A Certain Miracle

I DO NOT OWN HAIKYUU!! OR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS

A Certain Miracle

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Kageyama never asked for anything. He never begged or pleaded to anyone. No matter the circumstances, he let things flow naturally. He was neutral, having neither good luck nor bad luck. He strolled through life, trying to leave minimal traces.

Although he had quite the temper, he managed to control it before highschool arrived. He occasionally exerpienced small outbursts here and there but students usually forgot about it the next day. By the second year of highshool, his anger was entirely supressed and he lived apathetically from then on.

Fellow classmates attempted at being friends but he ended up pushing them away. Friends were a waste of time. He didn't want to live his life full of distractions. He wanted to live his life for...for what?

What DID he want to live his life for?

He had no specific goals in mind. Just the basic ones. Graduate highschool, go to collage, get a career, get married, have children...

How boring.

But I guess it suits a person like him.

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Years later, he managed to get a low-paying job working for a heartless company. He didn't enjoy it but hey, nothing ever amused him. It got him a roof over his head and a plate of food each meal, that's all that mattered.

He lived alone and wasn't planning on changing that soon. His mom constantly nagged him about getting a girlfriend but he wasn't interested. Nor did he think he ever would.

Several times he was dragged along by coworkers to nightclubs, but he usually got naseous and went home. The annoying flashing lights, the putrid stench of alchohol, and the humidity of all the sweaty bodies were things Kageyama didn't enjoy. He had been to strip clubs but was always unimpressed.

It wasn't his thing, nor would it ever be.

After endless nagging, he eventually  started dating a few girls but it always ended up in pointless sex.

He could never understand why people hungout with one another. He couldn't grasp the meaning of friendship or trust. Or betrayal and loyalty. Or even depression and joy. And he most certainly did not understand the one emotion that connects everyone on the earth.

Love.

He watched several movies and read many books on the concept of love but never could comprehend it.

He even read shoujo manga and he was still confused. He notes how the protagonist's  heart beats incredibly fast when near that one person they cherish. Kageyama's heart never beat that fast unless it was during P.E.

Kageyama couldn't feel this sensation no matter who he was around. He thought he was broken.

Love is not something you can touch, smell, hear, taste, or see. It's something you feel deep within.

What is love?

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Kageyama's pov

Another fan-fucking-tastic day, I somehow managed to screw up once again at work. One more mistake and my boss will fire me without hesitation. I should just quit already, but where else am I going to get a job. I only got this job thanks to my dad's connections with the employees here.

The job is crap. The pay is low, the other workers are assholes, my boss is a perverted fucktard, and I spend all day sitting at a desk. What am I doing with my life? Working for a lifeless corporation...woohoo.

I sighed noisily and a few people glanced worriedly toward me. I ignored them and continued on with my thoughts. I was currently on the train heading back home. I never bought a car due to lack of savings and debt. It didn't matter, the train was a lot cheaper, even if there are occasionally creeps hanging around.

"Now arriving at xxxx stop."

I stood up, bringing my briefcase along with me, and pushed through the crowd of people. I slipped through the doors just before they slammed close.

After exiting the subway, I paced back to my apartment. I glanced at the dirty people lurking in the alleyways. I lived in a disgusting city filled with creeps, gangsters, and potheads. I hated it, but I couldn't afford to live elsewhere.

I turned the corner and a grotesque hand coiled around my neck. I choked on air and a second hand smacked onto my mouth, preventing me from screaming. I was tugged into a dark alley, away from the public. I lashed and kicked out at my attacker. I elbowed his ribcage and he let go. I tried escaping, only to be slammed against the concrete wall. I felt multiple cracks within my torso.

I gasped in pain and coughed out spittle mixed with blood. I grasped my chest in agony and tried to soothe the pain. I slid the the ground, unable to support myself any longer. I looked up at my attacker who was standing above me. He was wearing a black skii-mask and a dirty, ragged cloak. He kicked my shoulder, sending me to the ground. I curled myself up to protect my vital regions as he continued to kick me.

After kicking me for about 5 minutes straight, he knew I wasn't able to move anymore. He crouched down and reached into my left pocket. I felt his hand slip from my suit but I couldn't do anything about it.

He grabbed everything useful that I owned and sped off. I lay crumpled and battered, with several fractured bones. I wait in the alley until I can move again.

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After what seemed like hours, I managed to sit myself up and lean against the wall. I inhale and exhale repeatedly, trying to ease the pain that throbbed in my chest. I pat my pants and suit pockets only to realise he took everything. My credit card, keys, ID....everything.

"Damn...", I groaned.

What am I going to do?

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A/N: So??? What d'ya think? I'm planning on making this a long ongoing story. Please comment if u hav a request or preference or anything ;) Hope you enjoyed!