A/N: EXPLICIT CONTENT in the Chapter.

Swearing/Cursing, Rape, Sexual Activity, Implied Cutting

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This whole chapter is NOT ENTIRELY EXPLICIT. There is still IMPORTANT story portions.

"Shouyou." A deep voice grumbled from behind Shouyou and Natsu. The older ginger spun around, clutching Natsu closer to him. Standing in the doorway was his father, a terrifying man. Luckily a doctor stood not far behind the burly ginger haired man, so Shouyou's dad could not hurt him.

"Dad." Shouyou muttered, eye furrowed. He hesitantly looked in between the doctor and his father. There would probably be a funeral service that was to be discussed. The man glared at the high schooler as he stalked into the room. As normal as possible--as to not raise any suspicion with the accompanying doctor--Shouyou's dad placed a thick hand over his son's left shoulder. And he squeezed, tightly. Shouyou knew that he was pissed. Him and Natsu were not supposed to visit their mom. Adding on to the fact that they snuck out this morning, without telling their father. Shouyou knew punishment would come later.

"Are you alright?" The tall ginger questioned, almost reluctantly. But Shouyou rapidly nodded his head to prevent any unnecessary conversation. "I'm sorry you and Natsu have to go through this. It's traumatic. Why don't you two wait out in the lobby, so I can take care of everything here." He suggested, painfully squeezing Shouyou's shoulder. His nails digging into Shouyou's skin, even through the thickness of the teen's t-shirt.

Shouyou didn't hesitate to respond. His father hated hesitation. He answered with a quiet 'yes' that was clearly laced with fear--at least that's what he thought. But the doctor seemed to have mistaken that fear for shock and mourning. In a sense, he wasn't wrong. Shouyou quickly scurried out of the room, with Natsu curled in his grasp. He was led back to the waiting room by a nurse and was left to wait for his dad to come back. "Nii-chan?" Natsu croaked, the sound muffled into his neck. Shouyou hummed in response. "What's going to happen now?"

The question baffled Shouyou because he wasn't sure. He didn't know what was going to happen; not exactly at least. The ginger haired teen did have an idea though, and the near future didn't look very promising. "Dad's probably going to get full custody of us." Shouyou said quietly. He despised that idea. He didn't want to spend anymore time around this man, especially with Natsu under the same roof. She would become a constant use to threaten Shouyou.

"So daddy's still gonna hurt you?" She whispered quietly, so only her brother could hear her. Shouyou nodded into her hair.

"Probably."

"I don't want that." Natsu sniffled, wrapping her arms tighter around the elder's neck. Shouyou tightened his grip around her as well.

"Neither do I," The high schooler admitted. "But I'll do whatever it takes to keep you out of harm's way, so you have to listen to me. Okay?"

"'Kay." The girl responded.

Shouyou kissed his sister's temple. "Now go to sleep Natsu. It's been a long day." He hummed, slowly lulling his baby sister to sleep. Natsu snored ever so quietly, her breath hot against Shouyou's neck.

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Shouyou wasn't sure how long he waited, but finally his dad came out from wherever he had went with the doctor. The two men shook hands and next thing Shouyou knew was that the older ginger was making his way toward Shouyou and Natsu. Shouyou tiredly stood up. No words were exchanged, as the teen followed his dad out of the hospital. Shouyou didn't realize how long he's been confined in the hospital that day. Shouyou had arrived at the hospital sometime that late morning, maybe around ten o'clock. But now the sun was already setting, hiding behind distant hills and leaving a pink, blue, purple, and orange hue in it's wake.

Silently, the broken family gathered into the car the Shouyou's dad had drove down to Miyagi Hospital. The ride was silent. No words needed to be said for Shouyou to feel the heated rage that rolled of his dad's body in thick waves. He held the sleeping Natsu tighter to him, only staring straight ahead. Shouyou didn't dare to make eye contact with his dad right now. That would be almost certain death.

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Tanaka was at home. He had come back from morning practice a few hours ago. He'd spent another hour in his room, attempting to do his school work. But that had ended in utter failure. Tanaka's thoughts were too muddled and confused. All he could think about was the worrying absence of Hinata that morning. From over hearing Daichi and Tsukishima's conversation before practice, it was clear that something about Hinata was troubling the third years--and the blond middle blocker (surprisingly). That alone cause Tanaka to worry even more than he was before. Now, the thought of something terrible happening to Hinata would leave his head.

In a sad attempt to clear his head, Tanaka made his way downstairs. As he came into his living room, the couch was all too tempting and Tanaka couldn't help but to collapse over the couch. The second year groaned into the soft cushion, his legs dangling over the armrest. "Ryu, is that you?" A girlish voice called from the kitchen. A young woman with short blonde hair and rounded brown eyes stepped into the now occupied living room. "Ryu? What are you doing?" The woman asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Nee-san." Tanaka whined, rolling to sit up. The frown on the high schooler's face made it easy to see that something was wrong.

"What's wrong Ryu?" The woman, Saeko, questioned. She sat beside her brother, eyebrows furrowed with slight worry. This was Tanaka after all. He was an overall energetic and boisterous person. Today, though Tanaka seemed to be in a bad mood. More like, Tanaka was having an off day. So Saeko comfortingly placed her hand on her younger brother's shoulder to get him to relax a bit.

"It's Hinata." Tanaka frowned, scrunching his eyebrows at the suddenly forbidden name.

"Hinata? The little ginger spitfire, right?" Saeko questioned. She received a subtle nod from Tanaka. "What about him?"

Tanaka sighed, leaning forward and pressing his elbows into his knees. He ran his hands over his head and sighed. "The past couple of weeks, Hinata's been weird. Like, scary weird. It's got the whole team on edge."

Saeko frowned upon hearing this. She's met Hinata before. When she had driven the ginger and the other kid down to Tokyo to get the two to their training camp. Hinata was a fun and amusing kid. In a way, he was like a second brother to Saeko. Even though she's only seen him once. "What's weird about him?" Saeko hesitated just a bit.

"He's not himself anymore." Tanaka stated slowly, as if he himself was unsure. "He's not jumping around or yelling. Hell, I can't even remember the last time Hinata smiled." Tanaka's voice cracked at the last sentence. "He stopped talking to the team, to his classmates. He was pulled off of the starting lineup because he's been coming to school exhausted. It gets worse everyday. The circles under his eyes and his skin get paler everyday." Saeko gasped, but Tanaka continued to speak. "And earlier this week, we found his body all bruised up and-and..It was horrible. Like, who'd hurt Hinata like that?"

"Ryu.."

"It's infuriating because after that, Hinata just fled. He ran away and we couldn't get ahold of him. The next day he came to school like nothing happened. Like we hadn't just caught him with his torso all bloodied and bruised. And none of us could bring ourselves to ask how he'd gotten them." Tears flooded over Tanaka's cheeks and his voice cracked with every other word. Saeko pulled her brother into her, running her right hand over his head and cheek. "But the third years seem to know something. They won't tell the rest of us thought. Something about what they think being assumptions. I get that though. I-I just want Hinata back. I'm worried for him, nee-san. H-he won't talk to me though. H-he just--"

"Shh, Ryu." Saeko hushed her brother. She hummed and let Tanaka cry into her shoulder. Usually she would tell her brother to man up and do something. But she wouldn't say that this time because this wasn't the time. Her brother was hurting and needed to vent, and she would be there for him to lean on.

It took more than a few minutes for Tanaka to calm down again. His stressful cries reducing down into slow and long breaths of air. It was quiet between the two siblings for another minute. "Hey." Saeko started, "You okay now?"

"Yeah, I guess." Tanaka muttered.

"I'm sorry about what's happening with your friend." Saeko whispered. "But you can't force him to tell you something he's not ready to share."

Tanaka leaned away and looked at his sister. "I know that. But I feel so useless. I can't do anything to help him and he's suffering by himself."

Saeko turned and gripped Tanaka's face in between her two hands. "I know it's hard Ryu, but the best thing you can do right now is make sure he know that he has someone to go to when he's ready." The young woman stated. "Often times that's where people go wrong. They're too caught up worry about what could happen, that they forget to act. And when the person suffering is ready to tell someone, no one is there for them." Saeko smiled, "So be sure that Hinata knows you're there for him. Okay?"

"Yes, nee-san." Tanaka smiled back. "Thanks."

"No problem, little bro." Saeko chuckled, and stood. "I'm making dinner right now. Why don't you pick us up some dessert for after?" She suggested with a cheeky grin. Tanaka rolled his eyes and stood.

"Then lend me some money." He grinned at the blonde haired girl.

"Ah, you little brat." Saeko reached up to pinch Tanaka's cheek. She sighed and turned to her back that sat on the living room table. "Here."

Tanaka took the money that was offered to him and grabbed his coat. "I'll be back soon then."

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Tanaka walked down to the closest convenience store to his home. The little chime went off as the automatic doors slid open. Instantly, Tanaka was hit by a wave of cool air. He thanked god that he remembered to grab his jacket before leaving his place. Tanaka walked further into the little mart and toward the back where the drinks and ice creams were.

As Tanaka was conflicted by which kind of ice cream he should get, the store chime went off again when more people entered the store. Tanaka didn't bother to turn. He was currently conflicted between choosing two different ice creams. One was strawberry, which was Saeko's favorite, and the other was mango, Tanaka's favorite. After a quick self-debate and recounting his money, Tanaka just decided to get both. He opened the fridge to pull the snacks out when someone bumped into him.

"Sorry 'bout that." A gruff voice spoke. Tanaka turned and shook his head. Passing by him were three men that were heading toward the alcohol. One of them was wearing a blood red t-shirt, black jeans, and a black leather jacket. Another was where a plain white t-shirt and regular blue jeans. And the third had a yellow tank top with green letters that spelt out something provocative in English, and tan khakis. Tanaka shrugged his shoulders and went to pull out his desired snacks again. He gathered the two tubs of ice cream into his arms and winced at the cold touching his forearms.

The second year was about to make his way toward the cash register to pay for his items, when he heard something disturbing from the three men in the alcohol aisle. "Yeah, Hinata said he'd let us see his new favorite toy." Tanaka stopped to blink. He paused in the chip aisle, trying to make it look like he was still browsing, as he eavesdropped on the adult's conversation. Lately he's been doing this a lot. "Said it was real good, and compliant." The one in the white continued.

"Can't wait to punish them. Hinata said they'd been breaking the rules lately." The one in yellow smirked.

"That's the thing about kids these days. They don't listen to their parents and think they know everything. Fucking little shits." The one in red growled, grabbing a case of beer from the fridge.

"Hey, more fun for us right? Especially since Hinata's offering. The guy was always a dick. Never liked sharing." The man in yellow crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes.

"Well there's a first for everything." The one in white shrugged. "We better start heading over."

With that, the three men bought their beer and left.

Tanaka blanched, stepping out from behind the aisle he was taking cover in. Quickly, he made his purchases and tried to see if he could spot those three men. They didn't get far, only around the corner from the convenience store. Tanaka tried to be as discreet as possible, following those suspicious men. It made him feel even worse when he noticed the direction they were heading.

It was up the steep hill, where Hinata traveled home everyday.

Something didn't sit right with Tanaka. And he pulled out his phone, snapping quick pictures of the three guys. And it was only minutes later did Tanaka's stomach drop. The three men disappeared into Hinata's house. Now he, himself, has never been to his auburn haired junior's house, but it wasn't exactly hard to figure out that the house he was standing in front of was Hinata's. Especially since the surname was tagged on the house's mailbox. As quick as he could, Tanaka snapped a picture of the three men entering Hinata's house and of a ginger haired man that had answered the door.

He ducked away and ran back home. He had some calls to make.

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As the Hinata's arrived at home, the first year teen boy carried his younger sister upstairs to his room. He laid down Natsu upon his bed and tucked her in tightly under his white comforter. Leaning down, he placed a lingering kiss amongst her forehead. Once Shouyou was sure that she would not stir from her slumber, he exited his room. Shouyou went back downstairs, where his dad was most likely waiting in the living room with an already opened bottle of beer. It was better for Shouyou to go get his punishment now, rather than having his dad come find him because then the punishment you just be even worse.

Shouyou stepped into his living room, only to see that his dad wasn't around. There was a loud slam from behind Shouyou, who practically jumped out of his skin. There were repeated thunks that came from the direction of the kitchen, and Shouyou was hesitant to investigate the sound. The teen slowly walked toward his kitchen, toward the loud grunts that turned into soul-shattering screams. Before Shouyou could enter the kitchen, there was a loud knocking on the front door. Shouyou was shoved into the wall, as his father pushed past him and to the door. Shouyou winced, rubbing his lower back and shoulders. The teen shivered. Shouyou had a bad feeling, as his dad pulled the front door open. Shouyou's dad grunted, before he laughed sinisterly and opening the door wider.

Shouyou froze. Three other men entered his home. They were big and muscular. And Shouyou definitely didn't trust those malicious smirks that stretched across their lips as they laid eyes on him. Shouyou flinched, turning his eyes to the ground. Somewhere in the back of his head, he knew that this was his punishment. The four men chattered and laughed for a moment. "Shouyou." Said boy flinched again and caught the hazel eyes of his dad staring at him. "Get us some beers, will you?" The older ginger grunted, leading his friends into the living room. Shouyou bit his lip, quickly turning to the kitchen.

The teen opened the recently bought, stainless steel refrigerator. What was inside didn't shock Shouyou. There was little to no food within the fridge. The shelves were stacked and tightly packed with different beers, both in the cans and in the bottles. Shouyou didn't know what to grab, so he took four of the bottles that were closest. He shut the fridge with his shoulder, and scurried into the living room. He found his dad chatting loudly about something that Shouyou didn't necessarily care about. So he tuned them out. Shouyou moved to the small living room table that sat caged in between three couches and the entertainment stand. The young high school student set the four bottle on the table, one in front of his father and each of the three other men.

"So I heard about your mom, kid." Shouyou jumped at the voice that was suddenly addressing him. Shouyou turned ever so slowly toward the man behind him. Excluding his own father, this man was the tallest. When Shouyou fully faced the man with shaggy brown hair and a loose red t-shirt, Shouyou froze at how the man's eyes darkened into something similar to lust. "Sorry to hear about that."

"It's fine.." Shouyou managed to mutter, turning away from the adult. The teen turned to exist his living room, hoping that his punishment would be forgotten since his father's friends were over tonight.

"Don't think I forgot about you, Shouyou." The familiar gruff voice of the eldest Hinata rang. Shouyou stopped stiff, going rigid and a quick chill running down his spine. "You broke the rules again." Shouyou's dad continued. Suddenly, the ginger haired boy felt his father's unforgettable presence directly behind him. "I keep warning you, and punishing you. Still, no matter how much I do that, you don't seem to get the point. So, I asked some of my friends here to help me with your punishment." Shouyou bit his lips and tears welled up in his eyes. He knew it after all. He knew he wasn't lucky enough for his father to forget. Shouyou turned around to face the father he's never known, who was towering over him.

Shouyou couldn't even form words at this point. He tried his best to ask his father for forgiveness, but the words couldn't make it past his lips. His vision blurred as his father moved away from his and three other figures took his place. Hands reached out, grabbing his arms, wrists, and hair. Whimpers were the only noise that escaped from Shouyou's mouth. But even as his shirt was harshly torn from his body, all the ginger could hope for was that Natsu wouldn't wake up. He didn't want his sister to hear anything that happened tonight.

"Wah." A voice sighed, as fingers wrapped around Shouyou's cheeks. "You have such a pretty face for a boy. You're almost like a little girl." The man chuckled. He was the shortest of the four men in the room, wearing a yellow tank top with some unreadable green print across the chest. "I can almost imagine you as a girl. A pretty little high school girl with those pretty pink lips around my cock." At that, he pressed an open mouthed kiss to Shouyou's lips. The ginger teen flinched and struggled against the man's tight grip.

To Shouyou's right was a groan, it had come from the last man of the three unexpected guests, with messy black hair and a white t-shirt. But Shouyou's attention couldn't be averted to him, as the man in the yellow tank top pushed his tongue into Shouyou's mouth. Shouyou wanted to gag as the hot muscle pressed against the roof of his mouth and the insides of his cheeks. Two other pairs of hands roamed across Shouyou's bare chest, brushing over his hardened nipples and his stomach. Each and every one of their hands were rough and calloused and much bigger than Shouyou's own hands. They shamelessly groped and tugged, roaming their thick, stubby fingers over Shouyou's pale skin. Tears pricked at the corners of the red headed boy's brown colored eyes.

The body of the man in the red t-shirt pressed his chest to Shouyou's back, nipping at the outer shell of the teen's left ear. His breath was hot, and smelled rancid. Shouyou cringed, shutting his eyes tight. The man's hands traveled up the boy's body and pressed his fingers into the divots between Shouyou's ribcage. His hands stopped to pull, pinch, and press on Shouyou's nipples. The gingers squirmed. Another pair of hands--the man in white--felt their way down to the hem of Hinata's sweats. "Look how hard you already are, kid." The wretched man snickered, and forcefully tugged down the elastic of the pants. Shouyou was left in his boxers, but the paper towels that covered his cuts had fallen to the floor. And the man laughed loudly. "Look! The kid cut himself!"

Suddenly each of the strangers bellowed, their laughs bouncing off the walls. "Your son's such a pussy!" The man in yellow cackled, looking back at the amber haired man that was lazily draped across his couch, pants down and stroking himself. The older Hinata snorted in acknowledgement.

"Awe, guys. You made the kid cry." The man in red grabbed Shouyou's tear streaked cheeks and tilted the teen's head back. "Looks like we hurt the kid's feelings."

"Don't worry boy. We'll make you feel good in a sec." The one in white spoke nonchalantly, as he stood up. "Get to your knees kid. Imma teach you how to give a proper blowjob." The man in yellow grabbed Shouyou's shoulder and pushed him down to his knees. Shouyou groaned, staring up at the three men with wide, fearful eyes.

"Damn, he's pretty cute when he's terrified." One said and the others agreed. Without any warning, the one in white shoved his cock through Shouyou's gasping, parted lips. The boy gagged around the thick girth of the dick in his mouth. And the tears started again. The man started thrusting roughly, grabbing the back of Shouyou's head and pulling the teen into every thrust. "Fuck. So good." The man in white groaned and tilted his head back, consumed by the pleasure.

"Fucker. Don't keep all the fun to yourself." The one in red complained, with a hard punch to the latter's shoulder.

The one in yellow rolled his eyes and pulled Shouyou's hips to stand. "You two can argue over the hole over there. I'll be taking this." He grinned, palms pressed flat against Shouyou's ass. "Damn." He pulled his right hand back and landed a harsh smack to the pale skin. Almost instantly, a red hue in the shape of a hand began to appear. Shouyou whined and groaned over the cock of the man in the red t-shirt. The man moaned loudly, pulling the ginger haired boy's face closer and coming. The man in yellow continued to smack Shouyou with a wide, sadistic grin spread across his lips. Once he was satisfied by the bright red of Shouyou's ass, he lined himself up and thrust forward in a quick motion.

Shouyou's scream was muffled, but loud nonetheless.

"Shut the fuck up Shouyou!!" The boy's father growled, hand still wrapped around himself. His piercing blue eyes were narrowed dangerously at Shouyou. But the teen didn't notice, with his eyes clamped shut. The thrusts continued, fucking Shouyou into the man in front of him.

At that moment, Shouyou wanted to kill himself. He didn't want to be alive anymore. If this was all that awaited him with each passing day, Shouyou didn't want to be on Earth anymore. The only reason he was putting up with all of this was because of Natsu's sake. He didn't want his father, or these disgusting men laying their hands on his baby sister. But just for a second, Shouyou forgot about Natsu. He was suffering so much, that he forgot about his reason. All he wanted to do was kill himself. His mind was set on that.

Hinata Shouyou was done with being alive.

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Shouyou had blacked out at some point. He didn't remember much details of what happened--thank god. But he did remember the overall forbidden acts that taken place. He groaned when his body twitched. It was painful to move. The auburn haired child looked around the dark room; he was still in his living room, on the cold, hard floor. It was then that Shouyou felt the sticky liquid that he lie in, as well as covered him. It was disgusting. Shouyou moved his fingers. Then his arms. Until he could lift his upper body out of the mess beneath him.

He looked around his living room. It was dark and empty. His dad was nowhere to be seen, and neither were the other three. Shouyou thanked his lucky star. He didn't want to deal with any other them wanting to go another several rounds. Shouyou looked at the clock on the wall, counting in his head. It was thirty minutes after midnight.

How long had he been passed out?

Shouyou didn't bother trying to figure it out. Instead he struggled to pull himself up onto his feet. Shouyou whimpered at the excruciating pain that shot up his spine. He stumbled and dropped to his knee and a dull thump. Tears formed and blurred the dark room into a mass of murky colors. Shouyou had to bite his lip in order to keep the painful cries from escaping. He regulated his breathing, taking in one slow puff of air at a time. When Shouyou was confident that he could stand again without falling, he moved to support himself onto his hands. Then Shouyu lifted himself onto his feet. And as slowly as possible, Shouyou stood. The pain shot up his back again, but this time he was prepared and didn't collapse.

Cold air blew past Shouyou's bare body and he shivered. Not bothering with the mess of thick white liquid on the floor, Shouyou moved to the stairs. Slowly. Painfully. It was agonizing. It hurt so much that Shouyou had to do a number of breathing exercises in between each step. Eventually, though, the teen made it to the top of the stairs. He glanced toward his room. The door was shut and seemingly unbothered. Shouyou relaxed a bit. And as much as he wanted to really check and make sure that Natsu was okay, Shouyou made his way to the bathroom. He grabbed his towel and lightly wiped his body. The smell was unbearable and Shouyou had to crinkle his nose.

He tried to keep himself from looking in the mirror, but before he could stop himself, Shouyou had already met the eyes of his reflection. Shouyou clenched his jaw, wincing from the momentary pain. Bruises were everywhere. It wasn't really surprising, but Shouyou blanched at the sight of himself. He was covered in black, green, and purple spots. The parts that weren't bruised were a bright red color instead, probably from open-handed slapping or biting. Then there was his hair, stuck together in clumps from dried cum.

At that moment, Hinata craved the pain that he inflicted at the hospital. The sting in his hip had disappeared, covered up by the fact that his whole body was aching. Hinata craved to relish in that little moment of self control again. Almost like he was in a trance, Hinata dug around under the bathroom sink. He looked for anything sharp that could possibly help satisfy this odd craving. It took a minute, but all the way in the back of the cupboard was a pack of razors. Shouyou barely noticed the small smile that had stretched across his lips as he worked his way to stand again.

Before Shouyou could open the pack, there was a creaking of a door from down the hallway. Instantly Shouyou froze, thinking that it was his dad. "Nii-chan?" A tiny, tired voice whispered into the dark hall. Shouyou was relieved that it was only his sister. He poked his head out into the hallway, seeing Natsu stand in the doorway of his bedroom.

"It's me, Natsu." Shouyou announced in a hushed voice.

Natsu went to moved toward her older brother, but Shouyou was quick to stop her. "What's wrong, Nii-chan?" The young girl frowned, jutting her bottom lip out.

"Nothing Natsu. I haven't changed my clothes." Shouyou answered carefully. "Can you bring me a new pair please?" Natsu tilted her head, before nodding. Her tiny figure disappeared back into Shouyou's room. Shouyou backed away from the door and looked down at the pack of razors in his hands. The temptation was still there. Shouyou silently debated with himself. Instead he settled for opening the new pack and taking one to tuck away for later use.

Just as Shouyou had put the pack away, there was a quiet call of his name from just outside the bathroom door. Shouyou turned away from the razor that sat on the sink counter and cracked the door open. Natsu stood out in the dark hallway, eyes shut tight and her arms extended with Shouyou's clothes in her grip. "After I'm done changing Natsu, let's leave." Shouyou suggested, taking his clothes. Natsu slowly opened her right eye, and peeked up at her older brother.

"Leave?" She whispered.

"Yeah." Shouyou smiled softly. "Leave. Leave here."

"To go where, Nii-chan?" The young child questioned.

"Anywhere, but here." Shouyou had answered, before retreating to pull his clothes on.

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Shouyou had done it.

He had left the house.

It was too late to turn back. Their house had long disappeared into the night. When Shouyou and Natsu had left, it had been almost one thirty in the morning. Both of the Hinata children had a backpack strapped to their backs, packed with bare necessities--like a few clothes and toiletries. Natsu had also taken the pictures she'd drawn for her mom and brother, along with two of her favorite toys that her two family member had bought for her.

Shouyou had no idea where he was leading his sister. He had no clue where to go. The two siblings were just walking. And with every step Shouyou took, it was like a giant weight lifting off of his shoulders. And at the same time, it was his legs threatening to buckle underneath him. With a pained sigh, Shouyou gripped Natsu's hand tighter. "Are you sure you're okay, Nii-chan?" The small girl asked her older brother. Shouyou gave her a tight lipped smile and waver her off, too busy concentrating on his breathing. "Should we stop?" Natsu tried again, but Shouyou shook his head. "Nii-chan." The girl whined with worry lacing her voice.

"I'm fine Natsu." Shouyou tried to reassure his sister, but the girl wasn't having it.

Natsu started to cry. "No you're not Nii-chan! You're hurt!" She crossed her arms and stomped her feet. "You're hurt because you're always protecting me, nii-chan!"

Shouyou froze, staring down at his sister with eyes blown wide. "N-Natsu.." But the girl kept crying. She spoke words that became incoherent due to her loud bawling. "Hey, hey. It's okay." Shouyou struggled to kneel in front of his baby sister. He ran his fingers through her hair and hummed when she leaned into his touch. "I protect you because it's my job as your big brother. Isn't it?"

Natsu shook her head. "But you're too hurt."

Shouyou smiled. "Because I don't want to see you hurt, Natsu." Natsu wrapped her arms around her brother's neck and sobbed into him. She whined and sputtered out pointless 'I'm sorry's, to which Shouyou responded by petting her hair and kissing her temple. He shushed her, until her crying quieted. Shouyou leaned back and grinned as best as he could. "Better?" he asked.

"Better." Natsu gave a shaky smile and nodded her head.

"Good. Let's get go--" Shouyou stopped midway and nausea flooded over him. His head started to hurt and his vision blurred in and out.

Then the world started tilting.

"Nii-chan!!"

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