"I refuse to go. Though the question was asked clearly, Bokuto didn't make a sound, nor did he move. Bokuto quieted himself, curled up, and watched on as the movie started. ], [I guess. Akaashi could feel a weak, ailing arm pull itself up to rest upon his shoulder. His voice was low. He looked at Akaashi with heavy lidded eyes. Just then, Akaashi's lips parted in realization. I wish I could sleep like that again.". He stared up at the ceiling and sighed. "Keep him company from now on. He set the drinks down and shuffled into bed, as if trying not to wake the other. He leaned back in his chair. He leaned into his touch, and his vision began to fade, his eyes welling with tears. Akaashi kicked his legs out of bed with much effort and stood on his feet. "I'm fine." That was, until he saw a familiar face. Akaashi lifted his head from his pillow and reached a hand out to grab his phone. ", A laugh escaped Bokuto, the sound curling his lips into a smile. It took every fiber of his being to keep his voice from trembling. 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. Unknown to Bokuto, he watched him quietly through almost closed eyelids, his thick lashes being enough to hide the fact that he was still awake. That he wasn't another one of those illusions his mind would create. You really are straightforward, aren't you? "I'll get us some water." He had so many things he'd wanted to do with him, so many things he'd wanted to say, but all of those things seemed to have fallen away once the moment had finally come. He wanted healthy friends that he could talk to on a regular basis, not one sick friend who he'd have to invest personal and emotional time into. His head eased into his pillow, and to his surprise, within a matter of minutes, he could feel himself slipping. "I've been cooped up in this place for too long. "Well now you have. I thought you fell asleep.]. I'm not quite sure if he dies from a heartbreak or not though, trying to find that out for myself. He slowly lowered his head and folded his arms. Bokuto followed briskly. He already knew. The night sky had suddenly become a pale blue, and the warm orange glow of the sun slowly spread across the horizon. "So How are you taking all of this, if I may ask? But Akaashi knew that this wasn't the case. He turned the chair so that he was now facing Bokuto from the front. 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. In an attempt to move, he tapped his fingers against his legs at an impatient pace. He repeated the same phrase, finding that it was difficult to search for words at the time. His hands tensed, relaxed, and rested against his neck. He made it home without so much as a hello to his parents who sat in the living room. "I know." He looked down at Bokuto as he said this, and glanced away soon after. "I'm very bad at measuring time now, too, if you haven't noticed. Kuroo was just as bitter. He stared at his knees intensely before Kenma spoke up. "I'm sorry. On the first night out of the three, Akaashi flat out refused to get any rest in fear of suffering another night terror. "I told you I had my moments every so often.". what disease did, bokuto have in another life. Don't you have it in your laptop? In time, Kuroo and Kenma found that it was time for them to make their way back home. You sleep if you want to. Here we are. He observed his surroundings once again, having been fascinated by the inside of someone else's home. He ascended those familiar steps, said hello to the familiar faces, and rounded that familiar corner that he knew would lead him to Bokuto's room. "How many words are there? "Didn't think you knew that about him. In dismay, Bokuto sat up in bed and slowly reached around his neck to pull off the warm piece of cloth. However, he is initially listless and pessimistic about his operation, as he has no will to live, thinking . DID is usually caused by past trauma. Bokuto was bursting with emotion. "You seem to have grown more attached to that Pocky stick than me". Bokuto gazed at Akaashi, almost in wonder. 61.7K 2.6K 3.9K. Bokuto's spirits fell, his frown deep. "Close your eyes for the time being." "Didn't that come off as remotely funny? I can't Sl..eep. All I have to say is that this fucking broke me. Pursing his lips, Akaashi let his head fall back into the pillows. "I'm Holding it now.". At other times, he would just tell him things that were on his mind. "Fine by me! Those yellow eyes examined everything, adamant with taking all of it in. "Fucking bullshit." Inhaling deeply, Akaashi lingered in place, then sat down in the empty seat next to Kuroo. Akaashi lifted his head in subtle interest. The sound of Bokuto's laughter caused Akaashi to turn his head back to him. I knew how the book would end but i still cried. He held his breath, then proceeded to ask again. He walked ahead quickly, straight into the room. I guess I can wait that long. This was so so sad, I cried at the end. "The movie kept me company. And at such an early damn age, too?" It was the only normal thing to do, considering how he was the one who was suffering from said disease. Akaashi felt that his words were a bit bitter, but he had no other way of telling Bokuto the truth. It was then that Bokuto's eyes blinked in realization, and slowly but surely, he moved his lips to answer. A small thumb rubbed at the system's screen to remove a smudge. Bokuto's voice was soft, measly, and carried no force to it. Furrowing his brow, Akaashi stared at his phone screen and lay his head down sideways. 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. "You've had two panic attacks this week already, and your hallucinations are getting worse. You like volleyball too?! "What's this?" A genuine expression made its home on Akaashi's features, and a hand reached up to push through his raven locks. "Why not? He laughed hard, or at least as hard as he could. 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. When Bokuto was like this, Akaashi would normally look away to spare himself the sight of it all. The ending is Akaashi dreaming, but Bokuto's soul/spirit is with Akaashi in his dream, and Bokuto "found him" In another life. It doesn't make any sense.". He shook his head again, stronger this time. But as he spoke about his favorite scene, Akaashi could sense a powerful vibe coming from him One that wasn't there before. Unnerved, he spoke up again. He quickly got up from the bed and walked off. But Kuroo insisted." Bokuto had always been struggling to keep a positive front, but inside, he was falling apart all along. Bokuto talked quietly in response to Kenma, gave a nod, and smiled. "Things happen.". 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. This is strange. "Are you sure you should be going out in the cold like that?". He instead continued to stare in Akaashi's direction with hopeful eyes. Akaashi stared through the stranger. Akaashi pulled a solemn face and closed the laptop. People with dissociative disorders escape reality in ways that are involuntary and unhealthy and cause problems with functioning in everyday life. He let it fall over his stomach, and there it rested. Or maybe January? Stuffing his phone in his pocket, Akaashi shrugged. In another life. He watched Bokuto's fingers curl around the phone, and his hand slowly backed away. Did he really think he was admitted to a hospital just because he was having trouble sleeping? "I feel the same about this place, honestly." When he exhaled, a puff of smoke left him. It was difficult, however, as each time he tried to drift off to sleep, that unnerving fear of having the same dream would jerk him back awake. "By sneaking out! He took in a slow, deep breath and closed his eyes, and his eyebrows knit together for only a second. Keeping his eyes closed, Akaashi took in the feeling of this. Akaashi's eyebrows knit together. "I come to visit and I'm barely paid attention to, but when he comes along, he's given the whole package? The soft touch of Akaashi's hair against his chin comforted Bokuto, and pulled him into a relaxed state. He nudged the bridge of his nose against the cool skin. ", "I Don't know." He'd scroll up, up, up until the first text, then would scroll all the way down again, waiting for the ellipse to appear on the lower left side of the screen. ", "I do, but I don't want to watch it. Taking the ball in his hands, Akaashi aimed for the approximate location as to where Bokuto would spike the ball. ], [I see. Several flakes had gathered on the outstretched limb, but they were not quick to melt. Once he did, Bokuto continued. 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. Another Life Ending, Aliens: Explained | Plot, Synopsis, Review Though he'd been dressed in normal, casual clothing, upon further examination, there was indeed something sickly about him. "It's nice to meet you, Kozume. The sound of rain pelting hard against the window snapped Akaashi back into reality. His eyes widened as much as they could. He could feel Bokuto's chin rubbing against the top of his head, like it always did. 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. Akaashi bounced the ball off the floor twice. Akaashi watched Bokuto, mesmerized by his actions. His only intention was leaving. He placed a hand on his broad back and rubbed gently, hoping to comfort him and to be the stronger of the two. There's a storm coming. His eyes were glued to Akaashi's, and Akaashi found that he was unable to look away. This was not what he wanted. Akaashi took an unnoticeable step back. He turned his head to get a clear look at Bokuto's face, but instantly wished he hadn't. "He turned twenty only three months ago", Akaashi lowered his head. "Thank you." This is why I never read Major Character Death. His ability to speak left him soon after. Akaashi sighed and lazily dragged his finger along the d-pad. In no time, Bokuto was standing in front of Akaashi, eager in every way to make it to the gymnasium. It's so good that I hate it so much because the sheer amount of pain it caused me. "Don't talk like you're not one". The pain seared itself into his soul, hindering him, rendering him speechless to a point where he no longer knew what words were. The last thing he wanted to do was wake him up, so they lay in silence for minutes on end. It squeezed him, threatening to crush him from the inside out. The black haired male looked up from his hands. The air around Akaashi thickened, and suddenly he found it difficult to breathe. His hand took Bokuto's own, and he held it gently. After three sets, there was another hit, and another cheer from the former ace. It took some time, but he finally answered. He'd flinched hard and sat up quickly, closing his hand over his mouth to subdue the almost hysteric sounds that came from him. He eyed the blonde one for quite a while. Absolutely not. But Akaashi now couldn't find it in himself to sleep. 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. He reached a hand out and found Bokuto's. It would shake every so often, and each time it did, Akaashi would squeeze lightly in response. Bokuto and Kuroo continued to talk animatedly, the both of them out of earshot. He translated all that his words could not. He felt like he could enjoy Kozume's company, what with how his words lacked all form of emotion. Very happy to have met you. His breathing evened out and in no time, he could feel himself slipping, slowly, into the warm grasp of sleep, unable to resist. Reading it at 3am didn't help either because I was just crying in front of my phone screen until the sun rose. Before then, he would normally lose several pounds a week, but ever since the night he'd snuck out, his weight loss could only be described as alarming. Here too" His voice was weaker than before, if possible. t had been some time since Akaashi set foot into that hospital. Akaashi stepped in and turned his head. He swore without a filter. Three hours feels like seven hours, sometimes. Akaashi shoved his visitor lightly. Akaashi exhaled quickly through his nose, making a sound that was almost like a laugh. He took several steps back to prepare himself for the toss. There, he parted the glass slightly. Whatever was left of Akaashi's smile faded. (Not my story all credits goes to LittleLuxray on ao3) Akaashi grew silent and knitted his fingers together on his stomach, his head relaxing into his pillow. He kept his weary yellow eyes on Akaashi, waiting for him to nod. The both of them didn't exchange any words after that, ending the conversation just as suddenly as it had started. Akaashi closed his eyes and heaved out a sigh, feeling more and more hopeless with each passing second. Pulling his laptop close, Akaashi smoothed his finger along the mouse pad. Akaashi's tone was monotonous, but Kuroo didn't fail to detect the venom that lined each word prior to his last sentence. 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. Long time.". It wasn't necessarily a bow. The condition can cause memory loss, delusions or depression. But no matter how much he worried for him, Akaashi continued on their way to the window at a slow and steady pace until they finally made it. what disease did, bokuto have in another life Akaashi lifted his head and looked to his side. Stretching out a trembling arm, Akaashi took hold of Bokuto's hand. Maybe taking him outside for a while would do him some good. He feared he wouldn't be able to pull himself out of this state, but then it occurred to him that he was not alone in this. Bokuto has round, golden-colored eyes and spiky white-grey hair with black streaks; certain sections of it are done up as if to vaguely conform to that of an animal, strongly amplifying the uncanny resemblance he bears to a horned owl. He didn't care if it was seven at night, or eight at night, or twelve in the morning, or if the world's clock stopped moving altogether. But most of the time, he only sat there and continued to watch nothing. To the garden out in the back.". Kuroo didn't seem surprised in the slightest. But then he spoke up again. Bokuto moved closer to where Akaashi was standing, all the while still sitting in bed. I'm trying to detach myself. Finding a breath between his laughter, Akaashi managed to speak. ", "It's fine. "Just breathe with me.". It was a quiet laugh. "I could ask you the same thing" Akaashi's lips screwed to the side. He wanted to know if it was real or not. Bokuto resisted, standing firm in place. Bokuto nodded frantically and forced himself to comply with Akaashi, as he always did. Weakly, Akaashi parted his lips. "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. Akaashi squirmed in discomfort. "May I ask your name?" He'd realized just how rude that was, falling asleep so easily in front of a person who's biggest struggle was just that. "I look Like shit, I know.". "Don't be sorry." He pulled the thick blanket over himself with much effort. He focused on nothing Something he remembered Kenma doing. Bokuto's hallucinations had become such a part of him, that he thought the snow outside was just another mind trick. Three times, Bokuto jolted awake involuntarily, and three times, he covered his eyes with his forearm and heaved a quiet sigh. "But why?" But as he thought of it, he figured he couldn't be blamed for it. So please Let me have this.". Akaashi had to wait almost a minute for Bokuto's response. The male across from him did well in hiding the look of offense that almost surfaced upon his face. ", The male who stood across from Akaashi shifted his weight to one leg. Very long. left kudos on this work. Bokuto smiled wide to those words. After a moment, quietly, he spoke. "I don't want you to grow any m-more attached to me th-than y-you already are. Sleep well, Akaashi! It was cold. In seconds, Kenma was down the hall and making his way down the stairs, having completely ignored Kuroo as well. He just didn't want to accept it. "Of course." He held the same position and felt himself dozing off "I'm sorry." "I hadn't noticed that one was rolling in." Bokuto asked aloud, finally pulling his hands from his hood pockets. He dug his thumb nail into the side of his index finger and returned his gaze to Bokuto. "Get inside." I've realized that I don't want to come here anymore. Characters die in one life?" Something told him that those words weren't meant for the movie, but Akaashi shoved this thought away. Bokuto's eyes stared forward with an engrossed gaze, his yellow hues taking a mental picture of what he probably would never see again. ", "Because it's three in the morning and I want to fit some sleep into my schedule. 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. It still smelled like him. "Hi." 42766 guests Frankly speaking, it had no affect on him in the slightest. He whispered the words. ", Turning his head, Bokuto looked at Akaashi. "I thought you said you weren't ever going to set foot in here again." Posted by: Category: Sem categoria . Hang in there, alright? Akaashi liked it when this happened. The sound of someone cautiously moving their arm when they didn't wish to wake someone. He started down the hall, sighing heavily, intent on rushing home. Akaashi placed it in between his fingers, and Bokuto retracted his hand to hold the biscuit snack against himself. We also all know how Bokuto also gets really depressed (Bokuto's emo mode) in the middle of matches. Where most people would detach themselves, Bokuto took hold and wouldn't let go, being as persistent as he was energetic. He turned around. Akaashi turned away and frowned. He was the only person who could get him through those horrible moments, after all. 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. They find eachother again, and it's a happy ending. He held it in his shaking hands and closed his eyes in an attempt to try and find sleep again. His hand wobbled so much that it was impossible to decipher which letters he was hitting. Blatantly, he thanked her, and continued on his way, passing by several rooms as he did so. Akaashi's jaw clenched. His breathing was controlled, much like one of a person's who was actually asleep. Randy Kraus was paralyzed. His left side was useless. But his right His answer was cold, but it did not seem to cut through the other's pleasant mood. Kuroo's voice was reserved and reluctant. It would cause less spasms to grip Bokuto's body, allowing him to unwind more than he usually could. He answered blatantly. It reminded him of his home Bokuto nearly bumped into Akaashi as he stopped to enter his room. I would like that. He touched at it lightly, twirled it shakily between his fingers, and studied it, but he never ate it. "My parents aren't home.". I hope all is well. He could sense the heavy amount of reluctance in each movement that Bokuto's hand carried out. If you ever interact with him in even the slightest, you'll be reminded of just how good a person he really is. He turned his attention back to the only other in the room. I never thought I would end up finishing this piece, but I am glad that I did. "Ha! His hand held onto one of Bokuto's very thin arms, and his thumb would occasionally rub up and down to comfort him. More than 100,000 cattle were confirmed infected. He smiled down at him. "I guess you can Just as long as you're feeling better. He, too, did not intend on showing up to any funeral. Akaashi entered his room and shut the door behind Bokuto. One of the voices belonged to Bokuto. Akaashi's eyes lowered, focusing on the arm that was attached to the hand that he was holding. This time, Kuroo was the one to grunt, the sound coming from deep within his chest. what disease did, bokuto have in another lifeturkish airlines flight 981 victims. Dissociative identity disorder (DID) is a mental health condition. Akaashi turned to catch a glimpse of him, but he stared off in the distance, his eyes not focusing on anything in particular. Akaashi couldn't sleep, but it wasn't because of his unfamiliarity with Bokuto that caused this. "Alright." "I barely ever see it." When he'd finally found him, those shining eyes of his lit up just a little more than usual. Because of the nightmare? Akaashi watched curiously as Bokuto's lips quivered into a wide grin, and as the light captured his features, Akaashi realized just how embarrassed Bokuto actually was. His face glowed the quietest shade of red, and he tried to hide it from Akaashi. He brought his hand down to his side. His laughter died down along with Akaashi's. What was he to say? Bokuto lay there glass-eyed, his welled up tears glinting in the dim lighting of the room. Bokuto's disembodied laughter rang throughout the garden, as if to prove Kenma right. Bokuto turned his head to catch another look out the window. "But I also want you to hold onto it.". "That weather will only hurt you. Mentally, he was more than ready to spike, but not so much physically. He blinked weakly and slid his fingers down the sides of his phone, a sign of weariness that he could not disobey. Akaashi stared on as his mind searched for words. 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. He rubbed the back of his neck. I know a gymnasium we can go to], [Is that too long a wait? This entire past month hasn't been any different for him, though. "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. Bokuto knew this, and now Akaashi did, too. His eyes were half-lidded and glued to the screen, his face void of emotion. If I remember correctly.". "What used to be your position back when you would play?" 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; He kept his eyes on the screen. "Everything you say is so straightforward. Akaashi stared at the text message and let out a shaking sigh. But people never laugh at my jokes. As much as it infuriated him, he knew that Bokuto wasn't going to go anywhere unless he let him into his home first. With his hand clinging to his neck, he slowly looked up to find that Akaashi was staring back at him with vacant eyes, void of all known emotion. In Another Life ending? : r/haikyuu - reddit 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. He watched as Kuroo walked away, far enough for small details to become blurred. Akaashi nodded once, and that was all that Bokuto needed to hear before he ran off to retrieve the ball. He was nothing more than a blanket with a head. i mean, i felt sad sure but I didn't really get the last few parts, like was it a dream, was Akaashi having a hallucination, did he die from a broken heart and that was like a vision of some of his best moments with Bokuto, etc. He circled around the male, apologizing flatly before he continued on. Two hours had passed since their last words towards each other, yet Akaashi still lay awake in bed. Chloe was three years old when she became Chloe Holden, but her adoption didn't scar her, and she's had a great life. The day was exceptionally cold, but Akaashi was glad to know that the hospital's room provided enough heat to keep Bokuto from freezing over. "Awful." They shared the same navy blue knit blanket and huddled up beneath it, keeping each other warm in the best way that they could. "What?" Tokyo needs a little more snow now and then. The nickname popped into Akaashi's head for a brief second. He exerted more force into his arms, getting Bokuto to take a step back. But he wasn't, then." "They used to play volleyball together. A mere two minutes outside had turned into two hours. ], [No, more like the clichd kind, where you sit up in bed in a cold sweat. 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. The disembodied voice came from off screen. He kept himself against Bokuto and held onto him with what little strength he had left in him. Sho is shown to be a quiet and very polite boy. Akaashi swallowed thickly and crossed his hands, rubbing one thumb over the other. Akaashi listened to the quickened rate of Bokuto's still beating heart, and knew that this was his response to his words. Gazing up at Akaashi, Bokuto frowned and tried to form some words, but failed in the end. 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. His hands squeezed tightly around the navy blue blanket that enveloped him. He wished he could fight it, but he knew there was no possible way for him to. And here he is". Has he ever done anything bad? Kuroo would have been concerned if not for finding out what had happened earlier that day. "What if they've already found out?