And voilaaaaaaaa I'm baaack! Kicchin is here to bring the latest update of MONOGATARI! Thank you very much for sticking with MONOGATARI. Unfortunately, we are just a chapter away from our end(Awwww TT . TT ), will we be reaching a Bad End or Good End? I have been greatly inspired by a story here in fanfic, I forgot the writer's name but the title goes somewhat like "Hands Know" or "Hands Remember" it was a very touching story, you gotta check it out. So yeah we will be seeig lots of AkaFuri here till the next chapter, and if you could remember on the first chapter, the story was being told in someone's perspective, right? You will know whose perspective it was real soon. And as for Akafuri, how will they ever meet again, is there a chance for their complicated love story in a world where author-san seems to love making them both cry? Let's see what happens!
BTW guys have you seen the Kuroko no Basuke, Extra Game in the manga? To those who did all I can say is, BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURN NASH GOLD-SILVER-PLATINUM-DIGGER-WHATEVERYOURREALLASTNAMEIS! I still have a hang over the fact that he PUNCHED Kuroko in the face. OUR POOR BABY! How dare he lay his hands on hiiiiiiiiim! And I can't wait till the Vorpal Swords make those idiots "lick the ground as they crawl away"!
Trivia, did you guys know, that Furihata Kouki's first name has actually a very dazzling meaning? Kou means light while the characters used to write the Ki in his name means Hope. It's a very cute name for girls but things evolve so modern day speaking it's a unisex name! ( 0 v 0 )v
So though I can't actually mention you guys this time one by one, since the wifi isn't going well and I'm practically chasing after it, plus the fact I'm currently playing Hakada Shitsuji, I'm delivering this. But worry not as I always say, I read your reviews one by one, and I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HAPPY ALWAYS BE, HAPPY, receiving them. Thank you for your time reviewing it, and yeah please leave a review, once more. Thank you and I LOVEE YOU GUYS, you are the reason I feel so motivated into writing! I hope I inspire you guys to make your own version of Happy Ever After.
And before I leave you to enjoy the chapter, I shall leave a question for you guys(you may or may not answer, just for fun ya know), if you were to get to pick who among the KnB characters be your boyfriend, who will it be and why? Lol, mine would be Furi, ahaha, as I told you I'm kinda the Akashi-type person so I like someone who makes me calm when I go psycho-mode sometimes. and even he's a little you know shaky and stuff, he's not totally coward, he has a kind of bravery that cannot be simply explain or describe in one word. So who would your KnB boyfriend?
So with that I shall leave you to enjoy Chapter 21!
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Chapter 21: Absolute Waves
Kagami turned to the back seat, they we're almost nearing the port he was about to wake the sleeping trio on the back seat when he was stopped by a tap on his shoulder, he turned and found Kuroko shaking his head and hushing him. He turned again to the back seat of the van, Aomine sat there sleeping the same goes for Kise who had his head leaned against Aomine's broad shoulders, hand interlaced with Aomine's while next to him was the small cub's sleeping form with his head on Kise's lap. It was a very beautiful family. Kuroko felt happy for the three. Aomine finally smiled after a long time, and Kise, he looks happy even in his sleep. Kagami nodded understanding what Kuroko wanted to say and turn face forward, Takao was humming on the driver's seat while Midorima was typing something on his laptop. Murasakibara and Himuro who were also on the back seat are also both sleeping. And Akashi who sat next to Kagami and Kuroko quietly watched the scenery outside.
It was a nice change of pace, when everything is well. Takao stopped the car and parked it right outside the port. "We're here." Takao announced.
Aomine feeling the car had stopped moving stirred up, blinking he found that they had indeed stopped. "Is this it?" Aomine asked before clearing his throat.
"Yeah." Kagami answered.
Aomine turned to Kise kissing the mop of blonde hair, Kise groaned sleepily and buried his face in Aominee's shoulder, slipping his hands from Aomine's he slid them to his waist hugging him. Aomine instantly blushed at this, Takao chuckled and whistled, while Kuroko gave them a sly smile. "K-Kise, come on, w-we've arrived." Aomine said scratching his cheek. Kise stirred but didn't open his eyes he pressed himself closer hugging Aomine.
Everyone started giggling and laughing, Akashi as well with a smirk, "Kise seems to miss you that much Aomine." He commented.
"D-Don't add to it!" Aomine felt really embarrass when Akashi starts commenting about it. Kuroko chuckled behind Kagami while the red haired gave a suggested smirk. Murasakibara and Himuro who woke up from the commotion started looking at them all smiles. "C-Come on, stop looking at me like that!"
Kise finally detached himself from Aomine brushing the sleepiness from his eyes, finally his eyes came to focus and what he first saw was Aomine, he realized his other hand is still wrapped around the other's waist, looking back at Aomine he found the other has a faint blush in his cheeks. "What's wrong Daiki?" Kise asked, Aomine's eyes widen and his blush went impossibly redder. Then came whistling and chuckling from around him. Kise's eyes widen as he turned face front—oh…my…I forgot. As soon as the realization hit Kise he quickly turned his head down to hide his blush. "I-I, I-I'm s-sorry I-I thought—"
"It's alright." Kuroko said smiling, "It's perfectly alright Kise-kun."
Takao laughed, "We understand, you missed each other."
"Of course we do," Himuro taunted. "Right?"
Murasakibara nodded but with a hand over his lips in a sly smile.
"Do not worry, Daiki." Akashi said teasing the two.
"No, God, stop Akashi." Midorima said closing his laptop and turning over on the back seat, "It creeps me out."
Everyone laughed, Kise felt his cub stirring from his sleep, Aomine noticed it to and as the little fox brushed his eyes sleepily, Aomine picked him up and settled the little boy on his lap. "Morning, sergeant." He said with a smile ruffling the blonde hair, "You ready to go?"
The little boy like a flashlight flashed a toothy smile, "Yes!" he said with a thumbs up, Aomine laughed.
"He looks excited its so contagious." Himuro commented laughing.
"Ferry 4 from Kyushu island has arrive…"
Furihata Kouki checked his ferry ticket, one more hour he thought quietly as he placed his duffle bag on an empty seat while he took the one next to it. Sometimes he would go leave the island, he's currently finishing his college and there's one last year left. He turned to his bag and unzipped it, he pulled out a red leathered sketchpad and rested it on his lap. There were many things that happened since he went back to the island. Now that he thinks about it, he couldn't even remember why he left the city and returned to the island. His grandmother told him that he just returned one day, and said he'd be staying there for good. He couldn't remember why he said that, why he left Tokyo. It was strange too how many things inside the bag he brought with him in the island he could barely remember about—just like this sketchpad. Flipping the leather bound sketchpad, he found a familiar words etched in there. He didn't remember ever writing that, or whom he meant when he wrote it, was it a poem, he wondered about it. It felt funny, one day he woke up and he didn't know, he just felt like he had forgotten it, why he was there, what were these things.
Hair crimson as the liquorice, eyes that are gold as the sands in the desert and red like blood.
Draw him.
Draw him like you know him.
His eyes pierce like knives, and face that are fierce and commanding like a Lion.
Flipping to the next page, Furihata traced the outline of the drawing, every time he would draw this with those words in mind, this face comes to him. It felt surreal, like a dream. He felt like he really knew this person, but even how much he tried to remember, he just can't. Just when he is feeling it like he was close to remembering it, it would slip. It was a strange feeling. Furihata flipped through the pages over and over, all of them were filled with this strange person's face, could it be a dream? he sighed and closed the leather bound and leaned against his seat.
"You drop something."
Furihata Kouki flinched as he heard a voice next to him, he turned to his side and saw a young man in black tinted shades holding a fairly old looking pocket book pointing on the floor. Furihata turned to the floor and saw his ferry ticket, "T-Thank you." He said as he picked the paper up. He turned to the young man, despite his eyes hidden behind those shades he could surely say he's e very handsome looking man. The man before switching to the next page took off his bookmark raising it before tucking it back to the pages. Furihata noted the bookmark looks familiar—a daffodil.
The young turned to Furihata titling his head, "Is something the matter?"
"A-Ah, w-well I…the flower, I… someone gave me a candy sculpture," Furihata remember it carrying a candy home but not knowing where or who gave it to him. It was a daffodil candy sculpture. He could somehow remember a faint voice.
"Because its Fu-chin."
"I was…well I was just thinking if you know what a daffodil means?"
The man took of his shades and raised the bookmark, a dried daffodil. "Yes." He said before turning to Furihata, "Ki."
Furihata blinked his eyes, "Ki?"
"The character forKi, which means, Hope."
Furihata was amused, could that mean—
"Because its Fu-chin."
Because it's him…him…his name? His name—"My name is written with the same character." Furihata said with a smile, "Strange."
"Is that your sketchbook?" the man asked. "The man that you drew, is he your brother perhaps? Or your…"
"A-Ah, n-no!" Furihata answered waving his hand in dismissal, "I…don't know who he is, maybe someone from my dreams? Ahaha, sorry, don't mind me."
The man stared at him for a moment before smiling and going back to reading his book. "Did you know? You can't dream of someone, unless you've seen him in real life?" Furihata was stunned at that. If this man is in his dreams…that means…he did met him once? But why, why would appear so important like that? Why did he drew him, why did he instructed himself to draw this man, why? Furihata stare at the man and noticed that the title page of the book he was holding has a very difficult kanji in them, carefully putting the characters together Furihata read the title—The Tale of The Bleeding Blade. Huh? He felt that again, why…why does it seems like he knew that before?
"Akashi-kun?" Kuroko asked as he saw Akashi turned behind him, for the third time. Akashi turned to Kuroko and for a second he saw Akashi's other eye flashed gold. He almost gasped but it disappeared quickly. Akashi smiled, "Yes?"
Kuroko shook his head, "Nothing I…think I was imaging things."
"Go ahead I'm just going to check something."
Kuroko nodded, "Alright please be quick."
Akashi stood there waiting for Kuroko to disappear from his line of sight, when everyone had entered the port Akashi returned to the van, standing there across the street he could see an alley. Waiting for the cars to stop he crossed the street and walked casually to the alley. He could hear a faint meowing in the alley, but it wasn't what he went there for. His eyes shifted to the corner of the alley and with his inhuman speed caught the throat of the filth he smelled a meter away. Even how much he try to conceal his scent h is just that obvious to Akashi. Smirking Akashi stared right through those silver eyes that looked like a cornered rat.
Tightening his grip on that throat Akashi's smirk grew wider, and his eye glowed gold.
"Miss me?" he said to the werewolf, "So pray do tell, what a petty life like you doing here?"
Haizaki could not answer of course with Akashi's thumb pressing harder over his throat and voice box. Akashi continued smiling darkly as he added pressure on Haizaki's throat.
"I hope you're not here to ruin our vacation, you see my brothers are looking forward to this. You wouldn't like making me mad, yes?" Akashi frowned as Haizaki's response were all throaty grumble, he pressed harder pushing Haizaki impossibly close to the wall he's leaning against. "Your answer?"
Haizaki nodded.
"Good, now we understand each other. Now, get out of my sight before I change my mind." Akashi let go of Haizaki and the other dashed away. Akashi smirked as the hurried footsteps grew fainter and fainter.
Then the golden eye disappeared. Akashi blinked at his realization.
Where…am I? What on earth am I doing here?
As if to answer that question Akashi heard a faint meowing of a cat nearby.
Ah! Yes, of course!
He quickly searched for the source of that small feline noise and there he saw it, quivering the corner. Akashi crouched before the small animal who stepped away, the little creature has brown fur, like chocolate and eyes with the almost same shade. It looks scared, and delicate. A very small kitten. Akashi smiled and picked the cat who squirmed in his hand, but its tiny paws were not enough to inflict him pain, it felt rather ticklish to someone like him. Petting the fur Akashi smiled, why does this feeling seems familiar he thought. Then something flash to his mind, it was short but he was sure it did, brown locks, and his fingertips running over them.
"Akashi-kun."
His trail of thoughts were interrupted when he heard a familiar voice, turning towards the entrance of the alley he saw Kuroko standing there. Without further thoughts he walked towards his brother casually. "I told you to be quick, I'm sure." Kuroko said half reprimanding. Akashi didn't pay attention to him but rather something in his hand he was rubbing it. Kuroko furrowed his eyebrow in confusion. "What is that Akashi-kun?"
Akashi turned to Kuroko and presented the small animal, Kuroko could see the imaginary stars in Akashi's eyes as he did. "I found a kitten." He said obviously. "It seems like it has taken a liking to me."
Kuroko's eyebrow twitched, "Akashi-kun, the kitten is trembling."
"Perhaps its cold."
"Perhaps it is scared," Kuroko looked at Akashi, "of you."
"What are you saying, he likes me of course."
Kuroko sighed, "Akashi-kun pets are not allowed on board."
"Says who?"
"It a protocol."
"Who said I'm boarding the ferry?"
"Huh?"
"I have a yacht." Akashi said petting and rubbing the kitten who seems a bit disturb with too much attention his new owner is giving him. "I'll use that."
"Akashi-kun don't be unreasonable."
"I am not," Akashi said, "if they do not allow me to bring him in, I won't go."
Kuroko sighed, sometimes, just sometimes, Akashi's upbringing becomes quite troublesome.
And so with a few introduction and so on, the ship's management agreed, on the context that the cat will be supervised, 24/7 until they dock to Kyushu. Akashi got them all a room to spend a few hours. After all, they came a long way. It was favourable for everyone, Kuroko being fond of kids volunteered to take Kouhaku out to play while the others took a rest, Akashi declared he'd be cleaning his new pet. Opening the door to their room Kise was awed, the room looked like a hotel suite. He's sure his son will love it. He heard Aomine closing the door and stepping close to him. Before Kise could turn and say something Aomine caught on of his wrist from behind and his other hand rested on Kise's hip. He buried his face in Kise's shoulder blades, "I missed you." He said his voice muffled by the Kise's sweater.
Kise chuckled and reached Aomine's head with his free hand. "You know I feel the same."
Aomine smiled against the shirt before raising his head and started attacking Kise's exposed neck. Kise giggled feeling ticklish, "W-Wait—pft—Ahahaha!" Kise's laughter erupted as Aomine started tickling his sides too and moving in front of him. "D-Daiki! AHAHAHAHA! S-STO-AHA—mph!" Kise's eyes widen when Aomine stopped tickling his sides and kissed him full in the lips. It felt like time stopped. Aomine was just there lips locked with the other, nothing sensual, just sweet, chaste kiss. But Kise missed this so much just to have it stay like that. With his free hand he reached for the back of Aomine's head and pulled him close for an open-mouthed kiss. Aomine was stunned beyond words, oh, well, Kise had always been bold anyways. He almost chuckled as he returned the kiss which fervour, slipping his hand off Kise's wrist he slid it down and settled to Kise's waist pulling the other impossibly close, their noses brushing occasionally. Aomine could feel the heat in the heat, the want, the desire in it.
Kise's hand cupped Aomine's face brushing the other's jaws with his thumb. He love his facial structure, perfectly sculpted, his strong and masculine jaws, his lovely and broad shoulders. A moan escaped his lips as Aomine explored his mouth leaving none marked. And this was good. No, great. The two parted for air and a smile in Kise's slightly swollen lips. Aomine chuckled and kissed the other's nose, unconsciously Aomine brought his hand on Kise's ear.
They say sometimes there are moments when words weren't needed, and perhaps it was this. There was romance, a kind of romance that didn't need words, romance that you could just feel, that you two know about. Just silence and the two of you. Aomine sighed contentedly. With this, he could say, he's fulfilled. Aomine smiled as he remembers something. "Don't move." He whispered to Kise. Despite being confused with the sudden order Kise stood still and watch as Aomine fished something out of his pocket. He didn't see what were in Aomine's hand as he brought it up close to his face. Aomine was smiling the whole time until he felt something in his ear.
"It looks good."
Kise was confused and reached to his ear and there he felt a metallic object—a piercing? He quickly tried to find a mirror luckily the sink isn't far. Standing before the mirror, Kise tucked the lose strands of his golden locks and there he saw it, a beautiful sapphire stud earring. It is beautiful, they were the same color with Aomine's hair. "I noticed you have a pierced ear back in the hospital." Aomine said quietly. "I bought it two years ago, funny I don't know why I carried it around since then. But yeah, it looks good, so I guess that's enough."
Kise smiled and turned to Aomine happily, "Thank you!"
"Stupid." Aomine said chuckling, "Ah, but that doesn't mean I agree with that piercing thingy," he said breaking the hug and flopping to the bed. Turning his sideways to speak he said, "I am not allowing your son to get his ears pierced, not on my watch."
Kise laughed, "Aww, why not?"
"Its acceptable to you 'cause you we're a model, fashion crap, I get it," Aomine said closing his eyes. "but Kouhaku is a different story, he isn't getting his ear pierced."
Kise chuckled, funny, it has only been two days since he met Kouhaku and now, he's more overprotective than he is.
"I think he should start calling me Daddy."
…
Furihata quietly stood there leaning by the railings, the smell of sea is very comforting he thought, he stare at the vast blue sky. It's a good weather, no clouds, not much wind, just perfect. Five hours travel to island he thought quietly, he wondered how he would spend that five hours though. It's not like this his first time he's been away from the island, but somehow he felt restless today.
"meow."
Furihata blinked his eyes, did he just—he turned his eyes and found a slightly soaked kitten sitting right at his feet purring. He picked up the feline who started licking his hand. He smiled, "Wow, so cute but…what are you doing here kitty?"
"His name is Kou, kitty does not suite him at all."
Furihata for some reason felt his heart jumped out of his chest as he heard that cold stoic voice, somehow he felt fear, and something else with that voice. Turning towards the source of that voice Furihata felt his heart leapt up to his throat. Standing there with such regal aura was a young man, he was wearing a simple black v-neck long sleeves and white pants, his arms were crossed over his chest, his hair as red as the licorice, his eyes were as crimson as blood. He stood proud and great, just like a lion. He looks just like—strange, he was sure he shouldn't have been real, he was…just his imagination, yes? But he was speaking, he's there.
"Please return my cat." The man said as he approached him. Furihata nodded and handed the cat to man.
"I-I'm sorry. But cats aren't allowed on board, right?"
The man raised a brow at him, "Do you have a problem with my pet?"
"I-I-I, no, no, I mean why would I? I-I mean, like cats are cute and all, its not that I don't like them I was just a bit curious I mean, ahaha, c-cats are not allowed on board so I was just ahaha, s-s-shock." Furihata blushed realizing he just blurted nonsense right in front of stranger. He quickly dived bowed his head in apology only to hit the scarlet haired stranger—head-bumping him in the process. Furihata quickly stepped back as he hissed in pain rubbing his forehead, "A-Ouch!"
Akashi was taken aback, he was shocked as the other suddenly head-banged against him, he was not hurt of course this gave him the privilege to see the other trip on his own two feet, stumbling backwards holding his forehead. So clumsy, so—funny, Akashi found himself laughing at the smaller man's antics, he had not seen someone this ham-fisted. He could not help himself, he just laughed there, and somehow, his chest feels so light. He stopped upon realizing the cat in his hand had started purring against his palm, he blinked, did he like it when he was more…carefree? He turned to the smaller male who had crouched down on the floor rubbing his forehead—Akashi tilted his head, his brown hair, he turned back to his pet and realized—his hair has the same shade as Kou's. Akashi feeling slightly guilty for having an iron-like head crouched down before reaching to his pocket and handing the brunette a handkerchief.
"Forgive me, is it bleeding?" Akashi asked, the brunette removed his hands away and stared right at the pools of crimson. It was even more beautiful up close.
Akashi was mesmerized; he didn't even felt his pet leap off his hand. He saw the most beautiful pair of chocolate brown orbs, they looked like luscious chocolates full of innocence and bravery beyond words. Up close Akashi quickly noted his fine eyelashes, his small button nose, and his beautiful rose tinted skin—so healthy compared to his deathly pale ones. Then his hair, what would they feel like against his fingertips, he felt compelled to reach up to him so much.
"T-Thank you." The brunette said accepting the material and pressing it to his forehead, "I-I'm sorry about that I-I didn't mean to hurt you."
"I am not hurt." Akashi answered not even blinking or staring away from the other. The way he averted his eyes, why does he feels so attracte—wait did he, just think he's…
"Y-You have an incredibly thick skull then." Furihata joked.
"I do."
"Eh?"
Akashi blinked, did he said something wrong? He has a thick skull alright, he's a vampire, he's bones are four times stronger than most humans, is there a need to deny that? He was about to ask the other when Furihata started laughing.
Ba-dump
What was that? From his chest, what was that sound and feeling, is he having a heart attack? That's impossible though, then why, what is this? Everything felt like it was on slow motion, the upturn of his lips, the movement of his shoulders. Why? What's this…feeling?
"Sei."
Akashi's eyes widen—that voice, that voice he knows that voice.
"A-Are you alright?" The brunette asked.
"I am." Akashi answered quickly, "I just remembered something."
The brunette smiled standing up, "T-Thank you uhm, m-my name's Furihata Kouki."
Akashi hesitated, why, he didn't know, he felt strangely about that smile, about his voice, about everything about that boy. As if…
They have met before.
Somewhere in Sapporo
"Has anyone seen Vlad?" Camilla asked barging into the dressing room. The rest of the band are busy preparing for the final rehearsals, Camilla scanned the room, nope, not in the closet, no Vlad under the table, no nothing. Camilla sighed and repeated his question, "Guys, have you seen Vlad?"
One of the boys shrugged before turning to Camilla, "Nope. Wasn't he supposed to be with you?"
"He was when we arrived but…" Camilla sighed, "I can't find him right now."
"Call him then." One of the boys said.
"I'll do it!" another volunteered. Dialing the familiar number, he pressed the call button and after a few minutes—
"Your eyes hagishikumu Run and Take,
She said, With a New Desire—"
Camilla blinked his eyes, they can all hear Vlad's ringtone, and it was coming from—
"It's in your pocket." The other pointed the blinking object in the pocket of Camilla's pants.
Alerted, Camilla grab the phone from his pocket and realized it's not his phone but rather Vlad's. "What the—that guy switched our phones!" He exclaimed angrily. Before Camilla could stomp out of the room, he heard a alert from the phone for a message. Turning to the screen his eyes widen as he saw his ID number flashing in the screen. He quickly opened the mail and found something that made him almost crush the device in his hand.
Tehee~ I'll be back in a few, just making sure things are working out fine!
Attached to the mail is a photo of Vlad wearing his black tinted shades standing at the port to Kyushu Island.
"Vlaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad!"
Furihata sat on the bench as the sea breeze kisses his cheeks, carefully he flipped the pages of his sketchbook. The eyes, the nose, the jaw line, the color of the hair, the only thing that was different was the eyes. In his sketches, the man had heterochromatic eyes, the other is gold. But he could not explain how he felt when he saw him, when his eyes laid on him, it felt true—not just a dream. His chest tightened in a pain he was unable to explain, and his voice, somehow he felt like he knows that's how he would have sounded. Why, how, he didn't understand. The information is killing him. It felt strange.
Why? Why can't he…Why can't he remember him?
"Who are you?" he asked the picture he drew. What is this man to him, who is he? Why does he looks so much like that man he met. With wobbly feet he got up and stood close to the railings. He can't understand why does it feel so painful? Just seeing him, seeing that man, why did he suddenly felt pain? Why were his hands aching to reach to him? Why?
Furihata felt something warm sliding down his cheek, reaching up to his face he felt it was wet. Was he…crying? Why? Why is he crying? One drop let to the other, until he found himself helplessly crying. Why cann't he remember? Why is he crying? He doesn't understand.
"Furihata, I brought something to—"
Furihata quicky tried to wipe the tears off his face with the back of his hand as he hid behind him the leather bound sketchbook. "Oh, A-Akashi-san, you returned I thought you'd be in your room."
The scarlet haired young man without further question walked up to him and left the two canned drinks on the bench where he sat a moment ago. He quickly went to him with wearing a worried look.
Why are you looking at me like that?
"Are you alright, were you hurt?"
Furihata shook his head.
Why do you care?
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Who…are you?
"What are you hiding behind your back?"
"N-Nothing I—"
"May I see it?"
"N-No."
Akashi stared at him hard, he felt like he was being read from head to toe. This pressure, he felt lightheaded and suffocated.
"Kouki."
It was the last thing he could remember before everything started getting all blurry. He could remember a hand quickly reaching to him, cold metal railings, slipping, and—
SPLASSSH!
Akashi after meeting the brunette offered him to get something to drink. After inconveniencing the other he felt compelled to do something—he was a gentleman after all. He went down the deck to the cafeteria but on his way found Takao, Midorima, Kuroko and Kagami taking the little kitsune cub around. The cub who seemingly had taken a liking to the kitten begged Akashi to let him play with it. Thinking he cannot go to the cafeteria either with a kitten he agreed and left the feline to the five. He proceeded and bought a drink, standing there in front of the cashier, he was asked what would he specifically want to get. For a moment he wondered staring at the vast variety of beverages. Until somewhere in the back of his mind he heard—
"You like coffee?"
"Yeah."
"I like my coffee sweet—not very bitter, not too sweet."
"What kind of coffee would you recommend, for someone who likes sweet, but not too much?" he asked the cashier. He didn't know why he asked that, how sure was he he'd like that?
"Cappuccino, sir."
Akashi nodded, "Alright, I'll take one and a black coffee."
Akashi felt something odd about the coffee, somehow he felt like he knows he'll prefer coffee of all the beverages. Strange. As he walked to where he left Furihata he found the other standing there leaning against the metal railing.
"Furihata, I brought something to—"
Akashi paused midway as he found tears streaming down the other's face. And something stirred bitterly in his stomach and he felt as if his feet had just gotten its own life and he quickly ran to him. Why was he so desparate, why did he feel so scared that this man—that he knew only for a few hours—might be feeling sad, or pained, or injured. Then an image flashed quickly in his mind, life putting a picture right before your eyes and pulling it before you could even count one. He made out a bruise from that picture, a tear streaked face, and somehow his senses were heightened even more.
"Oh, A-Akashi-san, you returned I thought you'd be in your room."
Nonesense, why is he hiding it?
Wait, why do I even care?
Leaving the canned coffee down on the bench he ran to Furihata.
"Are you alright, were you hurt?"
The words felt foreign as if they just automatically spilled off his lips. As if they were not his.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
Akashi can't believe Furihata's words, not with how he was slowly looking paler and paler by the second, but with the way his pulse was beating faster, faster, and faster. Akashi then noticed something square shaped behind Furihata.
"What are you hiding behind your back?"
"N-Nothing I—"
"May I see it?"
"N-No."
Why? What is that? Akashi narrowed his eyes at the other, wy won't he tell him?
Why do you want to know?
Akashi was frozen, indeed, why did he want to know? Why did he feel compelled to know? Why do he feel so concern about this boy whom he just a met a few minutes ago. Why, why does it felt like it has been longer than that. Before Akashi could get the answer to his question he found Furihata's eyes were starting to seem unfocused, his legs stepped backwards, then he bumped himself to the railings eyes almost half-lidded. His eyes widen as he found the other slowly slipping from the railings and down—Akashi felt his adrenaline pumped ten times faster as he quickly reached to Furihata's hand but when his eyes met the blue waters beneath the brunette he hesitated, and that moment of hesitation made him lose his momentum. It was too late to grab on to Furihata, instead his hand reached the leather bound material.
SPLASSSH!
Akashi's eyes widen as he saw Furihata sank down on the water below, the splash made some droplets of waters sprinkle to his cheek, Akashi hissed as the sea water burnt his skin, tripping back he fell back on the deck and the leather bound object forgotten. In Akashi's panic as he felt the burning sensation against his skin he gave a slight force to shoving the object away making the leather slightly tear away from the pages. Akashi found himself being rained over with pages of the sketchbook. His eyes widen as the pages fell almost one by one around him.
"Sir someone fell!"
"Get a life boat!"
Akashi could hear the panic on the lower deck, and he could hear familiar footsteps running his way then stopped a few feet away. Akashi had no time to greet the presence of his brothers and their lovers, how could he when he was looking at his pictures. They were exact copy of his face, there was one that looked like he was in deep thought, another one was as if he didn't know he was being drawn, and another he was holding a white mug. There were countless of his pictures drawn, some of charcoal mostly colored. Then something fell right down before him. It was a black page, no drawing, but beneath that was a roughly written words.
Hair crimson as the liquorice, eyes that are gold as the sands in the desert and red like blood.
Draw him.
Draw him like you know him.
His eyes pierce like knives, and face that are fierce and commanding like a Lion.
And that felt like trigger, the next thing he knew all that echoed in his head was—I have to save him. He could hear Kuroko's voice calling out to him, but no, no one will stop him. He will surely save him—
Properly this time
"Akashi!"
"Akashi-kun!"
Furihata opened his eyes, in reflex he opened his mouth to gasp for air but his mouth and throat was only filled with water, realization hit him as he tried to take control of the situation but this proved to be a very futile attempt. He could not grasp anywhere to pull himself back to the surface, and he could not breath, his heartbeat faster demanding him to take in his lungs more air, as the demand grew bigger he felt more helpless, his vision was starting to get blurry. He gasped as he held to his throat, and his mouth involuntary opened and the remaining air in his body escaping. It was then when he saw it, in his hazy, blurry vision he saw something speeding towards him. In his fleeting consciousness he saw red, red as the licorice, and eyes that pierces like knives, and a slender hand reaching out to him.
"Kouki."
"Kouki."
This…he had seen those eyes before, that hair. He felt a hand grabbing him by the wrist, and his blurry eyes met the pair of crimson ones. Just like a dream, he thought as he raised his hand to caress them, but unlike a dream, it has a body, it was soft against his touch. His eyes widen, this feeling—
"I am deeply in love with you."
"Please do not tell me you are only leading me."
"Kouki."
"You're always honest."
"You…put sugar in your coffee?"
"What is this?"
This is, this is not a dream, Akashi, yes, it was that, Akashi…Seijuuro. He saw everything flashing in his mind like a film reel, Akashi, Akashi Seijuuro, those beautiful scarlet hair just like the color of the licorice flower, those commanding voice—how could he forget him. The man he met, of course, it was him—the man he loved the most. Trying to gather up his remaining strength to try to look at the man before him, he was alarmed more when he noticed the burnt marks in his skin, his neck, it looked like it was being fried right there and then, there were bubbles everywhere. It looked like a tablet was soaked in a soda, he was slowly disintegrating.
Kouki reached to his face but stopped midway, with his last remaining strength it occurred to him—his eyes we're different.
You…aren't him, are you?
No, you're not him.
You're not…him