We Only Had Volleyball?

Chapter 1

Kageyama sighed, as he collapsed on to his bed feeling sorry for himself. His room reflecting his mood, with the spaces on the wall that were a different shade, as the posters that had once hung there now gone. It made his room look empty, hollow just like he felt inside. Memories that they stirred up relegated to the rubbish bin in attempt to remove the pain they wracked on his body. It had now been two months since he had last spoken to Hinata, and he was missing the crazy antics of the orange haired idiot. He would often catch himself glancing over at the door way, as if he expected him to come bouncing through it, calling his name, his face bright and cheerful as always. It had been far too long since he had held him tight or ran his hands through the orange mop of hair, which felt so soft and silky as it glided between his fingers as they kissed. It wasn't as though it was their first fight, but they had never been like this as they had always made up quickly. But this time was different. This fight was unlike the others, more one sided and......

"It's all my fault......this time," Kageyama muttered angrily to himself, as he recalled the words he had said, that had made Hinata disappear from his side. The words that he had thrown at him in anger. An anger that was not directed at Hinata, not caused by anything that he had done. But he had worn the brunt of it, the tirade of words that were driven by Kageyama's frustrations.

"Leave me alone! You don't understand how I feel. Just...just go away and don't come back!" Kageyama had shouted at him, as Hinata just stood there, his face stained with tears. Kageyama was too self-absorbed with his own complex emotions, to even think to chase after him. To apologise, for those words he now deeply regretted. He could still see Hinata's face that smiled such a lonely smile, as he fled from Kageyama's side, etched forever into his mind. It haunted him, now that his anger that he had directed at Hinata, subsided.

"I wish I could take back those words..... t-to tell him, I'm sorry..." he mumbled to himself as he rolled over on to his side to face the wall. A sharp pain shooting down his arm, causing him to wince. A reminder of why he had been so angry, so frustrated in the first place ....... and why a part of him still was. He rubbed his injured shoulder, as anger washed over him, reminding him of his own foolishness, all over again. The injury had cost him what was left of the volleyball season, in what was his last year of high school. Their last season playing together.

"It has probably cost me.... a LOT more than volleyball," his voice barely audible, as Hinata's tear stained face with its lonely smile, flashed through his mind once more.