Jet Pack Blues II
Author's Note: Hi. I'm sorry. I had so much plots in my head which may have been the reason as to why I had forgotten to write this second part. Plus, I'm working on the third chap of ADKC so… Anyway, I had a really hard time writing this, I needed to channel my neglected Akakuro heart and summon Akakuro spirits and such.
I'm still in love with the pair so much. Never will I part from this fandom.
Disclaimer: I tried to approach Tetsuya as inconspicuously as I could but a pair of scissors barely hit my face so… I can never own KnB. Song is still Jet Pack Blues from the super talented and socially-awkward Fall Out Boy.
Heterochromatic eyes stared hard at the obsidian ceiling of the gloomy room, deep in thought. With a sigh, Akashi moved to rest at his side. The bed dipped a little as he shifted; his comforter sliding off of his upper body in the process. The midnight silk robe hung loose on his frame and his hair was disheveled. No one was given the privilege to see this rare sight as he was alone in the cold room. However, one could mistakenly guess that the redhead had company as he started a one-sided conversation with the image of a familiar teal head atop his bed side table.
"Are you getting bored, Tetsuya?"
With the photo at hand, he made his way to the quaint-looking radio in one of his shelves and searched for a station to his liking. He sat on the slightly uncomfortable material of his leather couch. Paying no attention to the discomfort making its way to his back, he caressed the glass of the frame which held his Tetsuya.
"You still love me, right?" the sides of his chapped lips were meekly tugged upward as slender fingers glided along the features of one Kuroko Tetsuya's picture. No one could really abridge the myriad of emotions raging inside the red head as an indescribable pain suddenly made its way to his chest.
I got those Jet Pack Blues
Just Like Judy
The kind that make June feel like September
I'm the last one that you'll ever remember
And I'm trying to find my piece of mind
Behind these two white high way lines
When the city goes silent
The ringing in my ear gets violent
'Pathetic,' he thought to himself.
As if trying to regain some of his pride, the fond look in his eyes dissipated into nothingness; he threw the picture to the cushioned-couch before him and hugged his knees. The empty feeling in his chest gradually consuming what was left of his being. His hands covered his face as tears started to form in his eyes, eyes which held lament, disappointment and longing.
He was a man of high pedigree; he grew up in a society where a flick of his finger could change a life as long as that person is at his behest; he got what he wanted tenfold; he is an Akashi. Money, fame, fortune. Just name it, everyone knew he had it, he knew he had it. But such was not the case right now, such was not the case for the past few years. The revered Akashi Seiijuro was longing for someone and that someone would never be his again.
Dichromatic eyes took in all the color presented by the setting skies of Tokyo. The scarcely clouded skies looked like the sweetest confectionaries and the timely caresses of the wind made it feel surreal. Akashi approached the object of his strangest yet most heartfelt feelings. The palette that has painted the skies were reflected by a pair of seemingly distant powder blue eyes, equally troubled and mesmerized.
"Tetsuya…," the name rolled off his tongue naturally. It was a must so say it with utmost sentiment every single time, conveying every ounce of love he had. Truly, the name was as beautiful as its bearer, who –at that particular moment- had his marveling put to a halt.
"I know you haven't got the slightest clue about this matter, but I have been keeping my eyes on you for quite some time now," he shortened the distance between them as he took steps towards the, although not too evident, flustered blunette. He could see the troubled look in the other's eyes more clearly. He was doubting his heartfelt feelings. No one could blame Kuroko, he was notorious for being a calculative business man and one who claims that "love is not needed to attain victory". Well, not in this particular case. Kuroko Tetsuya is his trophy.
Determined to rid the other of his doubts, he put his arms around the unsuspecting blunette and whispered into his reddening ears.
"Stay with me…".
Don't you remember how we used to split a drink?
It never mattered what it was
I think our heads were just that close
The sweetness never lasts, you know
"Seiijuro-kun?" the incessant knocking on the door was starting to get to him. Who could possibly have the guts to disturb his peace? "Seiijuro-kun?" he could finally recognize the supposedly calming voice, but honestly, it irked him. It irked him to the point that he didn't even want to know the one who owned the voice.
"Enter," then a familiar face came to view and shut the door behind him. Akashi followed his every move with cold and disinterested eyes. "I believe I have made it clear that you call me by my family name, Furihata". The said person just gave an apologetic smile as he set down the tray of food on the bedside table.
"Your father had insisted that I refer to you by your given name. You know coz'-" he had a short pause which made Akashi's eyebrows arch ,"-we're married and all". Akashi stayed quiet, not because he had nothing to say, quite the contrary. He feared that he'd just end up venting all his frustrations on the brunette and ill himself further.
Used to the fact that he was ignored by Akashi, Furihata diverted his attention to the vase beside the tray of food he had just set down. "These white roses are really beautiful Seijuuro-kun," he said while caressing the petals of the fully bloomed flowers, admiring the pureness of its white. This statement lead Akashi to another train of thoughts. With an uncharacteristic smile, he finally responded.
"They were Tetsuya's favorite.."
"You sure know how to stop me at my tracks, Akashi-kun," Akashi could only be amused by the rare display of emotion, happiness at that, by his lover. He faked a cough and looked anywhere but his cute boyfriend and shoved the bouquet to obstruct the other's sight from his unusual flustered face.
"Tetsuya, of course I do, we've been going out for four years after all," he took Kuroko's small hands and held it with the same affection he has had for the past four years of their relationship. He couldn't help but think that this was too surreal as he looked at clear sky blue eyes. They held their gazes for each other as Akashi inconspicuously inched his face closer to Kuroko.
"I never knew Akashi-kun was a romantic," the rare light chuckle that came after that statement was the final straw for Akashi. Next thing he knew, he was cupping Kuroko's chin between his fingers with their faces centimeters apart. He looked at the other with sincere eyes. He felt the slight tingle when Kuroko breathed out and it made him feel eager to just ravage the smaller male but immediately abandoned the thought knowing that it would only start a dispute between them. Then, they kissed. A very chaste and genuine one.
"There are a lot of things you don't know about me Tetsuya," he seductively whispered to the other's ear as he held him in a tight embrace, slowly reaching for the item in his pocket he had purchased a week ago. No one was aware of the strange feeling that has been swirling in his stomach. He even consulted a doctor only to be answered by "It's just anxiety and unease" with a suppressed laugh. It all has come to this. This was the day; this was finally it. ", one thing and the only thing you need to know though, is that you're going to spend the rest of your life forever with me," he held the ring with a knowing smile.
He wiped the tear that clouded the sky blue eyes of his fiancé as he slid the ring on slender fingers. Kuroko smiled at him and he couldn't help but smile back as he wiped another tear from Kuroko's lovely face.
"You're so precious, Tetsuya.."
She's in a long black coat tonight
Waiting for me in the downpour outside
She's singing "Baby, come home" in a melody of tears
While the rhythm of the rain keeps time
And I remember "Baby, come home"
I remember "Baby, come home"
I remember "Baby, come home"
I remember "Baby, come home"
After Furihata unwillingly left, Akashi retreated to his bed and once again stared at the picture in his hands. The feeling of uneasiness and the occasional prickling feeling in his chest made him shut his eyes. He grunted in pain; he felt contorted.
He stared at the empty space around him. He had to admit it to himself, the loneliness was starting to eat at his sanity. To the point that he questioned every decision he made; to the point that he never felt like himself.
'You caused this. You did this to yourself', his thoughts berated.
He ignored the sinking feeling that slowly crept up his heart. The feeling akin to admitting his first loss in his high school years, the feeling that an Akashi should never have. The sad smile that came with his nostalgia started to fade into a straight line.
'I know'
'You couldn't take matters at hand'
'I know'
'You were weak'
'I know'
'You….let him go'
'I know'
"You have got to be kidding me!" The medical personnel held the red-head by his wrist to restrain him from lashing out on the doctor. The said doctor could only stare at his patient wide-eyed. He could understand why his patient became hysterical but it was very unusual to see him like this. Akashi was usually a very composed person.
"It is quite unfortunate but it is the truth Akashi," The statement came out sympathetic. Akashi stayed on the floor looking as broken as he could be. Nurses and other patients surrounded him, marveling at his misfortune. Concerned flashed in their eyes as the sobbing CEO calmed down and choked back his tears. He seemed to have regained his composure as he stood up, brushing the wrinkles on his suit.
Silence ensued.
"I-Is there anything that you can do?" Dr. Midorima heard his voice crack and couldn't help but avoid the hopeful eyes that were staring straight at him. Knowing that he could not avoid the inevitable, he faced his patient with the most professional front he could muster. Telling someone about his condition wasn't new to him; he is a doctor after all.
"I did everything I could. I could prescribe medicine that could slow down the deterioration but that is the best I can do," Midorima was surprised when he saw the heterochromatic eyes lose its life. They were disturbingly blank. They looked dead.
"I understand. If that is the case then I see no need to continue my medication. Thank you for your hard work," before he could protest, the redhead had already turned to leave. He could only stare at the retreating back of his former captain.
A month after the incident would pass by before Midorima could actually make time to check up on Kuroko. Kuroko was alone; Kuroko was clueless about his lover's cancer; Kuroko was heartbroken. Amidst all this, what bothered him was…Akashi didn't come back home.
Did you ever love her? Do you know?
Or did you never want to be alone?
And she was singing "Baby, come home"
I remember "Baby, come home"
This was his resolve. It's for the sake of Tetsuya; it's for the sake of the only person he ever treasured.
He tried to drown the voice of his ex-lover. The sooner he got out of here, the better. He got himself into this mess. After finalizing his engagement with the heir of the Seirin corporation, he decided to retrieve his things from his and Kuroko's shared apartment. He could have instructed his men to go instead but something deep inside him wanted to see the tealhead. At least, for the last time. After he had gathered all of his belongings, he headed out of the door despite his ex-lover's pleads. Of course, the smaller male bolted after him until they finally reached the park that happened to hold a lot of their memories. Double the pain.
"Akashi-kun, please! Tell me!"
Frustration was finally starting to test his sanity. He was beyond appalled by their situation. He felt helpless. He was frustrated because he couldn't do anything; he was frustrated because he couldn't stay with the man he loved the most; he was frustrated because he can't hold the hands that were currently tugging at his sleeves.
"Tell you what, Tetsuya? How many times do I have to repeat myself?!"
'Why do you need to make it hard for me?!'
He held Kuroko's wrists in a death grip, nothing will prevent the tealhead from hearing the painful lie he was about to say. As much as it hurt, he had to make the other forget; he wanted to liberate the other from a love that was bound to end by the hands of death, his own death.
He looked at the pools of the most beautiful azure for one last time. There was no turning back now. This was his decision. He will get over the hurt.
"I don't love you anymore."
His eyes suddenly felt as heavy as lead and the fire coursing throughout his body wasn't the least helpful. Akashi let out a dry chuckle as the searing heat rendered his bodily systems useless. This wouldn't even make a quarter of the things he has to go through to repent for all the things he had done.
He grunted in pain. His breathing was shallow and his chest tightened. He shouted in pain and got to his feet. Everything in his way was thrown with great force. Shards of broken glass pricked at his feet. He paid no mind to it as he felt numbness took over his being.
"Testsuya! I'm sorry!"
He punched the wall repeatedly; his fists bled.
"Forgive me, please!"
He heard the alarmed shouts accompanied by the sharp knocks on the other side of his door.
"Please!"
Strength finally abandoned him and his knees gave in. The wall supported his distraught figure as he slowly slid down, sobbing.
It was all his fault. It was his fault that he became alone. It was all his fault that his life went downhill. It was his fault that the person he wanted to spend his forever with the most, died in an unfortunate accident.
Alas, he felt life slowly seep out of him. His sight dimmed and he couldn't move a muscle. The strings of shouts turned to white noise and he felt hazy all over. All his remorse, regrets and pain vanished. He felt purged of all his wrongdoings.
Heterochromatic eyes slowly fluttered to a close. Before everything went black, he smiled a genuine smile at the last sight he saw; Kuroko Tetsuya's loving gaze and open arms. "Tetsuya-" with his dying breath, he said his last words to the illusion that death presented to him, "I'm home".
A/N: Done. This made me emotionally unstable. Damn.