Here is the next chapter. :) Thanks to everyone for every single review from the beginning of the story. I would like to update later today aagain but I doubt I could be able to do so. Never mind that! I will try my best to finish the next part in 24 hours.
Chapter Four:Oh, no...
Kuroko was panting heavily by the time the practice game was over. He walked clumsily to the bench and flopped down on it, wiping away the sweat on his face. His lungs couldn't get enough oxygen even after a couple of minutes.
"Oi, Kuroko, take it easy!" warned Kagami as he sat down next to his teammated and fished a bottle of water out of his bag. He drank half of it in one sip and poured the rest over his head trying to cool down his burning body. "You are trying too hard."
Kuroko nodded slowly, knowing that Kagami, even though a complete idiot, was right for a first time. After the conversation with Kise the previous night, he felt the overwhelming urge to train and get better for the sake of defeating Aomine once and for all. It was about high time someone brought the Generation of miracles back to the reality.
"Kagami is right, Kuroko, don't over do it" agreed Kiyoshi as he joined them and bent down to redo the taping on his knee. "So, what's up with Kise? I heard that he had quit his team and gone to America."
Kuroko took a towel and dried his neck.
"Yeah, he took off early in the morning." confirmed Kuroko but smiled a bit. "Though I am sure that he will go back to playing basketball"
Kiyoshi grinned and took out some candies.
"You smile like you know that for sure and you look like you are not worried at all." Commented Kagami, watching his basketball partner from the corners of his eyes.
Kuroko nodded and took a candy that was offered by the Seirin's center.
"Of course he isn't worried!" exclaimed Kiyoshi. "He has a plan, right? And Kise's leaving is a part of it, ne?"
Kuroko didn't answer. Truth to be told, Kise's leaving had complicated his plan but he was sure that even with this unexpected turn of events, he would be able to carry it out to the end.
"Ne, did you hear the latest news?!" a girl with an annoyingly high voice asked. "Kise Ryouta will be working in America for the next few months! They say that he might stay there for a longer period of time if things with the photo shoot go well!"
Aomine grunted after hearing the news for the hundredth time this morning. And he was not in the mood to hear it one more. He was tired, sleepy (he was having close to none sleep lately) and irritated by that idiot's actions. When Kasamatsu had said that the blond miracle had been unreachable, Aomine assumed Kise was sulking somewhere, trying to get over the outcome of the match. But to actually leave the country... that was new even for Kise. And for some reason, Aomine wanted to fucking punch the blond right in his pretty face.
That coward...
"Ah, could you possible imagine it?!" The conversation between his two classmates carried on and Aomine felt like he wanted to skip the rest of the classes. "Ryouta-kun might become famous in America!"
A giggle followed after that. Don't call him Ryouta...
"Yeah, but this means more fans!" the other girl whined. "He wouldn't have enough time to give us all autographs! Or spear us some of his free time"
Aomine's patience was wearing thin. Like Kise ever spent some time with his fans. Sure thing he respected and treasured them but he had always kept his distance.
"I would like to be his girlfriend!"
Someone, give me a break...
Great, now he wanted to puke. "He is so handsome! Look at this photo! He has such a nice smile and eyes! " the girl said, waving around a magazine that had a Kise's photo in it, taked during the Inter-High's first round. "He is an amazing basketball player! I wish I could talk to someone who knew him back in the beginning of his basketball career!" Like she had ever seen him play. Not to mention that if they were to ask him about Kise, Aomine was not going to say a single fucking word.
It was getting harder and harder for Aomine to control himself. Those srupid chicks (no matter how big breasts they had) were annoying as hell. Not to mention that none of them actually knew what Kise's personality was like. There was no way they knew how the blond's eyes used to sparkle with excitement whenever playing against Aomine. Or how after losing to the Teiko's ace, the model would whine until Aomine agreed to treat him an ice cream on their way home. Or even how Kise would curl up on his bed, looking peaceful and calm like an angel during the nights they had a training camp during the vacations.
Aomine wanted to slap himself for thinking like that. What the hell was wrong with him?! Why was he feeling so frustrated with Kise's leaving the Kaijo's team when he did not care at all.
The ace growled and pressed his forehead to the cool surface of his desk and tried his best to ignore the conversations going on around him, all revolving around the news about Kise. What a relief that none of those stupid fangirls knew that he and Kise had been on the same team.
Sastuki was watching with pure satisfaction how her childhood friend and a complete idiot was tormenting himself.
Just a little bit more, Tetsu-kun, and our plan would succeed.
Kise arrived at New York totally drained and starving for some sleep. However, he did his best and being the professional model he was, it wasn't hard for him to hide all traces of tiredness on his face by plastering a wide smile. As arranged, his manager Namigawa Shiro was waiting for him with a car in order to take the model directly to the clients.
Kise dragged his bags to the car and smiled sweetly at his manager. Ah, that fake smile hurt.
"I am sorry for being late, Namikawa-san, but they postponed the flight in the last moment." He apologized as he sat in the front passenger's seat.
"Don't worry, Kise-kun" the other man said and started the engine. "Miss Bolt, the one in charge of this project, understands that the delay was not your fault and is quite impatient to meet you."
Kise nodded and rested his head against the car's window, feeling the desire to close his eyes wash over him. However, he had to stay awake in order to do his job. As they slowly made their way to the destination, Namikawa kept on giving detailed information about everything in the city althogh Kise was not even listening to him. Instead, he took out his cell phone and quickly typed a message to Kuroko.
I am in New York. Everything's fine. I will e-mail you later after I am done with the meeting.
Kise.
It was short and lack any kind of cheerfulness unlike the rest of his messages but right now it was hard for Kise to concentrate.
He could only hope that he wouldn't pass out during the meeting.
As he closed his eyes for a second, a part of the talk with Kuroko appeared.
"I DO NOT LOVE AOMINECCHI!" Kuroko cressoed his ankles and leaned back, observing Kise carefully. And the blond model felt like those piercing blue eyes could see right into his very own soul.
"I said 'like', Kise-kun." The phantom replied and smiled in amusement. "No one said anything about love"
Kise opened his eyes once again and sighed. There was no way that he could possibly feel anything beyond admiration towards Aomine Daiki. That jerk.
Then... Kise's eye lids slid down again, his face was bearing the marks of his confusion.Why did he feel like his hear was broken for the first time?
It was already way past eight pm when Aomine headed home after hanging with Sastuki at her house and particularly doing nothing even though the deadline for their biology project was approaching fast.
What surprised him the most was that during the time spent at Momoi's house, Kise's name was mentioned zero times when he had expected the blond to be the main topic that afternoon. Aomine wasn't sure if it was because Momoi had no idea that Kise was in America or simply because she did not want to discuss it with Aomine.
Aomine came to a halt when a guy ran past him almost pushing the Touou's ace on the ground and then disappeared from his sight.
What the hell is wrong with people these days?!
Just as he managed to steady himself, another teenager flew past him, obviously chasing the first one.
"Hey, Yuu! You know I didn't mean it like that!" Shouthed the second one as he ran faster to the direction the first boy had gone.
Something in the face of the second boy made Aomine blush at the realization that they were more than just friends.
His hand slid down that beautiful body, covered with unbelievably smooth pale skin. The touch felt so good that the boy under him arched his back and moaned quietly, silently begging for more contact. He pressed his lips to the side of the boy's neck and smiled softly as he felt the fast heartbeat under the skin. The hand that came up to held his head was shaking.
Aomine moved slowly down, following the same path his hand had traced lips pressed to the smooth shoulder, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. The boy let out another quivering moan and his hips rose from the soft bed. His mouth stopped at the small pink nipple and he hesitated for a moment, thinking how to suck on it: gentle or hard? The fingers in his hair tightened and Aomine cursed, settling for something between the two options. Aomine let his tongue circle the nipple gently, drawing another sweet sound out of the other's mouth. Then his lips sucked hard. This time it was a scream.
The Touou's ace smiled softly and caught the other's lips in a gentle kiss to distract him from the feeling of a hand grabbing his erect member. After the first slow stroke, the other boy was unable to form anything else besides a bunch of incoherent whimpering noises. His head turned away and his eyes closed as Aomine continued to play with his willing body.
Aomine shuddered when he felt trembling slender fingers wrap around his thick erection. That that brought him back.
The Touou's ace woke up in his bed, the sheets were thrown away, his heart was racing and his boxers... felt too tight.
He burried his face in his hands, panting hard.
What the hell...
