A Search For Wings
AN: I’ve been meaning to post my haikyuu stories here but haven’t gotten around to it.
Rating: Teen and up
Fandom: Haikyuu
Relationships: Kagehina, Daisuga, Asanoya, Iwaoi,
Summary: Hina is an angel sent to kill Kage, and Kage is a demon sent to kill Hina. However, the angel has doubts about what he should do, especially as the situation grows stranger, with extremely perceptive humans and oddly timed missions, there must be something more in the works. As their memory twisting unravels, both sides begin to realize more than they should.
Read on AO3: a search for wings
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"Hina, new assignment."
The orange haired 'teen' scrambles from his perch high in the library, dropping the book to the ground a he flutters down from the tall-as-skyscraper shelves.
"Finally! I was getting bored!"
The fellow angel glances around, noticing displacements of books, and sighs with a small smile, knowing Hina had probably read through hundreds of books, "Well, this assignment isn't as fun as you would hope it to be. You're to take human form, Hinata Shoyou, and find a demon named Kage. He will be hidden in a human form as well, but it is vital that you eliminate him. Usual drill, you get one weapon, no showing your form to humans, and remember to blend in. Orders from the higher ups."
"So I have to kill him?" Hina questions, tilting his head slightly with a small frown, "What's he done?"
The other angel shrugs, "Beats me, I'm just the messenger. Anyway, as for the smaller details, you'll have an apartment near the school, here's the keys." Hina easily catches the key chain, eying the set with curiosity.
"What are the others for?"
"One for the club room at school, another is for your locker at the school, and the third will have its uses soon enough," The angel lists, looking off of a piece of paper.
Hina eyes the small key curiously, but doesn't question it. He might be a younger angel, but he knows enough not to question the things given to him.
"Listen Hina," The serious tone in the messengers voice draws Hina's gaze away from the key, eyebrows creasing in something akin to concern. "Kage is a high level demon, we don't have much information for him at all. Informants have tips that he's hunting for an angel as well. We're sending down Noya and Tana once they get back from their own separate missions."
Hina swallows hard, nodding uncertainly, "O-okay, got it." This would only be the seventh demon mission he'd been on, the third he'd ever gone on alone. He'd been on other missions before (more like errands) but he was still considered a new recruit in the demon missions. He has an odd feeling that there's a reason he's the one being sent on the mission, and he doesn't really want to know why.
"And...keep a lookout for any fallen, I've heard that a few have been discovered."
Hina pauses before nodding again. That was essentially code for 'turn the other way like you never saw them'.
And plus...Hina draws away from those thoughts, the loss of his friend still fresh.
The messenger leaves, his work done. He gives a word of good luck before heading back for more messages to carry.
Meanwhile, Hina already knew where he needed to go, and what he had to do. He leaves the library, whispering a goodbye to the books as he closes the door behind him. He heads to his room, tucking his wings close to his body to maneuver easily past others. He'd always loved the dorm-like building used to house angels who reported on missions too often to live where messengers couldn't easily get to them. Plus he had two awesome roommates. Well...there used to be a third.
Hina slaps his face lightly to keep his attention on track before entering his room. Noya and Tana were out on a mission, since they were some of the top fighters in the eighth generation. They took the more dangerous ones, which even though Hina was envious about, he was glad they could take care of them without much problem.
He grabs the gold cylinder sitting by his bed, which easily fits in his hand, and puts it in his pocket. Next is the 'medicine' required to tone down his energy, he wouldn't want to accidentally vaporize any humans. Popping one of the small capsules in his mouth, he pockets the small bottle.
Having gathered all he believed he would need, he wills the floor beneath his feet to not be, allowing him to fall straight through their little spot in the heavens to the doorways through the Universe. Most are blocked off, not allowing anyone to enter or leave, but Earth was always open. He takes a running jump through the portal, relishing in his power for a few more moments before making the drop to earth.
The process of containing his energy inside of a non-vaporizing human form took place on the drop. The medication set in fast, weighing him down and making his wings fade dangerously until he found himself inside of an apartment. The transition between free-falling and a complete stop makes him take a double take.
For a few disorientating seconds, he has to stand there and wait for everything to fade to the back of his mind before he can really move again. He sighs, knowing he was now Hinata Shouyou, a (devastatingly short) orange haired teen.
The worst part of the missions was losing his height. All angels were unnaturally tall, you could almost say ungodly, and when 'condensing the energy' they lost their height, some more than others. For most it depended on their power level, although some of the older generations can control their appearance. Hina can still only change his hair, which he still thinks is fun, but not as fun as being tall. He sighs and decides to explore the small apartment to get his mind off his height. As he walks around, taking note of the uniforms in the closed and the volleyball gear in his room, the information for the mission slowly takes form in his mind. He's a first year at the highschool, and he'd already been there for three and a half months. He was a spiker in the volleyball club-which was surprisingly small for the highschool. Two first years, himself and Yamaguchi. Then there's three second years whose names escape him-he assumes he doesn't talk to them much, and one third...wait, no two third years. Daichi and Sugawara. Hm... something seems odd about that second name, almost familiar. But the first name gives him a slight chill, he feels as though he's heard it before. Brushing past those thoughts, he memorizes his class schedule and practice times, everything was simple as it usually would be. He draws out his weapon, boredly sitting on his bed. The cylinder glows a pale silver before morphing into the eight inch dagger he's accustomed to fighting with. He preferred weapons like daggers, unlike Nishinoya and Tanaka who preferred swords and staffs that could be used diversely. Hina hopes the two are doing well on their missions, they'd both been gone nearly a month. It's late, Hina thinks as he stretches his arms a bit more before moving to change into sleeping clothes that he knows he can find in the dresser. The most disturbing part of accepting the information given to him was the fact that going about these motions to get ready to sleep seemed so normal, like he'd done them all his life. It always caught him off guard. He takes another dose of the medication, in case he tried to fly in his sleep or something (it hadn't been the first time) before forcing himself to sleep early.
Hina rides his bike to and from school, a fact he comes up with as he walks outside of the apartment building and sees the bike rack. He slings his backpack over his shoulder, it has seemingly magically filled with all the materials he needs for the school day. As Hina had expected, his presence was completely normal at the school. His name had appeared on rosters, students had false memories of him being a hyper-active person obsessed with volleyball, everything was as it should be. Until he got to volleyball practice. "Sorry I'm late!" He calls out as he walks into the gym, pulling his shoe more firmly onto his foot and hopping partially into the gym. "Hey Hinata!" Yamaguchi greets, catching the ball he had softly tossed into the air. The second years chime their greetings from across the gym, having been tossing a volleyball between them. However, Hina's eyes narrow as he spots the two third years near the net, obviously having been discussing something when he walked in. The captain, Daichi, has started watching him carefully, eyebrows creased in what he guessed would be confusion. Sugawara had turned around quickly, avoiding eye contact with Hina as the teen walks over to the net. "Stretch Hinata, we're working on spiking again today," Daichi says to him, before returning to his conversation with Sugawara. Hina takes the hint to leave them alone. "Alright!" Hina obeys the captain, walking over near to the wall to stretch out a bit before he jogged around the gym. Yamaguchi walks over, spinning a volleyball in his hands, "The two have been talking since I got here, do you think something's up?" Hinata glances up at Yamaguchi -since he's sitting on the ground- and pauses in stretching his legs. He watches the two third years for a few seconds before shrugging, "Who knows, third years are weird." "I guess that's true, I have a feeling something's up though," Yamaguchi says quietly, with an almost pouting expression on his face. Hinata stands, shaking out his limbs before smiling care-freely, "We'll find out if it's anything important." He starts a few quick laps around the gym before meeting up with Yamaguchi again near the wall. After a few minutes of them loitering around, their upperclassman's conversation ended and Daichi calls them to line up for spikes, which Sugawara sets for them. Hina allows his mind to wander as he runs through the instinctual movements. He actually quite enjoyed volleyball while in his human form, physical activity is only way he can use the limits of his strength in the form. He thinks on his orders, to kill the demon Kage. The demon must've done something to garner the higher-ups attention, something bad. Although, if it was bad, then why hasn't he heard of the instance? A small sigh leaves him as he tries to find an answer to the question. He'd been issued the mission, he has no authority to question it after all. The practice flies by, and Hina is shocked when it's announced over, he'd gotten so lost in his thoughts. He starts to feel how exerted his body is, unused to it's more cumbersome form. He tries not to pay attention to it as he changes back into his regular clothes and grabs his bike. "Good job today Hinata, we'll probably be able to do quicks soon!" Sugawara says to him as Hinata leaves. Hinata grins and nods, "Awesome, I can't wait!" He doesn't bother staying any later, hopping onto his bike and going dangerously fast down the hills. He revels in the speed though, imagining it as flying as the wind rips at his clothing and hair. Another thing he's sad about taking human form, unless if he's heading back up, or down, he can't take his normal form. Which means no flying. He frowns as he walks into his apartment, feeling like he's forgetting something as he sets his bag down and heads to get a shower. Those thoughts are pushed to the back of his mind until he's done his nightly routine, nearly forgotten when he falls asleep.