Ok, so chapter 9.
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(I don't own Haiykyuu)
Hinata
Today was the day I was supposed to go back to school, the end of winter break.
I didn't know how I was going to stand it. My friends... The team... MY team... I don't know how I'll be able to keep up my usual happy self.
After all, I wasn't the same. Not anymore. Not after... Not after what happened.
I was currently in the shower, trying desperatly to scrub the feel of that... That man off me.
I felt completly and utterly disgusting. Dirty.
...Scared.
Eventually, I gave up. I went out of the bathroom, skin pink, smile nonexistent.
I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection as words flashed through my head.
Unneeded. Unwanted. Useless. A waste of space, really. Bothersome. A burden.
Shaking my head, I tryed to banish those thoughts from my head to no avail. With a sigh, I let my gaze drift over to the knife that was sitting on my bed. It had been there since last night.
Now, I felt my self drifting over to it. I picked it up, placing the cool metal against my finger. I turned it so that the blade cut into my skin. I didn't flinch when the sharp edge cut into my finger. It didn't hurt, not when compared to the other things that have been done to me.
Closing my eyes, I lifted the knife from my finger and placed it against my wrist, not really thinking about the people on the team seeing. As I opened my eyes, staring at the blood dripping from my wrist, I figured I could just cover it with a sweatband. (A/n: wristband?) With that thought, I continued, enjoying the bite of the knife into my skin. It felt... Comforting, being able to control my pain, even if it was just this small bit.
Laying the knife back down, this time under a shoebox in my closet, I sighed, grabbing one wrist/sweatband from the top of a drawer. I watched the blood run down my wrist for a minute before I sighed, getting up and cleaning my cut wrist. It was a little difficult with the interference of the cast, but I didn't care.
It didn't feel like I cared about anything at this point.
Except volleyball. Volleyball had always been the one thing thing that could always cheer me up. And now, with my arm and... Other factors, I couldn't even play.
It made my chest tight, and I wasn't sure if it was sadness or anger, or maybe fear.
With a sigh, I got my school uniform on and made my way to morning practice.
Morn. Practice
Tsukishima
I watched, eyes narrowed, as Hinata came in. At first, no one saw him. In those moments, I saw Hinata, head bowed, his one good hand clenched. When he looked up, there was an expression on his face, one that should never, ever be on the bright individual's face. I hardly knew what it was. It was like... Sadness, and pain, and desperation, and fear, all melded into one. I didn't know what had happened, but I knew that, even if I didn't acknowlage the urge, I would definetley find whoever had caused that expression and hurt them.
It shocked me, but as soon as he looked up, Hinata fixed a mask over the pain. Not long afterwards, he was swarmed over by the rest of our team, and the gym pretty much dissolved into mayhem. Hinata was telling everyone why he couldnt practice and answering the questions. He was giving that big smile that he usually gave, but...
Something wasn't right. It didn't sit well with me, made unease twist in my stomach.
Nobody else seemed to notice anything wrong, though I could see a touch of anger in Daichi's eyes. Normally I would assume it was caused by the room's chaos, but Daichi did nothing to stop that. As far as I could tell, he wasn't even paying attention to the gym's occurrences at all.
I frowned, making up my mind to question him about it later. I was really worried about Hinata, as much as I hated to admit it.
I narrowed my eyes as Noya slapped Hinata on the back, causing the small middle-blocker to wince and let out a small noise of pain that I could see but barely hear, and that Noya didn't notice at all, As loudly as he was speaking.
I was rather tempted to drag Hinata away and ask him exactly what happened when he raised his arm to rub the back of his head. Which, of course, would've been fine if it hadn't revealed the hand-shaped bruises on the shorty's shoulders.
I froze, the only thought going through my mind being of what could have happened.
i was quickly forced to take my mind off of it, though, when Yamaguchi tugged on my arm to get me to come over for the warm-up the team had already started.
Sighing, I shrugged and followed him. Luckily for me, I guessed, my emotionless expression had stayed in place.
Looking down on the idiots of the team, I made a snarky comeback, smirk set on my face, and replying unfeelingly to their anger.
Hinata
I walked out of practice, exhausted, even though I hadn't even done anything. I stared resentfully down at my cast.
The cuts on my wrist had already stopped hurting, or rather I hadn't been paying attention and the pain faded.
Sadly.
I, myself couldn't wait until the next 4 weeks were over with. Not only would I be able to play volleyball again, but it would only be 9 or so months until I got away from Kiruki.
Even so... I wasn't sure I'd ever be the same again. I don't know if my family and friends can heal all the wounds inflicted on me.
Overall, I didn't, and don't, know who I can trust.
Ok, so, kind of a short chapter. I'll try to post a new one soon.
Im going to let you know that, since I'm sorta-kinda losing inspiration/imagination I'm going to be skipping time.
The next chapter will take place when Himata has a little less than 6 months until his familys' return.
So... Ah, remember reviews and I hope you like the story. (Personally, I think it's gotten a lot worse since I started but who knows.)
