Hinata often found himself lost in the woods, a bright red hood adorning him.
He skipped around the woods incessantly, trying to find the cabin that’s eluded him many so many times. Distantly aware of the whispers of the woods.
People who braved the journey never come back. There was a monster said to be lurking around on nights of the full moon.
Howls filled the chilly nights in the nearby village, moonlight shining innocently above. Fog would cover every inch of the lush forest, thick and mysterious, beckoning any poor soul to explore it.
Elders would shuffle their young inside, locking them away for the night.
The town had no wolves in the forest. They had long since mapped out every inch of the woods under the safety of sunlight.
There were no wolves.
There were no animals at all...
The morning after the full moon, a search party would go out, looking for the corpse of any misguided person lured into the mist.
They'd find them twisted and mangled, deep claw marks on every inch of their body, laying in a puddle of their own dried blood.
Or strung up on a tree, blood dripping from dirt-caked hair. Maybe if they were in for a treat, they'd only find half the body, guts leaving a trail behind them.
They'd never find the other half of the body.
A werewolf, the elders would say.
"The town is cursed. Nobody knows the origin of it, some say it was a witch, other's say it's the god's punishing us."
"Why don't we just leave, Obaasan?" Hinata remembered asking once.
She just smiled sadly at him, eyes filled with grief.
"If only it were that easy, little one."
Hinata thumbed the pure silver knife tucked securely into his belt. He was not the one being hunted tonight, from now on, people wouldn’t fear the Big Bad Wolf.
They’d learn to fear Little Red Riding Hood.
Stepping past the fog, he realized that it only surrounded the woods a few trees deep. He squinted in the darkness, willing his ears to listen to the sounds of the forest.
It was eerily quiet. No slight buzzing from insects, no rustling of the leaves from the wind.
Nothing.
Every step was careful, taking great care to only place his feet on the soft soil of the earth. He found a sturdy tree and started to climb, pleased that it barely made a sound under his small body.
'Now, I wait,' he thought to himself, readying the blade.
For a moment, he wondered what would happen if he failed. Bigger, stronger people came into the woods equipped with bigger weapons. Guns, hatchets, even swords.
And still, they'd be found the next day torn into shreds, like they never put up a fight at all.
'Am I going to die?'
A sharp snap brought Hinata into reality. A low grumbling sound could be heard, seemingly coming from /everywhere/.
When he looked below it, he was taken aback.
It was a man.
Or more accurately, a boy. A boy that he /knew/.
Under the streams of moonlight peaking from beyond the thick canopy above them, stood Kageyama Tobio.
Except, his arms and legs were coated in silky black hair (fur?) and his face grotesquely misshapen.
His jaw was sharper. Long, jagged canines hung out of his mouth, drool pooling and dripping of the tips. His nose was no longer human, replaced with a wrinkly snout.
Kageyama wasn't even looking at him, yet he could see the unnatural, toxic glow of his eyes.
He looked more muscular than Hinata remembered, his fingers were adorned with razor sharp nails.
He was terrifying, but Hinata wasn't scared. It's not like he knew the boy personally.
If he had a crush on the other from afar, then that didn't matter anymore.
Kageyama was sniffing around, searching for him, he realized. Hinata crouched down, heart hammering in his chest.
'It's just a monster,' he repeated like a mantra, over and over in his head.
He didn't have time to waste, right now he had the upper hand.
The element of surprise could be a powerful thing.
Hinata gripped the hilt of the knife tightly, bracing himself mentally.
Then he jumped, soundlessly pushing himself off the branch.
By the time Kageyama looked up, shock filling his features, it was too late. Hinata drove the blade down into the werewolf's neck, blood gushing out splattering all over his face.
The sickening smell of metal filled the air, accompanies by the sound of gurgling.
White-hot pain filled Hinata's senses as Kageyama's sharp claws slashed deep into his side. He grit his teeth, feeling the end of his hood get torn away as red painted his shirt.
Still, he didn't relent, driving the blade even further.
A shrill scream filled the air, but it wasn't Hinata. He could smell the burning of flesh as the monster reacted to the silver, the old stories had been true.
The werewolf suddenly threw him off, Hinata felt something snap as he hit the floor, biting back a cry of pain.
Kageyama slumped to the floor, trying to grab at his neck. It was in vain, the more he grabbed at it, the more his own sharp claws tore into the sensitive skin.
Hinata held his breath as yellow met brown, stilling at the recognition deep in those eyes.
'It's just a monster.'
he whispered to himself, taking his hood off to tie and put pressure against his waist. He refused to look at the wound, not that he could tear his eyes away from the sight before him.
"..i...nata..w-why?" Kageyama choked out, feautures shifting back to normal.
For a moment, all Hinata could see was a scared boy, he couldn’t remind himself of the countless deaths at the hands of the other.
Right now, he just looked scared, helpless, alone, and in pain.
Then the slumped forward into the ground, unmoving.
The fog was starting to lift, but it didn’t feel like victory. He finally got the nerve to glance down, and then immediately looked away from the /chunk/ missing from his side, fighting down nausea.
His vision started blurring, his last thought before his head hit the dirt was wondering if he’d be the first person to be found alive.
//end..... I Am Sorry.........
left open ended for Hinata's fate! in my mind, he survives hehe
If there was one thing Noya lived for, it was adventure.
He loved the thrill as the air rushed out his lung when he went cliff diving, and the beauty of multicolored tropical fish when he swam meters beneath the surface.
Nothing beat the serenity he felt when shimmers of light surrounded him, like they were from the heavens above.
No, in fact, his love for exploring the ocean became so strong, he'd made it his job.
Live on the submarine was everything he'd wished for. The crew was an eccentric bunch of people, an environment Noya thrived in.