'KLIING- KLIING-'

Kuroko upped his head over the sound of the store's bell. Realization came to his mind as he ran off to the front store.

The yellow chrysanthem-

"Hei"

If Kuroko would like to describe, this was the very exact time when he couldn't be able to put matters right in hand. The sight of recently familiar Aomine Daiki's figure graced him in his doorstep and Kuroko's mind stuck –he felt as if a screw getting loose here and there inside his head.

"Um.."

Aomine Daiki, with one of his hand occupied with his carriage, scratched the back of his head with his free hand. He could feel the tense and awkward feeling when he got himself being judged under the scrutiny of pooling-blue orbs. Before he could mutter a word, Aomine's sapphire eyes caught the sight of flower pot next to his leg and brought it up to the face of the shocked painter.

"Here"

Nonchalantly giving out the pot of yellow chrysanthemum to the baffled Kuroko Tetsuya, Aomine Daiki could only grin. "Can I come in?"


Chrysanthemum

by fancyshipper

Kuroko no Basket © Fujimaki Tadatoshi

unbetaed Daisy AU! for AkaKuro, AoKuro


Since the very humiliating accident, Kuroko Tetsuya decided not to walk through that pathetic bridge anymore –oh if only he could call it as a bridge. He was never good with height from the start so when he found out that he could reach his painting spot with taking a detour, Kuroko Tetsuya preferred himself to avoid any bridge and willingly walked twice far to get to his spot safely. He had sacrificed one bag full of his painting tools, why would he want to lose more?

Kuroko had been there not only to finish his painting. That certain place of chrysanthemums field in the countryside brought peace to himself everytime he ever felt down. He loved the scent of chrysanthemum and how the wind playfully swayed the forest of the flower in between his legs.

It was about a week later when Kuroko unintentionally walked to the so-called-bridge to take a nostalgic look at his long discarded path when the sight before his eyes left him jaw-dropped. A small and safe bridge was already built to connect both parts of the riverside. A stack of small log orderly strung together to make a one path bridge, complete with a long and thin bamboo roll as a handheld in one of its side.

Couldn't believe what was served in front of him, Kuroko hurriedly streamed down to lightly cross the new brand bridge. His turquoise locks swiftly strided over the wind blow as his hands gratefully caressed the polished bamboo as the handheld. Kuroko's eyes widened when he discovered a familiar brown leather bag hanged on the other end of the bridge. With one surprise jump, Kuroko excitedly checked on the bag. A complete set of painting tools and stationery stuffed inside.

It was his bag that he had already given up on the day he fell to the river.

No matter what kind point of view he took, Kuroko couldn't help but to think that the actual bridge was built ever for his sake. In the midst of happiness and amazement, Kuroko decided to do a gamble. If this bridge was built specially for him, Kuroko would like to give a sign of gratitude to whoever did that.

Few days later, Kuroko crossed the bridge and intentionally put a medium sized canvas over the end of the bridge. He painted a heart soothing scenery of yellow chrysanthemum field –perfectly portraying the landscape of the sacred place of his favorite spot- in hope that the person who built the bridge will take the painting as his sign of thanks.

The day after, when Kuroko walked back to his spot by the new bridge, the painting was already gone and instead, he found a bundle of wild yellow chrysanthemums there.


"Since that time, a pot of yellow chrysanthemums would always arrived here every afternoon"

Aomine's sapphire eyes widened over Kuroko's story. His knuckles paled when he somehow realized the conclusion of the story. He glanced over the table in front of the couch where Kuroko placed the flower pot he gave just now –in which he never imagined that what he did was absolutely calling for a misunderstanding, horrible misunderstanding.

And true to his dislike, Aomine could see from Kuroko's window that on the backyard right behind Kuroko's room, there lied a mountain of yellow petals and the specific scent of the flower excrutiatingly struck his nose.

"I thought I would never knew who is the one behind all this chrysanths' mystery but then.."

Gripped tight on his vanilla milkshake, the apology offer from the guilty tanned man –and miraculously was the painter's favorite beverage-, Kuroko stared directly at the nervous Aomine. ".. you came and I couldn't think any but the possibility of you ever be that person"

Aomine gulped. What he had planned all along for this visit was a mere apology and to cut off his curiosity over the painter, but somehow the situation turned to be more complicated and Aomine, hard to admit it, eventhough he disliked the way he was being taken as another person, he knew that the table had turned its side on him. He held all the advantage over Kuroko's attention and that… was enough.

"Tetsu.."

The smaller man flinched, both for still getting unused to the nickname and for the anxiety slipped underneath the husky call of his name. Kuroko rolled his turquoise marbles to the side, coyly avoided the sharp glints from the killing midnight-blue eyes in front of him. He lifted his face to stare at one of his painting. There was one big size frame in which a field of yellow-chrysanthemums splayed over the canvas. Kuroko had invited Aomine right into his room when Aomine stared mindlessly to the painting, ignited him to unconsciously blurted out all of his curiosity and his suspicion of Aomine.

Still averting the tanned man seated besides him, Kuroko stated in much guilt. "I'm sorry. Please forget what I've said"

The sapphire eyes turned into slit in confuse, wordlessly demanded an explanation. Kuroko gulped, he wanted to refrain himself from any attempt of embarrassing himself further but then his tongue betrayed his will.

"We've yet to know each other yet I told you these things", Kuroko breathed. "I don't think it's polite-"

His sentence stopped midway. Kuroko gasped and diverted his face right away to stare questioningly to the tanned man before him. A cold hand with soft calluses stroked his cheek, smoothly caressing down to wrap his chin and brought his face closer the the other.

"Aomine..kun?"

Aomine scooted his face closer and kissed the soft thin lips next to him. It was just a simple and chaste kiss yet unfolding lots of indescribable words between them. Kuroko blinked in surprise but then, as if all the charges on his heart being taken off, he tugged a hidden smile in acceptance as Aomine leaned back for another kisses.

This time they spent seconds longer to feel the warm of each other's embraces. They broke off the kiss to laugh it off. Kuroko put down his vanilla milkshake to the table and welcomed the other's invitation for a hug. While the warmth seeping out through their hug, Aomine deeply contemplated to himself. I should tell him that I am not the person he is looking for...

"Tetsu.."

Kuroko broke off their hug to stare understandingly at Aomine who groggily stared at him. Seeing how the tanned man couldn't much said anything, Kuroko cupped Aomine's face with both hands and flashed him a smile.

..or not.

Faced with adorable smile and pampering blue-sky orbs, Aomine couldn't bring himself to fix up the misunderstanding. Thus, he decided to reveal all the truth later time –when he was all ready and when he thought Kuroko would accept him fully.

Instead of continuing any conversation, Aomine moved one of his hand from Kuroko's waist and brought it up to brush Kuroko's nape. The latter shuddered from the motion but then surrendered in the warm touch. Without wasting any second, Aomine closed their distance and invited the other for another kiss –this time with tilting head and teasing tongue.

Kuroko registered him fully to Aomine's pace and complied when Aomine's firm hand pulled his head to deepen their course. Weakened from the alien sensation, Kuroko obediently opened his mouth when Aomine's tongue slipped in between his thin lips, inducing a sudden breath take and distant gasp.

With tongues twisted and swung playfully inside his mouth, Kuroke muffled a yelp, resulted in a cute moan that triggered Aomine for more. They barely broke the kiss but both of them managed to breathe properly eventhough their tempos started to drift off as the kisses went vehemently endless.

Kuroko hardly felt anything as he melted within the kisses when suddenly a stout grip wandered around his body, tracing lines on his back and started to grope his whole being. His knee weakened as the caresses went all over his skin. Kuroko couldn't hold it anymore as he peaked from the touch over his chest.

Unable to break the strong and mind-numbing kisses, Kuroko's hands rested on Aomine's shoulders, helplessly tried to yank himself from the trance. Failed from any of the attempt, in which Kuroko's struggles felt more like cute squirm within his embrace, Aomine permitted himself to grope bravely over Kuroko's chest and instinctively pinched one of the pert nipples through the fabric.

Kuroko moaned from the movement and with all of his might, suddenly broke off from the kiss with one-two breath from his salivated mouth and up-and-down shoulder, stared dumbly at Aomine.

"L-Let's stop here for now"

Dumbly, Aomine blinked at the embarrassed Kuroko and realization dawned on him. "Uh, y-yeah"

Kuroko backed off a bit from their proximity, averted his face, unable to handle the red that rose high till the bits end of his ear. One of his hands palmed his mouth, subconsciously wiped the string of saliva while the other hand shyly gripped tight to his chest, as if wanted to protect and preserve his body. Aomine, being a rare case of cleverness, knew the anxiety he just brought to the smaller man.

"I'm sorry", he patted the sky-blue locks beside him, Kuroko stared confusedly at him while Aomine calmly retorted. "Let's take things slowly from now on"

Blinked. Kuroko blushed but somehow managed to nod. The sight itself stunned Aomine so much he couldn't help but to hug him. Stuffed within the affectionate hug, Kuroko could only slump his head deep to Aomine's broad chest.

"Aomine-kun.."

"Hm?"

Still engaged in the hug, Kuroko softly gushed. "Now that you can meet me in person, there is no need for a pot of chrysanths anymore"

Aomine's hand paused a bit before he stroke the small back of Kuroko's, he then bit his lower lip before forcing himself to reply. "Hm.. yeah.."


Author's note:

I'm sorry but there is a 75% possibility that I'll betray my own resolve for the next 20th and yeah please bother me with flame. Thankyou and sorry btw.