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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Hinata_Shouyou/Other(s), Hinata_Shouyou/Tsukishima_Kei
  Character:
      Kuroo_Tetsurou, Hinata_Shouyou, Karasuno_Volleyball_Club, Original
      Characters, Tsukishima_Kei, Kozume_Kenma
  Additional Tags:
      Original_characters_for_the_story_to_progress, But_not_my_kids_at_all
      they're_bad_people, im_really_sorry, Prostitution, Abuse, Non-Consensual
      Drug_Use, Anxiety, Angst, Post-Traumatic_Stress_Disorder_-_PTSD, More
      tags_to_be_added_as_things_go_on, Slow_Build, Romance_isn't_the_main
      theme_in_here, And_it_comes_after_a_long_long_wait, sorry_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-16 Updated: 2017-03-20 Chapters: 6/? Words: 6980
****** It hurts ******
by AnxietyPrince
Summary
     Hinata's going through something and as much as he needs help he's
     wary of it. All he knows is that he wants to play volleyball, and it
     hurts.
Notes
     OKAY. SO. MASSIVE TRIGGER WARNING. not in this chapter exactly, but
     in General. This is mostly written for myself to help me get some
     shit out because talking to people is not my fortè. It's unedited and
     messy and I'm really sorry!! Please don't hate me, it's my first fic,
     and characters may be ooc or well. It's just on the spot decisions
     for mass angstto release real life angst, sorry.
***** It doesn't hurt that much *****
Hinata wasn't paying attention to the practice game, as much as he would deny
it. He should be focused looking only at the ball and trying to spike too
often. He should be, yet he was just standing in front of the net, looking at
the ground with sad eyes. Having already called out to him 4 times only for him
to snap out of it for a couple of minutes before falling back into his stupor,
he was subbed out, suga immediately approaching him with worry. Kageyama and
Noya were eyeing their teammate as he hadn't been like this before, admittedly
the previous week he'd been absent due to being sick, so this was the first
time they'd seen their friend in a while. Even on the other side of the net,
the visiting school Nekoma, was put off by the lack of energy from the small
ginger. Brushing off his senpai telling him he was fine, Hinata slid down the
wall into a sitting position, pulling out his phone to text someone. He barely
managed to finish his message and send it before Ukai caught him and he got
yelled at for having his mobile out during a match.
The match had finally ended, and Kenma was planning to make his way to his
friend before returning to Tokyo, but his phones beeping notice light caught
his attention. Opening his screen and seeing the message from his friend, Kenma
opened Hinata's message and speed read through it, ignoring his childhood
friend trying to talk to him. "Wasn't shrimpy being weird oncourt today?
Usually he's all over the place and even before and after the game he's usually
loud too." Kuroo had addressed Kenma looking at him for an answer, only to
notic kenma was suddenly walking away from him, gripping his phone in a hand
and seeming as though he were glaring at the ginger on the other side of the
court room, making his way to him. Kuroo simply dismissed it as kenma going to
talk to the other boy but was startled when he reached Hinata and full on
elbowed him in the gut. Even more startling was when the younger boy actually
began to collapse due to the hit, as kuroo himself had been hit many times by
Kenma and knew while it stung, it didn't have much power behind it, and it
definitely couldn't make someone unable to stand, yet there was Hinata,
suddenly leaning on Kenma, breathing harshly and looking unstable. The Karasuno
team had jumped into defense no one really understanding what or why kenma did
what he did. Sugawara and diachi were about to demand answers when an extremely
pale and shaking Hinata had dismissed it all "ah- sorry, I deserved that, don't
worry about it!" But that was followed by a light tap on the back of his head
and kenma was angrily muttering " no you didn't, idiot, learn how to stick up
for yourself." Hinata and kenma both shared a glance and had decided to chat
away from the group, leaving many confused, tsukkishima scoffed and turned to
the changing rooms, Yamaguchi close behind in a conversation with sugawara and
kageyama about the match. Though all of them glanced back at the place they'd
last seen their short friend, worried about him.
Hinata had let out a forced laugh after being successfully dragged from the gym
and from the others. "Haha- ah, sorry about that. It's selfish of me - isn't
it? Sorry" a dark shadow covered his eyes, though not hiding the bags or the
too-pale complexion. Kenma wanted to hit him again for being dumb. " it's not
selfish you idiot. Are you okay? I didn't hit you very hard, yet you started
bleeding again, didn't you?" Hinata couldn't look his friend in the eyes.
Throughout his week away from school he'd stopped talking to everyone except
for kenma. Too afraid to talk to anyone else he'd told him about the shitty
situation he'd found himself in. He'd let go of kenma when they'd first started
to leave the gym, but once again he reached out for him, pulling the older boy
into a hug and crying into kenmas shoulder. He didn't know what to do. It was
true, the hit to his stomach had opened up a poorly bandaged wound and now
blood was freely flowing down his stomach, likely staining both of their
practice jerseys. He kept apologizing, qnd kenma didn't know what to say so he
just held on tightly and let him cry, soon finding himself also on the verge of
tears. Everything was so shitty and neither of them knew what to do. The truth
was that hinata wasn't only injured from a long messy cut on his stomach, he
was littered with them, bruises and cuts varied in size and degree, and they
were scattered all over his body. He was hurt and in pain, yet he refused to
tell anyone but kenma, and had made kenma promise to keep his secret as well.
Soon they heard kuroo shouting from a distance for kenma, telling him it was
about time to go. Kenma had quickly wiped away his tears and attempted to move
away, yet hinata was slow to let go. Looking down at himself had verified that
hinata was indeed bleeding a lot, and it had spread to his shirt. Peeling it
off and putting it down next to hinata's feet, who was now trying to blink away
the tears to look at him and failing, kenma jogged over to his childood friend
who was waiting by the gyms entrance on the other side of the building. Folding
his arms in front of himself trying to make it seem like being shirtless was
natural for him he ignored the piercing itching gazes of his friend and a few
people close enough to see him. "Sorry- kuroo, tell coach I can't go back yet.
I'll take a train back. Go on without me." Feeling the stares scrathing at him,
kenma lowerd his hands trying to cover his body. He wasn't proud of his body
and would normally never show it unless put in a situation, he wasn't
overweight, but he also wasn't skinny and he was self continous about it. Kuroo
nodded at him, and kenma was about to turn to go back to shouyou, when kuroo
called out to their coach "sorry, kenma and i have something to deal with here,
go on without us, I'll make sure we get back." The coach raised an eyebrow but
nodded and kuroo turned to see a frozen kenma. "Kuroo what are you doing?"
Kenma accused staring at kuroo as his tall friend just shrugged and took off
his jersey jacket and placed it on his friend. Kenma was grateful for the
cover, but wary about bringing his childhood friend near Hinata, he'd have to
explain the whole thing to him, and he didn't know if shouyou would be okay
with that. Motioning for kuroo to stay there for a bit he fled around the
corners to hinata, who was now sitting on the ground staring at nothing.
"Hinata, would it be okay if I told -" hinata began shaking his head and
shivering, he didn't want anyone to know he was too scared "-hey, I know, but I
can't get out of this one, it's just kuroo and I, I'm going to go get him and
we're going to help you home, okay? Then we can decide to tell him everything
or leave it. Kuroo will be curious, but he's not as much as an ass as I make
him out to be most times." A reluctant couple of minutes later, Kenma was
leading Kuroo to the small boy. " Don't ask questions, and don't be a jerk.
We'll explain later, just help me help him." Kuroo was shocked into silence,
swallowing the smart reply when he saw the other volleyball teams decoy. Kenma
told him to help take hinata ((and his jersey top)) to the front gate and wait
for him, and keep Hinata away from the others. Kuroo had nodded but sighed at
the hassle of hiding the neon haired boy from his teammates. He didn't know
what was going on, but he knew that it was serious so he followed his friends
directions as kenma went to gather shouyou's stuff and excuse them for leaving
early.
To say the karasuno team took it well is a blatant lie. Tanaka and noya had
begun to get angry immediately and began shouting kenma bring them to their
teammate and they wanted to know what was going on. Daichi and suga soon
shushed them and politely asked about the situation but Kenma just said that
shouyou was still very sick and wasn't ready to deal with lots of people right
now and that he was taking him home for today. Kageyama decided to chime in
asking why it was kenma taking him home instead of someone from hinatas team
annoying kenma at having to talk to so many people at once. "Troublesome" he'd
reached for both his and hinata's stuff and turned to leave. Ignoring the angry
calls of what sounded like tanaka. Asahi had been washing his face outside and
was walking back to the gym as kenma had marched past him. Looking after the
other volleyball player he turned to suga and in a soft voice asked, " Why is
Hinata wearing kuroo's jersey, and why was he being carried by said owner of
the jersey, this brought on an explosive reaction within the team, asahi more
and more confused and karasuno was slowly getting louder and louder with the
mutual worry for their small friend. Hinata had become precious to them all,
and he was special. He'd given the flock of crows hope and had completed their
team helping unite everyone. He'd been there to help with so many personal
dilemmas and always shining his sunshine with each smile and praise.
Hinata was having issues walking and kuroo had picked him up, carrying him to
the gates and waiting for kenma, a couple of people from other school
activities had walked by with curious look, and he met each one with a smirk to
match his height and they quickly fled intimidated. Kenma couldn't come soon
enough and when he finaly did, they set off blindly following hinata's weak
directions. It took longer than it should have, and without his bike, much
longer than it would have for shouyou, but they arrived at his home. His family
wasn't there, hadn't been for a good while. His mother and natsu had set off on
some all-female cruise the family had been gifted tickets to, and his father
had work elsewhere and no one would be back until the spring had settled into
summer. They had let themselves in and had let hinata lay on his bed when kuroo
finaly broke the tense silence with a request for answers. Kenma simply looked
to shouyou, who was now peeling of his shirt, facing them nodding to the first
aid kit kept in his drawer. Kuroos eyes bugged at the wounds lacing hinata's
torso. After cleaning up the slightly stilled blood, he asked kenma to help him
re-wrap his torso. And that's when they were shown his back. What looked like
whip markings scarred his back and after finaly taken care of his current
active injury he lay down again and closed his eyes. Kuroo was still shocked,
sitting on the floor, staring at the spot where shouyou was once sitting up,
his eyes wide. Kenma gave a sigh and opened his mouth but was cut off by hinata
in a quiet voice " you can't tell anyone. No one, promise me." Hinata stilled
for a moment, as if he could see the oldest boy in the room nodding his head,
"before you jump to conclusions, it's not as bad as it looks. It's not the
first time either, the scars are just really gross but they'll fade in a month
or two. I just wanted to get better at volleyball. That's all I've ever wanted
since middle school. Things just spiraled out of control." Hinata stopped to
take a breathe, jumbling his words as he strained to tell it without saying the
words. He starts again. "It doesn't hurt that much."
................ ((to be continued))..................
***** It hurts because *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The first time hinata had seen the little giant playing on that big screen had
been just before his first year of junior high. Days of begging his parents to
buy him a ball hed been for nothing as they had told him, they simply couldn't
afford it right now. He'd gotten frusterated and began going out, just to walk
around to get out all of his unspent energy.
Volleyball wasn't like basketball, there were hoops everywhere, balls left for
other kids to play with. But volleyball was an uncommon thing, held in gym
rooms and on specified courts. Yet he remembers the first time he'd come across
a volley net in a park. He'd found himself in the nicer part of the city, where
everyone had a car and the walls were made of glass, with yards for both ends
of a house and fully funded parks, parks with volleyball nets. There had been a
couple of older boys using it playing a couple of sets, and hinata had decided
to sit down and watch it, not drawing any specific attention to himself. Finaly
the older boys had ended there game when a couple had noticed him, calling him
over. "Aah - what a cute elementary kid, say, kid, what did you think of our
game? Pretty awesome right?? Nn-me too, I was pretty awesome, wasn't I?? It's
okay to admit your admiration!!" A bleached hair kid was boasting, looking up
and giving off an annoying and self confident laugh that was startled to a stop
when Hinata had started shaking his head with a passion, letting the age
comment slide, and just admitting loudly " yeah!! You were awesome!! The way
you jumped, and then hit the ball past the people in front of you!! It looked
so cool!!" The older boy now blushing and rubbing his neck was suddenly hit in
the back of the head by an even taller person, the one who had stuck to the
back, defending their side of the court - " what are you doing terrorizing an
innocent kid , kiro?"
"haaah you're so mean!! I like him better than you!! He appreciates me!!" Kiro
had said, jumping away from the other and twirling behind hinata. Hinata wasn't
enrirely sure of what was going on, but it was fun, and he didn't want to go
home yet, so he just treid to keep up as much as he could. He wasn't aware of
when they had suddenly started walking, but he found himself between the two
boys walking towards what he believed mm to be kiro's home. Looking back on it
now, there should have been warning bells, a feeling, he should have been
smarter better prepared for something bad to happen. Though his first time in
the house, nothing bad happwned,. Instead he learned to trust the two boys.
Trust them when they had said they'd teach him to play volleyball, to jump
higher than anyone else, he believed them even after they asked him for
payment.
at first everything had been simple. Help kiro get off, in return he'd train
with hinata. Suck tamahiro and he'd help, and the training had results, Hinata
was getting better. But then tamahiro had oneday decided it wasn't enough. And
he'd been forced down onto the kitchen floor of kiro's house, kiro sitting on a
stool, watching with cool dark eyes as tamahiro held hinata down by the throat
and freely lubed his cock, and pummeled into a crying hinata. Cum burning
inside of hinata, he wasn't even reacting to the sexual touches. The same could
not be said for the third party who had decided to join in. Standing he
unzipped his school uniform pants and lazily pulling out his now throbbing
member. Tamahiro had laughed, "hope you don't mind sloppy seconds." And kiro
had just grinned wide and sleazy, using the remnants still dripping from
hinata's abused hole and helping himself to the sobbing mess of a boy. Hinata
didn't understand why it hurt so much or why they had done it, they were his
friends, his mentors, and what he hadn't realized yet but soon would was that
they had that day become his owners. They quickly evolved, fucking wasn't
enough and soon they'd found a release in a world of sadism and bondage. Hinata
was their owned pet, a slave to them as long as he held volleyball in a high
regard he put off the pain and the injuried bestilled on him. He wanted to get
better at volleyball, he needed to.
junior high had come to an end, and the older boys had gone off to college,
leaving Hinata to pick himself up and act like nothing happened, he played the
part well. He knew when to smile, when to jump, when to lie. He was happy, and
the scars were fading. He was finding his light again. And then a month ago
from now and suddenly kiro had shown up at his house. Hinata had never told him
where the young boy ,lived, yet there he sat, next to his sister and mother,
shaking his fathers hand, a decieving sly grin taped onto his face. Hinata had
frozen and been unable to move or speak, but his mother had noticed him in the
door way and called out to him. " Hinata!! You'll never guess who visited us!!
Aparently he's a friend of yours? Oh but he's so much older!! How did you
meet?!" " we met through volleyball. We used to play together for fun!" Kiro
supplied, bringing the attention back to him. Hair still bleached and taller,
he'd changed sparsley and looking at him made hinata remember.
"Imagine my surpise when my father informs me of someone who works for him
getting a promotion and it turns out to be my old buddy's father! I had to come
in person to deliver the news myself! " "and the company is so kind!! Giving a
promotion present as large as a 2 season cruise around the world!! Though it's
females only, sadly it seems as though hinata's going to be left alone!!
Luckily your friend here says he'll be taking care of you while we're gone,
it'll be so much fun hinata " his mother had beamed. Hinata couldn't breathe,
but he found himself smiling and nodding, agreeing with them. Letting them be
happy. Letting them have this, letting kiro have this and him. It had only been
last week when they had left, and he'd spent the week straight only with kiro.
Kiro bloodying him and dragging him back into the hell he'd thought he'd
escaped. Kiro had picked up new toys, new weapons for play time. Preffering the
nine tail whip and the shiny crystal knife that shone a rainbow when it hit the
light. They were expensive. They were painful.
after the first two days hinata had called kenma crying, and kenma had demanded
the story, and upon knowing how to treat some minor injuries he tried to guide
hinata through bandaging himself up and treating the wounds. It wasn't the best
job, but nothing got infected, so hinata figured he was fine. And then kiro had
come back and made more wounds, centuring them all to his torso and thighs,
once strangling him too hard and leaving a mark, but it had grown faint to a
shadow by today. Steeling himself for kuroo's reaction, he'd expected disgust.
He'd expected something, anything, other than the strong large hand coming and
softly landing on his head, Drawing him into a backwards hug. He wasn't aware
of when he'd started crying, but now hinata couldn't keep his sobs contained.
Clinging onto the taller and older volleyball player, he cried himself to
sleep, not letting go. Kenma had kept his eyes averted from either of them
while the story was being told and now that Hinata was unconscious he found
kuroo's eyes and held them in a steel will. " We can't tell anyone" kenma
wanted to. To alert the police, go to a hospital, get karasuno , get someone to
help. But they'd promised Hinata they wouldn't tell anyone. Kuroo grimaced but
nodded his head, for kenma and Hinata's sake. Whether he was going to keep true
to the words he was unsure yet.
They had to leave, it was getting dark, and they were unsure of whether they
could even get back to tokyo before the early morning, but they'd try, the ride
home spent in silence, kenma playing on his cell, and Kuroo looking at the
jumble of people accompanying them on the electric train, the night people. He
wondered what Kiro looks like. What the older boy would have expierenced in his
life to make him okay with allowing himself to torture someone so young,.
Chapter End Notes
     Aaaah sorry it took so long to actually write the second part because
     it was hard to write. But hey. It's at least down now. Sorry, the
     story isn't getting happier anytime soon. But it could get happier.
     Hopefully!! Thank you for everyone reading this and leaving kudos and
     comments and offering your help ((aaaah if only I were brave enough
     to actually have that type of constant contact and plus my writing is
     very slow I'm sorry)) it means a lot to me just to know that you're
     paying attention to what I have to say and thank you so much, sorry.
***** Masked pain is still painful *****
Hinata woke up alone and cold but the loneliness was short lived as he heard
the knocking from below at the house door. Groggy from sleep and forgetting the
time, he found himself softly stumbling to the door opening the large wooden
block. It seemed heavy in his hands and as it was opened, a hand crept around
the frame, pushing too fast, making the small ginger stumble back, waking him
up from his sleepy haze. Kiro smiled down at the cute little highschooler,
still rubbing sleep from his eyes. Kiro reached out to carress the younger,
wrapping Hinata in his arms. Hinata's breath caught in his throat and he didn't
dare take another slither of oxygen. Kiro was running a hand through Hinatas
hair, Then suddenly the soft petting turned into hard holding, gripping and
pulling hinata by his hair. "You think I wouldn't notice that you were with
someone?" Kiro's voice was cold and dead, whispering into the smallers ear as
he leaned down, Hinata could feel the twisted smile nuzzled into his neck. "Did
you ask them to help you? Did you call the cops and report me. Or was it a boy
friend? Did you beg him for his cock like you beg for mine?? Ask him to repair
you all soft and gentle, or did he take you like I do. Rough, fast, you like it
that way don't you, you dirty slut. You like me best don't you?" Hinata had
long since stopped listening to the things kiro would tell him. He's forgotten
whether he at one point cared about if it were true or not. It was too late to
help him out of this mess, it had only been a week but still somehow he'd
gotten deeper into this than he could dig himself out of.
Morning came and Kiro was slipping out of Hinata's bed. Picking up his clothing
from Hinata's floor. Digging in Hinata's bathroom until he came back to the bed
where the small broken boy sat, empty eyes following the college student. Kiro
peppered foundation along the bruises and shadows falling on the small figure.
"can't have someone ruining my fun quite yet. After all those tickets for your
mom and sister cost me more than you're worth, if I don't even get enough from
you to pay that much back what was the point of all of this." Kiro smiled,
softly caressing Hinata's cheek. "My small sunshine" Hinata's cheek was still
soft though thinner, Kiro hadn't noticed during the night, but now that
daylight was dancing on the naked boy he was noticing how thin the kid was as
though he hadn't eaten for days, kiro grunted but mentioned nothing. The beauty
belonged to him that's what mattered . If Kiro left out a couple of oranges on
the table, no one noticed. There was only hinata and kiro in the tiny house,
only them and their sins. Kiro kissed Hinata one last time, ignoring the way
Hinata flinched when he got close, ignoring the way hinata pursed his lips
together, ignoring the tears silently rolling down the gingers face. Kiro left
the house smiling, letting his fingertips lightly run along his lips where the
small sunshine had just been touching. Passing by older ladies who smiled and
whispered amongst themselves of young love and the attractive boy skipping down
the street happy as can be. Picturing him in a love story like those shown on
television.
Hinata hurt. The foundation only covered the bruises appearance, not their
pain. And somehow while getting ready Hinata had managed to somehow bump every
single bruise he could imagine.looking at the clock he knew he wouldn't make it
to school in time, but he had to try to get there eventually.He washed his
hair, carding his hands through the wet dulled down orange. Despite how much he
hated when Kiro would touch it, he just couldn't cut it or change it. He liked
his hair it reminded him of his mother, and natsu and without them here it was
what reminded him of the smaller fluffball that ran around and called him big
brother and screamed at him when he was too loud, and then got louder herself.
It reminded him he had to protect her from kiro and people like kiro. He would
be able to live with this if Kiro never touched his family. He remembers when
they had left, Kiro had been there, sending his mom and sister off. Kiro had
picked up natsu and swung her around, making her giggle and cry out for more
and higher. Kiro had reached up to pet het hair, but hinata had grabbed her
away from the older boy and held her tightly to his chest. Kiro had just smiled
and told natsu "you look so much like your older brother. When you grow up I'm
certain you're going to be beautiful" natsu had laughed at that and poked
shouyou telling him he was beautiful. The fake smile pinned to Hinata's face
was far more painful than a couple of bruises. He could deal with this pain.
After all, it didn't hurt that much.
snapping out of it, Hinata finaly finished buttoning his shirt and flew out of
the house suddenly unable to deal with being in there any longer. He thought
back to kuroo and kenma, to him clinging to the older boy he didn't even know
that well. He couldn't recognize what his life was becoming. He had slowly
walked up and down the hills, until finaly he caught sight of the highschool he
used to race to every morning, the place where he found refuge in. And now he
dreaded going back to it. Mindlessly thumbing the large cut he'd opened
yesterday, he calmly climbed the many hallways, waiting for a passing period so
that he could slip into his class with the least amount of attention. Easiy
when the bell sounded off, students faded into the hallway, trying to find
their friends before being resigned to another hour of learning. Some would
wave at Hinata, or shout his name while running past. Hinata wasn't popular but
he also wasn't disliked, over energet0ic for most of the class to handle one on
one, but occasionally his classmates and him would get to talking and he was
over all well liked, he stayed nuetral on most topics and didn't avidly seek
out fights. He was easy to get along with and easily fit into the classroom,
where the girls felt comfortable with him and the guys liked to have fun with
him. Yet today he felt like drawing into himself. Why had he even come to
school. He could take advantage of his parents absence and pull a delinquent
card. But he knew if he didn't come his grades would drop even further, and he
couldn't let that happen. A classmate walked over to him, telling him earlier
someone had been by asking for him, and asking him why he was late. He thanked
them quietly and ignored their question, weirding out his fellow classmate.
Quietly was not a word used to describe the passionate person they knew.
school was torture, somehow it slipped by slowly yet also sped too fast toward
practice. Somewhere during the second period he'd been present for, breathing
had become painful and he couldn't pay any attention to the lecture his teacher
was preaching. After his third present period, school was over and the chiming
had kids fleeing the prison room to their afterschool activities in flocks.
Hinata shuffled to the nearest bathroom. His body was sore, but he could
probably still jump. Maybe not as high, but he could always just say he was
still sick. Changing and ensuring the bandages were still okay, he prepared to
leave the stall when the door flung open and he recognized voices.
"Why do you always follow me to the rest room, what are you, a girl wanting to
herd together and gossip?" Despite the taunt being toward himself yamaguchi
chuckled and offered a sorry tsukki, even though both knew he didn't mean it.
"You're leaving early to practice with your brother today, right?" Tsukishima
nodded and grimaced a bit, remembering the over eager college student who
akiteru had riled up and had sworn he'd make Tsukishima cry the next time they
played. It wasn't likely in the least, but he was a handful that tsukishima
didn't want to deal with. Finaly they washed their hands and went their way and
Hinata released a breathe proceeding out of his stall ready to practice.
However he was shocked to see at the school gyms entrance stood Kiro, smiling
and talking to a dirty blonde, who stood next to tsukishima. Guessing it was
tsukishima's brother, hinata slowly walked up to the three, curious and scared,
hoping Kiro hadn't said anything in front of Tsukishima about their situation.
Kiro noticed Hinata first and turned to him, smiling and grabbing him close. "
I had the day off and wanted to pick you up early so we could go home together!
" Hinata tried to hide the flinch, and the pain of Kiro's too tight grip,
holding onto his hand and squeezing like a threat. But tsukishima's calculating
eyes never left the smaller boy and confusion had settled behind his cold
features.
~ to be continued ~
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     I'M SO SORRY I KNOW I'M LAAAATE BY LIKE A YEAR. tbh this has been
     written for a while I just don't know if I'm going to continue this
     or not, I have the next bit started but it's starting to hit too
     close to home for me and I don't know if I'm ready to tread in mud
     yet.
Hinata’s breathing was a small trickle, he’d given up struggling and had given
into the impending pain, Kiro’s hands hard at work on his small neck. Kiro was
smiling, he was happy, he was okay. He repeated these words, his grip pulsing
with them, finally he released the small boy, allowing him to collapse on the
ground, sucking in air despite knowing it would only make him light headed. “
I’m sorry.” He had nothing to be sorry for, it wasn’t Hinata’s fault that his
teammate was the brother to someone who could jeopardize all of what Kiro had
been doing with Hinata. “ I love you, so much, we’re never going to be apart. I
love you. You love me too, don’t you. Tell me you love me too.” Kiro had sunk
down to the ground head in his hands, crouching beside Hinata, Hinata
hesitantly reached up to hold the hand grasping at Kiro’s own face. Kiro froze
on the impact, quickly taking the small hand in his own and bringing it to his
cheek for a second. A second and a moment of peace, until rage took over again,
and kiro was flipping over hinata, holding his hand behind his back, pressing
down on it so that the muscles stressed. Reaching down Kiro nuzzled into
hinata’s hair. “ this is your fault. Your fault. For being so beautiful. It’s
disgusting how many people give you their attention. You whore, you dirty
little slut. I’m never going to let you go, you are mine. Even after your
family gets back, even after you graduate high school, you are and will always
be mine.”
Tsukishima was put off by the older boy holding onto hinata, Akiteru was
clearly unhappy with seeing him again, and something had clicked for his older
brother when he’d seen hinata. Tsukishima hadn’t brought up the run-in on the
drive over to the college practice, and had left the thoughts of it to focus on
the college volleyball players, but now that practice was done and he had
nothing left to focus on, he couldn’t help but be drawn back into the curiosity
of Hinata’s recent weird activity and the new male in the ball of sunshines
life. So he got up to ask his brother, but ended up just standing in front of
his brothers room, eavesdropping on his call ‘ You don’t think he could have
still kept that kid around all this time right? But I’m so sure it’s the same
kid as back then, apparently his name is Hinata shouyou, yeah he’s on my
brothers high school volleyball team. Would you please look into it? Sorry
about all if this, I’m just worried for the kid, if they have been together for
all of this time then it’s amazing that kid isn’t dead yet, but knowing kiro he
won’t be able hold back on him. You remember him, right? Not the bloody
version, but the times when he would bounce around with us in the very
beginning. Yeah, well he looks too similar to not be him. No - sorry, it’s just
I feel so bad for what we all did back then, I feel like I owe him this, hell
more than this, but I want to do what I can. Thank’s for this. ‘ and with that
his brother hung up leaving Tsukishima very confused. Who was his brother
talking to, and how had he known Hinata before tsukishima had met him. Hinata
was a good amount of years younger, hell he was even a year younger than
tsukishima. So he did what he usually did when he was confused, be moody in his
room, blasting music, and texting yamaguchi. Confusion settled deep inside of
him, making him uneasy, which confused him. He didn’t care about what happened
to Hinata he didn’t like him, he was noisy and annoying, he always pestered
Tsukishima to help him with homework, then didn't even do a good job on the
homework. Tsukishima didn’t like Hinata, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t worried
about him even so.
Time was passing too slowly for Hinata, every breathe he took was a familiar
soreness and the arm wound around him was a bomb ticking till Kiro would wake
up. He knew he would be late for school. He knew he would get in trouble. He
knew all of this yet knowledge does not trump fear. At long last the hand was
removed and his captor flipped over to sleep facing away from the sunshine boy.
Taking a quiet breathe, Hinata limped off the bed.
***** Not a chapter lolololololololololololololololol *****
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     Do ya'll want more or nah??
Do ya'll want more of this fic or nah?? Tbh I could bring myself to write more
but idk if anyone would even want that anymore - I am going to work on other
fits tho - maybe something less - ya know - but idk yet. Let me know if you'd
be into more of anything or other???
***** so I heard y'all wanted some more *****
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     GUESS WHOS BACK BACK BACK SHADY IS BACK BACK BACK ((or is it the
     boys?? idk pop culture anymore??? )) but yeah, updates will still be
     slow af, but yooo im back and like. updating, which is a bit
     unexpected??
Tsukishima could not stop sending odd looks at his older brother as he and some
classmate of his, who tsukishima could vaguely recognize from when his brother
went to karasuno, made their way to his school. Despite them having college
classes the duo had accompanied tsuki to his school and lingered by the front
school gates. Keeping an eye on them after sitting in his spot near the window,
class began and ended and the next came along, all with the two college
students lingering about their gates. Right when he was sure security would
approach or someone would question the older boys he noticed them stirring and
then a familiar orange-haired classmate waddling awkwardly to the school gates.
Unnease rose in his stomach as He saw his brother and friend suddenly start to
talk to Hinata and walk away from school as if something far more important was
happening, He watched as his brother offered his arm to hinata and helped him
along the road until the gate blocked his view of the - now - trio.
Hinata had been late, very very late, but his bike had been just too painful.
And then he saw Tsukishima’s older brother and some other guy around that age
lounging about the entrance. Getting closer to the gates, they had suddenly
approached him, tsuki’s brother offering his hand, “ Hi, Hinata-san, am I
correct? “ With a subtle nod and a lack of movement he continued, “ I’m Akiteru
Tsukishima, and this is my friend Beru. We wanted to talk to you if it’s okay -
“ he interrupted Akiteru because in his opinion, it was not in fact okay , “
sorry but I have school right now and I am already really late right now.” and
began his wobbling towards Karasuno. “ It”s about Kiro. We know.” Beru had
barked it out and Hinata could feel time freeze. - They know they know they
know T H E Y K N O W - Akiteru reached out as if he was afraid shouyou would
collapse. “ Well we knew about him and you from before. We knew you from the
volleyball club way back when” A much slower nod and Hinata secured himself on
Akiteru’s arm and mentioned a private cafe they could talk. Making their way
away from school,
Hinata had been late, very very late, but his bike had been just too painful.
And then he’d seen Tsukishima’s older brother and some other guy who looked
about college age lounging about the entrance. Getting closer to the gates,
they had suddenly approached him, tsuki’s brother offering his hand, “ Hi,
Hinata, am I correct? “ With a subtle nod and a lack of movement he continued,
“ I’m Akiteru Tsukishima, and this is my friend somi. We wanted to talk to you
if it’s okay - “ he interrupted Akiteru because in his opinion, it was not in
fact okay , “ sorry but I have school right now and I am already really late.”
and began his wobbling towards Karasuno. “ It”s about Kiro. We know.” Beru had
barked it out and Hinata could feel time freeze. - They know they know they
know T H E Y K N O W - Akiteru reached out as if he was afraid shouyou would
collapse. “ Well we knew about him and you from before. We knew you from the
volleyball club way back when” A much slower nod and Hinata secured himself on
Akiteru’s arm and mentioned a private cafe they could talk. Making their way
away from school, Hinata was holding onto Akiteru as if his life depended on it
with an itch on his neck like someone was watching them, he’d just hoped it was
his imagination.
Settling down into the isolated park the three bois formed an uncomfortable
silence, waiting for the next to start this awkward conversation. With a deep
huff Hinata somehow wrestled the words through his trembling lips “ How much do
you know? About Kiro and I, I mean.” Akiteru bit his lips as he’d attempt to
get a sentence in line but Beru took no secrets, “ I remember you from when
we’d met at the park, you were in elementary school?” “ I was in middle
school!! I was just small” “sure - but kiro really took to you? I remember you
would occasionally show up to practice with us. Each time sticking more and
more closer to him and with each visit it looked like you didn't want to be
near him. And then you stopped coming all together, and he’d get possesive or
pissed off if anyone asked. Kiro would always try to talk sex with the team but
nobody wanted to hear about his latest fling but i remember this one time, he
had pictures he’d shown some of us. I’m not sure, but i’m pretty sure it was
you, and the stuff in those pictures were really bad. You looked so thin, and
were beat up as hell not to mention you were covered in -” Akiteru cleared his
throat to show his old friend a stopping place as hinata had lost eye contact a
while ago and was now staring at the wood chips below him, watery eyes fighting
his stability. “ He took pictures?” a sobering whisper that squeaked out
sliding a few droplets with it. “He showed people. Pictures.” this time a
statement more so than a question. Aki took the lull in conversation to bring
up his foremost worry “Are you, you know, still with him? I know he was with
you recently and just- I don’t know if he’s changed but if he hasn’t you know
you don’t have to stay with him right? There are ways to keep him away, you
could get a restraining orders. Talk to your parents and i’m sure they’d want
to help you!” at the mention of his family, suddenly the tears were never
ending. Small hiccups embraced him as he thought about how much he wanted it to
stop, he wanted everything to stop. And just as he was about to reply to
Akiteru a strong shout resounded from the road where they’d come to the park.
“What on earth are you bullying my teammates for big brother?” Tsuki’s presence
almost lighten up with the sun beaming a light directly on the soft blonde hair
and the stern jaw set in a tight scowl. Ignoring the many questions surrounding
the four eye’s arrival Hinata allowed himself relief in it.
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