Slight Recap because I realize how confusing this timeline is,
Hinata had been raped before going to Karasuno High. This takes place after the showdown with Kageyama in Junior High. The Present takes place after the Aoba Johsai match, which they lost, and they are training for their next match following cannon. The story snippets with DAY ONE, DAY TWO ect reflects when Hinata was in captivity. I'll start marking their current situation with the title Present. And it goes without saying
The Sun- Hinata
The Moon- Tsukishima
Current chapter takes place after Hinata finds out that his captor is staying with them at his home.
Chapter 6 - A Plea For Normalcy
Present
The Moon
The day began as it usually did. Bespectacled and still half asleep, Tsukishima have developed a slight ritual to his mornings so as to avoid clashing with the other residents of the household -for bathroom use, hallway crossings and the like- Efficiency, something he sought constantly and wished that the entire world did the same. His mother called at precisely 7.15 for them to come down. Tsukishima inspected himself once more on a single standing mirror, picked up his bag from his desk and headed downstairs. Another day.
Hinata was certainly less chipper than he was the day before. In fact he seemed absolutely fitful. Glancing for the corner of his eyes, Tsukishima could see that Hinata's eyes were bloodshot and his face was pale. Tsukishima hummed to himself. He's been paying a lot of attention to the fiery-haired boy the past few weeks (though he would never admit that out loud), but this probably warranted actual concern.
Classmates gave him second glances and some even stopped Hinata to ask if he was feeling alright. It was a testament to Hinata's usual demeanor that even the likes of Himawari, who was socially inept most of the time, could notice this shift in attitude. This worry, Tsukishima noticed, was easily remedied though, with a simple,
"I'm fine, really." Alongside a pathetic excuse for a smile from the short boy.
"You okay, Tsukki?" Yamaguchi said, bringing Tsukishima out of his reverie. He nods, a bit annoyed at himself for getting distracted so easily.
"The little midget, he's less annoying than usual." Tsukishima comments.
"Yeah," Yamaguchi replies, his eyebrows furrowed. "I asked what was wrong this morning, but he said he was fine. I hope he is."
Tsukishima shrugs like he couldn't care either way.
During practice, Tsukishima finds himself a few steps away from Kageyama and Hinata. On a usual day, their banter could drive Tsukishima up a wall. He had once had the misfortune of overhearing them discuss the merits of rice balls -which went on for 20 minutes straight.
This time however, Hinata, the usual conversation starter- was quiet. Given his mood the entire day, Tsukishima is not surprised. Neither, Tsukishima assumes, should the King be. From the corner of Tsukishima's eyes, he could see how Kageyama kept flitting worried looks when he thought Hinata wasn't looking. Hinata looked tired even before training began, which Tsukishima thought impossible for someone who almost never ran out of energy, especially towards anything volleyball-related. Kageyama seemed to have picked up on this because he was not assaulting Hinata for his poor performance as he normally would. Hinata's form was all over the place. He kept receiving Kageyama's passes awkwardly, and thus the ball kept flying everywhere except towards Kageyama.
He mumbled more 'Sorry's and "I'll get that," than he had on the first day of practice, when the first years were still fighting on different sides of the net.
"Hinata, I think we should stop." Kageyama said as Hinata went jogging after another wayward ball. This had an almost a freezing effect on everyone on the court. Everyone turned to stare at the golden-duo. Hinata, above all else, was gripping the ball tightly, his eyes downcast.
"I'm fine." The shorter boy forced out.
"You're not." Kageyama retorts. "If-" He catches himself, seeming to realize he had an audience, and cleared his throat before continuing. "If you need to take a break, I could wait."
On any other day, everyone probably would've lined up to tease Kageyama, call him names his own mother would be embarrassed to hear. Hinata would probably be first in line. Today however, Hinata, and everyone else, remained silent. Tsukishima wonders if anyone else could see the slight tremors on Hinata's shoulder, showing just how hard he was gripping the volleyball. As if it was a life line.
"I'm fine." Hinata says again, with more force this time.
"You're not. Anyone in this court can see that." Kageyama says, slowly approaching Hinata. "Just, what's wrong?"
Tsukishima mentally face palmed himself. Hinata had been dodging that question the entire morning, this probably warranted more privacy than the entire Karasuno Male's Volleyball team. Kageyama doesn't seem to care and just brazenly continues his line of questioning.
"Is it something to do with school? Is someone bullying you or something? Or maybe problems at home?" Hinata pales instantly at his, turns to look at Kageyama violently.
"I said I'm fine, Bakageyama!" He pushes the volleyball into Kageyama's hands. "I'm just- off my game for a bit." He said, head bowed and looking straight at the floor. Kageyama opens his mouth to say something, rethinks it and whispers.
"Then what am I supposed to do?"
Hinata doesn't reply. It was also obvious that the seniors weren't paying attention to their own practice, each of them waiting for someone to go up to Hinata to give council or something similar. After an intense moment of silence, Daichi-senpai thankfully intervened.
He goes up to Hinata, puts his hands on his left shoulder. "Why don't you take a break for today Hinata." He gave Hinata a reassuring squeeze. "We'll be right here whenever you're ready."
Hinata nods jerkily and runs out the door.
The day continues with each of the members trying to get into the thick of their practice, but finding Hinata's absence more noticeable with each passing minute. Tsukishima half expected the king to be sulking but he just seemed confused and slightly at a loss for words. Sugawara tells him not to worry about it so much.
Maybe Hinata was just going through something.
Kageyama nods and continues training, but his eyes are a bit unfocused.
Day Five
The days mean nothing to the boy. He realizes that the food the man provides for him must be laced with something, given the fact that he feels either numb, disoriented or at one point, crazed under a haze of lust. He experiences pain he never knew existed, and pleasure that leaves him feeling cold and dirty afterwards. Sometimes the older man would shush him, his finger on his lips, and either Hinata stopped screaming or would find a rag thrust unforgivingly into his mouth.
Sometimes he wanted the boy to scream.
The artificial light overhead continues to shine, blurring the concept of time altogether. Hours pass by without him noticing. At some point he was dragged upstairs, fully conscious to be cleaned and was given permission to use the toilet, which was nice.
The boy was complacent most of the time, though this could be attributed to the drugs. The man wasn't precisely sure of the dosage, but the result was satisfactory. He was humming to himself, absolutely thrilled with his recent purchase. Of course it had to be under an alias, but it was worth it.
He adjusted the lens, and called the boy.
"Give me a smile, Shoyo."
He received a distant stare from the corner of the basement. The man smiled.
Present
The Sun
He remembers walking aimlessly. Unwilling to go home until it is late enough that he thinks everyone is asleep. He texted his mother saying training ran a bit late, and he was jogging home. His mother replied to him to stay safe. He flipped his phone shut and continued pacing.
Memories of the night before flits through his mind. Standing across the man who he had made himself believe was nothing more than a bogeyman from his deepest nightmares. Never in his wildest imagination did he ever expect to encounter him again.
It made his stomach sick to remember his mother's smiling face as she introduced her adopted brother. She sounded proud. The man smiled at her and at him, and Hinata felt frozen in space. Then he ran out the door. He knew his mother shouted after him. Maybe she apologized afterwards for her son's behavior. Maybe she would make Hinata apologize to his uncle too.
He feels like throwing up again, but contained it.
It never happened to you. It happened to Him. And He's gone. He doesn't exist anymore.
Hinata tried breathing normally but it was hard.
When he arrived home it must've been late because the lights were out.
When he entered his home, it felt different, alien to him. Almost like he was intruding at another person's home. Which felt ridiculous because the décor was still the same; the painted walls and the squeaky floorboards. He walked silently past the living room. Then he feels the hairs on his neck rise as a voice spoke.
"It's been awhile hasn't it." He opened his mouth to scream, but not a sound came. The man stood and walked towards him, a towering figure made of countless nights of nightmares, of sweat drenched dreams and silent screams. The boy jerks back before running to his room, his breathing hard, his legs leaving heavy thuds across the floor. He slammed the door closed and shivered behind the door.
Stop
Make it Stop
He could hear himself breathing harshly, drowning out everything around him. He was going to faint- Then he heard something from across the hall. A door swung open and
"Sho-chan?" Blearily, his little sister spoke to the night. "Uncle?"
An invisible force tugged at Hinata, his hands finding the doorknob and pulling the door open while he was still on his knees.
Illuminated by the light from downstairs, Hinata saw the two figures, so mismatched in their height and in everything else. Hinata couldn't breathe.
The man turned towards him, lifted his hand and placed his finger on his lips. Hinata froze. He recognize that. He did it every time before he-
"Let me in Hinata. Or I'll put your sister to bed."
Recognizing the threat as it was, Hinata shivered and did as he was told. If he were to recall the next morning, he'd say he didn't move, not really. It was like watching his hands push himself up to stand, watching himself tuck Natsu to bed, watching himself being led back to his room. The man radiated a sort of heat that made Hinata's stomach turn as he was nearly shoved into the room.
The door shut with a click.
A/N: Again, I'm so sorry for not updating for almost an entire year. I recently moved (if anyone cares to know) and packing and unpacking takes a lot of physical and mental energy. I completely forgot about this until one morning when I was going through my laptop and found this Haikyuu folder. Suffice to say I cursed like a sailor.
I've plotted the story so far and I hope to complete the story before the end of this year (if that is even possible) because I start uni next year. So far I've plotted 25 chapters with an epilogue, so if you guys would stick around with this poor excuse of a fanfic writer, I'll try to make it worth your while.
XOXO
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