It had been two months since Bokuto's visit over his home, and ever since then, Akaashi found that making his way to the hospital had become a daily routine for him. I honestly dont know what to say Other then Im emotionally destroyed. "You seem a bit anxious." "This is all so nostalgic." "Akaa-sh- d-don't-" Bokuto struggled with his breathing. He stared down at the screen, his brow furrowing slightly. "I know you're fond of that movie." I won't let you go. Akaashi nodded, glad to have made an acquaintance, and would have relaxed into his seat if not for the sudden disembodied voice that startled him soon after Kenma's sentence. Akaashi couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of his unfamiliarity with Bokuto that caused this. He felt his heart rate accelerate, and his throat tightened as his vision blurred. Akaashi shifted in his seat, now timid. While we've done our best to make the core functionality of this site accessible without javascript, it will work better with it enabled. ", Silently, the dark haired male frowned. It was the only normal thing to do, considering how he was the one who was suffering from said disease. He could still see Bokuto's hand, and it had frozen in place. He struggled to raise a hand, and slowly he twirled his index finger in circles at the side of his head. Guessing quickly, Akaashi muttered, "One?". "Nice to meet you, Akaashi. But three hours can also feel like seven minutes. It wasn't necessarily a bow. "This is Kuroo, a close friend of mine. He hung his head and tried to keep his crying controlled in the best way possible, but this proved to be very difficult as sobs broke out of him, causing his entire being to shake. He could feel his heartbeat thumping hard against his chest, as if it wanted to break free. That had been one of Bokuto's worst attacks yet. Keeping in contact with me wouldn't be a good idea.". Other than those things, Bokuto found it nearly impossible to stomach anything else. He circled around the male, apologizing flatly before he continued on. He was trying to, he truly was, but he just couldn't. Very long. Are you feeling better?]. He inhaled audibly, and Akaashi could hear a scratching sound. He stared at Bokuto and could only nod with whatever it was he thought he was agreeing with. That was, until he saw a familiar face. "Are you sure you should be going out in the cold like that?". With this, he raised a quivering hand and his index finger. His company did not seem like the type to socialize so openly, so he figured simple inquiries would do just fine, especially if he kept them to a minimum. Akaashi stared on as his mind searched for words. Playing off of this, Akaashi texted for Kuroo to send an image of himself for Bokuto to see. "Ninety-seven pounds, right? I'm", "Don't." Why did he want to know his name? ], [No, he can't. Feeling that it would be rude to interrupt Bokuto's conversation with whoever the other person was, Akaashi strode over to the seats and sat one chair away from the gaming stranger. What?" Akaashi relaxed himself against his mattress and closed his eyes, a powerless yawn leaving him. A sugar replacement used in many stevia, monk-fruit, keto and other reduced-sugar products marketed for weight loss and diabetes has been linked to stroke, heart attack and early death, a new . Bokuto would lay still for quite a while, his head tilted to the side with one hand on his stomach, and the other at his side. Akaashi's asked in a leveled tone. What was he to say? "So I guess I am pretty good at being funny. ", Akaashi scratched his head. "Sh-shut up, Akaashi" He breathed in deeply, frustrated with himself and the gradual growth of his speech impediment, but continued on. "I'm taking it well, or at least I think I am. "Yes?" He only accepted my company. Normally, Akaashi would have walked away that instant in order to pay Bokuto a visit, but as he neared his room, he could hear two voices coming from within. He found it much too difficult to say no to Bokuto, but it had to be done. His quiet chuckle was louder than Bokuto's wholehearted laugh. Akaashi refused to have reacted to those moments, hoping to spare his visitor the embarrassment of him having seen that. His only intention was leaving. The sound of the palm of Bokuto's hand meeting the ball sounded much like an explosion. He could practically hear the frown in his voice. He stood there, hesitant, uninterested, indifferent. He would study them for quite a while until they melted and left behind nothing more than a droplet on his arm. Akaashi did not give him time to react to this as he moved closer still, and when he was close enough, he lowered his head to lean it on Bokuto's shoulder. "I thought you were waiting for the snow. His eyes gave away just how much he missed his friend. "Me too" Bokuto's eyes never left Akaashi. Pursing his lips, Akaashi let his head fall back into the pillows. "It's just how I am. Bokuto whispered. "I don't Know much about this Disease. He intended on closing his eyes and falling asleep for real afterwards, but after having felt his mattress shake for the fourth time, he opened his eyes. The answer came so much more quickly than Kuroo thought it would. He said the name with a lack of interest to try and soften the blow, but Akaashi knew that no matter how he approached it, Bokuto would frown when he heard the name. He was now more curious than he'd ever been before. His eyes locked onto Bokuto's. With what little strength he had left, Bokuto beamed. "I don't want to." An 'It's alright,' could be heard from behind him, but it soon faded as Akaashi continued forward. "I haven't set foot outside in weeks." But during the other two nights, he surely did make the effort to try and lull himself to sleep, but each time he did, he either found himself stirring awake from a strange dream, or lying wide awake in the middle of the night, half expecting to receive a message from Bokuto. Akaashi exhaled quickly through his nose, making a sound that was almost like a laugh. "Bokuto is starting to look less and less like his old self, too. "I feel the same about this place, honestly." "I'm supposed to be here, actually. Bokuto gave him a look that could only be read as, "I am, aren't I?". Bokuto was afraid to wake Akaashi. Without hesitation, he ran across the court to retrieve the ball. He breathed in that familiar scent that he'd grown so attached to, then exhaled quietly against Bokuto's prominent collar bone. He watched the ball roll further away from them, and expected to see Bokuto trailing it, but instead saw nothing. He smiled down at him. I read 5 sad hq ff cz I'm a broken idiot and the galaxy is endless and in another life hurt me on such a deep level. The title for the movie that Bokuto and Akaashi watched in the fanfic "In Another Life" is "Cloud Atlas". The stranger could have been a patient at the hospital for all Akaashi knew, and the last thing he needed was a sickly acquaintance to add to his already short list of friends. Once he did, Bokuto continued. "I mean, in your state now, it's a bit clichd, don't you think?" Bokuto stared down at the white clump of melting ice, and with one finger, he pressed against it to watch it fall apart. In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. I know that you know that, too And yet you still stick by me.". Akaashi almost smiled back, and he would have, too, if it hadn't been for the thunder that sounded its arrival from above. Strange. Bokuto gazed at Akaashi, almost in wonder. His fingers remained stiff for quite some time as his eyes read the introductory paragraph over and over again. He didn't know how to deal with him now, so he remained silent. Akaashi glanced in the direction of where Bokuto was staring. rockin' the west coast prayer group; easy bulky sweater knitting pattern. He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. A month and sixteen days had passed since Bokuto's final visit to Akaashi's home, and once he'd been taken back to the hospital, the doctors and nurses made sure to keep a closer eye on him, and with good reason. He blinked sluggishly. Do something As if he were one of the living dead, Akaashi forced one leg forward, then the next, until he was touching the bed side. Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. Press question mark to learn the rest of the keyboard shortcuts. To not be able to sleep?". He used to be thicker. His head rested on mine with the weight of someone's who's unconscious.". But as each second passed, Akaashi could feel his own pain building up more and more within him. Kuroo panned the phone to his side, and a blurred Kenma came into focus on screen. Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. Bokuto shifted as he lay down, sticking a leg out to kick Akaashi. "I see" Akaashi nodded once. He moved in his seat and sat straight against the head of the bed, then looked down at Bokuto. Bokuto flinched hard enough to make the bed shake. It was very unsettling. After several minutes, Akaashi closed his laptop and lay back on his bed. "I barely ever see it." Because of the nightmare? He didn't care. Without a voice, Bokuto couldn't keep up a conversation as well as he used to, no matter how hard he tried. "I know that I'm unbearable. Akaashi looked down and away from Bokuto, then back to the window. The stranger could have been a patient at the hospital for all Akaashi knew, and the last thing he needed was a sickly acquaintance to add to his already short list of friends. Akaashi rubbed the back of his neck hastily and closed his eyes. "I miss you guys. Don't Come telling m-me now that you Have only been coming here every day because y-you wanted to.". He took in a slow, deep breath and closed his eyes, and his eyebrows knit together for only a second. more depressing than the outsiders. ", "It's alright." So when they say they found each other, I think it means that Bokuto found Akaashi even after he died, and Akaashi knew it was really Bokuto in his dream, so he found Bokuto. All he cared about was the fact that Bokuto was still with him, next to him, breathing, alive. Emerald eyes searched Bokuto's own for an honest answer. I thought you fell asleep.]. But Akaashi knew that this wasn't the case. Looking down swiftly, Akaashi's sights locked onto his hands. He commented softly, leaning back in his seat. You like volleyball too?! What is it?" They find eachother again, and it's a happy ending. As much as he didn't want to believe it, Akaashi wanted so badly to help. Akaashi squeezed his hands together to keep them from shaking uncontrollably. He brought a hand up to push through his black hair, and slowly, his head fell forward. I was the only one willing to give it to him." ", "I Don't know." "You don't need to know." The male across from him did well in hiding the look of offense that almost surfaced upon his face. "Setter. His hand held onto one of Bokuto's very thin arms, and his thumb would occasionally rub up and down to comfort him. "Wait, what? "Why do you watch me like that?" "It's nice to meet you, Kozume. No words were exchanged for a moment, and soon, the short amount of silence had become awkward. The sounds of their sneakers squeaking against the gym floor was so memory inducing, it caused Akaashi to take a moment and reminisce on the old days, as if doing so would take him back in time to when he'd play volleyball every single day after school. But no matter how much he worried for him, Akaashi continued on their way to the window at a slow and steady pace until they finally made it. Hang in there, alright? He approached his bedside silently. The reflection of ending movie credits could be seen in Akaashi's eyes as they scrolled up along the screen of his laptop. He pushed the chair away and found Bokuto's side in bed. As Akaashi said this, he held out an arm, as if readying himself for some sort of hug. His hands squeezed tightly around the navy blue blanket that enveloped him. "So Three hours is nothing." He ascended the steps to his room, balled his no Bokuto's blanket up into a lump, and dropped it onto his bed along with the scarf. He had to force himself to say the mere four words. Bokuto looked exhausted beyond belief, yet there he stood, excited to make his way to the gymnasium. He didn't last another second in Bokuto's company before he turned and briskly walked out of the room. Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. Akaashi's tone was monotonous, but Kuroo didn't fail to detect the venom that lined each word prior to his last sentence. "Three words? "What's up, guys? It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. His eyes looked down at Bokuto's hands. "They used to play volleyball together. "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. "What makes you think I'm attached to you? "I'll get you back to the hospital by seven in the morning.". In minutes, the information desk was in his sights, and for the first time in forever, he'd actually gone to it. This is one of the best fics, no, pieces of writing full stop that I've ever read! All he had to offer was a, "The pleasure is mine," before moving forward to try and usher Bokuto back into his room. ", Bokuto couldn't help but guffaw, his head tilting back. His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. It felt strange, not falling asleep against Bokuto's body, but Akaashi knew that he would have to get used to this form of sleeping by his lonesome once again. He read up on the symptoms and blinked gently, a hand over his lips. Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! Akaashi's head slumped to the side, in Bokuto's direction. Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. He managed a feeble shrug and turned to continue on with the movie that he'd watched for the thirtieth time already. In the span of those three days, he had only acquired a little over four hours of sleep in total. His hand took Bokuto's own, and he held it gently. Akaashi lifted his head in subtle interest. After a moment of trying to gather himself, Bokuto choked out two simple words with quivering lips. Furrowing his brow, Akaashi stared at his phone screen and lay his head down sideways. Did you see that?!" "What's the big deal? "Ha! He glowered at nothing in particular. He looked around and frowned, and figured it would be best to take his leave. "Didn't think you knew that about him. Storms trigger them.". ", "Exactly, because you belong there!" "Okay." They don't know how to H-heal me, so" From beneath the blanket, Akaashi could see Bokuto's shoulders rise and fall. He pulled a mock cool expression, but this was cut short as someone else spoke up. The room was dark, apart from the soft orange glow that his lamp gave off. I mean, will they let you out of the hospital? Seeing you smile, those amber eyes and your laughs. Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. Akaashi pursed his lips in frustration, but this look quickly vanished as a small laugh fell from his lips. Akaashi flinched. But sometimes, he wouldn't answer certain questions, despite Akaashi asking them twice. "So you must be leaving soon, then.". Akaashi furrowed his brow and looked outside, away from Bokuto. I have have a theory that make he managed to achieve sleep, like w/out twitching awake, and during that sleep he entered a dream phase where he kinda had "the light" moment and passed . A cool breeze passed through the garden just then, and in the distance, Bokuto held on tight to the burgundy knit scarf around his neck to keep warm. "Is there something wrong with me standing here?" In the span of a little over a month, Bokuto had gone from a general one-hundred and fifty pounds to a mere ninety-seven pounds, last time they'd weighed him. "Please hold onto it, Bokuto.". Kuroo." As he walked, he stared at the backs of the two men in front of him. He made his way up the same path, walking swiftly and without pause. He couldn't feel it. Something told him that those words weren't meant for the movie, but Akaashi shoved this thought away. Akaashi was glad to have made it in time. Akaashi managed to say, staring out into the distance. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. They remained speechless in each other's company for several minutes before Bokuto actually spoke up, his voice sounding like nothing more than a mere whisper. I was actually thinking of taking my leave soon, as well-", "What? "Anything but," Bokuto retorted, sitting upright in bed. Kuroo rubbed his elbow, irate, and sighed in defeat. After three sets, there was another hit, and another cheer from the former ace. The disembodied voice came from off screen. He held an air around him as if he were having a normal conversation about the weather. Akaashi sighed. More than 100,000 cattle were confirmed infected. ", "It passed." You never miss a day Don't your parents ever ask why you come here so much? ", "Kenma is fine." He lay his cheek on the top of Akaashi's head and kept still, daring not to wake him. Did you just Say that to yourself?". He could only watch as those tears fell at a faster pace, down onto his hospital gown and onto the floor. Akaashi kept his eyes down. "Kuroo?" On the first night out of the three, Akaashi flat out refused to get any rest in fear of suffering another night terror. Bokuto's laughter died down and he closed his eyes. right so, bokuto passes away while akaashi is in his hands, and basically at the end i'm pretty sure akaashi has a hallucination of bokuto where he says "I found you." He continued to stare on as he talked. "Good" Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is a mental health condition. Akaashi shoved his visitor lightly. I never meant to drag you into my life". He looked up, gazed at Akaashi past his bleached blonde bangs, and straightened his back in the slightest way possible. He was paler than the others who walked along in the halls, and soft, dark circles sat under his eyes. He was slow to speak up again, but did either way. "The liquid started flooding into my mouth and nose, and it wasn't until I was suffocating that I forced myself awake.". He stared up at the ceiling and sighed. FFI?" The last thing he wanted to do was wake him up, so they lay in silence for minutes on end. He held it to his nose with some difficulty and breathed in the strawberry scent, then let his arm fall. Akaashi placed the small, white compressed lump of snow into Bokuto's palm. "Well, I guess that's it for now. His voice was a soft tremor. Though he'd gotten thinner, his arms still had some power to them. i'm in spain but the s is silent. Akaashi pursed his lips and nodded once. His hands quivered as he dug his nails into his knuckles. Akaashi inhaled slowly. The main cause was identified as animal feed including meat and bone meal (MBM) from rendered, and in some cases infected, cows. It shocked him as Akaashi continued. Akaashi couldn't help but smile back at him. Akaashi stuffed the sheets into his bag. His eyes where set forward. He lay on his back, with his head on some of Akaashi's pillows. He just breathed now. He forced those words away and replaced them with new ones. He looked down, his hair hanging over his face. "You've only been here for like, thirty minutes. He smoothed his thumb over Bokuto's knuckles. He tried desperately to hold it in. A cold shiver curled up Akaashi's spine. "If it isn't too much trouble, may I come over?". Akaashi already knew where he had to go. Genres Fan FictionLGBTRomanceBoys LoveAnimeQueerManga 104 pages, ebook Published January 1, 2015 Book details & editions Bokuto inhaled all that he could. Slowly, Akaashi's laugh eased into a chuckle, and as he sat there in his seat, he looked down at Bokuto with placid eyes. The light that came from outside reflected off of Bokuto's teardrops, lighting his face up in the most gentle of ways. to watch kuroo slowly die was a kind of pain i didn't know existed. [I'm well, thank you Just catching up on some volleyball things], [VOLLEYBALL?! "I know." His frustration was unmasked. I couldn't stop, even if I tried. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too.The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. It took every fiber of his being to keep his voice from trembling. "I don't want you to visit me anymore. He was redirecting the pain. Bokuto smiled wide to those words. Um" He scratched at his cheek, just below his eye. "That's interesting". I was just thinking." Show him a movie or play a game with him that would result in him to calm down quickly. Akaashi rose from his seat to enter the room, but instead found Bokuto standing at the door in seconds, his eyes wide with surprise. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one . He entered his home with Bokuto in a matter of minutes, having walked faster than usual. He figured it was already past five in the afternoon. Complete and utter silence befell them afterwards. He did not give Akaashi time to voice his guess as he then moved his finger to point at his eye, then finally at Akaashi. "My parents aren't home.". He was ecstatic. t had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. "I understand, but I still have to go." Another laugh. An exhausted breath left him, and Akaashi finally fell asleep. The way his lips curled at the corners, the way his eyes squinted just enough so that only a glint of green could be seen. His hands picked at the small lint rolls that stuck to his sheet. Bokuto turned his head, the pillow crumpling under his neck. Out there, the sickly one trembled like a new born animal, even with the extra jacket that Akaashi had offered him. It caused him to open his eyes and look in Akaashi's direction, astonished. Bokuto talked quietly in response to Kenma, gave a nod, and smiled. (See the end of the work for more notes.). He held his hand up in a "peace sign", and the video ended with him on screen. "I'm already in Death row. Standing still, Akaashi remained in place for quite some time, his legs refusing to carry him further. He made it home without so much as a hello to his parents who sat in the living room. Imagine their faces when they notice I'm not even in my room." what disease did, bokuto have in another lifekanawha county board of education. RandyKrauswasparalyzed.Hisleftsidewasuseless.Buthisrighthandwas1enoughtoliftabuckettohisforehead.Oncehe'dbeenapoliceofficerandownedaprivate-eyeagency.Oncehe . "Koutarou Why do you watch me like that?" He sat cross-legged, with a shirt on that was two sizes too big, and a hat that looked as if it had been placed on his head without his consent. He pressed pause on his PSP and tapped one end of it against his open palm. With his hand clinging to his neck, he slowly looked up to find that Akaashi was staring back at him with vacant eyes, void of all known emotion. jackie robinson life and legacy. "Are you tired?". At some time while Akaashi was spacing out, the blue blanket that surrounded Bokuto had been pulled up just below his chin, with only his arm hanging out to hold onto Akaashi's hand. "Don't call me that." Slowly, his yellow eyes scrolled to the side to catch Akaashi's gaze. Bokuto folded his arms. He'd be furious with everyone in there, and he knew that the same pain burned within Akaashi, too. ", Bokuto stared at Akaashi. [I don't believe you on that 'Yeah' part. So I'll just say bye for him! Akaashi was quick to withdraw his hand, but he managed it discretely. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. His back was facing the door, and Bokuto seemed to have all of his attention on him. I'll be sure to bring my laptop when I visit. That night, he dreamt of the first night Bokuto had come over his home. Anything is fine." i felt sad abt it, im jus really confused at the ending, like was it a dream, hallucination, afterlife,etc? "Setting an alarm for six AM." It was warm on him, certainly something that one would find comforting, but as he stirred in bed, he was certain that something was off. Bokuto looked down at Akaashi's hand. There's no stopping you, is there? Akaashi's arm cautiously wrapped itself around Bokuto's broad shoulders. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. A gasp escaped Bokuto. No one could hear me. He pulled himself closer to Bokuto, and nudged his face into the warmth of his neck. It reminded him of his home Bokuto nearly bumped into Akaashi as he stopped to enter his room. Heavy raindrops pelted against the window as Bokuto's frantic sounds filled the room. He'd brought along a volleyball of his own, just in case they weren't provided with any. Bokuto was very different from everyone else Akaashi had ever met before him. A hand reached up to push through his own messy locks. He pulled the thick blanket over himself with much effort. "I understand. "I refuse to go. a while back in the story when bokuto was still alive, he told akaashi that he hoped that in another life, he'd be able to find akaashi again so that they can be together forever, hence why he said "i found you" :((, So i think there r two possible meanings of the ending so.