A/N:
Well, I'm all firsts here... First fanfic about KnB, first longfic in English (sorry if it's terrible, it's not my first language).
Please, be gentle and review if you want and can, ok? s2 I wish I could make this longer... Sorry.
Hope you like it!
Involved by the silence of the bedroom, I realize that Aominecchi's breathing reminds me of my heartbeat.
Steady. Easy. Strong.
But suddenly both were fading. Slowly...
Can't breathe, can't flow.
[...]
It's impossible. The weather was so hot in the morning! Because of that, before going to school I just put on my sneakers. Why it rained-ssu?! This doesn't make ANY sense. All is left now: cold blows of wind. My feet are all soaked just like my clothes... I didn't even brought my umbrella with me!
I shiver and hold myself tight. Keep walking, Kise, you're almost home... Then you'll just slip into the hot water of your bath and... Argh. It's so cold, damn it!
Suddenly something is thrown on me. Warm. Confused, I touch the "something". Even more troubled, I notice... This is... A coat. A coat came from nowhere and now is over my shoulders.
Looking behind me, the very first thing I see is deep dark blue eyes and hair. A tanned freak is looking back at me with a gentle expression. Well... As gentle as a guy like this one can look. There's something... Furious about him. "A sleepless mind in his heart and an insatiable personality". Too surprised to say anything, wondering when did I learned such poetic descriptive expressions, I keep staring.
— Oy! — he said, running a hand trough his hair and face. Only then I noticed that he is all soaked like me. His backpack is open, so I assume that the coat came from there — Just thank me already, you rude bastard!
Deep, hoarse voice too.
— Sorry-ssu... Ahm... Are you giving me your coat?
— No, idiot! I'm lending to you! — I frown.
— And when do you intend to take it back?
— I'll call you and we'll set up a day. What's your cellphone number?
This is crazy. I'm still too astonished to say,to do anything. This guy is insane-ssu! He snapped his fingers in front of my face.
— I don't have all day, ya know... Your cellphone number?
Uncertain, I tell him, who don't write or use his cellphone to record it. He's just looking at me, with a crooked, cruel smile, and when I'm done...
— Ok. Now say "thanks".
— Thank you-ssu.
— "Thanks". I told you to say "thanks", not "thank you" like a friggin' old man.
I blink.
— Thank you...
— Good boy! — why do I feel like a dog right now-ssu? — I'll call you.
Simple as that he turns around and walk the other way. Finally I come to my senses.
— Heeeh! What's your name you crazy...
He just wave a hand at me, without even looking! I stay there for some minutes, trying to understand what the hell just happened...
Hmm... What... Oh, man. His coat smells so fuckin' good-ssu!
[...]
A whole week has passed.
My life got back to normal... Boring. The same as always: school; home; school; little girls, older women, EVEN GUYS running around me, screaming and saying "OMFG can I touch your hair?" and "OMFG Kise-kun you're sooo kawaii!" and "Call my daughter, she's a very nice girl!" and "Call me, man!" (in the beginning of my career as a model I kind of enjoyed this sort of attention. Now... Now it's just seems usual as everything else); school; home; photo shoots; football practice; home.
At least, I know how to smile even when I don't want to.
Anyway... I had forgotten about the creepy tanned guy, even tough my agent freaked out with fear of a possible stalker. Until that night. 3:00 AM and my cellphone is ringing. My agent advises me not to turn it off, and I silently curse him for that, while reaching out to answer. I don't even bother to look the number and...
— Hi.
How come I didn't forgot his voice? Or at least I remembered instantly?
— Who's this? — I was suddenly wide awake.
— You know very well who I am. — he laughed-ssu?! — Let's meet. Now.
[...]
Why should I know?
How could I?
With one simple call from a complete stranger, my life was about to change.