[Re Edited]
Con Esperanzas Te Encontré, Con Decepción Te Perdí
Summary: AU. They didn't really know each other and never were friends, so why would the famous basket player insist in Kise, the model, to join every photo shooting the magazines asked him for.
Warnings: Mature, smut, and foul language. Probably spellings problem, English is not my mother language. I really appreciate constructive criticism in that area and positive reviews in general This is AU, some things are maintained from the manga and others just completely recreated. Kise, and most of the Kiseki members, didn't go together in Junior High School; explains why Aomine and Kise do know each other only through some games in High School and nothing more. In this fic, they are 21 years old, so it can happen that Kise is less (not completely) childish and whiny and more experienced and emotional more mature. And Aomine can be such an awful cold asshole but only because he has the terrible hots for his blonde model hehe
Disclaimer: Kuroko no Basuke isn't, and never will be, mine. It's better like this or they had to change the title in The way AoKise plays basketball and censure it for too much scene of sex and kinky stuff ^^
Chapter 1:
A long silky hand reached from the sheets and fumbled blindly over the floor before it found the cause for the terrible noise in the morning, activating the blazing mobile phone and bringing it to the ear of the owner of said hand.
"Yeah?" said Kise groggily as he rubbed with his other hand his eyes, trying without success to wake mentally up.
"Why the hell didn't you tell me you knew him, you little wimp!" broke out a loud and feminine voice through the receiver and Kise, wincing, averted the device from his ringing ear, feeling more awake now that he recognized the noise.
"Sakurachii? What are you talking about? And what hour is it anyway? You know it is Sunday, today is my free day" he drawled, already accustomed to the sometimes explosive and energetic personality of his manager. Sakura Ayazawa was a beautiful woman, with curves in all the right places of her body and long brownish hair which graced barely her hips. Being of little stature that woman was more than capable with her intelligence and wits to outsmart every man in the business. And by having an high ambitious to gain of much economical profits there is possible, Sakura working as his model manager helped Kise to obtain in a tremendous speed a lot of opportunities in famous magazines and companies, appearing in small commercials and having his face being marketed in posters and publicity for perfumes and clothes and making his name recognized.
It wasn't in Kise's interest to be a professional model and idol for his whole life, but he was in dire need to have foundation to pay his expensive education in Japanese Schools Aviation and to get the Federal Aviation Administration (FAA) Airline Transport Pilot (ATP) license. Being in the air and flying an aircraft ship was his dream, and with his 21 years of age he was more determined to accomplish it. That's why he got involved in the model industry, being blessed with a beautiful face features and an astonishing body structure, it was quite easy to enter and get some money of all this. And it never hurt to have his vanity a little busted up.
"Shut up, it's already 10am, brat. And I don't care if today is your free day. I want to know why you never told me you knew THE Aomine Daiki!"
Huh? That's a name he recognized easily. Aomine Daiki was quite the famous name in the sports circle, more specify in the area of basketball, being a miraculous player that got scouted for the National Japanese Team, showing incredible speed and powerful moves, destroying almost every opponent who played against him. Kise, having been a basket player himself in his teens, had been playing two games in his high school time against the miracle guy and both times had he lost against him. It still left an acid feeling in his stomach thinking about the last time he had saw the ace player on the court.
Sighing, he removed the bed sheets from his body and set up. "I don't know Aomine Daiki, not really; I certainly know his name from sports magazine, and played in High School against him but that's as long as my acquaintance with the guy goes" he said, happily noticing that the grogginess in his voice had begun to fade.
"I hope you are saying the truth, Kise, because this gets then more mysterious by the minute."
Kise paused confused before he asked, "What do you mean, Sakurachii?" He practically could hear the smirk from the woman, which never was a good sign.
"Well, the sports and illustrated magazine Tokyo Sports is planning to make an exclusive interview and photo shooting with the player Aomine Daiki at Tuesday. Something about being so young and his place in the National Team from what I gathered."
"Yeah, I already know that. He got a regular place in record time with only 21 years old, so this are pretty big news" Kise said nonchalantly while he searched in his closet for some comfortable gym clothes to wear, suddenly he got the need to run a little in the park, "But what does this have to do with me?"
"If you say about not knowing him is true, than this is the mysterious part of all this" snickered Sakura. Two golden eyebrows furrowed together in confusion. "The famous Aomine himself stated, he would only, AND ONLY, make this interview and photo shooting if Kise was being part of the production."
"Excuse me?" whispered the blonde model incredulously, his search for clothes for a moment forgotten; there was no way he had heard that right.
"Exactly what I said, sweet pie", exclaimed Sakura enthusiastic, calling him with cute names when she was happy about something, "They called me today morning from the Tokyo Sports magazine imploring for your assistance in the photo shooting! They had to change the whole thematic order for the shoots, so they will display a playing Aomine against you in a park court. That's a huge deal, Kise! Even if he gets the main role and interest, to show up in such a magazine will help a lot your reputation for versatility and to get more job offers!"
"I don't understand. Aomine asked for me?" The whole situation was growing more and more confusing for Kise. Why would the tanned man, having not heard or seen Kise for two whole years, requesting now for his persona. He couldn't even belief that Aomine remembers his name after what occurred the last time they played a match.
"No, honey, he didn't ask, he insisted" she said punctuating the last word; "And declared, if you don't come, then he wouldn't work with the magazine, simple as that. And Aomine is getting more famous and prestigious with every game he plays, so they are pretty desperate to have you agree so they could get an exclusive with him."
Feeling at loss, the blonde man sat again on his couch not knowing what to think about the whole situation.
"So, what you say?" asked the woman on the other line when Kise went still. He saw in his mind the image of the tanned teens face since the last game, an arrogant and dark sneer had been grazing his mouth. The blue haired had been such a frustrating bastard that time, shattering all dreams of admiration and happiness that Kise had for him in pieces. Kise clenched for a moment his teeth at the memory but then sighed. "Do I have to?" he whined resigned, already knowing the answer.
"Well, if you want to the money to pay your studies in the aviation school then there is no other option" Sakura said soothingly; she seems to have intuited there were deeper feelings for his reluctance. "This magazine will pay you good and this can get you more offers in other areas in the model industry. It's your call, really, but this is a great opportunity."
He suppressed a frustrated groan before he verbally affirmed to the encounter.
After getting all the details of the hour and place of the photo shooting, he hanged up and discarded his phone on the bed as he reassumed his search for clothes, deciding for his favorite red sweats pants and a yellow Nike shirt. Looking in the wall mirror and assuming he was satisfactorily clothed to be seen in the park, he pulled on his new dark Sneakers on and left his department. During all this time, he couldn't get off the dreading feeling from his chest, that this encounter would change his whole life.
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Hope ya liked it, and again, constructive criticism is highly appreciated, I really want to do this right. And for the worst, I have to overcome again my bad habit to work on various stories at time: I begin with one story and suddenly got another idea, more complicated and drama, seemingly never ending, and bam, there goes another idea, completely different, and before I noticed it I never finished one story. That's why I want to stick with this one, it is shorter and more simple then the others one, and like this I can practice and improve my English too. Hope for your patience and guidance ;)
Besos y cariños!