This is going to be mature because of the violence and death that resides in this story. Have fun~ Comments welcome! :)

Chapter 1

The match finally came to a close as Karasuno was declared the winners over their rivals of Aoba Josei. The team sluggishly made their way to their bus preparing for the long ride home, completely exhausted from their long and tiring day. Every student that boarded just about collapsed in their seats, enjoying the first bit of rest they've had in quite some time. Ukai looked on as everyone boarded and, once all were in their seats, nodded to Takeda to begin the long ride home. Kageyama sat resting his head against the cold window of the bus as a silent yawn escaped his mouth. Tiredly he looked around and noticed that everyone else looked about as worn out as he. Instead of the hooping and hollering one would normally hear over the grand feat they just accomplished, the bus was peacefully quiet, the only sounds being the humming of the engine and the occasional light snores of the majority of the other passengers who were already out cold. The two older men were up front talking, Ukai leaning over his seat into the front of the bus, seemingly forgetting all safety rules as he stood in the middle of the aisle chatting to Takeda.

The match was long and exhausting, but it was all worth it to see the look on Oikawa's face as the last ball hit the ground and Karasuno was declared the winner. Just thinking about that made Kageyama smile in satisfactionas he glanced over at Hinata, whose final spike decided the game, curled up into a ball next to him and slightly drooling. We finally won, he thought as a long yawn grew and diminished into a slight smirk and turned his head away from the first year next to him and back towards the window, dark clouds covering the twilight sky, rain clouds approaching. Hinata had passed out in his seat even before the bus left and instead of yelling at or waking Hinata up so that he may have the seat to himself, Kageyama simply let him rest. I hate to admit it, but he was not a dumbass today, Kageyama thought, we can argue another day. Watching the dark silhouettes of trees go by, his eyelids began to droop closed as he drifted gradually to sleep.

In the back seat of the bus, a few rows behind the now unconscious Kageyama, Noya sat slouched in his seat with his knees up against the seat in front of him as he lackadaisically pressed the buttons of Tanaka's new PSP. Despite normally being able to fall asleep on the bus to and from matches, he just could not manage to calm the adrenaline surging through his body ever since the match. At least that is what he told himself; the real reason was probably his seat-mate Tanaka, whose snores were abnormally loud this night. Because Tanaka took the part of the seat adjacent to the aisle, Noya, being trapped between him and the window and not having the energy to move, resolved to simply borrow his PSP and tap away until the rumbling noise subsided to a level he could endure. At times like these he was jealous of Tsukishima who always seemed to have a set of headphones with him to cancel out noise and listen to music. There were not many times in his life that Noya was ever jealous of someone, especially Tsukishima, but today was one of those days. He always wondered what kind of music Tsukishima listened to? Was it soothing classical music? Or maybe it was hard core metal? Tsukishima was a hard one to read. He looked and acted like a dick but who knows, maybe deep down he was a real softy for Mozart or something? After a few seconds thinking about musical tastes, Noya threw that thought aside and reverted his eyes back to the hand held game council and spent the next few minutes trying to figure out how to turn the brightness down. After finding it he booted up some Final Fantasy game that was in the device and played it, despite knowing next-to-nothing about it.

Up front, Daichi shifted from side to side in a restless sleep. Though he kept telling the team that his mouth was fine, the truth was that the medicine they gave him seemed to be wearing out and the throbbing in his gums was causing the captain to wake multiple times throughout the ride. At one particular point during the bus ride, he woke up to a slight stinging pain emanating from his jaw, he had drank all his water beforehand and had nothing to do but wait it out as he just sat quietly with his hand over his mouth as his eyes tried to fight back the tears. Suga, seemingly feeling Daichi rustle in the seat next to him, calmly woke up, noticed his friend in pain, and reached down into his bag to offer his water bottle to Daichi. He thanked Suga with a nod and took a large drink from the bottle, sloshing it around his mouth as the physician instructed him previously. Suga smiled tiredly as he eventually slumped over and rested his head against Daichi's shoulder and fell back to sleep.

Ukai stood, lounging over into the front area of the bus, arms resting on the back of Takeda's seat as he and the teacher chatted away. Eventually their conversation dimmed down to a mere mutter as Ukai took the opportunity to look behind him. "Looks like everyone's out cold" he said as he glanced at the crew then back up front and continued, "I don't blame them, they fought hard today. Hell, even I'm tired and I didn't even play, all I did was observe and cheer them on." He paused for a moment to smile and very softly, almost as if to himself, said "I am very proud of them. All their training finally paid off." Takeda heard this and glanced in the rearview mirror and smirked, but quickly reverted his eyes back to the road.

"I can't believe we finally beat Aobajosai, it seems like forever ago since the last time we played them." Takeda said, pausing as he slowed down to take a left turn onto another country road, making the bus incline slowly as it made its way up the mountainside path. "I still remember the last time we played them and, I will admit, we have come a long way."

"It's all thanks to you, really" Ukai blurted out, causing the teacher to blush in response. "W-what do you mean?" Takeda questioned, as Ukai ran a hand threw his own hair.

"If it weren't for your persistence at getting stronger, schools like Nekoma and Fukurodani to play us, we would have never gotten this far," the coach declared, thinking back to all the hard work that Takeda must have put into this team. "I also wouldn't be here without your persistence. So yeah... thanks for that too." Ukai said with a sincere grin forming on his face. "I think I'll treat them all to something real nice tomorrow for dinner..." he paused as if thinking about something then changed his mind, "No, better yet, maybe breakfast would be better. Now that we won, tomorrow's going to be a hectic day… facing Shiratorizawa next isn't going to be easy, but I have faith in our team and having a team breakfast is a great way to boost spirits." The coach stated, as he shifted his feet side by side as one of his legs started falling asleep on him. He observed the landscape go by, the rice fields slowly turning into a grouping of trees now changing the landscape from flatlands to an incline of mountainside, as the dark clouds that loomed over them finally spilled and rain started to hit the roof of the bus. "By the looks of it we still won't be home for a while so I think I'm going to catch some Z's." Ukai finished as Takeda nodded and he took a step back towards his empty bus seat and turned to rest his head against the window. He stretched his arms up as far as his body could go and yawned, eyes tracing the drops of rains running down the window as his they started drooping closed. Soon he was just as silent as all the others on the bus as he joined them in slumber.

Takeda sat in the driver's seat with both of his hands gently cradling the bottom part of the wheel, listening to the soft patter of rain bouncing off the windshield in front of him and the soft hum of the engine swell and shrink with the changing speeds of the vehicle. Occasionally, another car would approach; a droning crescendo until a climax was met and the two meet side-by-side, after which the opposing engine would immediately descend into silence. However, this was a rare occurrence, not many people used this road since the highway was faster, but something about main highway roads didn't fit well with the teacher. He was always more of a backroads and scenic type anyway.

The wiper blades of the bus smoothly glided from corner to corner in a rhythmic fashion as if they themselves were conducting this nocturnal symphony before Takeda's eyes. He always loved driving at night to listen to the music of the road. The rain made it even more enjoyable as the light emanating from the front of the bus combined with the rain splattering and dancing down the windshield before tragically getting swooped to the side by the wiper. He smiled as he crested a hill and looked over the countryside before him, observing the profile of trees softly highlighted by the aforementioned light. Lights from houses far off in the distance seemingly merged together to create a light golden lining under the dark sky. He never complained about driving everyone to and from matches for this very reason: pure serenity.

Abruptly, what was once a light rain turned into a formidable shower, then an outright downpour. The wipers whipped almost chaotically back and forth across the windshield, engaged in a losing battle against the onslaught of rainfall that challenged them. Takeda, worry growing in the pit of his stomach, slowed their pace slightly, the roads getting slick underneath the heavy bus. He was used to driving on these types of roads, in these conditions; he knew how to compensate for slippery tires. Normally though he drove his car so he had to remember that buses were much different in how you drive them. The only unknown variable was the back-heavy load, but with a slower, more even pace he was confident they would at least make it to the next rest stop to wait out the rest of the storm.

A flash of highbeams and a blaring horn, the latter obscured previously by the ever-loudening storm, tore from Takeda any confidence that he might have had, wrenching it from him as it presented itself to be a semi-truck, veering into his lane. Quickly, to avoid a head on collision, Takeda slammed on the brakes and turned to the left, away from the center of the road and towards the guard rail. He pushed the wheel back to the right, the tires squealing as he tried to gain any semblance of control. Takeda almost regained composure, but with the back end of the bus veering into the right, it was a prime target for the speeding semi.

Ukai, along with the rest of the team, jolted awake from their dazed naps as the blaring horn of the other vehicle rang through the night. Sluggishly the team tried to comprehend what was going on as the other vehicle collided and made contact with the side of the bus. Ukai tried to get ahold of the situation that was going down as he yelled for Takeda, gripping the side of his seat. The oncoming semi-truck clipped the right side of the rear end of the bus, enough to change Takeda's trajectory and tilt the bus almost enough to roll over. The unfortunate students on the right side of the bus, including Kiyoko, Suga, Hinata, and Yamaguchi, flew across the aisle and collided with those on the left as the steering wheel spun and the black haired teacher gripped it with all his might trying to change his course back to where he had it before. The back corner of the bus hit with such force causes the wheel to malfunction as well thus making it hard to get the bus back on track. The sudden noise followed by the crunch of metal and glass caused the bus to rapidly spin in a half-circle before colliding with a guardrail, the momentum and size of the vehicle forcing it over the short rail. By this point everyone was awake and startled as the loud crash and collision with the rail caused the team to collectively jolt in a panicked state as they all experienced the bus tip over the rail with little resistance.

Yells of fellow team members could be heard as they all braced themselves the best they could by trying to grab hold of something, the bus starting its journey down the mountainside. Though this only took but a moment, for the team and their adult supervisors, time seemed to stop as the people aboard the bus saw their lives flash before their eyes as if in slow motion. Those on the right side of the bus fell out of their seats, into people on the left side, some crushing others. While others fell onto the glass of the windows in the empty seats, some cracking, other windows fully busting to pieces. The chaos inside and out was tremendous as bones cracked, screams filled the air, and the shuffling of bodies and bags shifted from one side to the next. The team fell with the momentum of the bus as it made its way down the mountainside. The cacophony of crunching metal, windows shattering and people screaming was nearly as frightening as the rolling tempest itself. The downpour of rain had created a slick mudslide, making it easier for the bus to continue down but more difficult for passengers inside. With no seat belts to hold them down, the damage rate grew quickly. As bodies smashed against walls, windows, and even other people. The large vehicle seemed to hit every little thing, even changed trajectory at one time. Instead of rolling sideways the bus was now sliding down the cliff nose first at alarming speeds.

The seating arrangement didn't matter anymore because nobody stayed long enough in the same seat. People who were on the left side would fly into those on the right, who would act as a cushion in their fall. While others weren't so lucky when they fell, having nobody to fall into so most people just ended up on the floor, just trying to grab onto whatever they could. The people closest to the back hung onto whatever they could for dear life, while people near the middle like Hinata and Kageyama lay half under the seat, half in the isle way holding onto the edge of a seat as tight as possible. Cries of terror were heard throughout the crumpled metal shell as Suga slammed into Asahi and Narita into the ceiling. Those up front tried to follow suit by grabbing onto something as well, some with luck, others not. Kiyoko and Ukai were on the floor near the front window, Ukai gripping the front seat with all his might. The poor girl grabbing Ukai around the waist as tight as she could, tears running down her cheeks as she cried for help in the midst of the vehicular chaos. The Coach held tightly around the metal pole of the seat he was residing in only moments ago, as glass, twigs, branches, and dirt were getting thrown everywhere.

As the bus continued careening down the hellish mud-and-rock-covered ridge, the screams of the occupants became increasingly muted by the screeching and scraping of metal against cold stone like rakes clawing a chalkboard. Mud began to build up on the front end of the bus, slowing it down slightly and allowing the rear to catch up to it, resulting in the bus beginning to slide diagonally down the mountainside. A thunderous slam resonated throughout the vehicle as the back end crashed into a large tree. The broken windows near the collision completely shattered as the rear was repelled to the other side. Many of the, comparably, fortunate students who had secured handholds on the windows and seats were dislodged and catapulted toward the back windows. The emergency exit door in the back swung open, almost off its hinges, as gym bags, backpacks, and all sorts of things poured out of the bus. Ukai lost his grip with his left arm but the other remained fixed to the metal pole, despite shards of glass cutting open his exposed right arm. Instead of regaining his hold on the pole, he reached his hand down to the manager, whose grip on his waist began to weaken from the impact. He managed to grab one of Kiyoko's arms near the elbow while struggling to hold on to the bar with his other hand.

Suddenly, the bus, as if in a cruel pinball machine, recoiled back straight upon slamming into yet another large tree. Thus causing the emergency exit that was barely holding on before to get completely ripped off. Windows shattered yet again, sending more glass through the air to accompany the ragdoll-like students. The force of this collision detached Kiyoko's grip on Ukai completely and Ukai, already weakened from this ride through hell, felt her arm slip through his fingers and watched as she was propelled overtop the seats toward the back of the bus. As she tumbled backward, Kiyoko felt her right wrist snap backward as both pain and blood shot to her head, causing her ears to ring as her right arm burned. Her knuckles were now touching her forearm and a shattered, spear-like bone protruded out of her wrist. She had nearly lost consciousness from this when her legs hit a broken window about halfway from the back of the bus.

This window was not close enough to the rear and so had not completely shattered but was weak enough so that her legs could crash through and wedge herself into the window, bottom half dangling outside the bus and the top half still inside. Kiyoko attempted to move but the glass of the window had already pierced into her waist, meaning the only way out was to push herself back into the bus, which was not possible with her one arm and lack of energy. The descending vehicle began to turn diagonal yet again with Kiyoko's window facing toward the front, the pressure and roughness of the descent forcing the glass deeper into Kiyoko's waist. She could hardly keep her head straight when she saw, illuminated by the single remaining headlight of the bus, a large, dark pine tree. Kiyoko could do nothing but watch as the bus rammed into the tree at an angle near the front, causing the bus to slide along the tree. She simply looked at Ukai with tears in her eyes as the tree met her position on the bus, flattened her legs and viciously ripped her out of the bus, leaving only pieces of her torn off skin on the sills of the windows behind where she was.

Not only Kiyoko's, but other voices faded into the night as the cries and screams echoing inside the bus began to diminish one by one. Some were ejected from the bus while others simply fell silent while still inside of the steel deathtrap. Not long after Kiyoko's demise, the bus rammed forcefully into a strong group of trees, the sudden abrupt force resounded through the broken landscape. The force of the stop made some bodies fly forward out of the bus through the windshield into glass-covered earth or even the trees themselves. The engine, smoking since the top of the hill, caught fire, leaving the nose of the bus covered in small flames and thick black smoke. Branches pierced through the fire and smoke into the vehicle, stretching in as if inviting those left inside into the blackish inferno.

No more screams could be heard throughout the landscape. The screeching metal cage had finally come to a silent halt. Even the rain had diminished from the previous downpour to a light drizzle. The only sound that remained was the light tapping of rain on the leaves of the canopy above and on the shell of the bus. Dishonest tranquility and silence birthed from the heart of chaos.

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