"You can't leave." You can't leave. Kageyama shakes his head with a jerky motion, as he scrabbles through the small building. "Stop it. Please." He turns to her, his eyes wide. This can't be true. Liar, liar! However, Kageyama, being the realist he is, has already come to terms that such a fearful girl such as herself, wouldn't lie about such a thing. "Stop it!" She shrieks, as he slams at the lock. "Please, stop!" Her voice, dropping octaves lower, her fragile, delicate tone cracking, as her composure shatters. Under normal circumstances, he would've been reluctant at continuing his actions at the sound of the desperateness in her voice, but with panic clouding his consent, he continues. "Stop!" She wraps her slender fingers around his wrist.
"Shut up!" Kageyama snarls. "Shut the hell up!" The girl, despite possibly being a year or so older than him, is easily overpowered as he yanks himself out of her spindly hands. He grabs a nearby chair, painted in a pastel pink color. "I-" He slams the dainty chair straight into one of the windows nearby the kitchen, and a satisfactory feeling simmers his anger just slightly. His confusion and fear dissipates, as he's ready to escape.
Then he stops. The sinking, horrifyingly empty feeling that's suffocating at the moment, distracts him from his bleeding palm as he clenches onto the glass fragments that still clung onto the wooden frame. The window leads to a brick structure, blocking the exit out of the window. "We're underneath, we cannot escape." Once again, the girl's voice had returned to its general feathery timbre she had used with him when he woke up.
"Underneath?" He inwardly flinches at the meekness of his voice. "W-what do you mean?" He asks, his voice hardening after stumbling over his first word. He hesitates. "You mean underneath Daniel's house?" He questions harshly, and his fear occupies his mind once more.
Vulgar language spouts out of his mouth the moment the girl nods slightly, and he storms ahead. "If you continue to break the furniture," the girl begins, raising the volume of her voice. "You'll just make him angrier!" She exclaims. He doesn't care. To think, that the man Daniel, who introduced himself while Kageyama was walking home, legitimately kidnapped him right off the streets. His mouth running off with colorful words, all fueled by frustration and disappointment within himself, he finally forces himself to stop rampaging. So far, all the other doors led to small bedrooms, that resembles the fanciness and decorations of a hotel's sleeping arrangements for a room. One door opens up to a washroom, that's void of any sort of object Kageyama could use to help support for his goal of escaping.
He storms across the colorful, patterned carpet. Hell, this entire place resembles a dollhouse. The stove, a light color of pastel green; matched with the pink countertop of the little kitchen near where he's standing. And then there's the fucking wallpaper, adorned with roses and a dullen jade background. Something that he presumes Natsu would love; not him.
Figuring that despite him not being smart, he's rather observant and ready to make strategic plans, Kageyama realizes that perhaps, he can outsmart this 'Daniel', and figure a way out. "Tell me the code," he fiercely turns to the young girl, who stares at him, blinking. "Don't play innocent," he growls. "Tell. Me. The. Damn. Code," he punctures one of the buttons of the lock bolted onto the one metal door, that Kageyama presumes to be the only efficient exit out of here.
"He changes it every day. I don't know." She answers softly, her eyes wide and her frame shivering. Kageyama, exasperated, slams another one of those damn chairs onto the wall, watching as the pillow that had occupied that seat, fall to the ground. "Stop it!" She screeches. Frowning, Kageyama lowers the chair at the clank that emitted from the wall when he slammed the foot of the chair against it. Metal. He can't possibly tear through metal walls. Scowling, he turns to her. She shuffles back in her pink flats. Even she resembles a fucking doll for this fucking dollhouse.
"What is this place," Kageyama's rather aware that he can seem rather ominous and demonic at moments [helpfully informed by Hinata], so he struggles to sound rather gentle. Yes. Gentle for a man who's holding a smashed chair in his hands. He releases the grip on the leg of the chair, watching as it finally splinters on the ground. "Where am I?" He asks once more, inhaling sharply.
Yeah. No worries. Someone will notice he's missing eventually. Eventually.
"You're home." The girl responds softly, flashing a smile with her painted crimson lips.
"Iwa-chan, you're so mean!" Oikawa chirrups happily, as his friend glowers at him nastily. "Besides, it's not like my new house is that weird," he mutters indignantly. Besides, just because they moved, doesn't mean Oikawa's going to necessarily leave his volleyball team; if anything, their new house is located closer to the school than his old building.
"I'm being truthful." Iwaizumi replies coldly. "I love that you moved; now I have a shorter distance to walk you home to. I can get rid of your stupid face earlier than usual." And as if on cue, they approach an intersection. The sidewalk, split into two, one leading to the left, the other to the right. Oikawa suddenly feels rather strange, and perhaps...bilious? Yes. It's small, it's a small situation that shouldn't even bother Oikawa. However, his stomach twists in a sickening manner, and the feeling of disappointment so strong, that Oikawa nearly trips over his buckling knees. But Oikawa supposes that he can still walk with Iwaizumi, as long as they can meet at this stop sign that's in front of them. It's just that their walk together will be shorter than usual. For some strange reason, this doesn't please Oikawa despite it being rather small as he sees Iwaizumi every day whether he wants to see his friend or not.
"Yeah right, you'll miss my cute face," Oikawa chirps, his large eyes flitting over to him. "Well, good day!" He forces himself to sound rather cheerful and indifferent about this new change, as he flanks down the left sidewalk. He hesitates, and turns around, watching as Iwaizumi continues down the right road of asphalt.
Sighing, Oikawa continues down the street, and quickly, approaches his new house. It's not bad. Actually, he received a room more spacious than usual. Quickly, he runs up the steps of his new porch, and swings open the door. His mother never locks the door around the afternoon, as often, Oikawa slips in and out the house without warning.
The moment he enters his new, unfamiliar house, he dumps his bag in a dining chair, as he reaches for his phone. However, a sudden chime causes him to retract his hand, as he blinks. After a second of hesitation, the chime sounds once more. His mother shouldn't be home from work yet-
"Oh, hello." Oikawa greets, as he creaks open the door [which he had yet to lock]. The man who had rung on his doorbell waves in response, after readjusting his glasses. "Who are you?" He asks with a friendly air.
"I'm your new neighbor, call me Daniel."
He hadn't expected to already have his sights on someone else; especially a day after kidnapping that beautiful raven-haired boy. Daniel shoves aside the bookcase [which was stacked full of books, yes, but still considerably easy for such a weedy man as him to move, as the bookshelf was balanced on hidden wheels], and opens the metal door behind it. Running down the flight of stairs, he's met with another metal door. Flinging it open, he's greeted with the boy, who rounds to him at the sound of the opening door.
"Tobio." The boy's spine arches at the sound of his name, and his glistening cobalt eyes frost over, as they harden into a glare. How beautiful. But then, the boy shoves by him, and Daniel stumbles back. "Tobio. Stop." He calls out, unconcerned. "You can't open the door." The first door he entered, locks once closed, unless if the correct passcode's entered. "You can't escape." The sound of rattling metal alerts him, signifying that Kageyama's desperately trying to get out. "Come back." He says softly. He turns to the other prisoner, who smiles at his appearance. "Sachiko." [Yes, this is an OC, but trust me, she's only here for character development on Kageyama. She won't become a main character or one of those, 'Mary Sues' or whatever]. "Welcome, my lovely." The girl smiles charmingly as normal.
"Welcome back, Daniel. I didn't expect you to be home so early." The shaking stopped, and though it had became background noise for Daniel, he's still alarmed by it. Then, a voice follows the sudden halt of the sound of pounding metal:
"Stop calling this place home!" Kageyama's rich voice sounds distant from the top of the stairs. The boy appears himself, his lean yet muscular frame capturing Daniel's attention. His pale visage has become a flushed red, and anger burns within his eyes. This intrigues Daniel: such burning hatred, passion. "And you," he turns to Daniel, his breathing heavy and his eyes dilated. "I'll kill you." He whispers. Sachiko flinches from beside him.
"If you kill me, you'll be locked down here. With my corpse." Daniel begins slowly. He's used to such a threat from the previous children he has 'adopted'. "And," he continues. "If I'm dead, you'll die down here with me. I'm your only source of food, and I'm the only one who knows the passcode to get out of here." Daniel savors the look of fear that appears upon Kageyama's countenance. Granted, such an expression only lasted a couple seconds before a blank canvas replaces it, but Daniel keeps such a face in mind. "Just accept your fate." He murmurs. "Welcome to our family." He mutters slowly, smiling at the sight of his new son stare at him with such a disheartening look.
How simple. He expected that Kageyama would take much longer to bend to his will. No. Wait. There it is; determination. The hopeless, shattered look intermingled with fear and laced into a perfect expression with denial, has disappeared, and now replaced with an iron countenance.
Sighing, Daniel turns to Kageyama. "Look," he states. "If you continue to be like that, if you try to kill me, and you succeed, you'll die here. If you don't succeed..." He begins, and Daniel feels his body fueled with excitement and pleasure at the thought of snapping the bones of such a young boy. "Then you're going to wish I was dead."
Returning to face Sachiko, Daniel recalls the boy he met earlier. Such beauty. Similar to Kageyama, but their appearances and interpretation of flawlessness different in comparison. He'll take both. "Sachiko, we finally have a son." He pets the ebony-haired girl on the head, while smiling at Kageyama. "You'll prepare dinner, won't you?" He asks slowly, and Sachiko sends him the smile that she always wear whenever he's around, as she nods. "Now, Tobio, this being your first night here, I'll take it easy on you," he mutters, angered by Kageyama's rebellious nature. He hates not being in control. However, Daniel's not concerned. He'll rid of Kageyama's ruthless and stubborn nature without question. It'll take perhaps a longer time than normal, but pretty soon, he'll receive the perfect little son he wanted.
He surveys the wreckage. Such a destructive nature. "If you continue to try to escape, if you continue to be a bad boy," He lowers his voice, as he concentrates on stifling the anger within him. How dare Tobio act like this? After all he's done to Tobio? He gave him the perfect family, he's offering him the perfect house to live in, with no worries such as homework, or fitting in, and here's how he's reacting? No matter. He'll soon grow to love him.
"I will punish you severely." He snaps, as he punctures in the code to unlock the door, with his body blocking the view of the lock from Kageyama, and he exits the door, closing it shut.
Yeh.
So. Um.
I'm finally back.
I know I should continue on my other fanfics...but I'm lazy ;-;. I'm supa sorry. I know many people are like: 'I was busy', or whatever, and that can be true, but I feel as though we're just saying that as a redundant excuse tbh. At least to me.