Deaf || BokuAka

2

{ Akaashi's P.O.V }

How long has it been..? A week? A month? I can't tell, my mind remains in the pits of darkness. I can feel despair creep into the depths of my thoughts, my mind slowly moving, with my only desire to awaken from this nightmare. I want to go home, I want to see everyone again..

{ Bokuto's P.O.V }

Akaashi's face as he laid there, looking lifeless like a porcelain doll definitely made me gain goosebumps. My hands lingered towards his notes as I rubbed the paper gently, questioning when he'd hurry up and wake up, scolding me to clean up his room a bit more or why I haven't slept more like I should have.

He won't be able to hear me at all though, he won't be able to hear me call out his name, will he even be able to hear his own music? I shouldn't have asked him to come, I should've taken the bullet, why wasn't it me?

I slam my hand on the table and sigh. It's been 4 months since Akaashi went in a coma, not a day I miss to come visit him, yearning to hear his voice, missing his presence in classes, I couldn't bear even a second without needing to stop here to come see him. My mind would constantly race, watching time pass as I rushed my way here when I'd get the chance.

I want to see him smile, I want to hear him play and call me, I miss it all so much, what if he doesn't wake up? I can't bear with these thoughts any longer. Please wake up Keiji.

{ Third person P.O.V }

Bokuto went to visit Akaashi in those days he didn't have school or even when he got out of volleyball practice. He wanted to make sure if he had awaken at any moment, he'd be there for him. His visits continued, his soul shattering each time he would visit, seeing Akaashi unconscious would continuously remind him of that day, haunting him as his guilt washes over him.

Arriving to his room once again, he sits quietly while holding his hand gently in his, feeling his warmth against Akaashis reassured him, comforting him as he waited patiently. "I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you Keiji..If I could go back..if I could I would in a heartbeat.." Bokuto said with a sorrowful tone. Tears welled up in his eyes as he sniffled, recalling their young memories together growing up.

v
v

"Oi, Akaashi! How come you like to play the violin?"
Akaashi turned to him. "Well, for each string I pull creates a new image, I want you to see that image Bokuto-san.  After all you're the only one who enjoys my music."

He smiled as Bokuto blushed and turned away. "Well yeah you have a talent.. Your music is awesome too.. It's like lullabies. It's beautiful..." He mumbled as he looked up at the ceiling. "Do you want to go festival at night or noon Akaashi??" He turned to him.

"Let's go at night. We'll have a better view of the fireworks."
Bokuto grinned as he jumped up with excitement.
He began to shout with glee as he jumped around Akaashi. "HEY HEY HEY!! Let's practice for a little yeah?? I can ask my mom if we can wear matching shirts for the elementary school festival!" Akaashi smiled and laughed a little. "Of course." He states put down his violin, the light fading that memory from there.

{ Bokuto's P.O.V }

The last time I saw him moving and happy until that moment..

v
v

"AKAASHI!!" I sobbed. "SOMEONE CALL AN AMBULANCE PLEASE!!" I pleaded, my reality was crumbling, everything was such a blur. When they began to take him away, I couldn't bear it, I couldn't let him go. I was so afraid to lose him..
Akaashi was struggling to breathe, I could feel his chest quivering as I held him tightly, pressuring his wound to stop leaking, to stop bleeding. I felt so much at that moment that I thought I was going to lose him.

During my time at the hospital however, they had caught the gunman who was suspected in the murder of 5 people, 20 injuries, and endangering the public. I felt relief, but it was only temporary. I wanted him to suffer, not in just a normal way, but I couldn't speak to anyone about my thoughts. Akaashi would have scolded me for wishing ill on someone, but he's the reason Akaashi's hurt, I couldn't be anymore enraged.

I hope he burns in the pits of hell.