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Ennoshita considered it lucky that he'd survived the crash; and even luckier that he'd only got a massive bruise on his cheek and lost a few teeth. There were far worse injuries he could have sustained.

His vision only tilted for a second as he got to his feet, to which he was relieved. He also found that he wasn't alone. In fact, he was in a large hallway, so he hoped that he'd find more than one person at least.

Beginning to walk down the hallway, he realised that there was no way of going back using the same way they came. The boat was, without a doubt, destroyed beyond repair. Debris littered the hallway, and he would have laughed at the fact that he was technically walking on the wall if the situation wasn't so serious.

He figured he was walking away from the front of the boat, to which he was glad. The second-year fretted that if he went too close, it might collapse and trap anyone else still inside the boat.

When he rounded the next corner, he had to bite back a scream of surprise as he crashed into Yachi, who seemed unharmed except for a fairly deep cut on her left forearm.

"E-Ennoshita!" She exclaimed, equally as surprised. "Y-your face!"

"Hello to you too, Yachi." He grumbled.

"Sorry! I didn't mean it like that!"

"Don't worry, I know what you meant. I may not be able to see it, but I can sure as heck feel the bruise."

She nodded shakily. "W-well, at least you're not too severely injured. Neither am I, so maybe that means that everyone else is okay as well?"

He sighed. "Honestly? I think we may just be ridiculously lucky."

"O-oh."

"Sorry! I'm such a downer sometimes."

The manager shrugged, before frowning. "Hey, did you see anyone on your way here?"

Ennoshita furrowed his brows before shaking his head. "No. What about you?"

She shook her head. "It's strange. I know the yacht's big, but it's not that big, y'know? Surely we should have come across at least one person."

I agree, it is strange, he thought as he glanced over his shoulder. Where is everybody? It's so quiet as well. It's…unnerving.

"Anyway," she continued, "do you have any idea where we are?"

"No. I haven't been outside yet. I want to search for people trapped in here before I go out."

"How noble." She said, with traces of admiration in her voice.

He chuckled. "Come on; let's start looking." He turned and began walking back the way he came from, Yachi following close behind. Maybe I just missed something, he thought as he tried to take in every little detail around him as he walked at a slow pace.

"Hello?" A sudden voice startled the pair, and they froze. "Is everyone alright? Shout if you can hear me!"

Is…is that Coach Ukai? Ennoshita wondered, hope rising in his chest.

But then there was a massive crash, and the hope that had formed left instantly.

Before he knew what was happening, Yachi was gone, sprinting as fast as she could towards the source of the noise, seemingly fearless. In actual fact, her worry and fear were the only things spurring her onwards.

The second-year only started moving when he heard desperate shouting – definitely from the coach. I've got to go and help in any way I can, he decided, determination flashing in his eyes before being overshadowed by concern, and he ran after Yachi.

Ennoshita was nearly there when there was a sudden scream of horror, which was undeniably Yachi. He sped up, stumbling as he entered the room where Yachi had gone.

And the world stopped around him as he gazed at the sight of his friend.

No, it's just an illusion, he thought. It's not real. My friend's not hurt. My friend's not bleeding out. My friend is breathing. My friend is alive, dammit!

"No. No, no, no. It's not real; just an illusion. Kinoshita's alive and well, in another part of the boat – no, at home. He's safe and sound. It's not real; just an illusion." He repeated this over and over again, like a mantra, in a low murmur.

"Ennoshita…" Yachi stepped closer to him, but he ignored her. "You're just in shock; you need to calm down, okay?"

"No, nothing's okay. No, everything's okay. Yeah, that's right. Nothing and everything's okay." He giggled to himself, and Yachi wondered if he'd completely lost it.

She was horrified by the sight of Kinoshita's body, but at least she didn't react as bad as him.

Then Ukai spoke up, his voice loud and clear. "I hate to be this blunt with you, Ennoshita, but Kinoshita's gone! He's dead! You can't turn back time, so just accept it!"

The reality of the situation hit the second-year like a ton of bricks. So…he really is…Kinoshita's…oh God.

He staggered forward, heading to his friend. Yachi followed him nervously, and Ukai bit his lip, desperately trying to conceal his tears.

Ennoshita's legs buckled when he stood next to Kinoshita. The reason for his demise, a long, thick metal beam, stuck out of his chest, piercing his heart as well as severely damaging his lungs. There was no chance in hell of getting him back now, even if he was still alive. The damage had been done, and it had been enough to be fatal.

He reached out, gently running his hand through his friend's hair. "I-I'm…so sorry-" his voice suddenly cracked and his throat closed up, overcome with emotion. Tears began to pour from his eyes, landing on the ground and some in Kinoshita's hair, then rolling down his face. Yachi started sniffling, and Ukai had to look away.

"It-it wasn't your fault. It was mine." The coach muttered, barely audible. "He pushed me out the way to save me. If I'd never shouted, or I'd just moved quicker, then-"

"Coach…" Yachi gave him a look of sympathy, before furiously rubbing her eyes.

They mourned for a good ten minutes, until Ennoshita finally stopped crying and raised his head. He didn't remove his hand, though, and kept stroking Kinoshita's hair.

"What…what do you want to do?" Ukai asked hesitantly, unsure of how the second-year would react.

"I…" Ennoshita trailed off. "I want to take him with us when we're rescued, but I'm not sure how long that'll be, and we don't have anything to carry him in. So, could we…could we bury him? And make a gravestone? Please?"

Ukai noted how he'd used 'when' instead of 'if' when he mentioned being rescued. He nodded in response to the second-year. "Of course. Could you two help me get rid of this beam?"

Yachi immediately placed both hands around the piece of metal, Ukai doing the same a little higher up. Ennoshita slowly got up, moving his hands from their position both in Kinoshita's hair and by his face, and putting them either side of the beam, although lower than Yachi.

"Okay, on three. One…two…three!" Ukai counted, before pulling the beam with all his might, wincing at the pain in his foot. Yachi flinched at the sting in her forearm, but still put her back into it. Ennoshita used all the energy in his body to help lift it – to free his friend.

With the strength of three people, they were able to lift it high enough so that there was about ten inches between the bottom of it and Kinoshita's back, before slowly moving it to the side with carefully placed steps.

"Left a bit more, keep it straight, that's it! Nearly there…and…let go!" Ukai ordered, and they all dropped it. However, before it fell to the ground in a random direction, the coach gave it an almighty shove, so it fell away from Kinoshita. "Thanks! Now-" He cut himself off as he realised that Ennoshita wasn't listening, having gone right back to kneeling beside his friend's body, stroking his hair again.

Ukai smiled gently and let him be. I'm sorry, Ennoshita. I'm sorry, Kinoshita. I hope you can both forgive me.

Narita tried to mask as much pain as possible as he trailed after Sugawara, through the humid jungle. His ribs really hurt, and he wished they would just find some strong tree sap and leaves that weren't crawling with little insects.

Sugawara glanced back at him for the umpteenth time. "Are you alright, Narita?" He said for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, I'm fine." He replied through gritted teeth, for the umpteenth time. He was getting – no, already was – sick of this little exchange. He knew that Suga was just worried, but Narita would let him know if he could no longer go on.

"Ah! Perfect!" The setter suddenly exclaimed, stopping before a large tree with huge leaves on stalks dotting the floor around it. He immediately set to work, ripping the leaves off that didn't have insects on them, and must've took a dozen before he deemed it enough.

"Uh, Suga?" Narita called, leaning against a nearby tree and resisting the urge to wrap an arm round his ribs. "I don't think you should start putting them together until they're washed."

He nodded, but then frowned. "You're right, but I can't wash them with sea water. Oh, but I'm sure there's a little river or a reservoir somewhere!" With that, the pair set off again.

After about ten minutes, as if by a stroke of luck, they heard the sound of flowing water, and rushed towards the noise.

As they came round a bend, they sighed in relief as they saw a small waterfall, and a river running below it.

"Yeah!" Suga cheered, kneeling by the bank, near the base of the waterfall. "Just hang on a little longer, okay, Narita? I won't be long."

He sighed and slowly got down to the floor, leaning back against the trunk of a tree. The sky was starting to darken, and he hoped that they got back to the beach before nightfall. The only source of light the second-year had was the torch on his half-charged phone…!

Narita gasped, instantly regretting it as his ribs protested, and reached into the inner pocket of his jacket that had luckily survived the crash with him, and nearly died from relief as he pulled out his slightly wet, cracked but working phone. As the screen lit up, he realised that the battery had gone down to 5%, but still worked.

"S-Suga! My phone! It's still working!" He exclaimed. "Hang on; let me try and call someone."

It was then that his heart fell, and all the energy seemed to leave his body, as the top left corner of his phone read 'no service'. "Damn…" He shut it down, trying to preserve what little battery it had left in case he could get service in a different part of the island.

Putting it back in his pocket, he called, "Never mind. No service."

Suga glanced back, having already washed eight of the leaves, and sighed, before brightening. "Don't worry; I'm sure someone'll rescue us. We've just got to hang tight, right?"

"Yeah, I guess. Have you done yet?"

"Nearly! Four more to go, then we'll go back to that tree and get some tree sap so I can wrap your ribs. They must hurt more than before."

"Uh…yeah, kinda." Narita grimaced as his ribs agreed him with him, and he snaked an arm round his chest, wincing.

I wonder how everyone's doing. I hope they're alright. He sighed and closed his eyes, and must have drifted off, because when he next opened them, he was being carried on Sugawara's back, the leaves sandwiched between his chest and Suga' back.

"Wha-? Huh?" He mumbled, confused. I thought I was sat down? How did I get here?

"Hmm? Oh, you're awake! Great! You fell asleep, and I didn't want to wake you. You seemed so exhausted, I thought the rest would be good for you. Can you walk?"

"Yeah – wait, your wrist! Why are you carrying me with that wrist of yours?! You shouldn't have even been washing those leaves!"

"Whoa, calm down!" Suga let him down off his back, before turning to him and showing his wrist. It was bruised and slightly swollen, but didn't look broken. "I think it's just a minor sprain or something, so as long as I don't overexert it, I'll be fine."

"But you've been overexerting it by helping me! In fact, you've been overexerting yourself by hel-"

"Now, don't go saying things like that." He changed the topic quickly before an argument could happen. "Anyway, you have great timing. We're back at the tree from earlier."

"So I only slept for about ten minutes?" Suga nodded. "No wonder I still feel tired." Narita groaned.

"We'll have to do everything here, 'cause I don't have anything to carry the tree sap in. Can you take your shirt off, or do you need me to help you?"

"I can do it, I can do it." Narita waved the third-year off, taking off his jacket as quickly as he could. As he grabbed the base of his shirt and began to lift it up, he found that this simple task was incredibly painful, and he had to stop a few times.

Eventually, he'd gotten his shirt off, and Suga wasted no time in grabbing the first leaf and holding it against the second-year's chest.

The process of binding the leaves together with the tree sap took a lot longer than expected, and the sun was beginning to kiss the horizon when Sugawara had finished wrapping Narita's ribs. Unsurprisingly, only half of the leaves were exactly used.

As he went to put his shirt on, Suga nearly smacked him as he leapt at him to stop him from moving. "No! Don't move! I'll put your shirt on – don't move."

Sighing, he let the third-year dress him, and couldn't help thinking how Suga reminded him of his mother. He quickly shook that thought away. The feeling of fabric rubbing against leaves – of leaves rubbing against his skin – made Narita feel uncomfortable. He didn't voice this, though.

"There! Done." Suga stretched his arms above his head. "Come on; let's head back to the beach. I'm sure everyone's out there, waiting for us."

After a short while of walking, Narita felt uncomfortable for another reason. "Hey, Suga." He called. "Don't you find it weird how we haven't seen any animals yet? Except the insects and occasional bird flying overhead, of course. I mean, this is a jungle, right? So surely there's a variety of animals?"

Sugawara hummed in agreement. "I've noticed it too. Maybe they were scared away by the noise the boat made when it crashed? Anyway, I'd rather not run into a jaguar who thinks I'm its next meal."

Narita chuckled. "I don't think anyone wants that, to be honest."

Suga smiled, and gasped as he saw something. "Look! It's the beach! We're back!"

The pair quickened their pace until they broke the treeline, and felt warm sand underneath their feet. They had a good view of the back of the yacht, and spotted someone near it.

"Is that…" Narita trailed off, breaking into a run as he dashed towards the person sat down, looking around themselves. "Tsukishima!" He yelled, once he'd got to him.

Tsukishima turned round, first in surprise, then in relief (but still with underlying surprise) as he saw the second-year, with Suga not far behind.

"Narita! Sugawara!" He exclaimed, nodding his head in greeting. That was all he could say, however, as Suga cut off any comment he would've added.

"Tsukishima! Thank God you're okay! Wait, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"I'm fine, I'm fine. I just…can't walk on my leg yet. Doctor Hinata's orders."

"Hinata? Where is he? Is he hurt?" Suga bit his lip anxiously.

"He's fine. He just broke his nose, so…I fixed it. And he's looking for the others. I haven't seen anyone else. I think I was about to die of boredom here."

"I think I can hear someone's voice faintly – I think it's Hinata's." Narita glanced at the direction that would lead to the side of the boat that faced the sea.

"Don't even think about going over to check it out." Suga said in a threatening tone. "Or so help me…" He took a deep breath and cut off his sentence, before simply saying, "Sit next to Tsukishima and don't move. I'll be back."

"Why? What's wrong with him?" The first-year asked.

"His ribs are broken." The setter replied.

"Might be broken," Narita corrected, "they just hurt is all. Anyway, they're wrapped up, so-" But his argument was in vain as Suga had already turned and walked away, leaving the second-year to sigh and Tsukishima to snigger under his breath.

A loud crash startled all three of them, and Suga quickly disappeared around the corner, leaving Tsukishima and Narita to wonder what happened.