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Oikawa slammed his fist on the coffee table, spilling his ready made tea over the wooden surface. He cursed, making Iwaizumi frown in disapproval.
"You'll break the table if you don't stop," Iwaizumi grumbled, lifting the mug off the battered table in one swift motion. "That's your third cup of tea."
"Does it look like I care, Iwa-chan?" Oikawa sneered back, entangling his slender fingers into his soft brown hair as he pouted in frustration. He groaned, laying back on the couch as the soft material cushioned his spine.
Iwaizumi sat next to him, fingering the silver cross that hung loosely around his neck. He sighed. "What's wrong, Oikawa?" Iwaizumi muttered, eyes drifting to his partner's as his face distorted into a sympathetic-like frown. "You can tell me, you know."
The chocolate haired vampire smothered his face into a pillow and groaned dramatically.
"My plan didn't work," he moaned, his muffled voice reaching Iwaizumi's ears as he curled into a ball of his own shame.
He quirked his eyebrow. "Your plans never work, Shittykawa."
Oikawa lifted his head and scowled. "That's not the point, Iwa-chan," Oikawa retorted, Iwaizumi's nickname rolling off his tongue with extra poison.
The spiky haired vampire scowled. "I can't help you if you don't tell me," he mumbled, tucking his cross into his grey shirt. His partner groaned again as they drifted back to the agonizing subject.
"They're both alive," Oikawa stated sourly, his face twisting into a pout. "Shrimpy saved Kageyama. I can't believe he saved him."
Iwaizumi sighed and shook his head sadly. "Foolish human. His kindness will be the end of him."
His saying made them both drift into an uncomfortable silence.
"What if..." The brown haired vampire started quietly, looking up at Iwaizumi expectantly. "What if I kill him? What will happen then?"
He shrugged unknowingly, hoping that would dismiss the subject quickly.
"Tell me, Hajime. How do I get rid of a problem? How do I get rid of a pest?" Oikawa asked him, fixing him in a heavy stare, a menacing glint visible in the corner of his eye.
He shrugged again, his shoulders stiff as he felt goosebumps prickling his tanned arms.
"If cockroaches were to be in my home," Oikawa's chilly voice echoed in Iwaizumi's ears. "I would kill every single one before they grew in number," Oikawa fixed Iwaizumi in a quizzical gaze. "Wouldn't you do the same?"
"Wouldn't it be the same with problems? To get rid of them before they grew into branches of my problems, and other branches of my problems?"
Oikawa smiled sadly at the cool, marble floor. "Blood will be shed tonight."
Before Iwaizumi could comprehend his words, a gust of chilly air was left in his spot. Oikawa was sifting through useless objects in his cupboard until he produced two gleaming swords.
Oikawa examined the blades, whistling lowly in satisfaction. "This brings back memories!" He chuckled, eyes dancing on imprints etched onto the swords.
"Y-you can't just kill someone, you dumbass!" Iwaizumi yelled, his stiff body finally reacting to his partner's cruel words. Oikawa heard this and shook his head, his laughing eyes boring into Iwaizumi's soul.
"This isn't going to be an assassination, Hajime," Oikawa threw back his head and laughed, clutching his sides. "That's just barbaric!"
"Iwa-chan," Oikawa turned to Iwaizumi, gripping both swords until his knuckles turned a ghostly white. "This will be a duel. A fair fight."
"Then again," Oikawa thought to himself, his words echoing in his mind with self pity, "when was the world ever fair?"
Oikawa clicked his tongue. "Don't worry too much, Iwa-chan. Consider this a favor for Shrimpy-san, okay?"
"Hold up!" Iwaizumi yelled, sprinting towards his partner with incredible speed. "No way in hell I'm letting yo-" He coughed, confused and dazed, fanning the dust spreading through the air, and blinked.
In front of him was a wooden cupboard, both doors hanging ajar, and no signs of Oikawa.
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"Yoohoo, Tobio-kun~!" Oikawa sang as he waved his sword in the air , flashing a bright grin at the scowling vampire. "I heard you got hurt, Tobio! It's so nice to see you alive and breathing!" Oikawa smirked, making Kageyama growl in response.
He gasped as his eyes shifted to the smaller man. "Shrimpy-chan! I didn't think you would be here! Weren't you supposed to be... Eaten?" He wondered, tapping his chin with the tip of his gleaming blade. He turned to Kageyama, a faint flicker of a flame visible in his playful eyes.
"Tobio-kun," Oikawa drawled, sending a menacing grin to his kouhai as he ran a slender finger over the permanent decorations imprinted on the blade. "I've brought a present for you, like the wondrous senpai I am!"
He extended one of the swords, the blade pointed directly at Kageyama. Oikawa turned the blade upright and tossed it to him, the sword traveling at the perfect angle for the raven to catch the weapon by the hilt.
"What is the meaning of this?" Kageyama demanded, raising an eyebrow as he cooled the bubbles of rage building inside of him. "I have no intention of fighting you."
"This is a friendly duel, Tobio. You have no need to be afraid," Oikawa reassured, a sly smile rising on his lips.
Murmurs of disapproval were heard from the watching crowd of vampires.
Suga stepped forward, his ash colored eyebrows formed into a line. "There is no need for violence, Oikawa," he said slowly, earning a scowl from the brown haired vampire.
"In my book," Oikawa muttered to himself, turning away from Suga and glaring furiously at the wall, "Violence is the only answer to this problem."
He let out a shaky breath and closed his eyes as an attempt to calm his boiling nerves.
"Do you see this, Tobio?" The taller vampire gestured to his silver blade, a smirk plastered over his pale face. "This, I believe, belongs to you." He pointed his blade at Kageyama, his fingers twitching over the hilt of the blade.
Kageyama could see the faint outline of blood sprawled across the shining sword, washed away many, many years ago.
Something didn't feel right.
He felt something pierce him as he realized that this was his sword, and that he used it to slay Oikawa's sister, many years ago. Horrible memories buried deep into his mind were flooding back to him in numerous waves.
He could feel a lump forming in his throat as he clutched the sword aching fingers.
"I'm waiting."
The air remained still as everyone looked at him with expectant eyes, holding their breaths as they waited for him to decline the duel.
"I'll do it," he murmured slowly, spitting out his words through gritted teeth. A gasp of shock was released from the disapproving crowd.
"You fool," a tiny voice whispered from the back of his head, echoing through his aching mind. "Your pride will be the end of you."
But Kageyama could not withdraw from the duel.
After all, a duel is a duel.
"W-wait!" Hinata squeaked, speaking up from the outraged crowd of vampires, twiddling his thumbs nervously. Eight heads whipped around to face him, eight pairs of expressionless eyes boring into his soul.
"I-I don't think it's fair for Kageyama to fight Oikawa. Kageyama is all sick, a-and Oikawa will have an advantage, and... Y'know?" Hinata stuttered out quickly, proceeding to explain his statement with animated sign language.
"Well," Oikawa drawled, staring daggers at Hinata, making him squeak in fear. "If Shrimpy-chan wouldn't mind sacrificing himself to Tobio-chan," he smiled sweetly, showing off his perfectly aligned row of gleaming teeth. "Perhaps he will become invincible, and in the end, beat me."
Hinata stayed silent, his small legs shaking beneath him, his mouth moving up and down silently like a dying fish.
"That's what I thought," Oikawa sneered mockingly, turning back to his rival, looking at him up and down with satisfaction.
"Come," Oikawa put out a pale arm, inviting Kageyama to take his hand. "Let's go."
Kageyama spat on the ground, walking towards the door quickly. "I do not need your guidance, for I already know where we will be headed."
His legs quivered beneath him at the very thought of where he was going.
Some things just can't be forgotten.
Oikawa nodded his head, gesturing to the silent crowd to follow along. "Very good, Tobio-chan. Let's get this over and done with."
"Prepare to die."
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"Well, this bring back memories!" Oikawa chuckled, looking up to star filled sky with sad eyes. Standing over the once pool of blood, Kageyama shivered, hoping to the stars that the wind would blow away his fear.
Bokuto and Akaashi were perched on a sturdy branch, with Bokuto hooting in excitement and Akaashi shaking his head with disappointment.
"The outcome of this match will be terrible," Akaashi thought to himself, hooting repeatedly to calm Bokuto down. "I sense it."
Oikawa faced the raven and smiled slightly, his eyes dull and emotionless. He got into his stance, the tip of his gleaming weapon facing Kageyama.
"Ready, Tobio-chan?" He called out, licking his lips in anticipation as he patiently waited for an answer.
Kageyama nodded wordlessly, willing his shaking limbs to stand in a stance as his heart hammered in his aching chest.
"Let the duel commence!"
Oikawa rushed forward, forcing Kageyama to parry a flurry of furious swings. The gleaming blades chimed musically in the night air, each ringing collision awakening the eerie silence in the woods.
Kageyama lunged at him, dodging a quick swipe at his head and cutting away a piece of Oikawa's shirt, cursing at the misinterpretation of his attack. He circled to his right, silently praying to the gods that his legs didn't give out under him.
The brown haired vampire growled, lunging forcefully at Kageyama, making his aching limbs deflect blow after blow. Panting, Kageyama could only parry the older vampire's attacks. There weren't any room for his own.
Oikawa's eyes reflected a glint of triumph and started lunging faster, his arms blurry as he cut Kageyama in various places. His cheek, his arms and legs, leaked red droplets of blood.
Chiming swords moved into a frantic blur. With flawless precision, Oikawa continued to alternate blows, in front and behind if Kageyama, striking ruthlessly, leaving no openings.
Kageyama stumbled to his knees, forcing himself to deflect every attack possible. He staggered backwards, sharp rocks jabbing into his knees, and continued fighting for his life.
Both of them panted heavily, sweat trickling down their chins and onto the ground. Their blades connected continuously, chiming in one with the wind that tangled itself in their hair.
Kageyama's blade flew out of his hand, falling to the ground meters away from him with a sickening thud. Oikawa's sword met his forehead, pressing his blade against the pale flesh until he drew blood.
Oikawa chuckled. "Well, well," he drawled, nudging the tip of his sword into the Kageyama's wound. "Doesn't this look familiar?"
Kageyama growled, shaking under the gleaming blade and spat in Oikawa's direction, blood from his forehead leaking into his eye.
"This will end quickly and swiftly," he chuckled, slowly bringing his blade above Kageyama's head with two hands...
...and stabbing it into the hard dirt beside him.
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Now, dear reader, let's take a short breather.
Let me rephrase myself. This is a fair warning and a reminder.
Not all stories have happy endings. This particular one, does not.
If you do not like stories without happy endings, then please, for the sake of you and I, do not continue. For the squeamish, I request the same.
For the brave... Well, for the brave, continue reading at your own risk. This, I remind you, is a warning and a reminder.
Not all stories have happy endings.
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"Tobio-chan," Oikawa muttered, his dead eyes reflecting a cunning glint as he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. He fell to one knee, his face inches away from the raven's.
"To break your fortress, your stronghold, one has to break down it's walls. A stronghold's main purpose is to protect it's owner."
"When your fortress has crumbled to dust, why, it makes it very easy for me to kill you."
"I, for one, will not hesitate to bring your fortress to ashes. I will not hesitate to take down your fortress brick by brick, stone by stone, rubble by rubble."
"Which," Oikawa stood up, lifting his gleaming blade from the dirt with a heave, smiling sadly at Kageyama. "Is exactly what I'm about to do."
"I will make you feel what I have felt."
Kageyama blinked.
Oikawa was gone, his presence disappearing into the chilly night air. He blinked again. Once. Twice. The wind blew into his wounds, a stinging pain seeping deeper into his bleeding cuts.
He stood up shakily, wincing slightly at the stinging pain and staggered forwards, willing himself not to faint. He clutched his arm with a pale hand, his dirty fingers covering the bleeding wound.
A gust of wind threw him off balance, making him tumble to the ground. Heavy eyelids pressured him to lay on the dirt and fall asleep.
Suddenly, a piercing scream stabbed the still air, like a sharp dagger cutting through water. Well, that shook him awake.
Kageyama forced himself to look forward, the wind knocking the only shallow breaths he had out of him.
Oikawa was charging towards Hinata at full speed, knuckles white on the colorless hilt, his gleaming blade ready to strike.
Hinata was paralyzed in his spot. He knew very well that a human could not out run a vampire.
Fear and knowledge does that to us.
A little piece of information can be irrationally scary.
Kageyama got into a shaking crawl. Crawl, stop. Crawl, stop.
"Damnit!" He thought to himself, tears building in his eyes as he filled his palm with a handful of dirt. "What has he done to deserve this?"
He did not know that it was because of himself. He did not yet acknowledge that Hinata, in fact, was his shelter.
Oikawa figured this out very quickly.
Who wouldn't?
Oikawa charged, a evil glint in his chocolate eyes, dirt groaning under the weight of the vampire.
In a swift motion, Oikawa lunged the blade at him with everything he had, his annoying, perfect teeth reflecting the moonlight.
Hinata closed his eyes, waiting for the solid impact to hit him at full force.
Droplets of blood were splattered on his cheek. The tip of the sword was digging into his chest, his blood staining his shirt.
He opened his eyes, gasping at the sight before him.
Oikawa had not impaled him. He had impaled Yamaguchi.
Standing in front of him, Yamaguchi shuddered, gasping in uneven breaths. Oikawa retracted his blade, in shock, and allowed the dying body to fall before him.
Another shriek pierced the air. Bokuto was falling from the branch, his shock getting the best of him. Akaashi went after him in a graceful dive, thankfully catching the great horned owl before he reached the ground.
"No," Hinata whispered, falling to his knees as endless streams of tears stained his cheeks. "Yamaguchi, don't do this to me."
"Please," He whispered, forcing himself to choke back sobs as his small hands tried to cover the bleeding wound, but no avail. "Why isn't anyone helping?"
Everyone was shaking their heads. Suga, who was compelled to help, had Daichi's hand resting on his arm, restraining him from going any further.
"I-Thank you," Hinata sobbed, his tears falling onto Yamaguchi's freckled face. "For saving me. I really, really wished you hadn't." Hinata bit back a sob, his trembling thumb brushing over Yamaguchi's cheek.
The dying vampire wordlessly nodded, smiling up at him weakly, a trembling hand clutching Hinata's arm like a lifeline.
The ginger cried, letting his sobs echo in the air, his thumb tracing over the vampire's cheek endlessly. Tears fell on Yamaguchi's skin, making him shudder.
"I-I'll stop this," he choked, both hands helplessly covering the huge hole in Yamaguchi's abdomen. "Please, Yamaguchi, stay with me. I-I'll fix this."
Yamaguchi cried through smiling eyes, allowing Hinata to enforce the useless act.
And slowly, very slowly, his grip on Hinata's arm faltered. He closed his eyes, allowing himself to be taken away by the wind.
"Yamaguchi, I'll fix this... Please, stay with me..." Hinata's small hands covered the corpse's bleeding wound through crying eyes, unknown to him that he was gone.
"Please, stay with me..." He cradled the body, sobbing into his chest.
"Stay with me..."
You see, this story brings out an important statement.
History repeats itself.
Through the same sword, two people bled endlessly, for the same purpose.
Revenge.
Fate has a way of bending time and space to etch your stories in the stars. Fate will always have her way.
In this story, you could say...
That fate was artistic.
But nobody appreciated her art. Nobody in this story, at least.
You see, dear reader, I cannot bend time and space. I cannot change this story. I am to read this out to you. Fate is the writer of all stories. Fate has planned this out herself.
Fate, well... She doesn't write happy stories.
I, have taken a bold step to state this gruesome truth. Maybe Fate will bend space and time to change my fate.
Who knows?
We can only hope against hope, and read on.
After all of this, Kageyama could only watch from a distance. How his fortress fell, in a completely different way.
Was this what Oikawa meant?
He stumbled to his feet, staggering forwards, backwards, in whichever direction the wind would take him to.
The wind blew away his tears.
Staggering, stumbling, falling. Eventually he reached Hinata, still crouched over the dead body that was laid before him.
The wind howled, mourning the vampire's death. Everyone bowed their heads as they scrunched back tears.
In time, they had to leave.
People have to forget about the past. It can only bring them down further.
The pool of bright red blood, the sword tinted with red liquid were left behind, forgotten.
After all of this, they had yet to notice that the brightest star in the vast, night sky disappeared.
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Heart hammering in his chest, Oikawa staggered forward, panting heavily as the dull moonlight shone on the dark leaves.
He shuddered as the cold wind blew at his face, tears shimmered in his once cold eyes, blurring his vision.
"Why have I done this?" He lamented, wiping away droplets of sorrowful tears as he walked towards his abode. "Would taking one life avenge my sister?"
He scrunched up his nose, sniffling away tears as he knocked on the front door, hesitating slightly before twisting the knob.
Iwaizumi's attention snapped back to him immediately, his eyebrows raised anxiously. "Shittykawa, where have you be-" He stopped, too shocked for words at the sight in front of him.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asked worriedly, getting up from his comfortable position on his couch to walk towards the brown haired vampire hurriedly.
Iwaizumi clicked his tongue, cupping Oikawa's cheeks with tanned fingers. "You're crying, Oikawa."
A shocked gasp left him, making him lift a finger to touch his wet cheeks. He looked away, biting his lip to choke back a sniffle. "I-I'm not crying."
"Stubborn," Iwaizumi murmured, bringing Oikawa's head into his chest, stroking his hair gently. "There's nothing you can't tell me."
Chocolate eyes leaked salty tears, quickly drenching Iwaizumi's grey shirt. Oikawa hugged him tightly, taking fistfuls of grey cotton in his hands as he muffled his sobs in the other's shirt.
"Why me?" He howled, crying harder than before as he heaved heavily. "Are the gods testing to me? What have I done to deserve such sorrow?"
"Why does it have to be me?"
Iwaizumi tipped back his head, clutching Oikawa's hair tightly in his fist as he cried for him, droplets of clear tears falling on brown hair.
"It'll be okay," Iwaizumi choked, crying into his arm, drenching his tanned skin in salty tears. "Everything will be okay, Tooru."
Oikawa squeezed his eyes shut, howling like an injured wolf as he fell to his knees, sobbing, choking, his tears mixing with Iwaizumi's.
"Everything will be okay..." Iwaizumi sniffed, shutting his eyes as he allowed his tears to fall in streams. "I promise, everything will be okay..."
Oikawa buried his face into the other's shirt, choking on endless sobs, flushed, tear stained cheeks pressing against cotton.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." He choked on his own words, biting his lip until it drew blood. "I'm sorry, Hajime..."
Tell me.
Would a thousand apologies return a life?
Iwaizumi smiled through crying eyes, kneeling on the floor to kiss Oikawa on the forehead, hugging him tightly with strong arms.
"Everything will be alright," Iwaizumi murmured in his ear reassuringly, pressing his wet cheek next to his. "I promise."