Takao was laid back and easy to talk to and spending the rest of the afternoon in his company, Kagami felt much more at home then he had in ages. Although the couple of centuries difference in age was quite noticeable when investigated further. Crashed out in Midorima's household, Kagami felt very cautious about touching anything. Standing in the corner of a large living area, the human was thrilled to discover a wide screen television in the centre of the room.
"I feel like the worst result of a child of the modern age. I go a week without TV and I almost die." Scoffing as he tossed him a remote, Takao flopped down on the sofa, putting his feet up on the coffee table.
"I know that feels bro. Well soak it up, I've never seen Kuroko even watch TV, let alone even own one." Sitting down awkwardly at the corner of the sofa, Kagami sat stiffly, not wanting to touch anything or take up too much space.
"I was afraid you'd say that." Zoning into the mindless dribble on screen, the familiarity of the settling in front of the big screen was the perfect end of the day and it worked to stabilise his frayed nerves.
"You want a beer?" Glancing over his shoulder at the black winged angel standing before a massive industrial fridge beer in hand, Kagami nodded.
"I won't get in trouble with Doctor Bad Love will I?" Laughing as he came back to the sofa Takao passed him a icy cold can.
"No, don't worry about it." He stopped, mid sip. "Besides he's not expected back for a couple of hours." Cracking open the drink and sitting back against the plush cushion with a sigh, Kagami knew he could deal with that, especially when such kind company. "So you're adapting well to everything? At least some what?" Chugging down the beverage at lightening speed, the redhead sighed deeply.
"Yeah I suppose, I'll be happier when this whole thing when Hanamiya...what's his face is over and done with." He crushed his can in hand, amazed by how quick he'd managed to put it away.
"Yeah, good luck. They've been trying snatch him up for years." Getting up to bin the rubbish, Kagami eyed off the fridge.
"Can I have another? Yeah I feel like I've heard that before."
"Feel free," tugging a throw blanket from the top of the sofa and casting it over his lap, Takao snuggled into the side of the sofa. "I hope they do it soon though. I want to see my parents again." Slamming the door closed, Kagami's heart frozen.
"You can't see your family?" Nodding his head as he switched between the channels, the angel supped around the metal beer can, ensuring little spillage.
"They're safe and living in the north in one of the alcoves up there. But I can't see them, not until everything settles down a bit." He sighed as the human came back to the sofa, collapsing beside him. "I don't mind so much, but I wish I could see my little sister." Smiling fondly, Kagami sipped his beer slower this time, feeling his body relax and loosen up.
"That sucks."
"Yeah" Takao agreed. "She's getting so big now. Here look what she sent me." Getting up and jumping through the open door to the left, the dark haired male came tearing back in, hair pushed back off his face with a bright, red headband. "How cute is it?" Snorting, Kagami shook his head, completely unsure what to say.
"It's a headband. Like for girls."
"It's cute and keeps my hair out of my eyes."
A six pack and two packets of chips later, the pair were pleasantly sloshed. Feeling his limbs grow heavy and his mind fuzzy, Kagami was surprised to see a woman sitting between them. He couldn't remember when she'd arrived or where she had arrived from, but suddenly, giant pink wings were obstructing his vision of the television.
"Move please." Remembering his manners at the last minute, magenta eye staring him down, Kagami sat up from his leant back position. "Aomine's sister?"
"Kin," the pink haired angel corrected quickly. "We can kin and share a household, but not blood."
"Oh," he was confused but thought better then to question it. "Okay. Momoi." The bright smile that lit up her features was a good indicator he'd managed to remember her name correctly.
"You remembered Kagami-kun! Well done! Takao-kun, he remembered!" Head popping up at the end of the sofa, headband intact and smile on his lips, the black wing angel flopped his chin down on the cushion.
"You are quite memorable Momoi-san." As she sat down, Takao threw Kagami an accompanying hand gesture, the implication speaking of breasts and squeezing. Struggling not to laugh, his face tight with heat and alcohol, Kagami stiffened as Momoi snuggled in close to him.
"So how is life treating you?" Her hand was comfortably wedged in the front of his shirt and with a scared look to the Takao, he waited for some kind of saviour.
"Um, yeah, it's all good." Dislodging her hand and shuffling away with a polite smile, Kagami shrugged. "Thanks." If she was offended by his coldness, she didn't look it. Instead she flopped back against the sofa, kicking off her shoes and eyeing off his beer.
"You're welcome and we're trying to make everything as accommodating as possible. You got any more beer?" Craning her neck to the side and pointing at Takao, Momoi waited expectantly. Laughing airily, he checked their stocks with a dramatically sad expression.
"No beer." He wailed, clinging to the fridge door. "We're out of beer."
"And chips" Kagami threw in, sliding back further still to avoid touching the female angel's wings.
"Then we should go out and get some." Jumping with a flurry of feathers, pink and cherry perfume, Momoi pointed to the door. "To the taxi rink." Crumpling up the chip packet with a frown, Kagami glanced at Takao for confirmation.
"Is she serious?" Nodding eagerly as he fluffed out his hair and replaced his headband at a less jaunty angle, Takao pulled him up on his feet.
"Oh yes, Momoi-san is the best at sneaking out." Watching the pink haired woman pull on her impossibly high pumps and rush to the door, Kagami cocked his head to the side.
"Is that safe?"
"Absolutely not" Takao grinned, tugging on his arm. "And yet here we go." Following them reluctantly, Kagami wasn't sure what to do. It had been years since he'd felt anything close to peer pressure but now with the all too alluring offer of freedom, he was actually considering it.
"And if we get caught?"
"We won't. Momoi inherited some of Kuroko's misdirection back from his time with..." The dark haired man coughed, covering his words.
"His time with Aomine?" The human offered, waiting to gauge the other male's reaction. Nodding slowly, his face remaining completely neutral, Takao looked too uncomfortable to offer any more. "I know about that" Kagami said quickly, not waiting to make the situation awkward.
"Well that's good then, old baggage is a difficult thing to get around. Immortals seem to accumulate baggage." His sharp grey eyes looked down for a moment only to caught his gaze with a mischievous grin."Let's get going."
Walking down an empty fire escape, the trio held their breath until the final floor guard turned the corner and gave them a long look before returning the way he'd come, no alarm raised. Slipping in through the back revolving doors and walking to the taxi rank just down the street.
"He was staring straight at us, how didn't we get caught?" Momoi giggled happily, arm lopped through Takao's elbow.
"Misdirection" she purred. "Just like your adorable Tetsu-kun." Ignoring the subtle innuendo in favour of standing back and taking a good look at the temple, Kagami almost felt faint. It was beautiful, ten times better then the faded postcards in the tourist shop windows. As the night came with darkness as its backdrop, the lights, windows and golden flourishes of the temple were almost unbelievable. It was as if the redhead could not believe his own eyes and as he raised a hand to block out the light of a passing car the gravity of the situation hit him. This was real. For the last week he'd felt as if he was living a dream and that he'd left his real life and reality far behind him. Now however it was real, the angels, Kuroko and the ever present threat of death. Glancing back towards the large gates of the temple, he thought for a moment that returning probably won't be such a bad idea. He was doubtless going to get in trouble for this, Momoi's glamour and misdirection probably couldn't fake their appearance for long.
"Hey how long until they notice we're gone?" Catching up to the duo, Kagami looked over his shoulder again, a little concerned.
"About three hours." Pulling him along by the front of his shirt, Takao grinned. "So we better hurry before they cotton on to us."
"It'll be fine." Waving down a cab, Momoi pushed him aboard before he could back out. "We do this all the time."
"Wings and all?" Kagami grumbled, all but turning himself inside out trying to avoid, bright pink and red feathers as they settled into the back seat.
"What wings?" She asked innocently, giving him a dazzling smile. "Misdirection, glamour. Don't worry about it." Watching the bright lights of Tokyo fly by with wide eyes, his niggling worries and guilt were quickly pushed aside as the excitement and enjoyment of the night rose.
"We go to this cute little bar on the other side of Asauka, you should like it, it's kind of American." Helping Momoi from the car and brushing down his shirt, the redhead followed the male angel with a cautious step. Even with the pair's confirmation that everything would be fine, every little shadow made him look twice and the high walls framing the bar made him jump.
"I travel all the way across the world to come to an American sports bar, sounds great." Laughing at his sour tone, Takao secured them at a small table before jumping to the bar and joining the massive line for drinks.
"But I've never been to America," Momoi's voice barely rose above the music blaring from the overhead speakers. "But I want to." The memory of Kuroko's explanation about the rarity of female angels flared up in his memory.
"Because lady angels aren't allow out of the temple?" Giggling and twirling her drink coaster, the pink haired angel kept her eyes on the spinning cardboard and plastic at hand.
"That's such a sweet name, lady angels. Better than harpies." Her face twisted into a frown. "Not all of us are locked away in Teikō, many of the older female angels in Japan can travel internationally." She sighed. "But I'm not old enough, or clever enough. Beside Daiki wouldn't let me go anywhere by myself." Smiling as Takao returned, a jug and giant plastic number in hand, she shrugged. "Not that I mind, I have my job with the Generation of Miracles and that's the most important thing."
Putting the jug down with a flex of his wrist, the dark haired angel tucked his wings in close before sitting on the stool closer to the bar.
"I got chicken wings!" Pouring out a set of drinks and chugging his down in record time, Takao stared at the baseball scores on the screen overhead. "They have the best chicken wings here, but please don't tell Murasakibara-san. I feel like he'd probably eat me."
"I feel you." Raising his glass in a one handed salute, Kagami chuckled. "That motherfucker is terrifying."
"Mukun is a baby. And beside Kiyoshi-senpai has him so closely guarded even if he did snap nothing would come from it." Glass raised to his lips, Kagami froze.
"Wait, what do you mean snap?" Pouring another glass, Takao blanched a little.
"He is the titan. Friendly food giver and psychopathic giant." Nodding firmly, the dark winged angel breathed a deep sigh. "Yup and if Kiyoshi can stop that I'll eat my hat."
"You have a hat?" Momoi asked with a teasing grin. Poking out his tongue and retracting it quickly as a bowl of chicken wings and blue cheese sauce arrived, the trio dug in with gusto. Enjoying the chatter and good company of friendly, freedom seeking individuals.