On That Day

Chapter Three

Note: I published the previous chapter before but that was honestly done out of a scrap. This is somewhat the new, rewritten version with its continuation. The story is now complete. Enjoy reading!

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Darkness.

The last thing Hinata remembered was a loud thud followed by pitch darkness.

Once awakened, the first thing that Hinata noticed was his limbs sprawling atop of the concrete pavement, tangled within the mess of his bicycle. Before the process of the last events could be registered, there was a faint throb that had his senses benumbed, an ache crawling into the temple of his fore from behind as he slowly began to regain his composure. Hinata blinked, a groan subconsciously escaping past through his lips as the boy tried to steady himself with a push of his hand against the ground.

Only then did Hinata know that even the slightest movement could be proven a mistake.

In an instant, a jolt of shock could be felt from his lower torso that made Hinata yelp loudly and return to his prior position. It hurts, he hissed inwardly, tears already springing from the corner of his eyes due to the unbearable pain. That is until he shifted a reminiscence of how exactly did he end up in this kind of situation-- this physical pain was nothing in comparison to what he was experiencing by hand from within.

His devastation merely grew once he noted on one of the chains of his bicycle that lets him to pedal were now hung loosely. Great, his bicycle broke. How was he going to get home now, and furthermore, in this rain? Trailing his eyes further, he was appalled to be met by the sight of a tall hill glowering at him from above to which confused him first. Then it struck him.

Oh. Now, he remembered.

He had set out to find for Kageyama but faltered to do so after a series of unfortunate events.

In the midst of riding his bicycle down the hill, the bicycle broke which led him to his downfall; since the chains went loose, there was no hope in putting the brake to a stop as he went downhill, and what worsened the experience was the rain itself by making the road liable to slip. No friction, no brake and usually, that would often call for a big trouble.

The rain continued to thrum heavily against his splayed body; his clothes, along with his bag, were now soaked and covered in dirt and mud. When Hinata tried to untangle himself from his broken bicycle, he daresay that it had taken an amount of his willpower to handle the continuously pulsating pain from below.

After further inspection, he felt horrified upon acquiring a new hand of knowledge. His right ankle, it was sprained, and Hinata knows because in no way should it be twisted in a such peculiar-like manner, and there was naught but sheer ache derived from that direction. He briefly wondered if he had hurt himself at someplace else but disregarded it a moment after, considering himself to be lucky for not getting any more than a sprained ankle. ( Well, hopefully. )

Gleaming with a faintest tint of hope, Hinata surveyed his environment in search of a place that could shelter him from the rain and provide him a proper rest. Fortunately, he managed to spot a bus stop, but he grimaced at how quite far it was. Distance asides, at least, he doesn't have to return all the way back home with a sprained ankle. The thought of heading over the mountains in this heavy rain certainly didn't seem too appealing. And this place... Hinata wasn't familiar with it at all. Shoot. Was he that deep in thought to wind up being in some unknown place?

It was tormenting for Hinata to stand up, bending down also deemed to be a difficult task as he picked up his bicycle, his bag nestled on top of his shoulders before he'd begin a long journey towards his destination. A journey of which he anticipated for a more worse torture once he started sauntering towards the bus stop. Already, he felt the pain surging from every direction, and with his outfit being sticky against his skin due to the rain, it didn't help much.