So, second chapter is here! Just to inform y'all who are reading this, I am really into this story so if you are curious update wise, I will be updating every 1-3 days. Thanks for all the awesome reviews guys! Sure, it was only like four but its way better than nothing. I take everything you say into consideration just in case you were wondering. I know for sure that one thing I need to work on is pre-story babbling. I talk a lot in real life so I am sorry. Review suggestions for improvements, or anything else, just no flames please. Ok enough with this just go on and read the story.

In this Chapter it is what happened to Hinata. Read if you are interested if not idk.

WARNINGS: Violence, Language, rape, semi-graphic bullying scenes

EXTREME WARNING! I am sorry if I wrote this wrong, or offended anyone. I know these subjects are really touchy, but I tried my best. This was based off a real life experience from a friend, but SORRY IF I OFFENDED ANYONE!

Enough said On With The Story! Oh and by the way, someone else owns these Volleyball Wierdos.

Chapter 2 – Where the burden happened

After the short conversation with Kageyama before afternoon volleyball practice, Hinata had run off to go and retrieve his gym bag. He was running at a high pace, which led to the clumsy decoy to trip and fall. As he began to stand up, he turned around to see what had caused him to fall on his face. A bright, orange cone that had a piece of paper attached to it was lying on the floor. Hinata bent down to get a closer look at what the sign had said.

Caution – Throw up ahead. If your locker is located in this hallway, please proceed to going around the school. Sorry for the inconvenience, this mess will be cleaned up shortly.

Well, great. This was Hinata's luck in everyday life. He thought this was stupid. To be honest, if they had the time to place the orange cone there in the first place, why would they leave it there and not bother to clean it up themselves. As he was staring at the sign dumbfounded and aggravated, he pondered in his mind whether or not he should wait for the mess to be cleaned up, or go the back way that lead from around the school to a side door that would eventually lead back to where he was now. This was a tough decision, because both of the decisions were equally bad. Here is why.

The first option was just way out of the picture. Just the thought of hearing Daichi-senpai's reaction we he told him he was late because there was throw up in the hallway. In addition, there are excessively many risks time wise. This could take forever considering some of the staff's logic, but considering his current luck this will not be cleaned up soon.

The second option was, in fact, really scary. He has never been around the backside of the school before, and was not in the mood for something bad to happen. It is school grounds, but he has never been there before. After thinking, Hinata just decided to go with the second option. It was a waste of time to think about this. After all, nothing could really scare Hinata, right? The scariest thing that has ever happened to Hinata was the time where Hinata had accidently served the volleyball to the back of Kageyama's head. Now that was scary.

Hinata just sighed as he jogged outside of the school. As he turned the corner, he came to a stop. He decided not to jog anymore, because there were many rocks scattered across the floor. A last minute injury was the last thing Hinata needed right now. As he walked, the pace he was walking started to pick up. Even though it was still bright outside, the place gave him the creeps. He simply just brushed it off as the sight of the door came into a clear view.

Hinata froze. He stood there in shock and stayed as quite as possible. He was trying to hear what that noise was. The noise started to become louder and louder, and idea popped into mind. He could just barely make out the noise.

It was footsteps. Just as the idea came to mind, a large mass of shadow had loomed over him.

Yeah, there are definitely people behind me

He didn't really know what to do, so he just did what Hinata would do.

He turned around, and his jaw dropped. What I was standing before were four people, each two meters tall. So… this is the height that the Iron Wall is estimated to he thought. He would no longer joke about Tsukishima being two meters tall. Comparing Tsukishima to these people would be like comparing Hinata to Kageyama. Not only were they tall, but they were pretty buff too. These people would easily be mistaken for American football players.

"So, do you people need anything?" Hinata asked

The four men just stood there. He could not tell what they looked like. They were all dressed in dark clothing with hoods covering the top half of their face. They did not answer, so Hinata took that as a no.

Biggest mistake he ever made.

As he turned around ignoring the four people, he didn't even make it three-quarters of the way around.

He was slammed against the school wall as a massive wave of pain had spread throughout his entire body. One of the men had his hands around his neck as the other man applied weight to his shoulders. Painfully, the two men had forced Hinata onto his knees with a sudden smack! As his vision blurred he began to panic. He did not know what was going to happen to him, and he began to fear for his life.

Where the hell are the security cameras? Will someone please be worried and go looking for me?

His breathing was ragged and quick as the third man squatted down to eye level so they would both be face to face (even though he still could not see the top half of his face). His breath smelled of pure alcohol. Great, this person is drunk. Since he was drunk, they probably all were. The only thing he could do was to hope for the best and just get the fuck out of here.

Finally, the man that was squatting down spoke up.

"Now listen kid, my buddy over here is looking for some fun, and you are going to give it to him. If not, you would be putting your own life one the line, it's your choice."

Hinata had a vague idea of what the man meant by "fun". He just wanted to get out of this mess. He could feel tears flowing down his face, and eventually making their way down to the ground, slowly dripping from his chin. He wanted to scream for help, but his throat would not let him, as it was dry as a desert. The two people holding Hinata down suddenly let go, leaving Hinata slouched against the school wall. All of his muscles where aching like hell. His sobbing was out of control. As he lifted his head, there was only one man there. It seemed like the other three had left. Hinata didn't know what to do, so he did what any other person would try to do.

He tried to scream.

Of course, it did not work because the second Hinata had opened his mouth the guy rushed at him, and picked up Hinata buy the face.

"S-stop….p-p-pleasee.." Hinata stammered.

To Hinata's surprise, the man let go of Hinata's face, dropping him on the floor. After that he reached inside is pant pocket and pulled out a gun. This action caused Hinata to gasp, leaving his mouth wide open in panic, shock, fear, and many other different emotions. Instead of giving any threat of shooting him, the mysterious man put the gun back in his pocket.

"So, as you can see, I have a gun. You are going to do everything I say or BANG!" he said, finally speaking. His voice was a deep monotone pitch, and it had a strong stench of alcohol. So he's drunk Hinata thought.

Hinata could not believe this was happening. This person was going to do things to Hinata that would make him feel dirty for a long time.

Things happened extremely fast.

The man grabbed Hinata's neck with a firm grip, pulling upwards to get Hinata to stand up. He flipped Hinata over so that his face was against the wall. He heard the sound of a belt. It almost seemed as if the man was un-doing his belt buckle….oh no oh no oh no. Now it was for sure. Hinata knew exactly what this man was going to do to him, and it was dirty, really dirty. He yelped when he felt arms wrap around his waist, resting on his belt buckle.

"I think you know what to do." The man said.

He was correct, and Hinata did not want to admit that. He knew exactly what to do, but he did not want to do it. The gun he thought to himself. Hinata did not know if this was instinct, or if is fear overcame him. He slowly undid the buckle on his belt, took it off, and threw it on the ground. After that he started to pull his pants down as slow as possible, trying to procrastinate as much time as possible.

"That's it, I can't stand this anymore, you are taking forever." The man said.

As he said this, he reached out and yanked down his pants, along with his boxers. This action made Hinata butt-naked. He never would have thought that he would be doing this in his lifetime, especially at school! He bit his lip in embarrassment and fear, which caused his lip to bleed. The situation made him want to throw up. The taste of metal and blood in his mouth made the barfing sensation worse. After Hinata was exposed, the man also pulled down his pants and underwear. He dared not to look, because then he would definitely throw up at that.

All thoughts cleared as a sudden pain spread throughout his butt. The man was definitely inside of Hinata, and it hurt like fucking hell. Hinata tasted the taste of cotton, as the man had tied a really thick cloth tightly around his mouth.

"This is going to hurt." He said

The man started thrusting. He did not start out slow at all. He went from standing still to pushing with everything he got. Hinata was in extreme pain, as he was spitting out all sorts of curse words and threats at the man. The faster he went, the more pained Hinata was. He was sobbing his heart out, and felt as dirty as ever. "Stop! Please STOP!" Hinata screamed, but no sound came out. His vocal cords and lungs felt as if they froze in place. He felt as if his eyes were going to pop out of his sockets from all of his crying. As if things could not get any worse, his ass started bleeding. The blood started to drip down Hinata's thigh all the way to the ground. Hinata thought this was the end of it, but it was not close to over. As the man came inside of him, Hinata screamed at the top of his lungs. He pounded his fists against the wall as his mind went blank. After "it" stopped the man simply exited Hinata, pulled up his pants and left.

Hinata felt vulnerable. He was dirty. He did not know what to do, and was scarred for life. He could not bring himself to reality. His life would never be the same, and Hinata was having a hard time thinking that. His breathe was heavy, and dots were dancing among his vision. He wanted to fall asleep. He wanted to fall asleep forever.

Ring-ring-ring-ring-ring

Great, his phone rang, and of course it was him.

It was fucking Kageyama.

He couldn't have him worrying about him. He quickly pulled up his boxers and pants and answered the phone.

How am I going to make this believable Hinata thought.

"Hello?"

"What do you mean 'Hello?' Hinata where the hell are you you dumbass?!"

"Oh…um well yeah uhhh about that."

"About what?"

"Can you please tell the coach that I won't be coming to practice today? I don't really feel all that well, and I just threw up. Since I don't feel well I decided to leave early. I'm on my way home right now."

There was a long pause before Kageyama finally answered.

"Uh…sure I guess."

"Ok, thanks."

After that, Hinata hung up. Hinata tried his best to sound like himself, the Hinata that was clean and happy. Tears were falling down his face and he could not move a muscle. He was aching all over and did not want to move at all. Unfortunately, he had to. Hinata slowly and sluggishly made it to the door with the support of the school wall. He maneuvered through the halls and reached his locker. When it opened, Hinata's gym bag was still inside, the one he was retrieving to get. He did not want to look at the thing, because this bag was the reason behind all of this. His mind was in a complete state of fear and shock that his body moved for him. Hinata threw his cell phone into the locker, slammed it shut, and made his way back home. Hinata had forgotten about the barf, as for it was no longer there, and did not matter right now. He eventually made it to the bike rack to where his bike was. His was too fatigued to stand, and his knees buckled which cause him to fall to the ground.

I have to do this. I have to go home. I need to be clean again.

Good thing Hinata had a lot of will power. He stood up slowly and sighed. This was going to be a long ride home.

While Hinata was biking his way back home, he was thinking to himself, trying to cheer himself up. There was no way in heck he was telling anyone about this. Not now, at least.

When he reached his house, he got off his bike and silently sneaked inside of his house. Thankfully, Natsu was at day care and his mom was working late. Hinata no longer felt sadness or depressed. The memory was starting to fade. He hopped in the shower and tried to clean himself good. He had to clean himself five times over to feel clean enough to get out of the shower.

When he hopped on, he got into his pajamas, had dinner, brushed his teeth, and headed towards the bedroom. Before he hopped into bed, he stopped to look at himself in the mirror. His hair was a complete mess and his skin was paler than usual. On the outside, he was clean, but on the inside, he was the exact opposite. As he looked at himself in disgust he sighed and turned off the light.

As Hinata was lying in bed, many thoughts came to his mind. He tried smiling a genuine smile, hoping that it looked real. His muscles were sore and aching. Hinata was getting drowsy and had a major headache, but was too tired to care. He did not realize it, but tears were streaming down his face.

Tomorrow was going to be a nightmare.

SO! This was the second chapter. Hope you enjoyed! Review rainbows and suggestions if you like. Will update soon.