"There is no way in hell I'm gonna do that!" Aomine roared, glaring at pompous tennis player. Atobe smirked, it's-not-like-I-expected-a-savage-like-you-to-know-ballroom-dancing.
"Dancing is one of the finest hobbies of mine, Ore-sama posses skill and delightful promptitude to look absolutely gorgeous on the stage."
"Whatever, gay-diva."
"How dare you insult Ore-sama?"
Aomine scratched his ear "Blahblahblah who gives a shit, if we're done here I'd like to take a nap."
"I can't believe I'm here." Aomine lowered his head, sliding ghostly trough the rows of clothes, trying to be like Kuroko for once. He could burn holes in Atobe's head for all that glaring, but the other seemed to pay no attention to the incoming daggers.
"It's part of our challenge~ahn...Ore-sama doesn't want to be in unnecessary advantage." Atobe pulled out nicely cut, ebony suit and held it up for Aomine to see.
"Gay."
"Yo. Pass me some juice."
Aomine was beyond tired and pissed. Not only this ridiculous (not to mention stupid) challenge Atobe made up, expected from him to dance like a fucking diva around it also made him spend his precious time in overly ridiculous- he would never call it- party.
Little kid turned around, sipping his own Ponta and casually threw him one, which Aomine caught without trouble.
"Thanks."
He only nodded as a response. " This is the best, just what I needed. Hearing Atobe's voice even when he's not here."
"What?"
"What?"
Aomine huffed "I am the original owner of my voice. That sparkly dick copies me." He didn't like this kid, it was smeared 'arrogant chibi version of Atobe' all over his forehead.
Atobe was feeling as some glorious, divine presence possessed his flawless soul and made him shine brighter than everything else. Which just means he felt like he usually does.
He couldn't fine that dickhead Aomine, which probably means the other silently sulked in his utter defeat. Going for glass of punch Atobe felt something being pushed on his way, and he realized he bumped into something- no, someone.
"My apologies...Ore-sama was too busy with Ore-sama's thoughts and didn't notice insignificant presences..."
Boy that was currently rubbing his head full of baby blue hair, looked up confused and slightly agitated.
"Aomine-kun?"
"Huh?"
"You sound like him..." he said getting up, feeling a bit dizzy. Atobe gasped horrified "You mean he sounds like Ore-sama...This is Ore-sama's voice..."
"Did you see him?" Little, cerulean kid asked.
Next chap. will be longer.
It's a pinky promise.
