AN: This is an Alternate AU from the original Haikyu, but it follows somewhat the main attitudes of the characters and etc, no gender bending. These are the same characters you know and love just a different storyline :)

It goes into Kageyama's backround a little bit in this chapter and kinda gives a reason why he is always frowning...

Yeah, don't hate me. I'm updating as fast as possible, considering I'm a very busy college student!

The squeak of shoes on the ground, the smell of sweat, air salonpas, and ambition, the feel of the ball leaving his palm. It was all so right, so perfect. He had calculated exactly where the ball would go, whose hands it would touch next. While he was on the court, he was alive. He was a god.

It wasn't until he heard the ball hit the court that he realized. The whistle of the referee, the flipping of the scoreboard in the opponents favor. It couldn't be right. Kageyama's eyes shook while he slowly turned around, eyes wide with fear. Behind him was no one, only a ball slowly bouncing and rolling across the empty court. The cheering stopped, the smells dissipated, and when Kageyama turned his head and looked, the entire court was empty. Everyone had disappeared. He fell to his knees, head in hand, eyes watering.

How can I be a god if there is no one here?

I'm only King of the court by default now.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh". The shower felt so good after the kind of day he had. He had finally managed to secure himself a place in a high school in the country with a volleyball scholarship. He was not exceptionally gifted in schoolwork, with the exception of physics of motion, and as such he was limited in schools he could get into. Because of his mess up in junior high, most of his volleyball scholarships had been rescinded and so his family had to pay for him to go to high school at the local college, which he had attended for the first two semesters of Junior High. Despite Kageyama being the "King of the Court" in volleyball, in real life his family had very little money. It was a volleyball scholarship that paid for him to go to a powerhouse like Kitagawa Daichii, and he had hoped that a volleyball scholarship would have gotten him through the rest of his education as well. Not only was Kageyama's family poor, but they also disliked him a lot. He lived with his father and his stepmother. His mother had left him with his father at a very young age and left, and because he looked like his mother, his father hated him. Maybe he blamed Kageyama for what happened. Regardless, his treatment of his son was regularly less than kind. His stepmother also disliked him, because she did not like that he wasn't her child. He constantly felt like a visitor in his own home.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The sound of knocking echoed through the bathroom.

"Hey boy! Get out of the shower. I need to use the bathroom." Kageyama's father called out.

"Yes, Father." Kageyama called as he turned off the water and pulled a towel off of the towel rack next to the shower. He quickly dried his hair and wrapped the towel around his waist.

"Come on! I don't have all day! Are you putting on your makeup or something?!"

Kageyama pulled open the door, shivering at the cool air outside of the bathroom.

"I'm sorry I took so long." Kageyama looked towards the floor and began to try getting around his father, who was blocking the doorway. His father grabbed Kageyama by his head and pushed it down.

"Bow when you apologize to your superiors, you no good bastard." He growled before pushing Kageyama away and entering the bathroom behind him. Kageyama hit the wall heavily before going down the hall and into his room. Upon entering the room, he pulled on a pair of boxers and a red shirt that said 'Bluster's Real Ice Cream' on it. He collapsed on the bed and looked at the clock. He had about an hour before he needed to leave and go to work for the night. He looked around the almost bare room. One wouldn't be surprised to see the room of a kid packed up and ready to leave home as bare, but in Kageyama's situation the only things he physically owned was his Kitagawa Daichii uniform, his work clothes, a few pairs of jeans, an mp3 player, and a few free t-shirts advertising various venues. That and his volleyball stuff. He owned very little, but he didn't mind. He didn't find possessions to be very important in the long run, and preferred to use his money buying necessary items, like clothes and food. He had just purchased a cell phone online to take with him to his new school in the hopes of making friends and was awaiting it eagerly as it would be one of his first possessions that was not a clothing item or volleyball related.

Kageyama yawned and set his alarm clock to wake him up in 45 minutes. He relied on cat-naps like these to get through the week. His schedule was very hectic. He got up at 5 am and was at school by 6 for morning practice. School started at 8, and ended at 330, and then he went to afternoon practice until 5. Afterwards he would go to work and work 6 until midnight. This left him extremely tired most of the time, and left him with very little time to study. It did effectively keep him out of the house most of the time, which was one of his main goals. Exhausted, Kageyama succumbed to the emptiness of sleep.

"Beep. Beep. Beep", Kageyama's alarm blared loudly. Kageyama stretched and yawned, longing to stay in bed all night. He had been lucky enough that volleyball practice was over and he could catch some sleep, but realized that he had better get up. He really needed his job to support him until he could get a new job at his new high school next week, and so every shift was vital for his savings account. Fortunately, it was his last shift. Kageyama sat up and picked up the black pants that had been perfectly folded on the corner of his bed (the only piece of furniture in the room). He slipped them on, along with his socks and converses. He grabbed his visor (the annoying red one that every Blusters worker had to wear) and his wallet before rushing out of the door.

The air was cold and brisk, it being December and all. He was glad he had grabbed his coat on the way out. It was about a 20 minute walk from his house to the Bluster's he worked at, and he would not have enjoyed that walk in a t-shirt. Kageyama slipped on some headphones and began to blast alternative rock into his ears as he walked towards his place of work. He kept his head down as he walked, avoiding eye contact and trying not to bring attention to himself. None of his school mates in high school or in college had known he worked at an ice cream store and he would prefer to keep it that way.

He arrived at work quickly and clocked in. He was working with Eddie, a boy that he was sure was constantly high. He had offered Kageyama weed once, and he had almost agreed until he remembered that volleyball was his only shot at getting out of his house. He wouldn't want something as stupid as a failed drug test to ruin his chances at getting a scholarship.

"Hey Tobio-chan!" Eddie called out, waving. Kageyama huffed and looked away.

"How many times have I told you, I would prefer that you call me Kageyama." He replied before opening the order window.

"Huh, and so enters the King." Eddie commented before turning towards the window. "Welcome to Bluster's! Can I interest you in an ice cream sundae for half off today?" Eddie had a customer to distract him, but no one had approached Kageyama's window yet. He shot Eddie a warning glare about the 'King' comment, but let it go and began restocking the toppings by the blast and milkshake machines.

"Kageyama, there's a customer at your window." Eddie called out. Kageyama turned and walked towards the window, carefully maneuvering around ice cream cabinets. Upon reaching the window, Kageyama began pulling napkins out from under his counter and placed them up on top.

"Welcome to Bluster's, where the Ice Cream is made fresh daily. How can I help you?" He asked without having looked up yet.

"Wow, this is a special treat. I've never been served by royalty before." A very familiar voice commented smugly. Kageyama's head shot up. Standing before him was Tooru Oikawa, his former senpai from Kitagawa Daichii's volleyball team, and a girl that Kageyama assumed was his newest toy. He always was a ladies man.

"Hello, Oikawa." Kageyama greeted awkwardly and then nodded to the girl he was with. "Hello."

"Oh, allow me to introduce you two. Kageyama, this is Nagisa. Nagisa, this is the fallen "king of the court", Kageyama." Oikawa introduced the two. They both nodded at each other.

"Nagisa, why don't you decide what you want while I talk to Kageyama here." Oikawa prodded. She smiled and walked back to look at the menu posted above the window.

"You know, I never expected to find you here of all places. I mean, you haven't exactly been a part of the volleyball world recently. You just fell off the face of the planet." Oikawa smiled,

"Of course, every King's reign must end at some point. But to see that you've fallen so low is just ridiculous. What are you now? A peasant?" He laughed. Kageyama scowled.

"I've been focusing on my studies rather than sports." Kageyama retorted. Oikawa laughed even harder.

"Oh please! If I know you, which I feel confident that I do, you got denied from every school you applied to because of your reputation as being a dictator. I bet you are going to some local state school, and playing volleyball at some recreation center that occaisionally has skirmishes with other, equally shitty recreation centers." Kageyama ground his teeth.

"I can tell by your face that I've hit the nail on the head. Oh poor poor Kageyama. Why are you working here, though? Could it be that you can't afford the local school, peasant?" Oikawa teased.

"No, I'm working here so that I can go to Karasuno next semester." Kageyama growled, "When I get back on a team that can apply for inter-high tournaments, we will see who is a peasant."

"Karasuno, eh? I've heard of them. The un-flying crows they call them. You do remember that you can't play volleyball all by yourself right? I would have thought the final game of junior high would have taught you that lesson. Of course, you do strike me as being the dense type, so I may be expecting too much from you."

Seething, Kageyama clenched his fists under the counter and tried to calm himself. He could literally hear crackles emanating from his body, fueled by rage.

"Look, Oikawa. Are you going to buy anything or are you only here to harass me?" Kageyama asked.

"Like I said, I was surprised to find you working here, so your accusation that I purposely came here to harass you is completely unfounded. But I guess I will order something. Nagisa, are you ready?"

She nodded and whispered something to Oikawa. He smiled,

"How about we get two extra-large, extra-thick, chocolate milkshakes?" Oikawa asked, feigning innocence. Kageyama silently cursed him. He had to know that the large milkshake blast shield was broken and that it would splatter everywhere. Kageyama sighed and went to struggle with the two shakes.

10 minutes and a lot of mess later, Kageyama brought two perfectly made chocolate milkshakes to the waiting couple.

"Here you go" he handed the ice cream over. Oikawa snickered at Kageyama's ice cream covered shirt and handed him a bill. Kageyama's scowl deepened and he got Oikawa his change.

"Have a nice night." Kageyama forced as Oikawa waved over his back.

"Bye Bye, future King of Crows!" He sang. "Nice hat, by the way!"

Kageyama let out a sigh. Some people never change.