I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!
Hi~ Eren here and I'm sorry everyone, I'm such a terrible person. I've completely dropped everything and disappeared off the face of the earth… oh well hi!
I'm still not back for good, that requires one more week, however, I do have a little GoM story for the ones who are willing to read and enjoy it. Well, more like a collection since I really can't handle starting anymore set stories and not being able to update them until like two month later. No, it doesn't work like that at all.
Anyway, that little thing aside, please enjoy me taking out my stress on pretty little Kise here~!
Kagami groaned as Aomine grazed his teeth against his ear, his longer than usual (has anyone else noticed this?!) canines biting greedily at the appendage. The red haired male glared slightly at his attacker, snorting at the lusty look in the panther's eyes before glancing towards the television once more.
He had simply been watching some action movie on the channel and the couch was rather comfy so he decided that he wasn't going to get up, after all boarding in a house where the entire Generation of Miracles lived was a very tiring experience, what with Midorima's OCD and constant buying off lucky items, Akashi's ridiculous mood swings that constantly switched from homicidal to sparkly and changed so quickly that it was terrifying to have to guess which mood he was in at that point, Aomine's ridiculous libido, Murasakibara's unwillingness to do… anything and Kise's quirky habits (seriously, NO ONE goes all the way to Italy to bring back boxed pasta). Kagami supposed that he should be honoured that such amazing players accepted him into their personal circle but it was a bit too much, honestly.
Aomine was trailing his hands down his chest and Kagami was just about done with this, he just wanted to watch Vin Diesel face off against Dwayne Johnson and probably hope that they make-out or something. He bucked harshly, throwing Aomine off balance a bit before kicking out with his feet and, in the process of successfully getting his aggressor off, also succeeded in sending his through the coffee table.
The glass coffee table.
And he was now a dead man.
Shit.
Aomine looked shocked, it was obvious that the glass hadn't hurt him apart from a few shards here and there, but he was wide-eyed and staring straight at Kagami. There were a couple moments of silence before Aomine's shocked features slowly curled into something that was the cross between undeniably satisfied and incredibly amused. He got off of the spot on the floor he had been lying in and dusted the small shards and debris that clung to his black shirt before navigating himself through the shards and resting his hand against Kagami's shoulder and smirking widely, "You know you're screwed now, right?"
The tiger made a vague sound of understanding in the back of his throat, a cross between a low whine and an exasperated breath that described pretty accurately what was going through Kagami's mind. Dark maroon eyes stared at the table as if wanting to will the pieces of the table back together with telepathy that wasn't existent. He acknowledged what Aomine had said. Before completely understanding what the ganguro had whispered to him.
His eyes narrowed, "It wasn't my fault! It was yours; you were the one that fell through the table!"
Aomine raised an eyebrow before the hand that was on Kagami's shirt was twisting and pulling him into the taller man's space. They were a hair's breath away from each other and Aomine was scowling, "What the hell do you mean 'my fault'?"
Kagami smiled nervously, "You're the one that tried to molest me on the couch. If you had come and sat down quietly, none of this would've happened."
Aomine looked mad now, "Yeah? That doesn't matter. In the end, you were the punk that threw me through the table."
"It was an accident!"
"You still did it!"
Kagami groaned and ran a hand through his hair before his eyes widened with fear and understanding, "We're screwed Aomine! Not just me and not just you, you think Akashi cares about any of that blame shit?! He's gonna skin us and hang us over his fireplace and…"
Aomine groaned and swiftly moved towards the nearest wall clenching his fist and getting into position to punch it spurring Kagami to yell at him to stop causing collateral damage and that they definitely didn't need to add a dent to the wall on their list of entertainment room sins.
Aomine curled onto the floor and put his head between his knees, mimicking the foetal position, "Why the fuck did you kick me off of the couch, huh? I just finished healing from that last tantrum and now he's gonna do it again and I should've told Kagami that I loved him and I should've told Satsuki that her boobs were always the best…"
After the Satsuki line Kagami slapped him, "Listen! We need to get moving! Let's grab our passports and head to the immigration office! From here on out you're Christian Grey and I'm Charles Grey, I'll go get my-"
"I'm back everyone. Kurokocchi, I brought back that box set you wanted."
Aomine and Kagami looked at each other briefly before twin Cheshire grins fell upon their faces, "Kise, we're in here!"
The blonde pilot made his way comfortably to the entertainment room, the loud suitcase rolling loudly against the tiled floors giving him away. He walked through the doorway before stopping to smile at the only two inhabitants of the room, "Where's everyone else?"
Aomine stood in front of the broken mess while Kagami spoke to the rather tired and jet-lagged blonde. "Kuroko, Murasakibara and Akashi are at work, Midorima is out shopping. Welcome back, wanna watch a movie?"
The droopy blonde smiled tiredly before shaking his head, "Nah, I'm going to go sleep. It's been a while since I slept in a people's bed."
Kise looked down at his feet and noticed a large shard and picked it up holding it to the window light, he didn't hear the subtle clicking of a camera behind him as he moved towards the broken table, glass crunching under his sneakers and he moved toward the half-broken frame of the coffee table. He groaned and put the shard down before looking exasperatedly back at the two culprits, who looked rather pleased with themselves, "Akashicchi is going to kill the both of you, Aominecchi, Kagamicchi do I even want to… you know what, I'm going to sleep, I'm too tired for this. Good night and good luck."
As Kise walked slowly out of the room he turned around and glared at Kagami and Aomine, the temperature lowering ever so slightly as the blonde scowled, "And sweep it up. You'll kill someone."
The door closed and Kagami leaned over to Aomine ever so slightly, "Remind me to don't piss him off. Ever."
Later that night, Kise Ryouta found himself being woken up rather violently from bed and to the face of one, extremely pissed off Akashi Seijuurou.
"Akashicchi… what's wrong…?"
The heterochromic male held up a small phone screen that showed Kise holding up a shard in front of a broken table with a shocked expression on his face.
"Care to explain what this is, Ryouta?"
The blonde growled in the back of his throat, "The broken coffee table."
Akashi pushed the screen into his face, "Really, so much collateral damage one your first day back? Missed me that much, huh?"
Kise groaned and ran a hand through his hair, "Listen, Akashicchi, I have a really good explanation for this, just… let me sleep. Please?"
Amber eyes glinted slightly before he snorted, "Very well, you shall have a grace period of seven hours. I will return with Shintarou at the end of said grace period."
Kise nodded and pinched the bridge of his nose before spotting a speck of bright blood crimson hair from his doorway. And it wasn't Akashi.
Aomine groaned as he held his pillow to his body while Kagami paced around their bedroom.
"Do you think it worked?"
Kagami was about to reply when a small note slipped into the room from underneath the door. The red head stopped before slowly moving towards the door to retrieve the piece of electric yellow stencil paper.
He opened it up before promptly squeaking and throwing it to Aomine. The bluenette read it before cursing his luck. Kagami looked at Aomine, "We're screwed, Ahomine! What are we gonna do?!"
The blue eyed male stretched across the bed and grabbed the car keys and sunglasses that lay on the bedside table. He placed the sunglasses on and stretched his neck and feet before swiftly picking up his leather coat.
"Who's 'Ahomine' my name is Christian."