Hidden in Plain Sight | Abused Hinata AU

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}{}{ Nobody's POV }{}{

Seconds turned into minutes; minutes turned to hours, hours turned to days, and so forth. Laughs were shared, new love arose, old love slowly broke apart to where even the hardest stitches couldn't mend the aching love. The days were quiet, peaceful, happy. For some, peace was a nice thing, to be able to escape from reality. But for others, the peace never came around for them, overworking their aching hearts, trying to shove feelings aside, feeling as if you are standing on a small tightrope in the middle of a chasm that never ends, falling for days, hours, weeks, months, years, until you finally die. For one boy, he was awaiting the final drop, toying with the rope with scissors, tugging at the fibers that bound his sanity. Doing tricks over and over, waiting for the inevitable drop.

 But the universe didn't allow him to slip into insanity, who didn't do anything wrong, yet. He was slowly slipping away, testing the morals of the universe. Testing how far he could push before he snapped. Days went by quickly, the same routine. Wake up, shower, brush teeth, comb hair, eat, volleyball, volleyball, break, volleyball, eat, shower, sleep. Over and over, the never-ending cycle that never breaks. Until, one day, the cycle broke. With a knife in hand and no remorse, it broke. Breaking the refined cycle. And so, that rope finally snapped. The boy only laughed as he fell into a pit of insanity. Reaching the bottom of the pit, he cackled. But, he was able to hide this insanity. 

Throwing away all remorse and guilt. The boy had been wronged so much; he simply forgot the word remorse. He had wished someone would find him, but it wasn't true. Nobody could venture down so far and make it back. Once again, he was left alone to loathe in self-pity. Not able to leave this world. He oh so wished for the sweet taste of salvation as you left this world. But it didn't work; no amount of pills, cuts, jumps it took, it never worked. He drove himself to become the monster he is today, and he wishes he'd leave this world. Wishing for the salvation, he yearned for. Once again, he was left all alone to loathe in self-pity. Not able to leave this world. He oh so wished for the sweet taste of salvation as you left this world. But it didn't work; no matter how many cuts, pills, jumps it took, it never worked. He drove himself to become the monster he is today, and he wishes he'd leave this world. Wishing for the salvation, he yearned for. 

}{}{ Takeda's POV }{}{

2:39 AM

That is what the clock read when I was suddenly awoken with light flooding into the room. "Hm?" I said quietly, putting my glasses on. "[Redacted], what are you doing up so late? Are you okay," I asked, sitting up from my bed. He stood there, quietly. "D-..." I could hear him mumbling something, staring at the ground. "[Redacted], speak up I can't-" [Redacted] looked up at me, his eyes a pale gold, laced with no remorse, no guilt, just pure insanity. The eyes of a person who slipped into insanity ages ago, who was alone, upset they were alone. SOmeone to be scared- no, terrified of. 

Before I knew it, [Redacted] vanished from sight, almost looking like a blur, suddenly he reappeared in front of me, his mouth next to my neck. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck. He was crouched on top of me; his whole presence was enough to paralyze me with fear. It felt as if a lump rested in my throat, unable to scream, cry, move, or fight back. "Die," [Redacted] said into my ear, but before I could scream, something inhuman happened to him, and before I knew it, my throat had been ripped out. 

I could feel the tears gush out of my eyes, watching as my throat was dropped onto the bedsheet that was swiftly torn off, feeling claws trail down my stomach, blood seeping from the wounds. I struggled for breaths, feeling my vision haze. Blood trickled out of my mouth, falling onto the futon that was slowly dyed red with my blood. I could feel my insides being torn from my chest, the sounds of my bones cracking and crunching.

 I looked down one last time, seeing a beautiful yet terrifying scene before my eyes slowly rolled into the back of my head; everything went black. I was gone; I was dead. Who knows how long it would be before I would be found, maybe a matter of minutes from the noise? Hours? When? But here I lay, praying to god I went somewhere peaceful. Heaven would be nice, or somewhere where I can rest. I know that [Redacted] will not get justice for this since I never realized how insane he was; that look in his eyes; scared me to the core. My life was just stolen from me, by none other than...

Hinata Shoyo.

}{}{ Flashback, 3rd POV }{}{

Takeda walked into the club room for the monthly cleaning, pulling up his rubber gloves and fixing his mask as he placed the bucket down. He started to take all of the bags out, but one thing fell out from behind Hinata's bag. The thing that had fallen was a cold black leather book that looked like a diary. The book was open, and it was open to a page that looked odd. Takeda picked it up, eyes scanning over it. 

"It's getting harder every day, keeping my other side in secret from my team. The medication is starting not to work anymore; Daichi had already seen it. And now more people are becoming suspicious. I'm getting more agitated, and it's getting annoying-" 

Takeda had stopped reading, hearing the door handle smack the wall. Takeda froze, turning back to see Hinata standing there, emotionless, his eyes dull. Takeda quickly closed the book, turning to see Hinata wasn't there. A cold, heavy hand slid over his shoulder, the teacher freezing as his eyes shakily turning to see Hinata there, his onyx pupils slit. "Stay out of it, Sensei. Or else," Hinata warned, grabbing the book before grabbing his bag and walking off, closing the door to leave Takeda alone, and paranoid. 

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