Note: new lame fanfiction, h0lla. warning for cussing, smut in later chapters, gay people (if you're anti-homo then gtfo), unbeta'd, au, and stuff. the first chapter does not give you a quite good feeling, but i assure you that this is romance/comedy.
pairings are aokise and somewhat kagakuro. (it's aomine who chases after kise here.) ratings may change from T to M. /smirks
disclaimer: as far as i'm concerned my name is not tadatoshi fujimaki.
The sun shone down on bright blonde locks as it swayed along with the fresh summer breeze of Japan. It was a blur at first; a messed up yellow blob floating as the sun made it seem brighter as it already was. He grimaces—he had always hated bright things anyway.
Aomine squints, occasionally rubbing his eyes to try to fixate his vision onto whatever's in front of him.
It got closer and closer, as if running towards him, until he could see an outline of a face—an extremely familiar one. Is that Kuroko? Hah, but it was blonde though. Maybe Alex or Miyaji? He frowns at the thought, wiping his already dry eyes with the back of his hand. Then he scowls at himself, thinking it's an illusion or hallucination and was ready to turn around and head out of this place. But then out of nowhere he's suddenly shoved backwards, on his butt and then on his back, with a heavy weight on top of him.
"Aominecchi!" It calls, and everything's suddenly all clear—it's Kise. Aomine bolts up from his lying position, and at the same time letting his former team-mate fall off from straddling his hips and onto his thighs. And in a swift motion his fists are filled with a handful of Kise's shirt, leaning in angrily, glaring furiously at the blonde.
Before he could spit out questions, he's interrupted with Kise's innocent look and smiles. "What's wrong, Aominecchi?"
"You..." Aomine breathes out. He doesn't know what to feel. Hurt? Anger? "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Aw. That's the first thing I hear from Aominecchi when I get back? I'm hurt." Kise laughs quietly, and the ace simply stares bitterly at him. The model just smiles, but Aomine doesn't get to observe if it's fake or real before he feels something—something soft but rough and damp at the same time; something he wish he hadn't felt but wanted to for such a long time—Kise's lips on his own. And much to his chagrin, his eyes closing automatically and he leans in for more.
It all happens too fast, but when Kise pulls away there is a sinister smirk plastered on his face. Aomine's dazed eyes now become alert and wide—and then all those feelings of bitterness sink back in. The blonde rises from his position on the man's lap, prying his clenched fists off his shirt and dusting unseen dirt off before turning around to look at Aomine through cold, emotionless eyes. "What? Are you going to fall for that again, Aominecchi?" The usual outgoing tone on his suffix of -chi has turned into mocking. "I'm sorry for getting your hopes up, I hope we never see each other again."
He leaves, walking slowly away from Aomine and into some place that used to be sunny and beautiful and now hollow and dark. He wants to run after him and punch him will all the feelings he had bottled up inside, or (as much as he'd never admit even to himself) run after him and shake an explanation out of him, and ask him to stay.
But he doesn't.
Because he can't run after a Kise who isn't Kise.
Or maybe the Kise he thought he knew wasn't Kise all along.
Instead, an alarm clock wakes him up from the horrible nightmare and he sits bolt upright from his bed, wiping cold sweat off the back of his neck and forehead. Minutes later, he resorts to punching the shit out of his pillow and then burying his face and screaming his frustrations out in it.
He doesn't deserve to be tormented by dreaming about someone he's been forced to treat like a dead person. By someone who just disappeared out of the face of the earth, leaving only after a fucking phone call, breaking Aomine all over again as he thought about regrets and what-ifs and stuff.
He walks into his bathroom in an un-lively manner, not bothering to close the door before he's stripped off his clothes and showering in cold water. He doesn't care if it's fucking freezing or what not. He's used to this—it happens almost at least a month, where he dreams about Kise in different scenarios but with the same cold, sardonic expression. It's totally different from the Kise he's known for 8 years. Different from the Kise he's seen when he meets him by accident, the Kise who screamed See you, Ahominecchi! two years ago when they last saw each other, the Kise whom he fell in love with.
In fact, he has never seen this expression on Kise Ryouta before. And he hates it—everything, how his mind creates this image of this kind of Kise, just because of a single fucking phone call.
When he gets out of the shower, the apartment is unusually clean and almost empty, except for the covered furnitures, two big boxes, and a suitcase placed near the door. He stares at his surroundings before it has dawned onto him.
Oh, right. He was moving to the States tonight.
Five hours before his scheduled flight to New York he receives a call from Kuroko and Kagami requesting him to meet up Maji Burger near his place and offering him a ride to the airport. He agrees reluctantly, seeing that he has seen neither them nor the other GoM members since the past few months.
When he arrives at Maji's, both Kuroko and Kagami are sitting down on the far end corner, discussing random stuff. It's Kagami who spots him first, since his seat was facing the entrance of the restaurant, and he waves at Aomine to come sit with them.
When Aomine gets comfortable in his seat Kagami volunteers to get up and order for all of them, giving Kuroko and Aomine space to talk about stuff. The atmosphere is awkward, and Aomine frowns, leaning his chin on his palm while he directed his vision onto the passers-bys outside.
"Aomine-kun," Kuroko says minutes later, breaking the heavy silence between them. Aomine doesn't budge from his position but cocks his head to the side to get a better view of the smaller man in front of him.
"What is it, Tetsu?"
Kuroko stares at him with big, calculating eyes for what seemed an eternity before closing them and sighing. The former ace simply raises an eyebrow in confusion, and in reply he's offered a small smile from the other man. He just smirks in return, then stare at each other, and they both end up bursting into small chuckles.
"So, how's it going now that you're living with that Bakagami?" He inquires now that the atmosphere is light, with genuine interest. "You probably have lots of rough nights, no?"
Five seconds of awkward silence and a series of weird expressions from Kuroko (Aomine had to bite the inside of his cheeks to suppress himself from laughing), the former shadow sighs for the second time in an hour and flashes Aomine a small, almost unnoticeable and teasing smirk. "We do, actually."
Aomine almost chokes on his own spit, and stares at Kuroko, jaw-slacked and wide eyed. "You actually—!?"
"What's going on here?" Kagami interrupts, holding a tray filled with mountains of burgers for himself, a vanilla shake for Kuroko, and a full meal for Aomine. Aomine turns to Kagami, his face still evident with utter shock and Kagami stared back with a big question mark written all over his face. Kuroko takes the vanilla milkshake from the tray, sipping on the straw while watching Kagami sit down and unwrap the yellow paper from his ultimate extra-large cheeseburger. "So...?"
"I was telling Aomine-kun about how we have a lot of rough nights."
Kagami turns beet red, pieces of chewed cheeseburger coughed up from his mouth, barely missing Aomine's shirt.
"It's an advantage of sharing an apartment together. He likes to moan..." Kuroko trails off, a thin smirk forming on his lips as he watched Aomine cover his ears with both palms and Kagami glare at him while looking like an ultimately embarrassed tsundere schoolgirl. "...about having to study every night. University is harder than high school, after all."
(...oh.)
"Tetsu, you sly bastard." Aomine mutters after offering him a glare of disbelief. "But judging from Kagami's expression, it must've been both, yeah?"
Kuroko casually takes a sip from his vanilla beverage. "Yes."
And there goes Kagami, shouting Kuroko...! out of bewilderment and looking like he was about to slam his scarlet face on the table.
After 30 minutes of tormenting Kagami, with one almost empty cup of milkshake, 20 burger wrappers scattered on the table, and a couple of fries drowning in melting ice cream, Kagami decides to change the topic and talk about Aomine.
"Leaving for the states in three hours, huh... And you never even mentioned it to us. We even had to find out through Momoi-san."
Aomine smirks faintly, grabbing a couple of chocolate ice cream-soaked fries and sticking them in his mouth. "Yeah, rash decision. Figured it would be better to study and work there."
"Also a great way to move on from Kise." Kagami mutters bluntly, then quickly shuts his mouth after realizing his mistake. The next moment he's doubled over, clutching his abused sides, grunting something about how he didn't mean it and how Kuroko should stop being such a 'violent bastard'.
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"You have to get over Ki-chan, Dai-chan. It's been a long time already." Momoi had once told him, sighing as she watched him stare blankly at the television, clicking on random buttons on the remote. He scowled, not directing his eyes away from the electronic device, but somehow Momoi knew that he was listening to her.
"'Get over' him? Hah, why? There's nothing to move on from, Satsuki. He's a friend and friends leave whether you like it or not. If that's your definition of moving on, then whatever you want me to do is done."
"Pretending to be stupid is not cute at all, Dai-chan. You know you love him."
"As a friend."
"Stop lying to me."
"I'm not."
"If you're still that stubborn enough to continue lying to me even though you know that I know the truth, fine. But at least stop lying to yourself, and just accept that you're still in love with Ki-chan. And that you also have to move on."
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Aomine frowns a little at himself, but quickly covers it up with a weak chuckle. Then for the first time, he admits, "That too."
"Don't forget to visit us, Aomine-kun."
"I would if I could." He flashes a smile down onto the shorter guy, ruffling his light blue hair. "I'll definitely keep in touch though. I have your e-mails and you guys have mine, and I'll call and send souvenirs if I can."
Momoi kept a handkerchief over her eyes, trying to hide the tears falling from her eyes. "Dai-chan, you idiot. You should've just moved your trip to next year. Who will take care of you now?"
"Just tell me you'll miss me, Satsuki. I'll miss you too." He laughs, circling his arms around his best friend and placing his chin on top of her head. She sobs quietly into his chest and he awkwardly pats her back in return, and then catches a glimpse of Kagami who's trying to avoid eye contact. "Oi, Kagami. Don't cry you big baby."
"Who says I'm crying!?" Kagami argues back, and Kuroko pats his back while saying something along the lines of "But you look like you're about to", and the redhead just glares at him.
"I'll miss you too, Bakagami, Tetsu." He smiles, crooked but genuine, extending an arm to welcome them into a group hug. They both comply and end up laughing (with some tears added here and there), before the passengers for the plane Aomine's supposed to take is called to the lounging area.
"I'll be off, then."
"Stay safe, Aomine-kun."
"Ahomine, I'll be waiting for our next one-on-one match when you return!"
"Dai-chan! Don't forget about us! We'll definitely miss you!"
He smiles one last time, before turning around to take a deep breath. He's nervous when he steps into the plane, but shakes his head and heads on to the front to take his assigned seat near the wing of the plane.
Once the Boeing 767 is airborne, he knows there's no turning back now.
The plane lands and Aomine immediately notices the extreme difference between New York and Tokyo. The signs on everything aren't written in Kanji or Hiragana anymore, but a couple of jumbled letters from the English alphabet to form an actual word. No shit, Aomine thinks, massaging the back of his ear to relieve the awkward feeling deep inside his ears while taking his luggage and two boxes and stacking it on a trolley. Now Aomine thinks he really should be grateful that those assholes tried to force the language into his system or else he really would be fucked.
He does some wandering around the airport, looking at maps but not bothering to ask the staff. After he's found the place where cabs are parked, he waves at a taxi and instructs the driver in rough english to head to the address his aunt had written on a piece of paper.
The American driver laughs—most likely at his slightly heavy accent— and it takes all of Aomine's self-control to suppress his hot headedness and not stand up to beat the living shit out of the bastard.
When Aomine arrives at the parking lot of what he supposed was his new apartment building, he leaves the cab driver with a certain amount of cash and an extra bonus of a "Fuck you."
The apartment building was big, neat but not too luxurious, and looked more than enough for him. The actual apartment slot was much better though, since he was on the 26th floor and had a huge window he had a great view of some parts of NYC. His aunt had already delivered some furniture to his small apartment, so all he had to actually do was clean up a bit.
There was only one bedroom and one bathroom, and a kitchen on the other side of the apartment. It took Aomine almost five hours to finish up putting on the bed sheet, tucking his clothes into the drawers, hanging up jackets and formal wear in the built-in closet, placing necessary stuff inside the drawers of the kitchen and the bathroom, putting up curtains and adding some decorations (such as photo frames containing different pictures and putting the small GoM figurines and trophies on top of drawers).
Once he's done, he flops down onto his new bed and falls into a deep, deep sleep.
When Aomine wakes up the next day, he falls off his bed.
Grunting, he sits up and takes in the uneasy feeling of being in a room he isn't used to. The light shines bright into his room and he blinks in confusion, before realizing that in fact he is in New York and therefore he's supposed to adjust and get used to being in a different time zone. It's only a day and yet Aomine misses Momoi's violent wake up tactics, Kuroko and Kagami's text spams on his phone inviting him to play basketball or to eat out, and some unexpected calls or texts from former team-mates.
And—even though it has already been over two years—especially Kise's stupid, cheerful 'Morning, gangurocchi~! (/`3')/ wakey wakeey~ text messages every morning.
After taking a quick shower, he walks around the house half-naked and heads to the fridge, only to find a carton of milk, eggs, and ham.
"Fuck this," he mutters to himself, snarling, and drags his own ass back to the bedroom to put on decent sweatpants and a black, V-neck shirt. He grabs his keys and slips on a pair of shoes, and then heads down to the streets to hunt for a mini-mart or at least a convenience store where he could buy something to keep him well fed for a week. Probably rice and something.
When he returns with a couple of cup noodles, a sack of rice, some random vegetables and some raw meat, he decides that it's probably time that he should learn how to cook.
First self-served dinner in New York, is when Aomine realizes that his cooking skills are amazing(-ly destructive, disgusting, horrible... you get the point), and somehow he's just glad he has yet to poison himself.
While he grimly chews on his burnt roasted pork (with especially added un-chopped lettuce and carrots on top) and saggy porridge-like rice a week later, there's an unexpected knock on his door. He stands up from the couch, plate still in his hand, and doesn't even bother to peek through the peep-hole when he unlocks the door.
Five seconds after he opens it, the plate in his hands falls and then shatters.
Just like his resolve to move on.
There, right in front of him, stood the man he has dreamt of for the past two years. The cause of his frustrations, regrets, his what-ifs. The guy who used to be his everything, who forcefully shoved his way into his heart.. who showed him what a first love, an unrequited love—what a heartbreak is like.
The reason to why he even moved to New York.
Kise Ryouta.
And a small toddler with blue hair and honey brown orbs, carrying a backpack too big for him, gripping onto Kise's sweatpants like he was the last source of protection.
And when his attention is directed away from the kid and to Aomine, something just clicks and they're both frozen in utter shock.
"Aomine...cchi?"
Aomine likes to think that whoever controls their fate and destiny, are insensitive, retarted, extremely useless imbeciles who have no idea what they're doing. Or that America is a cursed country— like, damn, it hasn't even been a week since he's stepped on American grounds when trouble comes up.
(Twice more the trouble than what he expects, actually, and that... will be discovered by Aomine later on)
note: reviews are appreciated, thank you x.
this was supposed to be angst or something, but... orz. yeah i'm the type of person who really can't handle angst (niagara falls tears everytime) so i'm just gonna sob in a corner cause all i can write is fluff and supposed-to-be-but-srsly-lame comedy.
okay i'll shut up now, bye.