Hesitating for only a second, he reached his hand out and took the device into his hands. Stuffing his phone in his pocket, Akaashi shrugged. He was nothing more than a blanket with a head. "I've been insensitive", A laugh bubbled out from Bokuto. Once he saw this, Kenma picked himself up from his seat, put his hands at his side, and bowed his head. His hands twitched once, and he moved closer, leaning into Bokuto's touch. "Come on" Akaashi reached a hand out to help Bokuto to his feet. "Yeah. Bokuto stared at Akaashi, his features having gone from disappointed to unaccepting. This would have me to conclude that he had Bipolar 1, or possibly Cyclothymia Disorder, which has brief periods of mania and depression. 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 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. "I'm fine." "That's Fine with me." That's how much he supposedly weighs now? The male across from him did well in hiding the look of offense that almost surfaced upon his face. He watched Bokuto intently, curious to know what his answer would be. 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. "I could ask you the same thing" Akaashi's lips screwed to the side. "I won't leave you." Bokuto's voice rang out from the room this time. Taking the ball in his hands, Akaashi aimed for the approximate location as to where Bokuto would spike the ball. Bokuto followed briskly. Bokuto held out his own, eager to see if it were true. ], [I don't know any other way to put it. 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. Bokuto grabbed Akaashi's hands with his own. If you watched Haikyuu, and anime, I would definitely recommend this ebook. "No is my final answer." to enjoy it, and okay, maybe you'll regret it when you're crying so hard you might pass out at 3am, but ultimately you'll be glad you read this masterpiece. 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. He couldn't bring himself to read over the last four words of the text again and ultimately shut off his phone. more depressing than the outsiders. 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 he only swallowed and kept his composure, just as he'd been doing since the day he met Bokuto. Sitting back, he reached a hand out and paused the movie that'd been on screen. He could sense the heavy amount of reluctance in each movement that Bokuto's hand carried out. He was now more curious than he'd ever been before. "And that's Kenma for you" Kuroo groaned as he repositioned himself in bed, and then he smiled. "Well now you have. They don't know how to H-heal me, so" From beneath the blanket, Akaashi could see Bokuto's shoulders rise and fall. He remained in place silently. From the background of the video, a low voice could be heard. He hissed the words under his breath, openly frustrated with the situation. Akaashi's eyes widened, his emotions now falling victim to a strange mix of fear and fury. This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers. WE HAVE TO PLAY TOGETHER.]. He lost the ability to walk a little more than a week ago. He praises others while shouting that he's the best at everything he does. My home is not a place for you to be right now. "I know you aren't going to ask, so I'll just let you know. This backfired, however, as the other's hand quickly withdrew. "I am. In time, Kuroo and Kenma found that it was time for them to make their way back home. He whispered softly, his voice shaking in his throat. ", "It's not." In an attempt to move, he tapped his fingers against his legs at an impatient pace. Akaashi lifted himself onto his elbows. If you wanna. He turned to look at Akaashi. ", "Comforting?" Once there, Bokuto pulled his hand from Akaashi's and leaned it against the windowsill. ", "That's the same thing!" Akaashi eyeballed the small male for a long second, knowing that he wouldn't look up to catch him. The hospital AU that no body asked for, but that I took upon myself to write. That had been one of Bokuto's worst attacks yet. Akaashi could feel a weak, ailing arm pull itself up to rest upon his shoulder. "Don't apologize.". But most of the time, he only sat there and continued to watch nothing. Surely enough, snow was falling, and in chunks too, but this did not grasp Bokuto's attention. 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. their spirits found each other again as they moved on to "another life". They sat heavily in the pit of his stomach, churning and pestering him, urging him to throw up. He kept his eyes on the screen. He returned Bokuto's gaze, then looked down quickly afterwards. So then why was he so cheerful about his entire situation? what disease did, bokuto have in another life. (does that make sense?). With one elbow on the bed, he held his phone so that the both of them could see. "Well, even if you wanted to, I wouldn't have an answer for you." The last thing he wanted to do was wake him up, so they lay in silence for minutes on end. "Fatal Familial Insomnia? In Another Life LittleLuxray 4.68 768 ratings185 reviews Sleeping didn't come as easy as it used to. But on rare occasions, there were times when he'd have no choice but to watch Bokuto fall apart at the hands of his illness, and he hated it. Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is a mental health condition. "The movie kept me company. Akaashi stirred in bed slightly and let out a weak grunt. He had to be. The answer came so much more quickly than Kuroo thought it would. He said lightheartedly, his fingers trembling around his phone. Akaashi avoided looking into them. Kuroo would have been concerned if not for finding out what had happened earlier that day. He didn't care, nor did he think he would care in the near future. "No. Trying so hard to fit in that small amount of sleep that would get him through the next day, and Akaashi wanted to help. A gust of icy wind charged its way into the room in an instant, draining the warmth from everything it touched. ", "Kenma is fine." A cold shiver curled up Akaashi's spine. Akaashi could feel Bokuto's enthusiasm through his text messages. You never miss a day Don't your parents ever ask why you come here so much? He tried to aim for it at the very least, but found it difficult to. They settled there, deeming Bokuto one of them for the remainder of their frozen lives before they eventually melted or fell away. Sometimes when I blink you aren't there anymore" Bokuto rubbed one of his eyes, then the other, and let his hand drop to his sides. Both hands had clasped around Bokuto's own now, quavering without pause. The question came out of the blue. 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. He moved closer, his other hand taking hold of Bokuto's. 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. RandyKrauswasparalyzed.Hisleftsidewasuseless.Buthisrighthandwas1enoughtoliftabuckettohisforehead.Oncehe'dbeenapoliceofficerandownedaprivate-eyeagency.Oncehe . They felt mandatory now. Three times, Bokuto jolted awake involuntarily, and three times, he covered his eyes with his forearm and heaved a quiet sigh. It would hurt if he did. Akaashi chuckled with Bokuto, folding his arms in the process. ", Akaashi turned his head to face Kuroo. Such an energetic texter, Bokuto was. He turned his head to look out the window, eyeing the moon timidly. "I used to have some insane dreams, too. "Take a seat. Akaashi furrowed his brow and looked outside, away from Bokuto. Whenever we did, Kuroo and Bokuto would meet up afterwards and spend time together. "Goodbye.". "Isn't that what humans do? He looked up and grinned, and waved wildly in Akaashi's direction. "Of course I don't. He continued to stare on as he talked. Has he ever done anything bad? YES! Okay but if someone could explain to me the ending of In Another Life by littleluxray that would be very nice. Keep it cool. Just then, as Akaashi bit down on the inside of his lower lip, he turned his head in time to catch a glimpse of Kenma lowering his head towards Bokuto. It almost sounded as if Bokuto were talking to himself. Looking away slowly, Akaashi watched as Bokuto and Kuroo reappeared in the distance. Akaashi stared on as his mind searched for words. 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. Bokuto was very different from everyone else Akaashi had ever met before him. Akaashi set his phone down and leaned back slowly, resting the back of his head against his pillow. 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. never reading fanfics again (probably will), *gestures vaguely* idk what to do with my life anymore i won't ever recover from this , I've cried so much, I really loved it, it had been a while since I don't cry with a book. 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. Many words dashed through his mind, but he could only think of three that would be best for him to say to Akaashi. He found it strange, how Bokuto was the one . All he cared about was the fact that Bokuto Koutarou was still there. He lay his cheek on the top of Akaashi's head and kept still, daring not to wake him. When he was like this, Akaashi would think that he was resting, and he would almost believe that thought until Bokuto would twitch awake again, his body jerking him from what little relaxation he tried to achieve. Statistics Chart "Setting an alarm for six AM." The bedsheets crumpled beneath his hands. "Didn't that come off as remotely funny? Freezing in his seat, Akaashi read the words ten times over before he finally looked up. Akaashi's arm cautiously wrapped itself around Bokuto's broad shoulders. Inhaling deeply, Akaashi lingered in place, then sat down in the empty seat next to Kuroo. "Do you want to watch a movie?". On the first night out of the three, Akaashi flat out refused to get any rest in fear of suffering another night terror. Thank you for reading, it means a lot that you've read through my work! Keeping in contact with me wouldn't be a good idea.". He spoke just loudly enough for Bokuto to hear him. "Insomnia." Genres Fan FictionLGBTRomanceBoys LoveAnimeQueerManga 104 pages, ebook Published January 1, 2015 Book details & editions Once it did, Akaashi was greeted with a, "Hello?". He shook his head again, stronger this time. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. "That was your idea of a joke?". "It's warm-" Bokuto exhaled and shuddered once he was inside, slipping off his shoes. Akaashi said bitterly as he hobbled up the stairs. (See the end of the work for more notes.). "I would hope so." He, too, did not intend on showing up to any funeral. Bokuto did not move a muscle after having seen Akaashi stir. If you love sci-fi shows, then there is one thing you have in common with Netflix.In the plethora of content that it releases every month, the streaming service seems especially invested in the sci-fi genre. Akaashi placed the small, white compressed lump of snow into Bokuto's palm. Don't Come telling m-me now that you Have only been coming here every day because y-you wanted to.". "Bokuto is starting to look less and less like his old self, too. 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 took a glance out the window, only to instantly throw on his clothes and toss his bag over his shoulders. Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. Staring down wide-eyed at the floor of the hospital room, Bokuto fought to find words. "So you must be leaving soon, then.". Press J to jump to the feed. Which makes this review sound negative, BUT!! "Relax." Bokuto kept his finger up, then moved his hand to point it at himself. There was almost a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He was trying to tell Akaashi something else. Akaashi would answer his questions coldly, with little to no emotion, but Bokuto would cherish these answers and retort with excitement in his tone. Bokuto flinched hard enough to make the bed shake. Not great, but alright. There was something strange about the excitement in his tone. Bokuto's voice was soft, measly, and carried no force to it. "No, no, no, no-" He pulled away from the windowsill and ran out of his room, straight downstairs and to the front door. It was a surreal feeling, one that he could never in one million years describe. Akaashi relaxed then, keeping the sleeping act alive. 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 quickly got up from the bed and walked off. It read: "If I knew those words I spoke a week ago would have been my last, I would have chosen them more carefully.". He stared up at Akaashi with that smile that never seemed to fade. Akaashi was glad. He didn't want to talk to anyone. Akaashi murmured the words and looked Bokuto up and down. He dreamt of nothing in particular that night. He rubbed the back of his neck. 299K 5.7K 29.5K. They asked about the blanket and the scarf, but they never asked about Bokuto. To this, Bokuto's arm fell and rested lightly on his stomach. I'm taking you back." His tired eyes were on Akaashi. He stared at the wall and bounced one leg up and down as his emotions slowly started to reclaim him. He didn't want to be the one to say no to someone who had little to nothing left in his life. "Well alright Koutarou, why do you like Cloud Atlas so much?" He figured he would tell his parents that the people in the hospital were too occupied with everything else to tend to him. It was cold. There was no hiding it. Looking down swiftly, Akaashi's sights locked onto his hands. Bokuto stood at the side of Akaashi's bed. 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. 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. This time, Bokuto directed his attention to Akaashi. He almost didn't want to come today, either. Akaashi closed his eyes against him. "For a guy who's name is Kuroo, he sure is a colorful one." In no time, Akaashi is ready and prepared for school. Whole. His lips quivered before he could form his words. He was extremely pale, and somehow thinner than before, but he kept that same smile on his face. There was silence, and then there was a sound. 75. All he could do was watch in muted anguish as Bokuto finally accepted what had become of his short lived life. Again, he felt the light tapping against his arm. I couldn't stop, even if I tried. Asking around here and there, the male put little to no effort in finding out where he could go to sign up for what. Bokuto closed his eyes after that, one hand resting on the side of his head. More than 100,000 cattle were confirmed infected. "I come to visit and I'm barely paid attention to, but when he comes along, he's given the whole package? When it falls, I want to go out and stand in it.". what disease did, bokuto have in another life. Bokuto tucked his hands into the pockets of his hood, his shoulders hunching. All he could do was stare at the melancholic performance that played out before him. Why is that? Akaashi was unhappy with where he was, unhappy with what it was that he was doing. He started down the hall, sighing heavily, intent on rushing home. He turned his head weakly, and his body along with it. 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. You shouldn't be-". Partly be-cause I was too afraid to read up on it. Devastation weighed down on Akaashi in that instant. Akaashi shrugged. Pretty much the only thing wrong with me is that I can't sleep!]. He was happy where he was. He exhaled through his nose and entered the hospital, greeted the woman at the front desk (who now knew him by name), and removed the scarf from around his neck. "Three words? Looking back to Bokuto, he was relieved to see that he still had his attention on the window. "I'm not leaving, Koutarou." Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. My last memory of Koutaro is already with me, and it will die along with me.". Akaashi sighed. Akaashi shifted to the side to give his visitor more room.
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