Dangerous Love

Day Eleven: Family


The previous dark and cloudy day bled into a stormy night filled with bright flashes of lightning and loud booms of thunder. The thunder roared and it startled Kasamatsu, making the teenager jump for the fourth time that morning. After for what seemed like an hour, the storm finally quieted. It was then Kasamatsu decided to get out of the comfort of his blankets and take a shower.

The raven haired teenager spared a glance at Aomine, seeing that he was completely out cold. Kasamatsu collected some clean clothes and walked into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and peeled off his clothes. His skin prickled from the chill in the air but Kasamatsu ignored it and turned the water on. He stood in the hot water, enjoying the heat that cascaded down his skin.

After cleaning himself, just when he was about to deem himself sparkly-clean, Kasamatsu heard a faint noise. The raven head tilted his head as he tried to listen over the sound of running water. When he could not hear anything else, Kasamatsu shrugged, thinking it was his imagination. He shut the water off and pushed the shower curtain out of the way. A figure a couple feet in front of him nearly made him slip. "Holy shit-" Kasamatsu hissed, his hand darting to his chest from the shock of seeing Aomine.

"Good morning, Yukio." Aomine murmured out after he yawned loudly. The taller man turned around once he zipped up his fly. "Flush that when you're done." He said sleepily.

"Yo- You can't just walk in here!" Kasamatsu said defiantly. He grabbed a clean towel and shielded himself from Aomine's half-asleep gaze.

Aomine blinked, as if still processing the words. "What's the big deal?" He complained after a moment of thought. "We have the same parts, you know." Aomine stated.

"It's called privacy for a reason." Kasamatsu quipped. The teen wrapped the towel around his body as he stepped around the assassin. "Or did your parents not teach you about that, either?"

Aomine, who was about to leave, stopped. He turned to Kasamatsu and studied the younger man. He tilted his head, thinking back to when he was younger. "My parents didn't teach me much, actually." Aomine recalled, his voice soft and calm.

Kasamatsu tensed as Aomine came out of his thoughts and walked closer to him. The younger man backed into the wall, Aomine casting a shadow over him as he stood close. Kasamatsu's heart beat fast in his chest, not sure of what Aomine was doing. The assassin's presence made him feel small and inferior in a way, which Kasamatsu did not like. He stared into Aomine's royal blue orbs until he could not take it anymore, and looked away. Then, in a small voice, he asked, "What?"

Aomine stared down at Kasamatsu for a few more seconds until he finally backed away. A small smirk made its way onto his face, unnerving Kasamatsu. "It's nothing." Aomine told him.

Kasamatsu was annoyed and off-put by the look Aomine had on his face when he mentioned his parents. However, when Aomine left him alone in the bathroom, Kasamatsu was relieved. The young adult began to dry himself off, thinking of how Aomine must have been making fun of him again. It only fuelled his annoyance. Kasamatsu just brushed it off while he got dressed, all the while ignoring the quick beats of his heart.

xXx

At the current rate of how his life was going, Kasamatsu got to thinking. He began to wonder if he would ever finish his high school career, if he would get to go to a great university like his parents wanted, or even get a good job. He even wondered if he would live to see the next day – but quickly shut down that kind of thinking.

By the afternoon, Kasamatsu's mind was muddled and it was beginning to give him quite the headache.

The teenager got up and searched his bag for medicine and was left feeling disappointed when he could not find the kind he was looking for. He found it odd that his father packed different kinds but not the most simple one needed to remedy a headache. Although he supposed it was just a headache. He could deal with it.

"What are you all mopey for?" Aomine's voice startled Kasamatsu, the teen jumping somewhat.

Kasamatsu craned his neck to stare up at Aomine. He could not help but feel awkward around the older man, blaming it on the incident earlier that day. Kasamatsu lowered his head, staring at his bag. "I was just looking for something for my head. I just have a bad headache." Kasamatsu admitted.

Aomine hummed in response. The older man got up and grabbed the car keys. "No medicine but we can get some when we get more groceries." The royal blue eyed man offered, motioning for Kasamatsu to get up.

Kasamatsu just shrugged. "We don't have to but whatever." The eighteen year old grabbed his bag and followed after Aomine. He changed the subject, "What do you want to eat?" He asked. Earlier they had leftover's for breakfast, Kasamatsu having to tell Aomine that it was bad to waste food.

"I want tamago-yaki." Aomine replied quickly, as if he had been waiting for the question. "I decided I want to eat more breakfast... Even if it isn't a breakfast time." He shared.

"I'm assuming you want that sausage thing which you used as a weapon the other day with it, right?" Kasamatsu smiled as Aomine grunted. "I'll take that as a yes." He said curtly.

The teenager knew the protocol by now and entered the bathroom where he kept his contacts. He put them in, vaguely wondering if he will ever get used to them, before he was ready. Aomine placed the baseball cap on his head to hide his hair and soon they were off.

The pair made it to the grocery store they visited the other day and proceeded to do more shopping. Kasamatsu almost felt as if life was normal, even if it was just for a second. The welcoming feeling was immediately halted when Aomine stopped walking, causing Kasamatsu to smack into his back.

The teen stumbled back and tensed. As he was about to ask what was wrong, Aomine spoke first. "I'll be right back." The assassin offered before he disappeared out of the snack aisle. Kasamatsu watched the leave and suddenly felt awkward as he stood and waited for Aomine to return. He rubbed his arm and tried to distract his nerves by looking at all the new and interesting snacks America had to offer. Kasamatsu grabbed a few and added them to their basket almost filled with meat and fresh vegetables and fruit. They also had the headache medicine for Kasamatsu, as well as a deck of cards just for boredom's sake. Aomine even offered to get Kasamatsu a book, albeit the book would be in English, given their location.

Kasamatsu was about to put the basket down but a glimpse of a small child caught his eye. He turned his head, staring at the end of the aisle. 'I'm going crazy,' Kasamatsu thought incredulously. 'That couldn't have been Yuuta. Yuuta is safe on an island with mom and Kazuki.' The raven head told himself. He did not like worrying and fretting over nothing.

The child's laughter chimed in the aisle next to him and it reminded him of all the shopping trips he went on with his mother and brothers. It made his heart ache, the pain almost making him forget about his throbbing headache. His eyes burned so Kasamatsu reached up to wipe at them, wiping away the salty drops which threatened to spill down his cheeks.

He jumped when he felt a hand land on his shoulder but sighed in relief when he realized it was just Aomine and not some stranger sent to kill him or something. "Is everything okay?" Kasamatsu asked. He sure hoped that everything was okay.

"It was just a false alarm." Aomine told the steel-blue eyed teenager. "Anyway, let's just go pay for all this stuff and get outta here."

Despite it being a 'false alarm', Kasamatsu shared Aomine's urge to hurry and get out of there. He nodded his agreement and the two headed for the check out. Once Aomine paid and thanked the lady, they took their groceries and left, the air still tense and heavy.

They made it back to the motel in record time. Kasamatsu put the groceries away while Aomine went to make sure that they were not followed. The high school student watched him leave and told himself that Aomine was only doing his job. A job which his father was apparently paying him to do.

Kasamatsu sighed, putting the last of the non-perishables away into the small cabinet. He looked around the kitchenette, studying it. He put the plastic bags in the drawer and turned just in time for Aomine to come crashing through the door with a strange man on top of him. The two landed in a heap but the stranger quickly regained himself and was wrapping his hands around Aomine's throat.

Kasamatsu watched in shock as Aomine let out a strangled noise as he struggled to knock his opponent off of him, releasing his hold on his throat. The blue haired man coughed as he tried to regain his breath but the stranger came at him full force again. Aomine was pinned but he managed to switch their positions so he was now pinning their attacker.

The pale man shouted at Aomine in English. His words were too fast for Kasamatsu to pick up on but Aomine seemed to understand. He swung at the tanned man several times but only managed to land a few solid hits which Aomine returned.

Aomine managed to punch the man square on the nose; the sound of bone crunching making Kasamatsu cringe. The shocked teenager did not know what the hell to do so he moved away from the fight. All the while his brain was running a mile a minute trying to think of possibilities and options, wondering how or why they managed to track him down so fast. His thoughts were interrupted when the man suddenly pulled out a gun. He waved it around wildly, shouting. His actions caused the assassin to pull out his own weapon, aiming it directly at the stranger.

Kasamatsu's heart was in his throat, his blood running cold. He hoped that no one would pull the trigger, not wanting to see any of that.

"Put the gun down, asshole!" Aomine yelled in English. The assassin took a step closer to their attacker, gun trained on the man's head. "Drop it." He whispered harshly.

The man's will faltered and in that moment of hesitation, Aomine was on him. He knocked the gun from the guy's hand and smashed his own weapon over the man's head. It must have been strong enough to knock the man unconscious because he collapsed on the ground, still as a rock. The brief silence was interrupted by the uneven breaths Aomine drew. The assassin sat on the ground, grasping his left arm. He regained his breath and glanced at Kasamatsu, muttering a quiet, "Sorry."

Kasamatsu shook his head as he stared at Aomine with wide eyes. His heart pounded in his ears which made it hard to hear Aomine, but he knew what he said. The teen remained silent as he slowly turned his gaze on the unconscious man. His lips parted to say something but no words came out.

"Don't worry," Aomine began, as if reading the younger man's thoughts. "This guy wasn't here for you. He was a guy who has been after my head for a few years or so." As Aomine explained, Kasamatsu felt himself calm down, just a bit.

"Okay," The raven head managed to whisper out. He did not know what else to say. Kasamatsu watched Aomine get back up with a grunt. He was about to ask if he was okay but Aomine interrupted him.

"Yukio, you wait here while I go deal with this piece of trash as well as the manager." Aomine wiped a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth, smudging it on his cheek.

"Uhm-" Before Kasamatsu could say anything, Aomine was already dragging the unconscious man out of their room. The teenager stood still until he snapped out of his stupor. Kasamatsu walked back into the kitchenette, still unsure of how to feel.

At least he knew the man was not here for him, but for Aomine. He vaguely wondered what his beef with the assassin was but quickly remembered that Aomine was indeed an assassin. His thoughts switched to Aomine saying he was going to talk to the manager. Kasamatsu was sure someone must have called the cops judging by the screaming and loud crashes the two caused in their battle.

The eighteen year old's thoughts were so jumbled that he still did not know what to feel. Kasamatsu looked at the ground where the pieces of glass lay scrambled around. During Aomine's fight, they much have knocked over one of the glasses. Kasamatsu crouched down and began to pick up the pieces, not wanting Aomine or him to step on it. The teen cursed when he cut his finger on a shard of glass.

Kasamatsu got up and went into the bathroom, running cold water over his cut. He watched the blood mixed with water go down the drain. He gently dried the water off and exited the bathroom. He found Aomine standing by the door, his face twisted in anger.

"Fucking manager!" He swore loudly, throwing a cloth onto his bed.

Kasamatsu looked at the cloth, seeing parts of it stained red with Aomine's blood. His head shot back to Aomine. "Are you okay?" He asked, fingers squeezing the fabric of his shirt in worry.

"Huh?" Aomine asked stupidly before he caught on. "Oh. The bastard pulled a knife on me and I guess he cut me. Don't know when, though." Aomine scoffed. The taller man walked into the bathroom and Kasamatsu trailed in after him. The look on his face made Aomine chuckle. "You look almost as if you care, Yukio."

Kasamatsu tore his eyes away from Aomine's bleeding arm in favour of staring at Aomine's face. It took a moment for the man's words to register but when they did, Kasamatsu scoffed. "Don't get your idiotic hopes up. You're supposed to protect me, remember?"

"I didn't forget." Aomine responded as he gingerly pulled his shirt off. Kasamatsu caught a small glimpse of pain flash across Aomine's face and remembered that despite being an assassin, he was still human.

Kasamatsu stepped forward, lightly touching Aomine's injured arm. The area around the cut was an angry red, Aomine's blood dripping down freely. He studied the wound, wondering how much it actually hurt. "You're crazy." Kasamatsu told Aomine.

"I'll take that as a compliment, now get outta here while I fix this. I- ow!" Kasamatsu gave Aomine's arm a light flick. The royal blue eyed man glared down at Kasamatsu. "What are you doing, Yukio?" He huffed.

"Taking care of your wound, what does it look like?" Kasamatsu asked rhetorically. The raven head made Aomine lean against the counter. "Now... Where do you keep all your medical supplies?"

Aomine diverted his gaze away from Kasamatsu. "In the side pocket of my bag." He answered. Kasamatsu patted his shoulder, making Aomine wince. "Easy." Aomine complained.

The steel-blue eyed teenager found Aomine's bag half kicked under his bed. He pulled it out and grabbed the medical supplies from the side pocket. He stared at the small first aid kit and brought it back to the bathroom with him.

Kasamatsu opened it and began to clean Aomine's arm of all the blood. He glanced up into the royal blue orbs of the older man. "So what did the motel manager say?"

"Just robbed me for some hush money." Aomine spat, still pissed about how much the manager wanted. "But its fine now." He added. As long as the cops did not get involved.

Kasamatsu only nodded. Once he finished cleaning Aomine's wound, the teenager pulled out some rubbing alcohol. He poured it on a damp cloth and pressed it against the cut. Aomine hissed from the stinging pain and Kasamatsu gave him a stern look. "Don't move." He ordered before smearing a topical ointment over the wound.

The raven haired teen determined that Aomine's cut was not as bad as he originally thought. Kasamatsu was sure he did not need stitches. He put a piece of gauze over his cut and told Aomine to hold it tight while he taped it down with medical tape. Once he finished that, Kasamatsu then wrapped Aomine's arm with some bandages. Kasamatsu stepped back once he was done and smiled, "There, all done." He wiped his brow.

Aomine gave Kasamatsu a calculating stare. "What? No kiss to make it better?" He questioned with a smirk.

"How about a slap?" Kasamatsu suggested happily, a slight threatening glare in his eyes.

Aomine chuckled as he pushed himself off the sink counter. He looked at himself in the mirror, staring at the bandages wrapped around his arm. The blue haired man's eyes flicked to Kasamatsu, staring at the shorter male through the mirror. "Yukio, tell me something," Aomine wet his lips, leaving the bathroom after the high school student did.

"What?" Kasamatsu asked once he put the first aid kit back where he found it. He faced Aomine, eyeing him as he leaned against the wall.

Aomine stared back before asking, "Why do you care so much?"

Kasamatsu looked at him before he turned away, abashed. "Because," He breathed out. "You're the only family I've got right now." With that confession, Kasamatsu curiously peered back at Aomine, his steel-blue orbs meeting his royal blue ones.

Aomine broke eye contact after a few moments, making his way over to his bed. "Aren't you one with words?" He smirked.

The older man reached in his pocket and handed Kasamatsu a band-aid. "That's for your finger. You don't want it getting infected." Aomine told the younger man as Kasamatsu accepted the band-aid.

"Thanks." Kasamatsu smiled softly.


This is the longest chapter so far o3o Just over 3000 words haha~

Stay tuned for tomorrow's theme: Wish.

~WinterAssassin~