Early in the morning, Kise was summoned into his boss' office. Kise panicked. What did I do now?! Christ I need to stop scaring myself. Breathe, Kise reminded himself.
"Good morning, Aominecchi!" Kise happily acclaimed, a bright smile blossoming on his porcelain face. Aomine kept his fingers crossed. Kise please pass this test.
Today, Kise donned a pale yellow button up, paired with a black tie and blazer.Damn, he looks just like those models in magazines.
"Sit." Aomine motioned, as usual, trying his best to keep a straight face.
"Well. Good job, on your first trial assignment. Not bad, I expected worse. I wasn't really expecting you to copy the whole order, you know." Kise let out a small sigh of relief. Thank god.
Aomine cleared his throat. "Kise. Can I ask you a question?" Alright, let the awkwardness begin! He sarcastically reminded himself. This trial was insulting, but vital.
"Mhm, ask away!" Geez, this guy is really so innocent. He has no idea.
"Alright." Aomine took a deep breath.
"Kise. If I paid you a thousand dollars, will you have sex with me?"
Kise blinked. "Excuse me?" What. The. Hell. Pervert! This question sent off alarm bells in Kise's head. What the actual-
"I said-"
"Stop." Kise cut him off, fists clenched and knuckles turning white. He shot up from his sitting position, and was trying his best not to slam the table.
"Aomine." Kise flared, growling menacingly. "First of all, I am NOT something you buy. I have my dignity and chastity, just so you know! What the hell is wrong with you?! I am not some slut you use money to purchase to fuck! I am your employee, Aomine. Not a prostitute. I would never sell my body, for God's sake!" Kise lost it, and in a huff tried to storm out.
Whoa, hold it. Was not expecting that. Aomine's quick reflexes allowed him to swiftly stride over and grab Kise's arm, pulling him back and preventing him from exiting. "Don't touch me!" Kise growled.
"Wait! Wait! Give me one minute. I can explain!" Aomine (almost) wailed, sincerely peering into Kise's eyes. Somehow, Kise bought it and was convinced. He folded his arms, annoyed to be called back to his seat on the swivel chair. A scowl did not look nice on his face, his boss noted.
"Uh, congratulations. You're officially my new secretary." Aomine gave him a sheepish grin.
"What?! After all this shit and you still-" Kise screeched, shocked by this man's audacity.
"Shhhh, calm down. Aha, that was just a test." He stopped Kise mid sentence, delivering the most apologetic smile he could muster and Kise wanted to kill him. "Please tell me you didn't really think I was so desperate to stoop so low... Right? My employees are my assets, not my bitches." Aomine blatantly stated, running a hand through navy locks.
"Aominecchi! How could you!" He pouted. "That was unfair, you know. What if I just stormed out and misunderstood you forever?" Kise appealed, a frown adorning his face.
"Ah, I had faith in you." He grinned, and he managed to get yet another glimpse of Kise's adorable blushing face.
"So mean, ssu." came Kise's shy whispered response.
"Wait. So the rumours of getting fired on the third day was because..." Kise trailed off. Everything clicked into place.
"Yup. They all... thought I wanted a quick fuck. Seriously. Do I really look like some billionaire playboy or what!" Aomine clicked his tongue, annoyed by this particular perception.
Kise laughed, and supplied a "yes, you do, ssu!" between giggles, earning himself a playful thwack on the head with a rolled paper from the table top. "Say that again and I'll dock your pay!" Aomine joked. (Aomine secretly decided then that Kise's laughter would now be his favourite sound.)
"So. I, er, looked through- okay skimmed through- your resumé and you are currently staying at some dingy motel?" Aomine eyed him suspiciously, with a 'are you serious' look.
Now it was Kise's turn to give the apologetic smile.
"Well, uh, I kinda used my money to pay for the house for my older sisters, so..."
"That is a disgrace to the company's image, you know that?" Aomine tried to warn Kise sternly, almost failing. Only an oblivious blond like Kise wouldn't realise the bluff the was trying to pull.
Well, shit. Kise couldn't think of anything to say, so Aomine took the initiative.
"I have a spare guest room in my house." He hinted.
"Ehhh?! But I don't even have enough money... I can't afford the rent!" Kise tried his best to decline, but his boss was unstoppable, remember?
"Can you cook?"
"Um. I cook to get by, but I copy pretty well, so..."
"Deal. You can cook for me in exchange of rent. Beats takeout everyday, anyway."
"Aominecchi!" Kise chided. "Takeout is extremely unhealthy!"
"Exactly. You better cook every meal from now on properly, you hear?"
"Yes sir!"
xx
Aomine smugly relayed the 'joyous' occasion to Momoi, who in turn announced Kise's legitimate addition to Level 57. Words of congratulations and affirmations were exchanged, and Kise felt extremely warm and fuzzy. They are so gonna be my new family!
"Ne, Kise! Tell us, why were the people always fired on the third day? What did we miss?"
"Hurry tell!"
"Well, um. This is really awkward, but here goes!" Kise muttered. He then spilled the beans and related the whole test thing, and chatter flew around in the office instantaneously.
"What the hell? That Aho!"
"How perverted, nanodayo."
"Ah. I heard Mine-chin was a womanizer before?"
"As usual, it's Aomine-kun and his flamboyant ways."
xx
After a celebratory meal at a posh restaurant, courtesy of Aomine. He drove Kise back to his apartment, a dual level penthouse.
The interior was sleek and minimalistic, quite contradictory to how Aomine portrayed his character. (His room was cluttered and in a mess, but Kise didn't need to know that.)
It was classy, comprising of mainly black, white, and different shades of subtle blue. As expected of a high ranking workaholic.
"The guest room's here. Make yourself at home." Aomine motioned, and Kise entered a spacious room on the upper level, painted a light shade of blue, and partial white. The colour combination reminded him of Kurokocchi.
"Cooking can't be that bad... right?" Kise thought aloud to himself. This room was surely worth it!
xx
The next day, when Kise lugged what little baggage he had over to his new address, he found a brand new kimono inside the wardrobe.
It was beautiful, made of the finest materials, a shade of blue that matched Aomine's hair. It had silver threaded embroidered flowers on them, made of exquisite handicraft. The hem, sleeves and bow were all outlined with gold fabric, and it all complimented so well. Kise marvelled at the sight of this exotic outfit. It could make any girl beautiful.
Aominecchi was out meeting a client, and would be late, anyway, so Kise rang up Momoi to enquire further. She dropped by, having errands to run nearby.
Kise explained his current predicament, from moving in to the discovery of the kimono to Aomine returning late.
"Oh, this. He originally bought it for Mai-chan, I think. But she left before he got the chance to give it to her. It's her loss!" Momoi harrumphed.
Kise softly hummed in agreement, deep in thought before posing the pinkette a bizarre question. "Say, Momocchi. Would you mind helping me transform? I'd like to give Aominecchi a thank you present." Kise flashed her a dazzling smile, and Momoi figured why not.
xx
Kise got dressed, and was quite surprised that the kimono fit him nicely. He had a slender body, almost like a woman's. His creamy skin rivalled Kuroko's too.
Momoi had helped him purchase hair extensions, so as to help him pin on the accessories that came along with the kimono as a set. With loads of time to spare, the duo managed to make Kise a flawless beauty.
He donned the elegant kimono, and there was a silver butterfly and gold peony in his hair. Bunned to look like the epitome of classiness, Momoi was very satisfied with her work.
"Ki-chan looks a hundred times prettier than Mai-chan~" she said in a sing song voice, before setting off, for she had other matters to see to.
All that was left was the appearance of Aomine.
xx
Aomine came back home reeking of alcohol. It was almost midnight, and Kise was going to fall asleep when he heard the sound of the keys.
He went out to greet Aomine, half asleep, kimono now draped mid-arm, revealing milky white shoulders and prominent collar bones.
"Welcome home!"
"Mai?" Aomine staggered slightly, having a drop to much while clinching another important business deal. It was part and parcel of this industry. He wasn't completely drunk, but he wasn't 100% sober either.
"Mai, you came back..." he slurred, grabbing Kise into a tight embrace, and Kise became more awake. This wasn't supposed to happen!
"Mai, I missed you... Don't go," Kise could hear the plea in his usually haughty, arrogant boss. Since when did he have this vulnerable side too?
It made Kise's heart clench a little, seeing how Aomine wasn't really over Mai. It's just a strong front he puts up.
Kise reciprocated the embrace, coaxing a slightly intoxicated Aomine towards the couch. He ran his fingers through soft tufts of navy, and they felt like cotton. Aomine was still chanting about Mai, and Kise felt quite bad for leading him on. He won't remember in the morning. It'll be alright.
Just then, Aomine craned his neck and planted a kiss onto Kise's cheek. "I love you, Mai. Don't- don't leave," before tumbling back to Kise's lap in partial exhaustion.
Kise's face was burning. Aomine looked like a child, almost, so innocent and pure in his love. That twinge and the clenching of his chest came back.
Shit, what am I feeling?!
Sleepy, his subconscious echoed, answering his rhetoric.
Kise gave in. Both boss and subordinate ended up fawll asleep on the leather couch, with Aomine using Kise's lap as a pillow.
