As The Rain Comes Down (Haikyuu Kuroo X Kei)

Heavy Clouds

A/N: Heyo i am so so so so sorry that it took me so long to get this out and that it is so short. I just felt like where i ended it was a good place. Please enjoy and i will get the next part out next. 

As The Rain Comes Down

Chapter Three: Heavy Clouds

Kei Tsukishima's POV

Tsukishima woke with a start, his heart pounding against his rib cage in a desperate and erratic attempt to bust free. He reached a hand up and clawed at his shirt, as if that would reduce the squeezing pain. Tears slid down his cheeks and fell into the blanket he was tangled in. It was becoming extremely difficult to breathe as if his lungs were crashing under the weight of his heart. His stomach twisted and scenes of the other night came rushing to memory. Squeezing his eyes shut he huddled his knees to his chest and rested his head on them. He was tired of this, being woken by night terrors every time he finally fell asleep.

He had finally broke free of the blanket and kicked it to the ground. He sat there with his back against the head bored just looking around his room. Not really wanting to fall back asleep; the clock read 8:34 PM. He was really dreading tomorrow; he wanted to call Daichi-senpai, but he knew he couldn't skip out on this training, not with the spring tournament coming up. He just could not do this to his team. Sighing he wiped the stray tears form his cheeks and reached to the bed side to put on his glasses and check his phone.

He was surprised to see the thing still worked, especially after it beign left out in the rain all night. He flipped it open to see that he had 38 missed calls and 42 texts. Immediately going to the text message he was surprised to see that most of them were from Kuroo, then a couple form Daichi as well as Yamaguchi. The ones from his teammates were the general I hope you made it home, I hope you feel better, and we're here for you if you need us. But the ones from the Nekoma were completely different.

What's going on!!!

Call me, please. I need to know you're ok

What happed, why aren't you answering.

I asked Daichi to come check up on you! Those pictures, what were they?

Tsukishima could feel the tears threatening to fall and his heart hearting. Why did this have to happen? He just couldn't take that short cut, come home, get rested for a couple days, and then go on a training trip with his friends? Sniffling he moved on to the missed calls which like the texts, most were from Kuroo. There was only one thing he could think of doing to help make this all go away. He pressed a button and placed the phone to his ear where he could hear it begin to ring.

"Hello? Tsuki, is that you?!" He wasn't prepared for Kuroo to answer that quickly and he scrambled for what to say.

"Hey-um...Hi, yeah it's me."

"I was so worried! What happened? What was up with those pictures?!" Tsukishima could feel his throat begin to tighten, his resolve to continue living crumbling at the tone of his friends voice. He was worried, so worried and here Tsukishima is ready to lie to him.

"Um, yeah" He's beginning to choke "Do-do you think you could just forget any of that ever happened, please?" He pleaded.

"But Kei-"

"Please!" Tsukishima's eyes squeezed shut, he didn't mean to yell, "Please, please~"

He heard Kuroo sigh, his heart aching a little more, "Okay, okay, I can but if something was wrong you'd tell me, right?"

This was becoming too much for the young teen, "Of-of course, I'll see you tomorrow." Quickly he hung up and tossed the phone aside. He didn't mean to lie he just wants everyone to stop worrying. If they don't know then they can't get involved. Then again, what could they even do?

Wiping away the tears that slid down his cheeks he stood up and shakily made his way to his closet. His body hurt so much, the bruises ached and throbbed well a burning sensation shot up his spine. He wanted to cry out, to ask for help, but that was impossible now. He closed himself off, told everyone he was ok, so now he has to suck in a deep breath of air and move on his own.

It took him a lot of effort and a lot of pain, but he finally managed to pack his small duffle bag full of 4 days' worth of clothes. As he neatly folded his shirts his mind raced with thoughts of how he was going to survive the next couple days. Just standing here folding was making him hurt and feel dizzy, the pain blinding. Maybe he should bring a bottle of pain killers, and just pop a few before every practice. He wanted to cry at the feeling of hopelessness that filled his heart, but he wouldn't allow himself to; like a mantra in his head he repeated the words, I will be ok, what happened was nothing.

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Kuroo's POV

Anger and hate filled my veins like poison and his eyes clouded over; in one swift movement he through his phone across the room where it had hit the wall and fell to the floor on top of a pile of clothes. Probably saving it from completely breaking. The teen let out a frustrated yell before he plopped down onto his bed.

He was angry that Tsukishima wouldn't tell him what was wrong, angry that he wasn't there is person to just BE there for the other boy, angry at his own powerlessness. As for hate, he hated who ever hurt the blond boy. Kuroo wasn't dumb he knew something bad had happened but he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. How was he supposed to prove that someone had hurt Tsukishima? All he has is those pictures, but the text doesn't imply someone hurting him, Kuroo though, Kuroo knows that's exactly what happened. Someone hurt him, someone hurt him so bad that he doesn't want to say anything to anyone.

With those thoughts alone Kuroo made up his mind that when he sees the boy tomorrow he is going to force him to tell him who had hurt him. He's going to make them pay.