A gasp escaped Bokuto. Kuroo started down the hall, Bokuto trailing after him. He found that speaking was taking much more energy than he thought. He left the room quickly, leaving Bokuto by his lonesome. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. He studied the small needle that was lodged into Bokuto's forearm, eyed the thin tube that was attached to this, and followed it up to the bag of IV fluid that hung above his head. It was strange how the less Bokuto asked, the more Akaashi found himself saying. "No. Frankly speaking, it had no affect on him in the slightest. On occasion, one or two would land on him, and he would draw his hand in quickly to try and see if he could make out the small pattern on them. Bokuto power walked ahead, obligating Akaashi to catch up to him with a quickened pace, whether he wanted to or not. DID is usually caused by past trauma. There was something strange about the excitement in his tone. "It doesn't matter if you've never met Bokuto before, or if you haven't seen him in ten days, or ten weeks, or ten months, or ten years. He must have been. When he'd finally found him, those shining eyes of his lit up just a little more than usual. He'd realized just how rude that was, falling asleep so easily in front of a person who's biggest struggle was just that. It was a quiet laugh. His eyes where set forward. He read up on the symptoms and blinked gently, a hand over his lips. Akaashi frowned and left his phone screen alone to dim and blacken. "Bokuto is starting to look less and less like his old self, too. He was now more curious than he'd ever been before. Bokuto spoke, his voice peaceful. ", "Well if you've watched it seven times then why not watch it an eighth time? ", Bokuto stared at Akaashi. "The liquid started flooding into my mouth and nose, and it wasn't until I was suffocating that I forced myself awake.". "It's just how I am. 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. Do something Akaashi closed his mouth and swallowed. This time, Kuroo was the one to grunt, the sound coming from deep within his chest. It would shake every so often, and each time it did, Akaashi would squeeze lightly in response. They don't pay much attention to me anyways!". His hands tensed, relaxed, and rested against his neck. An old friend." "Hey, Kenma, who are you talking to?" This was their unspoken communication. Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. He reached a hand out and found Bokuto's. Akaashi leaned his head on his hand, chin resting in his palm. A hand reached up to push through his own messy locks. "Things happen.". Akaashi snorted softly and leaned back in his seat. Akaashi set his phone down and leaned back slowly, resting the back of his head against his pillow. Akaashi moved his head to the side and touched his forehead to Bokuto's neck. ], [No, he can't. You shouldn't be-". At one point, he reached a hand up to grab the beanie off of his head, and he aimlessly chucked it to the ground with force. Akaashi stared through the stranger. "One, maybe two months at most, if I'm lucky. At times, Akaashi would look through the conversations that he'd shared with him. But as he spoke about his favorite scene, Akaashi could sense a powerful vibe coming from him One that wasn't there before. The cold was no longer a factor to Akaashi. He'd flinched hard and sat up quickly, closing his hand over his mouth to subdue the almost hysteric sounds that came from him. Akaashi couldn't help but almost smile back, his lips barely twitching. Akaashi's eyes widened. "I'm fine." He struggled to raise a hand, and slowly he twirled his index finger in circles at the side of his head. Akaashi didn't want to bring up the fact that Bokuto probably would no longer possess the ability to walk by the time any snow did get a chance to fall, so he kept his mouth shut. It took a moment for Bokuto to respond, but after some time, he managed some words. Not great, but alright. Hang in there, alright? A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. Imagine their faces when they notice I'm not even in my room." A sob wretched its way out from Akaashi's throat. Akaashi's parents were intent on having him intern in a hospital nearby, so that he could stockpile more things that would look . Bokuto covered his mouth and coughed suddenly. His eyes looked down at Bokuto's hands. Akaashi could still feel the sensation of his wild white and black hair brushing against his cheek whenever he moved, and the warmth that came from him as he held him close. From his peripheral, Akaashi could see their hand reaching out to him. Akaashi frowned heavily as he entered the hospital. This includes Bokuto and Akaashi, as you already may know. "Oh- you can move." He didn't care, nor did he think he would care in the near future. He felt the need to keep most of his questions at bay. And just like that, a smile found Bokuto's face again. Unnerved, he spoke up again. It had been three days since Bokuto's passing, and surely enough, sleep did not come to Akaashi as easily as it used to. Kuroo's the bigger one. "What if they've already found out? Apathy-kun. He understood how that would be alarming to some people. He brought a hand up to push through his black hair, and slowly, his head fell forward. "I still miss it though. Akaashi pulled a solemn face and closed the laptop. He just didn't want to accept it. Because I wasn't, then. "Do you want to watch a movie?". "What?" It seemed more along the lines of an act of affection, or at least as affectionate as Kenma could get, which wasn't much. They were still wrapped up in whatever conversation they were having. The nickname popped into Akaashi's head for a brief second. And even if he could speak, he wouldn't have been able to talk for long considering the state he was in. Not even a sentence could get past his suffering. ", Bokuto snorted. Sho, known as Shawn in the US dub, is the male lead of The Secret World of Arrietty. 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 laughed again, louder this time. At first, Akaashi thought nothing of it. He only looked like a tall, thin, black mass now as he stood near the stairway. I knew how the book would end but i still cried. His hand wobbled so much that it was impossible to decipher which letters he was hitting. Akaashi avoided looking into them. ", "And then they'd turn my room upside down in an attempt to find me. "I would stay if it were up to me. It was cold and shook in short bursts. Bokuto looked down and twisted his lips to the side. Now if only the sickly one would hit it. "I heard the doctors talking. Did he really think he was admitted to a hospital just because he was having trouble sleeping? He watched as Bokuto's chest rose and fell with each breath that kept him alive. Akaashi leaned over in his seat to move himself closer to Bokuto. Not in front of Bokuto. He felt the gentlest of taps against his arm, and he turned his head to meet eyes that were as concerned as they were exhausted. "Then let's go!" Akaashi didn't know why he had this effect on him, but he did, and that was all that mattered to him. ", "So I can't sleep." ", Confused and mildly shocked, Akaashi made a face. Another sigh was forced out, even heavier this time. Bokuto's smile never left his face, and his tired eyelids contradicted his facial expression. "I'd dream that I messed up during a spike, and then I'd wake up fuming, and would constantly tell myself that I was the best.". His voice was low. In time, Kuroo and Kenma found that it was time for them to make their way back home. He breathed in that familiar scent that he'd grown so attached to, then exhaled quietly against Bokuto's prominent collar bone. Bokuto stared at Akaashi, his features having gone from disappointed to unaccepting. His emerald eyes met golden ones. "Impossible-" He pulled apart the blinds and looked down. He held it to his nose with some difficulty and breathed in the strawberry scent, then let his arm fall. "Fatal Familial Insomnia? "Hey- Akaashi, right? "So I guess I am pretty good at being funny. This might be confusing, but that's immediately what I thought. He was extremely pale, and somehow thinner than before, but he kept that same smile on his face. Though he'd been dressed in normal, casual clothing, upon further examination, there was indeed something sickly about him. All he cared about was the fact that Bokuto was still with him, next to him, breathing, alive. From: Bokuto (Sent July 29th at 11:56 PM). Mildly embarrassed, Bokuto looked away and rubbed his arms. 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. This was so so sad, I cried at the end. Still, he continued to talk. 'Sleep well, Akaashi.' "But I also want you to hold onto it.". He watched as Bokuto's smile faded instantly, his eyes having gone from half lidded to wide in a second. He then tossed it to Bokuto once he was close enough. This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers. "Of course." Akaashi.". Bokuto's automatic reaction to the warmth was to curl his fingers around Akaashi's grasp. 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. tip: austen words:10000-50000 sort:title. I've got time. Akaashi muttered. Our teams would face each other often. He waved and jogged out, knowing that if he didn't hurry, he'd have to spend several more minutes trying to catch up to a wandering Kenma. Sorry for always messaging you so late. He pulled himself closer to Bokuto, and nudged his face into the warmth of his neck. After a while, he opened his eyes and sighed, then moved across the court to the net. Akaashi watched as the screen went to black, and it was then that he placed the phone back on his nightstand, choosing to ignore the message. No one. 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. "It isn't." The familiar voice made Akaashi's throat tighten. Stop asking already. Sitting back, he reached a hand out and paused the movie that'd been on screen. 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. When Bokuto was like this, Akaashi would normally look away to spare himself the sight of it all. What was he to say? Bokuto talked quietly in response to Kenma, gave a nod, and smiled. The question came out of the blue. Bokuto didn't move much. The soft touch of Akaashi's hair against his chin comforted Bokuto, and pulled him into a relaxed state. ], [I see. He'd be furious with everyone in there, and he knew that the same pain burned within Akaashi, too. 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. Farmer's Empowerment through knowledge management. People with dissociative disorders escape reality in ways that are involuntary and unhealthy and cause problems with functioning in everyday life. It was an awful thing to do, but Akaashi knew full well that none of it was intentional on Bokuto's part. Akaashi stared intensely at the screen, then tore his gaze away and looked back to Bokuto. "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. Akaashi is a former intern in this hospital, and he loaths it. FFI?" He managed a feeble shrug and turned to continue on with the movie that he'd watched for the thirtieth time already. He reached his arm out and held his phone in front of Bokuto for him to type. He exerted more force into his arms, getting Bokuto to take a step back. "I have to go, Bokuto." Other than those things, Bokuto found it nearly impossible to stomach anything else. "But" Akaashi shocked himself with that one word. Bokuto had always been struggling to keep a positive front, but inside, he was falling apart all along. I showed up to your house unannounced at three in the morning. He held his face against the corpse's neck, just beneath the jawline, breathing in all that was left of Bokuto. Shifting in his seat, Bokuto pulled himself closer to Akaashi, one hand grasping the blanket that had been given to him. He closed his eyes in a slow blink and kept his breathing quiet. This book was absolutely fantabulous. His hands quivered as he dug his nails into his knuckles. 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 watched Bokuto with a wary gaze, unaware of what he was to say next. "Because you said you were okay, and I knew you weren't.". He climbed into bed and folded one leg, pulling over his laptop to start it up. He forced those words away and replaced them with new ones. Bokuto was the first to notice this, but had also been the last to say anything about it. That was, until he saw a familiar face. "Yeah." Work Search: Once again, that crippling spell took hold of him, and Akaashi couldn't move, nor could he speak. He wanted for him to spike it at least once lest Bokuto threw a self hate-induced panic attack. "What's the big deal? ", "I Don't know." "Keep doing what you're doing." Akaashi sighed to himself, frustrated with how easily he'd given in to Bokuto's begging. Akaashi was glad to have made it in time. He didn't get up to alert the nurses, or the doctors, or anyone in the hospital. "The three hours!" He only accepted my company. "Ninety-seven pounds, right? You? "Ha! He could feel Bokuto's chin rubbing against the top of his head, like it always did. So I'll just say bye for him! Kuroo was just as bitter. In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. He could still see Bokuto's hand, and it had frozen in place. His movements were uncoordinated and slow, and the only sounds he could manage were meek and most of the time inaudible. "Don't cry over it." So he stayed in place, holding onto Bokuto, taking in his company for one last time before he'd never see him again. He turned the chair so that he was now facing Bokuto from the front. ", "Well, I brought it up, just as a suggestion, but then he got really excited." "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. It's actually snowing.". [deleted] 2 yr. ago [removed] 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. "No. I'm not just some visitor, after all. Akaashi flinched. 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. what disease did, bokuto have in another lifekanawha county board of education. 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. After several seconds, he'd returned to see that Bokuto had changed his position in bed entirely. He was trying. He stared down at the screen, his brow furrowing slightly. Akaashi made sure to take a mental picture of this before he looked down and closed his eyes. Bokuto swatted Akaashi's hands away. Bokuto stared at the screen with interested eyes, wondering what the content would consist of.