Karasufurai
Chapter 9: Koe
He can hear his teammates behind him, putting up a valiant struggle. Time and time again, they rise back up refusing to stay down.
This is exactly like a volleyball match, the crow absentmindedly muses as he soars away as fast as he can.
Thoughts and memories race through his head, threatening to disorient him, but Tsukishima has always been good at keeping his mind under control.
He misses his headphones, though.
Tsukishima wonders when his life took a turn for the worse.
Probably when the zombie outbreak happened, he thinks sardonically, vaguely remembering the movies Yamaguchi used to make him watch. Let's see. . . there was a zombie apocalypse. . . and the camp is filled with Non-Humans- robots, actually-. . .and I lost my memory when I got experimented on and trapped in a crow's body.
Tsukishima also wonders when he became the protagonist in the clash of sci-fi movies that was his life.
I knew I shouldn't have joined the Karasuno Volleyball Team. Everything weird always happens with them.
It doesn't take him long to locate the teams so-called "technology expert". The strange, quiet boy actually doesn't look all that different than he did before, discounting the lack of blonde in his hair.
Tsukishima swoops down and lands in front of Kenma, his wings unsettling the papers on the desk. The boy turns his sharp, analytical gaze on him, pondering for all but a second, before he gives an almost imperceptible nod.
Tsukishima could honestly care less about whatever Kenma is thinking, and (thankfully) unlike his orange-haired friend, the former setter obviously has no desire to tell him. Instead, he stands, grabs what looks like a souped-up old cell phone, and presses a few things on it. Finally, he turns his gaze to the crow.
"Allies notified. You may return."
Tsukishima is slightly surprised to hear Kenma's voice sound like it does. Sure, he hadn't talked much before, but he is fairly sure it had never sounded like this.
It hadn't sounded weak.
Hadn't sounded raspy.
Hadn't sounded crackly.
Kenma's voice, quite simply, sounded like he had been tortured viciously.
The crow took note of this silently.
Then he flew off without looking back.