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I’d Know You Anywhere

Summary:  Late night worries leave Kuroo feeling anxious and uncertain. Daichi helps to soothe away his fears and make Kuroo realize that he has nothing to worry about.

A/n: Day 2 of KuroDai Week! Today's prompt was 'immortality/reincarnation' and I thought this would be a perfect time for Daichi to be able to give Kuroo some reassurances!

You can also read this at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/18752932

Happy reading! :D

Word Count: 1709

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“Daichi?” Kuroo whispered into the quiet of their bedroom, his eyes scanning over the sleeping form of his partner.

Sawamura didn’t stir, lips slightly parted in sleep as he continued to doze.  

Where Kuroo was one to sprawl out over the bed like a cat basking in the sun, Daichi always slept curled up on his side, as if he was afraid to take up too much space or be too vulnerable by laying on his back or front.

Kuroo gave a little smile at the familiar sight, inching just a little closer to the other and seeking to steal some of his warmth.

That was another thing he found out about Daichi.  The man was like a walking furnace.  It made cuddling in the summer absolutely unbearable at times, but in the winter, there was no where Kuroo would rather be then cuddled up in his boyfriend’s arms, safe and warm.

A quiet whine escaped him as he thought about that and his current predicament came back into focus… the original reason he had tried waking up Daichi to begin with.

“Sa… wa… mur… aaaahhhh!” he whined, bringing a hand up and gently booping the man’s nose with each syllable, causing the former Karasuno captain to snort and startle awake, tired eyes only barely focusing on Kuroo.

“W’ah… who… wuz happen’d?” he rambled, looking around the darkness of the room.

Kuroo couldn’t help chuckling a bit at the mini chaos he’d caused, but his expression sombered quickly and he shifted closer, nudging his way into the other man’s arms and hiding his face against his chest.

Daichi wasn’t expecting the sudden cuddle attack, but instantly wrapped his arms around his taller boyfriend, a hand coming up to settle against the nape of his partners neck as he soothed his thumb against the warm skin there.

“Kuroo?  Tetsurou?  Everything okay?” Daichi whispered, his deep voice made all the deeper from sleep.

Pausing a moment to think on the question, Kuroo took a deep breath, taking in the scent of his partner as he wrapped an arm around his middle to keep him close.

“No,” he whispered quietly and he could feel Daichi tense as he answered truthfully.

“What’s wrong?  Are you okay?  Do you need me to get you something?” Daichi asked, only making Kuroo’s heart ache as the thoughts that had been swirling in his head seemed to grow and double at the tenderness his partner gave him.  He took a shaky breath, trying to get himself under control, his face still hidden away as he tried to get his jumbled thoughts straight.

Daichi was definitely on high alert now.

What could’ve upset Kuroo so bad that he needed to wake him up at god knows what hour and seek comfort?

“Kuroo… you need to tell me what’s bothering you so I can help,” Daichi tried to explain gently, bringing the hand on Kuroo’s neck up to gently card through the messy hair he adored.

It took a few minutes for Kuroo to calm himself enough to finally lean back, golden eyes looking up into his boyfriends worried brown ones.

“Do you think you’d recognize me anywhere?” he asked quietly, looking up at Daichi so earnestly that the other had to try not to laugh a bit at the odd question.

“I would like to think so.  I mean… you’re kinda hard to miss,” Daichi murmured gently, giving his boyfriends hair a little ruffle.  “You’re tall… handsome… and I think there are satellites that can see your hair from space.”

Kuroo huffed at the answer and shook his head, hiding back against Daichi’s broad chest and hugging him closer.

“That’s not what I meant!” he grumbled and Daichi’s expression softened, his fingers soothing over Kuroo’s scalp apologetically.

“I’m sorry, love.  What do you mean then?” he murmured, continuing the gentle ministrations and feeling Kuroo slowly starting to relax against him once more.

“I was thinking…,”

“Well that’s dangerous.”

“Shut up, Dai!  I’m trying to be serious!”

Daichi chuckled softly and ducked down, pressing a soft kiss to the mans raven hair. “Okay, okay.  Go on, Tetsurou,” he murmured, getting a soft hum in response for his actions.

“I was thinking… about how happy I am.  How happy I am with you here and just… how I don’t want any of this to ever end?” he murmured, his voice growing quieter as he spoke.  Daichi’s smile fell as he listened, something twisting in his heart to hear Kuroo speaking like this.  “I don’t want to ever stop learning new things about you or growing to love those discovery’s.  Like how you prefer to sleep curled up on your side… or how when I kiss your ear your nose crinkles… just little things that only I get to see and know and love.  I started thinking that if I were reincarnated then we could get to share all of this again… but… would you recognize me?  In a different time or different place?  Because I know I’d recognize you.  I know I’d never forget a single thing about you, but… would you recognize me?”

The more he spoke, the more distraught Daichi could feel Kuroo becoming.  For as tough of an exterior as he tried to put on, Kuroo was tender hearted and a thinker. This could lead to his mind carrying him away on what if’s, what could be’s and what should’ve beens, leaving his heart confused and disconcerted.

No doubt this entire episode was a combination of too much coffee before bed time and an ill timed philosophy class, but that didn’t matter right now.  What mattered was the man in Daichi’s arms, seeking comfort from what had hurt and startled him this late night.

“I’d know you anywhere,” Daichi murmured softly, stopping Kuroo’s train of thought in its tracks, feeling the soft intake of breath from his lover.  Daich smiled softly and moved a bit so that he could wrap his arms around Kuroo a little better, a hand still cradling the back of his neck while the other soothed along his spine.  “There is no way… from this life to the next… that I would ever forget you.  I would never forget how you prefer to eat your eggs with jelly.  Or how you are absolutely incapable of walking past a cat without petting it.  There is no way I would forget my Kuroo.”

With every reassuring word, Kuroo slowly melted more and more against his partner, the nerves and worries that had seemed so big to him in the dark of their bedroom twenty minutes ago now seeming like nothing.  Not when he had Daichi here to chase away all his fears.

“Thank you, Dai,” he whispered, his voice perhaps a little thicker, but Daichi didn’t comment on it, merely giving his forehead a soft kiss to reassure him that he was more than welcome.

“Now… why don’t we get some rest, hmm?  You have two exams coming up and you need all the rest you can get,” Daichi murmured before letting his smile grow more.  “And no more coffee before bed.  These late night existential crisis’ aren’t helping you either.”

Kuroo huffed at that, leaning back to look up at Daichi, his jaw set defiantly.  “First of all… my coffee habits have nothing to do with these thoughts.  Second of all… you can take my coffee from me when you can pry it out of my cold, dead hands!”

Daichi snorted at that and a wicked grin grew on his face.  “Or… I could just do this!” he growled playfully before bringing his hands down to squeeze and wriggle into the dip of his boyfriend’s waist.

Kuroo instantly squawked, his own hands detaching from Daichi to come down and bat at his partners arms as wild, braying laughter escaped him.

“STAHP!  Th-... ThAHahahat’s not fah-hAIR!” Kuroo yelped, his laughter going up an octave as Daichi reached lower to squeeze his hip.

Kuroo flailed at the ticklish shock and tried to roll away to freedom, only to be pounced on by his boyfriend.  Daichi pressed him down against the mattress, now attacking his neck with playful nibbles and little raspberries as his fingers continued their search for the best weak spots on Kuroo’s torso.

As soon as his fingers found the man’s upper ribs and his lips blew a horrible raspberry in the crook of his neck, Kuroo was absolutely lost in ridiculous and helpless laughter.

Daichi soon found himself laughing along with his partner, leaning back a little to take in the bright smile on his beloved’s face mixed with the hilarious flush of his cheeks.

“There’s no way I’d ever forget this laugh either, Tetsurou.  It’s far too rememberable,” he murmured fondly as he drove his partner insane with quick, light squeezes all along his sides.

“S-So MEhehHEHEAN!  StAHP!  DAI, pLeheEHASE!” Kuroo cackled and Daichi ceased his torment, ducking down to kiss the man’s lips, stealing the residual giggles that continued to escape.

“Re-... Remind me why I… wanted to stay with you forever?” Kuroo asked breathlessly as they broke apart from their kiss, a soft, sleepy smile now adorning his features.

“Because you love me?” Daichi asked softly, sweeping his partners bangs from his forehead and watching as Kuroo’s eyes closed at the soft touches.

“Mmm… tha’s right,” he former Nekoma captain slurred slightly, his mind and body finally relaxed enough to allow the siren call of sleep to start to take over.

Moving carefully, Daichi settled himself back down onto the bed, wrapping his arms around Kuroo and hugging him close to his chest, feeling the soft hum of contentment escape his boyfriends chest like some giant purring cat.

It was only a few minutes later that Daichi knew Kuroo was fast asleep, his breathing coming out slow and even and his body completely relaxed in Daichi’s embrace.

Smiling gently, the shorter man pressed another soft kiss to his partners hair before settling more into his own pillow.

“I’d know you anywhere, Tetsurou.  There’s no way my heart could forget you,” he whispered, the room soon falling silent save for the soft breathing of the two lovers, each content in the knowledge  that somehow, someway, they would always find one another.

[thatishogwash]

Impossible

KuroDai Weekend 2017 Day 2: August 26th, Action Undercover Agents AU AO3

Kuroo closed the solid door behind him, clicking the lock into place and turning slowly to face the room behind him.  He wasn’t sure why everything seemed to slow down to a crawl before him, even his heartbeat felt far too slow, the beats spaced too far apart though he could hear his blood rushing in his ears.  The room was dimly light but the torches were far too bright.  Kuroo’s legs felt weak, his whole body too heavy to support him as he took a step forward.  He had none of his usual grace.

The only other figure in the room had their back towards him as they removed the formal robes, one layer at a time.  There were so many layers and Kuroo had helped put them all on him just that morning.  It had felt like an eternity ago but it also felt like only a moment had passed.

Had the room always been that large?  Kuroo felt feverish, he hadn’t been able to eat a single thing at the feast but he still felt ill.  Was his breathing as loud as he thought it was?  His fingers felt so numb and his muscles were shaking.

“How angry do you think my father would be if I just cut myself out of this?”  A deep voice asked, they sounded so far away even though Kuroo knew he was almost within touching distance.  “Facing my father's wrath would be nothing compared to my mothers, so I suppose I will take it off and hang it up respectfully.”  There was a resigned note in that deep tone but true love and admiration shown through.

How didn’t he know what was about to happen?  How could he joke about his father and mother like he didn’t know what was going on?

“Kuroo?”  The figure finally turned around, half dressed as he tilted his head to the side.  “Are you alright?  You’ve been quiet all night.”  Which wasn’t like him at all, Kuroo knew he wasn’t playing his part correctly.  He was going to give it all away but maybe that was for the best.  Maybe he just needed to come clean right there and then.  Tell the man in front of him that he was sent to into the castle to get as close to the royal family as he could.  No one, especially not Kuroo, expected the young Prince to take a liking to him.  Kuroo had expected him to be a fool, as most royals were or wicked or cruel, horribly spoiled.  But he wasn’t, the prince was none of those things.

Kuroo tried to picture the faces of those who depended on him but all he could see was the tanned one in front of him.  Dark eyes trained on Kuroo’s face, concern causing his mouth to dip down in the corners.

“Tetsurou?”  Kuroo wanted to weep, to fall to his knees as beg for forgiveness but he knew there would be salvation here.  Too many lives depended on him, depended on him doing his job.  Was the life of one prince, a man of 17 he’d only known for a couple months worth the lives of the people closest to him?  Those he has known since childhood, those he had sworn to protect.

“My lord-” Kuroo croaked out as the prince stepped forward.  Kuroo didn’t want him to close the distance, he could feel the weight and metal pressing against his back.

“Please Tetsurou, I told you when we’re alone Daichi is fine.”  Sawamura, the young and most beloved crown prince smiled up at him.  Worry had darkened his features.  Kuroo felt sick.  Sawamura reached up slowly, gently laid his hand against the side of Kuroo’s face, causing the taller boy to flinch.  “Tell me what the problem is and I will make sure it is fixed.”

“My prince,” Kuroo tried again.

“Daichi.”  The prince reminded him, thumb trailing over Kuroo’s cheekbone softly.  “Whatever it is, I will help.  Please tell me.”  Kuroo couldn’t look into the trusting face any longer, so open with his concern for someone who didn’t deserve it.  Kuroo leaned forward, clutching the prince to him with one arm.

“Tetsu?”  Sawamura didn’t pull away or try to push Kuroo off, he just hugged him tightly. An ugly sob broke out of Kuroo’s throat, he felt gutted.  Kuroo reached around his back, pulled the blade from the hidden sheath and clutched it in his grip.

Horns sounded from outside the castle, Sawamura clutched Kuroo to him tighter as loud footsteps came down the hall.

“Prince Daichi!”  A familiar voice called out from the hall, trying the door and finding it locked.  Kuroo had run out of time.

Kuroo buried his face into the prince's neck and drove the blade between his ribs, right up into his heart.  The body in Kuroo’s arms jerked in surprise.

“Tetsu?”  Sawamura asked in surprise.  Kuroo pulled back and felt his overwhelming emotions fall around him like rain.  Sawamura was looking up at him in confusion, brown eyes still soft and concerned.  Kuroo slid the blade out of Sawamura’s side, let it clatter to the ground as Sawamura’s weight followed its lead.  Kuroo knelt with him, curled the prince close though he knew he didn’t deserve this small comfort.

“Prince please open up!  We must evacuate immediately!”  More voices from outside the door but Kuroo didn’t move.  He stared down at the boy in his arms.

Blood soaked the robes covering Sawamura’s torso, Kuroo’s hands and trousers.  Neither said anything.  Sawamura unable to as blood dripped out of his mouth, his eyes becoming unfocused but Kuroo still say the moment when Sawamura finally realized what had happened, what Kuroo had done.  Kuroo stayed silent.  Apologizing or explaining anything would be a selfish action, only meant to alleviate some of Kuroo’s guilt.

Sawamura’s eyes finally saw no more, the small gasps dying out to sudden silence.  The only noise in the room was the pounding on the door.  Kuroo gently put Sawamura on the floor, tried to arrange the body in a comfortable position though he knew it didn’t matter any more.  Kuroo pressed his lips to Sawamura’s forehead, not bothering to ask for forgiveness for such a terrible and selfish deed.

12 Years Later…..

Kuroo woke up on a cold floor.  He thought he must be underground given the temperature, the ground beneath him was hard packed dirt.  It had been a while since he had been in a dungeon.  Even longer since someone had managed to knock him out.

Kuroo carefully tested the bindings around his arms and legs while he tried to piece together what had happened.  He had been out in the forest catching something for his group to eat.  He had needed the time alone, he had woken from memories and blood that just never seemed to wash off.  When he had gotten back into the small clearing they had set up camp in everything had been wrong.

His arms were tied behind his back, forearm to forearm bound tightly with cloth over his hands so his clever fingers couldn’t unwind any of the knots.  His shoulders hurt from the strain and his legs were tied in a similar fashion, twisted back to connect to a rope around his neck.  If he tried to straighten out his legs at all he ended up choking himself.

The small group had been simply outnumbered and captured, bags with herbs that knocked them out put over their heads.  Kuroo had tried to fight but a man with a hood casting half his face in shadows had appeared.  There had been no bag with herbs for Kuroo.  He had been punched once in the cheek, knocked to the ground when he was stunned, and then knocked out with another well placed bunch.

Felt like it might have been personal, which didn’t really narrow it down.

The blame for Karasuno burning was placed firmly on Kuroo’s shoulders, though he had only killed the crown prince.  The King's brother had been jealous and greedy, he had blackmailed Kuroo into killing the prince.  The King’s brother had hired others to take out the King and Queen, and he had taken to the throne.

Kuroo had wanted what was promised to him, his friends freedom but the King had decided that he knew too much.  He had tried to have Kuroo killed.  Kuroo ended up killing the Mad King instead, but no one knew he was behind his own brothers murder.  Kuroo was painted as the aggressor, the horrible villain.  Karasuno had been attacked during its weakest point and the city burned.

All of that happened before Kuroo’s 18th birthday.

So yes, Kuroo had quite a few enemies.

“Ah good, you’re finally awake.”  A cheery voice called out as the loud sound of metal doors being opened echoed through the dungeon.  Kuroo couldn’t see a thing because he was blindfolded, but he could hear just fine.

“Suga, maybe it’s not a good idea to be in there with him.”  A soft but deep voice advised nervously, though Kuroo heard a heavier tread follow the first one into his cell.

“Nonsense.”  The one called Suga said before the blindfold was removed and Kuroo was blinking in the surprisingly well lit room.  “And if he tries anything, you’re here to protect me.”  The man appeared like an angel, dressed in white robes and smiling angelically up to a giant of a man behind him.  Kuroo wasn’t fooled by the looks.  The Mad King had been broad and handsome, always quick with a smile.  He had given the dagger to Kuroo, told the boy exactly where to stab.

“Where are my people?”  Kuroo asked.  Suga sat right on the ground in front of him, a long staff stood straight up beside him.

“They are safe and no where near here.”  Suga gave another soft smile, eyes scanning over Kuroo’s face.  He was sure the other man saw far more than Kuroo was comfortable with.  “My name is Sugawara, but you may call me Suga, everyone does.”  Kuroo pressed his lips together.  They undoubtedly knew who he was but he wasn’t going to confirm it.  His name was a curse now.

“Safe for now you mean.”  Kuroo wanted to scream because he could almost guess why he was in this situation.  A situation he had been in when he was younger.

“So untrusting.”  Suga’s eyes seemed to concentrate on Kuroo’s cheek, where he was sure there was a nice dark bruise there.  “When this plan was brought to me I thought he was insane, but now I feel differently.”  Suga reached up and the hovering giant stepped forward, helped the pale man up to his feet.

“What do you feel now?”  Kuroo asked, wasn’t able to keep the bitterness out of his tone.

“Hope.”  Suga smiled, shocking Kuroo as the two walked out of Kuroo’s cell and the door was closed behind them.

Kuroo wasn’t left alone for long but he used the time to center himself.  He tried to pull on his trusty facade of false bravado, full of sharp edged smirks and double edged words but he couldn’t.  He was worried about his people and he knew, he knew he should have broken off with them long ago like he originally planned.  He was cursed but they didn’t have to be.  But Kuroo let himself be talked into staying with them and selfishly he had allowed himself to stay and now they were in the same situation Kuroo had promised they would never be put into again.

Kuroo tried not to think about how they cut Inouka’s leg off last time or they beat Fukunaga everyday until he stopped speaking or how they sold Kai nightly to the highest bidder.  He would do whatever was asked of him, let them drop their guards and kill them all for ever thinking they could use his own people against him.  After all they couldn’t ask him to do anything that would hurt his heart any further, he had cut that organ out and laid it to rest when he stabbed the prince all those years ago.

Kuroo forced himself into the present and away from those dark thoughts.  They had undid the ties around his legs, had four guards on him as they brought him out into the sunshine.  Horses were lined up and well packed, people running around and doing their jobs with quick efficiency.

“Am I to be told what you want of me or is it to be a surprise?”  Kuroo asked the bald headed guard to his right, already singling him out as the one with the temper.

“You will be guiding us in the Isle of Giants.”  A deep voice rasped from behind Kuroo.  Kuroo snorted, turning to poke fun at the one who thought he would willingly go back to that island of demons and monsters where even the fauna tried to kill you.

“You-”  Kuroo didn’t get another word out as he saw the man striding towards him.  He wasn’t any taller than he was at 17 but he was somehow so much broader, wider without an inch of fat on him.  The light leather armor only added to the fact, it was stained black like the rest of the soldiers around him.

“Cat got your tongue?”  The man asked, voice too deep but so familiar.  The soft rasp, the dark brown eyes, the slightly crooked nose were all the same.  But impossible, utterly impossible.

Kuroo had killed Sawamura Daichi so how was he standing in front of him 12 years after they buried the crowned prince?