"Your call has been forwarded to an automated voice message system Aomine Daiki is not available. Please leave your message after the voicemail, thank you very much. 'Ahhh, Aomine here, I'm a bit busy right now, I'll call back some time later. And if you're Tanaka-san, stop bugging me with your lost car keys, ain't my fault.'". *beep*
"Ahhh, Aominecch—"
Ehh, Kise?
"Aomine-san, I've managed to get your number from your parents. Ehehe. So how you are you doing?"
Tch.
"I've heard you took up Criminology. That's nice, now isn't?"
Not that you care.
'Oi, Kise, we've got to go!' "Ahhh, yes, Captain! Just a minute! Ahhh let's save the chit chat for later, you see, Momoicchi…she…she came back from the States…I ran into her at the airport the last day."
S-Satsuki…? She's back.
"I was thinking if maybe you wanted to meet up with us, I already contacted Kurokocchi, but he's still busy to answer, but it'll be nice to—" 'Kise! We're leaving! You just have to call someone a minute before your flight!' "Wahh, Captain, I'm coming! So call back Aominecchi, I mean, Aomine-san!"
*beep*
Aomine groaned for the nth time after the voicemail. After all, he didn't expect for Kise to suddenly leave a damn message at the middle of the night. And he certainly didn't expect the news that his childhood friend came back after years of almost no contact with each other. It's not that he does want to see his old friends again, he sees it as a pain in the ass to drag his body to a certain meeting place or something and talk about good old times pretending that nothing ever happened.
But there is a place deep inside his heart that he really, really, wants to see his childhood friend.
He almost can't remember how peach her hair color is, or how her bright pinks eyes would lit up every single time she sees him back then, or how her voice sounds whenever she would act like a mother-hen and lecture him, or how she smells like, he always have loved that particular sweet perfume that she uses every day.
And he can't remember that last time she called her name.
Now I'm getting emotional as fuck.
He helped himself up from his bed, throwing away all the cluttered sheets and pillow. He made his way towards the low fridge and grabbed a can of cold beer. He averted his dead gaze towards that sole picture frame hanged in his wall together with the unpaid bills, receipts and grocery coupons.
A photograph from about many years ago, when he was still a lively young boy at the age of seven, all sweaty and muddy, his knee plastered with a band-aid, carrying that toothy grin.
Beside him was his beloved childhood friend, wearing that ridiculous summer hat, and a fresh white dress.
He sighed at the memory. What the fuck happened, Satsuki?
He asked himself though he knows the answer very well.
He didn't ask for it to happen, it just did. Sometime after a bitter confrontation with his old team mates they made their ways away from each other; including him. Aside from Tetsu, Satsuki and Kise who remained in touch with each other after graduating, he flew away from all the shit he had and lived alone nearby the university he went.
Those idiots. He would always tell the trio. Many times that they would try to visit him and encourage him to at least spare some time to talk for a while, but all they got was a grumpy "Stop pestering me." and a closed door on their faces.
Eventually they gave up, not until one night a light knock woke him from his cozy nap.
"Ehhh, who is it? " He grunted as he made his way to his door.
"Dai-chan…"
"Satsuki?"
He held the metal doorknob but didn't open it.
"You don't have to open up." Her voice sounded tired.
"What the hell do you want? I told you, I'm never in the mood to hang out with you or Kis—"
"I'm leaving."
"…"
"Huh?" He squinted his eyes and placed his hear against the door.
"I'm leaving with my parents this week, we're moving to America."
His pulse stopped for a moment and he felt his cheeks heat up.
"I…I just wanted to let you know, because maybe next week you might suddenly feel like treating me some sundae, and I won't be the one who'll answer the door." She laughed lightly as her voice shuddered.
He felt his whole body tensed, and suddenly he felt dizzy and his eyes were welled up.
"D-Dai-chan… Goodby…no, t-thank you." He sensed her muffled words. He gripped the doorknob tighter at the word "thank you".
After a minute more of cold silence and hesitation, he swallowed all his pride and opened up his door.
But, he found no peach head outside. He didn't felt a warm glomp. He didn't catch her sweet perfume. He didn't hear any shrilled voice. He didn't see any Satsuki.
And that's when he realized. I am such a retarded asshole.
He didn't even stomach sending her away, after all the invitations from Kise and Tetsu. He didn't respond to her letters, his parents were the one who received all mail and they tried to pass it to their son but he never looked at it.
He sets down the barely touched can of beer and takes the frame. That strange feeling of dizziness and tension came back to him.
She's coming back. After ten long years, he still doesn't know if he's ever ready to face her again. He still doesn't know if he can now open up his door and let her in.
Pardon all cusses!
Hnnngggg I really like Aomine in angst especially regarding his beloved Satsuki. I'm 3000% sure that he's a real softie when it comes to her, and it's fun to see him all broken and in despair for getting some shit against her/sadist.
Anyways, thank you for the follows, fave and the first reviews, I really appreciate for you guys taking your time to read this ^q^
