For background information, early August I found my main account, this blog, audriel89, was somehow terminated. I had no warning, no word, nada, zilch. As per the suggestions I found, I immediately reported it to tumblr support, but there was no response... until today.
and here I am!
My god... I have truly given up. I tried to recreate the blogs as best as i can because with the loss of my main blog, I also lost the access to my side-blogs. However, this is an excellent reminder how important having back ups is, especially with what's going on with Internet Archives. I will still keep my newly made blogs, particularly to archive my original posts. For now I have @hq-analysis blog dedicated specifically for my Haikyuu!! analysis posts. And hopefully by then I'll also pick up the rest of Haikyuu!! chapters I haven't analysed.
hey, it's @lukeytheartist again! just figured i'd update what i know. ok, so at this point im 98% sure i was the Archangel Lucifer. i cared for a drove of fledglings that were in the portion of Heaven under my control, and i loved (and still love) a kind, kinda-tall, brown haired flegdie name Anathiel. they are still up in Heaven, and im so damn grateful for that. i remember my Fall and the events leading up to it, including Michael just staring at me blankly when he pushed me off the edge (1/2)
i also had a Mate who was a healer for Heaven during the War and was cast out for healing those who were with me. We were very close beforehand as well, and i have since met up with him (@healingichor). i also apparently had correspondence with an angel name Audriel (@heaven-is-a-mess), but i, unfortunately, dont remember much of it. I am also in contact with him and should remember soon. if you need or remember me, contact @feelingfallen-missinghome
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Wow! That sounds like a lot, I’m glad you’re figuring all this out tho!! It’s always really cool getting to meet angels you knew again!
The continuity to previous KHR AU fic. Warning: blood, medical inaccuracies, Yaku’s potty mouth, Kuroo's self-sacrificing ass.
“Kuroo!” Kuroo barely manages to keep himself from groaning in pain when he feels hand pressed against his bleeding chest. He knows his injury is bad and it will be worse if Yaku attempts to heal him. Fortunately his reflexes are still sharp as he manages to seize his Sun guardian’s wrist and stop him from using his flames.
“Don’t.” He can taste blood on his tongue as he rumbles the command. Unsurprisingly he receives the full brunt of Yaku’s fearsome glare at the action.
“What the fuck are you stopping me for?”
“It’s Cloud fragmented bullet.” That stops Yaku cold, his eyes wide with shock and realization. Fragmented bullet is dangerous enough that they shatter upon impact, and most often inside the victim. Cloud-imbued fragmented bullets though, they don’t just shatter, they multiply, thanks of the flame’s unique propagation properties.
And damned they multiply. Kuroo can testify to that, he’s been feeling the pain since he was hit. At first he could easily ignore it as a prickling sensation in his chest, but eventually it grew into a constant stabbing pain that he finally understood as the fragments further multiplying and embedding themselves in his flesh. Sun flames with their activation properties would only accelerate the process and kill him.
“Shit.” Yaku moves his hand from his bleeding wound as though he fears accidentally using his flame. “Kai!” Kai takes Yaku’s place, his face unusually grave as he gently places his hand on his chest and closes his eyes to concentrate better especially with Yaku yelling at Fukunaga to floor it and his quiet and careful guardian, actually flooring it.
Kuroo can feel the cool flames finding the fragments one by one, nullifying the Cloud flames. It is a delicate and dangerous process, when the Rain flames’ properties are also capable of stopping living cells, but control of their flames is what Nekoma prides themselves in. It is what Nekoma excels in.
“Kuro.” Kuroo doesn’t realize he has closed his eyes until he blinks his eyes open. Kai still has his eyes closed with a furrow on his brow as he pushes his flames further inside his chest. Yaku has pushed his sleeve up and placed on his arm some sort of device he found in the opened first aid kit. Neither is speaking, focused on whatever they are doing. It is not their voice he is hearing.
“’m here.” His voice has grown weaker, but he is sure that the sensitive piece of tech he is wearing is able to catch it and reassure his best friend and right-hand man as he can hear the underlying worry and fear he catches from that one word.
“Do you know this is going to happen?” Always asking the right questions, Kuroo thinks fondly. He catches how everyone in the car seems to freeze at the question, which means that their exchange is overheard by the others. He doesn’t like to worry his family, but he knows that the last thing they need is to be kept in the dark.
“All I know is-” breathing is getting a bit difficult now, “-that the mafia will fall into chaos... if anything happens to Sawamura.” Karasuno is a tight-knit family, and Daichi is more than just their boss. He is the only reason why Karasuno manages to rein themselves in. Without him, Karasuno will not hesitate to exact revenge to every single person and family involved.
Suga might look like an angel, but he has a vindictive streak, and Azumane doesn’t take any slight towards his family lying down. They have Ukai Jr. but he doubts the advisor will stop them, having no love for the mafia. The mafia needs change, Kuroo doesn’t disagree, but forcing change without proper planning will end in disaster. The Karasuno Daichi aspires to be will be gone. The mafia will change, but not necessary for the better.
“And nothing will happen if it’s you?“ The low, venomous growl that comes through the earpiece shocks them. Kenma can raise his voice in the rare times he is annoyed, but he is very rarely, if ever, truly angry.
“...Because I ask you to.“ Even without looking Kuroo knows how his family reacts to his words. He never demands their obedience. He requires little from his family but for few rules they are not allowed to break and has to withhold. He asks less for himself, always for the family. They can refuse his orders for good reason, and they have, but they never turn down his request, when he allows himself to be selfish.
“Tetsurou.” He can count the times Kenma calls him by name, but this is the first he has heard it is spoken with so much emotion. It is as though he is close to tears. The realization hurts much more than the bullet does. He doesn’t intend to die, but he is aware of the possibility. He is prepared for it, and he wants the same for his family.
He breathes in and out, in and out, reaching for the flames within him, its warmth clearing the haze from his mind and muting the pain in his chest.
“We... are blood. We must flow without stopping.”
His vision slowly gets dimmer, and then... darkness.
***
Yaku doesn’t immediately realize that Kuroo has closed his eyes, so lost in the comforting and reassuring warmth of his words until the device shrieked in alarm. He should have felt fear and panicked at the dropping blood pressure, but all he can feel is calm. In the back of his mind, he recognizes this as the effect of Sky flames.
"He’s going into shock. Status.” Yaku commands into the earpiece, knowing everyone is listening in. He quickly snatches the oxygen can from the kit and put its mouthpiece over Kuroo’s face.
“We’re coming in fast.” Yamamoto gives the first good news he hears all day. He can see the gates opening ahead, giving them entrance to their safe house.
“I’ve nullified the last of them.” Kai straightens up, brow decorated with sweat.
“Infirmary fully stocked and ready for surgery. Inuoka and Lev are meeting you in front with the stretcher.” Shibayama reports in his earpiece. Fukunaga manages a smooth stop. The doors to the backseat opens up to the sight of the tall youngest members with a stretcher between them. In a perfect coordination, they manage to transfer Kuroo smoothly from the car and wheel the stretcher towards the infirmary. All the doors are open to make a clear path, most likely due to Kenma. Under the lights, Kuroo looks much worse with his sickly pallor. Yaku grits his teeth, he is not going to lose his friend, not under his watch.
“Stay outside!“ He barks at the others, stopping them dead in their tracks. Yamamoto has mutinous look on his face, but he stops Lev before he can start his tirade.
“Save him.” Yaku hears the plea loud and clear, bolstering his determination.
“I will.“ In record time, he already cleans up and changes into surgical scrubs. The body scan is completed when he enters the sterile room. Yaku can’t hold back the curses when he sees the extent of the damage, not only the bullet shards managed to scatter and multiply, they also manage to burrow into important organs and veins. Kuroo must have been in extreme pain and blood loss, but he managed to remain calm and conscious throughout.
Always this kind my ass. That joke has stopped being funny the moment Yaku knew the Nekoma leader better. It has stopped being funny the moment he realized that Kuroo doesn’t believe that he is capable of being kind. You are, you fool.
Once they have opened the chest cavity, Yaku goes to stop the bleeding and repair the damage with his Sun flames while Shibayama takes out the pieces of metal with his Rain flames. In most cases, bullet fragments like these are left in the body so long it’s not endangering the person’s life because they cannot afford removing every single of them, but in this case, there’s no choice when they are Cloud-imbued. It only takes Sun flames to activate the propagation properties and cause damage once again. They cannot take the risk, not when it’s their boss’ life at stake.
Meticulously they remove the fragments from the vital organs and veins, and quickly heal the damaged parts. Slowly but surely the bleeding is stopped and the blood drained out. Mentor and disciple work flawlessly together with little to no communication between them, completing a task that would have taken ordinary surgeons longer, time that they cannot afford to lose. Regardless, a piercing wail breaks their focus.
Yaku doesn’t need to look at the monitor to see that Kuroo’s heart has stopped beating, and so does his heart. Shibayama, bless that boy, does not stop and stare.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!“ Yaku doesn’t bother to censor himself, taking the defibrillator Shibayama hands him. Once in place, Yaku gives the heart its first shock.
“No heartbeat,“ Shibayama reports, keeping his eye on the monitor. Yaku gives it another moment before giving second shock the unmoving organ.
“No heartbeat.“ The young Rain guardian’s voice remain calm, but there’s a forced quality to it. Yaku counts down the second until he gives the third shock, raising his gaze and expecting to be rewarded with a beat and a wave on the heart monitor.
“Still nothing.“ Shibayama turns to look at the Sun guardian, his eyes wide in fear. Making a split-second decision, Yaku shoves the defibrillator at Shibayama and goes to pump the heart with his hand.
“Come on... Come on...“ Yaku forces himself to remain calm, but the muscles in his hand is terrifyingly still. He recalls everything he knows about human body and Sun flames. Lightning flames might be helpful in this case, but Lev hasn’t achieved the level of control needed for such delicate process. Yaku goes over every flame and its properties only to realize his flame has the best chance. He positions his fingers on the heart nodes respectively, and focuses his flames on the tip of his finger, trying to activate the heart’s natural pacemaker. It’s incredibly difficult to do so while pumping the heart, but Yaku has the best control and concentration of his flames after Kuroo who is capable of using both of his flames at the same time effectively and efficiently, a feat that is unheard of.
“Come on, dammit. Don’t die on me you bastard.“ Yaku could feel tears gathering in his eyes. He is aware of the muffled sobs from across him. He has to quash the instinct to comfort the younger man. He is Kuroo’s only chance. The moment he stops, all hope is lost. Seconds, minutes pass without no sign of heartbeat, the sound of the flat-lining heart taunting them.
“Come on, Kuroo!“ Out of desperation, Yaku sends a sharp, concentrated burst of Sun flames into the nodes.
Then he feels it, a minute movement under his hand, followed by a faint chime from the monitor, before the heart beats. Once, weakly. Twice, stronger.
By the third, the heart has beat strongly against his hand that when he slowly releases his grip, it no longer needs his help. The sound of Kuroo’s heartbeat is like music to his ears. When Yaku finally looks up and sees Shibayama teary face, he realizes that he is crying too. They allow themselves a bit respite after the close call, letting the tears run their course and dry out. After they regain their calm, they give each other a nod and finish the surgery.
Yaku make another scan to make sure they have all damage repaired and all fragments taken out before closing up the breastbone, then the chest. Sun flames ensure no wires and stitches are needed, leaving smooth skin in its wake. He dips his head to Shibayama, smiling tiredly.
“Go tell the others.”
“Yes, Yaku-san!“ Shibayama reverts to his polite self, even going as far as bowing to him before scampering in his haste to share the good news. Yaku’s smile fades as he looks down at the figure on the operating table. Kuroo’s not out of the woods yet. He lost a great deal of blood and his heart stopped beating for far too long. His eyes traced the skin where he previously cut his chest open.
There’s nothing left to show how close to death his friend is. No, Kuroo has died, he did die. Yaku felt it down in his bones when his friend-brother-leader’s heart stop. He felt the painful loss, the gaping hollowness in his chest that would have sent him on his knees if he wasn’t being obstinate and refused to give up.
It is the trait of his that often exasperates Kuroo, but also the reason why he is the one entrusted to watch over the family, to look after the stubborn people who know not to ask for help in Kuroo’s stead. Only now he realizes the foolish man didn’t include himself in the request.
“For someone so smart, you’re really stupid.“ Yaku lays his hand on top of Kuroo’s heart, finding comfort and assurance in the steady thrum beneath his palm. “You’re not going anywhere. I- We won’t let you. You hear me?”
“You’re stuck with us, Boss. Live with it." His voice cracks, tears blurring the calm, peaceful face of his leader-brother-friend.
I'm both incredibly confused and intrigued by the paternity test situation. Please elaborate!!
OOC:
once upon a time, Gabriel started his fashion career under the watchful eye of Audrey. a few years after his apprenticeship, Gabriel launches his brand.
around that time, he made a few designs for an independent movie company and he met Emilie there. sparks flew. a few months into their relationship, Gabriel proposes. It's the happiest day of their lives.
to celebrate the anniversary of the brand, Audrey organizes a party in Paris, disguising it as a carnival-themed gala. tons of alcohol was consumed, and you can guess what happened between Gabriel and Audrey that night. that morning, Audrey leaves for America and Gabriel fights a killer hangover.
fifteen years later, Audrey remembers the encounter and sends Gabriel a request for a paternity test about...
Zoe lee.
TLDR: a few months before marrying Emilie, Gabriel had a drunken one-night stand with Audrey. fifteen/sixteen years later, it bites him in the ass.
