Back to the court...

"I feel like throwing up again..." Bokuto whispered under his breath. His chest moved slowly, his breathing was somewhat steady but that's given. 

"Do you need me to accompany you to the bathroom? I can do that if you want me to" Akaashi's cold hand rested neatly on Bokuto's lowerback, drawing small circles to reassure him that all was good and fine.

"No. I'm good... I'm good... It's just...", Bokuto's voice trailed off as his eyes fixated on a door. Heavy wooden door, many locks on it, you could not hear a thing going on inside. "It's been 7 hours..." He sighed again.

"Look at me" Akaashi instructed. It took Bokuto a minute to finally turn to his lover. On akaashi's face an expression of sympathy and hope, he smiled at him, releasing all the butterflies inside Bokuto's stomach. Oh, how he wanted to kiss him on the spot. "The evidence is all here. You are innocent, Bokuto. Don't worry"

"I know I am... but why is it taking so long to come to a decision? they are probably doubting me... What if they say I'm guilty? What if they sentence me to life in prison...?" Bokuto felt a squeeze on his heart, his nausea came up again threatening to spill the one sandwich he had eaten earlier.

"You can't blame them now. This case rocked the nation and now that they finally got a suspect of course it is taking a long time - but you are not guilty. They will realize that" Akaashi tried reassuring Bokuto again, though he had done it at least nine times since it all started. Bokuto just couldn't calm down.

Though, Akaashi wasn't one of the calmest ones too, he just didn't show it. Inside he was fuming, mostly with anger towards himself. After all it was his fault, his fault that Bokuto got arrested. If he had only checked that one hoodie, if only he had found that one piece of clothing then all would be fine.

The view was still in front of his eyes. Coming back home from a meeting with Roy outside, seeing the whole police force outside their home - and seeing them take frantic Bokuto away. It hurt him, his pride, his heart, his everything. The broken expression on Bokuto's face when he saw Akaashi, probably thinking that he hates him now was ingrained deep into his memory.

He couldn't forgive himself.

He failed... It was his fault for not checking the clothes. His fault for freaking out and running away from Kiyoko after her friend came in - he should have killed them both but he panicked. He was on edge. He was rushing. He made mistakes after mistakes after mistakes...

They locked Bokuto in a cell. They pointed fingers at him. They interrogated him until tears were streaming down his face and he could barely string a sentence together. He never wanted to see Bokuto like that again. 

And the words he spoke when Akaashi came to see him in the holding cell. He apologized profusely as if it was his fault, he held his hand and cried, choking on his own words, begging Akaashi to believe his innocence, telling him how much he loves him without letting Akaashi interrupt him midway and say that he knows he is innocent.

Since that day, he told himself he won't do it again like that. He won't ever do a break-in again, he won't ever taunt the victim again. He won't do it again... not like that. He put his knife far into his drawer, hiding it from his own sight. He washed and washed his hand until he could no longer feel the blood on them. 

The house felt empty without Bokuto, the bed was cold and Akaashi ended up making too much food every single time he cooked just because he was used to it. Without Bokuto, everything seemed pointless and Akaashi had plenty of time to look back at his own actions.

What even started all of that? Oh yeah, that one night in a club. If only he could go back in time and convince Bokuto to leave, if only he had not gone to the bathroom and gotten cornered. If only things were different then none of this would have happened. And he wouldn't have had to listen to Bokuto's rants about how much he is sorry even if it wasn't his fault.

"Akaashi... I want to say something just in case..." Bokuto whispered, making Akaashi turn to him.

"In case of what?" akaashi wondered.

"In case I get pronounced guilty..." Bokuto's head hung low and he turned to Akaashi, tears once again swelling up in his eyes. "I... I want to marry you. I really do. I was going to propose this weekend, so in case I can't... would you marry me?" he had a tear rolling down his cheek as he finished the sentence, voice barely audible in the courtroom.

Akaashi raised his hand, wiping the tear away. "Of course. I will marry you, Bokuto" he smiled at him. He watched as the other closed his eyes in relief. In that moment, Akaashi caught a glimpse at Oikawa, still whispering lies to his client's ear. What an asshole.

Suddenly, the courtroom got louder. The judge made his way to his spot as people poured out of the closed door that Bokuto inspected earlier. They passed a note to the judge, whispering something as they did. Bokuto felt his heartbeat increase again.

Everyone in the courtroom stood up as the judge announced that the verdict will now be delivered. Akaashi felt his breathing hitch as he watched the old man slowly unfold the note, at this point he wanted to snatch it and look at it himself.

"In the case of assault against miss Kiyoko, the jury finds Bokuto Koutarou... Not guilty" he said, taking a deep breath. 

"In the case of murder of Ennoshita Chikara, the jury finds Bokuto Koutarou... Not guilty. All further charges will be dropped", he finished.

Bokuto couldn't even hear the last part as all of the emotions he had been holding in exploded, he pulled Akaashi into a death worthy hug, squeezing the actual air out of him. They rejoiced while Oikawa bit his lip in bitter defeat.

The rest of the procedure went by in a flash, Bokuto found himself bowing in front of the jury, thanking them for their decision. The jury seemed to be pretty convinced he wasn't the killer, in their eyes - he was just too much of a softie (which he actually was).

And when they finally came back home together and had a kiss the both of them had been waiting for, finally, all seemed well. 

And Akaashi swore to himself to never do it again. 

Never again.

This had to stop.

Write him in history as an unknown killer.

And that's where X's tale ends.

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Or does it?

Promises can be broken.

And as Akaashi found himself standing in front of the door undetermined amount of time later, he thought to himself "what are you doing right now?". The door swung open, a face twisted with confusion stared at him.

"Evening... hadn't seen you since the ruling" Akaashi spoke. The other spoke words Akaashi had little to no care about. He reached his gloved hand into his pocket...

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Casefile: #???
Name: Oikawa Tooru
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Occupation: Lawyer
Criminal background: -
Cause of death: Stabbed 29 times

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The terror never ends.

So write him in history.

As a killer who doesn't stop taking lives until he's dead meat.

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