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In Another Life (BokuAka)

*Is currently cry over In Another Life*

Life never got better for Akaashi after Bokuto died. It got easier to go on, but life was still a pain for him.

Kuroo and Kenma came around frequently to check up on Akaashi, but everytime it was the same thing; he just wanted Bokuto back and healthy. He kept his word and didn't go to Bokuto's funeral. He didn't want his last memory of Bokuto to be of him being lowered into his final resting place. Akaashi went on everyday, dragging himself around, working, barely eating, and sleeping. Only to do that again the next day, and everyday after that.

He never did get married or start a family. He couldn't replace the love he had for Bokuto. If he had fallen all over again, it would've felt like Bokuto was completely gone. Akaashi couldn't bare that feeling. His parents tried to force him to marry and told him that he needed to let his hospital friend go, but he found a way out of it every time until his parents eventually gave up on him moving on.

Every week, without fail, Akaashi visited Bokuto's grave to watch Cloud Atlas; it was the closest he'd ever get to having him back.

He, also, would call Bokuto's cell phone every year on his death date just so he could hear his voice once more through his old voicemail.

As time went on, Akaashi grew older and lonelier, and at the age of 87 he found himself ill with a rare sickness. Huh, just Bokuto. 

He fought day after day without reason. Akaashi didn't know why he kept trying to fight his sickness. This was what he had wanted since Bokuto's death, a reason not to continue. A chance to see Bokuto again. But still, everyday, he took his medicine and hoped to wake up the next day.And he always woke up.

Until he didn't.

After almost a year of battle, his sickness finally won against Akaashi.

Soon, Akaashi opened his eyes to see that he was back at 17 years old, wearing a jersey that he assumed to be a volleyball one. It was black, grey, and a goldish yellow. It had the number five on the front and back, and on the back over the number had the name Fukurodani. Akaashi had heard of that school, it was a few cities away from where he had grown up.

He was confused and alone. Akaashi was in the dark. Well, not complete dark. It was dimly lit wherever he was. There was nothing and no one in sight. No animal, plants, building, or people.

All of a sudden, though, Akaashi starts to hear his name being called. 

"Akaashi? Akaashi! AGAAASHII!!!!"  He thought he'd recognized that voice until it finally hit him.

It was Bokuto's voice. He looked to be about 18 years old, Akaashi judged because of their age difference. He also looked like the Bokuto that Kuroo had described to him at the hospital. He looked... healthy.

"Akaashi!"

"Bokuto-san!" Akaashi ran up to him and hugged him, not believing his eyes.

"You finally made it. It took you long enough." Just then, Akaashi realized that Bokuto was wearing a similar jersey to his. It had the same coloring and patterns. He assumed it had the same school name on the back. The only difference was that Bokuto had the number four on his jersey.

"I found you again." 

At this point, both of the boys had tears streaming down their faces. Akaashi nodded to Bokuto and said, "You found me."

"C'mon, lets go see our new lives." Bokuto said, grabbing Akaashi's hand while leading him into a light.

"Lets."

And on Bokuto and Akaashi went into the world. They were finally together again,

...In Another Life...