First of all, I would like to apologize if there are grammar mistakes in this chapter. I would also like to say sorry because I wasn't able to use the proper em dash. The computer that has MS Word is not working, so I had to type this in my laptop and directly put it here. However, I hope you find the chapter to your liking. :)


Lost at a Certain Angle

"I am not doing this."

"And you call yourself a man?"

"It's exactly because I'm a man that I'm not doing this shit."

"Dai-chan-"

"Satsuki."

"Dai-chan, look-"

"I am not going to court someone with methods from shoujo manga."

"Oh my God, you're courting a man! A little more gayness won't hurt!"

"Fuck you, Satsuki. Fuck you."

"No, thank you."

"I'm leaving."

"NO-!"


When you want something, you get it.

It's simple human logic.

But Aomine Daiki, in his case, was reaching for the unreachable.

Kise Ryouta.

The hot-as-fuck blonde model? The basketball prodigy? The Kise Ryouta?

Why, yes, my dear. That's him.

But of course, Aomine is one, cocky asshole, so he's not letting reality hang over him. ("The only one who can reject me, is me.") However, our leading man is not stupid enough to think that everything will go smoothly. Oh, no. Bitch, no.

Aomine Daiki will never admit it in a million years, but he was kind of desparate.

Maybe that's why he actually even thought of asking Momoi for help, which was stupid. Who the hell goes to pink-haired girls for love advice?

(I mean, duh, they're the ones who always cockblock our OTP's.)

But oh well, desparate times call for desparate measures. When worse comes to worst...

Love turns to something else...

...It turns to shoujo manga.

May the odds be ever in your favor.

(And God bless Aomine Daiki's soul, the poor child.)


OPERATION: M.K.F.I.L.L.A.S.M.F.O.B

MAKE KISE FALL IN LOVE LIKE A SHOUJO MANGA FULL OF BULLSHIT

OPERATIVES: MOMOI SATSUKI, AOMINE DAIKI

SUBJECT: KISE RYOUTA

OPERATION: COMMENCE!


"There he is! There he is!"

"Satsuki, are you a dog?"

"No."

"Then why are you barking like a bitch?"

Slap!

"Fuck-!"

"Shut up, Dai-chan."

Aomine grumbled as he rubbed his injured cheek. He gave an irritated glare to his childhood friend and Momoi smiled mockingly at him. The two of them were standing behind a wall, watching Kise as he smiled and signed autographs for his fans by the gate of Kaijou. Aomine felt quite jealous, and he manifested his jealousy by emitting a cold, dark aura.

"Wow, Dai-chan, sure is kind of chilly out, huh?"

"Yes, chilly. Very chilly. Cold like dead bodies, in fact."

"Huh?"

"Nothing. So what are we standing here for?"

Momoi raised an eyebrow and rolled her eyes. She hissed, "What do you mean what are we standing for?! Get out there, you coward!"

"Then what? Give this love letter?!"

"No! How about you rip it? OF COURSE YOU'LL GIVE IT TO HIM, DUMBASS!"

"DON'T SHOUT, DAMMIT!"

"NO, YOU DON'T SHOUT!"

"YOU'RE SO ANNOYING!"

"YEAH, BUT I HAVE MORE BALLS THAN YOU!"

"THAT'S BECAUSE YOU-!"

"Ah, Aomine-chi!"

Badump. Badump. Badump.

Stay calm, Daiki. Stay calm. Stay calm. Everything will be alright, do what that chick did in... in... Ita-Iza-Isa-I can't remember the title anymore, but fuck it.

Aomine took a deep breath and turned around slowly to face the object of his affections. He summoned up all his energy to squash down the butterflies in his stomach and he thought of the most disgusting things he could think of to expel the blush in his cheeks and to decrease the rate at which his heart was beating.

Well, no shit, Sherlock.

"Y-yo, what's up?"

Kise grinned and Aomine literally felt an arrow pierce his heart. For a moment, he was dumbstruck.

You know how goldfish are when they're in a daze?

Yeah, that was how Aomine was like.

Momoi, being the creepy-as-shit-I mean-skilled observer that she is, noticed the stupidity of her friend and helped him by jabbing him in the ribs. Aomine winced and was about to yell at Momoi when he suddenly remembered what he was supposed to do.

With all the determination and passion he could produce, he looked Kise in the eye with a fierce look (which made Kise melt a little inside and swoon and just-Sigh.) and roughly pulled out a girly, pink envelope from his pocket and shoved it into Kise's chest.

Kise clearly looked surprised, what with his wide eyes and confused expression. He glanced down at the envelope on his chest and asked, "Um, w-what is this, Aomine-chi...?"

Aomine gulped and declared, "I LIKE YOU, KISE!"

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"Ahahaha! Oh come on, Aomine-chi! You don't have to flatter me just to play 1-on-1 with me, you know! I'll take you on anytime! We can even go now!"

Momoi, for a few seconds, gaped at Kise like a fish.

Then she laughed.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHH AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH AHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHA! AHH... AHHA... AHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH MY-AHHAHAHAHAHAHAAHA!"

Momoi was doubled over in laughing and tears were brimming at the corner of her eyes. Aomine, on the other hand, wasn't sure whether he wanted to cry or punch Kise in the face as hard as he could.

Or maybe he should just run away.

Yeah, that sounded great.

And run away he did.

Kise looked after the two rapidly vanishing figures with curious eyes. He scratched his head and said out loud, "Aomine-chi is so weird."


ATTEMPT NO: 1

STATUS: FAIL

"Ahahahahaha! Okay, okay... Last one, last one... If Kise-kun was air, what would be his temperature?"

"What?"

"He'd be cold air, BECAUSE HE'S MORE DENSE THAN ANYBODY IN THE WORLD! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Shut up, Satsuki."


"LET'S HAVE A GOOD MATCH!"

Kaijou and Touou were having a practice match.

But with the intensity and tension that surrounded the air, you wouldn't have thought so.

The atmosphere felt like it was the Inter-High all over again, and both parties were unwilling to lose, even if it was just a 'friendly' match.

Aomine Daiki was no different.

In love or not, Aomine was still Aomine.

The only one who can beat me, is me!

Now, as Kise dribbled the ball and faced Aomine with eyes blazing and full of concentration, Aomine smirked and tried to provoke him. "Hey, hey, what's with that wimpy form? Come at me, why don't you?"

Oh, Kise came at him, alright.

Maybe a little too much.

Kise drove past Aomine a little too much, and Aomine tried to stop Kise a little too much and they ended up bumping into each other a little too much which resulted in Kise grabbing Aomine's jersey in a futile attempt to stop his fall which then resulted into the both of them falling in a very awkward position.

I'll be damned if you don't know what I'm talking about.

It's a shoujo classic, my dear readers.

Aomine was splayed on top of Kise, who was groaning in pain because of the impact of the fall on his back. Aomine, meanwhile, was thoroughly mesmerized. And turned on. Very, very turned on.

Who wouldn't be, if you were on top of the person you love?

(Well, that sounds kind of wrong.)

Aomine gazed at Kise's slightly flushed face, his half-lidded eyes and his seductive (in Aomine's point of view, that is) expression.

Aomine gulped and continued to stare.

Badump. Badump. Badump.

Well, fuuuuuuck, here goes this shit again.

Aomine's eyes darkened and he slowly inched his face closer and closer to Kise's. Kise could not bring himself to move away because he was so transfixed by Aomine's stare. It was so piercing and seductive and passionate all at once.

It was very overwhelming.

Their lips were just centimeters away when a voice suddenly broke their little moment.

"Aomine-kun, you can have sex later in the locker room all you want, but not now, okay? We're in the middle of a game, you know?"

Imayoshi was grinning brightly but a nerve was visible on his forehead. Likewise, Kasamatsu was positively seething and his glare was ten times as angry.

Aomine and Kise moved away from each other as if burned by something hot.

And in a way...

...they were burning with something hot, alright.

If you know what I mean.


(ACCIDENTAL) ATTEMPT NO: 2

STATUS: FAIL

"Dai-chan, what did I tell you about self-control?"

"Satsuki, he-"

'No."

"But I-"

"No."

"He-"

"Dai-chan, no."

"Didn't give me much of a choice now, did you?"


"So, you want us to help each other hook Aomine and Kise up?"

Momoi smiled and flashed a thumbs-up. "That's what I said."

Kasamatsu shared skeptical gazes with the rest of his team mates and they glanced suspiciously at the members of the Touou Basketball Team, especially Momoi, who was still smiling at them.

Imayoshi cleared his throat and said, "I personally think a goukon would be a perfect set-up."

Moriyama raised his hand and said, "If there are girls, then I'll-"

"This isn't about your love life, Moriyama."

He looked at the ground dejectedly.

Kasamatsu thought about the matter for a moment then he said, "I don't think a goukon would work. The girls will probably crowd all over Kise and end up keeping Aomine away from him the whole time."

Imayoshi smiled and replied, "Haha, who said we were bringing girls?"

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...And that's why the Kaijou boys (along with a whimpering Sakurai), except Kise, were all wearing thick make-up, wigs and ultra-conservative, matron-style Sunday dresses.

In a karaoke booth.

"Um, hi?"

Kise was truly at a loss for words. It was his absolute policy to not think of any girl, no matter what her appearance, as ugly, but this was a little too much.

He contemplated excusing himself so he could laugh his heart out in the rest room.

Control yourself, Ryouta! Women should be respected!

Kise was so focused on stopping himself from bursting into laughter that he didn't notice the guys from Touou snickering and snapping pictures with their phones at the "girls".

(For the readers' information, Kaijou and Toou decided to have a rock-papers-scissors match to determine who would pose as the girls, and unfortunately, Kaijou lost. Big time. As for Sakurai, Imayoshi just felt like bullying him.)

Aomine, to his great irritation, felt really grateful and he respected the grumpy Kaijou captain's guts. He knew it must be a blow to wear those butt-ass ugly dickdresses when you're a man, so he decided that he definitely, definitely won't let their efforts (and humiliation) go to waste.

He made his move.

"Hey, Kise, why don't you sing something?"

"How about you, Aomine-chi?"

"Nah."

"Okay, then! I'll sing-"

"Here are your drinks."

A waiter came into the room, holding a tray with glasses filled with iced tea.

Or what seemed like iced tea.

"Oh, thanks man."

"Please enjoy."

The waiter bowed and went out of the room.

The people in the room each got their own 'iced tea' and all of them, except Aomine, who didn't like iced tea, drank the said beverage.

A few hours later...

"I GOT A BOY MEOTJIN! I GOT A BOY CHAKHAN! I GOT A BOY, HANDSOME BOY, NAEMAM DA GAJYEO GAN~!"

Disturbing, didn't even begin to describe it.

Aomine winced at Kobori and Wakamatsu's drunken duet of 'I Got a Boy' and he tried not to shove the microphone down their throats.

He was just about to stand up and leave his drunken companions when a certain someone's head fell on his lap.

It was our lovely Kise,of course.

His cheeks were red from the alchohol and it was not hard to see that he was completely out of it. He was giggling and smiling airily. "Ah~ Aonime-hic!-chi... It's spinning, you know... SPINNING! LIKE A MERRY-GO-ROUND!"

"Y-yeah... It's Aomine."

"Hah~? What-hic!-was that, Aonime-chi?"

"It's Aomine, not Aonime."

"Hahaha! Silly, silly Aomine-chi! Your name's not Aonime, IT'S AOMINE-CHI~! AOMINE-CHI THE JAPANESE BLACK GUY!"

"That's racist."

"Sa-hic!-sacist?"

"Sigh. I'm taking you home."

Aomine grunted at the weight on his back. Kise is so fucking heavy! he thought.

If you're wondering what's happening, Aomine is giving a very drunk Kise a piggy-back ride. Kise's weight was no joke, though; and Aomine was very tempted to just drag his body all the way home. Aomine shook his head at the thought and adjusted Kise on his back.

"Hey... Aomine-hic!-chi..."

"What?"

"When will you ever go back to loving basketball?"

Aomine stopped in his tracks and digested what Kise had said. He sighed and continued walking. "Why do you ask?"

" 'Cause you know-hic!-I really, really miss your smile."

Aomine halted.

Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit Oh shit Why is my heart beating like this I hope he doesn't notice For the love of Horikita Mai's boobs I hope he doesn't fucking feel it.

Aomine was blushing and he was grateful that Kise couldn't see his face. With courage, Aomine gulped and said, "I-idiot. Even if I'm not what I used to be, I'll smile whenever you ask me to and even if I don't love basketball the way I did before, at least I love you, Kise."

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SNOOOOOORE. SNOOOOOOORE.

"WHA-!"

Aomine looked to the side and saw that Kise was sound asleep. Aomine totally wanted to drop him on the cemented ground just to wake him up. It was such an awesome confession, damn it! How dare this stupid blonde sleep!

Aomine sighed and adjusted Kise on his back again before saying out loud, "Oh well, I'll make you fall for me one of these days. You better be prepared."

Unknown to him, Kise Ryouta's red cheeks were not due to the alchohol anymore and he buried his face in Aomine's neck in embarrassment.

Aomine-chi... So cool...


ATTEMPT NO: 3

STATUS: SOMEWHAT A SUCCESSS, BUT NOT REALLY

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Okay, fangirling, fangirling, fangirling... AHHHHHHHHHH! DAI-CHAN, I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!"

"Woman, I just brought the guy home. Nothing else happened."

"Really?! You didn't molest him in his sleep?"

"Satsuki, I told you, I'm not doing what those smut manga characters do, so shut up."

"Hmph. You're no fun!"


"Ah, look, Aomine-chi! Those shoes look so cool!"

Aomine watched Kise dash to the store like an excited kid and he couldn't help smiling a little. Kise was just too cute for his own good.

"Aomine-chi! What are you spacing out for?"

Aomine snapped out of his trance and quickly followed Kise to the store.

Are they on a date?

No.

It's just a 'bro-bonding session' between two 'bros'.

Sounds a lot like bullshit, doesn't it?

(Don't look at me, Aomine was the one who said it.)

Aomine stood off to the side as Kise observed the basketball shoes he saw on display. As he was looking at it, Kise said nonchalantly, "You know, Aomine-chi... You've been acting kind of weird these days..."

Aomine's heart beat sped up and he replied, "W-why do you say so...?"

Kise shrugged and said, "Well, you know... You always seem to be feeling hot, what with your face always turning red."

Aomine gulped.

"And we didn't hang out like this before... So, maybe there's something you want to tell me?"

"Uh... Uh... I-"

Go on, Aomine-chi! You can do it!

"I WANT YOU-"

Yes, Aomine-chi-

"-TO BE MY BEST FRIEND!"

"Huh?"

Aomine and Kise stared at one another with shock.

Aomine: Holy shit, did I really just say that?! I meant BOYFRIEND, not best friend! Now, he'll just get the wrong idea again! I'm so stupid!

Kise: Huh?

An awkward staring contest commenced for a period of time until Aomine broke down and exclaimed, "SORRY, I HAVE TO GO NOW!"

Aomine ran away.

Kise looked after him dumbly then he sighed and shook his head. Aomine-chi is stupid, after all. Ahomine-chi.


ATTEMPT NO: 4 (COURTESY OF KISE RYOUTA HIMSELF)

STATUS: SUPER, SUPER FAIL

"Sometimes, I wonder how I even became friends with you! You're so stupid, Ahomine!"

"Shut up. I was nervous and I got carried away!"

"You're hopeless!"

"The only one who can-"

"One more word and I'm burning all your porn stash."

"..."

"Good."


FINAL ATTEMPT

STATUS: DO OR DIE

The sound of a ball thudding on cement echoed around the empty courts. Two figures were playing and if people saw the two of them, they'd probably think they were pros.

Of course, we know who these guys are.

Contrary to the usual, Aomine had been the one to invite Kise for a game. Since that only happened once in a blue moon, Kise hurried over to the courts as fast as he could after his photoshoot.

He had no idea what was coming.

Aomine crossed-over to the side and shot an effortless three-pointer to the basket. The ball swooshed through the net. Kise was breathing heavily and he sighed dejectedly as he saw Aomine make another shot.

Kise walked over to the ball and he bent down to get it. Before he could grasp it with his own fingers, another tanned hand held his. Kise turned his head to the side only to have the sight of Aomine staring at him intently greet him.

Kise said, "Uh... What seems to be the problem, Aomine-chi?"

Aomine looked very serious but Kise didn't know that he was in total warfare inside.

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO I DIDN'T PLAN IT TO BE LIKE THIS WHY DID I HAVE TO HOLD HIS HAND SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT

Yeah, something like that.

It's now or never.

Aomine snatched the ball, stood up, and ran towards the hoop to dunk the ball as hard as he could.

Now, I am at peace.

Kise could only look on in wonder.

Aomine turned to him and shouted, "KISE!"

Kise tilted his head in confusion.

Aomine walked over to him and grasped his shoulders. Now that Aomine was close, Kise could see the slight red tint of his cheeks. "Kise! Listen, and listen well.

"I LOVE YOU. I KNOW IT'S SO GODDAMNED EMBARRASSING AND WE'RE BOTH BOYS AND THIS IS THE MOST AWKWARD SITUATION EVER BUT STILL, I LOVE YOU, DICKHEAD! EVEN IF YOU CAN BE ANNOYING AS HELL AND YOU DON'T HAVE BOOBS LIKE MAI-CHAN I STILL LOVE YOU BECAUSE LOVE IS UNCONDITIONAL AND NOT JUDGEMENTAL AND I JUST REALLY WANT TO BE WITH YOU, GODDAMN IT!"

There. He said it.

Kise was speechless. He really didn't know what to say.

"Aomine-chi-"

"THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN REJECT ME IS ME SO YOU CAN'T REFUSE!"

Aomine grabbed Kise's face and gave him a mind-blowing kiss. Aomine massaged his lips against Kise's and he pried Kise's mouth open to sneak his tongue in.

The moment Aomine licked Kise's tongue, the blonde mewled and grabbed ahold of Aomine's hair. Kise's knees failed him and Aomine supported him by holding his waist as he made the kiss deeper and deeper.

A few minutes later, they both pulled away for air. Aomine, in between ragged intakes of breath, asked, "So are we...?"

Kise smiled and said, "Of course, Aomine-chi-"

Aomine kissed him again.