ceo | bokuaka

[25] akaashi's past

when bokuto picked up oikawa's call he expected oikawa to yell at him—how he was an awful person for letting akaashi get taken, to yell at him for being so careless and stupid.

what he didn't expect, was that oikawa was calling to let him know his flight was landing in 10 minutes and needed to know what hotel bokuto was staying at. he certainly didn't expect that within the next hour, the supermodel was standing at his hotel door, knocking to be let in.

when bokuto opened the door the other pushed past him not saying a word, instead quickly dumping his two suitcases and a carry-on onto the floor. bokuto wasn't sure if oikawa was just an over packer or if he truly planned on the stay taking that long.

"um...hello oikawa-san," bokuto spoke breaking the silence.

"i told you, you don't have to be formal with me," oikawa muttered rummaging through his bag.

"oh uh, likewise," bokuto shifted his weight. he didn't know what to say to the other. the situation certainly wasn't ideal and oikawa showing up out of the blue was one of the last things he expected.

"listen, i'm really sorry about this whole situation," bokuto started, "i know you and keiji are best friends and you're probably extremely mad at me, rightfully so, because i'm the one who talked him into going to osaka. but i'm going to get him back and i'll do anything i can to-"

"bokuto, i know you didn't mean it," oikawa cut off the other. "keiji has a mind of his own, he was going to come on this trip whether you tried to convince him out of it or not. i know i sure as hell tried to convince him not to go, but he went anyways. stupid love struck bitch," oikawa muttered the last part under his breath so that bokuto couldn't hear. "and you're right, we are going to get him back from that old cuck, i should've beat him up when i had the chance," he huffed.

"is his dad really that bad?" bokuto questioned. the only time akaashi spoke of his father was when he was drunk off his ass. sure, he remembered a good portion of it, but the details were hazy and akaashi didn't go into full detail.

oikawa pursed his lips. he opened his mouth like he was going to say something, instead opting to close it. he had a look of thought on his face before he actually spoke, "let's just say his dad was never really the nicest, even before keiji's mom passed. me and akaashi have known each other practically our whole lives, but we didn't actually become friends til around high school because his dad secluded him. all the way through elementary school he was homeschooled. when we were around 10 years old, his dad shipped him off to some fancy boarding school in europe. i don't know much of what happened during that time but keiji once mentioned how if he got less than a 96% on his report card he couldn't come home for the semester break."

"that's terrible," bokuto's eyebrows scrunched, "how could you not let your own kid come home to you over a grade?"

oikawa just shook his head, "his mom was the only reason keiji was able to come back to japan for high school. his dad wanted him to stay there until graduation. his mom was basically the mediator between the two so when she passed, things went to shit real quickly...his dad got into some illegal businesses—started using hard drugs and involving himself in the underground market. when keiji found out the truth...it broke him really badly."

oikawa's eyes flitted around the room. "i'm not sure how much i want to say for keiji's sake but his dad also dragged him into it," his tone changed as he thought back to the time. "while his dad made good money in the underground business, he also had-..."he paused, his voice quavering. "he had some huge debts to repay."

he didn't speak for a moment, trying to steady himself, but it proved useless. "so he-...he was willing to sell his own son to those s-sick fucks," oikawa's voice cracked as spoke.

bokuto felt his own palms get sweaty as oikawa spoke, "what did he do?"

oikawa didn't say anything, instead meeting bokuto's eyes with his own glossy ones.

"oikawa, what did he do?" bokuto spoke, surprising himself with the intensity of his own voice.

"he set up modeling gigs for keiji. but they weren't actually for the company. they were so twisted ass people could come watch and view him...like- like he was something on display," his eyes darted around again. "they weren't modeling shoots...they were silent auctions. auctions that were set to end on his 18th birthday...and keiji was the one on sale," oikawa gritted out.

bokuto felt his heart sink at the implication behind oikawa's words. "that's all so fucked up," bokuto uttered. he paused in disbelief before he began spewing again, "holy shit- god, what the fuck! that's all so fucked up! what the hell is wrong with his dad!" he yelled out, enraged by every thing that oikawa told him.

"thank god we found out the real truth behind those shoots before it was too late," oikawa sighed. "i'm not sure what went down between him and his dad after that. all i know it that i didn't see him for a good month after that. he wouldn't answer my texts or calls- or anyone's for that matter. he stopped going to school and no one knew what happened to him during that time. the first time i saw him was on our graduation. he looked...gaunt. it was like looking at a skeleton of the former keiji...he was so skinny like he hadn't eaten during that time and...and he looked so exhausted," oikawa's eyes furrowed like he could see that past keiji in front of him. "then later that night, the first text i got from him after all that time was him saying he was running away that night. ahe wanted me to sneak over to help him pack, and so i did. i went over, packed as much as we could, and bought him a train ticket to the first place we found that was far enough from osaka. it just happened to be tokyo."

bokuto didn't say anything, letting oikawa say what he needed to let out.

"i don't think i've ever cried as much as i did that night. for a good hour we just sat hugging each other, soaking each other shirts as we said our goodbyes. i didn't hear from him for a good 3 months after he stepped foot on that train. i worried sick about him every night but i knew not to try and find him for his own safety. his dad didn't blame me for his sudden disappearance, but he certainly thought i had a role in it. he probably would've tried to get me to talk if it wasn't for my own parents. it wasn't until a random day that i found an unaddressed letter to me in the mail. to my suprise it was keiji. he apologized for not getting in contact sooner but he didn't want to risk it. he had dropped his phone on the train tracks as soon as it started moving so his dad couldn't find him. he caught me up on his life. he enrolled in university, changed his last name to further evade his dad. he gave me his new phone number though and we talked for hours on the phone after that. i think we both cried a lot that day too," a fond smile appearing on oikawa's face.

"jesus oikawa...that had to be rough," bokuto muttered out, taking in everything the other was telling him.

"yknow...when me and keiji were maybe around 15 or 16, we made a promise to each other that when we graduated high school we were going to become these world renowned super models. we were going to travel all over the world together and only take gigs if both of us were given an opportunity," he smiled again slightly at the memory, though it fell as quickly as it appeared. "but that promise didn't last long. even after all the time that has passed keiji refuses to model again because of what happened...i can't say i blame him though, i wouldn't want to either after going through that fucked up sitaution," oikawa scorned.

"fuck no, i wouldn't want to either," bokuto sighed. he felt like a prick now knowing akaashi's reasoning behind why he quit modeling when bokuto himself tried to pressure him into modeling for him. he pushed those thoughts to the back of his head.

"we need to get him back now," bokuto sneered. "i don't care if i have to strangle his father with my own hands, i'm not letting him do anything more to keiji than he already has."

oikawa nodded, sharing the same sentiment, "i should've done that a long time ago."