Rain poured like a waterfall that evening. He didn't care much about being drenched though. Aomine walked slowly down the empty and poorly lit street, leaning on buildings' walls from time to time. Gritting his teeth and letting out small sounds of pain, he gripped his left side stronger. He'd been foolish. He did mistakes, so he had to face consequences. There was no one else at fault but himself.

After all, it was his crazy idea to go right into enemy's claws only with a bunch of guys. They were clearly outnumbered. He had the luck to escape alive at least, thing which he couldn't say about others. Don't get him wrong, he felt the guilt. Even if he was almost always a grumpy asshole, these guys accepted him the way he was, trusting him completely, even with their lives. He couldn't bring the dead back – he was no god, but he could make it worth their lives. And for that, he had to come back alive.

'Easier to say than to do…' he thought and collapsed on the cold, wet pavement. He leaned on the wall of the building he fell in front of, his breath becoming shorter and his vision blurring to the point he couldn't see his own hands.

'Shit… I lost too much blood. Fuck… this is bad.' He cursed mentally, struggling to stand up, but after two unsuccessful tries, he eventually gave up on getting on his feet. Perhaps, this was his limit. He started to feel numb, the cold rain making him senseless to the pain he felt earlier.

Aomine fumbled with his pack of cigarettes, in hope to get one last smoke, but the fate is such a bitch, and wouldn't let him have at least that, of course. He chuckled humorlessly, closing his eyes and then opening them lazily again, blinking few times to focus them on something.

Blood mixed with the crystal clear water, coloring it in an instant in a beautiful shade of crimson. Just like the eyes of the stranger he was currently looking at.

"God, man, you were shot." the redhead said, dropping his umbrella and hurrying to his side. He seemed to examine the wound for a moment, a curse left his lips and he bit on the bottom one hard enough to draw blood when he saw Aomine's gun.

"Oh, fuck. Mom told me I'll get killed someday because of my quirks." he mumbled under his breath before helping Aomine to get on his feet, and dragging him to the back of the building they were in front of.

Aomine felt that his consciousness was fading with every step he took, supported greatly by this man, who was pretty strong, because Aomine was no weakling himself.

The moment they entered, Aomine was no longer awake.


Kagami was just getting back from work when he almost stumbled upon a corpse in the front of his apartment building. Or better said, his second workplace. During the day, he was your common doctor, who prescribes pills from flu and gives candies to crybabies. However, the moment he stepped out of the hospital, he was no longer your ordinary goody two-shoes. He worked as a doctor for underground organizations as well. Got shot? Stabbed? Call Kagami and he'll patch your wounds faster than any other surgeon in the city.

Who dragged him in there? Surprisingly, no one. He didn't even remember why and when he started doing this.

Perhaps, if he had to think of a reason, he'd say that it surely wasn't for the big money he got paid with after stitching a new patient. It was more personal, if he could put it that way.

The adrenaline of the thrilling feel that he was in danger… he was totally fucked up by that. Maybe he wasn't entirely sane? He really couldn't say anything about his sanity, seriously. Especially after picking up this random guy from the street.

Was it because of his twisted mind or was it because the man was dying? Was it because he didn't want unnecessary attention of the police nearby his work point or was it because of those dead, cold eyes and the resigned, sad smile on those purple lips?

He let his mind wander as he performed one of most difficult surgeries in his entire career. He'd be glad to have some assistants by his side in such situations, but he couldn't afford such luxuries, if he didn't want to be caught, that is.

As he kept fighting for the life of this man, the thought of having to hide a body seemed much more troublesome and didn't let him give in. After the longest five hours in his entire life, he finally was able to breathe calmly.

Everything he had to do now was to wait and hope that he did all he could to save both of their lives.


All Aomine could feel was that his whole body was on fire and it was hard to breathe. However, as a cold but gentle hand landed on his forehead from time to time, his trembling stopped and his breath became steady again. He didn't know whose hand was that, but he surely knew that their touch made him feel better. So, he naturally craved for it.


Three long days passed, but the man didn't wake up yet. Kagami was getting worried. He even skipped work at hospital, making up some excuses, so no one would get suspicious of him missing out of blue. He hoped it would finish soon, and judging by man's stats, it was going to.


Aomine cracked an eye open, before opening both and blinking few times. The room was dimly lit, but he could recognize that he surely wasn't in a hospital one. He tried to move and an enormous pain shot through his entire body, making him hiss. He didn't move for a while, before trying again and again, until his body got accustomed with that maddening pain.

Eventually, he could get somehow up, his knees buckling whenever he took a step forward. He tried to recall what happened to him and yes, he remembered losing his subordinates, getting shot and sitting in the rain and dying… And those crimson eyes, staring down at him, neither cold nor warm, with an unreadable glint in them.

He passed by a table and grabbed something really similar to a scalpel. Not having any idea of where he was, who saved him and for what reason, made him act defensively. Did those guys go that far to just get information out of him? That would be kind of foolish, no matter how you look at it, so who in the world did that for him?

A small noise from somewhere next to the room made Aomine stop in his tracks for a moment before he stepped forward, making his way out into a hallway which was leading into another room, with brighter lights. After blinking and adjusting his eyes with the light, he observed that the room he was currently in was a kitchen and there was a dude in briefs, humming and cooking something, which smelled pretty nice, if you'd ask him.

However he had no time to keep staring. Aomine made two steps forward and trapped the man, bringing the scalpel to his neck.

"Who are you and where am I?" Aomine asked, his voice still kind of hoarse.

He expected some struggle, screaming, begging, anything, really, but this man wasn't giving any reaction at all.

"So, you're finally up?" he said, not moving. "If you can walk on your own, I would appreciate if you leave this place."

Aomine was kind of taken aback, but recovered quickly. He gritted his teeth and pressed the blade onto the man's skin, drawing blood "I asked you some questions."

The redhead made a weird sound, which was awfully similar to a moan.

"If…" he breathed out "you'll keep doing that, it will get really bad."

"Are you sure you're in the position to threaten me?" Aomine growled in his ear.

Aomine could practically hear the other rolling his eyes "Not that, idiot. You'd better look at my crotch."

Aomine's eyes followed the shapes of other's body and when it landed on redhead's front, his eyes widened and he made a surprised sound.

The man used that little opening to head-butt him, steal his knife and turn their positions around, gripping Aomine's wrists to keep his hands behind his back and bending his body over the table.

"Let me go, or I swear I'll fucking kill you!" Aomine yelled, struggling to get free as much as his injured body allowed him to.

The redhead hummed softly behind him "I wouldn't mind you killing me, but not that way." He pressed his growing erection between Aomine's buttocks and that felt something like electricity running through him. "If you're going to kill me, do it the way I like."

"Are…" Aomine gulped, then hissed, looking over his shoulder, blue eyes sparkling with anger "are you insane?"

The redhead's eyes narrowed and he smirked, running his tongue over his full lips "Maybe."