1 Recollections

Chapter 1: Recollections

"Hey Treestock.. how the hell you block so well"

At the time I was annoyed and all I did was stare at him for a few seconds before giving him a response out of annoyance

"It comes with the height"

I wasn't lying when I said that, but it really was just desperation to shut him up.. I never really considered him an enemy nor an ally. He was just another hitter who's spikes always got let down when playing against myself. This was our 3rd match this year, it was only our first year in highschool.. both of our first year in highschool

It really seemed like this was the start of one of those "rivalries" you always hear about from professional sports. Though it seemed like it was one-sided, every time I played against him and his team we'd wipe the floor with them.

That is very much false now because.. well.. At the time the team was good but my team was without a doubt better. Especially with that sick second year as our team's ace.. the guy really freaks me out.

"It couldn't be just that, could it? Every fucking time I play you, you get more blocks then your team has spikes"

"..maybe your spikes just suck"

At that point I was just outright annoyed, he kept persisting even when both of our teams clinched positions in this year's tournament. And funny enough I was able to get mvp of the qualifiers, I say it doesn't affect me much but it does impact my ego a bit.

"You're a prick ya know that?"

"And your an annoying cunt"

"Both our teams are good, you just got lucky these past few times"

He wasn't wrong, though it wasn't luck and we were genuinely a better team. His team was definitely not bad, they had a dangerous setter and hitter duo.. they really could fly when they were at their finest, and damn that libero was annoying.. he is the only libero I think ever who is able to serve and get points just as well as setters and hitters.

I smirked when he said this because it wasn't luck.. they just kept losing because they weren't even as good as us.. at least that's what my ego said to me at the time

"Sure"

"You both suck and are all talk"

Said a voice coming from outside of my locker room, he was a spiky white and purple haired boy.. it was my team's ace at the time, I would proceed to ignore him.. but the Argentinian kid who was yapping like a dog got triggered and went off to talk shit to him..

I let out a sigh just standing there towering over most people besides me.. I was 6"9 at my age while most of my teammates were around 6"0, afterall it was a volleyball team.

The court here was dusty, it wasn't the nicest school, but it was my school so I had to deal with it. It was definitely a better school than my former schools, they were rubbles of their old self. The stands where often filled with some students and parents, my mother didn't often come but when she did I made sure to play my har-

"What are you thinking about?"

My thoughts were cut off by a short man, he had gray hair and gray eyes.. it was the opposing teams setter

"Why would I tell you?"

"Oh no reason"

I really never understood him.. afterall he kinda just stood there after I responded. It's not like I didn't like him, but his personality was so blank and relationship dependent that I just let it be.

We both stood there for a while before I looked back at to where he was standing before he walked off.. he went to go talk to the opposing teams libero.. and he was short

Looking back I saw a pissed off expression from the kid who was nagging at me before, it seemed like my team's ace really got to him.

"Raphael.. I think your ace hitter might be more of an asshole then you"

Thinking back to it now he was wrong

"He's just always horny"

Thinking back to it now I was right

"That's a weird reason.."

He would begin to walk by me as his expression shifted to normal, it was calm.. yet determined. I can feel his words sending shivers down my spine even today

"Raphael, Neirein is going to beat Fuku tech in the finals and I'm going to be the one to score the last point"

I would catch my breath for a moment before I spoke.. it caught be me off guard but just from it I could feel my fingers tingling with excitement

"You wish.. I'll see you there Nico"

He smirked before walking away.. but someone else would call out for me.. it was scratchy.. rotten voice

"Hey dipshit.. get over her-"

"BEEP…. BEEP…. BEEP…. Tap"

Large beaten and torn up hands tapped on the button on top of the clock, Blood red eyes opened from under the covers. Under a dark black blanket in a pitch black room with no windows.. and no light.. a naked woman laid in bed asleep, a man would be next to her. Before he'd stand up and get out of the bed, it was a giant man with a very cut body and frame who had just awoken from what seemed like a bad dream. His muscles were toned and his back was huge and full of scars of his past.. he wouldn't face Neirin in the finals that year.. In his mind all he could think of was the setter's look, that look on his face after he fooled him in the last set.. it hurt.. it hurt so bad.. Why couldn't he just block? Why couldn't he just block like he always could before.. those where games he'd never be able to get back..

walking into a bathroom flipping on one light he looked into the mirror holding onto the side.. a silent rage of hatred for himself and everyone else around him lingered in his gritted teeth and tense face.

The man would stay silent before washing his face in the 1 '000 dollar sink.. he would look up and stare into the mirror looking into his dark.. blood red eyes and his charcoal black hair.. with nothing less but a stare of disgust and hatred..

"Ding"

looking down at his phone sitting on a counter next to the sink face up.. a notification popped up reading

"Hey brother.. The showcase starts later this week. I was wondering if you were going? Mom didn't tell me anything"