AN: Oh god, sorry my dear readers, I got sick last weekend and requirements and projects kept on coming! Therefore, I have bad and good news, good news is that this story will progress much, much longer than I had expected, I got it all planned~ Bad news is that I may have irregularities on updating since I'm a graduating high school student, so college apps and stuff.

Warning: Aomine's cursing habit

Anyways! Without further ado~


Chapter 7: Negotiations with the Devil

"So, if I am able to give you 15 million yen, you will return my son unharmed?" implies a shaking voice of a male that was probably around his early forties.

The other line of the phone was trembling, but the devil's lips were curved into a smirk, the redhead straightened his sitting position on his velvet red office chair, all the while, twirling a pen in his fingers.

"You have my word."

"Deal." the man ponders for a while before answering

"But see to it that my son is unharmed. Or else you'll be signing up for a war." he continues

"Do you think you are in the position of threatening me, Kuroko-san?"

"I-I was merely stating my side of the deal."

The sudden change of tone amused Aka.

"I see. Fair enough."

Aka could feel the man on the other line cower on his tone, he was clearly a doting father judging by the sudden change when he talked about Tetsuya's safety. He can't blame him though, he was his only son, and his late mother looked a lot like Tetsuya when he made Midori search for his family background. There was something about the boy that makes him look so defiant yet fragile and... Untouchable.

"Then, I presume that the money shall be ready by next week?"

"I can have it ready by tomorrow."

The kidnapper's line was dead silent for a few seconds which made the older Kuroko nervous. Little did he know that the redhead does not plan on handing over the teal-haired boy- Yet.

"No,"

"Wha-"

"Next week it is then, good day." Aka ends the conversation by abruptly ending the call

The redhead smirks inwardly thinking that he still wants to get to know the boy better; and perhaps, maybe one day he can dance right on his palm. Oh how he'll be looking forward to that.


Coughing and sneezing sounds were heard in the room of a certain purple-haired man. The door opens with a loud bang and Kise came in flying.

"Ouch! Aominecchi so cruel!"

"Shaddap, he sounded like he's not feeling well, so you go check up on him." replies a tanned male who was just outside the door

"Why not you?!"

"'CAUSE IDIOTS CAN'T CATCH COLDS!"

"Ahominecchi you meanie!" retorts the wailing blonde

"So noisy..." Murasaki groans "Whad'ya guys want...?"

"Errr, Murasakibaracchi, are you feeling unwell?" the blonde meekly asks

"I think I caught a flu"

"EH?! Then what about our meals?!" Ao bellows

"Just cook something, you know. Like instant noodles and such..." Murasaki grogily replies as he waved a hand implying he was going back to sleep

"But, no one except you can cook! And we don't want to eat noodles for who knows how long!" Ao strongly implies

"I'm sorry Murasakibaracchi, but I couldn't agree more."

"Ah... I forgot about that. Anyway, I can't. My head hurts, I want snacks..." he mumbles at the last part

"You fools are useless. You can't make a sick person cook." the bespectacled man interrupts. He was holding a mirror on his right hand that served to be his lucky item for the day.

Ao grumbles and Kise stood up straightening his clothes.

"Anyway, just get well soon Murasakibaracchi~"

"Mm..." the purple-head waves

The three men exited the room with a grumpy Ao.

"I don't wanna eat cup noodles! It's bad for my skin~!" the blonde wails

"Urgh, shut up! I don't want to eat cup noodles too, it'll take ten or 'em for me to get full." bellows the irritated tanned male while picking on his left ear "Damn, I wan't meat!" he continues followed by violent ruffling on his dark blue tresses

"Not like I care if you buffoons die of starvation, but I don't like the idea or eating preservatives and such things."

"At any rate, we should send Kurokocchi some breakfast first~" Kise happily comments

"The question is..."

"How."


The trio then decided to cook something at least some eggs and toast. At least.

An hour of trial and error, the three men gave up on cooking something decent. Ao would always crush the eggs with too much strength, thus making it look like a mush, Kise would always burn them, and Midori would end up putting to much salt or oil. Either way, it was always a failure.

For now, they'd be stuck with cup noodles. Kise took out a few cups of noodles in the cupboard and opened one for the teal-head. He put all the condiments and gently poured the hot water from the thermos until it was almost full. When he finished, he frowned.

"What's wrong?" Midori asked

"This is unhealthy for Kurokocchi." he pouts

"It cannot be helped, no one here knows how to cook."

"Where the heck is Akashi anyway?" Ao fumed before slurping his second cup of noodles

"He's out at the moment." Midori answers as he arranges the cup and a glass of water on a tray to deliver it to Kuroko "And how come you already had two cups?!"

"I'm telling you, I don't feel these stuff going into my stomach."

"That's because Aominecchi is a monster~" the blonde teases

"Whad'ya say ya 'lil shit?"

The blonde just sticks out his tongue. He picked the tray up and jogged his way out the kitchen.

"I'm bringing these to Kurokocchi~"

And he ran off after covering his face with his mask with Ao trailing him from behind, cursing.

The blonde frantically fumbled with the lock of Kuroko's room. When the door unlocked he zoomed inside and quickly placed the tray on the end table and hid behind the pale boy.

"Waaah! Kurokocchi, save me!"

It looked weird, a guy taller and bigger than him physically was hiding behind him like a kid.

"Tch- Hiding behind Tetsu like that."

"Um, may I know what is happening?"

"Kise's being an asshole."

"You started it!"

"Please stop bickering in here."

Despite the polite tone, the pair complied. Ao looked away with a humph of 'Lucky bastard.' while Kise simply pouted

Kuroko simply sighed.

"More importantly," Kuroko faced Ao "Aren't you Aomine Daiki from Basketball Monthly?"

Ao forgot to wear his mask.

"Fuck."


Ya know what? Shit happens~ *shrug*
Sadly, there's no Omake on this chapter. But I'll make one on the next. Probably.

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