Hey guys!
I'm so sorry, it took me so long to update :C Everything is so crazy these days and I'm just sitting here buried in papers XD
Despite the fact that I wrote this quite in a hurry, I hope you will enjoy it at least a bit. I would be happy if you leave me some feedback.
Thank you for your patience!
Yours,
Anaarki :3
Kise was sitting on a chair inside of his office, rubbing his temples, obviously frustrated. He was quiet. That itself seemed strange.
"Is something wrong, Kise-san?" Kuroko furrowed his eyebrows. He had noticed Kise's unusual attitude. However, he didn't know what was his boss so worried about. Or maybe who?
"Ah nothing," Kise smiled, nevertheless, it was just so spurious. Kuroko sighed.
"Stop giving me those fake smiles. I know that there must something when you act this way."
"Excuse me, could you leave me alone for a moment?"
"Huh? I-"
"Please," Kise cut him off, giving his secretary a pleading look.
"Okay." Kuroko sighed fot the last time and left the office.
Kise rubbed his forehead as he was left alone inside of the room.
"Fuck…"
He got up and moved close to the window. It was dark and cloudy outside. It looked as if the weather reflexed Kise's mood. Cloudy. Upset. Confused.
"Why am I so concerned about it anyway?" He didn't understand. He still had that incident with Aomine in his mind, notwithstanding it happened a week ago. He just didn't get it. He used to do this regularly earlier, playing with people, exploitation of them, taking what he wanted. Sex. Delight. No feelings.
What was so different this time?
"What's wrong with me? I'm thinking way too much…" Why was he regretting that he had basically raped him?
Blonde sighed heavily. He hadn't talked to him since then. Aomine was avoiding him. And he knew it. What if he will leave the company?
The sudden tension really caught Kise unprepared.
"Fuck it, really, screw it all."
It was about lunch time. Kise hadn't done anything so far. He wasn't able to do so. All of his thoughts were running in a different direction. Yeah, it was Aomine Daiki's direction.
"Kise-san, you should go to the canteen before it's crowded," his secretary stated.
"Yeah, right," blonde muttered and got up. He took a wallet out of the fancy bag and headed toward the main corridor.
Too late. The cafeteria was already crowded. Kise sighed. Great.
At the time when he got him meal, he couldn't find any place to sit as all seats were full. He looked around and in the end caught sight of Aomine sitting in the corner. Blonde wended to him.
"May I take a seat?" Aomine looked up. His eyes widened when he saw his boss. Kise was still looking at him, waiting for the answer.
"Sure, why not," he responded. Kise sat down and started his meal. There was an awkward silence between those two.
"I'm sorry."
"What?"
"I have to apologize to you," Kise repeated. It blew bluenette's mind.
"For what?"
"I've been acting terrible to you since you have joined. Well, it was fun, but I realized you probably don't see it the same way. And to be honest, my conscience is haunting me a bit." Aomine didn't know what to say.
"It is not a big deal."
"That is not true," Kise disagreed.
"Well, you see, you are right. I would be grateful if you could stop doing it."
"And also," Kise continued, staring at his plate, "that incident last week…" Both men were silent. Neither of them wanted to talk about it aloud, although they felt, something needs to be said. What should I do?
"Excuse me," Aomine interrupted the silence, "my lunch break is almost over, I will be going." Kise opened his mouth, but there was no noise coming out. Aomine noticed his mood and decided to try to cheer his spirits up. "Anyway, don't worry about it, I'm fine. We can forget it, like nothing had happened. Well, see you," he said and took his leave.
Kise speared a potato on the fork. That was not what he wanted to hear. And also, he didn't bring himself to say a word, in the end.
Aomine was lying in his bed. He was thinking about midday conversation with his boss. Kise Ryouta made him quite confused. What was he trying to say? Why did he look he really regret it? Will he change? Or not? What if? What if not? What, what, what?
Aomine rubbed his forehead.
"That just doesn't make sense." He reached for his iPhone and played with it for a while. Then he searched for a certain number in his contacts - it was the most frequently used by the way - and spent about five minutes trying to decide whether he should call him or not. No, this wasn't Kgami's problem, this was just HIS problem. Well, probably Kise's, as well.
He sighed and switched the phone off. He buried his face in the pillow.
"This day is just fucking strange, I need to clear my mind." Bluenette took his iPhone once again and started to surf on the internet. After a few minutes he found himself browsing google images. In the search engine was typed: Kise Ryouta.
"He is beautiful, so fucking hot," Aomine muttered for himself and opened one of the photos. Kise was wearing a white strapped top with a black leather jacket in it. He held a black pair of glasses between his lips, which were pursed in a seductive smile. Bluenette breathed out. On the next photo was Kise half-naked. Aomine couldn't take it anymore. His right hand lost it's way in his pants, while he was still observing the picture.
The other day was just one big mess. Aomine rushed in the office. His deadline was close. He needed to finish his actual work until tomorrow. He had no time left.
Atleast Kise's mood seemed to be back to normal. He strolled troughhout the department, absolutely not caring that his subordinates were all in stress and time tension.
"Why are you so serious, guys? It such a beautiful day. Look, the sun is shining!"
Fuck off.
Noone was able to give him a decent and polite answer.
Aomine sat down to his computer and began drawing his last layout.
"Heeeey, Aominecchi~" He didn't need to take to look to guess who was it.
"Uhm, Kise?"
"I have a good news for you." Aomine turned round on his chair and saw Kise with tons of papers in his hands.
"What is it?"
"Your proposal for your own project," he paused.
"Yeah?" Aomine was a bit nervous.
"It had been absolutely… rejected. Do it over. And I hope you know your deadline is tomorrow. Good luck."