Akaashi

Akaashi knew how fast his feet could carry him, but the closer his pursuer got, the more he realized he just wasn't quick enough. He checked off his shoulder, panting through his mouth with his arms pumping. Suddenly, the scenery had changed. The walls turned into blown out piles of rubble and scorched cement. Blood splattered on the ground and debris. His eyes widened, the man behind him changed as well. Now it was a shadow beast, gaining on him inch by inch. He screamed, tripping slightly, but recovered. He could hear the claws scraping against the cement, the huff and growls coming from the jaws of the monster behind him.

He tried to run faster, but everything around him seemed to slow down by the second, his limbs increased in weight, causing him to slow down drastically. He glanced back when he heard a final spectacular screech against the ground, and the air whooshing as the figure soared at him. He squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his arms up to defend himself from the pearly, jagged blades of the creature's jaws.

However, there was an obnoxious crash, and a screaming voice.
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He jolted up straight, his hand clutching the cloth over his racing heart as he gasped for air. The sheets pooled around him and hung half off the bed, as if he was running in his seat. His hair settled back in place, a messy wave of hair falling over his eye.

He took a few deep breathes, calming himself, before pushing his hair out of his eyes. It refused to stay and flounced back into place. He blew out a deep sigh, wondering exactly who was calling out in his dream and what the sound was. He crawled off Yama's bed, his feet sliding a bit on the wooden floor because of his pink fuzzy socks. As he opened the door, a similar crash, and the same voice cried out. However the words were still completely incoherent gibberish, but they could only ever come from one soul.

"Tadashi! Did you set the kitchen on fire again?" He called scratching the back of his head and yawning. He couldn't smell smoke, so he wondered what mess Yama had caused. He couldn't believe though, the damn catastrophe Yamaguchi had created. Pots, pans, bowls, cups, spoons, and various other kitchen items lay on the floors and counter tops, as Yamaguchi scrambled to make it to the refrigerator. "Okay, what kind of fucking klutz magic do you even poses?" He threw his arms out in total disbelief. "There's just no fucking way."

He shuffled around the piles of dishes, stepping carefully. "Honestly, Shi, you should really not touch anything in the kitchen except the tea, pot, and nonperishables that do not require anything but you opening a bag..." Akaashi growled, just as he stepped on a bag of Doritos, busting it open. They both froze, and he looked down on his feet. He raised his eyes, shooting daggers with his stare and shaking his head.

"Heh... I was just trying to make cereal." Yamaguchi giggled rubbing the back of his head sheepishly.

"Seriously?"

He frantically nodded, before wading through their belongings. "Yep, but I need to go now, I'm already late."

"You're always late, the professor won't even lock the doors anymore because of you." Akaashi said, opening the fridge and pulling out orange juice. He picked up a cup from the ground, and eyed it. After deciding it was safe, he poured his drink in. "There's literally nothing in any of the cupboards like I want to know your secrets. Your silly ass is cleaning this up after your classes end today." Akaashi muttered.

Yamaguchi smiled. "Alright, Keiji, I'll see you later. Text me if you want me to pick up something, or whatever!" He called, throwing his bag over his shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, I will but-..." Akaashi stopped as he kicked something on the ground. He looked down, squinting. "Is that a fucking-... Yamaguchi fucking Tadashi, why the fuck is there a foot long black dildo in my kitchen?" Akaashi fumed.

"I'll explain later!" Then, the door slammed.

He grumbled under his breath about Yam's cleanliness, and then questioned the sanitation of the food Tsukishima and Yamaguchi have made in the past before he got home. He also wanted to know where exactly it was hidden. Or maybe he didn't?

He turned to his coffee maker, grabbing his favorite mug from beside it. He put in the white chocolate mocha expresso blend, and placed his mug beneath his dispenser. He smiled lovingly at his extensive present from Kuroo. He bought him the most expensive coffee maker on the market, and a cup, too. Before, Akaashi used random cups, but now he uses only the one. It was round and wide, more like a small bowl with a handle, and a charcoal black. On it in metallic gold paint, was a tree with delicate leaves and branches. He loved it.

Once his coffee was ready, he maneuvered his way towards his bedroom to get his book. He had finished The Butterfly Garden, by Dot Hutchinson, and he currently agonized over whether he should read Lord of the Flies or Cloud Atlas. He took a slow, long sip of the scalding expresso, and smiled. He could finally relax a little bit.

When he entered his room, a breeze lifted his papers, causing them to whirl around the room like weightless leaves. He cursed Yams, who always opened all the windows. He placed his cup on his desk in front of the window, careful not to spill a single drop, and and ran back to the papers, and he gathered them, stacking them and pressing them to the ground as he reached. After retrieving all his sketches and concept maps, he placed them on his desk under his elephant bowl so they'd stay.

He walked to his bed side table, staring at the titles before him. They would both undoubtedly inspire him in many ways, but which would he enjoy more? He bit his lip lightly. He could use something vaguely light hearted, so he chose Cloud Atlas, which he hoped to be a bit less gory than what he had heard about The Lord of the Flies.

He tucked the hardcover under his arm and went back to retrieve his coffee and shut the window.

However, a slight creak caught his attention, as well as an eerie scuffling sound. It came from beneath his bed. He slowed his walk, unsure of what exactly it could be. Maybe some animal got in because of stupid Yamaguchi and his love of fresh air or the song birds, or whatever random explanation he fancied at the moment.

At that moment, he realized he would have to get it out. Him, by himself. He really wished Kuroo wasn't on tour. He wished to relax. He wished to relax in Kuroo's lap with his coffee. He groaned quietly, halting his movements, shifting so he was facing the bed. He began to bend down, placing his hand on the footboard of the bed.

He never would've guessed a hand would've shot out, gripping his ankle and yanking it forward. He toppled back with a small surprised yelp, but it was cut short as the back of his head crashed into his dresser.

Everything was black.