AND WEEELCOME TO THE NEWEST UPDATE OF Mizuiro to Beni Koi! I'm soooo sorry for not being able to update any earlier, as you guys knew I had summer classes which is eating away about half of my brain and energy and there's the Suoernatural fandom sinking me deep. BUUUUT do not fret my dear friends, I will still update, I shall never let college separate me and this fandom ( * w *) Annnyhooow, before I forget, HAPPY BELATED AKAFURI DAAAAAAAY! I had a lot of fun writing November 9, if you guys have time hope you guys can give it a shot-its my first Akafuri one-shot written for Akafuri 2016. And also thanks a lot to Psychobubbles who made an A-MAZING and supper awesome fanart for LION, it's soooooo beautiful!
Anyhow back to MtBK, its been a while since our last update andddddd we left in the heart dropping answer of Kuroko to Aomine's words. Is he going to leave the band for his former light? And where is Kise going? And most of all where will this lead? Thank you guys who gave MtKB a follow and fav, thank you guys sooooooooooo much! And thank youuuuu as well to our precious and lovely reviewerssss Ern Estine 13624, and Guest BTW guys there's actually something underlying why I did that part with Midorima and Takao(aside from the fact that its funny since most celebs hate when they see someone wearing almost exactly as them), in some kind of sense people who become in synch with each other's way of thinking would start to unconsciously mirror the other. I'll explain further into the coming chapters and I swear I'll try to make sense of it later on. Also thanks to Yuki578 who is the first to express my deliberate use of Dream High references LOL yes you are correct baby, I used Dream High reference I didnt get to watch the whole show(especially the KOREAN TV series version, I've only seen the Japanese Musical Adaptation). And lastlyyyyyy psychobubbles *hugs you very tight* I MUST THANK YOU FIRST FOR YOUR FANAAAAAART I LOVEEE IT and thank you for being patient with my updates. SUPPER thank guys!
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PS. the title of the chapter is a song originally sung by Hatsune Miku but I STORNGLY reccomend you listen to Rib's version of the same title(it gets 10 times more awesome). And lastly, just wanna say BTW guys if any of you is wondering, 'why dont just Kise just take a surgery to correct his hearing problems?' Sensorineural Hearing Loss is actually progressive and incurable-well not all SHL is incurable, it is treatable if the damage is in the organ(the ear), if SHL is brought out by a kind of infection or something, that could be fixed with a surgery but with Kise's case which was a type that is usually found in old people, his case was brought by a damage in the part of the brain(head trauma), there is no none actual fix to it in medicine field yet-only a tiiiiny treatment but that works only AFTER the hearing is loss, which is with the help of the hearing aid, and that only helps them to hear but it doesnt fix their hearing at all.
Chapter 14: LOBELIA
"I wonder what the reason was, for being born with such poison
I don't want to be thinking "I've always gotta act pretty!"
The year I spent with you, was there no meaning to it?
But I can't reach your retreating back"
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"I do too."
The words echoed in Kagami's ears, and he whipped his head towards Kuroko with eyes wide in disbelief. Why? Something ugly sat in the pits of his guts. The rest of the band was quiet, Furihata shifted his eyes from Kuroko to Kagami while Takao clenched his hands into a fist while Midorima merely stared at Kuroko. After a straight solid minute, Aomine burst out laughing.
"Of course you do." Aomine said smiling before his he offered his hand to Kuroko smiling, "Why don't you tell them—"
"Don't get me wrong." Kuroko's voice sliced through his egoist expression.
Midorima stared at Kuroko, something was strange with the way his eyes glimmer. This wasn't how he looks when he would surrender. Definitely not. This was the opposite. Kuroko stepped back his hands remained in his sides as he stared back at Aomine's midnight blue eyes. Those eyes used to be filled with joy were like dead stars.
"Oh then care to elaborate?" Aomine said his smirk turning into a bored expression.
"I do miss singing and performing with you." Kuroko started, "But I wouldn't perform with. I refuse to."
Takao's fist relaxed and he turned to Midorima who looked relieved at his former band mate's reaction. Despite all the man's harsh words, he wanted to believe that Kuroko would be paving a different way, he wanted to cling on that tiny hope that Kuroko would not give in.
"Oh, and that's because them? Of him?" Aomine snickered, "And you think it wouldn't happen to them too? You think they'll be different?" Aomine leaned in and suddenly lifted Kuroko's chin with his thumb and index finger to meet with his eyes, "Oh you thought wrong."
That was it. The way Aomine treated Kuroko was beyond outrageous, Kagami couldn't help the way his anger bubbled in the pit of his stomach, seeping in his veins, and making him see red. His body moved as if it was involuntary—but surely it is all voluntary—he snatched Kuroko by his arm, yanking him away from Aomine's grip and almost threw him towards Furihata, before he lurched forward to Aomine.
"YOU FUCKING ASS—"
"No!" Kuroko exclaimed as he quickly grabs Kagami's arm and pulled him by the back of his shirt. "Kagami-kun no, don't—" Kuroko pulled harder on Kagami trying to calm down the taller male, he was growling like an angry animal while Aomine stood there confidently with a smirk.
Kagami's anger boiled even more with the way Aomine looked at him. He was silently telling him how Kuroko would never let him touch him. He wanted nothing but to wipe that stupid smirk off his face. How dare he speak like that to Kuroko, how dare he ask him to join him after abandoning him, after hurting him, after making him suffer alone all these times. He didn't have the right to even call him with his name, he didn't even deserve the respect Kuroko is giving him. He doesn't deserve him at all.
"Say what you want to say, but I know for sure they'll be just like the Generation of Miracles, you're a shadow, you don't get a say in this. When they started shining in their brightest, they'll eventually forget about you." Aomine said as he watched Kuroko struggle to keep the crimson haired vocalist calm. The anger in those eyes were amazing, like a genuine care—but that would be impossible, right? "Can't you see, this is what you are."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DON'T FUCKING KNOW!" Kagami exclaimed as he tried to pry Kuroko off him, he wanted a punch, he needs to punch that face now. Kagami had heard it, the song, it didn't need a genius to understand the contents. The lyrics pained Kagami, to hear Kuroko's words being sung by the idiot who claimed himself that was the only person rightful to have Kuroko. Kuroko loved Aomine...but-
"You were the one who abandoned him! You don't have a fucking say in this! You don't even have the fucking rights to call him out here!"
"Oh and you do? You have the rights?" Aomine said smirking.
There were people staffs were starting to panic and a few of them watching from afar whispering to themselves, but the for Kuroko's band mates those were minimal idea. None of them dares to stop Kagami, the brunette in the corner was just watching slightly nervous, while the taller one with black hair standing next to Midorima had his eyes furrowed but he looked calmer than Kagami. They don't intend to stop Kagami, they don't care about publicity.
"Aomine-kun will you stop please?" Kuroko almost pleaded.
Aomine frowned at the tone he used. It brought him back, he remember it was the same pleading voice he used to him years back. They were backstage as well, he didn't look at him but he knew he was in the brink of tears as he whispered his name and begged him to stop it, to come back. He didn't listen, why would he now?
"You think you know him, you think you know who he is." Aomine said lowering his gaze to the crimson haired male. He could see the anger, the rage in them, it felt so good to let him know who was better of from them. "I spent years with Tetsu and you—"
"Stop please!" Kuroko exclaimed his voice almost breaking.
"And if I do, what's the catch?"
The question caught everyone off guard, this time the composure of the raven haired guy next to Midorima crumbled, his eyes widening.
"NO!" Takao exclaimed as he tried to reach out to Kuroko but Midorima stopped him and pulled him by the arm. "Kuroko don't you dare do anything!"
"Takao, calm down you are not making this any better." Midorima said in a hushed voice as he turned around finding a some people were now starting to take pictures of them. "You need to calm down, or they will not calm down either."
Takao bit his lower lip, Midorima's words filtered into his mind amidst of the anger sending a cooling sensation in his brain which automatic response to the man's voice was to listen and collect itself. Takao breathed and Midorima pulled him closer not letting go of the other's arm. The air was beginning to thicken as Kuroko merely stared at Aomine quietly, Kagami as well fell quiet as if waiting for the bluenette's answer.
Tip, tap, tip, tap,
"Sir you cannot go there—"
Aomine's eyes widen at the figure dashing towards them, he was panting, hair plastered in his forehead wet with sweat, his clothes were a mess and his shoes were close to giving up on him. He felt frozen in his feet watching the blonde dash to them. And for a split second it all came rushing to him—
He knew something was off.
When Haizaki was kicked out of the class, Akashi assured the rest that it was for the best. Everyone believes what Akashi, because, well, who wouldn't? Haizaki was good, no, he was…better. If he wasn't he wouldn't have been in their class in the first place. Haizaki was an all-over, he could sing almost anything as long as he had heard it once or twice, he could perfectly duplicate someone's song into his own version and win it over twice better. It was an amazing talent, impossible to deny. But then again, Kise came.
When that boy first enrolled into the Teiko, Aomine could still remember. His blonde hair always stood out, and well basically everything about him stands out. His eyes, his height, and the fact that he is a model, it was hard not to notice Kise Ryouta. But something else sparked Aomine's interest. It happened just like it happened when he met Kuroko. But this time, he made it intentional.
It was a drum stick.
"Aw!"
And maybe he threw that a bit too hard. From afar, he watched as the blonde student crouched to pick it up and turned around with a confused look. He was wearing a gray shirt underneath a red pale blue flannel- the pretty boy loved to challenge authority by not wearing his uniform-he examined the drum stick curiously like a puppy.
"HEY!" Aomine called as he ran towards the blonde. The blonde raised his head meeting Aomine's eyes for the first time. "Sorry 'bout that. That's mine."
The blonde eyed him then the drum stick curiously before handing the item back, "U-Uhm. Y-Yeah, its okay. So…you play the drums?"
Aomine laughed and took the stick from the blonde, "No. Actually, I just took them from someone who seems too serious about practicing, someone needs a breather." Half of that were true, he actually snatched the drum sticks from Kuroko, but not because he was too serious on practicing but due to the fact that he was off tune and tones and notes were practically driving him out of his mind and punching him in the face. He had to take them away from him before the all their ears fall off from their heads and starts to complain on Kuroko and his lack of drum skills. "You're Kise Ryouta, right?"
The blonde nodded and his eyes wide in amusement, "I-I am. I-I mean, wow, and you're Aomine Daiki. The Aomine Daiki knows me?"
"Wait, what?"
"A lot of people kinda knows you."
"Oh."
There was an awkward silence between them and somehow, he just had to ask him. He just had to.
"So would you even consider joining our class?"
"Excuse me?" Kise asked obviously taken aback, "As far as I can remember, I can't possible just 'join'. Teachers decide that, right?"
Aomine raised a hand over the back of his neck, "Uhm…actually, we can do something about that…if…well would you kinda want to?"
"I don't understand I—"
"If you can do something to wow Akashi, the teachers' says get damned."
"I didn't knew that rule exist."
Aomine chuckled, "We aren't MIRACLES for nothing, rules don't apply to us."
Kise Ryouta took that note, two days after, a small show was arranged by Kise's class. Every student who would be performing gets to invite one person to watch them, and Kise had to list Akashi in it. When the show ended, Kise Ryouta was officially moved into their class. Aomine saw the potential in Kise, he is as hungry as Kuroko for the calling of the stage, and it was everything that Aomine needed to know that this boy has to be in their class. And the fact that Akashi agreed meant that Kise has what it takes.
And indeed he had what it takes.
He had the talent, and he was easy to melt into their class. He had the experience with crowd more than anyone in the class. He was accepted quickly by everyone, maybe…maybe except with Haizaki. The guy looked at Kise when everyone else were busy, he looked at him like he would have punched him in the face in daily basis. It was obvious, the guy didn't like Kise, at all.
First it were just small things, like Kise's indoor shoes getting lost, then his books, sometimes his spare uniforms turning with burnt holes from cigarettes. Kise would shrug it and says he had worse and it was alright. But Aomine knew, he saw it, the way the guy smirked at the other's demise.
"Don't." Akashi would always warn him with a single word, every single time.
Akashi said Kise would prefer things to get forgotten, he wouldn't want anyone getting into trouble because of him. Kise Ryouta was defined by two things, first was his spontaneous personality, then second was his selflessness that sometimes anger Aomine to his bones. He watched him give everything to everyone with a smile in face like he didn't care at all. It was both infuriating and…admirable.
But he could feel it, he could feel that admiration turning into something else—and it was wrong. It was wrong because Kise didn't saw him like that.
"This is for you!"
He saw it, every single day, in Kise's phone, at school, in the magazines, women, lots of them, beautiful and talented. WOMEN. Kise would smile at them, he would thank them sweetly, take pictures with them, and he would tell Aomine about them. They were beautiful, the kind of women that looks good with Kise.
Then he decided.
This is the farthest, and the closest he could be with Kise. He couldn't possibly rival those people, no, not in Kise's eyes.
And the next thing he knew, he had been spending too much time with Kuroko. Kuroko is quiet, he was unlike Kise. Kuroko depended on him, Kuroko needed him, Kuroko didn't have anyone else to turn to unlike Kise. When he is with Kise, he didn't know when he would eventually get tired of him, and when he does, he knows that it would be quick to turn towards someone else. But Kuroko didn't have anyone to turn to. Kuroko reassured him of his worth.
At least for him, he was all.
"I like you."
Aomine said one day on the way home. Kuroko turned and blinked in confusion. The baby blue eyes reflected the streets lights.
"I said I like you." Aomine repeated. He had gotten use with Kuroko's staring eyes. If it were other people usually they call the teal blue haired guy rude.
Kuroko didn't move from his spot and stared at Aomine's eyes. His poker face never betraying him.
"I like you." Kuroko replied emphasizing the first word much to Aomine's confusion.
There were no teary eyed moment or kiss, or anything at all. Just as Kuroko said that he turned and walked away. Perhaps it was because he wasn't the kind of person who liked to express himself like that. Aomine chuckled to himself, he was really nothing alike Kise.
But he wrote him a song on his birthday. Something he saw he placed a lot of effort into. Kuroko was the kind of person who rarely showed emotion, but instead he showed it with his actions. He liked Aomine. He liked him and he was his only. It was assuring, it was safer.
He thought that confirming Kuroko liked him would be enough to forget about the blonde-amber eyed member. He thought it would die eventually.
Until it happened.
Two weeks before the first debut of the Generation of Miracles, Haizaki Shougo was kicked out of the class. Due to his defiant attitude towards Akashi and the rest of the authorities, his unprofessionalism, he was given a fair warning. But Akashi saw something else. Haizaki's talent was closely similar to Kise's. The similarities were at disadvantage back then, Kise could only imitate a certain style, but Haizaki can make it his own. But Kise had a spark of great development ahead, while Haizaki merely relied on copying. It would be only a matter of time until one of them out shines the other, and obviously between a reputable model in the industry and a defiant artist like Haizaki, it would be obvious who would the crowd would chose.
Taking Haizaki off, was a favour.
But he didn't saw it that way.
It was just an ordinary day, after a practice, on their way back to the class, Kise insisted to cling into Kuroko exclaiming how he loved how the teal haired boy looked back at their first performance. Aomine tried to ignore those words from the blonde that seemed to sit unwell in him. Kuroko was grumbling how Aomine was making fun of him with the tones and all, Aomine just replied with something that came faster in his tongue than his head earning him a glare from the teal haired boy. Kise was chuckling, his smile annoyingly sweet.
It was just an ordinary da—
CRASHHH!
Aomine almost froze in his feet. He saw it like some kind of slow motion picture, something from above, a clay pot, it fell just right at the exact second Kise stopped to laugh at Kuroko glaring at Aomine. The sound was solid, he heard the pot crash and shatter as it made contact to the hard skull. And he saw the soil scattering like dust everywhere, then Kuroko's hands reaching out towards the taller male in attempt to keep him up—but it was futile. He fell in his sides with a loud thud to the ground.
"KISE!"
His heart hammered in his chest loudly and painfully. He felt the blood rushing in his veins in record time. His mind was filled with concern for the unconscious figure in front of them. He knelt and took the unconscious blonde's shoulders shaking him up, "Kise! Oi!" He didn't wake. He didn't move. His head was bloodied staining his blonde hair with crimson. "Call a fucking nurse or something!" he shouted at Kuroko.
Before Kuroko could dash away, the air was suddenly filled with a loud laughter. Aomine's eyes snapped and turned where it was coming, it was above, an open window with a laughing Haizaki Shougo peering.
"Fucking sissy!"
Aomine felt his blood boil. He could only feel hatred and anger in his bones. His hands tighten around his hold from Kise, but he couldn't leave him, cradling the injured head, Aomine pressed Kise forward to himself. It happened it front of him, if he had paid attention, if he just paid a closer attention. "Just fucking call the nurse goddamn it!" Aomine exclaimed angrily at Kuroko.
The other nodded wwithout a word and took off.
He swore he wouldn't care.
He swore he would leave him be.
But he couldn't.
Kise was confined in the hospital luckily as he was told, the blonde only sustained bruises and a cut in his head. The blood was just because he easily bleeds. But those words never made him alright. The incident burnt something inside him. It reminded him how he couldn't possibly run away from Kise. And Haizaki's idiocy triggered it. He didn't just hurt Kise, he had to wake that stupid feelings.
A detention and suspension from school was all worth it.
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.
.
"YOU FUCKING COWARD!"
Everyone's eyes were on Kise as he stormed between Kuroko's band and Aomine. Without a warning, the blonde model suddenly grabbed Aomine's collar and gave him a fistful off his anger to his face earning collective gasps around them. Kuroko's eyes widen in shock, he let go of Kagami finally seeing the crimson haired singer was too shock to even do anything.
"S-Someone stop them!"
Kise turned towards the staffs slowly gathering around them, and narrowed his eyes, "No one dares to call security! I'll get you from here and break your neck if you do!" he threatened causing another collective gasps from the people.
Aomine stared at Kise, he was sweating, panting and heaving, the Kise he knew would never let himself look like this, not in front of many people, and the Kise he knew always smiled to the people, always sweet and jolly, this Kise…this is the true Kise. Aomine licked his lower lip feeling it sting.
Kise turned again at Aomine with eyes narrowed at him, "Did you call him here?"
"The hell you talking about?" Aomine grunted, "Who the hell gave you the permission to walk in here and punch me?"
"That is my friend you're blackmailing!" Kise exclaimed pointing Kuroko.
"And who told you I was blackmailing him? Don't be such a pain in the ass, you know he's better off with me."
"Oh shut up!" Kise exclaimed, "I didn't run six blocks just to listen to your stupid egoist belief that the only one who could be with Kurokocchi is you!"
Aomine narrowed his eyes at Kise, "Oh so, you're all wise now?"
"No!" Kise shot back, "I'm an idiot! I admit that because after all these years I…"
"You what?"
"Aomine-kun." Kuroko interjected. Walking forward Kuroko bowed his head to Aomine. "Thank you. I went here, to say that."
Aomine blinked twice as he watched Kuroko stood straight and looked at Aomine in the eyes.
"None of what I said in Teiko were lies. You have taught me a lot. I owe you this much, but I don't owe you my life." Kuroko said calmly, "I would have wanted to sing with you. But things have changed. Today is not the same as yesterday. I may mean all those words but that doesn't mean it still stands. Your light…it doesn't shine for me. Even if I do stay as your shadow, it would only hurt me. I'm tired of getting hurt for belief that the only one who could be with Kurokocchi is you!"
Aomine narrowed his eyes at Kise, "Oh so, you're all wise now?"
"No!" Kise shot back, "I'm an idiot! I admit that because after all these years I…"
"You what?"
"Aomine-kun." Kuroko interjected. Walking forward Kuroko bowed his head to Aomine. "Thank you. I went here, to say that."
Aomine blinked twice as he watched Kuroko stood straight and looked at Aomine in the eyes.
"None of what I said in Teiko were lies. You have taught me a lot. I owe you this much, but I don't owe you my life." Kuroko said calmly, "I would have wanted to sing with you. But things have changed. Today is not the same as yesterday. I may mean all those words but that doesn't mean it still stands. Your light…it doesn't shine for me. Even if I do stay as your shadow, it would only hurt me. I'm tired of getting hurt for your sake. I have enough…"
Aomine was about to retaliate when suddenly—
"Itaike de kanashii uso, dore dake narabetara ii?" Kuroko said the familiar words that slowly sunk in Aomine's head. Kise listened painfully again to those words, this time right in the lips of the person who wrote them. " …Anata ga mitsukete watashi janai basho mo."
Aomine stared right at Kuroko's eyes, he had listened to the song so many times. He only paid attention to the tune and the chorus, and perhaps it wasn't meant for him to sing it. It was meant for him. His eyes shifted to Kise who looked as if he had calmed himself down now, he was shaking. Did he knew about it too? But seeing he had only gone here today, perhaps he had only heard it once. Aomine wasn't gifted with the skills to compose unlike Akashi, Kise and Kuroko. Kuroko was the one who taught Kise with song composition…was that how he…
"Thank you. But my answer still stands—no."
Kuroko said and bowed one last time before turning away and grabbing Kagami's wrist and dragging the taller male out of the backstage. Takao's expression was replaced with a small smile, as Kuroko pass him, he ruffled the teal hair and muttering something before letting the other go. The brunette bowed and left following the two. Kise turned towards the group watching them leave.
As soon as the group disappear into the sight, Kise turned towards Aomine. Before Aomine could say anything, the blonde walked towards him and took held him by the wrist.
"We need to talk, now."
Aomine was unsure, Kise was usually shy around telling people about what he really means, but the look in his eyes meant serious business. Before answering Kise's question he turned to the staffs and the people around them, "Nothing to see here, nobody follows us do you hear me?"
Everyone suddenly shy away from the two and dispersed. Before Aomine could ask Kise where he would be going, the blonde quickly took the lead pulling Aomine away from the majority of the people and back to the dressing rooms. It was easy for him to know the place, as Generation of Miracles, they had performed at this stage many times, the blonde could walk around here with his eyes close and not even be lost. He scanned each rooms and searching for Aomine's name on the board. When the name appeared in one of the door, Kise without hesitation opened it and stepped in with Aomine before locking the door.
Aomine watched as Kise's eyes stilled at the door knob. It was obvious that his mind was debating if he should actually do this, if he does, there was obviously no turning back.
"Don't you dare chicken out on me after pulling that damn stunt." Aomine said breaking the silence.
"Why…" Kise's voice trembled as he remained facing the door. "Why…did you call Kurokocchi out here?"
"To take back what's mine."
Kise chuckled dryly. To hear it again, to hear it from his lips, it hurts more than he thought it would. His eyes felt hot, and his chest churn painfully.
"Yours…huh?" Kise muttered to himself before turning to Aomine letting go of the knob, "And…and did you know how much, how many times, you have hurt him by saying those words?"
"What are you talking about you—"
"Because he knows!" Kise exclaimed loudly, "He know every single time you say it, every single time you tell him that its not true!"
"Oh, so you know now how I feel?"
"I don't and that's the worst part!"
Aomine stared at Kise, he was losing it. He was a mess, his eyes were starting to fill itself with tears. Kise never showed this kind of him to anyone, not even back in Teiko. He sure did cry a thousand times back then, but they were out of his childishness, but this one, he had never seen him rip all those pretentious smiles, and show the wreck that he was. His hands twitch at the thought wanting to reach him, he swore in his bones after that incident with Haizaki that he wouldn't let him hurt, or at least he wouldn't let himself see it. But now he couldn't turn his eyes away.
"The worst part was I spent all my life trying to chase you!" Kise exclaimed, "I spent years trying my best so that you could at least spare me a look! I wanted you to look at me too! But I-I'm never good enough! I-I'm always…always second to everything, to Kurokocchi, to you!"
"Shut the fuck up—"
"NO!" Kise exclaimed, "You shut up and fucking face the truth! You want Kurokocchi all to yourself, you didn't see how you hurt him, o-o-or anyone! Can't you see it, you aren't the only one for him anymore! The things you do, no, it doesn't help, it hurts him!"
"You don't give me that shit, you have no idea how I feel so don't you for a second tell me—"
"Then be fucking honest!" Kise exclaimed, "Tell what you feel, tell me what you really feel! Because I am sick and tired of watching you toy with people's feelings like its some kind of corn chip!"
BLAG!
Kise gasps as he felt a hand suddenly gripped the collar of his clothes and pushed him against the wall. His eyes stared right at the familiar midnight blue eyes, their faces inches away from each other. Aomine placed his free side of Kise's head trapping him in the small space between them. Aomine could see the tears were now starting to spill from those amber eyes, his lips were quivering in attempt to drown his pitiful sobs. He was trying his best not to break when the crack was already irreparable.
"You want fucking honesty?" Aomine's voice was filled with his rage, something wild and angry. "You had everything laid on for you pretty boy, you could have pick among your thousand hundred fans and I would have been just another face in your fucking doll collection—"
"So that was why you chose Kurokocchi? You chose him because he was convenient?! Well you are an asshole!" Kise snapped back angrily, "You…you have no idea how he…he really loved you."
The last words Kise said made Aomine's grip losen.
"I like you."
Kuroko's voice rung in his head, it was what Kuroko first said when he told him that he liked him. He repeated his words instead of saying I like you too. He backed away grabbing his short hair with a hand.
"You're a coward."
The words echoed in the room. Kise quietly stood in his spot watching as Aomine turned his back on him leaning down on a table in the room, his hands clenching into a fist.
It made sense now, it made sense why Kuroko never showed any emotion to him, he never stood like that to him like he did to the crimson haired man. He never begged anyone like he did for that man. He never looked at him like he did in that man, instead his eyes were always filled with this unexplainable regret. He never looked happy even if he did say he likes him, and even if he said it over a hundred times. Convenient, yes, that was correct, because Kuroko was convenient, there was no way Kuroko wouldn't like him, he had seen it, it was obvious, he likes him, and he was safer, because Kuroko didn't have anyone like Kise, and he was so different he thought—
"I thought I could forget you."
Aomine's words sliced through the building silence in the room. It was soft, almost a whisper. Kise barely caught it, but when the word sunk, his eyes widen. His hands that were clenched into a fist slacked. Aomine turned to face Kise laughing dryly before putting an arm over his eyes.
"Ha!" Aomine exclaimed intending to mask his real emotions, but it was too late. Everything was slowly coming down. This was what he feared, with Kise he knew he would be this vulnerable. "Tetsu's just so different from you, you know. He isn't whinny, he didn't begged me to practice or rehears with him after, he's quiet, snarky and bold. I thought yeah, that's great. He's different, unlike you. He wouldn't give me a hard time, he'll come around always because I would be the only one he got."
"Because with you, you got lots of others. You can leave me for those women, and what do I got compared to those? I'm a fucking option and do you kno—"
"I do!" Kise cut him, pausing Kise bit his lower lip as he looked away knowing well those midnight blue eyes were staring at him intensely. Kise chuckled humourlessly. He remembered every single time he wanted Aomine all for himself, all those time he wanted him to look at him instead but his eyes were turned towards the teal haired blue musician instead. He was always a step behind either with Kuroko or to Aomine himself. Kise turned to face Aomine eyes breaming with tears.
"I know…I know what it feels like to be an option, and if there is anyone in this room who should be saying that, it should be me! I was always second to you, and I was just an option! And between Kurokocchi and me, of course you chose him! You chose him because he is less complicated, and I-I…I'm just…I'm just a fucking idiot. I don't even know why I liked you in the first place! Y-You're a narcissistic idiot, coward, you and your ego should go marry each other!
You keep giving me mixed signals! I don't know, do you like or not, or what? One moment you hate me, the next you're punching a guy in the face getting detention because the guy hurt me."
Aomine's eyes widen.
"How did you know about that?"
"You think I wouldn't know?" Kise huffed, "I know…I know what you did…Kurokocchi told me. So give me at least that honest answer…why, why would you do it?"
"Why the hell would I even—"
"The accident…the accident with Haizaki, I…because of it I'm going to be deaf soon. So at least this, tell me now before I never get to hear it…why? Aominecchi…why?"
Aomine's eyes widen, the images of that incident flashed at the back of his mind. The pumping of the blood in his streams were merciless. Deaf. Kise will be deaf, because of that incident. If he had been seen it, if he had been with him, if he didn't leave him, if he wasn't…
"No…" Aomine couldn't believe it, he was losing him in a way he didn't imagine. "Y-You're joking, right I-I mean that's—"
"Its called Sensorineural hearing loss, it's a progressive kind of disorder, irreversible." Kise said calmly. Somehow deep inside he had been able to accept this fact. It was sad, but he felt like he couldn't outrun it, there was no use crying, mulling over it. There was no surgery that could repair the his hearing. It was only a matter of time. "The head trauma I got from the incident caused a part of my brain that controls hearing to slowly deteriorate; there was isn't any other way, there isn't any cure. It will only take a matter of time until I perfectly lose my hearing."
Aomine's body trembled, Akashi said nothing bad happened, he said Kise was alright. He said he only received some bruises and cuts, he said…he said he was alright. Aomine growled and scream at the top his lungs, he could feel his head swirling with the revelations. Anger clouded his vision, anger towards fate, anger towards himself, and to the person who caused this to happen to Kise.
A loud crash was heard in the room as Aomine picked up a foldable chair threw it on the floor with force. Kise could only close his eyes and keep himself still. It was a truth Aomine had to know. He didn't want to live in a lie anymore, and he would accept all the consequences that it entails him, he would accept his wrath, his pain, all of it for this last chance to remove himself from the cages of lie which he had comfortably sat and surrounded himself with for the longest time. Aomine trashed the room, there were flowers thrown across the room, clothes, and hampers, it was until the dark skinned singer had fallen quiet punching a wall next to him.
"I…I'm sorry." Kise whispered, he didn't know why he felt like apologizing, he just did. Maybe it was for seeing Aomine like this, maybe…maybe it was for not telling him for a long time.
To the blonde's surprise, Aomine turned and walked towards him with a hurried steps and suddenly he found himself wrapped in his arms, face pressed against his shoulder. He could feel the small tremors in his muscles, the other's lips pressed in his hair. Kise closed his eyes feeling a wave of déjà vu. He remember the same arms wrapping protectively around him, the same warmth, the same scent, he was also shaking then and he was whispering his name in an almost cracking voice.
"D-Don't leave me."
Kise's snapped open as he heard that low murmur. Those words, he had heard of that before too, it was when—
"Kise! Oi Kise, wake up! Don't dare fucking leave me!"
Kise gasped, he couldn't remember well but he knew that voice. Tears started streaming down his eyes again, he could feel the uncontrollable sobs erupting from his throat, and his arms aching to hold, to never let go. His clutched the material of Aomine's shirt gripping tightly as if his life depends on it. His tears started staining the expensive shirt as he cried himself out.
He had never cried as much as he did today, he had never cried like this in front of anyone, because he knew it was his weakness. But he had long lost the fight when he fell in love with Aomine. He gave Aomine the ability to hurt him beyond anyone else the moment he loved him. And he was coming down, crumbling like a sad, pitiful, weak soul that he really is.
"I'm not dying Aominecchi." Kise said beyond his tears attempting to joke, but it came out like a fearful deceive for himself. His dry laughs turned into a cries and tears as Aomine merely tightened his grip in him, his hand reaching up in those blonde locks and pressing his head closer to himself.
"…I can't…lose you."