"Aomine-icci! Let's play one on one!"

Kise requested with the brightest smile pasted on his face.

"Uh."

Aomine grunted in response

He was already on the court, shooting the ball swiftly from where he stood.

"Wah! Aomine-icci, you're so cool!"

Kise always complimented Aomine on his skills, since that was what caught his attention the first time he saw Aomine. Aomine picked his ball off the ground and walked over to Kise locking him into a small hug, mostly as a sign that Aomine is now acknowledging Kise's presence. After letting him go Aomine released a large stream of air out of his nose and crinkled his face.

"You smell weird."

Aomine exclaimed

"Eh? It's the fragrance I was promoting, I thought it smelled nice."

Kise lifted up the shoulder sleeve of his shirt and sniffed it, feeling slightly discouraged.

"It's not bad, just, not, manly."

Aomine broke into a flex as he said 'manly.' Kise erupted into a laughs, soon after Aomine joined him.

Breathing heavily Aomine spoke roughly, "Alright! Let's play!"

They rushed to the court and begun their one of many One on One games.

One Steal Kise.

One Steal Aomine.

One Steal Kise.

One Steal Aomine.

One Shot Aomine.

"Oi! Aomine-icci! This is One on One! Not murder the other player!"
Kise exclaimed, annoyed, but continued to mumble to himself.

"It's not like I want you to go easy, I just want to win once in a while." Kise looked up at Aomine who didn't hear a word he said but continued to dribble around the ball, "Aomine-icci does look happy, neh? What an idiot."

Kise chuckled under his breathe and went over to his duffel bag to fetch his water bottle. Aomine walked up to him and threw his arm over Kise's shoulder.

"Kise, come over to my place today."

Aomine asked, but it sounded more like a command.

Kise walked closely next Aomine as they marched to Aomine's house. Kise always clung to Aomine, before and after they started dating. Ever since he was a kid, Kise made sure to only have two stories in his life, a good one and the real one. The good one was the one he told everyone and the only story his friends would know, the real one stood hidden in a dark, deep, box Kise hid in the corner of his mind. A corner that erupted into a room that took up all his space when he was alone. Kise continued to walk closely alongside Aomine, thinking of what he truly was.

A liar.

It was true. Hiding everything and making up stories. He was a very good liar, well, he had to be; he is a model. Someone who is paid to smile happily and beautifully can't show sorrow. His eyebrows knitted slightly as he thought.

I'm a liar. I have deceived my friends and my lover. All my life everything was fake, everything always had a fog screen in front of it to hide the truth. I had a corrupted family that corrupted me. Maybe I was already corrupted?

Kise's eyebrows were incredibly scrunched together at this point.

"Oi! Ryouta! Are you okay?"

Kise's body jumped when Aomine called his name, pulling him out of his self-loathing thoughts before they could get too bad. Kise looked up at Aomine and threw his usual model smile, his eyes bright and his teeth slightly showing.

"Yea Aomine-icci, I'm perfectly fine."

Kise turned his still smiling face forward and continued walking, slightly quickening his pace. Aomine easily caught up and grabbed Kise's arm.

"Yea there is something wrong; you usual talk to me whenever we're walking."

Kise stared at Aomine, not saying a word. He felt his insides squirm. He stood there trying to figure out how to change the direction of the conversation so it was no longer pointed at him.

"Neh, Aomine, why don't you try saying something?"

"I'd rather not,"

The quick and blunt reply that Aomine gave shook Kise's fragile frame.

Was it that hard to have a conversation now? No, No...Kise was probably over thinking. He let Aomine continue.

"I hate small talk. It feels unnecessary. To be honest. I'm glad you have nothing to say, its peaceful."

Aomine finished what his sentence and threw his hands up to hold the back of his head as he continues to walk along side the blond.

Kise's feet started walking on auto pilot as he tried to process what Aomine just said. Kise felt a little tremor emit from a pit in his chest that started to spread through his body, hitting his toes, fingers, and eyes, causing a light stabbing feeling. A stabbing feeling strong enough to make fingers numb and eyes water.

They continued their walk to Aomine's home in silence, just as the tall tan had wished. A small tune radiated from Kise's pocket, instantly killing the silent atmosphere as both stopped in their place.

"Hello? Ah, how are you doing manager? Now? Can it be some other time? I understand, thank you for telling me."

Kise hung up his cell phone and looked up at Aomine, slightly disappointed but more relieved.

"I'm sorry Aominecci, I won't be able to come over anymore, I have a new modeling job today."

Aomine looked back down at Kise, and nodded his head.

"Ah, okay," He ruffled Kise's hair, "Work hard."

Aomine removed his hand and they both went separate ways.

Helllooooo reader. For I am the writer, I think I did pretty good for someone who hardly has an attention span, it may feel a little rushed though. I really want reviews, but I'm also really bad at rejection, so be gentle with me.

I hope you like, I'm going to continue it anyway.