Bokuto nodded once more. After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed, then moved across the court to the net. But in the end, I couldn't move. It took every fiber of his being to keep his voice from trembling. "Is there something wrong with him? And remember, you're the best." He started on his way. "I see" Akaashi nodded once. There's a storm coming. Bokuto's skin crawled, goose bumps pimpling his porcelain surface. He'd be furious with everyone in there, and he knew that the same pain burned within Akaashi, too. He lay his cheek on the top of Akaashi's head and kept still, daring not to wake him. 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. "He does. "Good" Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. Not a word left him, even as he reached a hand up to wipe at his face again. He avoided looking at Bokuto altogether. He watched as Bokuto gathered it up in his arms and threw it around himself. Akaashi's eyes widened, his emotions now falling victim to a strange mix of fear and fury. Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed with much effort and stood on his feet. "I just came from there. His head was down and his fingers moved swiftly over the buttons on the gaming device that he held in his hands. Akaashi turned his head slightly, his cheek gently resting on Bokuto's shoulder. "Yes.". Bokuto looked down at Akaashi's hand. Bokuto curled in on himself and pushed his hands into his hood pocket. Short description of the movie (from Google): Six individuals belonging to different generations go on an emotional ride while exploring how human actions impact the lives of their loved ones in this ever-changing world. "Because you said you were okay, and I knew you weren't.". "Three words? The page loaded. "My parents are out for a month," he'd unconsciously said, causing Bokuto to go into a begging frenzy to stay over until Akaashi said yes. "Please hold onto it, Bokuto.". Akaashi placed the box back onto the counter and huffed softly. Though is was delayed, Akaashi moved on instinct and sat near Kuroo. "I'm taking it well, or at least I think I am. ", "And then they'd turn my room upside down in an attempt to find me. Bokuto looked exhausted beyond belief, yet there he stood, excited to make his way to the gymnasium. "I'm very bad at measuring time now, too, if you haven't noticed. His frustration was unmasked. their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". And to have gotten to know you". It would cause less spasms to grip Bokuto's body, allowing him to unwind more than he usually could. He kept his weary yellow eyes on Akaashi, waiting for him to nod. This is one of the best fics, no, pieces of writing full stop that I've ever read! People walked by him, around him, up and down the halls, to and fro, but no one seemed to notice him. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. "I told you I had my moments every so often.". People with dissociative disorders escape reality in ways that are involuntary and unhealthy and cause problems with functioning in everyday life. He looked up and grinned, and waved wildly in Akaashi's direction. Again, he felt the light tapping against his arm. A light hearted laugh bubbled out from deep within his chest, and the sound filled the room as soon as it hit the air. Bokuto's automatic reaction to the warmth was to curl his fingers around Akaashi's grasp. At least I'm not the only one now. Kuroo was just as bitter. But as he thought of it, he figured he couldn't be blamed for it. It took all of his power not to flinch when he'd felt the unfamiliar touch. He looked to the lower right corner of the screen. Bokuto tucked his hands into the pockets of his hood, his shoulders hunching. He let it fall over his stomach, and there it rested. Akaashi frowned and felt that familiar pain pierce his chest. Bokuto's spirits fell, his frown deep. In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. Bokuto would've taken an hour. Think that I'm beautiful?" "It's just how I am. "Let's go then. He swallowed once, hoping to get rid of the lump in his throat. He pushed his negative thoughts aside and sat himself down in bed, right next to Bokuto. "What are you smiling at?" 3) Akaashi died in the end, and meets Bokuto in the afterlife. It wasn't until he watched Kuroo's form double over in his peripheral that Akaashi did glance in his direction, and when he did, he was greeted with a quietly sobbing Kuroo, his face having been buried in the palms of his hands. Akaashi raised his eyebrows. The words were barely a whisper, and they came without warning. "All I can say is that sleeping doesn't come as easily as it used to." His face still wore the same shade of red, but he no longer minded this. I do.". Outside, the sky above grew dark as clouds rolled in. Farmer's Empowerment through knowledge management. This time, Kuroo was the one to grunt, the sound coming from deep within his chest. By the time that movie ends, it'll be six. A shiver racked Akaashi, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand. They shared another moment of silence, something that occurred more often than Akaashi would have liked. 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. littleluxray's writing style is absolutely amazing and i can see why several people love this. "I was the team captain, and the ace." It was the longest minute he'd ever been forced to sit through. what disease did, bokuto have in another life. His hand trembled harder with each passing second, as if the movement would cause Bokuto to wake up. Akaashi tried to hide his frown. more depressing than the outsiders. He waves goodbye to his sister, shuts the door, and then walks to school, taking in a breath of the cool morning air. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. 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. "All the people who've contracted this disease eventually die within a year or less" This part was read aloud. and akaashi replies with "You found me." The cold was no longer a factor to Akaashi. "It m-makes me Feel like I'll h-have another life One beyond this one One that's better Wh.. Where I can actually wake up to you and be with y you" A smile played on his pale, thin lips. Why had the sickly one taken a sudden liking to him? The other, he had no clue. "Hm? As much as it infuriated him, he knew that Bokuto wasn't going to go anywhere unless he let him into his home first. He took his time, the thought of removing it killing him faster than the disease itself. Akaashi's grip tightened around his phone. Another sigh was forced out, even heavier this time. He slowly lowered his head and folded his arms. Akaashi had to wait almost a minute for Bokuto's response. He used to be thicker. "Take a seat. I couldn't stop, even if I tried. Kuroo would have been concerned if not for finding out what had happened earlier that day. "Wait, what? 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 . this broke my heart into tiny little pieces, I really don't know if I will ever be able to recover. Kuroo." "Do you want to watch a movie?". "I know that I'm unbearable. He threw the ball to Akaashi. Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. "What if they've already found out? His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. His head rested on mine with the weight of someone's who's unconscious.". The both of them had sat down long ago, leaving Bokuto and Kuroo to their own business as they wandered about and waved their arms around in their animated way of speaking. In an attempt to move, he tapped his fingers against his legs at an impatient pace. Just as those words left Akaashi's mouth, the clouds outside parted, allowing the setting sun's orange light to flood into the room. "But" Akaashi shocked himself with that one word. "No, no, no, no-" He pulled away from the windowsill and ran out of his room, straight downstairs and to the front door. Akaashi felt his chest rise. He watched as Bokuto's chest rose and fell with each breath that kept him alive. Bokuto reached up a cold, frail hand to wipe at the mess that was his face. [deleted] 2 yr. ago [removed] And here he is". He was grinning. His face glowed the quietest shade of red, and he tried to hide it from Akaashi. All he could do was watch in muted anguish as Bokuto finally accepted what had become of his short lived life. It's another reason why I didn't want to pay Bokuto any visits." They don't know how to H-heal me, so" From beneath the blanket, Akaashi could see Bokuto's shoulders rise and fall. There was silence, and then there was a sound. He smelled sort of like a hospital. He looked back down at the game screen. Looking down swiftly, Akaashi's sights locked onto his hands. Often times, however, Akaashi would disagree with his parents, unhappy with the suggestions they'd given him. He was only a blurred shape now, but Akaashi knew he was still there. In minutes, the information desk was in his sights, and for the first time in forever, he'd actually gone to it. "Fine by me! Press J to jump to the feed. ", Confused and mildly shocked, Akaashi made a face. You always do.". "Well now you have. It wasn't like Bokuto to question what he said in such a straightforward fashion. Bokuto smiled wide to those words. Akaashi tapped his fingers quietly against his pants. Akaashi sighed. "So I figured if you left now You Wouldn't have to And it wouldn't h-hurt so much". His voice a mere murmur, Akaashi moved closer to Bokuto, then resumed to lie down on his back, his head slightly elevated with the pillows that sat behind him. That was, until he saw a familiar face. His hands at his sides, Bokuto bowed. He seemed to be unfazed by many things, and blatant about others, blurting sentences out that didn't seem to have much thought behind them. Akaashi already knew where he had to go. He found himself unable to say anything else, figuring that Bokuto wouldn't have anything to say either, but he was wrong. He pressed send and watched the phone carefully, waiting for the small ellipses to appear on the lower left side of the screen. ], [They think I'm interning. All I have to say is that this fucking broke me. Akaashi muttered. I guess I can wait that long. I've heard a lot about you in the short hour that I've been here.". He smoothed his thumb over Bokuto's knuckles. Bokuto swatted Akaashi's hands away. But that still doesn't make me a better person. Akaashi woke with a start that same night, his strangled shouts having pulled him from his sleep. It was amazing. The both of them had sat down long ago, leaving Bokuto and Kuroo to their own business as they wandered about and waved their arms around in their animated way of speaking. Sorry.]. This includes Bokuto and Akaashi, as you already may know. (FFI) is a very rare autosomal dominant inherited prion disease of the brain Akaashi's eyes scanned the screen. Been here for about Four weeks now." His answer was cold, but it did not seem to cut through the other's pleasant mood. Kuroo started down the hall, Bokuto trailing after him. "Yeah, I'm-," He turned his head, "Is there someone in there?" Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's palm. Akaashi wanted to scream, but he couldn't find his voice. He was cool to the touch colder than most. Trying so hard to fit in that small amount of sleep that would get him through the next day, and Akaashi wanted to help. Bokuto held out his own, eager to see if it were true. Despite this, it only seemed to make Bokuto laugh even harder. "I used to handle the cold better than this." Akaashi set his phone down and leaned back slowly, resting the back of his head against his pillow. He touched his forehead to Bokuto's shoulder, which only earned a laugh from him. "I was drowning." "Okay." 42766 guests He could only watch as those tears fell at a faster pace, down onto his hospital gown and onto the floor. "That's Fine with me." A puff of smoke came from him as he exhaled. "Well then, if you had a second chance" Akaashi hesitated. It was a reaction that Akaashi was not expecting in the least, but he played off his surprise and only managed an, "I see.". Akaashi followed after knowing that Kenma was nearby. Akaashi snorted softly and leaned back in his seat. He pressed his lips into a thin line and fell backwards on his bed. "Koutarou Why do you watch me like that?" "No. There was almost a hint of sarcasm in his voice. Akaashi sat up and placed his phone on the counter. Surprised, Akaashi gave Bokuto his attention again. "So we were going to step outside for a minute or two in order to get this owl to shut up.". It was moments like these that made Akaashi realize just how much of an innocent soul Bokuto really was. I, personally, don't cry at a lot of stuff (I just feel sad), and it's different from person to person. Every now and then, it would come to him that Bokuto was only twenty years old, and that fact would only weigh Akaashi down even more than it usually did. He found some and said them without a second thought. I'll have to watch it again.". Akaashi's jaw clenched. I showed up to your house unannounced at three in the morning. Akaashi was close to holding his breath before Bokuto had finally drew his hand back. "It's freezing." He didn't know how to deal with him now, so he remained silent. He squeezed Akaashi, mashing him closer until he could barely breathe. "Things happen.". Bokuto stared off in the distance from beyond the net, his face carrying a confused expression. He was paler than before, and the bags under his eyes were darker. It shocked him as Akaashi continued. Things could be worse. He rubbed his hands together weakly and tilted his head to the side. "For a guy who's name is Kuroo, he sure is a colorful one." You like volleyball too?! Bokuto turned his head to catch another look out the window. (does that make sense?). Akaashi shifted in his seat, now timid. He eyed the blonde one for quite a while. "Good night." what disease did, bokuto have in another life. "I am. Wincing a bit, Akaashi squinted at his phone screen. My sister told me to read it, since I really don't cry. In seconds, his hand was calm again. They had a strange relationship, to say the least. "Why do you watch me like that?" "I didn't Want you to leave. "You seem to have grown more attached to that Pocky stick than me". Bokuto leaned in and touched his forehead to Akaashi's. by postingAO3stories. They shared each other's company in silence for what felt like the length of five minutes, and in that time, Akaashi never once looked to the side to catch a glimpse at Kuroo. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. He was slow to speak up again, but did either way. His undivided attention was on Bokuto. Akaashi stared at the text message and let out a shaking sigh. He wanted to rid himself of this feeling, rid himself of this silence, so he searched his mind in haste for any word that came to mind. Akaashi almost smiled back, and he would have, too, if it hadn't been for the thunder that sounded its arrival from above. "See, look." 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. Bokuto tightened his grasp in that automatic way he always did. Whole. Akaashi laced his fingers together and dug his nails into the backs of his hands. "I don't want you to grow any m-more attached to me th-than y-you already are. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. Akaashi placed the small, white compressed lump of snow into Bokuto's palm. Reading it at 3am didn't help either because I was just crying in front of my phone screen until the sun rose. He walked home that day with a balled up blanket in his arms, a burgundy scarf around his neck, and nothing more from the hospital. At one point in his dream, Akaashi looked out the window. jackie robinson life and legacy. Those yellow eyes of his would often dart to the floor, then to the ceiling, around the room, and back to the floor, but he would never look at Akaashi. 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. 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. He was kind of difficult to keep up with, and Akaashi felt like this would be a long term sort of thing. He looked around in weary haste, but calmed quickly once his memory had returned to him. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one walking around when he was the sick one out of the lot. caohezi, soggycereaal, Eclipce_Kitty, sisachoo, Moonlight_Starlight, coffeeeejelly, NagitosOnlyHope, Cat_man, whaleinsea, cupcakehinata, eve_ilDoll, Levida, Hallow_Darkfrost, KeeganIsVeryDead, idyllicjade, aizawasscarf, Bl00d_Gutz404, lemon_lime2021, mxrey, Average_Fangirl330, Mii15, jevil_Jay, linom, Gay_MentallyIll_Rat, jellyforfish, Len_Kiwi, barwinek, Another_Usuario, ry_jv, hyaracinth, si11y1i1y, f4iiries, Melicity, ImmediatelyWriting, Wigglyflapjacks, zhengokokok, hualiansss, ordeal, DinDin_akdifbsidsbdi_human, stxrsprxte, anonymousxbelle, Hypsilon, BubblegumTerminator, DrarryxLover, xumiun, Vas_vlas, Alidareisss, Penepon, FivePointsManhattan, Rey_xx, and 28352 more users Sunlight broke into the room, cascading all along the walls and floor, and casting shadows all around. They both found it easier to believe in that lie than to accept the truth of what was to come. Bokuto's breathing was quiet, and his hand never really remained still for a long time. 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. Akaashi always made sure to hold Bokuto close and squeeze him tight whenever this happened, just to let him know that he was there for him. He didn't want to talk to anyone. The same thing happened to him some two and a half months ago. sutton united average attendance; Akaashi was glad to have made it in time. However, he is initially listless and pessimistic about his operation, as he has no will to live, thinking . Imagine the looks on their faces when they see me coming in from the outside. This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers. Bokuto only complied and stuck his entire arm out instead, watching as each individual snowflake passed around his limb, as if none wanted to touch him. The words had come as such a shock to Bokuto that he'd paused and looked up at Akaashi. Just what kind of guy was he? He probably had a thousand things to say, but he kept them all at bay and instead rolled onto his side, facing away from Akaashi. When this would happen, he'd pull a frustrated expression for only a moment before his face grew too tired to hold it any longer. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. He was paler than the others who walked along in the halls, and soft, dark circles sat under his eyes. He repeated the same phrase, finding that it was difficult to search for words at the time. I loved this. In time, Kuroo and Kenma found that it was time for them to make their way back home. I was just thinking." He figured it was already past five in the afternoon. He wanted to know if it was real or not. His voice was gentle, light on Bokuto's ears. In his silence, Bokuto wept to himself, fat tears rolling down his cheeks in numbers. Akaashi's arm cautiously wrapped itself around Bokuto's broad shoulders. "I'm not coming back to visit him anymore. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. "No is my final answer." Though Bokuto's speaking skills weren't as good as they used to be, he was still the more talkative one out of the two. 75. Akaashi would answer his questions coldly, with little to no emotion, but Bokuto would cherish these answers and retort with excitement in his tone. "Sure." He reached a hand out to turn on the lamp that sat on his nightstand. i thought it was bad enough having to be inside kenma's head for the entire story, but having bokuto cry was probably the worst part of the book. "That's interesting". Bokuto's eyes did the familiar light up thing as he bounded into Akaashi's home. 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. Akaashi paused for a long moment and said nothing for a while. "He's a bit more of An ass, to say the least." They asked about the blanket and the scarf, but they never asked about Bokuto. [Then I guess I'll see you at the hospital around a week or two from now. With barely an ounce of strength left, Bokuto pulled himself up a tad to get a better look outside. Exhaling heavily, Akaashi turned to look at the desk near his bed. It caused him to open his eyes and look in Akaashi's direction, astonished. He looked in Akaashi's direction. "Of course they do." His head slumped against his shoulder, and both his hands rested on his stomach. He paused. He motioned for Bokuto to come closer. ", "Comforting?" Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. "That was when he learned about the disease. Kind of confusing, but good. But ultimately, they would urge him to carry out the task that had been pushed on him, and one way or another, he'd do it. texas rule of civil procedure 99. largest staffing companies in the us 2021; moorabool news editor; romaji practice sentences; menards swing set accessories; what city produces the most nfl players; "Likewise.". Bokuto talked quietly in response to Kenma, gave a nod, and smiled. An 'It's alright,' could be heard from behind him, but it soon faded as Akaashi continued forward. Akaashi squirmed in discomfort. It took time for Akaashi's words to reach him, but when they finally did, his face lit up as he broke out in laughter. He didn't wait for Kuroo to respond and glanced into Bokuto's room. He said in a hushed voice. Surely enough, he noticed Kenma sitting in the seat next to Bokuto's bed. He didn't care, nor did he think he would care in the near future. All he had to do was talk to someone, and in an instant, they would be involved in Bokuto's lively shenanigans once again. I don't want to read them. It still smelled like him. If you wanna. I see." Kuroo rubbed the lower part of his face with his hand. Keeping his eyes closed, Akaashi took in the feeling of this. Juli 2022 . The ending is Akaashi dreaming, but Bokuto's soul/spirit is with Akaashi in his dream, and Bokuto "found him" In another life. His heart beat a mile a minute, he found it difficult to swallow, and one of his legs bounced up and down rapidly. They don't pay much attention to me anyways!". ", "I'm" Kenma's lips puckered in thought. You had a nightmare? He placed one hand on the windowsill and squeezed, his knuckles going white. He had probably lost a bit overtwenty pounds in the two months that passed. Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. Pursing his lips into a thin line, Akaashi looked down and noticed that Kenma had laced his fingers together. Akaashi scowled. "I don't want to." Both hands had clasped around Bokuto's own now, quavering without pause. WE HAVE TO PLAY TOGETHER.]. "Bokuto is starting to look less and less like his old self, too.