Warnings: Boys-love, guy/guy, etc. Also lots of angst and drama. This story is a sequel to Show you a Miracle so it most likely won't make much sense if you don't read that one first.


Beyond the Miracle

Part I: Healing

Prologue

Midorima woke up with a start. He'd had a really strange dream. He and Takao had an accident and he became paralyzed from the waist down. He sat up and folded his knees. A dream alright. He looked around and was surprised to see he was not in his bedroom, but in what appeared like a hospital. Had the accident really happened?

"Oh, Shintarou, you woke up! Thank god, we were so…"

"Mother? Where's Takao?" If the accident had been real, but the paralysis hadn't, then Takao should also be at the hospital, right?

His mother nearly jumped in her seat and the words seemed to get caught in her throat. "Oh dear…" she began, unable to look him in the eye.

There was something dreadful and terrifying about her stance that filled him with a sense of panic. He bolted out of the bed, ignoring his aching body and his mother's calls, and rushed down the hallway. He didn't know why he was so sure about it, but something inside him was driving him in this direction, as if Takao himself were calling him.

He finally reached a white room with Takao's name on the door. The inside was dark and he could hear faint sobs coming from the side of the bed. He immediately spotted Takao's mother and sister sitting by the bed, crying. His eyes immediately went to the bed and his knees gave in, making him collapse on the floor.

The crying women noticed his arrival and looked at him. "It's your fault! It's all your fault!" Takao's sister screamed through her tears, pointing at him accusingly. The mother then joined her with bloodshot eyes. "It should've been you! If it weren't for you, my Kazunari…"

Midorima could barely make out their words. His brain was fuzzy with confusion and his eyes had grown blurry with tears, but he couldn't take them off the bed and the raven-haired boy's body that lied on top of it, the face covered with a piece of white fabric, the skin pale, cold and stiff.

This couldn't be happening. It couldn't be. It had to be a nightmare. The worst, most terrifying nightmare.

He screamed.


Midorima woke up with a start. A mix of cold sweat and tears was trickling down his face. He tried to move his legs. He couldn't. He turned to one side, careful not to wake the sleeping man next to him. His legs didn't move. He was paralyzed. Takao was alive.

He cried with joy.

It had been a nightmare.

To be continued

This is one of those ideas that had been tormenting me for a while and I finally managed to put it in a Word document. Because I know I'm the queen of inconsistent writers I decided to have the whole thing down before starting publishing (and it was a great call, given how it took me like three months just to get past the middle point).

Show you a miracle is probably one of the stories I feel the proudest about and I've been toying with the idea of expanding that canon and take a look at their lives after what happened. Even though Miracle ends on a happy note and the two of them having "overcome" the tragedy they faced, I believe it's the sort of thing that leaves several scars that take long to heal, and that'll be the theme of this part.

I'm calling this Part I because I have other related stories I want to tell, but I'll make no promises because I'm just that inconsistent.

I also decided to upload this short prologue today as an angsty way to "celebrate" the news of KuroBas getting a sequel in Jump Next on December. Although I'm not sold on the idea of a sequel seeing how shitty the Rakuzan match was and how absurdly sudden and stupid the final chapter felt, I just can't die without knowing if my beloved Takao became Shuutoku's captain. These two lovable dorks received Fujimaki's cold sholder for most of the Winter Cup, with the exception of the Seirin rematch and the semi-final against Rakuzan, which I'm very pissed off about.

I'm rambling now, sorry. Hope you like this story, please let me know what you think about it. Thanks for reading!