Once again, since I'm training for NanoWrimo, I'm not going to check this twice. This is a draft, so if you see mistakes - grammar, or typos - i will correct them in time. I suggest you remember it in the future. xD By the way, this is going really quick, since I can write only until November 1st. I'll try updating once in a while afterwards, but i'll be pretty occupied with my book, so no promises. *sad face*

Aomine is a butt again. *loves it*

Hope you like it. Thank you for your reviews, guys, they make my day.

Disclaimer: I own Kise's butt. Nothing else.


"No, they won't find him."

Three seconds of silence.

"I drove the guy seven blocks away, I'm sure it will do the trick."

Again, silence. And then footsteps echoing around the room.

"No, I can't –," a manly voice stirred. "Yes, I understand, but –"

Kise clutched his jacket tighter, listening to every word closely.

"No, no, that's what I had in mind." Aomine's voice. He was on the phone. "I know, I can't leave him now that we're involved."

Kise got up and looked at the blue haired man, who looked like he could punch a hole in the wall. Aomine caught a glimpse of Kise and scratched his head.

"He's awake. I'll call you when I can," Aomine said and hung up on whoever he was talking to.

Kise looked at his surroundings. Apparently, they were in a new room. Two beds, a tv, two doors leading to the toilet and shower and a mini bar. Kise wondered why the hell were they in a hotel room.

"Look what you got me into," Aomine said angrily.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kise said and noticed he was fully clothed. His cheeks filled with blood, because no way he could've dressed himself.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Kise."

"No, I don't," Kise gritted his teeth. "If I knew I would get you involved, I would've crawled in some alley way and died peacefully."

Aomine's face changed instantly. He looked appalled, scared even. It was as if he was literally frightened of Kise being dead. Aomine shook his head and returned to his cold state.

"I can't go back to my house," he said. "Our company got a warning that if I don't hand you over, there will be major blood spilling. They had to lie for me."

Kise got up and zipped his jacket up. He also knew that these weren't his clothes, because they were too big for him. They were Aomine's.

"I'm sorry," Kise said. "I really am, but -"

"There's no need to apologize anymore, there's no way back for now."

Kise nodded and rushed to the toilet. After splashing his face with water from a running tap, he wanted to throw up. He looked into the mirror and saw various bruises on his face. He smiled sadly at his own reflection and the identical person smiled back. Kise could still feel the soft touch of Aomine's hands. He inhaled the scent his clothes radiated. It was so familiar. For once, Kise felt safe. He wasn't happy about the thought that Aomine had to run for his life with him, but the feeling of hope deep down in his insides made him a bit happy.

He heard Aomine talking on the phone again and decided he should take a shower. He took off his clothes and folded them neatly and stepped in. The water was hot, practically burning his skin, but he wasn't aware of the pain. He looked at his wound, stitched and red. The attack didn't do anything good to it.

Kise stood in the shower for a while, letting his mind flow through various points in his life. How he fell in love with basketball, how he found friends, how he found Aomine and then how everything blew apart.

All thanks to Akashi.

The red haired demon with unusual heterochromatic eyes. Kise fell for his lies and his life got worse day by day until he was left alone.

Akashi had feelings for Kise – not love, not affection, just pure lust. After Kise left high school and Aomine left him, he didn't have anything in his life he could cherish. That's when Akashi barged in.

Sex was amazing. There's no way to put it. Kise needed the release, so he gladly agreed to the friends with benefits thing. He wanted to forget Aomine as fast as he could, so being a slave to Akashi meant nothing other than fun.

Until he got bored of it. Akashi had high expectations, and he was rough some times. Kise didn't want anything to do with Akashi anymore, but Akashi had other plans. Kise had to flee.

So he did. He got his own apartment, started working for a model agency and didn't answer Akashi's messages anymore.

After two years he heard that Akashi became a leader of the Yakuza. He thanked God he was smart enough to back away from the red head.

One day Kise was working and one of the photographers was asked to put Kise on phone. When he answered, Akashi muttered he wanted Kise in his bed again. Kise hung up on him. That's when the calling started.

Kise threw his phone away and moved to another apartment without notifying anyone, except for Kagami and his boyfriend Kuroko. Those two were the only one's Kise let himself trust. Kise worked late hours so he could walk around unnoticed, so Akashi didn't find him until that dreadful day.

Kise was sure that Akashi didn't want him for sex anymore – it was something worse. Far worse.

And now he drew Aomine in this.

Kise showered and put a towel on his waist. He looked at himself through the mirror and found his wound bleeding a bit. He rushed out of the bathroom half naked and Aomine, who was sitting on his bed and texting furiously, looked at him and then the wound.

"Come here," he said and Kise did.

Aomine patted the place next to him, and Kise obeyed. Aomine got up to find his med-kit and got back to treating Kise's wound.

Kise shuddered at Aomine's touch and looked into his dark blue eyes. Aomine was concentrated on cleaning the wound and adding bandages, so he didn't see how Kise practically ate him with his eyes.

Aomine was wearing a tight shirt that outlined his muscles. Kise saw every little thing he loved about him once. How his hair covered his forehead, how he bit his lip whenever he was concentrated on something. How he looked at him before he kissed him.

That was a thought he didn't understand, not until his brain worked and he saw Aomine staring at him. They locked their eyes together, and Kise saw the same look he cherished. Impossible.

Kise gulped some air down and his heart beat fastened. He never dreamed to see this gaze again. Kise parted his lips a little and was about to go for it, but Aomine looked away.

So much for having hope.

"Your wound is going to be alright," Aomine said and Kise got up from the bed.

"So what happened when I passed out?" Kise asked, desperately trying to cover his blush.

"I beat up the guy senseless and then put him in my car," he answered, putting his med kit back to where it was before. "Then, I drove him away so they wouldn't know where he was."

Kise touched his bandage covered wound and winced.

"Don't touch that," Aomine warned and it made Kise sit. "Okay, so, then I took you and found a hotel two cities away."

Kise's mouth dropped. "Two cities away?"

"Yup."

"Why?"

Aomine glared at him. "So they don't find you. For fuck's sake, Kise, you haven't gotten any smarter since I last saw you."

"Sorry," Kise mumbled.

Aomine sighed and picked his phone up. "I'm gonna go grab some breakfast for the both of us. Don't do anything silly while I'm out. And dress up."

Kise blushed again and Aomine walked out of the room. He dressed up with Aomine's clothes he left in the bathroom and fell on his bed.

Why on earth did he decide the idea of going to Aomine's apartment was a good one?


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