The Rory Healer [ Haikyuu!! ]

Into the Crow's Bill, Part I

Those who knew Hinata would know that he wasn't one to rise at dawn with a smile plastered on his face, wasn't one to greet the day with kindness, and wasn't one to laugh as he eats buttered toast with naivety. No, they know to steer clear from his room, because if he was woken up before the Sun has fully risen from the horizon, he would go feral - snarling and baring his teeth to whoever is near. Kuroo was unfortunate to be a recipient of his anger, even if the redhead was merely a Human.

Therefore it came as a surprise for the ginger to find himself wide awake, not a wink of sleep found in his bronze orange eyes, chest bare of any constrictions with his Familiars' Seals out for anyone wandering in to see, the Sun not due to peek at the skyline for a few more hours, gazing at the tranquil Crow Capital as it continues to sleep with a sad smile dancing on his lips.

For the past week he had stayed within the Kingdom, he had learned that the atmosphere was clamorous every single day - bustling with business, advertising their products and screaming for ware deals, children laughing blissfully, mothers bartering for prices, fathers groaning over hangovers - never quiet, but always harmonious. And Hinata appreciated it, embraced the obstreperous commotion, relishing its invigoration. Just like home .

If Hinata would stay still and drone out the clamor around him, bar himself from the assiduity of the Capital, he would be able to see it - wide glass doors on every floor, balconies with bloomed red flowers that had been scaling the walls for millennium, candle lit street lights lighting up the paths, stone paved roads twisting and turning to accommodate houses, the ocean stretching as far as the eye could see - a perfect memory, one that will live rent-free within his memories, never to be sent away. If he was desperate, he could conjure an illusion on himself and bathe in the scenes. The tangerine chuckled lightly and took a deep breath, inhaling the early morning scent - wet trees and aged books .

"Missing home, Shou-sama?" Hinata turned towards the voice, dumbfounded to see Daishou, also bare chested, his dark seaweed green hair unkempt, the bags under his slanted pear green eyes slightly dark but otherwise obscure, up and about despite being the one to hit the hay first after a strenuous patrol. The redhead reached up to rub the mustekild's Seal at the back of his left shoulder: a silhouette of a weasel reaching out for a drifting leaf. "Kinda. I haven't exactly been so far away before. Travelling to the Mei Forest came close, but it still didn't last a week."

Hinata turned to close the window before walking towards his featherbed and sat down, slightly smiling more at the softness of the material. He reached under his pillow and pulled out three obsidian black envelopes, each with a different candle wax seal color. At that moment, the door to the room opened, revealing Sakusa wearing a white linen shirt and blue trousers, staring at the two bare chested men in disgust.

Hinata paid him no mind as he handed the envelopes to the serpent Shapeshifter, who let out his hand to receive them. "I trust that you know what to do?" the redhead quibbled. It wasn't a question, but a challenge, one Daishou knows too well, having served as the Solis' Familiar and confidante for years.

Nevertheless, Daishou wasn't one to back down, not even for his Contractor, unless he is commanded to. The serpent grinned, grabbed a stray basil green jerkin that matched well with his blonde yellow breeches but made his hair stand out, and opened a dimensional door, the innards usually full of bright stars now void of any color. He held out an envelope with a turquoise blue wax seal between his index and middle finger. "Anything you want to be sent with this?" Hinata stared at the letter, mind racing from where he sat. An idea formed and the ginger licked his chapped lips, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

He closed his eyes and held out his hands, palms facing upwards with the pinkies slightly bending inwards, an image forming inside his mind, beseeching to be assembled. Inwardly pulling harshly for the strings that entangled around his very existence, he heard a snap, this time deafening and obnoxious, like a pride of lions roaring all at once during a thundering storm, an alarming occurrence for most but nothing that would worry him; he had experienced far worse after obtaining magic not fit for his kind. With the conduit of the elements under his control, he opened his eyes and reached for the fire flickering on a bedside candle, motioning for the inferno to waft towards him.