Newfound Wings

Crash.

The cover of this book was what gave me the idea of this story. I listened to Fleurie - Hurts Like Hell as I wrote this - check it out, it's a good song. I'm sorry.

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It happened in a flash.

He saw Hinata, crash.

crash.

Flashing blue and red lights.

Pain, but not for himself.

Blood.

He sat now, beside Hinata, listening to the faint heartbeat monitor registering the slowing heartbeats of his dying boyfriend. He never knew he would ever feel this type of pain, ever in his life. He wished he could take the pain away for Hinata, because he bet it would be a relief compared to the angst he felt inside him right now.

It's been 17 hours since the accident. Nurses stood by, but let family come in to see him. Kageyama came too, since he wouldn't take no for an answer. They said they would let family in to see him off.. to heaven..

He took Hinata for granted.

His fists gripped the sheets of the bed Hinata lay in, his eyes squeezing shut as he struggled against the horrible pain in his chest. He couldn't see, he didn't want to see. He didn't want to see his dying love of his life beside him, taking his last breaths. He didn't want to hear the heartbeat monitor fade to a terrible flatline, like it was bound to do. He didn't want to smell the sanitary scent of the hospital mixed with his own boyfriend's blood, his boyfriend's life leaking out of him.

He felt sick.

As he opened his eyes to the blurry world he now lived in, a wave of lightheadedness hit him like bricks. He almost fell backwards, the only thing bringing him back to reality was the sound of his boyfriend's hoarse voice calling to him.

"Kageyama."

His head snapped to Hinata, eyes blurring his vision but still being able to see the pain and beauty of his boyfriend, his life force fading away by the second. His eyes shone with a pride he only saw during the games once they hit their famous quick, but hell if he knew why.

"Hinata-"

"I'm going to die, Kageyama."

Kageyama's mouth gaped as Hinata spoke, eyes glistening with new and unshed tears. He gripped the sheets tighter. "Don't.. Don't fucking say that! You'll be fine, just stop talking, please, you- you need to rest!" Kageyama frantically grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently as fresh tears now flowed down his face.

"Kageyama.."

"SHUT UP! YOU'LL.. YOU'LL BE OKAY!"

"Kageyama."

Kageyama choked on his tears as he bent his head down to the sheets, his body shaking as sobs racked through his body. "You'll be okay.. You'll be.. oka-"

"I love you."

Kageyama looked up as he felt a gentle hand squeeze his weakly. Hinata was now taking shallow breaths, and seemed even to be struggling with those. "Never.. Never forget that."

Kageyama felt panic grow up in him as he saw the shine slowly fading away from his once bright golden eyes. "Hinata.. Please.. Don't go.." Tears dripped down his face and he gripped his hand tighter, as if that would preserve whatever life Hinata had left in him. He still gazed at Kageyama softly, like he was the love of his entire life.

He remembered first seeing Hinata in that junior high match, excited to play his first game in a tournament. He played valiantly, but it wasn't enough. When he vowed to stop him, the King of the Court. Seeing him on their first day of high school, joining the volleyball team. Feeling his happy spirit affect his tsundere self, doing their first famous quick. Evolving it. The shine that glistened in his eyes whenever he scored a point for their team, whenever Kageyama tossed to him. Their first kiss. The excitement of keeping their relationship to the others. Being caught by Suga one day while they made out in the club room when they thought everyone left. Having to come out. Being teased constantly, even though the rest were the same. Just him.

He would never see his giant jump again, the smile that took over his expression whenever he was praised. He would never see the glisten in his eyes whenever he felt determined to do something. He would never toss to him again, and nobody would ever feel the same as him. All of that was gone, gone with the life that was about to be taken away from him.

Hinata smiled gently at him.

"I'm going to fly, Kageyama."

He slowly turned his head to the ceiling, his messy orange hair falling softly into his eyes as he stared at the pattern of it. His eyes slowly closed, their beautiful shimmer fading away with them.

"I'm going to fly."

Kageyama could not move or speak as he heard the last breath fade out of him like an atomic bomb. The gentle squeeze of his boyfriend's hand finally released his own hand, the fingers unfurling from his as the nerves in his body shut down. From behind him, he heard the monitor flatline.

He was gone.

Kageyama screamed and gripped his dead boyfriend's hand, tears unable to stop themselves from trailing down like little rivers down his face. He fell out of his chair as he let go of Hinata's hand, palms smacking down on the tile as he curled up in a fetal position on the ground. He didn't care that he was making a scene.

He was really gone.

The pain from earlier spread over his entire body, making him feel empty and full at the same time as he cried, he fucking cried. He felt the pain in his chest expand like it was going to explode, his lungs and heart and organs were just going to explode out of his chest, out of the body he was imprisoned in. Someone shoot him. It would feel better than the pain he felt right now, in this moment, in a world without the energetic Hinata breathing in the oxygen this world provided.

No more races.

No more spikes.

No more big smiles.

No more shine.

No more jumps.

No more passionate kisses as Hinata couldn't control himself.

It was gone.

He looked up after a moment, tears blurring his vision so that he could only see the white of the hospital and the pale skin of his boyfriend's cold, dead hand.

Suddenly, a bright light came from straight above him. He looked up, eyes widening as he glimpsed what he saw.

Hinata sat in the bright light, in his national volleyball uniform. #10. He was smiling, laughing even, as he waved down at Kageyama's broken body. On his back were pure, soft, black raven wings.

He finally found his wings.

He giggled and opened his eyes, their usual shine shimmering in them as he stared at him happily. He flew up gently, his black wings expanding to float up to be the angel heaven always deserved.

He opened his mouth.

Softly, as if it was in his ear, he whispered-

"I'm flying."

Kageyama's eyes widened, and a small, sad smile appeared on his face as he watched him fly up to his new home.

He was going to see the top.

He was going to finally see the top of the court, without him.

His newfound wings would finally take him home.