My king
Stands from his throne
Begins to step down
To answer the silent voice calling to him
It keeps him awake at night. No one has ever refused him anything.
The next week, he stops going to the tavern.
He buries himself into politics and intrigue. Proposals from other kingdom decline, taxes rise, attacks become frequent, one by one, his followers abandon him.
Kageyama shuts everything out. Doesn't hear the rising whisper of rebellion, the hatred for the King who was always a tyrant, who managed to become more of a tyrant.
He shuts out the longing for fiery golden eyes and equally fiery hair, for carefree days of racing around town and incredibly bright smiles, small hands intertwined with his own.
He's not worthy to hold Shoyou's hands with what he had stained with the blood of those who rebelled against him, that gave the order with one flick of a wrist to burn the fiery haired boy's village to the ground.
In the town, Yamaguchi feels Hinata become impossibly quieter then he already is. Doesn't feel the pounding of footsteps that Hinata makes when he races about.
One day, he finds the fiery haired boy who has become something like a brother to him and feels the wetness of his cheeks and the heaving of his chest.
He only wishes he could reassure Hinata that his Tobi would come back.
Is it because I refused to kiss him?
Hinata thinks as he lies in bed alone, the blind boy who he shared it with having gone next door to be with his blond lover.
Hinata thought he knew the boy who was Tobi Yama. Tall, dark haired with his incredible blue eyes and somewhat naturally scowling face, incredibly awkward but sweet.
But at the same time, he didn't know Tobi Yama. Years of silently listening to others talk confirmed there wasn't something quite right about the way the black haired boy stumbled over his words when he told Hinata about his family, or where he was from or about his job. He had something to hide.
Never love someone you do not trust.
Hinata's mother had told him after his father left them.
Did Tobi not love him enough to trust him?
Did Tobi even love him?
Hinata's breath catches in his throat as that thought passes through. He knew that Tobi deserved better than him. Deserved better then a small scarred voiceless boy with too bright hair and eyes.
Tobi had always struck him as the type of person who expected nothing less then perfection from anything he gave importance too. The way he carried himself, the look in his dark blue eyes when he directed Hinata in their games, everything about him seem to demand something.
It scared Hinata sometimes.
Was it too much to ask for Tobi, even just once, look at him like Tsukishima looked at Yamaguchi? Sometimes Hinata wished he was the blind one so he didn't have to catch the tenderness in the usually harsh blond's eyes whenever he gazed into his freckled lover's sightless ones.
Still he can't help but wonder what it would have felt like if he let Tobi kiss him. Biting his own chapped lips and wondering how Tobi's soft looking ones would feel against it.
Never love someone you do not trust.
Hinata didn't let Tobi kiss him for that very reason. He couldn't love someone who had something to hide from him. He couldn't love someone who didn't trust him, who didn't love him.
Tobi didn't trust him so why would he love him...
Hinata couldn't...wasn't supposed to love someone who didn't trust him, didn't love him.
That didn't mean that Hinata didn't.
One day Yamaguchi comes home, milky dull eyes puffy and red, face pale. Tsukishima just disappeared with no trace.
That night, two broken hearted boys just hold each other and cry.
The assassin came by the night, when the moon was not visible in the sky. Kageyama leapt from his bed as long arms grabbed him, a brief scuffle ensuing, a silent struggle for life.
Kageyama wins by his combat skills, sharpened since he learned to walk. He wasn't the most brilliant fighter in the kingdom for nothing. The assassin goes slack under his vice grip, a mocking snicker shaking his body as Kageyama disarms him of his weapons.
Guards rush in to see their king pinning a man, no an unusually tall boy to the floor.
One of them approaches with a candle for light in the moonless night.
And Kageyama stares into the mockingly calm face of someone he knew from his visits to the library and his frequenting at the tavern, someone he has spoken to both as King Tobio Kageyama and Tobi Yama.
Dark blue eyes bore into the honey brown eyes of the one Tsukishima Kei.
My king
The masses will topple your throne
Lay waste to your crown
Leaving you fallen to the ground
