On Angels Wings
A KnB Fanfiction
By: Lycanwolff
Author's Note: WING AU! You've been warned! Same boys, same cast, completely different world. Just enjoy it for what it is.
Daiki: Oi! We're on guys! Cameras are on in five!
Taiga: I'm ready! Jesus! Do you have any idea long it takes to get these damn things on?
Shintarō: Almost as long as it does to split your eyebrows?
Taiga: Oi!
Seijūrō: Quick bickering. The whole cast is ready to go, so get ready.
Tetsuya: Who's reading the Prologue again?
Daiki: I am.
Lycanwolff: Daiki! Here's the script. Just be smooth and calm about it.
Daiki: Am I not usually smooth and calm?
Taiga: Never.
Daiki: Imma punch you in the face, Bakagami.
Lycanwolff: Take your places everyone! You're on in five... four... three... two... one
Prologue
Some say the Angel War was the pinnacle of war, that it showed the Human race's true colors and how they truly view what they simply don't understand. To some, they were angels, to others, monsters, but in the end, the conflict ended with only a single truth; The complete genocide of the Angelika.
It was sixteen years ago in the year 2021 when the skies rained down blood that was the same color as mans, covering the soil in red that matched the sky at sunset. Their screams were carried on the wind from horizon to horizon, never stopping, never taking a breath. They fought back, of course, with their weapons that were on par with the Humans, and they might have had a chance if it wasn't for the lack of one, simple thing; The Angelika lacked the ability to be cruel.
Sixteen years ago, an entire race of intelligent beings was wiped from existence, but sixteen years ago, seven were born.
This is their story.
Episode 1
Year: 2037
The sun hadn't come up yet. The sky was still that dark shadow that was pierced with tiny holes, allowing spots of light to flicker like a million beacons. There was no moon in those early hours of the morning, but that twinkling sky was being watched by a set of dark blue eyes.
Daiki Aomine, a sixteen year old boy whom stood 6'3 with a lean build, short navy colored hair and dark caramel skin, stood atop the run down apartment building where he and his brothers lived. It was a forgotten building, one that most people would miss if they blinked, but to them, it was home. The only one they had ever known.
Night was the only time he could stand in the open air and not have to wear it. It was the only time he could feel the wind against his back and not fear being hunted. The dark blue of long feathers was hidden against the darkness of the night sky and it even afforded him the ability to look over the side of the roof and watch the people below.
Without even having to think, he knew those very people would scream if they saw him in that moment, with wings unbound and free. It was painful to wear the harness that bound them against his body, and every chance he got, he stood outside under the cover of darkness simply feel what he could never have.
Freedom.
The sound of the rooftop door opening pulled his attention away from the morning crowd below as one of his brothers emerged. Taiga Kagami was nearly the same height as him, with the same build, but with lighter skin. His slightly longer hair was a two toned red, just like his wings, and his eyes were a deep shade of crimson.
"Hey." Daiki said lowly, rolling his shoulders a bit to relieve a tension just between his wings.
"You should probably come inside." Taiga said, never stepping away from the door he held open.
Daiki released a long sigh, "Why?" He asked, glancing back over his shoulder and moving his left wing enough so he could see.
"The morning news chopper's gonna be flying by soon." Taiga said.
"Right... Anyone else up?" Daiki asked as he turned around to face his brother and took a few steps away from the side of the waist high, concrete barrier of the roof.
"Akashi, Kuroko and Midorima are all up. Kise and Murasakibara are still asleep though." Taiga said, the long feathers of his wings rustling a bit against the cold concrete of the floor.
Daiki nodded as he sucked in a deep, lung filling breath and stretched his arms high over his head, his wings extending high above to flex their muscle. He yawned wide as he stretched, if at all to buy him those last precious seconds before he was forced to become a caged bird, but with the long distance buffet of the incoming chopper that went by every morning, he knew it was time to disappear inside.
Lowering his wings in close, Daiki stepped passed Taiga and headed down the stairs towards their apartment. Taiga let the door close and tucked his wings in tight to pull the long primary feathers inside so they didn't get stuck in the door. That had happened before, and it felt awful, almost as bad as having to put on the harness.
The boys walked through another door at the bottom of the stairs and emerged out into their large studio apartment with seven beds. It was pretty bare, but it was maintained well and had everything they needed. The kitchen was stocked, the living room space was arranged so they all could see the TV without being cramped and the shower space was cordoned off large enough for even the largest of them to stretch his massive wings. The soft snores of the two remaining boys fluttered up from where their beds were and in the kitchen, the other three whom were awake were preparing their meals.
"Morning, Aomine-kun." Tetsuya said, the smallest of them with sky blue eyes and cerulean hair, as he took a sip of his freshly brewed hot tea and flattened his smaller cerulean colored wings against his back in order to sit.
"Morning." Daiki said quietly as he padded his bare feet towards the kitchen for something to eat.
"I hope you were able to finish your homework last night. I know the subject matter grates against your nerves." Seijūrō said without looking up, his bright red wings trailing on the floor behind him.
"More like sets them on fire." Daiki said plainly, snatching a box of cereal from the cupboard along with a bowl.
"We don't really have much of a choice." Shintarō said, already seated at the table with his cereal and watching the morning news on the TV.
"Yeah, I know that, but I really didn't wanna do the last half of the history assignment." Daiki said, his words laced with a growl as he turned a chair around backwards to sit down, as he hated the feel of the cheap vinyl against his wings.
"The half that pertains to the Angel War." Shintarō said, his words drawn down as he looked at his brother.
Daiki nodded as he poured his cereal, "Yeah. Don't really wanna learn about how they butchered everybody else."
"I'd see your point if we knew anybody else." Taiga said, clapping a hand down on Daiki's bare shoulder before sitting down.
"You're correct, Taiga. We've only ever known each other. The ones who perished during the war are strangers to us." Seijūrō said, sipping his tea.
"Doesn't mean I wanna read about it. Even after sixteen years, they still talk like we're the worst things ever to breath air." Daiki scoffed before stuffing a spoonful of breakfast into his mouth.
"They fear what they don't understand." Shintarō said, returning his emerald green gaze back to the news.
"We don't." Daiki said.
"You're wrong, Daiki. We do and that's because we were raised by the very race that eradicated the Angelika. We live in fear of them." Seijūrō said, finishing with preparing his breakfast before turning around to look at them all.
"I don't really wanna talk about this... Not today." Daiki said with a huff as he continued to eat.
"How come you're so down this morning, Aomine-kun?" Tetsuya asked, setting his tea down to lift a long feather and pluck a wisp of dust from its end.
"Today's the day." Daiki said plainly.
Everyone stopped as they regarded each other, how their different colored eyes all matched with the same thought. They had forgotten in their short years, the day they were left on their own to somehow survive without guidance. Luckily for them, they were cared for by an old woman until the day she died and left them a small inheritance. Today was that day where they were set adrift in uncertainty.
"You're right, Daiki. Thank you for reminding us." Seijūrō said softly as he set his hand down on Daiki's shoulder.
The five that were awake fell into silence as they let their minds go blank, eating their breakfast, listening to the TV and periodically glancing at the clock. They would soon have to begin getting ready for school and that meant, putting it on.
Sucking in a deep breath, Daiki rinsed his bowl and placed it into the dishwasher, but he stared down at the floor as he steeled himself for what was to come. None of them could put the harness on by themselves, but every morning, they did to hide their wings. Every time the leather retched their wings down against their backs, the ache set in, but they had to do it.
"Hey, Aomine... Could you give me a hand?" Taiga called from near the living room space.
Daiki knew exactly what he was wanting, so blowing out his held breath, he padded over to where Taiga stood in just his boxers, holding the leather buckled harness. It was a contraption that looked more akin to a torture chamber, as it had been designed to flatten their wings completely to their backs. He could see the apprehensive look in Taiga's eyes as he threaded his arms through the shoulder straps and buckled the hip belt, as he didn't want to do this.
Daiki stepped in behind him and grasped the first wing buckle, hooping the buckled band onto the elbow of his brother's wing before doing the same to the other. They were still loose, but when Daiki stepped around to Taiga's front and grasped the loose ends of the straps, he dropped his weight and pulled.
Taiga winced and softly hissed as the pain set into his wings, the straps pulling them hard against his back and stretching the muscles until they were dangerously close to unnatural levels. The throbbing ache was hot, as if he had overextended his muscles during a workout. He felt the hot and cold shiver shoot down his spine and down his long legs, reaching his toes where it tingled and smoldered. It always felt like this in the morning, but given some time, the thumping ache would ease until he could, at least, ignore it.
Daiki pursed his lips together as he yanked once more on the straps, causing Taiga to hiss again before he pinned the strap on the small peg and buckled it tight. The harness was on and once Taiga got dressed for school, no one would be the wiser.
"Thanks." He groaned out, taking an extra second to let the ache ease up before leaning back against the couch to strap the rest of his wings to each of his legs.
Another strong hiss broke the silence and both looked back to see Tetsuya gritting his teeth together as Seijūrō buckled his harness and Shintarō was in the process of buckling the hip belt as he waited for his turn.
"Guess it's my turn." Daiki sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he went to retrieve his harness from under his bed.
"Please wake Ryōta and Atsushi first." Seijūrō said blandly as he finished buckling Tetsuya's harness and sucked in a deep breath when Shintarō stepped in behind him.
Daiki didn't say a thing as the tall green haired boy with glasses dropped his weight and yanked Seijūrō's wings in hard, as he was headed for the two still in bed. Ryōta, a tall boy of 6'2, with golden hair and eyes and wings that glistened gold in the sun, was asleep on his side with his wings hanging off the bed. He was still softly snoring, but with a quick shove of his shoulder covered in pale skin, his golden eyes began to flutter open.
"Wha?... What's going on?" Ryōta mumbled as he yawned and snuggled into his pillow.
"It's time to get up. We've got school." Daiki said bluntly before going to the largest of them.
Atsushi Murasakibara, the tallest of them with shoulder length purple hair and violet eyes, was asleep on his stomach with his massive purple wings hanging lazily to either side. He was a purple giant whose harness took two people to get on, as his wings were so large, that they were strong enough to resist the harness if only one person was yanking them down. If they didn't use two people to buckle him in, then his wings would actually win against the harness.
"Hey... Murasakibara... Wake up." Daiki said, shoving the giant's shoulder.
However, Atsushi merely groaned and turned his head to the other side to hide his face from view.
Daiki's brows furrowed as Shintarō hissed sharply from his harness, but ignored it to continue trying to roust the titan.
"Hey... Get your ass up." Daiki said a bit louder and with another shove.
With a hard sniffle that his ears caught, Atsushi's voice finally fluttered up from his pillow.
"I don't wanna." Atsushi said with another sniffle as he refused to look up from the puff held tightly in his arms.
"We've gotta get it on you, dude. Get up." Daiki said as his hand came down on Atsushi's back, right between his lazy wings.
With a massive yelp, Atsushi's whole 6'10 frame went rigid as he pressed his face into his pillow, his body shaking as more muffled sniffles met their ears. They all heard it and when they did, they glanced at each other with concern in their eyes.
"Hey... What's wrong?" Ryōta asked as he knelt down next to Atsushi's bed, resting his hand on the back of his brother's head.
"I hurt." Atsushi's muffled voice whimpered, accompanied with more sniffles.
"What hurts?" Ryōta asked, glancing up at Daiki, whom just shrugged.
Finally, with a hard sniffle, Atsushi lifted his face from his pillow, revealing his red and puffy eyes that told them all that he had been crying. It wasn't that he was asleep and didn't want to get up, it was that he was in pain and couldn't.
"Oh no... Murasakibaracchi... You're seized up again, huh." Ryōta said softly with sad eyes as he brushed Atsushi's hair from his face.
Atsushi nodded, "I can't move them. It hurts too much. I don't wanna put it on." His voice cracked as a large tear fell free from his eye.
"Murasakibaracchi-" Ryōta breathed out softly, but was cut off.
"Stay home today, Atsushi. Whose turn is it to stay with him?" Seijūrō asked, carefully pulling on his uniform shirt so it wouldn't catch on any feathers.
"It's mine." Shintarō said with a noticeable sigh of relief.
"Care for Atsushi. This weekend, we'll go to the cabin and stretch our wings." Seijūrō said as he buttoned his shirt.
"Can't we just live there?" Atsushi grumbled with another sniffle as Ryōta unbuckled Shintarō from his harness.
"I wish we could, but you know that's not possible." Seijūrō said with kindness in his voice.
"I know." Atsushi said ultra softly.
With a heavy sigh of relief as his large green wings sprung free, Shintarō took a few minutes while the others dressed to stretched his wings high towards the ceiling. The longer they were outstretched, the better he felt, and soon, he was ready to help Atsushi find relief.
He went to the bathroom and opened the free standing storage shelving to find a jar of hot-cold rub before he padded over to where Atsushi still lay and sat down without jarring the poor boy.
"We'll bring you two any homework. Take good care of him, Shintarō." Seijūrō said, helping Tetsuya adjust his wings to relieve even a tiny amount of ache.
A sharp pop that was immediately followed by Daiki's cry drew their attention as he dropped onto all fours, gritting his teeth together hard as he sucked in ragged breath after ragged breath. Each time he exhaled, his breath hissed through his teeth and his eyes were heavy with a glassy sheen that he blinked in order to try and keep at bay.
Squeezing his eyes shut, Daiki gripped his hands together and dropped his forehead down to rest it against them, simply breathing through the hot fire from his bound wings, but each exhale was laced with a whimper that none could ignore.
"Goddammit!... It happened again!" Daiki growled, his deeper voice cracking as he spoke and shook his head.
"Which one popped?" Taiga asked, kneeling down next to him and resting a gentle hand on his wings.
Daiki sniffled, "Right... The elbow popped and snapped against the ulnar." His voice broke more as he refused to lift his head.
"You gonna be alright?" Shintarō asked from the bed, gently massaging the cooling gel into Atsushi's skin all over the giant expanse of his bare back.
With another hard sniffle, Daiki finally sat up, but stayed on his knees as he dried his face and pressed on his eyes to push back the unshed tears. The white hot heat from having the main nerve in his right wing so brutally punched was finally leveling off, but the painful pops were happening more and more. He was not far away from being in the same situation as Atsushi and they were far, far overdue for a weekend at the cabin.
"I might be the next to seize if I don't get a break from this." Daiki said, blowing out a much steadier breath as he got to his feet.
"We are drastically overdue for a weekend. Atsushi is seizing more and more frequently, and I fear permanent damage is setting in." Seijūrō said, fully dressed and looking entirely human.
Shintarō finished coating Atsushi's back with the cooling gel and stood, gently grasping one of the huge purple wings and ever so slowly, began to stretch out its impressive width. Each inch made Atsushi whimper a bit, but he toughed through it until Shintarō stood ten feet away at his wing's full span. Atsushi's full wingspan from tip to tip was twenty feet.
"We aren't there just yet, but we're close. We should take a few more days instead of just the weekend. His wing's elbow is a bit swollen." Shintarō said, resting the large wing down so he could examine the joint covered in small, tightly packed purple feathers.
"Then we will. I'll make the arrangements today at school." Seijūrō said as he packed up his bag.
"Thank god." Daiki breathed out, rolling his shoulders to adjust himself that tiny bit to be as comfortable has he could.
"We'll get to fly?" Atsushi asked, his sniffles gone as Shintarō wrapped an ice pack around the elbow of his extended wing.
"Yes. I think we all could use it." Seijūrō said with a nod before tucking his lunch into his bag.
"Can we do a canyon run?" Atsushi asked, swallowing down his light sniffle as he eyeballed the small redhead.
"Of course, Atsushi." Seijūrō said, pulling the shoulder strap of his bag up onto his shoulder.
"Fuck yes." Daiki started to smile as he loosely tied his neck tie and pulled on his black cardigan sweater.
"I'll pack for us after I get Murasakibara moving." Shintarō said, moving on to Atsushi's other wing to ice its elbow.
Seijūrō nodded, "Very well," he looked at his watch, "Are the rest of you ready?" He asked as he looked at everyone.
The others all nodded as they gathered their bags, dressed and ready for school and left their apartment out into the quickly warming air. The sun was beginning to crest over the mountains way off in the distance and the stars were gone, meaning that the safety blanket that was the night sky had vanished.
People walked passed them without even looking up from whatever devices they held, none of them the wiser as to what was bound and hidden beneath their school uniforms. It gave them that tiny pang of belonging, but they knew it was all based on the assumption that they were Human and it would evaporate the moment their shirts were removed. If any of the Humans they walked passed on the way to school knew what they actually were, it would spell a massive amount of trouble.
They waited for the bus to come and took their usual seats, said their usual greetings to the driver and rode in silence towards school only a short ten minute drive away. The morning was no different than all the other mornings, being spent in silence while the boys observed the people around them, watching to see if anyone suspected. They were always vigilant like this, even with those they considered friends.
As they stepped off the bus, one such friend was waving at them with her usual wide smile in place and bright pink eyes. Her long and flowing pink hair was caught in the morning breeze, causing it to flutter around her cute face and slender neck as she trotted up to the five boys.
"Dai-Chan! Hey guys!" Satsuki squealed, waving and still smiling wide.
"Hey, Satsuki." Daiki said plainly, drawing in a deep breath as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.
As she looked at the five, her smile soon faded as she clutched her books to her ample bosom, "Oh... Where's Midorin and Muk-kun? Are they gonna be late?"
"Atsushi wasn't feeling well, so Shintarō stayed home to help care for him." Seijūrō said as he rolled his shoulders back a bit to stand up straighter, making it much more comfortable for his hidden wings.
"Oh... Maybe I should go over and see-" She was interrupted.
"That won't be necessary. I'm sure it's just a cold. He's in capable hands with Shintarō there." Seijūrō said, producing an ultra soft smile to reassure her.
"Ok... Well, give him my best." Satsuki said with her smile returning.
"We shall." Seijūrō said.
The group began to walk towards the school along with the horde of other students, all seemingly jovial for the coming weekend. Many had a few plans, most were just looking forward to sleeping in, but for the boys, they just wanted to get to their hidden cabin and stretch their wings.
They entered the school building and started up the stairs to their second story classroom with Satsuki right beside them, chatting away about how her and some of her girlfriends were looking at going to a new mall that had just opened up nearby. She invited them, but they declined, much to her displeasure.
As they entered the class, the teacher ordered everyone to their seats, where the boys headed for their row of seven along the windows. Daiki plopped down in his normal chair, being the last one in the back corner, but instead of leaning back like most of the other students, he leaned forward and rested his arms on the desk. All of them did, as leaning back pressed their bound wings further against their backs and it was always just enough to make the elbows scream with discomfort. Instead of trying, they simply afforded themselves that small reprieve.
As the teacher started on with their class, Daiki simply stared out the window, watching the breeze blow the trees and the birds ride the wind. It made his chest throb with jealousy that they got to be so free, but he found solace in that he would soon join them once the day was out.
He was content to watch them and let the day pass him by until Satsuki's hushed voice broke him from his reverie.
"Hey, Dai-Chan?" Satsuki whispered as she poked his shoulder.
"Hmm?" He hummed, turning his head just in time to see her reach out.
He went rigid when her fingers grazed the back of his neck, but when the sharp, hair raising pluck snapped into existence, he bit his lip to keep from yelping out.
"What's this?" Satsuki asked, delicately holding a soft, dark blue feather between her fingers.
Daiki's throat rumbled as he blew out his held breath and tightly gripped his hands together into a single balled fist. He looked at Taiga whose worried eyes spoke volumes, but when Daiki's eyes narrowed and returned to normal, Taiga simply watched to see what would unfold.
"What's what?" Daiki asked plainly, as he eyeballed what she held.
"This pretty blue feather. It was on your collar." Satsuki said, softly smiling as she caressed the soft feather that reflected with shimmers of sapphire blue.
Daiki shrugged, "I don't know. Didn't know it was there." He said, looking towards the windows to wince as the spot from where the feather was plucked strongly throbbed.
"It's really pretty. I wonder what kind of bird it came from." Satsuki said, gently unfurling the feather and enjoying the softness against her fingertips.
"Who knows." Daiki scoffed before meeting Taiga's gaze once more.
He mouthed the word 'ow', but kept his cool as he returned his attention to the teacher's lesson, how they droned on about the previous day's subject that was the Angel War. Since the boys were born at the very end of the war, they never knew what happened, or how it started. This was their only way to learn about how their race was believed to be wiped out and just by readying the textbooks and hearing the teacher, it was very much one sided.
After a long morning, the lunch bell finally let them loose, and as per their usual, the boys headed upstairs to the rooftop to get some fresh air and as per her usual, Satsuki followed.
"I think I'm gonna keep the feather, Dai-Chan. Do you mind?" She asked sweetly, having never stopped playing with the feather all morning.
"I don't care. It's just a feather." Daiki scoffed before glancing at the others.
"Thank you, Dai-Chan!" She yelped with a wide smile.
They stepped out into the freeing warm air and sucked in huge lungfuls, giving them that brief moment of freedom before they sat down along the ridge at the base of the tall fence, and brought out their lunches.
"So you guys are really sure you don't wanna come with us to the mall?" Satsuki asked as she happily ate her bento.
"We're sure, Momoicchi. Thank you though. We've already got plans." Ryōta said without looking up from his food.
"Oh? You do?" Satsuki asked curiously.
Taiga jabbed an elbow into Ryōta's side, making the blonde flinch, "Yeah. Headed camping this weekend." He said with a deadpanned stare at his blonde brother.
"Camping? That sounds so fun! Can I-"
"No!" Daiki snapped with a stern glare at her.
Satsuki leaned away from him a bit, "Oh... Ok. I-I just thought that maybe it could be fun." She said quietly and all while avoiding his gaze.
"What he meant to say, was perhaps another time, Satsuki." Seijūrō said with a bit of a harsh glare at Daiki that he refused to look at.
Satsuki's smile began to return, "Ok... They're probably boys weekends huh."
Daiki nodded, "Yeah. It's just kinda our time to get away for a bit... I didn't mean to snap at you like that. It's kind of a tradition, I guess." He said, rubbing the back of his neck.
"It's alright, Dai-Chan. I understand. I didn't mean to intrude." Satsuki said with sincerity before returning to eating her meal.
"It's alright." Daiki said, producing a small smile to help convey his meaning.
The merry little group fell silent as they ate and enjoyed the sun and fresh air, feeling the breeze against what skin was exposed and it was so inviting, so luscious that all the boys softly gulped with their want. Ryōta's breath even caught on his Adam's apple with his sheer desire to feel the warm breeze wash through his golden feathers and it wasn't lost on any of the others. They all took their own moments to breath in as much of the air as possible before needing to go back inside.
As Seijūrō finished his lunch, his phone vibrated in his pocket, drawing his attention out of his head as he pulled it out and flipped it open. He had a new text message and without even a change in his blank expression, he opened and read it.
:Shintarō Midorima: Finally got Murasakibara moving. He's up and around. Gonna start packing here soon.
:Seijūrō: Good to hear. Don't forget the radios and the music speaker.
:Shintarō Midorima: Got it. What about food?
:Seijūrō: We'll take care of it on our way home.
:Shintarō Midorima: Alright.
Seijūrō closed his phone and glanced at the others, simply sending them a short nod that everything was alright and that there wasn't anything to worry about. Without a single spoken word, they all understood and as the lunch bell rang out to call their break to an end, they packed up their things and headed back to class.
They all sat back down as the teacher resumed their lecture, continuing his aged monotone that droned on like jet engines. The lesson seemed never ending, trudging along as if they were trying to wade through a swamp and listening to historical battles that occurred during the Angel War. They paid attention, if at all to be able to fulfill their assignments, and when it was finally time to be cut loose to at least get a bit of work done, they sighed with relief.
"Dai-Chan? Can you help me with this question?" Satsuki asked near immediately, poking Daiki in the bicep with her pencil that was topped with a fluffy pink puffball.
"What about it? The answer's in the text." Daiki scoffed, plopping his head down into his hand as he stared out the window.
"But it's worded weird." Satsuki said with a sad frown.
"She's got a point, Ahomine. It's asking for the definitive point where the Battle of Pacific Sky was shifted into the Humans' favor when General Harasawa lead the charge, but the text glances over it." Taiga chimed in as he turned around just enough in his seat to look at Daiki.
Daiki scoffed and shrugged, "Like I said... It's in the text." He didn't bother looking away from the window.
Satsuki stared at the back of his head, her pink eyes soft and sad at his gruff demeanor. He was usually a bit more on the abrasive side, but today seemed different, like it was a particular day that he hated. He didn't want to make eye contact, nor did he wish to say more than a few words. She could tell there was something on his mind, so she stood from her chair next to his and went to place her hand on his back.
The slightest pressure was all it took for him to jump, flinching hard as his head whipped around to stare at her. It startled her enough to immediately take her hand away, thinking that perhaps she had gone too far.
"D-Dai-Chan? I'm sorry... I forgot you don't like your back touched." Satsuki said, softly biting her bottom lip with the thought that she was about to get scolded.
Daiki released his held breath and relaxed his muscles, "It's ok, Satsuki... I've been in a funk all day. I just really need this weekend." He forced himself to lightly smile to make himself look convincing.
"I understand... Is there anything I can do to help?" Satsuki asked sweetly, sitting back down and picking up the dark blue feather she had kept all day.
Daiki shook his head, "No... I'll be back to my old self after the weekend."
"Once we get back. I think we're taking an extra few days." Taiga added, chewing on his pencil as he listened in.
Daiki nodded, "Yeah... You're right."
"Oh... Well, I'll make sure to take extra notes for you for when you get back. Ok, Dai-Chan?" Satsuki asked, her soft frown turning up into an equally as soft smile.
"Thanks. Hopefully you don't mind us all using them." Taiga said, turning to look at Tetsuya whom had poked him in the shoulder.
"Not at all, Kagamin. I can write up more than one copy so that all of you can have them. That way you don't have to share." Satsuki said with a wide smile.
"We could have shared. We've been sharing everything all our lives." Tetsuya said before scribbling an answer down on his sheet of paper.
"Not willingly." Daiki grumbled to himself.
"Sure we have! You let Kurokocchi borrow your hair gel that one-" Ryōta started, only to be smacked in the face with Daiki's thrown textbook.
Taiga, Tetsuya and Satsuki all started to chuckle as Ryōta rubbed his nose, lightly pressing on it to make sure it wasn't broken. Luckily, it wasn't, and as he set the book down on Taiga's desk, his eyes glistened with an irritated shine.
"That hurt, Aominecchi! Why would you do that?" Ryōta snapped with irritation, still rubbing his nose and drying his eyes.
"Because you talk to much, Kise. Shut up." Daiki said with a sidelong glare.
Ryōta crinkled his nose and growled, "Mean!"
"Quiet down class!" The teacher boomed from his desk.
The entire class quieted down with Ryōta sticking his tongue out at Daiki and crinkling his nose again. It throbbed from getting hit with a book, but considering Daiki's mood, he really wasn't willing to take things any further. They were all anxious to get out of the city for the weekend and with a simple, short sigh, they all passed the time to the end of the day.
The final bell rang and released the horde of students out into the warm afternoon sun. The sky was still stark blue, but was smeared with soft yellows and rich oranges from the sun that crawled closer to the evening horizon. The breeze was still soft and as they always did every time they stepped out into the open air, the boys took in deep breaths.
"You guys really like being outside... It's so cute." Satsuki softly chuckled as she walked by Daiki's side.
"It just feels stifling inside is all. The air is almost stale." Tetsuya said, lightly smiling as he clutched his bag to his shoulder high enough to not bump against his hidden wings.
"I bet. Can I walk home with you guys?" Satsuki asked kindly.
"Actually, we're headed to the store to get some food and things for the cabin, so we're headed in the other direction. I do bid you a great weekend, Satsuki. Enjoy your time at the mall." Seijūrō said, stopping at the sidewalk and pointing down the direction they needed to go.
"Alright. I'll talk to you guys later." Satsuki said softly as she tucked her arms into her chest, still with the feather clutched in her hands.
Daiki lightly sighed and hesitated a moment, but with her being one of their friends, he needed to part on decent terms. He took his hands out of his pockets and wrapped his arms around her, trapping her arms between them and held it for a moment before releasing his hold.
"Sounds good, Satsuki. Sorry for being such a pain today." Daiki said, slipping his hands pack into his pockets.
"It's ok, Dai-Chan. Bye guys!" Satsuki beamed.
The boys waved goodbye before following Seijūrō towards the store, where they picked up snacks, items that were easily cooked and plenty to drink for the lot of them. It was a considerable hoard and with no car to take for themselves to lug it all, they would need to pack several large duffels, along with their clothes and bedding and cart it all to the cabin on the bus.
Their arms loaded with groceries, the boys got home and set it all on the counter, where Shintarō and Atsushi started to pack it into the food duffels. Between the two of them, they had packed for the five others, filling their bags for the long weekend and setting them down in the middle of the apartment and neatly piled into a pyramid.
"Did you pack the radios and the speaker?" Seijūrō asked as he pulled off his uniform sweater and loosened his tie.
Shintarō nodded, "Yes. They're in your bag." He said, pointing to the bright red duffel on the bottom of the stack.
"What about bathroom stuff?" Taiga asked, pulling his twin colored crimson duffel from the pile and opening the zipper to give things a quick look.
"No! Why the hell would I pack your bathroom kit? It's bad enough packing your underwear!" Shintarō reeled with a gentle blush shading his cheeks.
"You didn't try them on did you?" Taiga snickered, rather enjoying rattling the green-haired boy's nerves even more.
Shintarō's entire face was beat red, "N-N-N-No! W-Why would anyone do that? What's wrong with you!"
Taiga and Daiki both chuckled at just how disheveled Shintarō was with the whole thing as they resumed their packing, making sure that they had everything they needed, plus a little extra just in case. They had clothes, bath kits, food and water, sodas, teas and even sports drinks to accompany the monstrous amounts of food. The radios were packed and while Seijūrō picked up the GPS from his nightstand, the others strapped on their large packs and clipped thigh bags to their legs. Everything was ready to go and after getting Shintarō and Atsushi into their harnesses, all they had to do, was head out the door.
Their apartment locked, the seven boys marched down the stairs and out into the mid-afternoon sun, loaded with their long weekend's worth of things. They made it to the bus stop just in time to climb on, and much like they always did, they sat in silence and watched the others around them. No one gave them more than short glances before going about their business without a care. Everyone was at peace and when the bus hissed and started towards the edge of the city, the boys finally began to feel relief.
Soon, they would be free.
Daiki: Woohoo! First episode down! Now I can take a nap.
Taiga: Got your lines memorized for the next episode?
Daiki: (Glares) Yes! I'll be fine!
Tetsuya: Just make sure you're ready. Lycanwolff-kun is paying us a lot of money to work.
Ryōta: Well yeah, I mean, we needed jobs after the show ended. What better way to earn cash than by doing another gig?
Atsushi: I needed money for snacks. Lycan-Chin pays, therefore, I work.
Shintarō: You mean you work for more than just candy?
Atsushi: I'll crush you, Mido-Chin.
Seijūrō: I promise all of you watching, that we're actually grateful for the work.
Lycanwolff: See you soon for Episode 2! Thanks for watching!