So, a new fanfic. Don't be worried that I have forgotten Memento Mori, I will update it soon enough. I was just so into posting this for now, but the next chapter should come soon.
As for this one, I was really inspired by and author on AO3 called Aetherdrive, who is, simply put, a GOD at writing Haikyuu fanfics. He is really good, so I suggest that you read some of his stories. Either way, I was inspired by his way of writing fancitions based on personal stuff, so I wanted to try something similar. This doesn't have so much personal stuff in it, except for some thinking from the different characters. Some of them are taken directly from myself. This will be the first part in a series of four. Each one will focus on a different set of characters, but will still be partly connected.
I don't own Haikyuu!
It was no secret to either the Karasuno team or the Nekoma team that their first match against each other was something they wanted to redo. For most of them, the time before the Inter-High felt pretty hollow, not having a really good team to play against. So after the Inter-High tournament was over, they agreed to have another training camp with only Karasuno and Nekoma present.
The trees outside was beautifully coloured in red, orange, yellow and gold. The wind was slightly chilly and blew only lightly, enough to make the leaves on the ground move. Everything about the nature was telling that winter was coming, and maybe snow would come as well, which was more likely than in Tokyo. But inside the gym of Karasuno High, there was nothing such as cold or chilly winds. In there was nothing more than the harsh sounds of volleyballs hitting walls, floors and skin. It perfectly mixed with the sound of heavy breathing and the hot yet heavy atmosphere.
"One more time!" This sentence had over time become the one thing that most people connected to Karasuno, the team that never gave up in the first place. Right now, they were playing quite even against their long-time (but at the same time quite recently met) rival.
"Nice receive, Nishinoya!" Said boy, Nishinoya, grinned as he saw the ball fly across their part of the field, only seconds later to smash against the floor on the other side of the net. He loved this, everything about volleyball made him happy. It could be anything like how to teach the first years to make a good receive, to feel the constant rush of adrenaline during a match. But even more, he loved the praises he got when he got a receive right. Especially the once he got from Asahi or Sugawara. But mostly Asahi. Nishinoya can't remember the first time he started to feel different about Asahi then the others. Sure Daichi and Suga was great to talk to, Ryuu was just like him and fun to mess with and the first years always came up with something new to impress him. But, Asahi was different. Sure he had a heart of pure glass and got scared whenever he tried to hold a conversation, but even so he was always there for him. But no matter how he looked at it, Asahi would never feel the same back.
"Nishinoya! It's yours!" Daichi suddenly yelled. And sure there came the ball flying right at him.
"Alright!" Returning it wasn't hard. Soon it was back at the other team. He could see how the other libero received it and it flew back.
'Okay. That one's all mine' He thought with a grin. But suddenly, something happened.
His vision started to darken, even making out persons became hard. He felt like all air had stopped in his throat, none was going down or up, as it at the same time became harder and harder to breath. Some strange sound went through his ears and he felt his knees give in.
'No... No, not yet! It wasn't supposed to happen just yet!' He thought just before everything went black.
The rest of the Karasuno team and Nekoma saw how the small libero collapsed on the floor, obviously unconscious. It only took five seconds before Sugawara, Tanaka and Asahi were by his side. Tanaka took hold of the boy's shoulders and rolled him over on his back. Nishinoya's face showed pain and slight panic. He had started to become pale as well.
"Noya? Hey Noya, wake up! What's wrong, buddy?!" The second year asked in concern. Suga took the smaller boy's wrist and checked his pulse.
"His pulse is really low. It should be higher by now..."
Suddenly Hinata came and sat down beside them. He had Karasuno's first aid bag, which had previously been laying by the sideline. He opened the bag and took out a clean needle and a compress. He took Nishinoya's hand from Suga and stroke his thumb over it. When finished, he took the needle and guided it up to the pale hand.
"Wow, wait there Hinata! Just what are you doing?" Asahi said. "Are you planning on hurting him?!"
"If I don't do this, then I won't know if my theory is correct. And if I'm correct, then he needs to immediately go to the hospital. So please let me do this!" Hinata said, almost pleading. Both Asahi and Suga was uncertain, they didn't want to let Nishinoya get hurt. But they knew that Hinata would never do anything without a reason. Out of everyone, Tanaka had already made up his mind.
"Not too deep, OK?" He said. Hinata nodded and then got started.
He stroke the hand again, searching for a big good vein of blood. When found it, he took the needle and made a cut right along the vein, maybe two centimeters in width but only deep enough for it to bleed. The time for the blood to reach the surface was really long, almost too long. And when it spilled over, it ran far too slow. It was dark red, almost black, and was really thick when you felt on it. Under his breath, he muttered the words 'Knew it'.
"So? How does it look?" Tanaka asked.
"You might have to pick up that phone of yours. He needs an ambulance right away. Meanwhile, we need to move him. Let's move him to the bench".
Quickly Asahi took the unconscious boy in his arms and carried him carefully to the closest bench. Soon came Kageyama over to them. He was holding his phone, with a rare concern and panic written all over him.
"The ambulance is on it's way. Just what happened just now?" He said. Hinata widened his eyes in surprise, but calmed down soon after.
"Well, I didn't expect him to tell you anything, since you are so polar opposites. But Asahi, you guys know right? About his condition?" He said. Now it was Asahi, Suga and Daichi's turn to blink in surprise.
"What... condition? Noya hasn't said anything to us" Suga said.
"But what about you, Tanaka?" Hinata couldn't believe his ears just now.
"No, nothing. If there was something serious going on, I thought he would have told me" Tanaka said. Hinata looked like he'd seen a ghost, his face paled and his eyes once again went wide. Sure, he knew that many people hold secrets (he sure did that himself), but he never imagined Nishinoya to hold such a disease a secret from the people he was closest to. And why tell him? But he soon found the answer, and cursed himself.
"Damn... You're such a bastard, Noya" He said.
"What?" Tanaka asked.
"Noya once told me about his issue, but he was so straight-forward about it so I thought it was something you already knew about. He probably knew how I usually think, so he knew I wouldn't bring it up to anyone..."
"He's really smart when he needs to" Daichi said. Soon they heard the sounds of sirens and the ambulance came rolling to the gymnasium.