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Chapter 1

Pain that was the beginning middle and end of the second half of Hinata's life. Up until that fateful day when he was ten Hinata's experience with pain was normal he would fall off his bike and scrape his knee, his sister would kick him when he tickled her, he would trip and fall, but none of those were comparable to the searing pain he felt the day of the crash. The pain as that fast-moving hunk of metal flew towards and threw him back, the pain as his left leg was mangled beyond recognition and he lay screaming in the street, the pain that he felt as he lay there wait for help as a crowd gathered around him. The pain as he was taken to hospital then the pain went away for a while once he got there and was replaced with a new pain that started with the words

"Hinata-San there is nothing we can do we cannot save your leg…" Followed by the crying of his mother and his sister. Later that night Hinata was taken into the operating room and he lost over half of his leg. When he woke up he didn't know what was happening or what was going as he tried to sit up he was hit by a wave of nausea and lay back down then it hit him again the pain was back and he shouted curling in on himself and grabbing for his leg but all he touched was air. He screamed and the air was filled with a mix of his screams and the sound of running footsteps and soon his mother's soothing voice as the pain faded and he was lulled back to sleep. The next time he woke up he was more coherent he stayed lying down and asked his mother voice cracking

"What happened Okaasan? I remember pain then the doctor saying I would lose my leg then just more flashes of pain." He said his sides shaking as he sobbed slightly remembering the doctor's words.

"Shh shh it'll be ok Shouyou we'll get through this you just have to keep up your hope." Says his mother stroking his hair as she continually murmured soft words until he drifted off to sleep again. This was Hinata's life for the next few days as he recovered from his amputation sleep, wake up, eat, pain, sleep, wake up, talk to the doctor, talk to mother/Natsu, pain, eat, sleep, wake up, eat watch tv, pain, sleep and repeat. He tried standing for the first time one month after surgery during physiotherapy, he fell flat on his face, he nearly gave up then but Hinata didn't want to be in a wheelchair forever and got back up and took his crutches once again. He hobbled the length of the room and back on his crutches a week later. A month later he received a hunk of plastic they called a leg, a sturdy cane and a promise that one day he would have something better. He never got that better leg. It wasn't anyone's fault, no his mother did her best but in the end his family couldn't budget enough money for a quality prosthesis. They did their best every year his mom would say 'This will be the year Shouyou, this year you'll get something.' but something always happened be it an unexpected payment that needed to payed on the house or a rise in taxes the money set aside for him always seemed to evaporate. Hinata never minded he understood why he didn't have a better leg yet, he was a big kid he could deal with his hunk of plastic. He needed to stay strong, Natsu couldn't see like that his mother either, and the bills needed to be payed he could walk he didn't need a better leg, that was his mantra until the fateful day in junior high when he would see the little giant fly.

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Hinata was heading down the street trying to keep his head down until he passed a store window with a tv in it. As he passes he sees a sports team of some kind, after pivoting to see better he saw it was volleyball. As a rule Hinata hated sports players they were rude and could walk, run and jump one thing he hated and one thing he envied but as he watched Karasuno play his eyes were drawn to one boy not much taller than himself fly through the air and hit the ball. All he could think was 'I wish I could do that, stupid leg…' he knew that if he could still walk he knew that he would be trying to do that. Then it hit him his mother hadn't said anything about his prosthesis account yet that year he would finally get his new leg! But just as he started to get excited he started to deflate again because there were a few things wrong with that plan, one he wouldn't be allowed to play he only had one leg, two he would never move fast enough, three he didn't want to, No! wouldn't, No! couldn't get through any more therapy and finally most four, who was he kidding his mother may have had the money set aside but she always needed it for something he couldn't be that selfish his family could not afford something like that. At the same time however as he looked back at the tv and saw the boy flying through the air and heard the announcer say 'He really is the small giant!' Something in him told him if he could get through therapy he would move fast enough and jump high enough and he knew he could get through therapy because now there was only one thing he wanted and that was to be the next small giant, something reminded him all he had to was wear long pants and no one would know. The last voice just sealed the deal 'the money is there for a reason' it said 'just ask if your mom can't afford it she would tell you' with that he set off down the street his cane rhythmically tapping as he went.

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