Note: if you've read chapter two before february 26 then please get your ass back the middle of the previous chapter cause i revised it, fufu.
oh & i did say this would be updated every fri/sat/sun of every week—i meant every two weeks cause my writing skills are as gay as my otp and i simply cannot finish a 4,000+ word chap in a week ok orz. anyway. warning for cussing, mentions of sex, and if you are 12 and below or homophobic or badwriterphobic, gtfo.
my name is not tadoshi fujimaki (but im still fabulous /flips hair and gets shot)
Babies should not be sandwiched between the sexual tension of two gay basketball players, just had to point that out.
ch III
"Ahominecchiii,"
A finger, which what seems to come out of nowhere, repeatedly jabs Aomine's cheeks and barely missing his partially opened mouth when he shifts. The ex-ace grunts in response, rolling over to another side, and falls off the couch. It doesn't take long before a snort escapes Kise's lips, and when Aomine glares at him through barely parted eyelids, his snorting turns into full blown snickering.
But as much as he look like he does, Aomine doesn't get annoyed. For once, he's happy to be waken up, happy that Kise's face is the first thing he sees when he returns back to his conciousness.
(...even though the look he's giving Aomine says that he should be completely annoyed. Said asshole is still chortling behind his hand.)
"Ugh, you bastard," he mutters, rolling his head in a circular motion and wincing at the cracking sounds, before rising up from his position on the floor while glaring at the cackling model. Kise simply grins cheekily in return. "Could you not use that stupid nickname with your stupid voice? It's annoying to hear first thing when I wake up,"
"So mean!" He pouts, sticking his bottom lip out, and Aomine notes how they still haven't changed much over the past two years. He finds it relieving, how he could still converse with (translate: bully) him without feeling the least a bit of awkwardness. Kise would agree.
"Heh.. you didn't try to escape now, huh?" Aomine smiles, sitting on the armchair while Kise sits on the coffee table. It's awkward, muttering something like that and smiling so uncharacteristically, but he can't help it; the thought alone makes him want to smile.
Kise, on the other hand, feels his heart flutter—like what those typical shoujo manga heroines feel, those doki-doki moments that Aomine used to ridicule and scoff at while he and Satsuki gushed about the romantic scenes. "Well, it's Aominecchi. And I promised I'd tell you, didn't I? Did Aominecchi really think that I'd break my promise?"
"Five years ago, I lent you my favourite basketball and you promised me not to—"
"It's not like I intentionally shot the ball into that garbage truck!" Kise replies. "I even got you a new one of the same brand cause you made me feel guilty with all the sulking you did!"
"On the last week before graduation, we were supposed to meet at my house to hang out to play basketball and grab lunch. You promised to get there on time but you ended up arriving two hours late," he challenges, sinking back and slinging an arm over the couch.
Kise scowls, much to Aomine's liking. "I met literally everyone on my way to your house. Besides, I was the one who paid for the expenses that day 'cause you wouldn't forgive me!"
"It wasn't enough,"
"Cheapskate."
Aomine smirks, still mentally listing all the times where Kise had broken his promises, while the blonde watches him closely while shifting his sitting posture into an meditating position. "And you promised me something during a game at high school too.. ah," Aomine tilts his head, as if he's deep in thought, before slowly looking at Kise with a sly grin. "That admiration speech you gave me.. 'I'll stop admiring you' my ass. That promise never happened."
It took a full 1.28 seconds before Kise could register what Aomine just said. And when he finally does, the bluenette finds himself suppressing the grin about to spread on his face when the colour of the model's face drastically changes from pale to scarlet. "And what makes you so sure that it never happened?"
"Because," he raises up a finger, "one, in the end you still ended up flooding my phone with invites to play one-on-one - no one ever repeatedly asks one to play with them over and over again if they don't admire them," then another finger, "two, you still kept on copying my styles on games even after that game," and then he raises up the third, wagging it up in the air and smirking arrogantly when Kise blushes further more. "and lastly, you kept on repeating that line over and over again so it probably never happens, ne?"
"You - I... I don't—," Kise splutters, pauses, growls sofly and then finally sighs, placing an elbow on his knee and chin on his palm. "Ahominecchi has turned into arrogantminecchi or smartassminecchi now, hm."
Aomine rolls his eyes before glaring at him, "Where the fuck do you even get those stupid nicknames?"
"My brain?"
"What brain?"
"Aominecchi—!"
The taller guy chuckles throatily, before raising both hands up in the air. Kise watches in amusement, taking note on how Aomine has slightly matured, both physically and mentally. Slightly. "Alright, no more fighting so early in the morning or I'll get kicked out of this apartment."
"Morning? Eh, Aominecchi, you really still suck at telling the time,"
"Ha?"
The shorter man points his thumb at the wall behind him, and Aomine's attention is averted from Kise and onto the clock hanging on the wall.
2:18. And the living room's dark, with no signs of sunlight seeping through the window. The only actual source of light is the moon and the opened night stand located beside the television. Meaning that it's past midnight.
And somehow, he feels like he's forgetting something.
He stares at Kise, and Kise stares back at him with confused honey brown eyes, and—wait, honey brown eyes? "Ah–! Mai!"
"Eh? Aominecchi, I really hope you don't think I look like that model in the porn mags you used to jack off to." Kise replies flatly, his whining turning more into sulking. But Aomine doesn't notice, since he's too busy trying to remember the name of the kid left to his care.
"No, I mean Kai. Or was it Dai? Wait, that's my name," he mutters the last part, scratching the back of his head as Kise simply stares at him in perplexity. Then he catches on to what Aomine's been blabbering about.
"You mean Saicchi?"
"Ah, yeah," he says, making a face when Kise decides to comment on his poor memory. He retorts with a criticism on Kise's grades when they where in middle school, but Kise just scoffs again and comes back with an excuse of how he always has at least one score higher than Aomine on tests.
Aomine throws a glare at his direction.
"Anyway, about Mai—,"
"Sai," Kise corrects.
"Yeah, yeah." Aomine dismisses the argument, gets up from the leather sofa and starts walking towards the short hall of his one bedroom apartment. It's dark, but he's been walking down this same mini hallway for the past week, so he doesn't bump into anything. "Where is she? Is she asleep?"
"Ah, while you were asleep I dropped by the adoption centre and—"
Aomine freezes, "You what?"
Kise looks at him in what looks like perplexity, while the other just gapes openly at him. "Again, I dropped by the adoption centre so you don't have to—"
"Kise. Where is she?"
"In your room..?"
"But you just said you gave her to the adoption centre,"
"No! I'd.. She's too cute to be given up for adoption, Ahominecchi! And you should let me finish my sentence first! I was meaning to say that I dropped by the adoption centre to hand in the form you were supposed to fill out,"
This catches his attention, "What form?"
"The adoption sheets. You were sleeping and I figured you'd have me do it for you anyway, so I just did it in advance,"—he huffs, and then rolls his eyes when Aomine comments with a touché—"It was easy looking through your stuff anyway–oh, you still keep that sparkly pink underwear Midorimacchi gave you as a graduation gift, Aominecchi~?"
Said sparkly-pink-underwear-keeper throws another glare at him over his shoulder and opens the door to his bedroom. "Satsuki helped me pack. That idiot probably sneaked that stupid thing inside my bag."
"Hn,"
"I'm telling the truth."
"Alright." Kise mutters, chuckling lightly as he graced his way into the room. Aomine scowls at him, following suit, watching as Kise sits on the heels of his feet before caressing the cerulean locks of the small girl. The taller man sits on the office chair not far away from where Sai is sleeping, and tells Kise that he could sit on the bed if he wanted to. The blonde does as suggested. "Anyway, Aominecchi, if you're gonna be a daddy then at least have some decent food in your fridge."
"...which I have."
"It's not decent if it can kill a human being twice."
"Are you insulting my cooking?"
"So I passed by the convenience store down the road—" "Oi! Don't change the subject, you ass!" "—and got things for Saicchi that you'll probably need over the next few days. And of course, you'll need me too," He grins cheekily, winking and holding up the peace sign, but Aomine simply ignores him and continues his moping on about how his cooking skills just got flat out sneered upon.
Kise finds it hard holding back on another biting comment, because heck, his Ahominecchi just looks too adorable while pouting.
Sadist.
Hm, maybe that's why the other generation of miracle members find fun in 'bullying' him... actually, no, Kise's pretty sure that's the reason to why his former team mates used to bully him mercilessly ever since he's started playing basketball. Sadistic bastards.
It hasn't even been three minutes ever since Aomine started sulking when a dying whale sound interrupts Kise's daydreams.
Wait. Dying whale?
"Ah.." Aomine mutters, flushing slightly as he scratches the back of his head. "Sorry, that was my stomach. I'll go get snacks for a sec."
Kise stares at him for a millisecond, slightly shocked, and makes some kind of foreign noise that sounds like something in between a wheeze and a snort, before erupting into small, supposedly restrained fits of cackles. Aomine feels his face heat up in embarrassment and holds himself back from throwing the dictionary at Kise since it might wake the toddler up.
"Shut up!"
"Ahahaha!"—he stops and take two deep breaths (which makes him sound more like he's being strangulated)—"Okay, alright, I,"—sounds of wheezing are starting to fill the room and Kise can't help but burst into more fits of laughter as Aomine glares at him with more intensity—"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I just... pfft,"—and then more snorts follow his speech and the only time he stops is when Aomine stomps his way up to him and hits him at the back of his head.
"Shut up," he grunts, his face showing signs of tremendous irritation, eyeing Sai as she stirs on his bed. "You're waking up the kid with all your absurd guffawing."
Kise, who's now curled up on his bed in a foetus position while cradling his bruised head, halts his whimpers and whines to give the other man a dirty look. "You make me sound like I laugh like a dying horse,"
"Well—"
Kise pouts, sticking out his bottom lip and looking at Aomine with upturned eyes (...which is basically his if-you-say-i-actually-do-then-i'll-make-you-feel-like-the-greatest-scum-on-earth look.)
"—fine, you don't."
The blonde grins.
"I lied."
"So mean!" He mopes, but smiles when the other chuckles lightly. Slowly, he gets up from the bed and re-drapes the blanket over the two year old, patting her head lightly and then slowly makes his way to the door. "Aominecchi's hungry, right? Let's go to the kitchen, I tried making food."
This catches Aomine's attention. "Heh. You're gonna be a good mother someday, Kise."
"You meant father,"
"Mother."
"Eeeh? I'm a guy, Aominecchi!"
"I don't care, it's still mother."
"Hm? Who'll be the daddy then?" Kise asks, maybe not so innocently as he skips ahead before Aomine to get a better look at his face. When he does, there's the same cocky, Aomine-like smirk on his face, before the taller man droops closer to him and sticks out his tongue.
"Me, of course."
And there goes Kise's heart yet again.
It hasn't even been half an hour ever since the blonde had bluntly insulted his (horrible) cooking skills, when Aomine finds out that his own culinary skills are almost equally as horrifying.
Almost.
The only difference is that Kise's cooking is actually edible and Aomine's could, well... kill a human being twice, as quoted by Kise. Once they're both finished gulping down the over-cooked vegetables drowned in over-seasoned (but fortunately still tolerable to the human taste buds and digestive system) stew, they both decide to actually search up recipes and self-teach on how to cook.
Kise falls asleep on the couch slowly after, and Aomine ventures into his room to find extra pillows and blankets. He finds them after 30 minutes of searching, placed neatly at the top shelf of his built in closet, and he tiptoes back out to pull the blanket over Kise's thin figure and then place the two pillows, one under the blond's head and one around his arms.
He spends the rest of his night going back and forth between the bedroom and the living room, watching over both Kise and Sa-chan, before he himself falls asleep on the bed beside the child.
It's almost 9 in the morning when Aomine wakes up; which is actually 4 hours before he normally does.
This time, it isn't a whiny voice that forces him to wake up, but a high pitched one, blabbering a series of sounds like buh! or aa! or jiiiiiiii~. He forces his eyes open to be met by wide but laughing honey eyes, and he blinks for a couple of seconds before his lips break into a crooked smile.
"Mornin'"
"Mmnih?" It's spoken in what seems to be a question, and he watches in amusement as Sai tilts her head and starts poking on his cheek, before squirming underneath his arm. Oh. He pauses, remembering that he had slept at the far corner of the bed just in case he ends up unconsciously flattening the poor tiny toddler underneath him. How come he's at the middle of the bed?
He rolls over to the other side of the bed, freezing when the half of his back touches something hard and soft at the same time.
"Ow!"
He blinks. "Wha?! What are you doing on my bed, Kise?!"
"Nn... what," came a muffled grunt, and the bed squeaks when Kise turns over, followed by a soft thud when his forehead meets the bedside table. Another ouch and a whine came and Aomine couldn't help but smirk at the scene. "Ugh... goo' morning."
"Morning, idiot. Why are you on my bed?"
"'Cuz Ahominejji ish wam'n sof'n comfhee? (Because Aominecchi is warm and soft and comfy?)" He answers back with a question, the pillow on his face slightly drowning out the words. But before the
taller guy could respond, Kise beats him to it. "'mineshi... Ahuminejjii..."
And yet again, before Aomine could come back with an annoyed remark, Kise's outburst of "Ah... AOMINECCHI?" while literally snapping his face away from the pillow interrupts him. "OMG WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE ON MY BED IN MY APARTMENT IN NEW YORK IN U.S.—"
"Aren't you the one on my bed, in my apartment, in New York and in U.S.?"
"—WITHIN A FIVE MILE RADIUS, HELL, EVEN 1 MILLIMETRE RADIUS AWAY FROM ME BREATHING THE SAME AIR, ONE-FOURTH NAKED AND STILL ON THE SAME BED OH MY GOD —"
Then he's cut off when another head smashes onto his own.
"It hurts!"
"You finally decided to shut up," he grunts, massaging his temples as Kise massages the right side of his head, groaning about how much pain he has had in one morning. "First of all, hopefully you're not asleep any more and you aren't spluttering nonsense,"
"Second, you climbed into my bed," he responds in a dead-panned manner but the amused glint in his dark blue eyes gives him away. Kise just gawks at him, still on the bed and practicality hyperventilating with his index pointing straight at Aomine. "And what the fuck, one-fourth naked? What the hell does that even mean?"
Tanned hands suddenly clamp over parting lips and the rant bubbling from Kise's mouth are forcefully shoved back down his throat, and he has no choice but to take a deep breath and calm down.
"Buh?" It's a sound that comes from behind Aomine, and Kise's eyes flicker, recognizing the cerulean hair similar to Aomine's. He wouldn't be surprised if she's actually Aomine's daughter by blood, since the hair colour looks exactly like Aomine's, and her personality seemed a bit like his when they were in middle school. But then again, those eyes and face shape look strikingly familiar. Aomine takes Sai from behind and places her on his own lap, only lifting her up so she's be able to pat Kise's cheeks.
"Better?"
"Yup! Sorry," Kise chuckles sheepishly, scratching the back of his head and messing up his bed head even more. "I don't know what's going on when I'm half asleep."
Aomine smiles to himself, his hand reaching out to run his long fingers through long yellow locks, watching as Kise's naturally ivory toned face turns into a shade of light red before pulling his hand away. "Bed head."
"T-thanks," Kise stutters, still flushed. His attention is directed at Sai who's still staring at him from Aomine's lap, and slides his hands under her arms and hoists her up into the air. He looks as Aomine brings up his hands to cover his nostrils, and sniffs around them before crinkling his nose. "Sa-chan, you stink."
"Shii?"
"Oi, did you buy any diapers?"
"Yeah, it's in the bottom drawer of your bathroom sink,"
Aomine nods, brushing off the annoying voices in his head that had been teasing him about how he's still on the same bed as Kise, with his shirt pulled hallway up his body, exposing his toned abdomen and a tiny portion right under his hipbone. Oh. So that's what the one-fourth naked thing Kise was going on about. He lifts Sai up, careful not to touch her diaper, carrying her by her tummy, and then strides all the way to the bathroom with Sai giggling and blabbering her own language.
Kise gets up and tidies his own clothes and the bed, and Aomine watches by the corner of his eyes, musing how people would get the wrong idea if they see them like this.
But hot damn, that dumbass actually looks fuckable when he's dishevelled.
Heat slowly creeping up to his face, he shakes his head at the stupid thought and resume dragging himself and Sai to the bathroom.
"How the hell do you even do this,"
The question comes out more like an exasperated flat statement rather than a legitimate question, with all kinds of frown lingering on Aomine's lips every few seconds. He's embarrassed, of course, since he's changing the diaper of a female toddler, but what bugs him more is that the diaper just wouldn't magically snap on Sai. Wasn't it supposed to?
At this rate, she'll just end up peeing on the bathtub they were in and he's have to go through the trouble of cleaning it up yet again.
"Kiseeee," he whines out, finally giving up on having a staring contest with Sai's diaper and mentally trying to force it to get up and attach on the toddler's butt and do it's job. But the stupid thing just won't listen.
There were sounds of light footsteps before a head magically pops out of nowhere, peering at them with curiosity. "What's wrong, Aominecchi?"
"That stupid thing won't listen."
Honey eyes narrow dangerously. "Saicchi's just a baby—"
"I meant the diaper."
Er.
"...what. Aominecchi, diaper's do not have ears." He blinks, sighs, then raises a brow when Aomine leans his head to the tiled bathroom wall to his right. "Need help?"
"Why do you think I called you?" He asks, still leaning on the wall, fingers ghosting over his own forehead. It hasn't even been an half an hour ever since he got out of bed and the poor man already looks drained out... all because of a diaper, the model muses.
Kise chuckles, casually strolling into the bathroom. "You'd make a horrible father, Aominecchi."
"Ah!?"
The blond laughs at his snarling face, throwing up his hand in resignation. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding, you just have to learn how to take care of babies, neh? But other than that, I can see you could be a pretty awesome dad. To be honest, I didn't think you'd handle babies pretty well."
"Tch. I told you it's my first time taking care of a kid." He mutters, and for once, actually pays attention as Kise carefully strips the piece of paper off the sticky part. "What was her parents thinking, leaving her to me?"
Kise shrugs, humming silently and making faces at the baby. "Don't you think that they might have had financial difficulties enough to not be able to support her? But, Aominecchi, I still wouldn't be surprised if you just suddenly blurt out that Saicchi's your daughter... she kind of looks like you, see?"
"Funny, I would've said the same thing for you."
"How so?"
He stays quiet for a bit, observing as Kise lifts the toddler's butt slightly up in the air and slides the bottom part of the diaper underneath. Sai, on the other hand, is surprisingly hushed up, watching her own hand ball up into a fist and then spread back into normal size again with fascination. "The eyes."
Kise laughs, somewhat skeptical. "But it's quite impossible, neh? Since we're both guys and we haven't even had sex."
"Yet?"
"Pervert!"
The taller man releases a deep chuckle, while the model just throws him another glare over his shoulder, his face tainted with a light blush. Then Kise returns his focus on putting on the absorbing underwear on the baby. "Still, aren't you glad the parents left Saicchi to you?"
"I don't know."
"I quite am."
Aomine looks at him, slightly confused. "And why is that? To watch me struggle taking care of a baby?"
"Of course not!" He puffs out his cheeks at the accusation, adjusting the diaper more until it's perfectly snuggled around Sai's waist. Then he smiles at the said toddler, their similar honey brown eyes meeting as she stares up at him with bigger ones. "That's a secret, I guess."
Cause I was given a second chance to meet Aominecchi through you, Saicchi. Thank you.
Aomine watches from the corner of his eyes as Kise lowers Sai onto the couch right beside of him He lets her crawl onto his lap smirking slightly as she snuggled into him with her eyes focusing on the cartoon characters singing on the television.
"Ah, Aominecchi, I'm going home."
Aomine stiffens in his seat. Going home. Kise was going home. Of course, he'd have to go home—he doesn't live here anyway, and Aomine can't keep him locked up in his apartment forever because he has a life to continue on, and most of all for the fact that he has no control over him. He's not his brother, nor his best friend, not his lover. Aomine cringes, slowly nodding, but doesn't realize that the blond hasn't moved an inch from where he's standing, silently observing his reaction.
But he remains sitting there, thinking about regrets, faults, about stuff. There are a lot going through his head, questions doubting if he's going to regret letting Kise leave yet again. Would the same thing happen again, he doesn't know, and certainly wouldn't want it to. Because the last time he did, he knew he regretted it—why didn't he stop him? Why didn't he ask questions? Why, two years ago, did he just sit there, dumbfounded and skeptically staring at his phone, doing nothing? If he didn't, if he at least tried to demand for questions, then he would've been able to stop him, he would've been able to avoid pathetically wallowing in emotions and, and—
"Aominecchi? You okay?"
He snaps out of his dazed state, blinking, eyes trying fixate at the messy blur of yellow clogging up his view. He stumbles back a bit when his vision turns clear because, slightly flustered from such close proximity, but Kise doesn't seem to notice. "Ah, sorry, just randomly started thinking of stupid stuff. Go ahead."
"Alright, I'll be leaving then. Bye bye, Saicchi~"
"Buh buh!"
Smiling, he reaches out for the lock on top of the doorknob and clicks it open, twists the handle, and then pulls the door open. Before he could slip out of the apartment, he's stopped by a voice calling out, "Kise!", and when he spins around, Aomine's standing there with his hands keeping the door from closing, baby in hand.
"Hm?"
"You'll..." Aomine mutters, looking away with his face trying to form in what seemed agitation, but Kise knows this look well because Midorimacchi. Agh, his Aominecchi definitely had a tsundere* side.
"Er, you'll, you know...?"
Kise tilts his head innocently, but in his mind it's all evil cackles and rejoicing dances. "I'll what?"
"You'll come back, right?"
The blond finds it surprising that the whole sentence with a straight face since he was practically semi-stammering a while ago, but then he holds back a laugh when a hint of red slowly creeps up from his ears to his cheeks. But then again, Kise was never good at covering things up, so he lets out another snort (for what seemed like the millionth time in a single day) which eventually resorted into full blown laugher (that too).
"Answer me already! And quit laughing, you dipshit, it was already embarrassing to say something like that!" Aomine grunts, glowering at him from his position. Sai watches them from the sidelines, eyes curiously darting back and forth from Kise who was laughing and now wiping tears away from his eyes and Aomine who's still giving Kise the dirty look.
"Sorry. It's just that Aominecchi's deredere* side is so cute sometimes."
"Der-what? I'll kill you,"
Nonchalantly ignoring Aomine's threats, he grins cheekily, pressing his weight onto the doorframe. "Anyway, of course~ If I get to annoy Aominecchi and play with cute little Saicchi, then why not?"
"Why you little—" he pinches Kise's nose in between his middle and index finger, precisely making sure he does so cruelly, ignoring the pained and abnormally high pitched whines from the other. He only releases him when Kise sticks out his tongue to get him to remove his hands, which worked successfully.
"Ow.. but seriously, I promised you, didn't I, Aominecchi? That I'd stay until I'm able to tell you everything." He asks, serious, but the redness of Kise's nose just ruins the whole supposedly serious mood. "And I can't leave Saicchi to a big ganguro monster."
"I'll decapitate you, you little shit—"
Kise simply grins. "Alright, I'll be going now, be back in a while. Bye Saicchi," and then turns to face Aomine, thinking about teasing him slightly, "Bye honey~" he adds teasingly, winking, before spinning around and—
Aomime grabs him by the wrist, slightly bending down to plant a hurried sloppy kiss on his cheek. "The wife needs a goodbye kiss from the husband, neh? How could I forget," He pulls away, his smirk crooked, before walking back in his apartment all while leaving the said wife into a blushing mess. Damn, he shouldn't be that affected by a single peck on the cheek but... crap.
Well that fired back smoothly.
Vocabulary (*):
deredere - lovey dovey, cute.
tsundere - a person who acts initially cold and hostile to people (tsuntsun) but has a cute or sweet side (deredere). This person will sometimes show his / her sweet side gradually. see: midorima-kun. owo
aho / baka - idiot. (so basically ahomine means idiotmine; pun)
Note: w; sobsobsobs school can suck my non existent dick.
this isn't beta'd cause i don't have one (anyone?) and ooc & yeah. finally got to update this chapter because i'm absent from school ;w;. i was planning to update this on sun/sat but i got too lazy so.. orz. hope you guys enjoyed it though ~ and for future chapters there will be a lot of revelations, ufufufu /shots
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