This is going to be like a short fic with only few chapters. And short chapters. Because I'm lazy x(


"Ore-sama can't believe Ore-sama's doing this." Atobe crossed his arms as he followed Aomine trough commoner's streets. HE, Ore-sama himself, was walking around like some peasant or something. Like your next-door boy. Like this rowdy excuse of a guy he's been following.

"Tch. Will you shut up already? I'll play that shitty sport of yours after this. Then we can decide who's the main owner of our voice." Aomine grunted scratching his ear.

"You did not just shush Ore-sama, insolent peasa-"

"Yeah, your royalty or something. Whatever. It doesn't stop you from looking like a mamma's boy. With that female clothes and stuff."

"THESE are not feminine garments. They're latest fashion. Not that someone of your status would know anything about it." Atobe yelled.

They finally reached the court. Thankfully, Aomine thought, it was empty and he could shush this annoying voice thief for good.

"What is Ore-sama supposed to do now?"

Aomine glared, annoyed. Was this guy for real?

"Play ball. What else?"

"But Ore-sama doesn't know how to play a ball. Ore-sama has told you that-."

"Fine fine. I get it. Tch, so annoying. Just get the ball and try to get it in."

"Get it where, if Ore-sama may know?"

"IT'S UP THERE. THE HOOP. ARE YOU STUPID?"

"My, what a temper you have. Ore-sama told you he's never played or watched basketball. It's a sport for...people like you."

"Just. Start." Aomine barely whispered trough gritted teeth.

"Fine. Ore-sama's ready."

But before Atobe could react Aomine was on the other side of the court dunking it in.

'Woah, amazing. Look at that speed.' Atobe though. But it's not like he would ever admit that.

"What is Ore-sama supposed to do?" Atobe then asked staring at Aomine who picked up the ball.

"STOP ME. AND SCORE FOR YOURSELF. FOR FUCKS SAKE ALREADY."

"But that would include Ore-sama wrestling with you for that ball. That's not what Ore-sama wants. It's quite un-gentlemanly."

Aomine threw the ball behind him. It was another one of his formless shots. Atobe blinked when he saw the ball go in.

"I am done. I am so done. Tch. Yer the worst fucked up thing I've seen in my entire life."


Next chapter: Aomine attempts to play tennis.