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of course I will repeat I DO NOT OWN Haikyuu!

Hinata sighed in frustration for who knows how many times that day. He didn't like being trapped in bed, but Suga refused to let him get up and move around. Unless it was for a trip to the bathroom he wasn't allowing him to move. Unless he somehow was able to slip out unnoticed, Hinata wasn't going anywhere. Lets face it, he had already tried to escape once and it had ended badly. Suga had caught him in seconds.

So Hinata decided not to try again because Suga's anger was pretty hard to swallow. So here he laid bored out of his mind in Suga's bed. He didn't want to sleep anymore, he had already wasted a whole day doing that, and he had spent a few hours talking to Kenma to keep him occupied but Kuroo had came to visit him so he had to get off the phone, which made Hinata bored once again.

He could hear Suga downstairs in the kitchen. He had said he was going to make soup, which had made Hinata pout. He also wanted something solid to eat but his doctor and Uncle put him strictly on a liquid diet until his fever was gone and the last remaining bit of his cough. He had been eating nothing but soup for three days. He'd like to say he was enjoying being about to relax, but Hinata wasn't one to be able to sit still for long periods of time. He wiggled in the bed wanting to get up so badly. Since he could still hear Suga down stairs, Hinata, who thought he could get away with it, slid off the bed.

He did his best to make no noise as he tip toed towards the window, and pushing back the curtains, he looked outside. It looked so nice out today. The sun was bright and the leaves in the trees were turning a pretty shade of orange and red. It was his favorite time of year and he was stuck indoors. As quietly as possible he lifted the window and stuck his head out breathing in fresh air. The cool breeze felt nice on his skin. His small escape, even though it was well planned, was short lived though.

"And can I ask what it is you are doing Shoyo?" Slowly Hinata turned around to look at the glaring Suga. His eyes were not happy at all, and his mouth down turned. Caught again huh?

"I... just wanted some fresh air!" Hinata whined

"The doctor said you needed rest! He said nothing about you dangling out of windows." The over exaggeration on the current situation made Hinata laugh despite Suga's angry growl.

"I feel fine Suga!" At that Suga came forward walking towards him like an angry jungle cat. A hand was on his forehead in seconds.

"You still have a fever and until it is fully gone you are not getting out of bed." His voice had the tone that dared Hinata to disobey him, and god help the boy who really wanted to.

"Koshi please! I'm so bored." Suga back peddled at the sound of his first name and huffed an annoyed sigh.

"You know Shoyo it is not fair to play dirty." Suga sighed again. "Fine come down stairs. We can watch a movie while you eat your soup."

The boy wrinkled his nose at the thought of having to eat soup again, but he would choke it down as long as he got to leave this room. Overly excited by something as simple as walking down the stairs, Hinata rushed past Suga, who shouted for him to calm down. Laughing, he kept moving forward ignoring his angry Sempai.

Light even breathing fluttered across Suga's neck as the closing credits rolled down the tv screen. He didn't know if he should be annoyed at the fact that Hinata had fallen asleep twenty minutes into the movie he had pick out to watch, or amused. For someone who said he had so much wasted energy, he had taken no time to fall asleep.

Suga looked down at the boy who was currently curled into his side. His arm was wrapped around Suga's stomach and his face was pressed tightly into his neck. He could tell just by the light sheen of sweat on his skin that he was sweating off his fever. The older boy readjusted himself on the couch, laying the boy on his stomach, he closed his eyes after pulling a blanket over the two them. He didn't feel like moving Hinata upstairs in fear he would wake him from his nap.

Suga had no issue with sleeping on the couch. It was soft and wide, and long enough for him to stretch out his legs. He grabbed the remote off of the side table, and started turning it to some random channel for background noise, then settled in. The lights had already been turned off while they watched the movie and the front and back door had already been locked. Everything that needed to be done he already finished, and Hinata had taken his medication. So with nothing else to worry about, he wrapped his arms around the small boy who was laying across his chest, and fell into a blissful sleep.

In the darkness, the flash of light was the only thing illuminating the two figures sleeping curled together on the couch. A slight rain had started outside, making the smaller of the two move restlessly in his sleep. He watched as his companion's hand moved in his slumber to cup the back of the smaller boys neck, rubbing slightly.

Outrage pulsed through his system. He couldn't stand it. Couldn't deal with the fact the little brat of a child had someone like that for himself. Someone who would unconsciously soothe him in their slumber. It wasn't fair, and wasn't right by any means. Not only did he not have that for himself anymore, but the boy, the damned boy who was at fault for that was laying peacefully curled against the person he loved.

This sight on its own was unjust. Not by any means was this something two guys should do with one another in his eyes, but the other him, the one that coddled this fucking brat, didn't mind. It wasn't right because they were not family. Two guys who were not related shouldn't be that close.

He wanted nothing more than to strangle the life out of his brothers bastard child. Wanted nothing more than to see the monster that took his beloved brother from him dead. A voice was screaming for him to not touch the boy. Screaming so loudly he could have sworn the sleeping boys in front of him could hear it. He back up slowly moving away from the sleeping children and headed back up the stairs. He would find away to punish the boy for his current behavior. Nothing was going to stop him from getting his way. Not a damn thing. Climbing out the window he had entered from he jumped to the tree and headed back home. Smiling.

"Hinata are you ready yet?" Suga yelled at the boy from outside the club room.

"Give me a minute I can't find one of my shoes!" Suga laughed at the annoyed tone. Leave it to Hinata to lose something as important as a shoe. He was glad Hinata was finally better. He had been worried about him, but after two and a half days, his fever had finally disappeared completely. He was back to his outgoing, energetic self. He had gone back home a few days ago, and Suga found he missed the boy staying there, but he couldn't keep him there all the time.

"I'm ready Senpai!" Hinata was beaming as he left the room and Suga to his amazement the smaller boy took his hand in his smaller one entwining their fingers. It seemed the three days he had stayed with him had helped the boy with some of his embarrassment towards affection.

"How are you feeling?" Suga asked looking down at the boy.

Hinata gave a dramatic sigh. "Suga it has been almost two weeks since I got sick and I feel fine! I wish you would stop asking."

"Well if the infection hadn't fully been taken care of which means it is possible for it to flare back up." The boy rolled his eyes.

"You worry too much. I went back to the doctor, remember, for a checkup, and he said I was as healthy as a horse."

Suga chuckled as they walked. He knew his worry was possibly misplaced, but he couldn't help himself ever since Hinata had scared him with that stunt. He knew he hadn't meant to frighten him, but he had. His Uncle had been right. If Hinata had been alone when he suddenly had trouble breathing, things could have gone a completely different direction. Suga didn't want to think about that. He didn't want the image in his head of Hinata scared and alone struggling to breathe.

He could picture it, his sunlight lying somewhere alone, panic possibly clawing at his own throat as he fought for air. He didn't want that to happen, and didn't want to have him struggling alone while he was in pain. He didn't deserve anything harsh in his world. Someone so bright and cheerful as Hinata deserved to be in a world that was vibrant and kind, just like him. He didn't need any sickness or darkness to taint his world.

Even though he didn't want the image or thoughts like that running through his mind, they were. Lately the boy had been extremely happy. He wanted him to stay that way, but something kept nagging at Suga. He had this forbidding feeling constantly in the back of his mind. Maybe it was remnants of his panic as the boy he loved had been rushed away to the hospital, where he was unable to do anything.

"Koshi? Is there something the matter, because you keep frowning at me," Suga smiled. Something else was different about Hinata, besides his new, affectionate side, that only appeared when they were alone with no one else around, and that was when he called him by his given name more often. Suga enjoyed hearing him say his name, just like the boy had said the first time he kept calling him Shoyo. The sound of it coming from his mouth made his heart flutter in strange ways. It was the same for Suga as well.

"No I'm fine. Sorry I was thinking about something."

The boy tilted his head with curiosity, silently asking him what he was thinking about. Suga just shook his head. There was no need to tell him all those things. He would simply brush it aside and call him silly most likely. Hinata smiled, not pestering him to answer, and that surprised Suga. It went against his personality to simply give up on wanting something.

"So, you are meeting Kenma today to go see a movie right?" Suga asked. The weather was starting to cool off more these days so the walk home seemed like it was taking longer than normal.

"Yea, I'm meeting him in a bit, but first I am going to go home and change." Suga could tell Hinata was excited about seeing Kenma despite them being on different teams and having to play against one another. The two boy were oddly close. Hinata and Suga stopped at the four-way were they part each day to go to there homes.

"Well be careful and have fun." Suga smiled after checking the streets to make sure no one was around he leaned down to kiss Hinata. The boy quickly stood on his toes to meet him halfway. The kiss was warm against the cool breeze. Wanting to tease Hinata, some his tongue snaked out parting the smaller boys lips, a shocked gasp gave Suga the opening he needed to deepen the kiss.

Hinata's tongue was hesitant at first only slightly brushing against Suga's, but after some time he became bolder as he leaned farther into Suga and his warm mouth. All too soon though they were pulling back panting for breath. The boys face was flushed a bright shade of red. Suga watched, amused, as he licked his now swollen lips.

"Have fun tonight Hinata!" Waving Suga jogged home. He could feel the boy's eyes on him for sometime after he left. Suga smiled the rest of the way home, perfectly content with his life and how it was going.

If only he knew the truth, if only he knew the darkness that was slowly ready to pounce on his sunshine boy. If only he would have trusted that feeling pounding in the back of his mind.

"I'm home!" Hinata greeted as he entered the house. It had became a habit since his Uncle insisted one night that he make him aware when he was in the house. Slightly out of fear, the boy complied, but he wasn't as worried about his Uncle these days. Nothing new had happened since the bath incident and his Uncle had grown more affectionate since he had been rushed to the hospital. The boy was becoming blissfully stupid and blind to his own well being.

"Ah, Hinata you're home. By the way, Hinata, I have a colleague over. We went out to eat after work and he is really drunk, so he's going to be sleeping in the guest room."

Hinata frowned. His Uncle had never had anyone over before. Hinata had also had never seen him on the phone with any so called "colleagues". If he had to be at the hospital, he always got paged. Hinata had also never seen him text anyone. The boy shrugged it off, kicking his shoes off as he headed to his room to change. He had an hour before he had to meet Kenma at the cinema and it would take him at least twenty minutes to get there.

In no time, Hinata was changed into an orange shirt, a black jacket, and his jeans that were a dark shade of blue. Satisfied that he didn't look ridiculous, he rushed back down the stairs with his boots in his hand. It was a pair his parents had gotten him for his birthday. He had never had a reason to wear them, but now he felt like it. He didn't know how he felt about boots that went so high up his jeans but it was a gift from his parents that Natsu had happily picked out for him.

Sitting down on the step in front of the door, he pulled the boots up his jeans letting the leather hang loose.

"Hinata are you leaving?"

The boy glanced back at his uncle. "Yea I'm meeting a friend for a movie. I won't be back late."

Suddenly something dark passed through those green eyes. Hinata flinched back, then calmed when his uncle smiled at him. Maybe he had imagined the darkness.

"Be back before it gets dark. All kinds of monsters come out at night." Hinata furrowed his brows. What an odd way to put it. Suddenly nervous, Hinata nodded, promising to get back home before it got dark. He wanted no part of the types of people that came out once the sun set. He had enough to deal with without wanting to get mugged by some drunk at night on the street.

As Hinata rushed to the train station he pulled out his cell phone texting Kenma to let him know he was on his way. In seconds, he got a simple "okay" reply from the Neko setter. Shaking his head at how lazy Kenma's replies were, Hinata ran. Excited to see his friend. Happy to be doing something so normal as watching a movie.

That normalcy wouldn't last though. Those bright smiles and cheerful eyes would soon again be filled with horror with something much worse than the boy had ever expected.

Laughing, Kenma and Hinata walked out of the theater trying not to get jarred around by people as they rushed out. Kenma gave a lazy sigh as someone slammed into his back sending him tumbling forward. Hinata rushed forward to catch him but at the last moment he caught his balance. Pouting the boy fixed his jacket.

"Jeez! No one has any manners these days." Hinata complained as he walked beside the tiny setter. Kenma nodded silently, walking beside the bouncing boy beside him. Kenma silently wondered where Hinata got all of his energy from. Maybe like a solar panel, he absorbed sunlight. Kenma smiled slightly. That could also be why he too thought of Hinata as the sun.

"Um... So are you doing okay?" Kenma asked quietly, keeping his eyes in front of him. He may not be big on talking, but Hinata was his friend. The least he could do was check to make sure the boy was adjusting well with his new life. Kenma could still recall all too clearly as he had broken down that night at the match. He had been shocked when he saw the boy collapse to his knees and scream when he learned his family had died on their way to watch the game.

Kenma sometimes still feel himself running towards his screaming friend. He hadn't understood what had happened that night until his Coach had pulled the screaming boy away into the hall and Suga had told them. Some nights, his screams had haunted Kenma. They had been so heartbreaking, and they had sounded like someone had ripped his heart out of his chest. Those screams had left the crowd completely silent. Kenma had left his friend feeling helpless. Those horrid wails had taken that boy with so much brightness, and dimmed him into a shadow of himself.

"I'm doing good. Sometimes it's hard, and of course I miss my family, but I'm not alone. I have my team, who are just as much my family as Natsu and my parents. Plus I have Suga. He makes sure I'm not alone too much." Hinata's voice was filled with pride, making Kenma smile. He was glad that he had people in his life to make him smile.

"Plus I even have you and other players from other teams as well. Lev texts me often too, ever since the first group training camp."

Suddenly Kenma felt bashful. He glanced away not knowing what to say. He didn't know Hinata saw him in such a way. He simply thought the boy saw him as a Volleyball friend, but to be in the same category as family. That gave Kenma great pride. He was bad with words and liked games more then he like talking, but Hinata didn't mind. Hinata, who would text him all night if he could, didn't care about his lazy texting.

"I'm glad." Kenma whispered. He blinked realizing they were at the train station.

"Well my Uncle wants me home before it gets too dark, do I'll be leaving. Text me when you make it home okay?" Kenma didn't miss the hint of worry behind those words. Did he fear something would happen to him on a simple trip home? That saddened Kenma, to be afraid of something as simple as leaving a person by themselves. Was he afraid of losing more people he cared about?

"I'll text when I get home." Hinata smiled nodding his head. He waved quickly before jumping onto his train. Kenma waved back amused by the boy's big goofy smile.

If only he knew when the boy got home that smile would be wiped away by screams of pain and terror.

Hinata was running because his train had stopped unexpectedly on his trip home. The streets were barely lit by some street lamps, making it hard for him to see, but still he ran. His uncle's words continuing to echo in his head. All kinds of monsters come out at night. He hadn't realized how much those words were going to frighten him once he was alone in the boy tried to pick up his pace, but his boots, the damned boots he had finally decided to wear, were not meant for running.

He didn't know why he was so afraid. He use to walk home at night all the time. Now though, he was scared. He wanted to get home and up to his room. Even though he knew there was no one behind him, he felt like he was being chased down like the prey of a jungle cat. The tall brick house came into view, to Hinata's great relief. In a matter of seconds, he was up the stairs and in the entryway of the door. The only thing that greeted him was darkness.

Hinata swallowed. He hadn't expected it to be so dark in the house too. He also hadn't expected it to be so quiet. He toed off his boots lining them up with the other shoes, when he noticed a pair he'd never seen before. Then he remember his uncle saying something about his drunk work buddy staying the night. Hinata quietly slipped up the stairs heading towards his room that was located at the end of hall. He tried to make no noise as he passed the guest room. Most nights he didn't have to worry about it because his Uncle's room was downstairs, but with someone else sleeping on the top floor, he had to be quite.

Finally in his room he pulled off his sweaty clothes. The weather may have cooled off, but he had worked up a sweat when running all the way from the train station. Only in his boxers, he grabbed his towel and headed for a quick shower. He hoped the echo of water didn't wake the sleeping man. He didn't want to be rude and awaken him, but he also couldn't go to sleep with his skin covered in sweat.

He showered as quickly as possible and was back in his room in no time. He toed the door closed not thinking about locking himself in for the night. He was suddenly exhausted, from volleyball practice, to his running a few minuets ago, and his body was begging for sleep. Unaware of the danger, Hinata fell into his bed, and curling up in his sheets, he quickly fell asleep.

He was dreaming, and couldn't make out anything in front of him, for it was too dark. He could hear breathing above him. He could feel a large cold hand slide down his bare spine. He shivered in his sleep trying to roll away from the touch. He didn't know those hands. They felt nothing like Suga's. They were too large and to calloused to be his Senpai's. The nails that suddenly ranked over his back were long. Suga never kept his nails long.

Suddenly Hinata's eyes shot open. He went to turn his body, but weight suddenly came down hard on his back. He cried out struggling. He didn't know what the hell was happening. Then he could smell it. The twinge of alcohol. It was his Uncle's friend. Fear pounded through his heart.

"What are you doing! Get off me!" Hinata tried to push the weight of his back, but he was too small, and the weight was to much.

"Don't struggle kid. You were liking the feel of my hands on you a few moments ago as you slept." The voice was deep and raspy. Like someone who smoked too much. It grated on Hinata's already shot nerves.

"Please just get off. I don't have anything you want so go away!"

The chuckle was menacing. "You definitely have something I want boy." Hinata didn't understand what he meant. It all dawned on him as his boxers were pulled down to his ankles.

"NO!" The boy screamed, swinging his arm back, in hopes he would hit the man sitting on his back.

"Don't be that way, kid, it can feel amazing if you stay calm." Sweat was starting to form on Hinata's forehead. His fear was so great he was sweating immensely, and was shaking uncontrollably. He cried out as the rough had ran up his leg, cupping his rear. He squeezed his eyes closed, afraid to know what was coming next.

"Please! I don't want it! I don't want you, you filthy bastard!" Hinata wasn't normally one to use such language, but he didn't want something so sacred taken from him. He regretted those word in seconds as a hand clamped down over his mouth and his legs were spread wide.

"Don't get mouthy you little shit! I was going to be gentle, but you had to go and piss me off." The sound of fabric being pulled down had Hinata struggling harder. He tried crawling to his knees to help archer himself but the man was too heavy and Hinata was too small. One hand pressed his stomach down on the mattress, while the other held his hips down. He was trapped, and the only thing he could think to do was scream for help.

So he screamed loud and long hoping his Uncle would hear and help him, clearly unaware that the man he was screaming for was standing in the hallway watching through the crack of the door.

Pain, searing pain, shot up his spine and he screamed clawing at the sheets as the man tore through the flesh of his rear. It was the worst pain he had ever experienced in the span of his short life. The man began moving, thrusting fast and hard against him. Hinata cried, tears running down his face, as drool fell from his mouth, unchecked. He couldn't breathe past the pain.

"Please stop!" The pain was unbearable. He wanted to die, just so it would stop.

"Just getting started now boy." His tempo sped up. The hand that was pressed against his spine grabbed handfuls of his hair, pulling his head back. He could feel something warm sliding down his thighs. He could only assume blood. He was struggling to breathe past his pain. The headboard slammed against the wall as the man pounded into him.

The man moaned above him, and suddenly his hips were lifted off the bed, his back pressed against a large, nasty, sweaty chest. The hand that was in his hair suddenly wrapped around his throat, cutting off his air flow. The pounding continued, ripping into his flesh. Hinata screamed, but the sound that came out was strangled sounding. He clawed at his arms, but it changed nothing. He tried moving away, but it only caused more pain. A terrified wail escaped him.

He wanted to vomit.

That would teach the little bastard.

Those words echoed through the man's head as he watched from the hallway. The boy who stole his life from him was struggling in his captors hold. Aki smiled, watching as the innocence was stolen from him. His strangled screams excited him. Call him twisted, but he enjoyed this type of punishment. It wouldn't be the first time he had set it up. Anyone that got in his way were ruined, way beyond healing.

He fought his laugh as he watched as the man fucked him harder, easily lifting and sliding the smaller body down his member. He could tell he would be done soon. His tempo grew with great speed. The boy was now limp in his arms, most likely unconscious from the pain and panic. The loud moan the man let out was sickening to Aki, disgusting even. How another man could get off having sex with another male baffled him. He heard the thunk of the boy hitting the bed and the patter of feet on the floor.

Suddenly the door opened and the man stepped out looking satisfied. It pissed Aki off. He didn't bring the man here to let him be satisfied, but he brought him here to teach the boy a lesson. Without a word, the man held out his hand waiting. Not wanting to touch those filthy hands, he dropped the roll of money into the outstretched palm.

"Nice doing business with you. Hopefully, that will teach me to almost ignore a total stranger on the street." Humming a happy tone, the man left. For one wild moment, Aki thought about simply killing him. He had no connections with him, and no one had seen him get into his car. He could easily get his money back by slitting his throat, and then to drop him off somewhere.

Aki moved down the stairs towards the kitchen to get a knife then stopped. No, that was to much trouble, and he was tired anyways. Rolling his shoulders, he headed to his room, calmly getting into his bed ,and placed his ear plugs in his ears. He couldn't sleep unless there was total silence.

Hinata screamed as he came too. His hips and back hurt, and his buttocks throbbed painfully. He could feel something disgusting running down his legs. His sheets were wet, from what he could only guess was semen and blood. Hinata cried, curling in on himself. Frantically, the boy moved, leaning over his bed he vomited onto the floor. Wave after wave of nausea plagued him. He shook, unable to control the disgust and fear racing through him.

He rolled off the bed. Hinata tried to stand but his legs collapsed under him. His legs were shaking and his heart was pounding. He didn't understand why that had happened. He didn't understand what he had done so wrong in his life that he deserved this kind of reality. He was drowning in self pity. He was disgusting to allow that to happen to him. He hadn't fought enough, and hadn't screamed loud enough. In his fear, he had forgotten his the fact that his Uncle slept with earplugs in.

He crawled towards the bathroom, not able to trust his legs to hold him up. He needed to get this filth off his skin. He need to get the feel of the man's hands off his flesh. It took him longer than he would had liked to get the bathroom, but once inside he locked the door. Again, he crawled, this time his destination was the shower in front of him. He turned the hot water on high heat and didn't care if it burned. He needed to melt the unspeakable filth off his body.

He cried as he climbed over the side of the tub. The water burned his bare flesh, but he didn't care. He sat down on the floor, but pain shot up his spine so harsh he fell forward on his hands and knees. Hinata didn't move from that spot. The burning water was hitting him were it hurt the most. He watched as the water was suddenly stained red. He didn't know how bad he was torn, and didn't know how bad he was actually bleeding.

He gagged suddenly, vomiting again, but the water quickly washed it down the drain. He was ruined. Suga would hate him. He wouldn't want him anymore, now that he was tainted. He would lose the only thing worth living for because he was disgusting.

Filthy

Filthy

Filthy!

He was a disgustingly filthy person, and now he would lose what little he had left.

He wanted to be swept away by the crashing waves of despair that were beating at him.

"I'm sorry." He whispered to the air that surrounded him.