A/N: Doing a quick one here because I don't want you guys to wait any longer and I still have stuff to do for the next three days. I know it's short but I hope it's enough for now... So I hope you enjoy!

The blue-headed man looked up at the morning sky for a moment and tried to remember what happened the night before. His eyes close purposively in pain as his brain keeps him from remembering anything. The last thing he did remember was being with his roommate and best friend since high school at a bar near their apartment. Maybe he should return home and ask his roommate what happened to him, if he knew that is.

He hurried on home with the hang over hammering his head.

Meanwhile, in a room that was about thirty feet away from him, in the hotel he had just exited from, a woman with long, pink hair awakens to find her room a little messed up as compared to when she checked in yesterday. She realizes her nudity but brushes it off. She must've been with another jerk she met last night. Before concluding anything though, she quickly scans the room for a note… but there was none. Definitely a jerk.

She lies down on her bed once again and decides to smell the scent of the man who held her and left not even a word of thanks for her service. She sniffs the pillow and space that had the unknown person's heat on it. She frowns and takes the stranger's pillow, putting it over her face.

"That idiot guy's lucky," she mumbles, "He smells like him… So I'll forgive him for now."

Suddenly a loud, ringing tone fills the silence of the room. The woman quickly stands up from where she was and fishes for her phone under the pile of clothes she wore last night. When she grabs hold of it, she finds a familiar man's name on it. She sighs and answers anyway.

"What do you want now, Daiki?" she asks rather annoyed.

"What's with that kind of tone, Satsuki? So early in the morning…" the man repays her with the same intonation.

"I was busy!" she spouts out a bit angrily.

"With what the hell what!?" he asks a lot irritated with her attitude now.

"Just… never mind! It's not that important anyway… Well? To what do I owe this…" she checks the wall clock of the room just above her bed and continues, "Early phone call, then?"

"He's asking for you," Aomine says more calmly now. "Anyway you weren't sent back from overseas just so you could do as you please. We're working people now, you know."

Momoi raises her brows and puts on a playful smile. "Since when did you become Mr. Serious, Dai-chan?"

"…" There was silence on the other line. Momoi replaces her smile with a serious blank face.

Don't take it too seriously, you idiot.

"Never mind. I'll be there in a few," Momoi breaks the silence.

"I'm picking you up in 10 minutes. Be ready by then," he replies.

"Thanks. See you then."

Click.

Really now, she didn't mean to open up that touchy topic. It was just… It was just a stupid joke. Maybe unconsciously, she had wanted to bring it up… They never actually talked about it after all. Her thoughts take her back to the pillow and space the man had occupied minutes or even hours ago. It was that guy's fault for making her remember.

She decides to brush it all off now. What was the point, anyway? Six years had passed since then. Everyone had changed. She had changed. There was no reason in trying to remember the happy days – the days when everyone still had their smiles on, had each other and even had their own sane selves. It's all but a memory now.

Now... Now she was determined. They were all determined. Those six years were all meant for this day. When she had returned from overseas, she knew. She knew it was time to set the clock that had stopped during middle school back into motion. All that was left was for everyone to gather. Momoi had predicted that she was second to return, next to Aomine. All that was left was for the other four to return and then... they would have him back. Even if it meant by force.

A smile creeps up on her face as she throws her phone on the bed. She hums a happy tune as she skips towards the bathroom.