Instead of making another oneshot on a zombie apocalypse and all, I decided to generate a plot which I don't deem . . . Overused. To everyone who wwwuuuvs zombies, pardon me. This is ummm KageHina for now. This isn't suited for DaiSuga at all, not even AsaNoya so . . .
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"Kageyama, if you keep on running late for class and all, I will be forced to contact your parents overseas." The coach spoke calmly, in a manner that didn't threaten you but still held pressure. Keishin sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest, observing the first year.
"You didn't come to volleyball practice yesterday, either. I've been hearing of rumors about you being so depressed you decided to quit the club. I won't question anything else, but I do hope you'll resolve whatever inner conflict you're having at the moment."
"Yes, coach. Thank you for your concern." Kageyama bowed low, receiving a breath of disapproval from the older individual.
"Stop saying it as if it's normally none of my business. Of course I'd be concerned. You aren't being yourself as of late. Even the densest of people started seeing it." He passed by the student, patting his back in the process. "I'm counting on you. It's your own life."
As he disappeared into the shop, the blue - eyed male straightened himself up, though he didn't raise his head. He simply gripped the handle of the grocery bag tighter and started to walk away. Coming here on a Saturday morning and having a little chat with the coach was quite refreshing, as he had been surrounded by innumerable troubles these past few days.
Tobio took the curve and started heading back to his own house, neck bent and eyes trained on the ground. He couldn't help but think about what the coach had just told him, and that he wanted to tell him so badly about his current ordeal, but he doubted someone would even believe him.
It wasn't as if he didn't trust the coach that much so as to think he wouldn't comply with a tale simply abnormal. It was just that . . . It was very abnormal for the good of everyone and everything. At the time it had started, he didn't really to believe it either, but as the troubles stuck to him like glue, he eventually came to accept what is there.
Suddenly, he heard a scream come from a child, followed by loud wailing. Immediately, he started sprinting as fast as he could towards the source of sound. Upon arriving, he witnessed a scene in the park which wasn't normal either.
A boy was on the ground, neck cracked and skull split open just under a large tree. Blood started pooling under him as a lady who seemed to be his mother started running towards the spot in a panick. He seemed to be about seven years of age, a female companion crying beside him. Maybe that was where the scream came from. Even for him, this was much too grotesque of a scene.
As the realization dawned upon him, he decided to use his abilities for now, like how he always would do. He checked the time on his phone and frowned. He could make it. Surely. Closing his eyelids, he felt himself getting sucked into some kind of wormhole, but it was much milder of a feeling. In a moment, he now felt whole and he opened his eyes.
There, infront of him, was the park. A few feet away was the same girl and the seven - year - old boy trying to get to the top of a tall tree. Suddenly, he lost footing, and he started to flail his arms around in a panic and in attempts to regain balance. Following his instincts, Kageyama discarded of the grocery bag on the sidewalk and dashed towards the falling boy.
He held his arms out, deciding to catch the kid to atleast soften his fall. He wouldn't want to see the same open skull and weeping child he would have witnessed 30 seconds later.
As the weight pressed down on his arms, he felt himself land on the hard ground. Silence overtook the three of them, and the boy suddenly started crying. Maybe the shock of the moment got to him, but his mother didn't read the situation all too well. And Kageyama's scary face did nothing to help at all.
As the lady snatched the boy from the highschooler, she started to hug him close to herself as the young girl hid behind her skirt. "What are you doing to my son?" She asked, quite panicked just the same, but more so on the angry side.
"Um, he was about to fall off the tree--"
"How come? My son never climbs trees!"
"Yes, but - but thirty seconds later, he--"
"Enough of this nonsense!" She turned to the girl which was now supposed to be her daughter. "Tell me, what really happened?"
Kageyama was praying for the best, but then his hopes were shattered as the little girl suddenly started to wail as loud as she had been doing so when the accident happened. Feeling the mother's stare intensifying, he quickly stood up and ran away from the scene as he muttered a rushed apology. The woman called after him, but as soon as he grabbed his groceries, he was nowhere to be seen. He's just that fast of a runner.
As he rushed away from the park and towards another, he felt his right elbow sting badly. Stopping to look, he remembered getting himself grazed as he catched the child from earlier. Sighing, he sat on one of the swings after putting his bag down. He looked up at the blue sky. It was cloudless, very much clear and bright.
The exact opposite of what he was feeling at the very moment.
Who would just go ahead and manage to fully comprehend if they were able to travel back in time? Though he had just been given a very short span of thirty seconds, it still was something. He never imagined that the day would come when he would have a superpower of some sort. He's had this for about two weeks now, and it's always the reason he's late for school every single day.
He looked back on the incidents such as the time he saw an old woman slipping on her way down the stairs of an apartment or the day he saw one of his classmates lose their lunch money when it fell into the open canal. They were all unfortunate accidents that he was able to prevent with the help of his ability . . . Though he never really got thanked in the end of any of the situations.
He always had to run and hide from the people when he performed an act of kindness, as thirty seconds just wouldn't give you enough time to do whatever is there to do in a way that wouldn't get you to end up in a misleading picture. As he held the chains tighter, he couldn't help but think that he was lame enough to only have two secrets despite everything happening around him.
One was the fact that he could travel through time, and the other one was that . . .
"Oh, Kageyama!"
He whipped his head around at the sound of a familiar voice ringing in his ears. There, he saw that one of a kind orange - colored hair swaying in the breeze created by the motion of the bicycle. Hinata halted the vehicle, jumping down and tying it to a stand somewhere in the corner of the park.
"Kageyama, what are you doing here?" Hinata inquired, that same innocent look in his eyes he never could get tired of. The short guy sat on the other swing and started to create a perpendicular motion as he pushed himself off the ground. The swing went higher by every second until he was playing on it like a child he really was.
"Dumbass, this isn't a place to be swinging yourself like that."
"But this is a park, you know?" He stopped, using his feet as brakes. "Really, you're the dumbass here." Shoyo exclaimed, then started laughing softly after Kageyama sighed in exhaustion.
"I swear, one of these days, exposure to sunlight is going to kill me." The setter thought, glancing at his spiker to the left. As quiet blew past them, the summer breeze started to smell of nostalgia. A morning like this also was when Kageyama started to realize that he truly wasn't such a normal guy. It was on a morning such as this one that he admitted to himself he liked Hinata Shoyo, that this short volleyball player was a unique one in his life.
That's right. His first secret was his being a time - jumper, and his second one was that Hinata was his special person. His very special person.
As he thought about this, the latter started to talk to him. "Hey, Kageyama."
"Hm?"
"Why would you . . . Decide to quit volleyball?"
As these words came out of the middle blocker's mouth in a disappointed tone, Tobio stood up abruptly and defended himself.
"I - I never told anyone that I quit the club! Those are just rumors, and I don't - I don't have any plans on quitting the volleyball team." He said, much too angrily that the small sun started to shrink away from him. Realizing he must have went overboard with his manner of speech, he calmed himself down and sat back on the swing once more.
"It's just . . . " he continued. "I've been very . . . uh . . . busy these days." He stuttered, thinking of a decent excuse which wouldn't seem too much of a lie.
"Is that so?" Shoyo's voice had such a sad tone to it that a pang of guilt started to puncture Kageyama in his mind. He was guilty about the fact that he was lying, but of course, no one would believe him if he told anyone about this. Not even Hinata. It was just that abnormal.
A wave of silence passed by the both of them before the squeaking of chains filled the air. Hinata was now up, and he was stretching his arms out wide. Kageyama looked at him for a while and smiled unconsciously, thinking to himself about what kind of reaction he might receive from this orange headed guy when he finds out about his first secret. He found it funny, the fact that he would probably be amazed and be all bouncy about it, but as soon as the image of him turning away crossed his mind, the curve in his lips turned upside-down.
Noticing the frown on his face, the decoy put his hands to his waist and looked down at the black-haired boy.
"Come on, Kageyama! Cheer up! Whatever's bothering you could never possibly be worse than Tsukishima, right?" He flattened his hair and did that silly imitation of Kageyama, which the latter found really annoying but much too cute at the same time. "Yes, dumbass." Shoyo stated in his best impression of Tobio's voice.
Another string of quiet flew over them, and Hinata sighed.
"I was waiting for you to get mad again and hit me, but I guess you really are that down at the moment."
"No, I'm not--"
"Then what, Kageyama? It's not that I'm actually worried or anything but . . . Uh, well, meet me at the train station tomorrow, at nine! We go to Tokyo to hang out with Nekoma's setter. Maybe then, you'll go back to being the creepy Kageyama that is obsessed with volleyball." He yelled happily as he slightly hopped up and down.
"Then, see 'ya tomorrow!" He waved back to the blue-eyed setter, who sat on the swing, still. After he untied and mounted his bicycle, Hinata disappeared behind the short wall that separated the park and the road.
"Everyone else is making so much effort to get me back on track," Kageyama thought, rising and handling the grocery bag carelessly. "But what am I doing? I can't believe something like this made me undergo such a visible change."
He walked out of the park and headed to his house without looking back. As he unlocked the door and started to undo his shoelaces, he suddenly felt himself becoming happier than he ever was that day. What was it? He knew full well that it was probably because of the shrimp's sudden invitation, but he somehow couldn't bring himself to believe he got so elated over such a small matter. Well, he was abnormal after all.
Deciding not to overthink things too much, he headed for the kitchen and left the grocery bag on top of the table. He better take a shower first.
As he entered his room, drying his hair with a towel, the PC he left on before he stepped into the bathroom let out a little beeping sound. At this, he knew immediately that it was a message from someone who he had met online who called himself "Kuma - chan".
Yes, it was an abnormal name for someone so precise with his words, but well, this Kuma - chan was abnormal, too. Just like Kageyama, he was someone who had the ability to travel back in time, a Time Jumper, as he and the online friend had decided to call it for now.
Kageyama went over to the computer and opened the chat in some social media site.
Kuma - chan: So, how are you today? Any people saved yet, Mr. Hero?
You: Stop calling me Mr. Hero. It doesn't suit me at all. I'm just an ant compared to someone like you.
Kuma-chan: Oh, really now? But then, even Spiderman couldn't use his abilities all too well at the beginning. ^ ^
Kageyama sighed. Another superhero reference. This guy was addicted to Marvel and D.C.
You: Alright, I get it.
Kuma - chan: Very well ~
Scrolling through the latest news, one new article caught the setter's eye. He clicked on the link that redirected him to another site wherein he could read the whole article, and as he finished it, he couldn't help but feel the same spark of impression that he first felt when he met this bear guy.
Clicking on the tab which had the social media site open, he started typing and sent the message to his online friend.
You: The incident with the airport in India was your doing, wasn't it?
Kuma-chan: Oh, yes, yes ☆ It was! It was a pretty tough job, but it went well.
You: So you saw this accident and you travelled back in time at the moment you saw it, didn't you?
Kuma - chan: Yups
The sixteen - year - old eyed the article once again.
"Possible plane crash prevented by an unkown caller . . . Huh?"
Kuma - chan: The news report was going on about a defective engine, so of course that's what I told the agency. Easy, right? Well, it was tough trying to convince them, but it was easy enough. : P
You: Easy for you to say. No pun intended. But really, how long did it take you to even be able to teleport from place to place as you went back in time? And what was your maximum again, 19 days?
Kuma - chan: Ehhh it took me quite a while. At first, I had only been allowed to go back for 2 minutes at max, but then my powers awakened and now we're all goo~d☆
You: 2 min, huh?
Kuma - chan: Come now, nothing's quick and easy. Your thirty seconds will one day become 30 weeks!
You: Aren't you kinda saying a bit too much? 30 weeks is impossible.
Kuma - chan: Oh, but 19 days was not. And I've only had this for atleast a year! Just be patient and remember never to jump more than twice in a row. Other people like us have jumped too far and died. Your body won't be able to take it.
So there were others.
You: Alright. Atleast the time will come when people won't come to misunderstand such situations.
Kuma - chan: Haha, I can totally see you sighing on the other side of the world. But even so, it will come, a time for you to be happy. You won't know when, maybe tomorrow, maybe next year.
You: Yeah
Kuma - chan: Or . . . Maybe now?
At the instant he received that text, a ringing came from his phone. He picked it up and answered the call, and seeing as it was Hinata, he typed a quick 'brb' on the keys and sent it to Kuma. It was a short conversation, just a few confirmations and persistent pleas from the middle blocker, reminding Kageyama not to forget about their appointment. He also kept telling him constantly to 'get well soon' and that he was 'tougher than whatever was bugging him'.
It just couldn't fail to bring a smile to the setter's face.
"Are you sure your alarm clock isn't broken?"
As much as he would like to say 'Yes, but it just is the everyday obligation of saving people that keeps me from arriving on time', he would probably be marked insane if he started explaining. As he hung up, Kageyama went back to the PC and typed.
You: How did you know I was going to receive a call from Hinata?
Kuma - chan: Well . . . I do have superpowers.
You: You're creepy.
Kuma - chan: So are you, Tobio - chan ☆
You: Please don't call me that. You remind me of Oikawa - san.
Kuma - chan: But what's so bad about that?
You: Wait, how do you know about Oikawa - san?
The other person took a little bit more time to respond than he usually would.
Kuma - chan: Superpowers, Kageyama - kun. Superpowers. Well then, you should get some sleep first. You probably didn't get any from overthinking, did you?
You: . . . Not much. And yeah, I was planning on doing so anyway.
Kuma - chan: G' day, 30 - second sprinter☆
You: 👍
As his head hit the pillow, Kageyama immediately fell asleep.
That evening, he woke up and turned the television on, and they were showing a report about the Indian airport on the News. He smiled to himself and checked the PC to tell Kuma about this, but he wasn't online. Well, he was such a heavy sleeper that he woke up at eight in the evening, and his online friend was probably off to school or would already be sleeping, if he were in the same time zone. It was already 21:30, after all.
He would most likely start to doze off at somewhere around 23:00, so he decided to have a little midnight snack and clean around the house for a bit. Accomplishing this task, he sat on the couch and started to slurp his instant ramen. He ended up being too engrossed in one of the documentaries about fishes on TV that he forgot about the time. And that resulted in him sleeping at two in the morning.
As his alarm clock rang on his bedside table, he hurriedly rose and prepared his things. He performed all the activities part of his morning ritual and headed out. He checked his phone. 8:51. Oh well, it's not like thirty seconds would change anything at all in this case.
With that in mind, he started to jog towards the train station, not wanting to make the shortie wait any longer than 15 minutes.
At the sight of the station, Kageyama started to jog faster in excitement. Even so, before he could even reach the said place, a huge explosion unfolded right before his eyes, and he got blown away by the shockwave. Debris flew everywhere, sending dents and scratches across his body. Despite this, he couldn't feel any kind of physical pain other than what was caused by his heart throbbing inhumanely fast against his ribcage.
Hinata.
All at once, a few people started limping out of the newly - generated Hell, expressions of agony contorting their faces. Some had burnt limbs and some had even lost a few patches of flesh and skin. Gruesome as it was, Kageyama didn't let it get to him as his worry was starting to grow larger. The fact that Hinata could have been left behind, crawling in the fire, unable to jump back in time --
He shook his head.
That was not happening at the moment. He was late, too, and he was safe. That's it. Someone so bright and cheerful could never be in a Hellish place like this. The setter gripped his bag's handle tighter, convincing himself about this positive possibility. He was just late. That's all.
But then again, he always arrives a few minutes earlier than the meeting time. He always does. He never gets late for something, be it volleyball practice or supplementary lessons and especially when going out with friends. Friends.
Sighing heavily and feeling his worries awaken once more, Kageyama started to run towards the burning train station. Really, he was so abnormal.
As he entered the coverage of the black smoke, another explosion came from his left, though, this time it was slightly smaller. Seeing huge chunks of rock and metal come his way, he ducked just in time as they flew over his head. He continued to search, eyes tearing up and throat constricting at the thick smoke. He saw bloodied bodies and spilling guts everywhere and thought that these people might be those who were closest to the cause of the explosion.
But what was the cause?
Due to the gas that made everything seem almost invisible, he couldn't see that he already was just beside a wall until he reached his arm out and touched it. Using this as a guide, he went straight ahead. He was proceeding smoothly, but then he felt his foot collide against something, and he almost tripped. Not wanting to see another mutilated body, he hesitated on whether or not to turn around and look. Such a stupid choice was tearing his mind apart, so he chose to follow his gut feeling.
It was telling him, pulling at his consciousness so as to have him look at what he had stumbled upon. He pivoted his body and directed his eyesight slowly towards the low ground . . . And almost felt his heart jump out of his mouth at what he had witnessed. 30 seconds could actually have changed something.
There was a familiar cluster of spiky orange hair which was now caked with crimson, concealing a peaceful face under his tousled curls. He had his back against the wall, forehead punctured by a large piece of metal pole that went right through his skull and into the wall behind him. Kageyama blinked, wanting to believe that the smoke simply was getting to his eyes and that he was seeing things, but no. It really was Hinata. It really was Hinata Shoyo, still, cold, lifeless. Dead.
Desperate, he immediately leapt back in time, going as far as his current abilities would allow him to do so. Thirty seconds. Returning to the scene with the same sight infront of you wasn't very pleasant, and at this, he started to once more get thoughts on how useless his powers were. Thirty seconds? That's hardly even something! What could one person do with just thirty goddamned seconds? He knew it wasn't right of him to ask for so much, but that 'so much' . . . He needed it. Badly. He needed it, even if it would only be with him for this time around. Just once, he wished for something greater so desperately.
Feeling his legs shake, Kageyama knelt down and reached out to grab the middle blocker's shoulders, but his impulse immediately was to withdraw. But why? This would probably be the last time he would be able touch him, this would probably be the last time he could set his eyes on such an innocent expression though soiled by the color of death, this could be the last time he would ever be able to see his special person. Everything was about to end, but why did he refuse to --
"Would I really . . . Allow myself to succumb to this 'last time'?" He realized something, and as that realization hit him, his online friend's words echoed in his head.
"Remember never to jump more than twice in a row." He rose, but his eyes were glued to the floor.
"Other people like us have jumped too far and died." Steeling his mind and body, the dark - haired setter clenched his hands into fists and took a deep breath. He ignored the smoke. He needed to clear his thoughts.
"Your body won't be able to take it."
"Well then, it's time to put that to the test!" He exclaimed, and right after his outburst he once more used his abilities. Thirty seconds back, the station was still burning. Hinata was still dead. Kageyama swallowed. It's all or nothing.
Jump.
People were limping out of the Hell that was right before him.
Further.
No. Useless.
Further!
He caught sight of Hinata. The pole impaled his head with a sickening crunch.
Again . . .
He heard a small explosion, and debris flew over his head.
And again . . .
Screaming.
More!
The large explosion drummed against his ears, causing him to go deaf for a second.
Just keep going--
A man was running to the center of the station, and he looked unusually large.
One more time!
He landed on the cold road of the street. The train station loomed infront of him, and the shadow it cast over his face wasn't as awful as the blackness of the smoke. He scanned the area through heavy breaths, sharpening his vision for as much as it could go.
On the right side of the train station, he spotted a man who had unusual protrusions in his body, attempting to have his jacket cover those eccentricities. He was looking around nervously as he gripped some kind of remote in his hand. That's when a strike of knowledge hit Kageyama.
A suicide bomber.
Gritting his teeth, he stood up and put his hands on his knees and decided to go back once more. As he willed his abilities to help him, he felt a seriously sharp pain in his head which made him fall back down onto his knees. Panting, he looked up at the suicide bomber.
"Then I have no other choice . . . " he breathed in deeply, then started running with all his remaining energy.
"Stop right there, dammit!" The man didn't seem to hear him. "I said . . . " he tackled the suicidal human to the ground. "STOP!"
Heads whipped towards his direction as he struggled to get the remote from the suicide bomber, who struggled with him but with the opposite purpose. They wrestled on the ground until a few members of the security noticed the commotion. A few of these guards rushed over to the scene and snatched the remote away from the stranger.
At that moment, Kageyama felt a wave of relief wash over him, and his strength left his body at that very second, accompanied by a searing pain that travelled in his nerves. Feeling a kick land on his stomach, he realized he was falling down from the platform into the rails.
"So this is how it feels to be able to save people in a proper way, huh?"
As he saw the world around him go in slow motion, he heard a train coming closer and closer and closer . . .
"Seems like this is the first and last time I didn't get stuck with just thirty seconds."
Until his head hit the rail and there was red as the train ran over the ragdoll - like figure.
As he slurped his instant ramen, he heard his phone ringing. Picking up the call in annoyance, Kageyama flipped the device open and answered, only to find Hinata talking on the other end of the line.
"Hey, look at the NEWS, Kageyama."
"What? Why?"
"Just flip on to the NEWS Channel!"
It was the first time he was so insistent about watching something so boring, and deciding on the fact that it was really such an important thing, Kageyama shrugged and checked the channel. Wait, Hinata was still awake at this point in time? And he was watching the NEWS? Before he could think of anything else, the current report had him all - ears.
"Unkown caller alerts the security about a possible occurence of suicide - bombing tomorrow morning at the local train station." As he read the headline, he couldn't help but feel a wave of nostalgia flow in his mind. Suicide bombing? That didn't happen everyday. Was this another doing of Kuma? Probably.
"Did you see it?" Hinata inquired with a slightly disappointed but still excited tone. Like always.
"Yeah."
"So we're going to have to cancel our trip to Tokyo tomorrow. I've already texted Kenma about this."
"Oh, is that so? I see. But it's very unusual of you to still be awake at this hour. And to top it all off, you're watching television on the NEWS Channel." Kageyama stated as - a - matter - of - factly.
There was shuffling at the other side of the call, and it took Hinata longer than usual to answer.
"W - well, my mom is here with me and she convinced me to watch -- "
"But it's a miracle you're actually paying attention."
"Shut up! I can be attentive at times, too, you know?" Hinata yelled, causing Kageyama to laugh softly.
Silence.
"W-wait . . . Kageyama, you're laughing? Oh my God, is it the end of the world?!"
"What? Are you insulting me, dumbass?"
"No sir."
"Seriously, Hinata, I'm glad your mom isn't scolding you just yet. You're being noisy for sure."
They discussed about their cancelled trip, and they decided to still go out the next day, but not to Tokyo. Agreeing on volleyball practice like the volleyball - minded people they were, the both of them got hyped up and were once again animatedly discussing about the sport.
"It's good to see you're already over your drama, Kageyama - kun!" Hinata exclaimed, giggling.
"I wasn't being melodramatic. It's just that . . . " he trailed off. "Nevermind."
"Come on, Kageyama, tell me! Even if you're going to say you can travel back in time, I'll believe you!"
"Yeah, sure. Wait . . . wait, Hinata, wha--"
The call ended, and the setter cursed the small sun under his breath. "Why would he hang up on me?" Then he calmed down. "But seriously . . . It's just a coincidence, right? His brain just reeks of Marvel and D.C. -- "
Kuma loved making Marvel and D.C. references.
Nothing was heard for a while besides the buzzing of the television and the ticking of the clock as Kageyama lingered on this thought.
"And he was watching the NEWS in the middle of the night . . . And Kuma knew Oikawa - san, too, but that's . . . "
Just as he was about to dismiss this thought, his phone let out a beep, notifying him of a text message. Sighing, he took the device and flipped it open. It was a message from Hinata. After he read the single - sentence text, he couldn't help but yell a loud, 'what', realization hitting him in the skull hard like never before. It was abnormally mindblowing.
"You did a great job back there in the train station, Mr. Hero ~ ☆"
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Okay, okay. This was really messy and everyone was out of character, but seriously. This is what I keep on telling people; HINATA IS NOT AS INNOCENT AS HE APPEARS TO BE. IDK what happened to me. My brain is all jumbled up and I can't think up of words all that well. LOL i shall now rest in pieces. I made a lot of shortcuts because I did not want this to have more than 5k words ( but oh well it went past that ) so yeh. HOOT HOOT SEE YOU