Earlier That Morning
Tobio felt the heat of the battle, the monster drawing close and the heaviness of his partner in his hands all at once. His palms were sweaty beneath the gloves he wore, his mind was utterly stressed and his body was tense. Something was wrong with his partner, no matter how he tried to communicate with him, no response was received from his side.
Suddenly his body felt heavier than it was supposed to be. When he craned his neck to check what was weighing him down, he saw that they were a heavy, golden crown and a drapery burgundy cloak. Horrified, he turned to his partner for consolation. At that moment his partner decided disappear right from his hands with a puff and he was face to face with the dirty blade of the monster who whispered the most horrid words he could imagine at that moment.
"Long live the King "
Than it laughed and there was blood, so much blood, too much blood and Tobio's shoulder was on fire. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound came out, he was alone in the dark, all alone and bleeding to death. It was going to be his end, he knew. Maniac laughter echoed all around, mocking and belittling. He was all alone just like that. As a heavy curtain of numbness covered him against his free will he felt the tears slide down uncontrollably. His sobs got caught in his throat. He wanted to thrash, to fight what was coming but he was drained to the bone and did he even had a good reason to desire living furthermore? Because deep down he knew, that he had deserved this. Someone like him, harsh and cold and rude, someone who was hard to tolerate. Someone who was left behind by his own weapon. What reason were he to live longer? To hurt more people?
Death was covering him fast and despite his self-destructive thoughts he never ceased fighting back.
Tobio woke up with sweat pouring out of every inch of his skin. The scar on his shoulder throbbed with the ghost of the pain from his nightmare. His hair had stuck to his face with sweat. Breathing was a tiring task. How many times was he going to live that memory in the form of a nightmare? He didn't know. His hazy eyes searched for the clock, mind absent. It was 6:45 AM.
Too early to wake up but it was also too late to get some more shut-eye. He knew that after these kind of nightmares, sleep wouldn't come to him again. So instead of pointlessly rolling around in his bed and wallowing in self hatred, he got up and walked to the bathroom.
When he washed his face and glanced back at the mirror; cold, azure, blue eyes echoed back at him. His glance slowly shifted down, his eyes falling to the visible scar on the corner of his neck and his shoulder. The proof that he had survived death once, barely.
The thoughts provoked that horrid experience to forcefully recall itself in his mind. Metallic smell of his own blood ghosted in his nostrils. His hands grabbed the sides of the sink unconsciously as adrenaline once again filled his veins. His mind parted with the real world rather too quickly. All of his senses threw themselves right back inside the ragged remains of the nightmarish memory. Tobio began to sweat, his pupils dilating. His teeth locked and clacked, forceful short breaths whistling through. His lungs burned. His head burned. There is too much blood, his own blo-
"Tobio! Your breakfast is getting cold!" Kageyama was jerked back to the reality by his sisters voice.
Another anxiety attack.
How much time had he wasted in the bathroom? The clock said an hour but Tobio didn't want to believe so. He took a brief shower, put on his cargo pants and a t-shirt then headed downstairs hastily.
At breakfast he was silent, the thoughts in his head had tied his tongue. His sister gave him a few worried glances but didn't press to make him tell her what was wrong. She knew her brother all too well, he wouldn't talk about the things that bothered him unless he himself had decided to do so.
As he put on his boots and his coat in an almost automatic series of motions, his sister put a supportive hand to where his scar was located. Momentarily startled, Tobio tensed, only to relax at her sisters soft touch.
"I'll be okay. " he whispered hoarsely.
"I know you will. You are better than that. " his sister reassured, not an ounce of hesitation was present in her. She truly and really believed in him. Tobio gave a quick, half-smile to his sister, appreciating her unconditional support.
He checked his appearance once more to leave the house and head to the school. Just when he was about to head off, his sister handed him his gloves and another warm smile. Tobio nodded back, not being able to return the smile but appreciating his sibling's efforts to make him feel better. After a kiss on the forehead and waved goodbyes, Kageyama was on the way to his new school.
Sun was bright and orange, as cheeky as it had always been, watching the world from above laughing at the bloodshed of humanity from time to time. The golden rays of its bright light reminded Kageyama of last year's events and the sun child. He wondered if he had found a proper master. Would he see him again in a tournament? How much stronger would he get?
His thoughts wandered freer then the steps he took and before he knew he had arrived to the school grounds. He held his gaze high, craning his neck to check out the great white building, wondering where the gym could be.
Up above, the sun let out a low, airy laughter.
Tobio squinted at its carefree laughter and headed to the training grounds. To his utmost delight, the grounds were empty but accessible. He swiftly warmed his muscles, ignoring the ghosts of pain radiating from his scar because of the earlier attack. From the supply room he got himself the biggest broad sword he could fine. Even though being the biggest one of the bunch, the sword felt light and dull in his grasp.
"You miss having a partner, that is why." He muttered to himself, steadying his feet to go through the classic stances.
'This time, I'm not going to, mess it up with my partner, ' he had promised after his injuries. The time he had to spend in the hospital had provided more than enough time to think over his actions.
Less brass, less rude, cooler, easier.
This was his goal for now, finding a partner and behaving better then he used to.
Just when he was getting ready to project a vertical slash from up to down, his keen ears picked out the sound of rather loud and irregular steps rapidly approaching. Then the sound of the door opening.
Followed by a unholy shriek and a loud yelling of "You!"
Startled, Kageyama lost the handle of his sword, it slipped past from his fingers to fall down to his head with a low thunk.
"Ow... " he muttered to the pain and finally dragged his gaze to see the obnoxious intruder. His pupils dilated with shock when he saw the person standing in the doorway, offensively pointing a finger at him like a kid.
It was no other than the sun child himself, in his former and bright glory.
They stared at each other with the same feeling of shock, one better hidden than the other. This went on until the sun child decided to voice his thoughts once more.
"Y-you! What are you doing here?! " he yelled with rising panic. What a funny question, Kageyama thought, what did it look like?
"I'm training, obviously. " he remarked dryly. Sun child gritted his teeth before retorting back.
"That's not what I meant and you know that too! What are you doing at Karasuno?! Why are you not at those 'prestigious' schools." Oh, that. Kageyama hesitated in between leaving him unanswered and telling the truth. After stealing another glance at the bright boy before him, he decided on the latter.
" Those schools... didn't accept me." Kageyama muttered, fighting back a pout.
It took exactly five seconds for sun child to wrap his mind around the idea.
Then the sun child started laughing uncontrollably, doubling over to hold his sides. He laughed a good while as Kageyama stared there looking at him, getting increasingly annoyed at his inconsiderate behaviour.
"So the rumours about the king are true, huh?" He managed to speak in between wheezing. Kageyama tensed remarkably at the mention of the name he hated so much.
Feeling the drastic mood change in the gym, the sun child wiped the tears of mirth from his eyes and corrected his posture to look at the boy before him. Kageyama didn't break the stare, face scrunched up to a dark scowl, at he verge of sneering. He leaned forward and got the sword from the ground, pointing the tip towards the sun child in a very threatening way.
"Do NOT call me the King. I will not tolerate it a second time. " he spat.
A bright light shone through the gym briefly, not as strong as the one he had seen at the last years tournament but still warm and golden. Sun child raised his arm, now the blade of his scythe form, and took a defensive stance, taking on the challenge. His eyes glimmered dangerously.
"Is that so, oh almighty King. " sun child snared. Kageyama lost it. All the promises ans oats, all the swears and the pain; they had flown off the window the moment he had laid his eyes on this offensive boy.
The loud sound of metal clashing with metal echoed in the gym. Despite Kageyama's admirable skill and strength, sun child managed to hold his ground against his assault. Their blades clattered as they fought for power, trying to out power the other.
When Kageyama realised that this wasn't going anywhere, he swiftly swiped his leg down, sending the sun child flying. With a kick to the bosom, he went flying towards the walls with a speed which would make the crash undoubtedly painful.
Despite the velocity he had, the sun child managed to rotate himself mid air so that his feet would meet the wall instead of his back. Using his bouncing force to increase his speed, he lashed towards Kageyama, blade ready.
Kageyama was stunned for a split second, stunned by this small but impressive show of skill. When he realised that he was coming to him dangerously fast, he wanted to raise his sword to deflect the attack but he was late.
Another loud clunk echoed in the gym. Kageyama waited for the force to knock him away.
It didn't.
He hesitantly opened his eyes. An ebony black handle was in between them, a double tipped blade was pressing down both of their weapons to the ground as a tangled clutter. The master of the weapon did a small, graceful flip and landed on the other side of the handle like a crow chilling on a pole. Sun child squirmed to get his arm free. Kageyama didn't even bother.
"Good morning new members!" he chided, cheery as if he wasn't holding two people down with his weapon.
"My name is Sugawara Koushi. " he smiled down, his matte silver hair glowed in with the stray sun rays pouring into the gym. His round shaped chocolate eyes glowed with a witty excitement.
"And this marvellous blade here is Sawamura Daichi. We will be your captains for this year. " he spoke almost mischievously.
Oh were they not in some deep trouble.
I do not own Haikyuu or Soul Eater, the fictional integration and the story belongs to me only.
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