BLOOD BROTHER
Chapter 1
Hello! Welcome to my new series of AoKaga story. Beforehand I'd like to tell you that the idea comes after I re-read My Sister's Keeper, one of my favorite novels of all time by Jodi Piccoult. Basically, the story focuses on Kagami and Himuro, not mainly on AoKaga, but I guess I can work on that later in the future chapters. Let me remind you this story is a tragedy with major character dies, so if you don't want to read something tragic, just leave it. It seems like I love to write sad aokaga hahaa. That's because I love them so much I can think to make something like this… Aside from the genre, I hope you would like it. Please comment to help me write better.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroko no Basket's characters
"Kagami, can you help me here?"
"Sure. Wait a second."
Kagami Taiga waltzed in to the kitchen carrying two plastic bags of groceries before quickly hopped out and made his way to table number four, where the other waiter—his senior in high school, the giant dork Kiyoshi Teppei, put empty dishes onto the tray. Both former Seirin's basketball players worked together as part-timers in a diner. The tall light browned hair guy wanted to ease his grandparents with the college tuitions, so he opted to work part-time and started saving. Meanwhile the former ace did not have financial problem. He worked there simply for cooking. The owner of the diner impressed by Kagami's cooking skill and hired him as the cook. The tall guy said okay. Not like he had things to do after classes, aside from maybe one-on-one match with the well-known rival Aomine Daiki, and watching over his clumsy senpai seemed a better thing to do than just going home and did nothing for the rest of the day.
"Quite a day, isn't it?" Kiyoshi said while cleaning the table.
"Yeah. I can't believe it's only Thursday. I'm certainly not waiting for Saturday," the deep red lock grumbled.
The older male chuckled. "Well, that's because of your cooking. People always come back for everything you make."
"I know, I know."
They were arranging the table available. The bell was ringing softly when the door opened. It was Kuroko Tetsuya and his one-on-one partner, Aomine. They were the diner's regular customers. Kuroko loved any food Kagami cooked, and again this small restaurant had yummy vanilla milkshake, the light bluenette's favorite beverage. On the other hand, Aomine went there mostly to wait for his street basketball partner finished his shift. He ended up staying there to order some. Though he'd never admitted, the former Touou ace was crazily hooked up over Kagami's dishes.
"Welcome," Kiyoshi said brightly. Kuroko bowed at him while the other male lazily nodded. "Milk shake for Kuroko and, umm, what do you want to order, Aomine?"
"Nah, I'm okay." Aomine sat on the chair in front of Kagami. "Don't stay here too long, dumb ass. I won't wait for you if you slack off again," the tall man growled.
"I have to make sure the kitchen is clean before I'm leaving, jackass. It's not like I want to make you wait, either," Kagami retorted.
His rival clacked his tongue. Aomine always did what he pleased. But he was not bad. The tan young man was Kagami's pain in the ass countless times, yet he never seemed to be bothered by him. Aomine would always wait for him finish his work regardless of his annoyance for being the one who's waiting. The crimson haired man could always ask the other male to straightly go home without him. He kept that all to himself, because deep inside he was happy to see Aomine still sitting there at the diner after work. It's relieving to have someone waiting for your return, even if he only wants to challenge you one-on-one at the hoop nearby and follows you home to slouch back on the couch, tired from the game. Kagami has gotten used to having Aomine around.
"Don't mind him, Kagami-kun. Aomine-kun is not honest whenever he's with you. He told me earlier that he would eat everything you make today until your shift end," Kuroko informed his Seirin partner with flat tone.
"Hey, Tetsu! How could you tell him that!" Aomine snapped. Flush was slightly seen on his tan face.
Kiyoshi chuckled. "You two are really close, aren't cha!"
"Certainly not!" Aomine and Kagami shouted together.
Both men never directly showed their friendship—if people could say that arguing and bad-mouthing each other as being close. They fought for everything, be it in basketball and even small things, like Kagami furiously nagging at the taller man for messing up his wardrobe to find a shirt, or who's going to move first when they played one-on-one. They drove each other crazy yet both males were fine by the circumstances. That was that kind of relationship Aomine and Kagami had.
It wasn't surprised anyone. Their former teammates and friends got used to see them together grabbing dinner and hung out, almost like seeing twin-but-not-twin sibling quarreling which team is the best in NBA and what to get for dinner. Some people thought it was amusing to watch the tall men bickering about simple things.
Truthfully, they completed each other.
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Kagami's shift had ended today. He took leaving after saying goodbye to Kiyoshi and the other staff, shouldering two large trash bags on his shoulders. Aomine was waiting for him close to the back door. The tan man furrowed his brows catching his street basketball partner bringing huge plastic bags behind him.
"Seriously?" he murmured, watching Kagami easily put them into the trash container.
"What?"
"I thought stomach is your strongest body part."
Kagami frowned. His appetite was like a hungry dinosaur, but the maroon locked man also physically strong. He never had serious trouble with his health, which was a good thing since Kagami lived alone.
"You're gonna buy me tons of burgers if I win?" Kagami smirked.
The other male snorted. "You wish."
They teased each other on until the redhead felt his phone buzzed. The caller ID was Himuro Tatsuya, his brother-like friend.
"Hello,Tatsuya!"
"Kagami?"
His voice sounded distant. It's been a long time since Himuro contacted him. Yosen graduate left basketball not long after he moved to Tokyo, due to his health. Kagami knew he had anemia since they grew close back in Los Angeles, but never thought it would affected the older man's basketball career. Himuro called sometimes only to check up on his dearly junior.
"Hey, how are you? I haven't heard you like, forever," Kagami chuckled. The man next to him pouting as his being was ignored.
"Yeah, I'm good," Himuro answered softly. "Listen, can you come to see me tomorrow?"
"Sure. Where would we meet?"
There was a long pause. Kagami heard Himuro took a deep breath.
"Tokyo Medical Center. I'll meet you there."
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Short first chapter! It summed up some background of the characters I put into the story. I'm sorry if it's not really good. I will make it up for the next chapter. I'd like to see your comments so please leave some when you stop by! Thank you :*