Frozen: Fissure

"It's hot," Aomine said plopping down at the table outside. "Why do we have to eat in the sun mama?" He griped.

"You're complaining about the sun then?" His mother asked raising her eyebrow. "I remember when I couldn't get you to come in from the sun. Burns everywhere." She shook her head.

"I was a kid back then," Aomine seethed.

"Sure, but you're not a kid anymore. You're a fully grown man with no wife, and no kids." She looked at him sternly over her menu. "What are you doing with your life?"

Aomine gritted his teeth and picked up his menu ignoring her. "If all she was going to do is bitch, she could have just called," he thought sourly looking at the burgers they had.

"You're a good man Daiki, you have a good job, a nice amount saved. Can you please," she pulled down the menu from his bored face, "just listen to me." She tilted her head gently, and smiled.

Aomine noticed the small lines etched around her eyes Mama was getting old. Her kind face melted his stubbornness, and he sighed putting his menu down.

"Ok...I'm listening," he grudgingly replied .

"Good," she moved to grab her bag, rummaging noisily. "Now this is why I called you here."

He watched her digging in the oversized handbag curiously. She pulled out a picture.

"I want you to go on an omiai!" Aomine's mother cried happily.

"Eh?!" He stared watching her as she handed him the picture of girl who looked about 14, and he slid the picture back across the table slowly and trying not to laugh loudly.

"Mama, please wear your glasses. This girl is way too young." His eye twitched thinking of how desperate she was to even consider such an arrangement.

"Don't be an idiot," she called back dully. "This is an old picture obviously." She dug in her bag again making the table next to them stare. Aomine clenched his jaw smiling wondering why he'd even agreed to the meeting.

"This is her now Daiki," she said pulling out another photo.

Aomine took it apprehensively, but this picture was not of a child, but of a beautiful woman sitting in a blue kimono.

"Her name is Sayuri Misudo," his mother told him eagerly. Ao looked at the picture more closely. Her hair was a brilliant shade of brown, and her eyes were wide, hazel and inviting.

When he did not protest immediately, his mother continued encouraged.

"She's 23, and a 1st grade teacher," she told him proudly. "She's been working for a while."

"Why is she wearing that kimono?" Ao asked even though he found it quite fitting. The way the fabric hugged her body outlined her curves perfectly. Her breasts were visibly large, but modestly hidden.

"Her father," his mother answered. "He's very traditional. He and your father work together. We went to a gathering at their house recently, and he started talking about his Sayuri still single. I said oh really so is my Daiki," she giggled happily and Aomine looked up at her quietly.

Even if it's like this, I still can't mama...

He sighed, and handed her back the picture.

"I'm sorry mama, but I just can't-"

"Can't what?" She asked. "Daiki, you've never had a real relationship in your life!" Aomine tightened staring at her, aching from the lash of her assumptions. Of course, she did not know about him and Kise. The day he tried to introduce him as his lover, he did not show up.

"Just give it a try," she said pleadingly. "The worse thing that can happen is you hate her. Then you never see her again. This can just be one of those rare 'Mom, I told you so' moments."

Ao chuckled and smiled at her. It was clear she was not going to let it go. Even if he said no to her now, she would definitely keep pestering him until she could watch him getting married.

Getting married…

How close he was to asking him to spend the rest of his life with Kise, and now he was talking about an omiai. "How much time changes things," he thought finishing his burger.

"Ok," his mother told him before she stepped into her car. "The date is set for three days," she told him happily.

"Three days?! But how'd you set it up already?! You didn't even know my answer yet?!" He huffed crossly.

"I also remember the magazines you used to look at as a teen Daiki." His mother winked shutting the car door.

Aomine watched her as she drove away in her blue Mazda. He might have resembled his father, but there was no mistaking that pushy personality. Despite her audacity, he could not help but smile. For the first time in months he felt a bit lighter.

"How's everyone then?" Kise asked in his sing-song voice. He laid in his apartment bedroom holding the phone to his ear, trying to convince Kuroko to stay on the phone with him a bit longer.

"Why do you always call so late?" Kuroko yawned sleepily. "It's almost one here."

"Sorry," Kise chuckled lightly. "I still can't get used to the time zone difference." He turned to his stomach and crossed his legs dangling them freely in the air. "Umm...Kurokocchi..."He did not know how to ask. Every time they talked he wanted to ask about Aomine, but he felt silly. Aomine let him go, so why did he still think of him so much?

"What's wrong?" Kuroko asked seriously.

"Nothing," Kise shook his head chuckling nasally. "I was just thinking you're the only one I hear from these days. Everyone must be really busy." What was Aomine doing? How was he living without him? Probably wonderfully. How was his leg? It pained him sometimes. How was work going? Did they give him a new patrol car yet? His parents, how were they? Was mama still hounding him? "Never mind." Kise swallowed hard and closed his eyes.

"If you want to talk to him, you should just call him," Kuroko said simply.

Kise's squeezed his eyes tighter, and he cuddled with a pillow. "It's not that simple," he mumbled. "Daiki doesn't want me anymore." He buried his face in his pillow as his heart hammered.

"Did he say that?" Kuroko asked skeptically. "I don't think you should jump to conclusions."

"He broke up with me. Doesn't that mean he no longer wants me?" Kise retorted. A dull throb and pounding in his ear as he waited for the reply. Maybe he wanted Kuroko to tell him he was an idiot for holding on to Aomine this long, to scold him for clinging.

"You're asking the wrong person," Kuroko replied dismissively. "The only one who can tell you what Ao is thinking...is Ao."

Kise pouted, but could not refute him. That was true. Aomine was not the type of man to express himself freely. When he was hurt he closed up. When he was angry he raged. Love, tenderness, affection, those were things it took him years to acquire.

"Well...it's late." Kuroko reminded him bluntly. "I'm going to bed."

"Yea…"Kise responded rolling to his back. "I'll talk to you another time." He hit end on his cellphone and rolled to his stomach again covering himself completely as he thought of the letter again...

I only want you to be happy Ryouta.

Hello guys! This is a two part update this week! I know you guys are sad about Kise and Aomine breaking up, I am too, but just give it some time and let the story develop. I promise you won't be disappointed. Uh oh- Ao's mom is meddling again and poor Kise is feeling lonely. Good advice there Kuroko...