Hey, guys, I've written a story. I've never written for this fandom before, as I just got into this anime a few months ago. One thing I noticed flipping through the fanfiction here is that there seems to be a lot of fics about Hinata dying (or almost dying), and how it affects the team (presumably because he's such a beacon of light for them), but not too many about Tsukishima in the same situation, so I thought I'd show the other side.

Disclaimer: I do not own Haikyu or its characters.

So without further ado, please enjoy my brain child.

Lunar Eclipse

Chapter One

Silence. A soft, warm comfort. Darkness.

Ringing, piercing the dark calm.

Ukai sat up in his bed and plucked the noisy cell phone from his bedside table. He couldn't even say hello before the voice on the other end of the line interrupted his thoughts.

"Coach, you need to call the team together for a meeting."

Ukai immediately knew this was going to be a long conversation. He flipped on the lamp sitting on the table, illuminating the room, shattering his once dark and comfortable state of mind. The light nearly blinded him for a second, and he closed his eyes, blinking several times until he adjusted, though it was a futile effort. His eyes stung, and he still squinted.

"It's 2am. Why would I do that?" The person on the other end of the line hesitated. He knew that voice, but he was just too tired to put it to a face or a name. However...something about the voice worried him. There was hidden emotion there, veiled by a silky gossamer, that its owner was failing to extinguish completely. Shock? Or was it something worse?

"There's been an emergency. And the team needs to know about it right away." The coach's eyes widened considerably at the word "emergency." The name of the voice's owner clicked into place.

"What...what happened? What's wrong? Sugawara?"

The voice on the other end of the phone trembled, dripping with a muddled pain, one that seemed to just now be breaking the shock that had concealed it so thinly. Ukai knew then, this was bad. Something was very wrong.

"Sugawara," he tried again, "What's going on?"

The younger man paused again. It was clear to Ukai that this conversation was taking a lot out of him. When Sugawara spoke again, he was close to tears.

"Tsukishima's been shot."

"Fuck."

What else was he supposed to be thinking at a time like this? Was there a more appropriate reaction to hearing that one of your student athletes had been viciously gunned down?

Shit. Sugawara was a mess now. In the few seconds it had taken Ukai to process what he'd heard, the poor kid had fallen apart. The veil having been completely torn away, the young man was crying terribly. He could hear his voice on the other end of the phone: trembling, filled with hiccups and sniffles. Ukai threw the blanket off his body and swung his legs so his feet hung off the side of the bed. He stood, and felt his stomach hit the floor.

"Okay, pull yourself together," he said forcing the knee-jerk nausea response back down his throat, "Where are you?"

"Miyagi General. He just went into surgery a little while ago." Ukai tried his best soothing dad voice.

"Sugawara sit tight. I'm on my way. We're gonna talk about this, we're gonna talk to Tsukishima's family - Have you called Tsukishima's family?"

"No, sir."

"We're gonna talk to Tsukishima's family, and once everything's settled, we're gonna have an emergency meeting with the team. Sound good?"

"Yeah." Sugawara's voice was getting quieter with each answer. Ukai tried not to think about such a good-natured kid going into shock.

"Sugawara, I'll be fifteen minutes tops," he said, and hung up.

Ukai tossed the phone back onto his bedside table and sat back down on the edge of his bed. Soon only the echoes of his heavy breathing and pounding heart broke the silence of the empty apartment. He put his face in his hands and ran his fingers through his hair. This kid could be dead before the sun comes up. He's what, 16? Shit. He'd never met the family, but he knew his grandfather coached the elder Tsukishima a handful of years ago. Events like this were life-changing. Death does more than destroy team morale. Death destroys lives. Every person connected to the deceased would change. Nothing could ever be the same.

Ukai stood, interrupting his own thoughts. Death was the last thing he wanted to think about. He ruffled through his drawers, trying to find at least one pair of clean pants. After he succeeded, he dressed himself, throwing on a wadded t-shirt he'd found in the corner of his bedroom. He grabbed his phone from the bedside table, checked its charge, and stuffed it in his back pocket. Making his way into the kitchen, he put on the first shoes his hands found and took his keys from the kitchen table. He glanced around the apartment and opened the door to the hallway. He paused. Closing the door again, he found a jacket hanging on one of the kitchen chairs. From its pocket he fished his lighter and cigarettes. He had a feeling it would be several hours before he could come back to grab them, and something told him he would definitely need a smoke before this whole ordeal was over. With that, Ukai left his apartment, closing the door behind him.

So this has been the first chapter. Please let me know if you enjoyed it. Any and all constructive criticism is welcome.

Just a note, Westernizing the environment was a conscious choice. I am not confident that my meager knowledge of Japanese culture is enough to write it authentically, so I wrote what I knew. Thank-you for your understanding.