Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke
Title: You and me right now
Pairing: Daiki Aomine, Ryouta Kise
Summary: Is there anything worse than falling in love with someone that is slightly homophobic? Kise is well aware, but he can't stop his feelings for Aomine. What will happen when he confesses to him? Aomine/Kise/ Miragen!fic
Chapter three
The weekend came in the blink of an eye, and as promised, Akashi had picked all of the G.O.M up on time. Kise was hyper and anxious at the same time. The way to the club in Akashi's private car was rather frantic.
It was with great difficulty that everyone managed to find a black suit and tie to wear. After all, it wasn't every day that they had the occasion to wear such elegant attires.
Midorima looked slightly different though. It was expected from someone like him obsessed with horoscopes and weird lucky items.
"What is that frog, Midorimacchi?" Kise asked, noticing the odd item in Midorima's hands. In real, Kise had been trying to avoid looking at Aomine. Whenever his eyes met the dark blue ones of the ace, he felt heat spreading all over his body. Kise could not deny that Aomine looked damn sexy in a suit. It didn't help that since Aomine had got in the car had been fumbling with his tie trying to loosen it. This, needless to say, made Kise feel awkward in a way.
"Don't be stupid." Midorima retorted, looking slightly offended. "This is not a mere frog."
"It isn't?" Kise asked with a stupid look on his face, not comprehending what the green haired teen meant.
"Well, looks just a frog to me." Aomine intruded into their conversation as he continued to mess up with his tie.
Kise looked at Aomine exasperated. The way he tried to fix his tie was totally wrong, reason why he decided to intervene.
"Hah! Aominecchi, that's enough"
Aomine rolled his eyes.
"What?" he said, as he saw Kise's hand reach for his tie and pull him strongly towards him in a swift motion.
"Here, let me fix it for you" Kise said simply, and Aomine seemed not to have any qualms about it. He seriously was hopeless about this kind of things, so he let Kise do the job willingly.
They both looked so cute that an inappropriate comment unconsciously slipped from Kuroko's mouth, "You look just like a married couple." The phantom said bluntly.
Kise's cheeks grew a shade redder and he couldn't utter a single word. Aomine, instead, shot back angrily,
"Tetsu, you have been playing with fire all week."
"Oh, I am sorry Aomine kun, I just said what I thought, "was Kuroko's straightforward reply to which Aomine tched before going back to fumble with his tie as to hide his own embarrassment.
Akashi, who had been looking at the scene with discreet eyes, seemed more than pleased. He was sure this day would have turned out just as he had planned. At least that was what he hoped for.
"Akachin, are we there yet? I am getting hungry" drawled Murasakibara as the car finally came to a halt. Akashi put on one of his best smiles "We are indeed" he said as he threw the door of the limo open.
The building, which looked in no way off putting, stood in front of them in all of its glory. They all remained there in silence for a moment, mesmerized by the colourful lights and loud chattering that could be heard in the distance.
"I am sure they have nice food there" Murasakibara commented. Oddly enough he wasn't chewing on anything, but nonetheless his teammates gave him a peeved look for the umpteenth time that day.
Akashi looked at Midorima pointedly instead, "Shintarou" he called out.
"I don't think it is necessary that you bring that frog with you. Such objects are usually not allowed in clubs."
"As I already said, this is not a mere frog," Midorima retorted, pushing up his specs, "it's my lucky item for today. Everything is going to be all right until I have this with me."
"Shintarou" Akashi called out to him again; the tone of his voice was harsher this time.
"I am pretty sure my personal driver will take care of it as we enjoy ourselves in the club."
Midorima, although begrudgingly, surrendered his lucky item to the driver, as Akashi motioned to the man to take it into custody.
"Well then," Akashi said, looking towards the entrance, "let's get going."
The check at the entrance of the club was easier than expected. In other circumstances teenagers like them were in no way allowed inside a club, but since everything had been managed by Kise's manager from his modelling job, it was a no-brainer to get in.
They got in with Akashi leading the way. The inside of the club was even livelier than it seemed from the outside. Squared tables and comfy looking sofas were packed with men talking, laughing and drinking. Aomine shrieked mentally. What was he even doing here?!
A member of the staff headed towards them, leading them to a table positioned right in front of the bar. A group of men looked up curiously at them as they passed by, conversation only resuming when they were well beyond them.
They all took their seat. Kise sat between Aomine and Akashi, Kuroko, Midorima and Murasakibara sat in front of them.
"Wow!" Kuroko exclaimed, "This place is really something, Kise kun."
Kise lightened up at Kuroko's comment," It is, right?" He was ecstatic too when his manager first showed him the place.
"Well, I never been in a club, but this is really a high class place, Kise kun." Kuroko said calmly, directing his stare to Aomine soon after, "Isn't that right, Aomine kun?"
It was beyond Aomine's comprehension why the light blue haired boy had asked for his opinion, and so the ace simply shrugged it off with a "Yeah, right."
Kise felt a familiar tightening in his gut, like a cold twist of guilt. Maybe Aomine didn't really want to come. Maybe forcing him was not the best choice. Maybe things were just not right this way. He lowered his gaze on the table, sighing.
After a short period of time, a waiter finally approached the table and asked them for their orders. And Kise was quick to order.
"Two shots of vodka for me, please" He asked the waiter politely, and rather calmly, as if he were ordering simple water.
Midorima brought a hand on his mouth and coughed a couple of times to gain Kise's attention,
"Even though today is your birthday and we are celebrating it in a club," the bespectacled teen said with a grave tone, "I remind you we are still middle schoolers. Therefore you shouldn't drink vodka, that kind of drink is really strong."
Kise shifted on his seat. It was complicated how someone as cold and reserved as Midorima, could worry about his well-being. The boy was a loner and interacted with others only if strictly necessary. But Kise knew that the shooter of the generation of miracles was in truth a reliable and good person.
"Don't worry, Midorimacchi" Kise reassured him with a smile, "I am not going to get drunk with just that."
Upon hearing Kise's reply, Midorima did just what he did best, replying coldly,
"Well, even if you were to get drunk it wouldn't be any of my business." He said with a detached expression.
Kise pouted, he was almost going to retort when Akashi intervened, cutting both the boys off.
"Let's take it easy." he scolded them, "The waiter is still waiting for our orders," and indeed the waiter was still standing with a big smile on his face as he waited for them to order.
After everyone had quickly skimmed through the list of drinks, which had the most ridiculous perverted names, and ordered that which most suited their taste, it was only a matter of seconds before the same waiter came back with a tray full of drinks.
Aomine watched carefully as his drink was rested in front of him, and that sparked Kise's curiosity.
"What did you order, Aominecchi?" The blonde model asked cheerfully, rather intrigued by the yellowish colour of Aomine's drink.
"None of your business, pretty boy" Aomine taunted with a smirk. Kise frowned, displeasure shown on his features.
"Don't worry, Kise kun" Kuroko suddenly chimed in, his expression as blank as ever "Aomine kun is just shy, so he ordered a drink of a colour that resembles you"
"Eh?" Kise and Aomine said in unison, looking like complete idiots. It took a while for the words to sink in, and when they did, Kise remained silent as his face flushed, thinking about the implication of Kuroko's words, while Aomine glowered at the phantom.
"Say Tetsu, from where did that bullshit come from?"
"Well, your drink is yellow, Aomine kun" Kuroko said innocently, as if that was a valid explanation, Aomine grew even angrier by the second, wondering why his shadow didn't use his misdirections to disappear.
Before he could retort though, Akashi promptly warned them to keep quiet since they were in a public place.
Still embarrassed, Kise drank his first shot of vodka. The dry liquid burnt his throat, leaving a bitter taste that forced him to exhale deeply.
"Hey, hey" Aomine shouted into Kise's ears, "Go easy with that."
"It's Ryouta's birthday, Daiki" Akashi said with an unreadable expression, "it's ok to let him do what he wants for today."
Aomine scoffed. It wasn't like he cared if Kise got drunk. Actually he didn't care at all, or so he thought.
"Tch, whatever then." He said as he took a sip of his drink, a scowl clearly visible on his face.
"Ha! Kurokocchi," Kise drawled, now that he had drunk the second shot of vodka, "is that a vanilla shake you are drinking?"
"Hm, yes" Kuroko replied, looking disinterested, though within his void expression there was a hint of hidden happiness. Kuroko loved vanilla shake to an extent after all. "But there's some alcohol in it. Honestly I didn't expect it to be so tasty." He added with more than delighted tone that betrayed his hollow expression.
Suddenly Midorima shrieked, looking at Murasakibara who was sitting next to him.
"I can't believe you ordered food," he said, directing his gaze over the dish full of crispy chips that the purple haired boy had ordered.
"Want one, Midochin?" Murasakibara said jokingly as he stretched his hand to offer him a potato chip, only to withdraw it and plop the chip into his mouth instead. Midorima just decided to ignore his teammate's antics.
Ticked off by the entire situation, Aomine forthwith stood up from his seat, eliciting a sudden reaction from Akashi.
"Where are you going, Daiki?" Akashi asked inquisitively, arching a brow.
Aomine's reply was a harsh one because he well knew that his captain's question meant rather something else like 'if you are even thinking about leaving then you are wrong, Daiki.'
"Just going to the toilet," he scowled, "or do you want me to poop here?"
"That's disgusting, Minechin, I am eating" Murasakibara said, spurting out the potato chip he was chewing in utter disgust.
"Whatever," Aomine huffed before giving Akashi a pointed look, which the latter returned sharply. He then walked briskly towards the loos. Kise disheartened looked at Aomine until he disappeared behind the door.
After a few minutes, when Aomine backed to the table, he noticed that Kise wasn't there anymore. Standing in front of his seat, his blue eyes gingerly started looking for the blonde to see if he could catch a glimpse of him. This was until Kuroko interjected, noticing his worried expression.
"Aomine kun," he called out, forcing Aomine to focus his attention on him, "if you are looking for Kise kun, he is at the bar." The phantom said simply, pointing towards the bar where effectively Kise sat in one of the stools drinking more shots of vodka.
"That idiot" Aomine rolled his eyes in unmitigated disgruntlement. He was about to head toward the bar with the clear intention of bringing Kise back to the table. And he would have done just that, if it weren't for Akashi, who stopped him from doing so.
"It's ok, Daiki," Akashi said firmly, "we can watch him from here"
Aomine didn't seem to take Akashi's suggestion wholeheartedly, but he did as he asked, just for the sake to avoid another verbal clash.
Kise was drinking his third shot of vodka by now, but it wasn't like he was drunk if anything he was just a little merry.
"Excuse me? Is this stool free?"
Surprised, Kise looked up from his glass just to meet the figure of a huge, fat man in a black and white striped suit, who stared at him with a lopsided grin that made him shiver.
"What?" Kise replied baffled, thinking that maybe the man wanted to remove the stool, but said man just surprised him more when, without further ado, sat next to him, placing a large glass of beer on the counter and outstretching a hand towards him.
"I'm Narita, nice to meet you"
Kise could smell alcohol in his breath, and his first impulse was to draw back from him. He didn't even return his name but the man continued unperturbed as if that were an invite.
"I'm here with my friends," he said, nodding to the table of men Kise had passed with the others onto their way into the club, "I hope you don't mind me joining you?"
Kise did mind. He did mind enormously. However, with the weariness of the alcohol leaning on his shoulder Kise semi-cold approach to strangers failed entirely. It was crystal clear that the man was blatantly trying to hit on him.
"So" Narita said, taking Kise's silence as encouragement, "what's your name?"
Kise picked up his glass and swallowed in one go what was left of his drink. The man raised his hands in the air "Wow! Easy kid, that thing is strong. How old are you?"
Kise seemed a little mortified at the insinuation about his age. "I'm sixteen" he replied with a whisper, which the man took as an excuse to scoot closer to him.
"Sixteen, uh? Aren't you a little young for a place like this, kid?"
'Aren't you a little too old to hit on a teenager, you disgusting pig?'
Those were the words that Kise would have liked to say to him, but he refrained from such stupid approach to not create an unwanted ruckus.
"It's my birthday today" Kise said instead.
The man clasped both his hands and exclaimed, "Oh! We have to celebrate it then" he motioned to the bartender, "other two shot of vodka for the kid."
Kise didn't appreciate the fact that the man was taking confidence with him, neither the way he addressed him calling him sarcastically, 'kid'. He was aware he was still a kid, but there was something about the man's tone that irritated him deeply. Despite that though, Kise accepted the man's offer, ignoring that his teammates were looking at him with shocked yet attentive eyes.
"So tell me," the man motioned with his hand.
"Kise, Kise Ryouta" Kise replied plainly, understanding that the man was asking for his name again.
So tell me, Ryouta" The name rolled off his tongue in a lascivious way, Kise flustered at being called by his given name by a total stranger. He didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.
"What a young boy like you is doing here?" the man continued.
"I came with some friends." Kise cut short
"Oh, really?" the man said as if he didn't know already, giving a quick glance to the table where Kise had been sitting.
"Then tell me" he went on with a lopsided grin, "is that dark skinned boy, who keeps looking at us your boyfriend?"
Kise screeched on his stool as he turned towards the table and his eyes met with Aomine's. The boy's expression was contorted. Aomine was ready to burst at any moment. After a few seconds of eye contact with him, Kise turned back to the man with surprised eyes.
"Why of all people sitting at that table you thought he was my boyfriend?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
The man shrugged, giving an obvious reply.
"Well, among them, he seems the only one who's ready to murder me. How do I say this?" he paused "He looks jealous."
Kise mentally laughed. It was impossible that Aomine was jealous, if anything, knowing Aomine and his homophobia, the boy probably felt just disgust.
"That's not it" Kise denied discouraged.
"Good to hear then," the man's voice lowered to a sneaky whisper. "There are things I'd like to do to you which I couldn't if you were to have a boyfriend."
As much as Kise was disgusted by the man's words, he kept playing along, well aware that Aomine was still looking at them.
"And what that would be?"
The man inched slightly forward toward him and whispered into his ear, "I'd know how to make you scream like a little bitch in the bed"
His words full of lust made Kise flinch. The man's short and clammy fingers moved down on his own crotch to make the point of his words. Kise wanted to puke, he felt even more disgusted from the man's action.
"That's enough" A harsh voice, which Kise well knew, resounded loudly from behind his back. Kise perked up from his seat unsteadily,
"Aominecchi" he exclaimed, feigning surprise.
"We are going back to our table, Kise." Aomine grunted, as to warn him to get back to the table immediately if he didn't want him to drag him by force.
"Eeeh?" Kise drawled, "I don't want to, you are no fun Aominecchi."
"Kise" Aomine called his name with a feral growl this time.
"Oh! Is Aominecchi going to use violence on me?" Kise said with a slur as he tried to balance himself on his feet but to no avail.
Aomine clenched his teeth in anger. Patience was not one of his virtues.
"You are going back to the table with me, now" Aomine gave his ultimatum.
"Make me" Kise gave his, looking at him challengingly. It seemed like the shots of vodka he had drunk earlier gave him courage.
"Hey, hey" The man interrupted the two teens, "You forgot about me?!"
Aomine gave the man such a devious look that sent him scamper off in fear, and that elicited Kise's unpleased reaction.
"What have you done, Aominecchi?" he cried out, still staggering on his feet, "you have ruined my fun."
"What part of that was fun? You, dumbass."
"Aominecchi has no right to say that to me."
Aomine brought his hand on his forehead. He was starting to have something of a headache. Having to deal with Kise's childish attitude was one thing, but having to deal with him when drunk was entirely different. So he tried to approach the matter differently, keeping in mind Kise's drunken state.
"Look, Kise" he sighed, "they are going to serve your birthday cake soon" he made a long pause giving him a meaningful look "and you don't want Murasakibara to eat it all by himself, right?"
Kise seemed to think it over, and Aomine just took the opportunity to take him by his wrist and drag him back as Kise followed him suit with no struggles. Aomine muttered something about how simple a drunk's mind was.
"You made it, Daiki" Akashi smirked at the two boys as they took their seats. Kise didn't say a word, though his silence didn't last for long. Kuroko, who usually was expressionless, seemed worried and Midorima felt like something was about to go wrong.
"I don't understand" Kise finally spoke, his voice was still slurred but somehow it gave off serious vibes.
Akashi, sniffing off the danger, intervened readily.
"Ryouta, of course you don't. You are a bit drunk after all."
"I don't understand" Kise repeated, completely ignoring Akashi's words. Usually Kise would go with anything Akashi said, but not this time, not this moment. Kise had had enough.
A waiter came bringing with him a round cake, and the tension seemed to relieve, even though only briefly. Sixteen yellow coloured candles were lit on it, but Kise couldn't care less about the cake right now. Even when everyone wished him happy birthday, except Aomine, who for obvious reason was slightly irritated, Kise kept his focus on Aomine. The latter, feeling pressured by the steady hold of his gaze, asked him.
"What do you mean, Kise?"
"It's always like this," Kise trembled, his jaw tight, "you are cold and distant one moment, and then the moment after, you are there all worried for me. I really don't understand."
"You moron, I just saved you from that drunk-ass. Is this how you thank me?"
Aomine spat back at Kise's no sense.
"Kise kun, it's time you blow off the candles" stepped in Kuroko, trying to divert the subject on something else.
"I don't care about that, Kurokocchi." Kise shouted at the top of his lungs, "This has to be settled now."
"Ryouta, you are drunk. You better go to the toilet now." Akashi said as Kise felt his firm grip encircle his wrist in an attempt to drag him away, but it was a useless effort, because Kise pulled away strongly almost immediately.
"No Akashicchi, I'm tired of this."
"What the hell are you talking about, Kise?" Aomine's eyebrows twitch in anger.
"I'm tired, Aominecchi, so tired of pretending that…" he stopped, taking a deep breath, his heart pounding.
"Pretending what?" Aomine asked, anxious of knowing the truth, by now.
"Don't listen to him, Daiki. He is drunk."
Aomine brushed off Akashi's words instantly.
"No, let him talk. I want to know." he said, his eyes glued on Kise.
Kise kun is drunk, Aomine kun. You shouldn't give much weight to his words" Kuroko tried to help and Akashi was quick to reply, "Yeah, he's totally drunk"
"I am not drunk" Kise yelled, "I'm perfectly sober"
"Enough with this shit." Aomine lost that one per cent of patience he had, completely. "What is it you want to say, Kise?"
"I love you, Aominecchi." Kise shuddered as the words left his mouth. Those three words he had never had the courage to utter came out naturally.
Aomine's breath stilled. His eyes wide open as he tried to register what his teammate had just said. An uncomfortable silence fell on the table. No one moved or spoke for a long while. Akashi looked as if the entire balance of his team had just crumbled in one thousand pieces, and it was no longer possible to fix it. Kuroko's expression darkened. Midorima thought to himself that such bad luck was due to the fact that Akashi didn't grant him permission to bring his lucky item with him in the club. Murasakibara seemed the only one not fully comprehending the situation, instead.
"Oh, that's nice" The purple haired boy said in a sing song voice, as he cut a piece of cake for himself, not even bothering to wait for Kise to blow off the candles. Not that Kise cared at the moment anyway. "Kisechin loves Minechin?"
Pulled out of his multiple thoughts by Murasakibara's words, Aomine pushed himself up from his seat with a sudden movement and slammed his hands on the table.
"What the fuck are you saying, you bastard?!" he addressed Kise angrily, the palms of his hands slowly tightening into fists. But Kise didn't take back what he had said.
"I love you, Aominecchi" he repeated again, as if that were the only thing left to say by now. His voice was broken and unfamiliar to his own ears.
Aomine's head throbbed, his heart beating loudly against his ribcage.
"Oi Kise, tell me that this is a joke."
"No, Aominecchi, I… I have always loved you." Kise whimpered, "Since the first time I met you, I…"
That was it. The last straw that made Aomine lose his mind, as he furiously grabbed Kise by his necktie and, with no warning, his right fist connected with Kise's face sending him fall backwards on the floor with a loud thud.
When Kise turned to him, covering his left eye with his left hand, Aomine couldn't believe that he was actually smiling. Obviously it was a smile to hide the pain, both physical and emotional, but for a reason it angered Aomine even more.
"You, fucking bastard" Aomine shouted as he headed towards him again. If it weren't for Akashi's quick intervention, he would have probably beat Kise to a pulp.
"Stop it, Daiki. You hit him already" Akashi warned him as he positioned himself on the way to stop the ace. At the same time Midorima tried to keep Aomine still, but by now all the people in the club had their attention on them.
"Stop you say? I am not done with him." Aomine boiled with anger, his entire body shaking violently.
"So, all of this time you pretended to be my teammate and asked me for a one on one everyday just because you were trying to find a way to get in my pants?"
There was no reply from Kise, though he looked like he was about to cry at any moment.
"Geez, this is just so disgusting." Aomine spat as he shoved Akashi away and rushed towards the door, leaving that hell of a place behind. He just wanted everything to be a nightmare. He wanted to wake up in the morning and find out that nothing of all that had ever happened.
Kise stayed motionless on the floor, his left hand still covering his left eye. He tried to focus but his mind was in complete mess.
'Pathetic' he thought to himself. He felt so pathetic. He could hear the faint murmur of the people around him and then he saw Akashi outstretch his hand towards him to help him stand. But before he could grasp his hand his vision went blurry, drifting into unconsciousness as his teammates, worried, called out to him.
There was only one thing Kise would've never forgot. It was the worst birthday he had ever had.
And now to lighten a little the angst at the end of this chapter, let's go with Baka Kiseki xD
Kise: Aominecchi, you meanie! Why did you hit me? I am a model.
Aomine: Shut up, pretty boy. How would I know? Ask the author, you dumbass.
Akashi: Ahaha I am the absolute protagonist of this story.
Me: Erm…
Midorima: All of this happened because I didn't have my lucky item with me. Btw Author, how dare you describe me as a lucky item freak? Oh I forgot, today's lucky item is a pair of scissors, nanodayo.
Akashi: Give that to me, Shintarou.
Me: Erm, guys
Kuroko: Author, can I stand out more in the fiction?
Me: ugh better not. It's bad for you to stand out (cries reading the manga)
Murasakibara: Author, I need more snacks.
Kagami: Man, I am so glad I am not in this fiction, you are all freaks.
Everyone points at Kagami: Who the hell are you?
Me: ok bye I am making no sense. Hope you like this chapter somehow xD
