Where Art Thou 4
Sasame-chan: (sitting on the floor with Murasakibara who is crying since last chapter).
Murasaki: *sniff* *munch* *munch*
Kuro: here (hands handkerchief)
Murasiki: Arigatoooo~~
(Sasame-chan and murakibara looks up, sees no one) Both: huh?
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Disclaimer: (Sasame-chan tied in a corners gagged)
Ao: listen all that woman don't own "kuroko no basuke" she wishes, but no."
Ki: She does own, Asamicchi! And this Fanfic
Murasaki: and that Ooc Akashi from last chapteeerr~
Aka: No Atsushi.. That was all me
(Door opens)
Kuroko: Oh.
Everyone:...
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'People taking in Russian'
'kuroko's thoughts'
"talking"
-Flashback-
' people are talking... why is it so dark'
'Sir! The kid's eyes are open!'
'Hey kid, stay calm! You've lost too much blood, we're here to help you'
'what are they saying? I don't understand! damn i can't move my hands... i can't move any thing! Everything feels heavy'
'sir his irises are not reacting at all!'
'The trauma to his brain probably caused blindness, his head isn't that damaged compared to his legs'
'let's just focus on keeping the kid alive until we get to the hospital'
'this kid nearly gave me a heartattack suddenly popping out of no where.'
'how did you find this kid'
'i was walking by the beach feeling the waves on my feet, when something that's ain't water brushed my feet.'
suddenly i feel my consciousness slipping, i didn't realise it could get darker.
-Time Skip-
this time what roused me rom my consciousness is the steady beeping of a machine somewhere near me. It was still dark, but this time i know my eyes are shut, i tried opening them they seemed to be glued shut. Also a soft wheezing noise that reminded me of a breathing machine.
I could feel a mask covering my mouth and nose, 'im connected to a life support machine?'
The smell of the room made me think of the hospital. I was in the hospital.
I hear a radio somewhere in the distance, the person speaking is speaking another language that im certain was not japanese.
I could feel movement next to me. One in a while i feel something moving.
'Mr. And Mrs. Ivanov, Dobraye Ootro.", i hear a voice indicating there was a woman next to the bed i was lying on, probably the nurse, who's been moving around me. Checking my vitals probably.
'How is he doing?', i hear a low raspy voice, who sounded like an old man. His voice sounded like he was holding some emotion behind it.
'Has anything happened overnight?', this time it was an elderly lady's voice that was getting closer to me, feel a soft aged hand brush my head softly like i was made of thin glass.
' he's doing just fine, he was stable throughout the night, good news is we've lowered his morphine dose and he seemed to be doing great, in a week's time we'll probably stop it all together'. Explained the nurse.
There was a heavy sigh from both the elderly couple. Which sounded like what the lady said was good news.
"you are a very lucky boy, Tetsuya", suddenly the elderly old man spoke in japanese, but a clear sign that he wasn't japanese was detected because he had an accent, if i could move i'd probably jumped in surprise.
I hear the nurse move away, probably finishing with her duties.
"you are a strong boy just like your okaa-san, so i know you can pull through this", at the mention of my Mother, the lady sobbed the words out, but it was enough to tell me this lady is japanese.
Which reminded me, who are my parents?... most importantly ... Who am I?
-Time skip-
Days... Weeks passed, i was bored of being in the dark. I just wanted to wake up.
I learned that i was a Sole Survivor of a plane crash that crashed in the ocean. No one knew what caused the crash. And that i was with my parents.
My parents were missing and presumed dead.
It's been 3 Months since i was found washed off at a beach in Vladivostok, i was brought to a hospital there and was sent by helicopter to Moscow, where my Grandparents were.. oh yes the Two elderly couple were my Grandparents.
Oneday a doctor visited my private room when my Grandparent's were visiting.
He gave them the full lowdown of my condition.
Grab some popcorn and soda cuz it was long, which my Grandmother explained in japanese to her unconscious Grandson for some reason, she believes i could hear... well she was right.
I was suffering through a severe concussion, that would affect my sight, but whether my memory was affect was uncertain and can only be told when if or when i wake up... 'screw you Doc, im waking up! And there's no if about it!'.
And yes my memory is affected, i have amnesia. But some nights i dream os random things that probably came from my memories. Sometimes it just a Rainbow. Some time people with hair with the color of the rainbow. Mostly a boy with Red hair.
Moving on, My right arm, my superior arm, was crushed so the bottom part of my humorus bone was destroyed and was replace with a metal. My wrist was broken but not too bad.
'What about basketball?', asked my Grandfather. Which made me discover something about myself, i played basketball i was bad at it but apparently i was important.
'by the looks of things he can play basketball if he's just passing the ball', in other words i can't!, but for some reason my grand parents laughed it off, liking the answer.
My right leg got dislocated from my hip bones. And both my legs were broken. But the upside the doctor said it wasn't severe enough that it would affect my ever standing or walking. Depending on my recovery he can tell me if i was still able to play basketball. It would take several months and another few months of rehab.
It was apparently fortunate i wasn't that muscly or it would've affected my much worse.
The doctor said i needed to build up muscle will help me recover better.
And here comes the worst part...
The Cornea of my right eye was ripped and permanently blind.
-Time Skip- 5 months in the hospital.
It's been 4 days since my Grandparents went to Japan for my Parent's funeral, or the past 5 months they have registered me as a citizen of Russia, it helped that my Grandmother and mother were both citizens of Russia. And they bought me a puppy, i hear him running around the room sometimes and his little yelps we just adorable, even though i haven't seen him my mind pictures a black and white Siberian husky with blue eyes.
When the nurse in charge of me came for my morning check-ups she said that obaa-san and dedushka will be home today. And will be coming over around noon.
Hours later. I felt the heaviness of my eyelid lift and suddenly my left eye was open. But everything is still dark. I stared. I tried lifting my good arm and relieved that it followed my command.
I touched placed my finger tips and touched my brow checking if my eye is open. I felt my eye lash moving indicating that yes my eye is open but i couldn't see anything.
I felt nothing stayed silent, i was stuck in bed, there was still a large cast wrapped on both my legs and i have some sort of wrap on my hips connecting to my right thigh. My right arm has a full cast from my shoulder to the tips of my fingers and it's being supported by a sling.
The whole let side of my head was shaved and was cover with a thick piece of bandage being supported by some more bandages that goes around my head
It seems that it's just my left arm is the only one with minimum damage, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt.
On my lap my left hand i felt the material of the blanket Obaa-chan spent knitting, for the last 3 months. She said it was made of rabbit fur, apparently there are rabbits that grows furry like sheep. It was soft and warm.
Suddenly i hear the door of my room open followed by Gasps of two people.
"Do.. mo", i said with my dry raspy voice.
-Time Skip- 5 years later-
"Domo."
"Christ! Ivanov! Would you stop doing that!", Dmitri my personal physio Therapist jumps.
since waking up 5 years ago, it took me another month to be discharged from the hospital. I was grateful that both my Grandparents speaks and understand japanese.
I'm nt going to lie, but when i woke up i was a mess, physically and emotionally.
I was crippled, blind, orphaned, with amnesia. I was suffering through Post Traumatic Stress Disorder(PTSD) .In another country with a whole different language. I had panic attacks, nightmares, flashbacks i couldn't understand that felt so real, reliving moments during the crash.
Sometimes i see the colorful people.
I was grateful that my Grandparents was there to ease me through everything, supporting me to get better financially and emotionally.
My Grandparent's we lovely people one of the most gentlest people i knew. Well i, knew more people.
One look at my Grandfather i knew my mother and I got the blue genes from him, heh blue genes.. get it? , He insisted on calling him Dedushka, he was full Russian while Obaa-chan was full Japanese, ad she looked alot like my okaa-chan. They gave me a new Home, Food and Warmth which im eternally grateful for, i don't know what i could've done if not for them.
[A/N:well Akashi would've took you in and married you, right? (nudges Akashi with my elbow)
Aka: Totally (Nod)
Kuro: .. Both of you .. out my flash back.. now]
Oh and also Hope, Hope is White Samoyed dog, he sticks with me all the time ever since he saw me having one of my panic attacks. But for some reason his presence comforted me.
The day i was brought home to my Grandparents' mansion i was on a wheel chair since my right arm was still healing crutches were not an option.
It got too boring just wheeling around the mansion, the maids were nice and sometimes would accompany me, but not being able to understand them was frustrating.
I was living every Teenager's dream. Rich, No job, no responsibilities... and it's boring.
2 months of nothing. And i finally made up my mind.
"you want to learn Russian ?", Dedushka look surprised but, and very proud.
"Yes, Since my memory is wiped, I'm pretty sure i have a lot of space in my brain to learn a whole new language", Hope beside me yelped in agreement. At least i believe so.
"I don't think that's how it works, Tetsuya...", Dedushka Chuckled, anime sweat dropping from his head.
And that's when i met Dmitri, the jack of all trades. He was my Friend, Tutor language and other subjects, My Therapist, physically and emotionally, Caretaker and Bodyguard.
Dmitri is 6 feet tall, i was 17 and he was 21,Dark brown hair, he has eyes that is green around the irises and fades to blue, he has some nice high cheek bones, kind ... i told him everything. Well since he was my therapist, we became best of friends and brothers. He taught me Russian and i taught him Japanese. I spoke to him about the memories that pops up every now and then.
2 years later i could speak Russian fluently
I was in complete working order, like i was never in a plane crash.
I've over came my PTSD, all my stiches healed, i no longer feel stiffness in the mornings.
My physical therapy stopped, but my mental therapy continued until all my memories were back.
I started taking classes online and since i never really thought about my future before because i was drowning in my despair. i was being supported by my Grandparents and a fat inheritance bestowed upon me to do what i wish. My future is basically financially set. Plus I have a double Citizenship with Japan and Russia.
Don't get me wrong, i now i should consider my children and grandchildren, and grandchildren's grandchildren future too. Did i mention the crash had damaged me "down here' and made me infertile?
So yeah, no kids for me.
8 years since i woke up, i recovered most of my memories back.
Dmitri Found me in the study crying on the ground hugging Hope, a mix of Sad and Happy tears.
I told him stories, i told him about basketball, how i met Great friends at Teiko, About the Fallout. The whole making everyone love basketball again the memories ended just when we won the Winter Cup and getting Akashi, who i presume is the Red head who pops in my mind WAY before i got any of my memories back. The first person from my past that i ever recalled. Like he's important some how. The strange thing is, i remember how Everyone in my past looks like, But for some reason Akashi was the only one i was having trouble recollecting what his face looked like, even though he was the first one.
During the same year ... Dedushka Passed away in his sleep. He passed away at 72 years old.
The doctor that's check over Dedushka was the same doctor that took care of me, Dr. Ivashkov. He explains that the day i was discharged, Dedushka approached him saying that if ever the day came when he passed away and a Cornea donor is still not found, he wanted to donate his cornea to me and he instructed Dr. Ivashkov to take out the Cornea first before telling me, so if ever i refuse to take the cornea for some reason, Dr. Ivashkov was instructed to do not hesitate 'Guilt Trip' me in to agreeing.
Dr. Ivashkov saw my hesitation and told me to come back to him when i was ready. And left, but not before telling me that this was my Dedushka's last wish.
My Dedshka's passing affected my fragile mentality, i spent days just clinging to hope in my Study. Dmitri and Obaa-chan supported me.
A week after Dedushka passed away, Obaa-chan said grieving would only make Dedushka hesitate on moving on to a better place and leaving us because we were crying and sad.
I wanted Dedushka happy he deserved to be happy. After all those years of caring for me and making i had everything to fully recover and giving me a bright future ahead of me. So i picked up my broken pieces once again and wiped my tears away and played with Hope.
And took the transplant straight after
So when i hit my 12 year mark since i woke up.
I got my degree in early childhood, studied a bit on first aid and a bachelors in teaching.
I decided i wanted to be a Day-care teacher. I realised i really liked children when Dmitri brought his 1 year old baby over one day and seemed to lie me. I remember the heartbroken face He had when Baby Adrian refused to go back to daddy and chose to stay in my arms.
Holding Adrian made me envious of what Dmitri has and will have.
He has his Parents and hell his Grandparents are still kicking!, he's own starting his own Family and soon there wil be 2 or 3 Adrians and maybe 1 adrianna. Then they'll have their own adrians and adriannas. Jealousy makes me childish apparently.
Dmitri watching me interact with his baby sitting on the carpeted floor of the living room, he notices my change of mood, years of being my therapist made him a master at identifying my emotions.
"you know, don't you think it's time to go back to Japan." Dmitri Suggests out of the blue, which took me of me guard.
"N-Nani, you mean like... to visit?", one thing about Dmitri and Iwe recently began to speak our own language at each other, it was good practice. Dmitri speaks Russian and i Speak Japanese.
"Well, not to being a dick or anything. But .. Tetsu, you're like a little brother to me, and i love you." He takes a deep breath and looks into my eyes. Which means what h's about to say is absolutely serious.
"Tetsu... its been over a decade. And in all of the 12 years we knew each other you were never interested in Russia", he raises his hand stopping me from retorting, which i did. "let me finish... yes you learned the language, but Tetsu, you've fully healed physically... mostly, yeah you aren't as good as before but it's good enough. But emotionally, Tetsu... your healed but u aren't fully healed ... you clearly have no interest in spending the rest of your life here, i mean Tetsu you don't go out unless one out of me, Mr. And Mrs. Ivanov invites you to, you never asked to go to places. something tells me you left something back in Japan and your heart is crying for it back."
I felt moisture travelling down my eyes. Which Dmitri wipes away i hugged Adrian tighter, tight enough so it won't upset the infant that was taking a nap in my arms, taking comfort from the sweet baby smell and warmth.
"Tetsu you can't turn a blind eye from at the act that obaa-chan is old.. *sniff* she loved Mr. Ivanov , what they had was REAL... she may not show it but she longs to be with him again. But she can't move on with you still missing piece.", at this point i was holding up tears covering my mouth with right hand holding sobs in while the other supports the slumbering baby.
Dmitri moves next to me on the floor he pulls me in a side hug, placing my head in the crook of his neck and resting his cheek against the crown of my head. Comforting me.
"most importantly Tetsu... YOU deserve Happiness. and your happiness is in another country.", my sobbing alerted Hope who was having his nap by the Fireplace and immediately moved to the empty space at the other side of me and laid his furry head on my crossed leg.
Adrian was woke up because of my quaking body. Adrian looked at me innocently, he sits up and start patting my face with his soft tiny baby hands trying to comfort me. It was so sweet and adorable that i couldn't help but laugh at his antics. He give a satisfied squeak for making me laugh and gave me an opened mouth kiss on the cheek, i love this baby, i hugged his tiny body.
"I guess im going back to japan."i sniffed
At least that was the plan, until i went to obaa-chan's room that night to tell her the news.
And found her in her bed room floor. Unconscious.
Obaa-chan was diagnose with Stage 4 leukaemia. And she kept it a secret for the past 2 years. And she kept it a secret from everyone.
Tests were made with my blood to look for compatibility. And showed that i was not compatible and will be rejected by my obaa-chan's body.
So what was left to do was to spent as much time with her until the end.
At my 13th year in Russia May 9th, it was Obaa-chan's birthday, Dmitri and his family stopped by early in the morning to drop off their gift or obaa-chan greeted her and let because they had to take Adrian to the doctors or a shot. It was a challenge separating Adrian from me, he was really attached to me.
For the past few months now obaa-chan was getting worse and worse but she never fails to smile. I made sure to make this day a extra special because we both know it'll be her last Birthday.
It was just the two of us today, we watched movies, some anime, i sang her happy birthday, we laughed, cried happy and sad tears.
Suddenly obaa-chan started to coughed violently and i could see blood coming out with every cough. I hurry to the bathroom for the tiny tub filled it with some warm water and grabbed two towels.
I return to her room, fortunately she has stopped coughing, but then i noticed i saw her eyes closed and she was very still.
"ob-aa-... chan?" my voice cracks as i touched her hand, it was cold. But then her hand has been cold for a while now
Then i sighed a sigh of relief when she cracked her eye open. Her eyes were glassy.
I began wiping her lips of blood, and her hands. She reaches for my hand with her own asking for my attention.
"Tetsuya... tha- nk ..ou .. for to-day... ", i held onto her her hand with both of my hands, holding tighter onto her every words.
"best.. Birthday ev..r" , she smiles. "but you know. What i want most ... Fr-rom you.. ?"
"What?! Anything obaa-chan!" i was loosing her, she was fading farther and Farther. And my heart was breaking to pieces and pieces. I feel like this time i wont be able to fix it any more, im loosing my last family member.. i don't think i can go on anymore.
This was going to be the end of me. I just know it. When she goes i don't think i'll be far behind.
"I (sob) Love you .. o-baa-chan", it hurts.
"Tetsu... i don't see it alot ... but i'd really like to se you smile genuinely", suddenly those words hits something deep inside my memories
'so you like my smile do you, tetsuya?'... i do?, was that Akashi?
"Wh-what?", i look at obaa-chan looking dumbfounded.
"I want .. you to keep smil-ing.. Tetsuya .. be happy", she lifts her hand to my cheek and i hold it in place with both my hand trying to feel as close to her as i could.
Sobbing, i nodded in agreement, "H-hai!" i sniffed.
"Good boy", she whispers her last words smiling.
Till the end Obaa-chan was smiling. Not many can say that.
Till the very end she gave me hope to keep going
A week later i stood over two matching grave stone
Olek Ivanov : June 28, 1947- March 6, 2019 age 72
A Father to a Beautiful Daughter and a Handsome Grandson,
Husband to an Enchanting Wife
Chisato Ivanov: May 9, 1954- May 9, 2024 age 70
Lived happy, Died Smiling and loved.
And with both tombstones next to one another;
"Even in Eternity we Embrace"
Is spelled.
I place the bouquet of flowers between the tombstones.
"Oyasumi"
A year and a half later i was in a plane to Japan, to Search for my Happiness.
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This chapter took me all night to write, it's probably a mess so sorry i hope you guys kinda understand what went down or the past 14 years.
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