Disclaimer: I in no way own Kuroko no basket...if i did...yaoi, everywhere but still i don't own it and i don't profit from this in any way.

the biting scent of paint wafter through the summer air, flecks drifting off while the rest sticks to the cool surface of a wall, creating the last edges of a rather fierce looking tiger wrestling a snarling panther. Admiring his work the artist swiped the back of his hand across his forehead, a pleased smile on his face as he took it in. his ears twitched as they picked up the faint sound of sirens, cursing under his breath the artist grabbed up his spray cans and booked it like the seasoned vandal he was.

The sirens were getting louder, closing in, he had an inkling of who those sirens belonged to but not like he was going to find out. Not this time. With a fierce determination the lanky man slipped through the alleyways with ease. He was sure he was scot free until he burst into the street and nearly was ran over in the process by the very thing he was running from.

"Shit.."

Clucking his tongue the young man looked up from his spot now on the pavement, irritation clearly showing on his face as the cars door opened and a tall broad shouldered man stepped out, tan hands placed on his hips and trademark scowl in place though it looked darker with the police cap shadowing his features.

"Daichi, didn't I just arrest you the other day?"

The older man gave him an exasperated sigh, pulling off his hat to rub at his head. Rolling his eyes the younger stood and pushed his hands into his pockets, golden eyes filled with slight amusement now.

"Getting tired of our meetings old man?"

Tch. He could almost hear the cop grumbling about being old or whatnot but he wasn't paying attention, he'd heard it all before over and over. He drowned out whatever the man was saying until something perked his attention.

"Are you still going to practice?"

It was his turn to grumble, he refused to answer and simply turned around, walking towards home with his head down and attitude up.

"HEY! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST YOU PUNK, GET BACK HERE!"

That made him smile, turning his head enough to look at the cop he smiled, cheeks lighting with amusement.

"Come and Catch me, Aomine"

With that he the artist disappeared in a flash, those yellow eyes burned into Aomine's brain making his eyes twitch at the cheeky expression, tongue fully out, taunting the cop so brazenly.

"Just you wait kid, I'm still your godfather after all."