Yori's Note: I know Hinata's life story is already quite well known, but we never do find out how he dies. This will only be a short tale just to finish off Hinata's story, because I think he deserves a full explanation, don't you?

Chapter Two: Hinata

"I have nothing to say to him."

"He ruined all of our efforts over the last three years."

"What a bad luck charm."

"Don't say too much, he hasn't even moved since we got back."

"I'm worried about him; I'll ask senpai what to do."

Their voices were muffled, as if they were talking through cotton wool. All I could think of was the ball. It was a simple fly ball to second. All our chances rested on that one simple fly ball to second. And I missed it.

"Yo." Hinata turned and saw his upper-classman and fellow club member stood leaning against the lockers to his right. "I heard what happened. What a bummer." He said sympathetically. "Must be harsh for you."

Hinata bowed his head shamefully, avoiding his senpai's eyes just as he had been avoiding the eyes of his team mates since the end of the match.

"What you need right now is…" he reached into his back pocket and pulled something out. "This, right?"

Hinata looked nervously at the small pill in the older boy's hand, not really wanting to take it, but sorely tempted.

"It's all good; don't think too hard about it." He said, coaxing Hinata with his soothing words. "Just try it out. It'll calm your nerves."

He stared at the white pill for a little more, trying to decide between the angel and the devil sat on either shoulder. Should he take it? Should he turn it down? Fuck it.

Hinata reached out with a slightly trembling hand and took the pill from the outstretched palm before him, no questions asked. In one quick action, it was inside him. Shit. He'd really done it.

Two hours later saw him, head in the toilet bowl, bringing up the insides of his stomach. The morphine pill had induced a sense of euphoria, a release from his pain that he had never experienced before. But then he had crashed, and he had never felt worse.

"You okay, son?" his father called through the bathroom door.

"Yeah, food poisoning I think- or maybe a bug going round." Hinata called back.

The next morning, the supplier of the pill, a boy named Tomoko, approached Hinata with a lopsided grin on his face. Despite his attempts to avoid him, Hinata ended up walking straight towards him, attempting a return smile. It wasn't until he was a few feet away and there was no return did Hinata realize that Tomoko was with several of his friends; big, burly lads with huge muscles and sneers that could turn the most confident of people into a trembling wreck.

"Hinata! How was it?"

"Uh, great, I guess." Hinata replied unsurely.

"That means he crashed pretty hard huh." One of the thugs sneered to the others.

Hinata felt himself begin to blush, but managed to control himself.

"Hey, don't be hard on him; it was his first pill. We all felt low as shit after ours!" Tomoko scolded the teasers. "So anyway Hinata, we, well, I was wondering if you wanted to come over tomorrow night? I'm having a house party and you seem a sound guy. We also need the numbers so if you could come it'd be great!"

At Hinata's hesitation, the others began to smirk and nudge each other, making fun of his nervousness to accept.

"Yeah, okay, what time?" He agreed, hunching his shoulders in an attempt to make himself look bigger.

"Great! I told you he'd come," Tomoko added to his mates, "Half seven, you know the place. Oh, and bring your own drinks."

Saturday night came around faster than Hinata had anticipated. At half six he went downstairs to tell his mother he was sleeping out at a friend's house and on his way back to his room, stole into the kitchen and snuck a bottle of whiskey out of his father's spirits cupboard. Then he threw on his best jeans and a designer top he'd received last Christmas and headed out to the party.

"Hinata! In you come man, everyone's right through there." Tomoko greeted him, his eyes already rolling and his speech already slurred. He had obviously drinking prior to the starting time.

Hinata followed Tomoko's directions and found himself in a large, open-plan room crawling with wasted teenagers.

"Hey, it's Hinata!" it was one of the boys from yesterday. He pushed his way through the crowd and held his hand out to Hinata. When the nervous boy took it, he found himself being pulled into a brutal hug and a strong hand thumping his back.

"You got drinks?" another asked him sloppily.

"Uh, yeah, just this." Hinata showed him the golden bottle.

"Shit man, you're gonna be mortal if you down that, rest of us are just on stubbies."

As the night progressed and the whiskey lessened, Hinata found he couldn't walk straight or talk right. He had been sat on his own for the most part of the evening, bar a half an hour space where he had found himself talking to an older girl. Then her boyfriend had taken her upstairs and Hinata hadn't seen her since.

"Hey, Hinata!" it sounded like Tomoko. "You coming hotbox with us?"

"Yeah, okay." He agreed, not even knowing what hotbox was and letting the whiskey speak for him.

"Nice man, this way."

Hinata was led to a wooden shed at the bottom of Tomoko's garden. He and four others went inside and locked the door, finding somewhere to sit amongst the rakes and brooms. Then one of them lit up a joint.

Within minutes the whole shed was filled floor to ceiling with the fumes, creeping inside Hinata's throat and choking him. It took a while to get used to, after al,l he had never smoked in his life, but after a while Hinata was used to inhaling the smoke without coughing. A strange euphoria began to take root in his brain, a feeling that he was floating on a cloud somewhere, and nothing could hurt him. He leant back against the shed wall and closed his eyes.

"What are we doing? Where's Bob?" Tomoko mumbled, pulling his phone out of his back pocket and clicking onto music player. Soon, Bob Marley's lulling voice was filling the small box and Hinata smiled to himself. The slow paced, off beat song was perfect. This was true happiness…

One month later

"Hey, party at mine Hinata, you coming?" it was Kyo, one of Tomoko's, and now Hinata's friends.

"Yeah, but I'll have to sneak out, my mum found the pot in my closet."

"Okay mate, well you'd better be there, I got the pills off my dealer, so we'll be rolling tonight."

It was a Friday night, and most of Hinata's class would be revising for the big exam on Monday, but not him. He would be at Kyo's house with his new friends, popping small, pink ninja pills, then dancing and laughing in his own utopia. That night, as he did every weekend, Hinata snuck out of the house and pocketed some of his mum's money on the way. He could easily get one of his older friends to buy him stubbies from the local off license.

He arrived at Kyo's house, a crate in each hand, and was immediately greeted warmly by the host.

"Here man, drop it now, most of us have already."

Hinata took the ecstasy pill from Kyo's palm and in one swift movement threw it down his neck. The effects would not kick in for a while, but in about half an hour he would feel high as a kite and would 'love' everyone in the room.

"Nice, stick your cans in the fridge, I saved you a space."

"Thanks man."

Hinata put away both crates after taking out two stubbies to get started with. He cracked open the metal ring of one, and set the other down on the table. Then he went to join the party…

One hour later

"Shit, Tomoko, I can't see an f'ing thing!" Hinata shouted to his friend.

"You'll be right, just sit it out. Side-effects can be nasty."

"No I'm being serious. And I'm in, like, a bubble!"

"Seriously Hinata, you'll be fine! Don't you go crying to your mummy about this, you'll get us all in shit!"

Hinata followed his friend's instructions and made his way slowly to a sofa, being shoved by dancers a few times but finally making it. As soon as he sat down, however, he feel the sudden urge to throw up. Running out of the front door, Hinata made it partially down the street before bringing up half the contents of his stomach. He stood up, his eyesight still as bad as if he was sat in a pitch-black room.

Then he heard it. The sound of a million ants crawling towards him. He opened his eyes and saw them. They were huge, the size of cats, and they were all running towards him. Crying out, he began to run away, at full speed, not caring where he was headed! They were catching up! They were almost upon him! There! Ahead! He saw the river! It was just across the highway! If he jumped in there the ants couldn't swim after him, right?

Hinata ran at his fastest towards railing, looking only ahead as he crossed the bustling road. Looking only at the river as the truck came hurtling towards him. Not hearing the desperate screeching of the brakes as the driver panicked and attempted to force the vehicle to a stop. Not even noticing when his body smashed against the front of the truck and was thrown across the highway…