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Akaashi

The irritating hospital lighting burning his eyes through his eyelids, and he groaned. "God, turn them the fuck off, I'm trying to sleep goddammit." Akaashi hissed, throwing the arm without the IV over his eyes as he tried to roll over. His head ached, but it wasn't unbearable, the lights were. A soft chuckle beside him made him peak out his eye with a small smirk on his lips. "I hate these places. Remind me why exactly am I still here? I feel like we went out and like took ecstasy—and I can't remember shit after breakfast yesterday. Even you kind of choking on the powdered eggs is fuzzy." He giggled.

Kuroo rolled his eyes dramatically. "It hurts me that you are so flippant about me nearly dying yesterday morning." He clutched his shirt over his heard, slumping back into his chair.

"Tetsu, you should've been an actress." Akaashi said fondly, a small smile gracing his lips.

"Actress?! Keiji! I am—" Kuroo began to tease again, but cut his joking off abruptly. Akaashi tilted his head, his expression a clear question mark. Kuroo was hiding something, but not for long. Kuroo sighed, before he decided to break it to him. "You didn't get released yesterday because you had some sort of major panic attack or something. I don't think you recognized me."

Akaashi couldn't mask his alarm even though he tried. "Did I hurt someone? Did I hurt you?"

"No, not really. I was just more worried about you hurting yourself. It wasn't pretty." Kuroo hid his face. "It's my fault, though, I snuck up on you." He glanced up, an apologetic smile over his face.

Akaashi melted like butter underneath his eyes, his shoulders slumping as he pouted. "Don't you make that face at me, Kuroo Tetsuro."

Kuroo's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward, a big goofy grin splitting his face. "Oya? What're you gonna do about it? Spank me?"

Akaashi groaned and rolled his eyes, flattening his hand against Kuroo's face as he pushed him back into his seat. "Easy there, tiger." The corner of his lips twitched slightly, but he couldn't help the anxiety that bubbled in him, making his stomach queasy and his head hurt.

Both of their eyes shot to the door when someone knocked gently. "Come in," Keiji called, craning his neck to see who it was. Everyone was back home, so he assumed it was Suga. When he rounded the corner he beamed. "Senpai! Am I being—" Keiji then saw the brunette woman and the black haired young man behind her. He blinked in surprise, and his eyes darted over to Kuroo almost accusingly. Kuroo shrugged, and averted his eyes. The little shit. "Suga-Senpai, you didn't tell me I'd have guests." He strained, politely bowing lightly to the other two. His voice was even and cool.

"Konichiwa, Akaashi-san, my name is Misaki Hana from the special victims unit of Miyagi, and behind me is Mori Masanori." The brunnette woman bowed deeply, her short chestnut hair falling forward. Detective Mori stood a moment before noticing how she bowed. His eyes widened and he dropped into a bow quicker than shit.

Keiji chuckled lightly at the obvious inexperience of the boy, and the irony of his name. "Nice to meet you, Detective Misaki and Detective Mori." His expression quickly deteriorated into a blank one, and Kuroo muttered under his breath. Suga, who looked like he was playing an intense game of Sudoku, finally brightened and snapped his fingers.

"You know what, did you go to Johzenji?" Suga asked, a friendly smile lighting up his face. Akaashi visibly stiffened, and his blood ran cold. "You look like the manager from their volleyball team back in the day."

Misaki nodded, replying, "I did actually. You played for Karasuno, yeah?" Her eyes wandered over to Akaashi, who had already retained a blank demeanor, and Kuroo. "And both of you played as well. Fukurodani right? And Nekoma?"

Akaashi nodded slowly, and Kuroo just smiled in response. A bit rude, but Akaashi was on edge and Kuroo could practically smell it. Kuroo concluded it may have been because he had dated, and dumped, Terushima before they got together.

Misaki cocked her head to the side but her smile didn't budge, her intuition catching onto their sudden unease as well. Suga had no problem sensing the tension, so he clasped his hands together. "Well, let us get this over with." He floated across the room airily, and patted Akaashi's shoulder gently, and his touch eased Akaashi's nerves. Kuroo stood and sat on the edge of the bed, curling up into Keiji's side like an oversized cat. Keiji felt eternally grateful, because he didn't know exactly how this was about to go.

"We'd like to ask you a few questions, and they may be incredibly hard to answer, but we want to help you. You can answer some on your own time, or never at all, but we want to find whoever did these horrible things to you." She nodded to the Detective Mori, who pulled out a notebook and pen. "Now would you like these two to stay and listen?"

Akaashi's heart nearly shattered. He didn't want to relive those horrible days, he wanted nothing to do with them anymore. He just wanted to chain them up inside a chest, break off the key, and burry them deep in his subconscious so that they never resurface. He eyed Kuroo contemplatively, but sighed and ran his finger's through Kuroo's perpetual bed head. "Tetsuro is going to stay right here with me." Akaashi took a deep breath in, and released it. He shuddered a bit. "He's going to have to hear it sooner or later."

"Okay. Then shall we begin?" She asked, and Akaashi nodded vaguely. "What happened on the night of October 15th, around 8:30pm?"

Akaashi took a deep breath in. "Well, it started before that. I had some sort of stalker, and I was chased down an alleyway not long before I was...taken." He said, and Kuroo nodded into his side, as if to confirm it. "I got a note from who I thought was Kuroo telling me to meet him at the park for a picnic. I didn't really think to hard about it because, who would think that would happen?" He scoffed. "I got to the park, and I remember nothing really other than vaguely being in a car of some sort a bit after, and then I was knocked out again."

Misaki nodded, before glancing at Mori to make sure he kept up with what they were talking about. "Kuroo-san, did you write to him?"

"No, I never wrote a letter to him." Kuroo sounded pained, and his fingers curled into the blanket above Akaashi's leg.

Misaki glanced back to Akaashi. "What did they do with you after you were taken? Where did they take you?"

Akaashi's unwavering stare finally faltered, and his eyes went to his hands. He opened them and turned them palm up, doubting his current place in time. Talking about it made it real again. He felt as if now that he mentioned it, he would be awakened, and sucked back into that hellish basement. His hands trembled, and Kuroo slid his hand into one, intertwining their fingers. He laughed mirthlessly, glancing back up. He was pondering her trustworthiness, before looking down at Kuroo for strength. He brushed his fingers through his hair slowly, but his eyes drifted again. "He took me to—"

"He?" Mori interrupted bluntly, and both Suga and Misaki shot daggers with their eyes. Akaashi patted his guard puppies gently, before nodding and continuing.

"Yes, it was a singular man. He took me to what I believe is his home, where he kept me in the basement. It was like an apartment, with a kitchen and bathroom and sitting area. There was a wall with pictures of me. In the drawers were a bunch of hyper sexualized clothing, but a lot of it reminded me of my own style, although I stuck to the most unappealing things I could find." He explained. "The man was delusional, and wore a mask. It was a golden kitsune mask and he asked me to call him, 'Tiger-sama.' He, uh, he thought we were in love I think and insisted that I drew up a manga about us as a prince and princess." Akaashi snorted. "I told him he was full of shit a few times. He really didn't like that."

"Could you tell me where exactly this all was located?" Misaki pressed.

Akaashi shook his head. "When I ran I was pretty sure I would die. He lived within a few kilometers of wherever I got hit by the car. Maybe four?"

Mori nodded and continued to scribble. "What are some things that he did to you?" The detective asked again, and Mori glanced up at Misaki in surprise. Akaashi raised his head and brows in surprise and the hand that Suga had on his shoulder clenched.

"It's pretty obvious." Akaashi answered, his voice steely. He couldn't break down over it. He already had been stupid and pathetic enough to let it happen. He couldn't hurt Kuroo anymore by talking in detail.

"Are you willing to speak about it in depth?" Misaki softened a bit.

Kuroo's eyes were trained on Akaashi, solid and unwavering. Akaashi's coward down, before he heard Kuroo's sweet words. "Akaashi, I love you. It wasn't your fault. Neither of us wanted any of this. It's okay."

Akaashi's eyes burned and his throat clogged up. Of course Kuroo could read him so well. He lifted his eyes to meet Kuroo's and nodded meekly, his hair bouncing a bit. "O-Okay. From the start he was very vicious. If he was in a bad mood, he'd beat me a little, and then leave me alone, or sometimes I'd provoke him because he pissed me off first and I couldn't help but say something back. I couldn't sit there and take it. Although, I was very careful about what I let him talk about and how I dressed because I knew he could easily overpower me." His voice crumbled slowly, getting quieter and quieter. His eyes met Kuroo's, and they held. "The first time he—" Akaashi pressed his lips together, bowing his head in shame, squeezing his eyes shut, allowing tears to finally fall. He felt the tips of Kuroo's fingers brush away the tears as he cried, his body shaking violently. He felt Kuroo sit up a bit, before he felt Kuroo's arms around him. He leaned forward helplessly, sobbing hysterically into his shoulder. He could feel Suga patting his head and heard soft words whispered to him. Soon, Keiji pulled himself together, embarrassment over his weakness burning his cheeks.

Kuroo kissed his forehead gently, and Akaashi flinched a bit involuntarily at the feeling. "You're safe now," Kuroo reminded quietly, his hand sliding down from his cheek to his shoulder as the other stroked his head.

Akaashi could only nod, before taking a deep, shuddering breath. He hiccupped, and sighed. He felt like he was telling Kuroo now, only Kuroo, as his golden eyes held him in their warmth. Keiji melded into the comfort, and finally began to speak. "The first time he raped me, he had turned the heater up a massive amount, and I wore shorts and a shirt instead of a hoodie and sweatpants. He complained about the temperature outside being to cold. I guess this made him turned on, and he told me he was hungry, too, after I tried to go to the kitchen. I read the situation a bit wrong," He couldn't help but giggle at how fucked up it was. "I thought he was going to fucking literally eat me, Kuroo. Like cut me up and eat me or something like Jeffery Dahmer. I almost wish he had. Might've been quicker and less painful than that whole ordeal. He blindfolded me then, and, um–..." He paused, reigning a bit more strength in as he wiped his nose with his sleeve. "I was fighting him when he hit me again, and told me that if I kept fighting him I'd regret it. I begged him to stop but he wouldn't."

     "Is this the only time the man, Tiger-sama, raped you?"

     "No, he raped me about 4 more times I'd say."

     Misaki nodded, a grim expression on her features. "Thank you, Akaashi-san. I really appreciate your cooperation. We'll be excusing ourselves now."

     Misaki stepped back a few steps, and bowed deeply to show her condolence, but Mori stood dumbly in shock until Misaki pressed him down to join her in a bow. Akaashi couldn't even bring himself to giggle, and Kuroo stared at the sheets absentmindedly.

     Suga frowned a bit, before grinning with his hands on his hips. He slapped Kuroo's back hard a couple times, his strength alarming. "Well, now that that's over you can go home, yeah?!" He beamed.

     Akaashi smiled a bit, thankful for Suga's good attitude.