Beneath The Stars-BokutoXKuroo Fanfiction

Chapter 10 Final

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Blood, sweat, and tears, all of which have been shed up to this point. Three months after Kuroo's diagnosis. He and Kuroo had done lots of things together, they went to festivals, birthdays, they even went to a comic-con and did skydiving. Bokuto didn't wanna know when Kuroo would pass, so he decided to do as many things as possible before that could happen. Currently, they were watching a volleyball game with Akaashi and Kenma.

The crowd cheered as a point was scored from the home team. Bokuto stood up and yelled "YEAH!" Kuroo and the others remained quieter, cheering in their minds.

"Hey, could you quiet down Bokuto? My head is killing me," Kenma asked. Bokuto looked confused for a split second, but then he sat back down with an embarrassed look on his face.

"Oh, yeah sorry, Kenma," he replied. Kuroo had an unhealthy complexion right now, still pale, and he had gotten skinnier, and he was still coughing up blood, more than usual. He had tried getting this off of his mind, but it just kept coming back and back, haunting him.

After the game was over, Bokuto and Kuroo said goodbye to Akaashi and Kenma, and went back to the hospital. It was dark out, but the moon was lovely. Kuroo and Bokuto layed there on the hospital bed, watching a movie with some popcorn. It was dark, but they were close enough to see each other's faces. Bokuto looked over at Kuroo and saw him crying.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked.

"What kind of question is that? Isn't it obvious!? I'm gonna die! I'm gonna die and I'm gonna be leaving you!" Kuroo yelled back. It grew dead silent. The rain outside, the movie, everything except breathing; heartbeats. "I'm sorry," Bokuto apologized.

"No, your fine, I shouldn't have yelled at you," Kuroo responded sincerely, "it's just...why did this happen? Why did this happen to me?" Bokuto inhaled heavily and exhaled even heavier.

"I don't even have an answer for that. Is the world bad? The world is cruel? Is it because of those reasons? Maybe you were just in the wrong place at the wrong time?" Bokuto added. "I really don't want you to go. I don't mean to make you feel guilty, but I need you, I don't know what I'll do after you..." Bokuto stopped, he didn't wanna say the word, "death" it seemed like a forbidden word.

Kuroo started to shed more tears, and Bokuto tried to stay strong, but it was inevitable more tears were coming. "I'm so sorry."

Bokuto looked into Kuroo's eyes and saw the moonlight dappling on his skin. He saw Kuroo crying, but all Bokuto thought was, "how can someone be as beautiful as you?" There were so many tears the bottom of his vision was watery, his tears were overlapping. "I can't accept this," Bokuto said to Kuroo. He turned his head, and coughed blood onto his hand. "Please let this be a terrible dream."

Kuroo looked up at Bokuto. "Can you please just, hold me until I fall asleep. Please hold me Bokuto," Kuroo said weakly.

"Yeah, I will," Bokuto said, with a broken voice. He embraced Kuroo into his arms, and rested his chin on Kuroo's black hair. Everything came rushing at Bokuto, everything, every single memory made with Kuroo happy or sad, it all just swept into his brain, as he felt Kuroo take his last breath in the world. "Please...don't leave me."

Two weeks had passed, only two. To Bokuto, it felt like an eternity in hell, worse than the seven years and way longer. Kuroo was dead, and he wasn't coming back. The pain was unbearable. Bokuto wasn't eating, drinking, he wouldn't even talk to anyone, all he would do is cry and look up at the stars, because sometimes, only sometimes, he could see Kuroo up there, smiling; happy, and for a brief moment everything faded away and Bokuto felt at peace.

Bokuto was on his way to Kuroo's funeral. He didn't want to see Kuroo, dead in a casket, but he felt he had to, he had to see him one last time for a proper goodbye. Eventually it was time, but Bokuto didn't go, in spite of his need to say goodbye. He found another way though, after the funeral was done Bokuto tried his best to avoid talking to anyone. It would just magnify the pain.

Bokuto went to Kuroo's grave, he was buried now. "Hey Kuroo," Bokuto said. He bent down and sat. "I'm sorry I didn't go to the official funeral. It would have been too much, I'm sorry, I would have broken down, and if they asked me to say some words about you I-" Bokuto stopped. He felt a hand rested on his shoulder. It was Kuroo. Bokuto blinked and Kuroo was gone. "I keep seeing you, everywhere. This feeling, I don't wanna feel it anymore, this pain of loss is excruciating. A feeling of loss, I knew you nearly my whole life, to lose someone like that is unimaginable. I want more than anything for this pain to be gone, more than anything."

Now, it was night, and Bokuto was outside. He had some food with him, on a plate. Next to it was a bottle of pills, and it was empty. Things were so pretty from this spot. "This is how I go out, Kuroo, like I said this pain, I can't take it, I can't take it anymore. I tried hard didn't I? It doesn't matter though, in the end I'm dead, and this awful pain is gone."

Suddenly, there was a shadow behind Bokuto. "Hey," a voice said.

"Kuroo!" Bokuto exclaimed. He ran towards him, but Kuroo faded when they made contact. "Dammit!" He appeared again behind Bokuto. He walked towards Kuroo again, touched his hand, but this time he didn't fade. "Why Bokuto? You idiot!" Kuroo shouted.

"What? What do you mean, we can be together now!"

"You're dead, dude, you think I would want this?!" Kuroo had an expression of pure rage on his face, but it disappeared pretty fast looking at Bokuto.

"I-we can be together now, we can talk, we can see each other, we can be happy in heaven," Bokuto said. Kuroo started crying, but Bokuto didn't.

"I'm surprised you aren't crying Bokuto, you're dead right now, and the man you love is mad at you."

"Normally, I would cry, but the past two weeks I have cried non-stop. I have no tears left," Bokuto replied seriously. Kuroo sighed.

"You are an idiot. Don't you remember the words you said to me. Something like '"live a life full of laughter and smiles, and happiness"'. If I am dead, don't you think you should carry on what I couldn't?" Bokuto frowned.

"I can't! I JUST CAN'T DON"T YOU GET IT? THE MOST BELOVED PERSON TO ME IS GONE, YOU'RE DEAD AND YOU THINK I'M JUST SUPPOSED TO LIVE LIFE HAPPY AND SMILE AND LAUGH ALL THE TIME?! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND I CAN NEVER RECOVER FROM THIS!?" Bokuto exclaimed loudly. Kuroo hugged Bokuto.

"I really am sorry that I left you. I'm gone, yes, but you aren't, please Bokuto you have to live. You, Bokuto, will do what I could not. Koutarou Bokuto you will live a life of happiness, tranquility, laughter, and smiles. No matter how hard you get knocked down and no matter how much it hurts, you must move forward and replenish your life. Please Bokuto you have to live. Once you're ready, and you have succeeded in your life, I promise to you on my life, we will meet again, beneath these stars, and spend hours gazing upon them together, but right now, you have to wake up, restart and wake up Bokuto, please, I'm begging you!"

Just like that, it was over. Bokuto's short moment with Kuroo, it was enough though, for him. He woke up, and was surprised to find himself not crying, tears were no more, and that cruel pain was gone, there was only hope; pure hope.

"We will meet again."