Akaashi almost smiled. Akaashi's face buried into the crook of his neck. Two weeks had passed since Akaashi's last visit, and to his dismay, he found himself on the same aimless path back to the same dreaded hospital. Same thing happened to me and now I'm questioning myself. Not only was Bokuto the kind of guy to sneak out when no one was watching, but his condition had quickly begun to worsen without warning. Someone with DID has multiple, distinct personalities. "I have to go, Bokuto." Bokuto didn't respond. But sometimes, he wouldn't answer certain questions, despite Akaashi asking them twice. Akaashi leaned his head on his hand, chin resting in his palm. He wasn't too sure why. Bokuto tightened his grasp in that automatic way he always did. He was trying to, he truly was, but he just couldn't. He swallowed thickly. The bedsheets crumpled beneath his hands. Sitting back, he reached a hand out and paused the movie that'd been on screen. He entered his home with Bokuto in a matter of minutes, having walked faster than usual. But always, he'd receive nothing. "I'm fine." What was he to do? Akaashi spoke in a calm, slow voice. Looking down swiftly, Akaashi's sights locked onto his hands. "I thought you were waiting for the snow. He huffed out a breath and turned around. I couldn't stop, even if I tried. His lips brushed against his collarbone in desperate search of that familiar warmth. "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. As much as it infuriated him, he knew that Bokuto wasn't going to go anywhere unless he let him into his home first. Normally he would have been red with irritation from the sound of such irksome persistence, but the smile that would claim Bokuto's face whenever he agreed to something would make Akaashi forget all about how frustrated he was. Akaashi followed after knowing that Kenma was nearby. It was the only normal thing to do, considering how he was the one who was suffering from said disease. A sob wretched its way out from Akaashi's throat. Create an account to follow your favorite communities and start taking part in conversations. He eyed the blonde one for quite a while. After what felt like the longest ten seconds of his life, a sudden shudder charged down Akaashi's spine, causing goose bumps to rise on his flesh. Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. so this is basically a bokuaka au where bokuto and akaashi meet at a hospital and bokuto has this disease which they haven't found a cure for yet. Akaashi shifted, leaning in the direction of where he'd come from. Bokuto inhaled all that he could. Taking the ball in his hands, Akaashi aimed for the approximate location as to where Bokuto would spike the ball. Bokuto's head lolled to the side, directing his attention back to the movie. People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. Confused, Bokuto glanced over at him. As if straight from a cartoon, out popped a tall male from Bokuto's room, with stark black hair that both hung over his face and stuck out in all directions. "Yeah. He twisted his fingers and pursed his lips, wary of what Kuroo would say next. My home is not a place for you to be right now. He was extremely pale, and somehow thinner than before, but he kept that same smile on his face. Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! He's going to be fine. His undivided attention was on Bokuto. The disappointment in his voice was clear. Sorry for always messaging you so late. He found himself unable to say anything else, figuring that Bokuto wouldn't have anything to say either, but he was wrong. It would cause less spasms to grip Bokuto's body, allowing him to unwind more than he usually could. Furrowing his brow, Akaashi stared at his phone screen and lay his head down sideways. Akaashi didn't say another word afterwards. He did not seem to take offense easily. He stared in Bokuto's direction, at him this time. Something told him that those words weren't meant for the movie, but Akaashi shoved this thought away. Sometimes I think I'm funny. Bokuto's head lay against Akaashi's shoulder. [Yeah! Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. What sat upon the screen was not what he thought it would be, but rather A simple compliment. Having been neck deep in his own sorrows, Kuroo was blind to Akaashi's. Bokuto followed briskly. ", Small tears spilled out of Bokuto's eyes and rolled down his hauntingly placid features. With much effort, he sat up to look at Bokuto. "We were actually just talking about stepping outside. 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. "Everything you say is so straightforward. Wincing a bit, Akaashi squinted at his phone screen. You had a nightmare? It almost looked as if he were asleep. He was kind of difficult to keep up with, and Akaashi felt like this would be a long term sort of thing. "I've been insensitive", A laugh bubbled out from Bokuto. Feeling an amount of guilt build up within his chest, Akaashi pulled out his phone just as quickly as he'd hid it away. His eyes lighting up, Bokuto straightened his back and fished his hand into his pocket. "It's not a hallucination, Bokuto. Press J to jump to the feed. But as each second passed, Akaashi could feel his own pain building up more and more within him. It wasn't like Bokuto to question what he said in such a straightforward fashion. It had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. His head eased into his pillow, and to his surprise, within a matter of minutes, he could feel himself slipping. "How are you feeling, Koutarou?". It was a dreary place for him, a place he was not fond of, but a place he was obligated to visit. 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. This book was absolutely fantabulous. Akaashi turned his head slightly, his cheek gently resting on Bokuto's shoulder. Quietly, he contemplated on whether he wanted to respond or not. He'd never received a faster response in his life. Kuroo looked at Akaashi sideways. At least I'm not the only one now. Akaashi didn't even have to see his face to know that Bokuto was beaming. Just what kind of guy was he? Akaashi entered his room and shut the door behind Bokuto. Okay but if someone could explain to me the ending of In Another Life by littleluxray that would be very nice. 42766 guests He studied the back of Bokuto's head, eying the messy strands of black and white hair that overlapped each other. It reminded him of his home Bokuto nearly bumped into Akaashi as he stopped to enter his room. Why did he lack the understanding of just how serious his condition was? Akaashi inhaled deeply and closed his eyes, his eyebrows knitting together as his brow creased. 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. "I said come." His head was cocked back as he surveyed the gym. That he wasn't another one of those illusions his mind would create. "Okay." (FFI) is a very rare autosomal dominant inherited prion disease of the brain Akaashi's eyes scanned the screen. Bokuto's arm unconsciously squeezed Akaashi closer to his side. as well as This was so so sad, I cried at the end. He didn't bother to check. Pursing his lips, Akaashi let his head fall back into the pillows. My friend is." Akaashi squirmed in discomfort. When he had, however, instead of shutting his phone off and trying to force a few hours of sleep upon himself, Akaashi stared at the phone screen longingly, and read the last messages that were sent between them. Akaashi blinked slowly. It was so weak and feeble, it could barely be heard, but it was there, and Akaashi could hear it, so that was enough for Bokuto. "Fatal Familial Insomnia? Akaashi dragged a hand down his face. And even if he didn't show up, he would still spend his days sending messages to Bokuto, be it text, email, or the occasional video chat. Bokuto nodded once more. I finished this months ago but it still hurts and just thinking about it makes me cry. But Akaashi knew that this wasn't the case. But he only swallowed and kept his composure, just as he'd been doing since the day he met Bokuto. ", "So I can't sleep." Standing still, Akaashi remained in place for quite some time, his legs refusing to carry him further. Looking up at Akaashi with eager eyes, as if he'd been asked the question out of his own free will, Bokuto gladly answered. I recommended this book to my friend Sophia, and she cried too. Akaashi remained in his faux sleeping position, feeling that it would take much more of an effort for him to open his eyes and check around than to stay dormant. He drew in a deep breath and blinked away the stinging in his eyes. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, Bokuto rubbed the back of his neck. "About three hours." He opened it and pulled one out. He was glad that Akaashi found company in him. What is it?" I am weak.If anyone here has also watched, and enjoyed, the movie Cloud Atlas, then I hope this hits closer to home than usual.I really hope that whoever reads this enjoys. I mean, will they let you out of the hospital? He just breathed now. They were fingers. They didn't speak for a moment, and the room was filled with the hushed sounds of the outside. I think the ending is up to interpret, but this is what I thought of. He thought the video had gone by too quickly, but it had actually lasted a little under thirty seconds. I'll see you soon.]. His hands squeezed tightly around the navy blue blanket that enveloped him. Akaashi scowled. He was trying to tell Akaashi something else. He pressed send and watched the phone carefully, waiting for the small ellipses to appear on the lower left side of the screen. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. Akaashi couldn't help but smile back at him. Are you feeling better?]. This did not faze him, however, as Bokuto only closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, allowing the burn of the winter air to fill his lungs. "What are you smiling at?" He hated how difficult it had become for him to tell apart the real things from the fake ones. His hand held onto one of Bokuto's very thin arms, and his thumb would occasionally rub up and down to comfort him. It took him some time to get down what he wanted to say, but after several minutes, he withdrew his hand. He found it much too difficult to say no to Bokuto, but it had to be done. This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers. Everyone came to an unspoken agreement after the one sentence. His head slumped against his shoulder, and both his hands rested on his stomach. Complete and utter silence befell them afterwards. the chaotic, crazy, happy-when-he's-not-in-emo-mode bokuto crying absolutely broke me. "That's interesting". Those yellow eyes examined everything, adamant with taking all of it in. He whispered softly, his voice shaking in his throat. His eyes looked down at Bokuto's hands. His phone was there. They shared the same navy blue knit blanket and huddled up beneath it, keeping each other warm in the best way that they could. Akaashi had looked up from his phone and stuffed it into his jacket pocket as the energetic hospital patient made his way across the lot. 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. Kuroo rubbed the lower part of his face with his hand. Curiosity had sparked within him. Bokuto chortled quietly and placed his head back on Akaashi's shoulder. He could feel his heartbeat thumping hard against his chest, as if it wanted to break free. "I understand, but I still have to go." "Get back into bed. His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. His body jerked with each sob that was torn from him, his frame curling to bring himself closer. He pressed pause on his PSP and tapped one end of it against his open palm. "I've been cooped up in this place for too long. Kuroo finally left the room after four minutes or so, having forgotten that he was supposed to leave in the first place. [Then I guess I'll see you at the hospital around a week or two from now. Bokuto resisted, standing firm in place. "Of course. ], [I would hope so. But three hours can also feel like seven minutes. Akaashi paused and gripped the strap of his bag. He spoke gently in Bokuto's direction. 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. ], [I don't know any other way to put it. Akaashi knew this. His eyes were half-lidded and glued to the screen, his face void of emotion. Here we are. This would have me to conclude that he had Bipolar 1, or possibly Cyclothymia Disorder, which has brief periods of mania and depression. Freezing in his seat, Akaashi read the words ten times over before he finally looked up. He remained in place silently. Akaashi cocked his head back to demonstrate this, with his finger tapping his chin. He looked down, his hair hanging over his face. Kuroo made a grunting noise and had nothing more to say on the subject. No one likes to find out that someone they care about is sick Much less diagnosed with a disease that can't be cured.". But Kuroo insisted." Akaashi would also murmur quiet things to him from time to time, to keep up a small, often one sided conversation. "I would hope so." His mind wouldn't allow him to. Playing off of this, Akaashi texted for Kuroo to send an image of himself for Bokuto to see. He kept his breathing controlled and steady for about forty minutes; he looked sound asleep, but was actually drifting between the real world and the dream realm. You'll still be the best. "I understand. His hands rested on his stomach, the dark blanket surrounding him from behind, but slipping off just enough for his torso to be exposed. Akaashi felt that his words were a bit bitter, but he had no other way of telling Bokuto the truth. ", Silently, the dark haired male frowned. to watch kuroo slowly die was a kind of pain i didn't know existed. This is one of the best fics, no, pieces of writing full stop that I've ever read! Akaashi couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of his unfamiliarity with Bokuto that caused this. Akaashi squeezed his hands together to keep them from shaking uncontrollably. Akaashi had kept his eyes closed for quite a while, trying to fall into a deep sleep, but found that he couldn't, or at least, not as quickly as he thought he could. Akaashi? But most of the time, he only sat there and continued to watch nothing. The light that came from outside reflected off of Bokuto's teardrops, lighting his face up in the most gentle of ways. That had been one of Bokuto's worst attacks yet. "Yeah, but for all the wrong reasons." Akaashi wanted to scream, but he couldn't find his voice. and akaashi replies with "You found me." "I don't want you to grow any m-more attached to me th-than y-you already are. Bokuto found himself smiling. All he wanted was to see Bokuto again, even if just for a second. They asked about the blanket and the scarf, but they never asked about Bokuto. "Yeah." His frustration was unmasked. "I'm supposed to be here, actually. externally i'm smiling probably because i'm trying to hide all those FEELS. Bokuto stared off in the distance from beyond the net, his face carrying a confused expression. Akaashi stared at his shoes. FFI?" "You do? He held them against his frame in the twenty degree weather, and though many people gave him strange looks and watched him side-ways, none of this affected him in the slightest. "Is there something wrong with him? He set the drinks down and shuffled into bed, as if trying not to wake the other. 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. He remained in the same position and only moved his hand to wipe at his face again. ", He cocked his head to the side. Dreaming.". He pulled the thick blanket over himself with much effort. Bokuto stuck his head out of the window slightly and kept it there as the snowflakes fell all around him. "Don't cry over it." I know Im asking for spoilers but I still want to know the anticipation is killing me! This earned a gasp from him. ", Akaashi watched him carefully. Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. It's why I didn't want to come along. text me when you're finished! Of all the things that Bokuto found most endearing of the movie, Akaashi never thought it would be that. ", "Because it's three in the morning and I want to fit some sleep into my schedule. Bokuto shifted as he lay down, sticking a leg out to kick Akaashi. Akaashi exhaled quickly through his nose, making a sound that was almost like a laugh. Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is a mental health condition. The title for the movie that Bokuto and Akaashi watched in the fanfic "In Another Life" is "Cloud Atlas". 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. "I know that I'm unbearable. There was no hiding it. 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. Bokuto kept silent. At times, Akaashi would look through the conversations that he'd shared with him. Akaashi's eyebrows knit together. Akaashi had to wait almost a minute for Bokuto's response. by hatsumix. Bokuto spoke, his voice peaceful. It was soft. "I'll get you back to the hospital by seven in the morning.". DID is usually caused by past trauma. This story is a heart wrenching major character death story. "What are you doing?". Then I'll have to walk you to the hospital before the doctors find out you're missing and lose their minds. He didn't know how to deal with him now, so he remained silent. The page loaded. "Three words? This time, a weak sound left Bokuto's throat through a closed mouth, and he nodded. He exerted more force into his arms, getting Bokuto to take a step back. To the garden out in the back.". "That's Fine with me." My last memory of Bokuto will not be of him sharply dressed, pale, stiff, and stuffed in a casket, surrounded by a countless amount of people who did not care for him at all until the day they heard about his death. That night, he dreamt of the first night Bokuto had come over his home. [I'm excited for you to come over tomorrow! Why is that? ", Once Akaashi realized what Kuroo was talking about, he instantly felt his spirits fall. Akaashi looked up from his phone after sending the message and turned his head to notice that Bokuto was once again staring at him with acute interest. Akaashi groaned softly and covered his face. What?" Thick, white eyebrows raised above yellow hues. Now if only the sickly one would hit it. Bokuto turned his head to catch another look out the window. Bokuto nodded frantically and forced himself to comply with Akaashi, as he always did. Don't Come telling m-me now that you Have only been coming here every day because y-you wanted to.". Are you busy?". He started down the hall, sighing heavily, intent on rushing home. He looked to the lower right corner of the screen. He answered blatantly. I loved this. I thought it was what you wanted". He didn't want to talk to anyone. "I wonder if Bokuto knows about all of this." You shouldn't be-". Though is was delayed, Akaashi moved on instinct and sat near Kuroo. The reflection of ending movie credits could be seen in Akaashi's eyes as they scrolled up along the screen of his laptop. You like volleyball too?! At that moment, he turned away and walked off, feeling he wouldn't be able to leave if he'd lasted one more second in the room. He spoke with a small woman there, and after several minutes had passed, Akaashi backed away from the desk, some sheets of paper in hand. His eyes gave away just how much he missed his friend. "I was struggling. His back was facing the door, and Bokuto seemed to have all of his attention on him. I thought you fell asleep.]. If I remember correctly.". "I told you I had my moments every so often.". It was his best and only way to hide his pain. "Ah, I've finally said something funny." He would study them for quite a while until they melted and left behind nothing more than a droplet on his arm. Imagine their faces when they notice I'm not even in my room." It took a moment for Bokuto to respond, but after some time, he managed some words. He kicked his legs out of bed and walked across his room to retrieve a thick blanket that sat bundled up in a rolling chair. Asking around here and there, the male put little to no effort in finding out where he could go to sign up for what. "I hadn't noticed that one was rolling in." They made him feel nauseous to a point where he had to sit up in bed and swallow deep, slow breaths in order to cool himself down, and he did just that, reaching his hands up to rub at his eyes before taking a tense look around his room. It wasn't until Akaashi looked up from his laptop screen that he realized it was snowing heavily outside. But he couldn't keep it up forever. 'Sleep well, Akaashi.' He almost portrayed the behaviors of a child, sticking to an activity and refusing to let it up, repeating whatever he was up to without having anyone to tell him to stop. It was his attempt at brightening the mood, or "being funny," as some called it, but alas, his words had fallen flat on the ground as he received another silent reply from Bokuto. He was the only person who could get him through those horrible moments, after all. Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. He reached into his pocket to fish out his phone, and pushed call on one of his contacts. Akaashi stared through the stranger. Hesitantly, Akaashi barely managed to wave back before he heard his name being called from that all too familiar room, by that all too familiar voice. Verffentlicht am 1. "Well, you're laughing now" He tried to hide his smile. "Thank you." Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. The black haired male looked up from his hands. Once Bokuto noticed this, he turned his head and slowly rolled away. The sound of rain pelting hard against the window snapped Akaashi back into reality. Blatantly, he thanked her, and continued on his way, passing by several rooms as he did so. 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. Akaashi lifted his head and looked to his side. Akaashi reached his arms out and pushed Bokuto away. But people never laugh at my jokes. As Akaashi lay there, quiet, listening to Bokuto's strained breathing, he opened his mouth to speak. Bokuto kept his finger up, then moved his hand to point it at himself. Akaashi leaned over in his seat to move himself closer to Bokuto. But even so, Bokuto still suffered from trembling spells, and they would come in small, short bursts and last only several seconds before his body became too weak to keep it up. He watched Bokuto with a wary gaze, unaware of what he was to say next. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. [deleted] 2 yr. ago [removed] I didn't hear what you said" Kenma looked up and was greeted with a front facing camera. [Verse 2 . "Thank you." what disease did, bokuto have in another life. Unnerved, he spoke up again. It's another reason why I didn't want to pay Bokuto any visits." His frustration slowly faded, and all that was left behind upon his pale face was a look of defeat. He'd be furious with everyone in there, and he knew that the same pain burned within Akaashi, too. He knit his fingers together and kept his eyes down, anticipating when the first boom of thunder would sound. In its latest offering, 'Another Life', it has 'Battlestar Galactica' star, Katee Sackhoff, play the role of a woman who leads a team of astronauts into deep space to discover the . It would shake every so often, and each time it did, Akaashi would squeeze lightly in response. Characters die in one life?" He turned his head and met Akaashi's gaze with weary, well rested eyes. He was shocked. Relaxing his head against the crook of Bokuto's neck, Akaashi blinked wearily and stared off into the distance.
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