Note: oh god last week when i logged into my email all i saw was fanfiction stuff. omg thank youuuuu? ;w;; I HEART YOU ALL COME HERE LET ME LOVE YOU? /shots. expect slight angst and is supposed to get you curious. i don't own this, otherwise the anime would be full of gay smex and fucking in the middle of the court. rated t+. expect more discussions than the prologue. i need a damn beta im so lost man help.
Edit: I've read this all over again before updating ch. iii and dear lord the out-of-characterness (orz). This is updated! (and still ooc (double orz))
Because simply sitting down and talking things out is too mainstream for them.
ch II
What the actual fuck.
It's the first sentence that comes in Aomine's mind, before he grabs the door handle and slams it close. He takes weak steps back, almost tripping on his fifth step before stumbling back until his back lands on a wall.
And then it all sinks in.
(...shit.)
He might be wrong, but as far as Aomine can tell, there is a 99.9% chance that the dude gaping at him ten seconds ago was Kise Ryouta. Sure, he might be wearing thick framed glasses, or his hair might be a little longer that it's some centimetres past his earlobes, or that he seems and inch taller and slightly bit broader than the Kise that Aomine has seen two years ago, but..
Dear sweet mother of god he just hopes this is a hallucination.
Though, who else in the world would call him Aominecchi? Who else would wear that stupid eye-liner —"it's not an eye-liner It's the natural shape of my eye!" his damn ass. Or who else could smell like him, talk like him, act like him.. actually be like him? Common fucking sense and straight to the damn point: no one but Kise, and he better be damn right about this cause if there'd be another Kise on the Earth then, fuck.
This still has to be an illusion. Or a hallucination. Or a misunderstanding. Whichever.
But deep down inside, he knows it's all real. That Kise's on the other side of the door, and that they're only a few feet apart, and he is alive and breathing. It's what matters for now.
When he snaps out of his reverie, he stumbles back up and sprints, opening the door in such a rough motion that it almost snaps from it's hinges. The blonde is still there, hair fluttering from the wind caused by the door suddenly opening to his face, staring through his glasses with a clear ohmygodohmygodohmygod expression written all over him.
Aomine reaches out—
"Ah."
—and Kise stammers and then dashes down the hallway.
He's flabbergasted for a millisecond before taking in that the blonde is currently bolting down the hallway of their apartment building, escaping from his grasp after he's found him after so long. Clicking his tongue, he darts right after him, and Kise lets out an un-manly sounding eep!
The actual apartment complex consisted of more than twenty apartments per floor and is designed to look like the letter U when viewed from above. Kise has three options of escaping; one is to take the elevator which is vacant and opened right at their floor, two is to slam the fire exit open and scurry down the staircase, or three, take a sharp right turn to the left side of the apartment floor, dash down the hallways to increase speed, and them just barge through the staircase at the end of the hall and run for his life.
Since one sounded that it might take too long (and that Aomine might make it in time before the elevator closes and he might- no, he will throttle the blonde when he actually gets his hands on him), and two sounded like it'll just take him longer opening the door and will end up decreasing the distance beween them...
Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud-thud.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going!?"
...he might as well go with option number three.
"I don't know you, Aominecchi!" (—yeah, he doesn't know at all. *coughsarcasmcough.)
Turn to the right.
"But you just said my name!"
Run, run, run, faster. Increase speed. Use heels, not toes.
"...why are you chasing me then!?"
Bigger steps. Bigger steps, weight on heels—faster, he doesn't have to know.
"Because you're running away from me, you idiot!"
You don't want him to know. I have to go faster. Faster, go faster, feet.
Run.
"I really don't know any ganguros like you! So I don't know you!"
...
Wait, did he just blurt that out—oh fuck. Kise quickly clamps his hands over his mouth, before looking behind to see Aomine glaring at him darkly, his feet increasing in speed. And then when he hears a dangerous snap, Kise knows that this just might be the end of his life.
"KISEEEEEE!"
"Eep!"
The fire exit's near.
Three more huge steps. Then grab the handle.
Now sprinting in full speed, they reach the end of the darkly illuminated hallway when something whizzes just barely past Kise's earlobe, surprising the blonde. Kise looses concentration, taken aback of the fact that the his former team mate's shoes almost hit him square in the face—and now was lying on the ground, leaving a dent on the wall. The tanner man takes the opportunity and just slams him to the opposite wall, putting both arms beside his head, just in case the model tries to escape him yet again. But Kise still does, crouching down underneath Aomine's arms and gallops away like crazy.
But unfortunately, Aomine catches him by the hood of his hoodie, and Kise being Kise... he looses his footing.
When he comes to, ex-ace finds himself on the carpeted floor of the hallway with Kise sprawled on top of him, looking like he's about to faint right on the spot. Then there's the sound of another door opening, and when Aomine looks up he finds a middle aged woman in her apron, looking downright pissed off while screaming in English about something along the lines of "Would you mind shutting the fuck up and bringing your activities to your own apartment!?"
He cringes when the sound of the door closing echoes down the rather empty hall, before glaring down at half-closed honey brown eyes. Those eyes stare at him, distant and blank for a moment, before saying, "See? Stop running away from me, you brat."
Kise staggers when he tries to get up, prying himself from Aomine's lap and fighting the urge to give into the temptation of gravity. He tries to run yet again, but Aomine catches his wrists. When he turns around, the taller man has a glare that can make a million hells freeze over.
Shit.
The next moment, all Kise sees is the world around him turning upside down, before he feels large hands on his butt to keep him from toppling off whatever he was on.
And then the model finally apprehends the fact that Aomine is carrying him. Like a sack of potato, too, and he has no choice but to hang on for dear life since if he tries to trash around Aomine might, accidentally or not, let go—which means him falling off and cracking his skull which might just lead to a concussion or even death.
Well, crap.
The bluenette keeps his hand wrapped securely over Kise's waist and under his knees, huffing as he marches down the hall to his apartment. Kise tries to wriggle his way out of Aomine's strong grip, practically wheezing and clinging tightly to the back of Aomine's shirt—whoever the hell says this style of carrying is sweet or romantic is just absolutely insane. Damn, his stomach hurts like hell and it feels like every single ounce of blood his body has just rushed to his head.
"Aho.. minecchi..!" He breathes out in difficulty, sounding much like an old man trying to do sit ups. The said man huffs in return but doesn't reply, his attention on getting the keys out of his pocket. When the door opens, the first thing Kise notes is that Aomine can actually do housework- well, any housework that does not involve the kitchen, he adds, because that part of the apartment just reeks of burnt, rotten, and inedible food.
They step inside the apartment, and before Aomine could turn and face Kise away from the 'outside world', the lighter adult (violently) forces him to halt when his eye catches sight of the same honey brown orbs he has.
"Ow! What was that punch for!?" He hisses, annoyed.
Kise lets out a rough whine, pushing on the side of Aomine's head that he could possibly reach, and then pushes it as far away from him as possible. Aomine growls. "Please put me down?"
"No."
"But—"
"No."
"I won't try to es—"
"No."
"Aomin—"
"No."
Kise hisses, and for once he reminds Aomine of a irritated cat, and not a dog. "There's a baby outside!"
Aomine clicks his tongue, heads straight to the kitchen, grabs a chair and places Kise on it. The blonde then gapes as he watches Aomine slowly (read:seductively) unbuckle his belt, his left foot placed on the chair and beside the gaping adult's thighs. Kise finds himself flushing, face colouring into the same shade as a tomato, as he watches tanned hands work on the leather thing placed around his waist. "W-what are you doing...?"
Aomine stares weirdly at him before his lips—almost inconspicuously—starts twitching upward in a somewhat teasing smirk, but fights the urge because fuck, he's supposed to be mad at this man.
"Tying you onto a chair so you can't escape," he mutters in response like it's the most obvious thing in the world, keeps the snickering to himself, and then leans in to buckle the belt when it's securely tied around Kise. He takes in the blonde's scent and notices that it has changed slightly; less feminine and citrus-y but still Kise-like. "We're gonna have to talk."
"But there's a baby outside!" Kise looks at him with a slightly flushed and panicked face, but quickly covers it up with some kind of puppy eyes, looking like he's about to cry. Aomine tsk's, turning around to grab the door handle for what seemed the nth time in one day. "Alright, but we're going to talk or I will throttle and then castrate you."
Cold sweat runs down the back of Kise's neck; and he knows he better be listening to Aomine and his own guts. But then again he has to escape from Aomine's grasp. Something tells him that he's about to experience what being 'in deep shit' is like. "Aominecchi, the baby!"
Aomine eyes Kise suspiciously, lips formed into a thin frown and eyebrows almost joining midpoint. "Right. Wait, but then why would you leave your goddamn baby right in front of my apartment, you stupid father!?"
"Wait, aren't you the stupid father to leave his own daughter right in front of you own apartment?!" He retorts.
"But isn't she yours?!"
"Well, aren't you the da—!"
"Wait, what. You mean that baby's both ours!?"
Kise gawks at him, looking like his jaw's about to fall off if it hadn't been attached to the rest of his skeletal system. Aomine just looks downright incredulous, like he had a big fat question mark written all over his face because right now he's just simply fucking confused. "Oh my god,"
"What?"
"OhgodserioslyIgotyoupregnant whatIcantwhatshappening—"
"What," now it was Aomine's turn to give him the someone-tell-me-what-the-fuck-is-going-on stare, his hands still on the doorknob but doesn't make a move to step outside to retrieve the poor baby since he's too preoccupied trying to process the information in 'what little brain he has', as explained by Akashi. "Pregnant? Who, me?"
"So you're admitting it!?" Kise gasps—no, shrieks, his mouth hanging wide open.
"I wasn't admitting it, you dumbass! I was asking you a question!" Aomine responds, bringing his large hands up to his face to massage the bridge of his nose. "First of all, I am a guy-" he points down to the part where his so-called evidence is hidden, and then lifts up his v-neck shirt to show him his boobless but toned chest. "Do I need to completely strip for you?" he asks, in such a nonchalant way that it's almost funny. He watches as his blush darkens, before bringing up both his middle and pointy finger. "Second of all, we haven't even fucked,"
The blonde stared at him, blinking, before releasing a huge sigh of relief.
"What, did you honestly think I have a vagina," Aomine frowns, his words sounding more like an 'I'm clearly judging you and your stupidity' statement instead of a question. Kise splutters, trying to explain how there's a research going on about male pregnancy and how it might have happened to them for all he knows, but the ace simply ignores him and continues on with his speech.
"When I return you better be sitting quietly on that chair."
Aomine turns his back onto him, and doesn't see nor hear when he breathes out the words"But I can't."
When Aomine returns, Kise is nowhere to be found.
He's in front of closed elevator doors, furiously and frantically jabbing his index finger at the black 'down' button, hoping that by some miraculous chance he just blinks and the elevator's empty and open to bring him to the first floor to find that stupid blonde. But no, he knows it won't, since the numbers on top of the doors indicate that the elevator is 20 floors down and descending, meaning that he would have to wait for at least 10 minutes or so for it to arrive to their floor.
And if he ever needs to literally jump off down flights of stairs, he's knows that he can't — or rather, won't, since there's a peacefully sleeping toddle cradled in his arms and he's not much of a heartless bastard to turn the baby's sleep into an eternal one.
Damn, right now he's just extremely frustrated.
- Flashback (?) -
Once he was back into the apartment - young girl, clothes, and booster seat in hand, the first thing he's expecting to see is nowhere in sight.
The chair, steadily standing in the middle of his living room, is empty. The leather belt he just removed five minutes ago is lying on the carpeted part of the floor. He's surprised and annoyed, to say at least, and Aomine drops the bags onto the cold hard floor and looks around.
No blonde hair. No stupid model face. No Kise.
No nothing, none, like he just simply dissipated in thin air.
"Kise.."
It's what he mutters under his breath, and Aomine is surprised that it hasn't come out shaky. He rushes towards the slightly opened balcony door, poking a head outside to see if there are any signs of the model, or even if there were any possible escape routes he could have gone through. He freezes when he remembers that there are only two possible exit/escape routes;
First is through the windows and the balcony, and plunge about more than 1000 feet downwards to the busy streets of new york. Second is simply through the main doors.
And then it dawns onto him.
Shit.
Aomine makes a sharp turn towards the reverse direction, towards the door and away from the balcony, and grinds his teeth out of annoyance when he finds it slightly ajar instead of wide open, just as he left it. That stupidly wise, sneaky bastard had hidden from him and waited until his attention was away from the door, before quietly sneaking out of his apartment.
Asshole.
He rushes out of his apartment, barely even locking the door, before running to the elevators just in case it was there at their floor. And to his utter annoyance, the elevator was 15 floors down and descending. Well, guess he had no choice.
Holding the kid - dare he say (possibly) Kise's child - securely towards his chest, he slams the staircase door open and begins skipping down the steps with a tad bit more of carefulness, seeing that he has a child in his care. Somehow he's displeased at the fact that of all the apartment suites he could've lived in on this apartment, it just had to be one located on a high level.
Yeah. Destiny's definitely having fun messing with them.
By the time Aomine reaches the tenth floor, he's practically wheezing his ass off.
Darn, he knew he should've continued training for basketball.
Three steps. Three steps, and the door leading in and out the staircase for floor 1 flings open and barely pounds into the face of an unsuspecting passerby. It's a teenage girl and she looks at him in downright astonishment and—
Aomine barely even starts his apology before a flash of lemon-yellow catches his azure eyes.
The next moment, he realizes he's sprinting yet again.
"Oi!"
Kise stops midway of climbing into a taxi. He twirls around, blonde hair swaying along with the autumn wind, and then...
"STOP RIGHT THERE YOU LITTLE SHIT."
—scampers away like it's his last logical decision in life. Aomine finds himself itching to temporarily rip the model's legs of to prevent him from running away again. Though, he doesn't, but he does start chasing after Kise with a menacing glare that would seriously make him want to dig his own grave and die in it.
Basically, the look on Aomine's face automatically sends Kise the 'when I catch you I will seriously asphyxiate and wring you and maim your dick after I cripple it badly' message without even having to voice it out. Kise feels like screaming like a girl.
And he does. Kind of.
Aomine doesn't care if he looks like a serial killer with a baby in hand, chasing an innocent young lady (correction: twenty year old man who models and plays basketball) who's screaming his lungs out. He just wants to get the stupid, said twenty year old man, and bring him back to his apartment for a peaceful—well
at least as nonviolent as possible—conversation over a cup of tea.
He's going to make sure he does. And luckily, Kise trips over some random shoe in the middle of the side walk.
Manhandling an extremely whiny Kise all the way back up to the 26th floor was hard, considering that he has a toddler in his care, who miraculously had still not woken up through the whole ordeal. He has the model over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes for the second time in half an hour, and the young girl well tucked underneath his arms.
When they get back, the first thing Aomine thinks is, fuck the peaceful conversation over a cup of tea, and flings Kise on the couch after gently placing the toddler back into her seat.
"A-A-Aominecchi..."
He sits beside the blond's laying figure, pressing both palms on both sides of the model's head, trapping the model. He locks gazes with him, firm cobalt eyes clashing with wide citrine ones, and Kise finds himself too nervous to be embarrassed about the suggestive position they were in.
"Kise." He calls, leaning in slightly further catch his attention when the other tries to look away from him. Kise looks back up at him, scared, and Aomine sighs and rests his head onto his shoulder. The shorter man out of both lets out a surprise yelp at the sudden breath near the junction of his neck and shoulders, but Aomine doesn't realize the slight discomfort and embarrassment and instead drags his head higher until his locks brush up to Kise's ear. "Spill."
"S... spill what?"
"Everything."
The other man chuckles nervously, trying to shift on the sofa. "There's nothing to spill out..?"
"Kise," Aomine drawls in a flat but warning tone, closing in slightly towards Kise and looks at him dangerously in the eye. He presses his lips together into a dangerous smile while Kise tries to calm himself because inwardly it's chaos in his head and he's panicking like hell. "What do you mean there's nothing? Nothing?"
"Aominecchi, I..."
"There's no nothing, Kise,"
"Look—"
"Hah," Aomine scoffs, forcing out a bitter smile as he tilts his head to one side and looks at the other with such serious eyes that it makes him shudder. Kise goes back to nibbling his bottom lip and averting his attention from Aomine, but the other just leans in further until Kise and practically feel his breath. "There is no nothing, Kise. It's everything."
"Aominecchi, listen—"
"That phone call. Oh, good afternoon, Aomine. Don't talk to me any more 'cause I'm fucking done admiring you. Oh and I'm done leading you on too. Let's forget about each other, I don't give a damn fuck any more, I'm sorry," he mimics with so much sardonicism that it hurts, and he sinks back into his couch while sighing exasperatedly. Kise flinches, and even though it's not the exact words he had said two years ago and he knows Aomine's over exaggerating it—
Hearing his own words scoffed out of Aomine's mouth while he looks so hurt just stings like a bitch.
"Two and a half years. I waited. You never came. Satsuki, Kuroko, Kagami, everyone—they told me to forget about you. That phone call, the nightmares, god I feel like a fucking girl. But honestly, it is not nothing to me, Kise."
"Aominecchi..."
"Fuck, alright, yeah. It's totally nothing 'cause I felt pathetic, waiting for you for two and a half years to explain this goddamn thing and then when you come back the first thing you do is run away."
His grip on the edge of the chair tightened, knuckles turning paper white. "Look, I can explain this, I just can't right now—"
"You know what? Forget it." Aomine mutters, pulling away from Kise, from the scent, from his warmth.
The blonde jolts at both his words and the loss of his warm breath on his shoulders, breathing in shakily, and when he feels thorough loss of warmth from his whole body, he reaches up and wraps his arms around Aomine's neck before he could pull away. "I'm sorry."
Silence.
"I'm sorry... I'll tell you someday, I just, it's complicated right now, Aominecchi."
Silence.
"For now, let me linger around for a while. I swear I won't try to leave until I tell you everything— I... I promise, Aominecchi. I'm sorry."
Aomine is the type of person who doesn't forgive easily.
But when it comes to Kise, every intellectual logic he has left just flies out of the window. And vice versa.
"Whatever," The tanned man mumbles gruffly into Kise's shoulders, feeling Kise's hands grip tighter on his shirt when he tries to back away from their hug. "It's the past. You want to leave, go ahead. It's not like I care any more."
Yet Kise knows that he still does, since he feels Aomine's hands unconsciously grip at the side of his shirt - he's nervous. Kise's lips break into a smile but he immediately bites it to keep the tears from building up in his eyes. "Haha! Aominecchi's turning into Midorimacchi,"
"Hah!?"
"What a tsundere~"
"Shut up," he growls, face turning light pink. "I'm giving you a choice here, you can leave now and I'll never bother you again for all I care—"
Kise snickers, "Exactly my point."
"And when did you get so cocky?" He scowls, pulling away before playfully pulling on the other's cheek. Kise whines about how half of his face will get saggy if he pulls that hard, trying to slap Aomine's hand off his cheek but failing miserably when he ends up slapping himself.
Before Kise could rant about how much of a jerk Aomine is, a loud shriek interrupts their small quarrel. Aomine blinks and turns around, ready to get to the baby when he feels a rough tug at the end of his shirt.
I'll tell you everything eventually, Aominecchi. But for now let's just wait until everything's over.
Please, just wait. Until he's gone— I'll tell you everything you want to know, everything I want you to know. Just... please,
It's what Kise wants to say, but he doesn't. He just smiles and shakes his head when Aomine raises an eyebrow at him, stands up himself and then pushes him towards the little baby.
For now, he'll just have to watch over Aomine himself.
"Aominecchi, look, so cute!" he squeals like a girl, grinning cheekily at the baby who laughed as he raised her high up into the air. "Somehow she reminds me of you a lot. Are you sure you didn't get any girl pregnant?"
The ex-ace scowls, shooting him a warning glare from across the room. "Do I look much of a sex addict to you?"
"Well," The blonde grins sheepishly, carrying the toddler under his arms. Aomine frowns, saying something about how the other was supposed to deny it, but Kise just shrugs it off and walks away while laughing like a maniac along with the baby.
Damn, if this stupid model gets too caught up with this baby, and vice versa, how is he supposed to separate them when they find her mother? He sinks back into the couch, foot up the coffee table, as he clicks away through American television shows.
And then the laughing stops.
The next thing he hears are sounds of heavy footsteps running down the hallway, and before Aomine could stand up to check out what's going on, Kise pops out of nowhere and almost scares the crap out of Aomine.
"Aominecchi!" He wheezes out, and Aomine notes how he should take the blonde to go jogging and get him back in shape cause it seems like simply running down the hallway has drained out the energy of the other. "Look!"
"...ha?" He asks, confused as Kise approaches him and hands him a folded paper, before dropping onto the couch next to him with the blue haired girl still sandwiched between his arms and waist. "The hell is this? A love letter?"
Kise offers him a deadpanned expression.
Aomine laughs, raising both his hands in defeat, before unfolding the letter and taking a close look at it.
This is Sai-chan,
She's almost 3 years old, birthday is on September 8. Please take care of her. Thank you.
"Sai? No last name?" Kise mutters over Aomine's shoulder, and the girl looks up at him with similar honey brown eyes. The model grins and begins doting over her, ruffling her slightly wavy cyan hair affectionately. "Hmm, how about I call you Sachi? Or Sa-chan? How cute!"
Sachi offers him a toothless smile and Kise swears he just felt an arrow go right through his heart.
"Look how cute she is, Aominecchi!" He says ecstatically, turning around just to see Aomine staring at the paper with all the blood from his face draining away. Kise blinks, pale fingers poking at slightly tanner cheeks, and he almost laughs at the . "Aominecchi?"
The said man runs both hands over his face. "Oh crap,"
"What's wrong?" Kise stares at him with a quizzical expression, pauses for a second as if he's in deep thought, before gasping over-dramatically. Both Aomine and Sachi jolts when he does. "Don't tell me... you figured out who her mom is?! You got someone pregnant? Aominecchi how could you!"
Aomine glowers at him, slapping the backside of his head. "No, you dumbass! It's just—How the fuck do you even handle a baby? I don't even know how to cook food for her, or how to change diaper, or how to give her a bath—"
There was silence.
Which was soon followed by choking, rolling on the floor and crazy fits of laughter.
"Shut up!"
note: sweet mother of god help me
i tried to fit in angst and romance/humour and aokise fluff and sa-chan and discussions and i swear this has been the craziest thing ever - orz. i know this chapter wasn't much of what everyone expected (i'm sowwee ;w;) i still hope people enjoy it though. oh by the way expect this story to be updated on either friday, saturday, and sunday of every week.
reviews, faves, and follows are very much appreciated /grins and ends up scaring people. x
