Indivisible | Haikyuu

Indivisible

The team of Karasuno high had always been blessed with uncanny luck and miracles. The issue was that miracles refused to come when they truly wished for it. Miracles and luck were myths painted red with the blood of the innocent.

About a 2 months ago, a tragedy occurred. A huge earthquake racked the islands of Japan with no mercy, mother nature taking out her anger on their poor country compiled of islands. Their enemies found this to be the perfect chance for revenge for past and present decisions made by their government and military.

Martial law had been enacted with the threat of enemies attacking or infiltrating the land badly damaged by the shit storm that preceded the declarations of war. School wasn't the same without the ability to walk to the convenience store run by their coach and pick up meat buns after practice.

It wasn't fun to see soldiers patrolling the streets and the halls of their schools. It was no fun when their dreams of nationals were crushed by a restriction imposed by their crumbling government. They couldn't even visit their friends outside of school or their neighborhoods.

One of the least fun things about it was the bracelet that was on his wrist.

Yū Nishinoya, 2nd-year high school volleyball player, age 17, 10.10

It made him feel sick to look at it every morning. But that was 2 months ago. 1 month ago, everything suddenly seemed to die on the damaged island. It all died more than it had already been dead- if that made the slightest bit of sense- when one of their enemies found satisfaction in killing more Japanese citizens and otherwise with a bomb. Nothing nuclear, but the way the ground shook wasn't fun.

There were millions of things he would never understand about the world. One was math. Two was English. Seriously, English was hard, he would rather stick to Japanese. Above all that would be a simple question with an unclear answer:

Why?

Why when their travel bans had loosened up and some of their friends and rivals from Tokyo and elsewhere were going to visit, did a bomb have to drop on Honshu island? Why, enemies of Japan, did you choose that day?

The soldiers disappeared from the streets and so did the orderly people. Everything familiar disappeared. Yu wasn't sure why he didn't let himself die. It would've been easy to end it quickly with the glass shards that had been stuck into his shoulder. He broke his wrist, but for some reason it brought much less comfort when it wasn't a volleyball injury.

The libero wondered what his friends were up to while he lived off of what had been left of their normal food and their rations. He wondered if they watched him with amusement from the heavens, or if they were still waiting for their last breaths somewhere. Both thoughts made him shiver.

If they were dead then maybe it would be fine if he just-

There was a loud knocking on the front door that startled him out of his morbid thoughts. The front door was still standing which gave him a false sense of security. Most of the walls still stood, albeit whole or in pieces. It wouldn't be hard for someone to get in though with the piles of rubble outside everywhere but the door that kept him trapped here. Or rather he used it to trap himself.

There's a long silence that makes him stand in the middle of the hallway and simply stare at the door as if daring whoever or whatever was on the other side to move. Whatever it was, it's gone. An air of apprehension hangs in his lonely silence.
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When night falls he takes the chance and opens the door, expecting to find some tall military guy, but instead discovers a box at his doorstep. The slow movement to look down was mentally agonizing as his mind unhelpfully ran through hundreds of items that could be in the box, but when he finally sees it...he swears he forgot to breathe for a second.