Kuroko no Basuke does not belong to me in any way, shape or form. Also, the hospital mentioned – I made it up. I'm not American either so I'm sorry if a few of the details are wrong… yeahh XD
Here is the continuation since everyone who reviewed asked! And I'm so grateful for your support! It means a lot!
I hope you enjoy part two; this chapter is written in Third Person POV only and takes place after around a two and a half year time-skip (as her surgery was 6 months into her time in America).
Again, please note that this is a work of fiction.
Warning for OOCness.
COUNTDOWN
PART V
"Excuse me, Miss? Sorry to interrupt, but it's time for you to return to your room. It's nearing ten o'clock, so we need to have lights out."
The woman sitting on the couch softly snapped a book shut, standing up to face the nurse. "Ah, it's no worries. I must've lost track of time again…" She frowned slightly at her own words, but brushed past anyway after bowing politely. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight." The nurse smiled back.
As the young woman walked away, she glanced at the book she held in her hands; a diary of some sort that a man named Dr Jacobs had given to her. The author seemed to live a painful life and shared their story on the pages of the worn notebook. Deep within, she felt horrible for reading into someone's personal life… but at the same time, Dr Jacobs had insisted upon her to read it – that the author of the diary no longer existed.
She was also jealous, however, that this person had managed to write down all their thoughts, feelings and experiences, so that they'd never forget. A part of he wished she'd done the same thing herself. To capture her memories on the page of a blank book and remember them until she grew old and frail. Just like the person had promised their friend to never forget each other in the diary. Secretly, she personally hoped they did get together in the end… they would've made a lovely couple.
At this point in time, the woman had made it to her room, swiftly taking the tablets that had been sitting innocently on the bedside table, along with the water that'd been provided. Safely placing the diary on the table where the pills had been, she promised to read the rest of it tomorrow, before tucking herself into the bed. She felt rather tired by now, having spent the day collecting her thoughts and reading another person's diary.
She hoped that one day, she would be able to return the notebook to someone that was mentioned inside, as they'd surely appreciate it. The only downfall was that there were no actual names written within.
Sighing, the woman let her vision blur and closed her eyes.
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"My orders are absolute. You will call me as soon as the operation is complete. And I expect a full report on your recovery." Red eyes steadily head her gaze.
"I can't guarantee there'll be a call for you. It might fail."
"Impossible. The phantom will always come back."
"Oi, even though you're leaving it doesn't mean you can't keep us updated from time to time right?" There was a flash of navy blue hair in her vision, but it disappeared as quickly as it came.
"I'm sorry, I can't take the risk of the others finding out. Especially…"
"Yeah, yeah. I get ya. He's gonna miss you, y'know? Wonder where you've gone and stuff."
"It'll be fine. I'm sure that he'll meet his soulmate one day. He won't need me by his side anymore after that."
"Don't belittle yourself like that, Tetsu."
A female voice jumped in vehemently, "That's right! Tet-chan, I know how hard this is for you, but everyone else is affected by this too."
"I don't believe you…"
"Eh?"
The anger built up, "You can't say that you know how hard this is for me. Do you know what it feels like to slowly lose your ability to walk, o-or to take over ten minutes to get out of bed? Do you know how horribly embarrassing it will be for me to be spoon fed? I'm an adult, not a baby… Y-You, you're all able to play basketball like the old times, a-and –"
"Calm down! It'll be fine! You're going to go get your surgery, come back, and it'll be like you never left."
"Exactly, none of us will forget."
"Forget?"
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White walls, white sheets, white tiles… everything was white. Why? Blinking multiple times, her hazy vision slowly cleared and she took a deep breath, her nostrils filling with disinfectant. Eyes snapping open, she took another breath as her heart rate quickened. It was all so unfamiliar, why wasn't she in her bedroom? She blinked again.
Her… bedroom? She had no idea of what her bedroom even looked like. "Oh my goodness." She scrambled to sit up properly, further tangling herself in the blankets. "Oh my goodness." She repeated. Carefully placing her hand against her forehead, she looked around cautiously.
"Miss Kuroko. How are you this morning?" A tall man stepped into the room, dressed in a white coat. Her mind quickly wrapped around the situation, assuming that there must've been an accident of some sort.
"F-Fine I suppose. But it's all blank. There's nothing there – my mind is empty…" Inhaling deeply, the girl closed her eyes, counted to three, and looked back up toward the doctor. "Is this… normal for me?"
He leant down slightly to meet her at eyelevel. His eyes reflected the truth as he spoke, "Miss Kuroko, I am Dr Simon Jacobs and today is the one-thousand and sixteenth day you have spent in Saint Laurence Hospital in America. You went through a successful surgery over two years ago for research in curing your Multiple Sclerosis. Unfortunately, your soul clock was unable to cope with the recovery process and therefore resets at around three a.m. each and every day. As a result, you lose your memories."
"I see." The words tumbled from her mouth. At this point in time, she felt as though nothing could surprise her. "Then, my name is Kuroko?"
The doctor's response was just as blunt, "Yes, that would be Tetsumi Kuroko for you. And you are currently considered an empty shell of who you used to be."
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PART VI
He supposed it wasn't the first time that Tetsumi had disappeared. However, to be missing for three years without contact was simply astonishing. He refused to believe the worst had happened, and instinctually knew she was still alive – he was absolute after all. It seemed that Aomine and Momoi had yet to hear a word from the shadow as well.
By now, Akashi felt that he had been patient for long enough. He was especially sick of Bakagami pestering him for details of the girl's whereabouts. The man internally snorted. Not even he knew which hospital she was located in. With that thought in mind, he turned around in his desk chair to face his laptop, letting his finger fly over the keyboard as he entered into the search engine; Hospitals researching MS in America.
The first few hits were to do with funding for research and facilities. But as he scrolled further down the webpage, there was no mistaking the link to an article that claimed a certain hospital had undergone a successful surgery in Saint Laurence Hospital. It was a small, three-paragraph article, as the newspaper had been asked for patient confidentiality. Nonetheless, still eye-catching for an Akashi – nothing could slip past him.
Opening a new tab, he simultaneously picked up his office phone and made a few calls. "Hello, this is Akashi. Please clear my schedule for a week, from tomorrow onwards. I will be in America for personal business, and therefore would not like to be contacted during this time."
He paused, listening to the man on the other side of the phone whilst typing in his credentials and booking a one-way ticket to America. As the man kept talking, he was mid-way through booking a return flight for two people in the first class. "What part of clearing my schedule do you not understand? These personal matters override the importance of the meeting with my father. I'm sure he will be able to find another time to speak to me. If you must know, you can tell him that we have already exceeded our annual profits and our stocks are still rising steadily. A week without my command is nothing. If they cannot keep up their efforts, then all the employees ought to be fired. And send a car down to the front of the office. I'm leaving."
Swiftly ending the call he rose from his chair and walked out of his office. Exiting the elevator, his made his way through the lobby, subtly nodding toward those who greeted him. The doorman tipped his cap as he walked out of the building, and a sleek black car pulled up to the curb just as he exited. The timing made him smirk as, if the car were a moment later, he wouldn't be too happy.
He was quickly escorted to his apartment, where he packed a single luggage bag with enough clothes for the week, and a carry-on to bring his electronics and other necessities. His eyes flickered over to a single picture frame that rested on his bedside table. Sighing, he reached over to trace the glass lightly before carefully tucking the frame into his bag. He had a feeling it would come in handy.
The fourteen hour flight from Tokyo to Ohio was spent restlessly searching up directions to the hospital and booking the best hotel room that was closest to the hospital online. He refused to sleep, and kept himself awake with the airplane's low-class coffee.
As soon as he stepped out of the airport in Ohio, he was greeted with sweltering heat of the summer sun. Taking off his blazer, he rolled up his sleeves in attempt to keep as cool as possible. He hailed a taxi due to having no other option, and ignored the state that the car was in, in favour of convincing himself it would be worth it in the end.
The hotel greeted him graciously, handing over his key card and leading him to his room with such efficiency that he had practically no time to tell them to just simply drop his bag off inside. He had planned to head back out straight away to the hospital before the visiting hours closed after all. Pulling out a piece of paper from his pant pocket he skimmed over his scribble and looked up to peer at the street signs for some proper direction. In the afternoon traffic, it would be best to walk over there than call for another taxi.
He walked a few blocks and turned a couple of corners, barely paying mind to the majestic building he was walking into. He'd admit the architecture was admirable for a hospital, but he'd seen much more. The receptionist seemed rather friendly as he approached, glancing up and gracing Akashi with a smile. "Hello, are you here to visit someone?"
"Ah, yes… I was wondering if there was a Tetsumi Kuroko here." He spoke fluently, but could not hide his accent.
"Oh a foreigner?" The woman smiled, typing her name into the system before frowning, "Your English is very good. Now, are you family or friend?"
"Friend."
"I see, well I have to contact the doctor of this research department before I can allow you access to her ward." She dialled a number on the phone and spoke in hushed tones for a minute. Her eyes showed triumph as she placed the phone back onto the receiver at the end of the call, "Okay, Dr Jacobs will lead you to Miss Kuroko if you could just head to your left and take the elevator up to the seventeenth floor. Please keep in mind that visiting hours end at five-thirty. Have a nice day!"
He bowed, "Thank you."
Upon reaching the correct floor, he found a doctor pacing back and forth nervously. He cleared his throat to gain the attention of the – 'physically higher' – man, who in turn, jumped slightly. Turning around, he hastily greet the red-head and gestured for him to follow quietly. Akashi was the tiniest bit confused as to why he was not being lead to a hospital room, but rather away from them in the opposite hallway.
"I'm surprised." The Dr Jacobs began.
"Hmm? Well of course, though with you pacing around like that, I had no choice but to gain your attention." He stated.
Akashi didn't miss the way the doctor rose his eyebrows in amusement. "I suppose. But I didn't mean that exactly. In fact I'm surprised someone has come to visit her after all this time. Am I right to assume you know of the surgery she undertook?"
"Of course; it had a 65% chance of being a success through rewinding her soul clock. And by the way you speak about her, I assume everything went well."
The older man stumbled in his step, hesitant to say his next words. "… Well, not quite."
"Pardon?" Akashi held back the urge to let his expression turn into one of disbelief, and kept it blank.
"You see, you're the first person to visit her in three years. From what I can tell, you were one of the few who happened to know about her MS which must mean you were a close friend and very dear to her. That, and you know about her whereabouts." He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "To be honest, the surgery almost failed.
She went into cardiac arrest – twice – and when we managed to pull her back, Tetsumi was still barely there. It took nine hours, but we completed the surgery to the best of our abilities. While she no longer has Multiple Sclerosis, her soul clock malfunctioned and she's been suffering ever since. For the last two years, her clock continues to reset each day."
"Are you saying…"
"Yes, the person you are meeting today is 'Tetsumi Kuroko', but not actually Tetsumi herself. She has anterograde amnesia, but we're hoping it's temporary while we try to find a trigger to cure it. I'm actually very grateful you have come today, as we had no idea how to contact her friends to possibly help. It's been quite a struggle to see her wake up in the morning and just accept that she no longer knows who she was. To see her give up like that… the stress must have really gotten to her body."
Akashi took note of his surroundings. They were now in a rather spacious lounge, with plenty of sofas, books and things to keep people entertained during their stay. "So, is this where she is?" he scanned the room, but could not spot the familiar shade of hair through the small crowd of people.
Dr Jacobs nodded, "Correct, although she on the other side in the smaller lounge. It's much quieter there. When you do happen to approach her, it's best to take it slowly... and speak English, she's had trouble with speaking Japanese language since the surgery."
"We'll see. I plan on taking her back to Japan with me." And with that, he left the doctor and made his way into the other room. Silently agreeing to take the doctor's advice, he decided to speak in English. "Tetsumi, correct?"
She was the only other person in there. This fact did not surprise him, as the Tetsumi he knew had never favoured the use of modern technology. The woman looked up, her expression no different from the one he remembered seeing almost every day back when they were in Teiko. However, he did notice that her eyes lacked the hint of emotion that they used to. Now they were filled with confusion, but mostly emptiness.
"Me?" her voice was a little uncertain and shaky, but her English had definitely improved since he'd last seen her. "Are you speaking to me?"
"Yes, you must be Tetsumi Kuroko. Right?"
"So I've been told."
Akashi nodded, "What are you reading?"
"A diary. I think the owner of this had lived a very painful life. But the content is still quite beautiful." She paused, showing the diary to him. It was filled with an array of Japanese characters, telling him that although she'd lost to confidence to speak, reading in Japanese was still an automatic process for her. "O-Oh, I'm sorry, you probably can't read what it says, can you? The doctor told me that this isn't in English, and that I came from Japan."
"I can read fine. I am also of Japanese origin. My name is Seijuurou Akashi."
She blinked. "S-Seijuurou Akashi?" the pale woman flicked through the pages for a moment, finding what she wanted before promptly shoving the diary into his face. "Why're you in this diary?"
He ignored her question, his eyes settling on the date of the entry. It was a week after the Winter Cup, when Seirin won against Rakuzan and he'd called to meet up with her. The day she'd confessed about her MS. He sighed softly, keeping his calm and pushing the diary out of his direct line of sight. "If you come back to Japan with me, you might just find out."
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PART VII
Kagami flinched in the reflection of the mirror as a tingling sensation shot up his arm. Looking down, he briefly caught sight of his clock flashing. But after a few moments of intense staring, nothing else happened and the simple-minded man just chose to let it go. Getting ready for his three-year anniversary was taking him a lot longer than usual; basically, he had to look perfect. He was now approaching the time in which he should be leaving to pick up his girlfriend, but admittedly was reluctant to go.
Kaigawa was certainly a good person, but he felt as though the connection had recently worn off. And he could tell she wasn't feeling it as much as they had when they first met either. Maybe they were destined as 'soulmates' but not as 'lovers'. He'd heard of this happening before.
Picking up his keys, mobile and wallet, he left his apartment and looked back once at the small photo frame that hung on the wall next to the entrance. He silently wondered if she was ever coming back; her disappearance a mystery to everyone… except for a specific few. But they'd all said the same thing: that they'd promised to never tell.
And Kuroko… she was the kind of enigma no one ever want to defy – even Akashi in certain circumstances would keep his mouth zipped closed. Curious as he was, he also felt betrayed and hurt that Kuroko never even said a thing to him. Weren't they friends?
Locking the door behind him he sighed deeply and made his way to his car. Hopefully; one day she would come back, and explain everything to him. He didn't like the feeling of being left in the dark.
Subconsciously, he'd managed to make his was to Kaigawa's house within 15 minutes, as traffic was surprisingly light. She was already waiting outside for him, and headed toward the car once she saw him arrive. Being the gentleman Kuroko berated him into, he stepped from his driver's seat to open the door for her.
"Thank you." She sounded, "We're we headed?"
"The city, I booked us a place at Kinpaku." He focused on driving, "You look… nice, by the way."
She smiled, though it seemed a little forced, "Thanks, it must have been hard to reserve a seat there. Isn't it expensive?"
He shrugged nonchalantly. "It doesn't matter, I work for a reason you know."
Kaigawa laughed. "I see, well… I'm flattered."
The conversation fell short, and they rode in silence until they reached the restaurant. Not long after finding parking, they two exited his car and made their way to the entrance with linked arms. As they were there a little early, the restaurant staff were still setting up the tables, and so they had to wait in line.
Soon after being lead to their table, they sat down across from each other and ordered a red wine. The menus were soon brought out, and whilst Kaigawa ordered lobster, Kagami himself ordered a steak. They made small talk – albeit awkwardly until their food arrived. They immediately dug in, secretly grateful for the distraction.
Both very well knew that neither saw each other in a romantic way anymore, but neither found it in themselves to speak up about it. Kagami finished his meal long before his girlfriend did, and after waiting for a few moments, he excused himself for the bathroom. Upon looking at himself in the mirror again, a stinging pain shot arm his arm. Pulling up his sleeve, it began to flash. And each time it blinked, the numbers began to change.
He just couldn't believe it, something like this should be impossible. Why was his clock turning back? Confused, he walked out of the bathroom and back to his table, where Kaigawa was sitting there, her knife and fork on an empty plate. She was looking at her own timer in shock.
When he approached her, she quickly hid her arm and attempted to look less frazzled.
"Are you finished?" he asked. She nodded and he sat back down. "What happened to your arm?" he spoke casually.
"N-Nothing." She whispered, looking around.
"It's impossible isn't it?" he reached over the table to grab her arm and placed his own next to it. "Eh, you've got a minute and a half?!"
He quickly checked his own clock as Kaigawa was looking at him in alarm, "And you've got almost a week left on yours…"
Brushing her off, he let go of her extended arm as both sat in silence, waiting for her clock to tick down once again. She seemed a little uncertain, and constantly kept patting down her hair. "You look fine." Kagami assured. For some reason, he sensed some déjà vu.
She giggled, "Funny, because I wasn't as nervous before when I met you… no offence of course."
"None taken." He began, "In fact, maybe I should leave?"
"No!" she immediately spoke, "I need you for moral support!" she stood up to grab his hands in a plea… but was knocked over in the process.
With an undignified yelp, the two fell to the floor, and the water that the waiter happened to the carrying spilled over her hair and drenched her curls. The man quickly stood up and apologized, and someone else came along to help her up at the same time Kagami did. The other man's eyes brightened as he looked down at Kaigawa, and at the same time, the basketball player could hear her breath hitch.
The unknown man looked in between the two, his smile drooping as he hesitantly asked, "Are you two… dating?"
"No, we're just good friends." Kagami quickly objected. His now 'ex'-girlfriend looked at him gratefully. "Er, I'll take my leave now." He turned to go, placing some odd amount of bills on their table. But before he left, he saw Kaigawa mouth a few words to him… 'Good luck.'
Surprisingly, walking out of those doors alone was nothing embarrassing at all, in fact he even felt a little refreshed. He knew that he and Kaigawa were better off as friends. Checking his forearm once more, he couldn't help but wish Kuroko that was here to support him again like last time.
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PART VIII
Kagami woke up groggily, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he rolled from his bed and stumbled into the bathroom. He quickly did his necessities before walking back out to his room again, now feeling a little more awake. He took a glance at the clock on his wall and his eyes widened. Blinking to make sure he wasn't just reading it wrong, he began to get ready at a much faster pace. Running around his room, he picked up some stray articles of clothing before chucking them on after making sure they still smelt decent.
Once done, he grabbed what he needed, along with a nutrition bar on his way out the door. He heaved a sigh of relief the moment he'd started the car; he still had another hour until work started, according to the timetable he had in his car. He must've been thinking of the wrong day. Chewing on the bar as he backed out of the parking spot, he decided that he go stop by Maji Burger for a better 'brunch'. He knew it wasn't healthy, but the bar barely even filled him in the first place. Plus there was nothing to cook with, so he reminded himself to go food shopping later.
He parked at the train station before heading out to the nearest joint around the corner. Upon his arrival, he ordered 15 cheeseburgers, a cola and a medium vanilla milkshake.
Kagami set the flavoured drink down in the seat across from him as he enjoyed the meal in solitude. It had become a habit for him to just buy the drink whilst he waited for Kuroko to arrive in the past. And over the course of the past few years, he still hadn't really shaken off the habit whenever he went to Maji alone. In his mind, he still believed that Kuroko sat across from him, her plump lips twitching slightly as he said something funny.
He mentally sighed. Ever since she'd left, never did a day pass where he wouldn't think about her. She was just in the back of his conscience; every second, of every passing day. He'd never noticed how much he would miss her, not when he was so wrapped up in other things. They used to see each other every day until he began university. But still then, they'd caught up often enough. And now that it'd been a whole three years, he just couldn't help but feel as though he'd screwed up somehow.
Standing up, he left the bistro and walked outside. It was beginning to get cold again, reminding him of how close he and his shadow had become after winning the Winter Cup in their freshmen year. As he walked down the road, a figure turned the corner just as he reached the intersection. He merely stumbled back a couple of steps, but the other person had been knocked over completely.
He figured that it was a young woman – as she was dressed in a pale sundress that was very unfit for the current weather along with a straw hat and a sweat band around her wrist. He quickly stepped over to help her up, but she stood to her feet by herself and rushed off. Kagami was left gaping at her lack of manners – especially when she was the one who rounded to corner so quickly. Heck, he hadn't even heard her footsteps. But he figured that he'd let her off as she seemed to be in a hurry.
For some reason, he couldn't help but feel as though the interaction felt vaguely familiar.
He went to begin walking again, but stopped when he saw something on the ground. A purse.
Kagami picked it up and immediately chased after her, knowing that he'll be able to catch up. Since it had only been the two of them on the path, the purse had to be hers, and it might be an important contribution as to what she was rushing for.
Blood rushed through his veins and his breathing became laboured. But he pushed himself even further when he saw the familiar girl up ahead. She seemed to have stopped and was walking.
Trying to catch her attention, he called out a few times before he was finally within arm's reach. "Oi, kid… you dropped this."
The girl spun around, squinting up at him as the sun pierced her eyes. For once, Kagami ws grateful for his years spent in America, because English was what she spoke.
"Oh, thank you very much." She took the outstretched object and bowed. And although Kagami couldn't identify exact features himself from the shade of her hat, he could tell she was quite flushed from running. "I'm very sorry for bumping into you earlier, but I must go so I…" she trailed off.
"No, it's fine! I get it… sorry for holding you up." he waved her off. The way she spoke was making him feel guilty and embarrassed at the same time. "Just, be careful next time."
"Yes. Thank you again." She bowed once more before entering the building to her right.
Kagami mused to himself – he never thought that teenagers could still be so polite these days. As his heart rate slowed down from the sudden rush of events, he came to realise that he'd completely forgotten about the one thing he'd forced himself out of bed for. Glancing downward at his arm, his heart sped up again.
When had his timer reached zero? Was it whilst he was eating in Maji burger? But then, someone would've approached him. He may be a dense idiot, but he wasn't dumb to complete common sense. There was only one other person around that could've possibly had their timer come to a stop as well. But he never really got a good glimpse of her arm.
Looking up at the building she'd entered, he came to a decision; he'd go in after her. It was only logical – she seemed like the type who didn't care about such things, but he wasn't about to let his supposed new soulmate be without proper love forever. Or maybe he just didn't want to be alone by himself. That, or he wasn't going to lose to Aomine any longer than he had to.
Stepping into the hospital, white-washed walls, disinfectant and other sickening smells immediately engulfed him. Doing his best to ignore it, he walked up to the receptionist. "Excuse me, ma'am. Did a girl in a dress and hat walk in here just moments ago?"
"Yes why?" the lady sounded cold, as if she didn't want to be sitting there right at that moment.
"Can you tell me where she is?"
"Are you related?" she shot back.
He was stumped at that, how was he supposed to answer. He leaned forward a little more, "Ma'am, she might just be my soulmate… can you just let me through? I'm sure you know what it was like to meet yours…"
She scowled, "Sorry, I don't know how it feels. Now hustle off before I ask security to kick you out? Are you even aware of the hospital you're in?"
Once again, he was at a loss for words. He gulped, "No?" he cursed himself for sounding so unsure.
She rolled her eyes, "This is a rehab clinic. Visitors are not allowed unless consented by the patient – it's a violation of personal privacy otherwise." As she said this, her eyes flicked to a movement from behind him, and he turned around.
Facing the receptionist once more, "Never mind, I'll take my leave now." Leaving the hospital, he was suddenly on the chase again, since the girl had suddenly disappeared. Although, he wasn't sure if it was a young girl anymore if he was her soulmate. She must be at least out of high school then as soulmates were never born more than four years apart.
He had no idea why, but the urge to call out. "KUROKO!" he stopped running, shocked at what he'd just said. Of all things to yell, why did he call that name?
"…Yes? May I ask how you know my name, sir?"
"Argh!" he yelped, pulling back a little. But when recognition finally rung in his mind, his whole world just… stopped.
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And... that's it. Again, I might leave it here for you to come up with your own ending, or I might make this into a three-shot and settle it there.
If that happens, the last chapter might not end up being this long, as 5k words is quite a lot to type (and I'm super tired now!)
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