them as soon as possible."

He slept restlessly that night. Sweat covered his skin, as he writhed in his sleep, unable to toss and turn due to his injuries. Cold hands felt like they were gripping onto him, dragging him down into the depths of the river, air failing to reach his lungs as he drowned…

"Kageyama! Kageyama-san please wake up!" The cold hands were not death greeting him, but instead Hinata, trying to rouse him. Blue eyes flickered open, as he gasped desperately for air. Hinata helped him sit up, his hand rubbing soothing circles on his back as the taller young man heaved, trying to get his lungs functioning properly. "Nightmare?" Kageyama simply nodded, his head swirling with fatigue, and dizziness.

"I-I feel like I'm drowning in that river every time I let myself sleep." Hot tears were dotting his cheeks, surprising him.

"Shhh, it's okay." The redhead said soothingly, using his free hand to feel Kageyama's forehead. "You've got a fever." He propped Kageyama up on the pillows again, and disappeared for water, and medicine. Once the injured party had taken those, he vanished and returned with a cool, damp cloth, helping Kageyama lay back, he rest the damp fabric over his brow.

Kageyama could feel his heart still thrumming loudly in his chest, his body quivering with fear, and adrenaline from the dream. Hinata pushed his futon closer, closing the gap between theirs before laying back down. It was nighttime, and the young man looked exhausted. Getting comfortable, Hinata reached over and took Kageyama's hand in his, stroking soothing circles along his palm with his thumb.

"W-what are you-?"

"Shh, go to sleep. You aren't going to drown. I'll make sure of it." Hinata's voice was already getting husky with sleep, his eyes closed as he stroked his guests hand.

Kageyama gulped, trying to calm his heart. His face felt very, very warm. The soothing circles must have been helping however, because in no time he was already drifting off into dreamland.