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Hinata and Kageyama stood next to the guardrail and watched the lighted city below them. The wind blew at them, but it wasn't cold or oppressive despite them still being in their gym clothes from their late night practice. Rather, it was the kind of warm wind that blows in the nights of late-spring that make you feel so powerful.
Hinata was the first to break the silence. "I wonder how the Little Giant felt the day before finals... I'm super nervous, but isn't it more exciting now?!" He shivered with excitement and looked up at Kageyama.
Kageyama blinked and said nothing. Hinata began to feel like he had said something wrong when Kageyama reached out his fist and held it in mid-air. "We're going to win tomorrow."
"Yeah!" They bumped fists and parted ways, Hinata feeling the heat rise to his face as he walked his bike down the sidewalk.
The longer he walked, the stupider he felt. Man, why did I try and give Kageyama an inspiring speech, dammit? He shuddered thinking how dumb he must've sounded. At least he was nice enough to give me a fist bump.
Second guessing himself and transforming excitement to nervousness was the last thing he needed the night before his match with Shiratorizawa, but he just couldn't help himself.
He was passing through downtown when he finally started to realize how late they had been practicing. Not a single car was in sight. Streetlights flicked from green, to yellow, to red, and to green again to streets of invisible cars. Despite it being lonely, Hinata also found it oddly calming.
Mesmerized with the empty night, it took him a while to notice that he wasn't quite alone. He slowed his steps until only the gentle ticking of his bicycle tires could be heard. His stomach began to twist with fear. He scoped the streets for anyone or anything, but there was nothing to be found. Hearing something at all might help him calm down, but the city remained silent.
Hinata came to a stop. "He-hello?" He stammered, sounding a lot shakier and weaker than he'd hoped. His call yielded no answer, and he began to walk again with a quickened gait.
It wasn't just a feeling anymore; he could hear footsteps behind him. Without looking back he clambered onto his bike and started pushing off, his feet mounting the pedals.
A large figure suddenly stepped out of a narrow alleyway to his left, blocking the path. The man grabbed Hinata's handlebars, and the light of the street lamp finally hit his face. "Yo~ Chibi-chan!"
"The Great King?!" Hinata breathed. He wasn't sure if he should be relieved or not. Oikawa turned Hinata's handlebars and guided the bike into the alleyway none too gently. Hinata was about to protest when Oikawa threw the bike to the ground and slammed Hinata against the wall.
Hinata felt dizzy and kinda like puking. The sound of TV static filled his ears and blocked out the world. For a few seconds he couldn't hear anything at all, but then he began to notice Oikawa was shouting something and the feeling of something wet and warm dribbling down the back of his head. "HEL—" Oikawa pressed his hand over Hinata's mouth and started yelling again. It was big enough to cover over half his face.
"Kindaichi! Get over here! And bring the tape!" Hinata reached up and tried to pry Oikawa's hand off of his mouth as Kindaichi ran in from the street. So that's who had been following me. He tore a strip off and handed it to Oikawa.
Oikawa removed his hand. "KAGEY—" Hinata barely got out in the millisecond before Oikawa pressed the tape over his lips.
"Kageyama, huh? The King of the Court, don't you call him?" He leaned over Hinata with a meanacing grin.
"MMMPPHH!"
He laughed darkly. "Kageyama, that selfish bastard. He uses his players like pawns on a chess board. That's all you are to him. What makes you think he'd come to help you?"
That shut Hinata up. He doesn't need me anyways, does he?
The sound of ripping tape pulled him out of his daze. Kindaichi was handing Oikawa another strip, this one much longer. He was still being pressed into the wall, but not as hard. Oikawa was standing in an awkward postition with his hands busy and Kindaichi was on the other side of the bike. This is my chance.
Hinata kicked Oikawa shin and tried to hop over the bike, but Kindaichi's reflexes were too good. Just like in volleyball, he launched up with his long arms outstretched like he was blocking a spike. The feeling of being hopelessly blocked swept across him. A hand grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back down, his foot landing awkwardly on the bike. Hinata fell to the ground and suddenly they were both on top of him.
"MMMPPHHHH! MMHHGGPPHH!!" Tears started to prick in the corners of Hinata's eyes. Oikawa sat on his stomach and held his wrists above his head on the concrete while Kindaichi prepared a new piece of tape.
"Hand me the roll," said Oikawa, and he took both Hinata's tiny wrists in one large hand and began winding the tape around them with his other. Layer after layer over his bare arms... Hinata winced thinking about trying to take it off later.
Oikawa finally stopped after what seemed like way too many layers. He couldn't even move his arms independently of each other at all. And it hurt really bad when he tried. "Mmmmph.." he whimpered.
He was suddenly scooped up and thrown over Oikawa's shoulder. "Let's get moving," he said to Kindaichi as they approached a small silver car. "Pop the trunk."
"Oh! Uh.." Kindaichi fumbled through a bag looking for a set of keys. Hinata also noticed that they had picked up his own bag, but left his bike in the middle of the alley.
That was the first time he heard Kindaichi say anything tonight, Hinata noticed despite his own fear. Kindaichi seemed pretty nervous too, and was acting really jumpy and looking around a lot.
The trunk opened and Oikawa tossed Hinata inside. "Enjoy the ride, Chibi-chan! Don't worry, I'm a good driver." He gave Hinata a peace-sign and a big smile like he was posing for a picture as he slammed the lid.
His heart was beating so loudly. It was all he could hear. Two slams of the driver and passenger door closing. The engines roar. It's like his mind was in a muddled soup and he just couldn't comprehend anything. I'm being kidnapped. Holy shit. He began sobbing and kicking at the roof of the trunk as they drove. Despite the situation, all Hinata could think of was how he was gonna miss the volleyball match tomorrow.