Thorns Hurt Worse-BokuAka Hanahaki Fanfiction

Why Is Love Pain?

Just reminding you. NO PICTURES ARE MINE. All credit goes to artist or photographer. 

Akaashi's brother was one of the nicest people you could meet. Even as a child he was polite. He was that one kid who always make you smile and laugh. He could make anything funny. But nothing that perfect can last, and it was only a matter of time before Haruto (I just looked up Japanese boy names- I don't think he even has a brother, but I needed something) was cursed. Well, they all thought he was a first. They thought of things that might make God or Satan angry enough to curse him, but no luck. They eventually went to the doctors office and got the diagnosis almost immediately. Akaashi remembered Haruto bent over the toilet bowl, tears streaming down his face, blood running down chin. Petals floating down to the water. Why was love such pain? Why did God steal anyone he could? What did Haruto do wrong? Nothing. But Akaashi? Maybe God was punishing Akaashi. What did Akaashi do? He could think of a million things.  

Haruto had refused the surgery. "If I'm going to die, I want to love. I'm not going to die not loving the most important person in the world." That had made Akaashi jealous. Then ashamed for his jealousy. Haruto was dying. And all Akaashi could feel was jealousy? This was why God had killed Haruto, Akaashi was sure of it. And Akaashi punished himself every day since. He would not love. Could not love. Never will love again. He promised himself that. But love is not controlled like your body is. You can't simply wish it to stop. And Akaashi supposed that God was punishing him again for everything he had done. His jealousy. His love. His broken promises. God knew Akaashi was in love. He knew Bokuto could never love Akaashi back. And he knew that Haruto would never be able to forgive him.

------- tImE sKIp brOUghT bY hOoT HOoT------

Bokuto: HEY AIFSASHI

Bokuto: *Akaashji

Bokuto: *AKAASHI

Akaashi: Bokuto-san

Bokuto: HEYYYY

Bokuto: I was wonderinggg

Bokuto: Why don't we hang out outside of school???

Akaashi: The same reason I drink decaf coffee

Bokuto: Oh! I

Bokuto: I get itt

Akaashi was surprised. He actually got what he did there?

Bokuto: You like school better than outside of school.

Akaashi: I just meant I'd feel weird.

 

I just meant that I have feelings for you

Bokuto: Oh... 

Bokuto: BUT WE CAN DO IT, RIGHT??

Akaashi: Of course, Bokuto-san

I wish we were doing it.

Bokuto: YAYYYY I LOVE YOU AGASHIIII

Akaashi stared at the text. Then he felt it. The jabbing pain, like a monster was trying to claw through his lungs. And in a sense, one was. But why did the thorns hurt worse than his love? Why did he feel like he was dying. Why did God hate him so? Why is love pain? Then Akaashi bent over the trashcan and choking sounds escaped his lips. He couldn't breath for a while. He thought he was going to die. But instead he got worse. He coughed up a few black petals and blacked out.

Akaashi was in an empty room. The walls, ceiling, and floor were white. "Hello?" Akaashi called out. But all he heard was an echo. "HELLO?" But again all he got was his voice bouncing off walls. "IS ANYONE HERE?"

"K-Keiji?" Akaashi turned wide-eyed. That voice sounded familiar. But he couldn't place it. Then he saw him. 

"Haruto?"  Akaashi's brother nodded slowly.

"Why are you here, Keiji?" Akaashi blinked,

"I don't know..."

"Do you have it, too?" Akaashi knew he meant the disease. Hanahaki, he forced himself to think the name.

"Yes..." Akaashi wanted to cry, but couldn't. He wanted to do so many things, but was unable to.

"Listen to me, Keiji. YOU MUST CONFESS. Please. Do it for me. If I had confessed. Then I might still be alive, Keiji. Confess to them. Please confess." And before Akaashi could respond, light swallowed Haruto, leaving Akaashi alone, again.

Okay. This wasn't that good. It's not edited. It's not revised. Help me.... T^T.. Vote.. comment, and all that jazz.