A/N: This chapter contains depictions of Violence. Fore mature readers only.

Hinata's POV

The pair hadn't spoken much that morning. Rather, Kageyama had avoided conversation altogether. Hinata had tried multiple times to apologise for clinging onto him like some sort of sea creature, however Kageyama brushed him off, choosing to bury his nose in one of Hinata's textbooks as a distraction. Despite the taller man's attempts to block his face with the Biology text, Hinata often caught a glimpse of red ears. What on earth was the man so grumpy about? Was it that big of deal that they woke in such a position? To Hinata, it seemed like something worth laughing lightly over, before moving on… but he had to admit, he knew very little about the other man still, perhaps he'd really made him uncomfortable.

The redhead squirmed in his seat, his own eyes drifting between the taller man, and his own text: Dynamics of Motor Skill Acquisition. Thrilling. With a sigh he tried to focus, however that focus was short lived as the shrill ringing of the phone pierced the silence. The sound jarred him enough for the textbook to slide off of his lap, adding to the noise. He jumped to his feet and ran to the phone, catching it on the third ring.

"Hello?"

There was no response. Hinata could faintly make out the sound of cars in the background, and some breathing.

"Hello? Who is this?"

The sound of breathing continued. Hinata could hear movement coming from his room, and soon a head popped around the corner, "Who is it? Noya-san?"

The petite lounge staff member had taken to calling Hinata every so often to check on Kageyama, however Hinata doubted this was him. He shook his head at Kageyama, his brow furrowing. The breathing stopped for a moment at the sound of Kageyama's voice, as it made it faintly through the receiver, then suddenly the line went dead.

Hinata pulled the phone away from his ear as the dial tone rang out. "T-they hung up, without even saying anything."

Kageyama frowned. Suddenly he approached to stand next to the short redhead, "Is your number listed in the directory?" The directory was used primarily for businesses, but sometimes landlines were also listed. Hinata shook his head. "That's good, probably just a misdial."

Hinata nodded, but something in his gut was feeling off- and it wasn't their breakfast. That phone call had spooked him. Kageyama touched his shoulder, looking a bit worried, "It's probably nothing Hinata-san."

Another week passed without incident, however five more calls were sent to Hinata's home, each time no voice came through, just ambient city noise and breath. Yachi answered one of the calls as Hinata was in class, and she too found it very unsettling.

Hinata sat on the floor, watching the small blonde check on Kageyama's wounds. "How's mobility?"

"Not bad, I'm using the crutch less, and it doesn't hurt to do things like bathe on my own, or sit up in bed." Kageyama reported. Yachi nodded, checking his wrist and elbow.

"So I'm not going to re-splint your arm, however I want you to take it easy, no getting into fights!" She scolded, handing over a small wrist brace. "Wear this for another week, and slowly cut down on wearing it and begin doing light stretching. Your wound is healing nicely- I'm impressed you didn't get an infection, being in that river…"

Kageyama nodded, looking down at the stitching that she was beginning to cover with bandages. "Let's keep these stitches in for two more weeks. Keep putting on the ointment, and bandages." With that she stood up and removed her gloves. "You should be alright to head home. Do you live with anyone who can make sure there are no complications?"

Kageyama nodded, "I've got friends as neighbours." His eyes met with Hinata's, who looked like he wanted to know more, "Uh, Noya-san and Tanaka-san live on either side of me. The property is owned by Ukai-sama, so most of us live on it." Hinata nodded slowly, trying to figure out which one of the men he saw at the lounge was Tanaka.

Hinata thanked Yachi, and showed her out, but before she left she turned to Hinata and spoke in a quiet voice, trying to offer some privacy from Kageyama, "I hate to be a nag… have you, uh, had any luck looking for work? Natsu-chan was over again last night, she's worried." Hinata visibly deflated, rubbing the back of his head. "Not yet. The folks at the Dahlia have been supplying me with funds for now, so this month won't be a problem, but I'll need to find something immediately. She touched his shoulder and smiled, "If you need some burden taken off, Natsu-chan is welcome to stay with me as long as you both need."

"Thanks, you've been a lifesaver- literally." Hinata chuckled, waving her goodbye. When he turned around, Kageyama was standing in the door, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed.

"You haven't been able to work because of me…" He muttered, looking down.

"It'll be alright, we've been worse off before, your health was more important, and we've got people looking out for us." Hinata said, embarrassed.

"I'm going to go back home tonight. The sooner our lives both go back to normal, the better."

That caught the redhead off guard. He blinked. He'd become so accustomed to the man being around, he could hardly imagine the apartment without him in it.

"A-are you sure?"

"Mm." Kageyama turned and walked back into the room. His steps were still a little off, but he walked with a straight back again, and his speed was closer to normal. He slowly knelt and began to gather his belongings in the bag Noya had prepared for him.

"Y-you don't have to leave right away, it's the evening- wouldn't it be safer to go in the morning?"

"You should use the morning to job hunt instead of babysitting me." He grumbled. Once everything was in his bag, he shouldered it on his good side, pushing past the redhead to the door. Hinata watched him put on his shoes, almost in shock. Kageyama stood and opened the door, wincing at using the wrist in the brace.

"H-here, let me walk you to the station." He grabbed the crutch, and stepped forward.

"Not necessary." Kageyama declined, stepping out of the door. He paused, his ears red as he looked over his shoulder. "You- you've already done too much. I don't know how I'm gonna repay you, but I swear, one day I will." The promise rang through the air, and all Hinata could do was stand there in open mouthed silence. Then the door closed between them and Kageyama was gone.

Hinata sat on the stoop for a while before finally standing. He needed to stop worrying about Kageyama. His hand clenched around the crutch- ah shit! He left the crutch! Hinata smacked his forehead with his palm. He had no idea how far Kageyama had gotten, through the stubborn man would probably reject the instrument out of principle. He was leaving, therefore he was fine. Stubborn bastard.

The redhead moved to the phone, and quickly dialled the number given to him by Noya.

"Hello?" The voice was familiar.

"Ah, Nishinoya-san? It's Hinata Shoyou."

There was a moment of silence before a deep breath, "I-is he okay?"

"You'll see soon for yourself- he's headed home now."

Hinata had to pull the earpiece away from his head at the man's shout of joy, "It's about damn time!"

"He's still in rough shape though… so, uh, could someone go and check on him tonight?"

"Oh, yeah, of course! Uh…. Thanks again, what you did… it was honestly amazing."

Hinata felt his face heat up, "N-no need for that. Just make sure he gets home in one piece, kay?"

"Kay."

They ended the call after that, and suddenly Hinata felt very alone. The apartment was so quiet. It was uncomfortable.

He'd received a call the next morning from Sugawara-san, reporting that not only had Kageyama made it home, but he was in high spirits. Hinata was glad, but a small part of him was sad that Kageyama was so happy to be out of his apartment, even though he had every right to be ecstatic. Kageyama was home. Hinata shook the thought away while he made his way to class. As he neared the train station he noticed a man in a hoodie on a cell phone, leaning against a lamp post. The man wasn't saying anything, just blankly staring forward with the phone to his ear. Hinata ignored him and entered the station.

As he approached the ticket gate, he felt a strange sensation of being watched. He peeked behind his shoulder and saw the man with the phone watching him. A chill ran down his spine, and he quickly made his way to the train without looking back again.

Once he was off of the train, he all but ran to his campus. Class distracted him for the most part regarding the staring stranger, but once the lecture was over, he found himself frozen to his chair. Why on earth was he so afraid? The moment he'd seen the man he'd felt this sense of foreboding that he just couldn't shake. Before he left campus, he found a payphone and quickly dialled home. Natsu's voice greeted him warily.

"H-hello?"

"Natsu-chan?"

"Oh thank goodness, oniisan! Someone keeps calling, but not saying anything! It's been three times since I got home from school." Hinata felt his stomach drop.

"Natsu, I want you to pack some clothes for the next few days and go stay with Yachi-san, okay? I don't know what's going on, but I want you to stay there until we can get it figured out."

"Oniisan, I'm scared, you should stay with Yachi-neesan too."

"No, because if this is about Kageyama-san then they could have found our address by following me, and they'd be able to continue to follow me to you two. It's safer if I stay alone, or go to Kageyama-san's." He could hear her voice shake when she spoke next,

"Oniisan what is happening?"

"I don't know. Just hurry and go to Yachi-chan's I'll call you in the morning, okay?"

"O-okay."

Next he phoned Yachi, and filled her in on what was happening. She agreed to look after Natsu, and also warned him to be safe. Once that was settled, he set off for home at a brisk pace. The faster he could get behind his locked door the better.

In reality, a man staring at him at a station shouldn't be enough to spook him, but with the Kageyama incident, along with the creepy phone calls… Hinata was well past spooked. He'd call the Dahlia the moment he got home.

Strangely enough the streets were all but deserted in his neighbourhood. A quiet sleepy part of town. Brown eyes flicked this way and that, but there were no stalkers hiding in shadows to be seen. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding as he reached his building. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside and felt his body relax. Safe. Hinata moved further into the building and up to his floor before unlocking his door and stepping inside.

As he had been walking, he'd been thinking about the events leading to now. Kageyama had mentioned gang tensions rising, however both he and Nishinoya-san were unaffiliated… had the attack simply been them getting involved where they shouldn't have been? It seemed to convenient for gang members to show up in force to hassle the pair. Then there was the tension he'd felt at the Dahlia when he'd brought up Kageyama, as if they were expecting another attack… and now these phone calls. Was it random? Or had Kageyama and Noya been targeted? He closed the door behind him and flicked on the lights. The apartment remained dark.

"What the…" Hinata muttered, not bothering to take off his shoes before taking a step into the apartment. He gently set down his backpack, and walked towards where the floor lamp should have been next to the sofa. Glass crunched underfoot, and a breeze brushed his cheek.

Hinata's stomach dropped again. He froze, and listened carefully. He could hear the outside distant sounds of the city, however he was sure he'd closed all of the windows before leaving, and there was no way Natsu would have been foolish enough to leave one open. Then there was the glass on the ground. Hinata took another step forward, his outstretched hand feeling nothing but air. There should have been a lamp there. He took a step to the right and felt his shin hit something. His hands lowered to find the sofa flipped onto it's back. He gulped. He started to back away towards the front door again, slowly, quietly. He could try knocking on a neighbour's door, perhaps borrow a phone to call the cops, and a flashlight to see the damage.

Before he could get to the door however, a sound came from the kitchen to his right. He turned blindly in the dark towards the sound and was greeted with a fist in his abdomen.

Air exploded out of his mouth and nose, along with an unhealthy amount of saliva. He wheezed as he crumpled to the floor, his arms hugging himself tightly. Footsteps came from beside him, where the bedrooms were, and in front of him where the kitchen now was. Hinata pushed himself to his knees, and tried to make a break for the door. Fingers grabbed his hair and yanked him back onto the floor, his shoulder blades hitting painfully. A foot made contact with his side, causing him to cough noisily.

"H-HELP!" He managed to cry out, his voice cracked and in pain. A large set of hands found his throat, and began squeezing, cutting off his voice.

He clawed as if his life depended on it- hell, it just might have. His fingers first tried to claw at the hands strangling him, before he gave up and started swinging for the assailant's face. A few times he made shallow contact before the perpetrator shook him. He was running out of air fast, and the world was spinning. His hearing was leaving him along with his strength to lift his arms. He gave a final attempt, kicking out towards the man with both feet.

Contact. The hands released him as the assailant stumbled back. Hinata gasped for breath, and scrambled to where he thought the door was, only to crawl directly into the bathroom door. A hand grabbed his head and slammed it against the door, once, twice… the world was already black, but he was losing consciousness. He could feel the pull. Feet began to kick at his form as he slid down to the floor, limp, and without fight.

Natsu. Had she gotten away in time?

"Shoyou-chan! What on earth… you're covered in dirt again!" He could see her silhouette, the lavender skirt covered partially by a worn apron. She had a basket of folded linen next to her, and the smell of fresh laundry, and a countryside summer filled the air. He couldn't see her face though, the sun behind her was too bright.

"I didn't fight! I promise!" His voice was small, many years younger.

She approached, and crouched with a damp cloth. Suddenly large brown eyes came into view, crow's feet giving away her age to an otherwise young face. Gently she began to clean him, sighing as she did so. "What was it this time?"

"They were making fun of me because I'm bad at sports! I showed them though! Their speed was nothing compared to mine!"

Her laugh was like bells, floating through the warm breeze. "I must say, most people don't win their battles by running, but I am glad my precious boy is smart enough to outwit those bullies!" She gently pinched his nose. He smiled fully and giggled. "Let me guess, you took them through the valley road shortcut trail?"

"It'll take them a couple of hours to get out of that one!"

"They could get lost, or hurt you know…"

"Serves them right!"

"Shoyou!" She scolded, brows furrowing.

He sighed, "I'm sorry."

"You'll be saying that to their mothers if anything happens to those boys- bullies or not."

He nodded while pouting and received a pinch on the nose again. "I'll make dinner once I collect the last bit of laundry. Go get cleaned up, and then help your sister." He nodded again, and ran inside, looking over his shoulder once to see her slender form stand again to be silhouetted by the sunlight.

Such a lovely dream, he didn't want to wake. It had been so long since he'd dreamt of his mother, he was nearly brought to tears upon opening his eyes. The sense of loss ate at him as if he'd just lost her yesterday. Brown eyes opened slowly, sluggishly. They felt crusty and uncomfortable. He tried to raise his hands up to clear them, but found he was unable to. His arms were bound behind him with what felt like a zip-tie, the thin plastic biting painful cuts into his wrists. Hinata cried out in surprise, his voice muffled by the cloth gag pinching at the corners of his mouth. He was currently laying on his side on a basement floor, facing a cement wall. What the hell had happened? He'd been heading home… oh, right. They'd been in his apartment- whoever they were.

The sound of a door opening behind him caused the small man to tense, trying to lay as still as possible. "It's been hours, 'ow 'ard did you 'it 'em?" The voice sounded like it came from a heavier man, who smoked three packs a day, and his accent sounded like he wasn't from the city.

"He was fighting back, bastard nearly took my eyes out!" A young voice, probably no older than he, and judging by the words, probably the man who had done the majority of the beating and holding.

"Idiot, you can't 'andle a little squirt? What do we pay you for?" A whump! Followed by some coughing filled the room, presumably the rougher sounding man had punched the other.

Footsteps approached, and the redhead shut his eyes, pretending to be unconscious. A boot found prize in his side, pressing down on him until he dropped the facade, sobbing into the gag. "Mnnnph! Mmphh…" Hinata cried, trying to tell them to stop.

The large man stepping on him chuckled deeply and applied more weight. Hinata screamed into the gag and nearly vomited at the pain. He was pretty sure the man was going to break a rib.

The man alleviated the pressure by raising his foot for a moment, warranting a sigh from the small man laying on his side. Suddenly he slammed his foot back down in a stomping motion, successfully breaking a rib or two with a resulting snap!

Everything went white for a moment, as Hinata's ears rang painfully. It wasn't until the ringing passed that he realised he'd been screaming. The men laughed. The big one crouched down and grabbed Hinata by the hair, lifting him partially off the floor, "Now kiddo- why don't you be a good boy and tell me where the crow is hiding?"

Hinata felt tears running down his face, pulling away flecks of blood that had dried around his eyes and cheeks from a wound on his forehead. The man smelled terrible of smoke, but now that his face was only inches away, Hinata was greeted with yellowing teeth, and rotten breath. He pulled off the gag to let the redhead speak… but Hinata remained silent. Who was the crow they were speaking of?

"Where is the fucking crow!" The man shook him painfully by the hair.

"If I go bald…" Hinata breathed, trying to speak through a ragged throat, "I'm going to kill you."

The two men were silent for a moment, before bursting out laughing. "Alright then kiddo, let's ask you questions, nice and proper." This was from the younger man, who Hinata could see was sporting a set of claw marks across his cheek, and neck. The man exited the room for a moment and returned with a chair, placing it in the middle of the room. The larger man lifted Hinata and moved him to the seat, placing him down with his arms behind the back of the chair. It was uncomfortable and made him feel vulnerable.

"Let's try this again, squirt- Where-" Mr. Smoker began, spacing out his question with pauses between every word, "Is. The. Damn. Crow."

"I don't even-" Hinata coughed, straining against the bindings, "know who you're talking about."

The older man grit his teeth and punched Hinata in the belly. "You think we're fucking dumb? We 'ad people at that scummy lounge when you showed up, you're a friend of 'is, right?" He spat to the side, "We know the rat bastard is alive, we 'eard 'is voice over your phone." Spittle flew at that last word. Shit, so these were the men responsible for those wordless calls.

The younger man walked up and slapped Hinata across the face, being none to careful with his nails. A shallow cut opened on top of Hinata's cheekbone. "Where is that Dahlia brat? Hm?"

Hinata paused, and then chuckled lightly, "Not that I find this situation funny-" He began, shoulders shaking out of both laughter, and fear, "but it's a bit ironic. You guys call me for days, and days… and when you finally make your move, it's the day after he's left." A fist collided with the side of his head, making his eyes roll back into his head, and his body momentarily fall limp as he wavered out of consciousness before managing to regain some sense of reality. Apparently they didn't find it very amusing.

"Where the fuck did he go then?" The younger one asked, snarling.

"The one place you can't touch him." Hinata slurred groggily.

"What, you think we can't get him at the police station boy?"

Hinata laughed again, and their faces fell as they realised what he was saying, "No, idiots- He's back home. At the Dahlia."

Hinata expected another hit, but it never came. Instead, the two men walked to the door and began arguing in hushed voices. Hinata couldn't catch all of what they were saying but he managed to pick up a few things; "Boss ain't gonna be happy 'bout this…"

"Since we tracked the shrimps to the park, Ukai's gang has closed ranks, it's nearly impossible to get to them with their guard up, the stray crow was our one chance at drawing the old bastard out."

The pair lowered their voices further, and Hinata lost what they were saying. From the sounds of it, they were trying to use Kageyama to expose someone. Hinata deduced that the incident at the park was not random. They'd rolled up in a large number when two Dahlia members were alone, and had taunted them into making the first move by using the girl. He couldn't guarantee his suspicions were accurate, but he'd be willing to bet they were.

Before he could ponder further, the men were approaching again. One lifted him, and tossed him roughly on the floor while the other took the chair back. Hinata felt the air leave his chest at the impact and groaned. "Someone will be back to play with you later, boy." The younger assailant taunted, leaving the room. To his partner he muttered, "I guess we have to report this…" He did not sound enthusiastic in the least.

Hinata had no idea how long he'd been down there. Hours? Days? There was a small drain in the floor that Hinata had managed to crawl to after painfully squeezing his legs through the tight hole between his elbows, but finally his arms were in front of him. He used that drain to relieve himself, now able to work his fly with his hands forwards. From there he moved back to the wall, tucking himself in the dark corner. It was damp and cold, his wrists were rubbed raw and bloody and he was chilled and thirsty. Never before had he felt quite this uncomfortable.

Over the hours he worked on tearing bits of fabric off of his shirt, stuffing it between the zip ties and his mangled wrists. He needed some sort of barrier. At some point he fell asleep.

When he woke he was so hungry that he began dry heaving, which only made his broken ribs hurt all the more. He was endlessly fatigued, thirsty, hungry, terrified… lonely. Tears welled up in his eyes as he sobbed quietly into the empty room, the sounds muffled by his knees which were pulled up to his chest.

The door opened, and a small man with dark eyes and greasy hair entered, holding a small tray with him. He approached carefully and set it in the middle of the room before retreating.

Hinata waited until he was gone, and slowly crawled forward with what little strength he had. The tray was covered, so he carefully pulled off the black cloth. Underneath was a small bowl, quarter filled with miso soup, and a small bowl of rice. A water canteen accompanied the food. There were no utensils. Hinata dug in without second thought. Using his dirty fingers to shovel the rice into his mouth, washing it down with a swig of the nearly cold soup. The meal took no time to finish, and Hinata immediately wished he'd savoured it.

It wasn't five minutes before his body began rejecting the food due to the speed in which he ate on a very empty stomach. He vomited into the drain and began sobbing. How long would he be trapped down here? He was starving, dehydrated, and injured. Would he be left down here to rot as their prisoner forever? Or… he thought about the door swinging open, the sound of fighting filling the air behind it as Kageyama ran through, straight to him, throwing his arms around his shaking form. He could almost feel the man's warmth wrapped around him as he lay on his side on the cold floor. The smell that came from their shared shampoo washing over him with the imaginary tickle of glossy black hair. Deep blue eyes would blink at him in worry, gentle hands running over his body to check for injuries. He'd carry him out of there, after wrapping him in a sweater, and let him sleep for days, curled up together.

Tears streaked down his face, clearing grime from his skin. He sobbed loudly this time. He wanted Kageyama at his side. At least he knew he and Natsu were safe.

The next time he woke, it was the man with food again. This time, he ate slowly, and took breaks, making sure to savour everything, and digest properly. He did dry heave a bit, but he kept everything down. Again, later the man returned to retrieve the dishes.

He slept more, before again being awoken by the door. This time a group of men entered, the light from the open door hurting his eyes which had become accustomed to the darkness of the cell. The man in the front was dressed in a classic kimono style with a cane, and a haori jacket hanging loosely over his shoulders. He was young, despite his dress, and brought with him an entourage of men wearing a mixture of common hoodlum fashion, and black suits.

"Apologies that it has taken me so long to greet my guest." His voice was like silk as he spoke, standing a few feet away from Hinata, and looking down upon his shivering form. "You smell terrible, I can't have you entering my compound in such a state."

With that he turned away, and retreated out of the room. The men dressed in street clothes approached and picked Hinata up by his armpits and dragged him out of the room. Hinata cried out in pain at both his ribs and his eyes burning from the exposure to fluorescent lights.

They dragged him up out of the basement, his ankles and knees banging roughly against each step. At the top of the stairs they took a right down a hall. Finally they arrived in another room with small windows, barred and near the ceiling. Attached to the room was a tile covered bathroom. They dragged him in, and cut off the zip-ties with a knife. One man held that blade to his throat and seethed, "Try anything boy, and you'll get this in your windpipe."

Hinata gulped, his Adam's apple running across the blade and opening a shallow cut. The blade was put away, and he slowly nodded. Even with the ties off, there were still lots of thuggish men in the next room, and two in the bathroom with him. On top of that, he had no strength to fight back in his current state. The two men pulled off his dirty clothes, stained with blood, bodily fluids, and grime. One gagged at the smell that Hinata could no longer notice after days of sitting in his own filth.

"Get in." Hinata tried to stand, but his knees wouldn't support him. He hadn't really visibly lost weight, which made him think he'd only been down there for a few days, five at most. Naked, and with some assistance, he stepped into the tile basin, using the wall for support as the two men used the shower head to spray him down. "Hand." The man commanded. Hinata held out his hand, the water stinging his open wounds terribly. His wrists were a bloody mess. There was no way they wouldn't scar. Whoever had put on the zip ties hadn't wanted to take any chances and had put them on way to tight.

The man squirted body gel into his hand, while the other moved the water stream off of his body. Hinata weakly, and carefully began to wash his body, dark brown water pooling in the basin before running down the drain. Once his body was covered, the man pointed the shower head at him again to rinse. They did this three times for his body, and twice for his hair. By the time he was finished, his already damaged skin felt raw.

They roughly towel dried him before helping him into new clothes. They almost looked like hospital pyjamas, pale green pants with no pockets, or strings, and a white t-shirt, and slip on shoes. Nothing he could use to escape, or harm himself. Upon exiting the bathroom, he noticed the man in kimono had returned to the room.

He was tall, easily 196cm. He had broad shoulders, and long auburn hair, tied back in a traditional style tail. His face was narrow and elegant, with a straight nose, and emerald eyes. In any other situation, Hinata would have described him as being beautiful, but all Hinata could see was horrible. This man was in charge of these thugs. He was responsible for what Kageyama went through, what he was going through.

"Much better." The man said, looking Hinata up and down as if judging the worth of a prize horse. "Tell me boy, what is your name." Hinata remained silent. A thug stepped closer, fist raised, Hinata felt his knees buckle as he collapsed to them on the floor, his shaking arms raising to cover his head. "Now, now… none of that. The velvety voice cooed. Feet stepped into Hinata's limited view, before the man crouched before him. Slender fingers reached under his protective arms, and touched his chin, lifting it with little force to make eye contact. Hinata lowered his arms, his whole body quivering. "Bad things need not happen to you, so long as you do as you're told."

Hinata gulped again, deciding to remain silent.

The man tilted his head, a strand of hair that wasn't contained in the hair tie rested on his cheek, "Come now boy, your name… I do hate to be kept waiting."

Despite his soft voice and smile, there was a coldness in his eyes that scared Hinata more than the threat of a raised fist. "H-Hinata Shoyou."

"Hmmm, Hinata-kun. Very good." He released his chin and pet his head for a moment before standing.

"Is it not polite to offer yours in exchange?" Hinata mouthed, immediately regretting his loose tongue. Now he'd done it…

The room was dead silent as everyone froze for a moment. The tall man looked down on him with cold eyes before smiling brightly, a musical laugh bubbling out of him, "How horrible I've been, to take and not receive! I am Igarashi Tatsuo." He offered a very slight bow of his head, his bright smile morphing into one of a smirk, "However, you may only refer to me as Igarashi-dono."

Hinata stared blankly at him as he turned away, and walked towards the door, "Get our guest ready for transport."

The moment he was out of sight, there were hands on him, holding his arms to his side as they lifted him off the ground. They carried him roughly through the building and out a door into what appeared to be a garage, or small warehouse Hinata didn't even attempt to squirm, knowing full well that only pain would come of it. They opened up what appeared to be a small shipping container, and tossed him in. Pain erupted through his body again as he hit and rolled against the metal encasement. "Bastards…" He breathed, looking back at them. Suddenly his heart started pounding, as he saw them closing the door on the container. He started screaming, half dragging his body to the entrance as the darkness began to close in around him. Fear gripped at him painfully as he shrieked in terror. He didn't want to be enclosed in a small dark space again, please, anything but that. He'd be good, he'd do whatever they asked, just please… not… that. The door slammed shut, and past the small man's echoing screams he could hear a large chain and lock clink into place. He made it to the door and began clawing at it, screaming and sobbing until his voice stopped working, and his tears ran out. His fingers bled and his nails broke as he tried to dig his way through the metal door. Darkness embraced him as he hyperventilated in the small space, wishing to whatever god was listening that Kageyama was there to cradle him during his panic attack just as he had for the raven haired man.

It didn't take long for him to fall unconscious, and every time he woke up, surrounded by darkness, and echoing metal he'd panic again, and pass out.

"Ka..kage….ya...ma…" A raspy voice breathed between attacks before again he slipped away.

A/N: I am so pumped to announce that I will be attending Vancouver (Canada) Fanexpo in November dressed as our darling Kageyama! Just ordered the wig yesterday, had to share because I am THAT PUMPED!

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