Title: And They Said It Was Love

GENRE: Romance/General

PAIRINGs: AkaFuri, KagaKuro, AoSaku, KiseMatsu (I decided that Kasamatsu-chan will be an uke! Hehehehe, if there's a tsundere seme then there should be a tsundere uke. No logic is no logic! XD), MuraMuro, MidoTaka and many more implied. :D

Chapter 2: Unrequited

Summary: What's love that isn't heard, isn't felt, isn't notice at all? What's love that creeps behind like a fading shadow as sun rises? What's love that is borrowed and never returned? What's the difference between his love for him and the love he gave away? What's love without assurance and warmth? It's called unrequited.

Now Playing: Leave Your Lover

Pairing: AoMine, One-sided AoSaku and KiseMatsu


"Where are you going, idiot?" He called.

And he shines, exudes such brightness that blinds him but still captures his heart. And he shakes the feeling of being eaten alive by the beauty that was him—run away from the honesty that writhes within his chest. He doesn't admit it much but he loves him and…

"Aominecchi and I are going on a date!"

He loves someone else.

And… and…

He rolled his eyes, "But of course."

And it hurts.


He's so strong, he thinks.

And he squeaks when he calls him his name and he tingles, his feelings suffocating him because he shouldn't feel that way. He shouldn't feel so special when his name was spoken by him. And he shouldn't expect much. And he shouldn't be in love with their ace because... because…

"I'm going out with Ryouta somewhere today, wanna come?"

Because… because…

"No, thank you, Aomine-san." He said, feeling his heart drops then breaks.

Because… because…

"Why not, Ryou?" He yawned tiredly, putting an arm around his shoulder. And he felt scared. Of his feelings. Of this hope. Of everything that is Aomine because it wasn't fair—love isn't fair.

Because the one person he loves most loves someone else.


In all honesty, he thinks he was the more idiotic between the two—even if he somehow christened the blond of the insult a long time ago. A desperate miserable idiot that clings to the hope that one day, in some miraculous way, Kise the idiot would wake up and fall in love with him too.

He could almost hear the old him kick him in the ass for being so weak and tethered and awfully, awfully in love—it made his skin crawl at the sheer pathetic state of his being. He wants to vomit everything out of his system—his feelings, his hopes, the images of the cheerful blond, the memories, he wants to be free of the things that bonded him to desperation.

Kise will never know the pain of unrequitedness because somehow he has it all. And Kasamatsu could only put his arms above his eyes as he lies on his bed as he wonders if the idiot is still out on his date at this late hour.


Aomine would always be the pattering rain on his window—the chilling wind on winter days—the glaring sun during summer—the things that are bad for him that he lets in his life as though an oxygen to his very lungs.

It wasn't much of an obsession—just a permanent affection that clang to his heart and refuses to let go, much like the last leaf during autumn—too stubborn to let nature makes its magic. And he had to shake his head many times to help himself in the tediousness of his situation.

It does not work—it never works.

He was stuck at the very base of the ocean that he created out of his love for the pattering rain, for the chilling wind, for the glaring sun, for all the things that are bad for him that he lets in his life, for the air he cannot live without.

Sakurai would never tell Aomine how much he loves him so—never even comparing the depth of his affection from the height of Kise's own feelings. He would always be that one man who fell in love with somebody's love—the pathetic one, the one that never got away from the heaviness that love could bring.


Kasamatsu stared at the broad back of his kohai, his hand unconsciously reaching out to touch the man in front of him before he caught himself and his delusions and he drops his arm just as Kise turned to look at him curiously.

He smiled in reassurance, getting his footing on the ground once more as he pushed the chirpy blond towards the dark skinned boy waiting for him outside.

"You're not angry?" Kise asked, surprised at his sempai's outlandish attitude. And Kasamatsu only chuckled quietly, eyes shadowed by the things that he hid so well, "Go on, idiot, it's your anniversary today. Why would I want to ruin it?"

But he wanted to—he really wanted to. But if it meant taking those precious smiles off Kise's face, he rather stays quiet in his blues.

"You sure?" Golden eyes bore at his form and Kasamatsu almost asks him to stay, to choose him over Aomine, to love him as much as he does but he only gave him a sharp look instead and a firm, wrapped in pretense, reply, "Yes, I'm sure."

He nearly takes back his word had he not seen the happiness overflowing from Kise's eyes.


He is someone that is plain looking—he bore the epitome of normal in the brown of his eyes and hair and the paleness of his skin as if the melting of snow reveals soft brown soil underneath. He was anything but special.

Kise was someone that is born in gold—he wore the crown of beauty as if he was meant for it. His eyes were the hue of the sun that radiates its warmth and his hair was spindled out of the riches from many kings' treasure chests, painted carefully to achieve such perfection. He was anything but ordinary.

He wasn't confident in anything he does—he shies away from things that requires being in the spotlight.

Kise was the spotlight himself.

He was someone meant to be in the crowd while Kise was someone meant to awe the crowd.

They were polar opposite in the biggest sense of everything. He lacks everything that Kise has—it made him scratch at his own skin, wished that he was someone else, dreamt of being someone that Aomine could love.

But he wonders if he could be the person Aomine could have loved even if he lacks the things that he found beautiful in Kise. He wonders and wonders and wonders the possibility of the madness of his delusions.


I love you. I love you. I love you.

He bits his tongue to hold the racing thought in his mind and kicks the taller man in the shin instead just to capture a semblance of normality again, "Shut up, idiot. You're making my head spin."

Kise pouted, "But Kasamatsucchi! You're going to graduate soon! We have to celebrate!"

Kasamatsu only shook his head and huffed, "Why don't you go waste your time with that bastard boyfriend of yours and stop bothering me?"

"Mou! You're such a prude!" Kise exclaimed before his eyes drops to the ground, a small sad smile painting his lips, "You're going to leave soon… won't you miss me?"

His heart skips a beat and the racing of his thoughts grew louder and louder. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.

He bits his tongue once more instead and flicked the middle of Kise's forehead, "Who would miss a bratty kid like you?"

He gave a kind smile and saw the golden orbs brighten once more.

Kise knew what he meant then.


Sakurai walked in the empty gym of their school—it was the first time he had ever seen it so hollow.

He gingerly treads the floor, quiet as a cat in his steps.

"I love you." His voice echoed just as quietly and he imagined Aomine there in his basketball uniform, listening to whatever he has to say, but the only thing that he really wanted to tell him was the repetition of his heart and the drumming of his chest, "I love you."

A tear slid down his brown eyes—one patter then two then the falling pieces of his heart fell so carelessly on his pale cheeks, heavy and miserable in their wake.

If only… if only…

"I love you."

If only…

"I love you."

"Ryou?" He turned around to see the reason why he was breaking apart. Aomine frowned at the tearstained face of his awfully shy friend, the tiny form of Sakurai being swallowed by the shadows of the empty gym, almost as if he was bidding goodbye, "Why… why are you crying?"

"I… I…" love you.

If only…

"Ryou?" He heard his name again and he felt his heart flatter before shattering at his feet. He smiled weakly at the man before him and the tears in his eyes only fell harder, he felt himself fading away, giving up.

"Aomine-san…" His voice was quiet but the echo of the gym reached the man's ears. He would never say them out loud or in front of Aomine until his chest pounded so badly that words came pouring out of his quivering mouth, "I love you."

He saw the lethargic man's eyes widen a fraction before a thin line spread on his tanned face and the turning of Aomine's head to the side destroyed the things that he held on to before the echo reach his ears.

"I love Kise."

He smiled in the stillness of the place before taking a step back and for a moment, Aomine was scared that the shadows did take Sakurai away.

"I know."

I love you.

If only he could hear Aomine say those words too.


Kasamatsu stared out of the train's window deep in his thought.

He held his diploma in his hands and his bags over his head. He thinks it was cowardly to disappear just like that on Kise but he knew if he see the blond once more, he would not have the courage to leave him be.

He would fight for him to the very end even if he is fighting a losing battle—he would end up hurt even more than he is now and he knew that he would hurt Kise somehow too. It would be an endless case of broken heart, and knowing himself, pain would not deter him from loving him more and more.

He wouldn't be able to pull out anymore from what his heart cling so stubbornly unto.

"So… goodbye." He said in the silence of the train and a smile blossomed on his face as he got farther and farther away from his desperation.

Kise stood at the train station he saw Kasamatsu enter and left.

Golden eyes that Kasamatsu loves so much dimmed in his wake and Kasamatsu would never see the tears that fall from those lovely orbs. And he would never know he was the cause of it. He would never witness the sunshine raining so hard.

Because he would never see Kise again—not for a long run of the clock anyway.


Sakurai lies in his bed and closes his eyes, the pattering of the rain loud in his ear.

Finally… finally…

Another tear escape his closed eyes before his breathing even out.

Finally… finally….

"Aomine-san…"

And then finally everything stood so still in the quiet room—not a sound could be heard inside, not his breath, not his tears, and not the lack of heartbeats within a soundless motionless chest.

Finally.

Fin…

I regret nothing, bitches. I regret nothing. Well, okay, I really want to break AoKise up but what's the point of the whole story, ha?

The summary was a quote in a novel that I was writing—I only replaced some pronouns. Anyway, review?