“Oh? This one has fight,” King Kuroo mused out loud, “Kenma, we will need to use restraints.”
“Kenma?!” you asked, recognizing the name of the guy standing by the door.
You looked past King Kuroo to Kenma, and gave him a look.
“Kenma, do not do this,” you begged him.
With a reluctant look on his face, he scanned the room until he located some rope, then picked it up and walked over to where Kuroo was holding you firmly by the wrist.
“Kenma. When did you join Nekoma’s forces?” you asked, trying to fight the two men, “you never struck me as the type to join?”
“By order of the King,” Kenma replied you sullenly as he handed the rope to Kuroo.
You let loose, panic taking over you now.
“Guards!” you shouted loudly, your shrill cry falling on no ears as you were bound and gagged and wrestled to the balcony then lowered down outside the walls by more rope and rushed away to where King Kuroo and Kenma’s waiting horses were.
Tears pricked at your eyes as you were placed on King Kuroo’s horse and the King mounted then nudged his horse to return home as quickly as possible.
A few times you tried to deliberately fall from the horse but you knew you didn’t have a hope of escaping now.
“Tobio! Please save me!” you cried internally, your tears being whipped away by the cooling dessert winds as you were stolen away from your love and your new home in Karasuno, and taken back to Nekoma- your homeland.
That hell, Nekoma, only housed one angel, your ma… but you had a feeling that that angel had already flown away to better lands.
Dread took you over the closer you got to your old home, and after galloping all night and into the next morning, you finally saw Nekoma over the rise.
“You are not concerned for the well-being of the men?” Kenma asked as King Kuroo called for his steed to slow a little.
“They are well equipped,” King Kuroo replied, his focus unwavering on his kingdom ahead, “I have trained them well.”
His horse was sweating and blowing hard with foam flying from its mouth then dripping down to its chest as it shook its head and tugged on the reins.
“A familiar view,” King Kuroo said back to you, throwing you a smirk over his shoulder as he headed for the gates.
The sentries on duty were watching the arriving party and sounded the victory bugle when they saw that you were aboard King Kuroo’s stallion.
“She returns!” you heard them cry from within the gates, “the King has bought back the prize!”
Dread and fear washed over you. You no more wanted to be there than in a pot of boiling acid.
Tears spilled from your eyes.
“I don’t want to be here! I want to be with the man I love, the man who understands me and accepts me for who I am!” you wailed internally.
“Look! How she cries for joy!” the men called to the women who were running to the gates after hearing the announcement that beautiful Y/N had been rescued.
You were swamped with familiar faces. Women, whom you had known, from what felt like, a bygone era, were suddenly there before you, dragging up the ghosts from the past and haunting you in broad daylight.
“Is ma still alive?”
Through your tears you looked around, desperately trying to find her- that rock who had held you safely thus far.
“If I could see her and tell her that I am ok, and that I am loved by a true man,” you thought, blinking away some of the tears as King Kuroo’s horse pushed his way through the crowds.
The women called your name, touched your legs and arms, welcomed you kindly and praised you.
But you wanted to leave.
You looked back at the gates as they closed behind you.
“Where is he? Will I see him again? I want to go back to him!”
You were taken to the King’s palace, then left to bathe and beautify yourself.
The first thing you did was see if you could break free from the window, but much like the situation back at Karasuno, guards were placed on every corner and you had not point of escape.
Distraught, but obedient, you got ready to be called by the King. You knew he would want to see you again soon, even if only to ask about how best he could defeat and overthrow Karasuno- which you had already determined that you weren’t going to help him one but.
It was later that night that you were called and you followed the attendant, who looked nothing like Hinata, and was quite sullen in comparison, to the King’s chamber.
After announcing your arrival, you were ushered in and you looked up to see King Kuroo on his throne.
“Come, beautiful Y/N,” he called you by name.
You grit yourself teeth but followed orders and walked with head bowed to the foot of the throne where you got down on both knees and remained kneeling before him.
“Are you rested from the journey?” he asked.
“A beautiful and meek mannered woman,” he commented, “it is of no surprise to me that you immediately found King Kageyama’s favour.”
“Don’t talk about my Tobio like that,” you seethed internally with rage, “we share something you will never understand.”
“Would it not be more appropriate that you remain here in your homeland, under my care?” King Kuroo asked, and you clamped your mouth closed, nose scrunched with fury as you stared daggers into the tiled floor.
Since you remained silent, King Kuroo asked for you to speak up.
“Please, allow your thoughts to spill forth. You have found my favour and I would like to give you anything you ask.”
“If I asked for my freedom?” you said, raising your head to glare at him.
“Free rein of your homeland? Yes, of course,” he said with a smirk.
“No. Freedom. To return to my King,” you said sharply.
He flinched a little but his expression maintained the smirk.
“I will give you one more opportunity to reply my gracious offer,” he said, his reply sounding tense even though his face held the same look on it.
“And I will be standing by my statement.” You got up to your feet and stood there with head held high.
King Kuroo stood up.
“You have fallen for the enemy?” he questioned you.