He was cool to the touch colder than most. "Of course. Slowly, he reached a hand out and closed it over the twitching one, his four fingers fitting into Bokuto's palm. He observed his surroundings once again, having been fascinated by the inside of someone else's home. His voice was low. The words were barely a whisper, and they came without warning. Akaashi sighed to himself, frustrated with how easily he'd given in to Bokuto's begging. Our teams would face each other often. Akaashi beckoned for his visitor. The other spoke in a quiet voice, low and brooding. It had been three days since Bokuto's passing, and surely enough, sleep did not come to Akaashi as easily as it used to. Akaashi, don't give him a hard time, or you and I are going to fucking fight.". He turned to look at Akaashi. "Good" Bokuto eased back and buried his head into his pillow. His phone was there. Playing off of this, Akaashi texted for Kuroo to send an image of himself for Bokuto to see. He was paler than before, and the bags under his eyes were darker. ", "His entire body was relaxed. He walked ahead quickly, straight into the room. "This is Akaashi. "I know You hate hosp-itals. "Hi." Work Search: 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 During the next day, Akaashi decided to stay home. Kuroo would have been concerned if not for finding out what had happened earlier that day. It was amazing. He hesitated for a moment, but finally spoke up. ", Turning his head, Bokuto looked at Akaashi. You've got all the right to sleep". "I know." I was the only one willing to give it to him." "So Three hours is nothing." "Ninety-seven pounds, right? Kuroo finally left the room after four minutes or so, having forgotten that he was supposed to leave in the first place. My friend is." and akaashi replies with "You found me." "Wait, what? ", Bokuto glanced at him. Bokuto and Kuroo continued to talk animatedly, the both of them out of earshot. So he stayed in place, holding onto Bokuto, taking in his company for one last time before he'd never see him again. The title for the movie that Bokuto and Akaashi watched in the fanfic "In Another Life" is "Cloud Atlas". Bokuto kept silent. Frail, shaking fingers pushed through his own black and white hair in an attempt to calm himself down, but another thunder clap sounded, louder that time. ", Akaashi nearly scoffed. That he wasn't another one of those illusions his mind would create. He was nothing more than a blanket with a head. To the garden out in the back.". His hand trembled harder with each passing second, as if the movement would cause Bokuto to wake up. ", "Not to my knowledge. He held his hand up in a "peace sign", and the video ended with him on screen. "Ah. It lit Bokuto's face up just enough for Akaashi to take in those healthy features that were staring back at him. ", "It passed." 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. Exhaling through his nostrils, Akaashi reclaimed his seat in bed, crossing his legs. The various identities control a person's behavior at different times. He sighed his response with a grin. This story is a heart wrenching major character death story. He held an air around him as if he were having a normal conversation about the weather. Akaashi pulled Bokuto back inside. He furrowed his brow and exhaled heavily, his eyes looking down. "You're too loud, be quiet." It wasn't long before Akaashi had leaned his head on Kuroo's shoulder, as he, too, fell victim to the sorrow that slowly ate him alive. To this, Bokuto's arm fell and rested lightly on his stomach. Why do I let him do this? ", "I am. Akaashi entered the building and greeted the woman at the front desk, as always. He wanted nothing to do with it. He turned the chair so that he was now facing Bokuto from the front. Chloe was three years old when she became Chloe Holden, but her adoption didn't scar her, and she's had a great life. "It's nice to meet you, Kozume. Akaashi managed the faintest of smiles. "Please toss to me again!" Are you checking out?". You had a nightmare? Akaashi felt his heart sink to his stomach. ", "Kenma is fine." I don't want to read them. Guessing quickly, Akaashi muttered, "One?". He smiled. Bokuto reached a hand out, aimlessly trying to swat Akaashi's own hand away. Same thing happened to me and now I'm questioning myself. Eventually, Bokuto drew back his hand and let it fall to his side. "There is no known cure, huh?" Staring down wide-eyed at the floor of the hospital room, Bokuto fought to find words. 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. Now on to another one I have noticed. "I'm very bad at measuring time now, too, if you haven't noticed. Akaashi and Bokuto carried a sort of unspoken communication with each other. I'm taking you back." Keep it cool. He sighed. No one could hear me. "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. The words left his mouth reluctantly. [Yeah! ", Akaashi's eyes squinted to the words, and he leaned forward in shock. and inhaled with frailty. He looked down at Bokuto's phone. He didn't want to. Bokuto's eyes said everything to him. They find eachother again, and it's a happy ending. Bokuto doesn't do well with those", "Ah" Kuroo looked at the ceiling, as if he would be able to see the clouds from there. i also really appreciated their dialogue and certain scenes they had together (when they play volleyball + when he sneaks out to visit + seeing the snow + "you are beautiful" through the notes app). He gripped his phone in his hand and took in a deep breath, filling his lungs with all the air that he could before he exhaled through his nostrils. His head was down and his fingers moved swiftly over the buttons on the gaming device that he held in his hands. He was redirecting the pain. I loved this. "You don't have to put that." Akaashi's jaw clenched. 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. After a moment, he finally spoke. He was thinner than before, a large flannel shirt fitting him loosely. "Just breathe with me.". "Okay." "So I guess I am pretty good at being funny. "No, no, no, no-" He pulled away from the windowsill and ran out of his room, straight downstairs and to the front door. "What are you doing? He looked at him and exhaled through his nose quietly. Bokuto was the first to notice this, but had also been the last to say anything about it. Okay but if someone could explain to me the ending of In Another Life by littleluxray that would be very nice. It took a moment for Bokuto to focus on him. But sometimes, he wouldn't answer certain questions, despite Akaashi asking them twice. 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. "It isn't." "Why are you so fond of the snow, Bokuto?". Akaashi didn't say another word afterwards. An old friend." Perplexed, Akaashi directed his full attention to Bokuto. Even if it's just a little bit." Akaashi remained in place with the thought in mind that Bokuto would respect his personal space and sit a foot or two away from him, but to his apparent surprise, Bokuto leaned his head on Akaashi's shoulder and slipped an arm around him. Why the hell did this have to happen to him? "My room is this way.". He studied the back of Bokuto's head, eying the messy strands of black and white hair that overlapped each other. Dissociative disorders are mental disorders that involve experiencing a disconnection and lack of continuity between thoughts, memories, surroundings, actions and identity. He felt the need to keep most of his questions at bay. The movie was well over two hours in, nearing its end, and Bokuto lay on his side, curled up and clutching the blanket with what little strength he had left. "Yes?" It would hurt if he did. He stared at him intently and watched every move he made, to the point where this had captured Akaashi's attention. He said lightheartedly, his fingers trembling around his phone. To not be able to sleep?". His eyes lighting up, Bokuto straightened his back and fished his hand into his pocket. I just met him." He reached a hand out and touched Bokuto's forehead. Turning his attention back to him, Bokuto met Akaashi's gaze. They were thin and bony, and he could see those smooth blue veins curling over the bones beneath his flesh. Akaashi never knew that Bokuto was one to suddenly sulk on a dime. His hand wobbled so much that it was impossible to decipher which letters he was hitting. I wish I could sleep like that again.". [I must have texted you while you were asleep!]. That's how much he supposedly weighs now? He laughed again, louder this time. He sat in his room for the majority of the day, and had spent at least six hours awake until he'd picked his phone up in his hands again. He instead allowed his actions to speak for him. ", A laugh escaped Bokuto, the sound curling his lips into a smile. "Apathy-kun." He was wasting time, asking for something that he did not want in the least. The disembodied voice came from off screen. "Yeah, but Do You think it will snow soon? Has he ever done anything bad? Stretching out a trembling arm, Akaashi took hold of Bokuto's hand. It was cold and shook in short bursts. It was cold. He instead continued to stare in Akaashi's direction with hopeful eyes. Same old, same old. Akaashi figured he should stay quiet too. "He does. A sheepish grin curled Akaashi's lips. Akaashi was at a loss for words. Two hours had passed since their last words towards each other, yet Akaashi still lay awake in bed. I miss you especially, Bokuto. [Then I guess I'll see you at the hospital around a week or two from now. I think the ending is up to interpret, but this is what I thought of. ", Akaashi clenched his jaw behind a mildly irritated face. He just didn't want to accept it. The cold was no longer a factor to Akaashi. Bokuto didn't allow him to finish his sentence as he embraced Akaashi suddenly. He flinched and pulled his hand away to stare at the screen. Sitting back, he reached a hand out and paused the movie that'd been on screen. "I'm fine now.". He tried to hide his grin with his hand, but it was still visible from the gaps between his fingers. Akaashi liked it when this happened. That familiar feeling of dread was rising from deep within him, something Akaashi wanted to forget. "I can barely keep my eyes open by day, and can barely keep them closed by night." Trying so hard to fit in that small amount of sleep that would get him through the next day, and Akaashi wanted to help. He found he had nothing more to say. As much as it infuriated him, he knew that Bokuto wasn't going to go anywhere unless he let him into his home first. Bokuto's movements were late to this, but he reacted nonetheless as he turned Akaashi's way to touch his chin to the top of his head. He swore without a filter. 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 . "Yeah. I haven't gone outside in days." I like to think of this as the, of course, depression part of his Bipolar. Again, he felt the light tapping against his arm. "Setter. "All the people who've contracted this disease eventually die within a year or less" This part was read aloud. He continued to stare on as he talked. He took in a slow, deep breath and closed his eyes, and his eyebrows knit together for only a second. He wanted the thought to leave his mind. "So, how was it, watching the movie for the thousandth time?" He only looked like a tall, thin, black mass now as he stood near the stairway. "Are you sure you should be going out in the cold like that?". Akaashi would also murmur quiet things to him from time to time, to keep up a small, often one sided conversation. Their walking then slowed to a halt, and it was then that Akaashi had become aware of the new individual who'd invaded his personal space. I do.". "Hey, Kenma, who are you talking to?" ], [Alright, well We'll just see about that.]. "I'm already in Death row. And here he is". His emerald eyes met golden ones. He could feel his heartbeat thumping hard against his chest, as if it wanted to break free. stardustcrusader28 i would have to research more about the disease, but bokuto was probably suffering all that day, slowly decaying more and more until he couldn't sustain himself anymore and passed away. Show him a movie or play a game with him that would result in him to calm down quickly. Then I'll have to walk you to the hospital before the doctors find out you're missing and lose their minds. I've realized that I don't want to come here anymore. Bokuto looked exhausted beyond belief, yet there he stood, excited to make his way to the gymnasium. Akaashi almost smiled back, and he would have, too, if it hadn't been for the thunder that sounded its arrival from above. He chuckles. Press J to jump to the feed. What?" Akaashi sat in bed and wrapped a sheet around himself. Several flakes had gathered on the outstretched limb, but they were not quick to melt. Akaashi moved his head to the side and touched his forehead to Bokuto's neck. ", He cocked his head to the side. His head was cocked back as he surveyed the gym. The same thing happened to him some two and a half months ago. Inhaling deeply, Akaashi lingered in place, then sat down in the empty seat next to Kuroo. It works for me as well. He didn't know how to deal with him now, so he remained silent. It took some time, but he finally answered. Akaashi said bitterly as he hobbled up the stairs. He watched Bokuto intently, curious to know what his answer would be. There's a storm coming. Bokuto resisted, standing firm in place. When you're around him, you help him forget.". Akaashi's parents were intent on having him intern in a hospital nearby, so that he could stockpile more things that would look . ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? "It's freezing." "The three hours!" ], [I don't know any other way to put it. Farmer's Empowerment through knowledge management. "I told you I would" He all but murmured against Bokuto's shoulder. Relaxing his head against the crook of Bokuto's neck, Akaashi blinked wearily and stared off into the distance. All he could do was watch in muted anguish as Bokuto finally accepted what had become of his short lived life. "That weather will only hurt you. [I'm well, thank you Just catching up on some volleyball things], [VOLLEYBALL?! Akaashi frowned and left his phone screen alone to dim and blacken. He stalked over to the other side of the bed, where he would be able to look at Bokuto's face. "I feel the same about this place, honestly." by | Jun 30, 2022 | niebaum coppola family select | brian allen rams high school | Jun 30, 2022 | niebaum coppola family select | brian allen rams high school But as he thought of it, as he narrowed down the true meanings of both phrases, he ultimately could not decide which of the two were more horrifying. "Hello. "Get inside." "What's the big deal? Slowly but gradually, Akaashi's heart rate picked up. [Nightmare? i felt sad abt it, im jus really confused at the ending, like was it a dream, hallucination, afterlife,etc? So they don't mind. Bokuto's voice was soft, measly, and carried no force to it. Akaashi frowned deeply. "Don't apologize.". 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. It's a little too late for that, Bokuto." rockin' the west coast prayer group; easy bulky sweater knitting pattern. Akaashi couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of his unfamiliarity with Bokuto that caused this. I was actually thinking of taking my leave soon, as well-", "What? He turned his attention back to the only other in the room. Thank you, Koutarou, for talking to me me in the hall that day And asking me if I was alright. 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. "Five weeks ago, he was in shambles. Bokuto power walked ahead, obligating Akaashi to catch up to him with a quickened pace, whether he wanted to or not. It took quite some time for a message from Kuroo to arrive, but when it did, Akaashi realized that he'd sent a video instead of what was initially asked for. An exhausted breath left him, and Akaashi finally fell asleep. "So How are you taking all of this, if I may ask? He didn't wait for Kuroo to respond and glanced into Bokuto's room. "What makes you think I'm attached to you? I see." Akaashi snorted softly and leaned back in his seat. Minutes passed, and in time, Akaashi could feel Bokuto relaxing against him, the signs of fatigue finally wearing him down. ", Akaashi watched him carefully. He stared at the ceiling. Once there, Bokuto pulled his hand from Akaashi's and leaned it against the windowsill. He pulled out a phone, and to Akaashi's dread, he asked for his phone number. Akaashi cast a weary look in Bokuto's direction, gave a nod, and continued on his way until he was out of the building. That night was no different as Akaashi repeated this action for the twentieth time that day, his thumb scrolling up and down for minutes on end until he finally came to a stop. He held his face against the corpse's neck, just beneath the jawline, breathing in all that was left of Bokuto. So i havent seen ppl talking about this so i m guessing i m the only one who thinks this and its prolly CRAZY but HEAR ME OUT i think akaashi is now have same disease as bokuto and first he coulndt fell asleep and now he is also seeing hallucinations and prolly he will also die like bokuto but the diffrence being he was there for bokuto but sadly there will be no one by his side and he will die alone but surely with a smile on his face cause he can finally meet bokuto in after life. His head hung low, and his attention belonged only to the handheld system that entertained him. The words echoed in Akaashi's head, as if they'd been spoken aloud. Bokuto tightened his grasp in that automatic way he always did. He smiled down at him. This one.". what disease did, bokuto have in another life. "How did he look?" "Setting an alarm for six AM." 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 dug his thumb nail into the side of his index finger and returned his gaze to Bokuto. He wasted no time ascending the steps needed to get to the part of the hospital where he'd almost reached all that time ago. "Goodbye.". He hated how difficult it had become for him to tell apart the real things from the fake ones. He stared at the wall and bounced one leg up and down as his emotions slowly started to reclaim him. He looked up at the sickly one when he'd said those words, trying to meet his gaze, but ultimately finding no yellow eyes to look into. Akaashi stared at the text message and let out a shaking sigh. "Look at me, it's going to be fine." He didn't seem like one to say goodbye or hello for that matter, so both Akaashi and Bokuto didn't pay any mind to it. They don't pay much attention to me anyways!". Bokuto's hallucinations had become such a part of him, that he thought the snow outside was just another mind trick. He stood there, hesitant, uninterested, indifferent. Please play on the highest quality possibleToday, February 3, Bokuto Koutarou's death anniversary.This edit is just based on the fanfic, so don't worry, Boku. "Akaashi? When it falls, I want to go out and stand in it.".
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