Witch's thoughts: okay, here's another part. I didn't expect the story to be so long, it was meant to be a two-shot at most^^ but I certainly have too much fun with playing with Kise's thoughts:D also, this may not be the smut some of you wanted, but something... pre-smut-ish? you'll see.
what is more, I would like to send many thanks to sakurahimecool blue, Liett-kun, Yellow dress and again, Tary-Hime (as well as some Guests that didn't leave a name :)) your reviews mean so much to me!
as for the ending...
Ryouta was in deep trouble.
He tried to escape through the gym, but he was immediately intercepted by Moriyama senpai, who had just been waiting for him. Saying that Kasamatsu asked whole Kaijo basketball team to watch all exits from school, senpai walked him outside, where he handed terrified blonde to their captain. For the whole way to his home, Kasamatsu didn't say a word and even now, when the both of them were seated for some time already, he remained silent. Ryouta was nearly trembling from nervousness, but he tried to mask it with his usual nonchalant behavior.
"Thank you for taking care of me that day, senpai." He said. In theory he should sound confident, but his voice turned out to be a weak, high squeak of someone cornered into wall. Kasamatsu looked at him, silently. Sitting across the room to Ryouta, by his desk, the captain was serious. He made Ryouta think in panic what he had done to receive such treatment, but when he finally said something, Ryouta stopped thinking at all.
"What did Aomine do to you?"
For a moment, Ryouta behaved as if he didn't understand the question, but after that, he realized he was staring and closed his hanging mouth.
"Aominecchi? What would he do to me?"
"I'm asking you!" Ryouta twitched in surprise, when Kasamatsu senpai raised his voice. Blinking, he quickly thought about the question, but couldn't utter the proper answer.
"Why are you.. did I… what…"
"If not" Kasamatsu interrupted him, standing up from his chair and starting to walk around the room "then why you behaved like that?"
"I'm… I'm sorry." Ryouta whispered. He knew, he shouldn't have run away, everybody would be pissed off in such situation. No wonder that Kasamatsu senpai wanted to talk, there were so many misunderstandings that should be explained. However, Ryouta wasn't in the mood for explaining anything, he was just simply scared of his captain, when he was looking like that. Offended. Angry. Dangerous.
"You are sorry?!" Kasamatsu was before him in two long strides. Ryouta nearly fell back on the bed, when he suddenly found himself face to face with his senpai. "How can you say that? After that?"
Ryouta jumped at his chance.
"But.. senpai, what had I done to you?" he exclaimed desperately, ready to know even the ugliest truth. It's always better to know what the people hated him for.
Kasamatsu stopped in his march around the room. Looking at Ryouta as if he didn't understand something and then frowning, he asked slowly.
"You don't know?" and then, as if understanding finally "you don't remember?"
Seeing that Ryouta quickly shook his head, the captain slouched a little. That made a lot of sense. No wonder that Kise escaped, if he didn't remember the evening and the night, it was sure as hell that he didn't understand the situation. Kasamatsu sighed. Then cursed.
"What do you remember of Saturday?"
"The match." Ryouta answered hurriedly. "The loss and then the locker room." He got a little more confident seeing that senpai was nodding. "You came for me then, right?"
"Right. And later?"
"… I don't know."
Kasamatsu sighed again, this time slower and more heavy. He sat down by his desk again, feeling Kise's curious look on his back. Then, in quiet, tired voice, he started to talk.
/
For the whole way to his house, Kasamatsu had to support Kise by his arm, because the other was wobbly and a little unfocused. Not saying much, looking at his senpai with half-lidded, dull eyes, Kise was looking more exhausted than the captain had ever see him. Because of that, walking upstairs turned out to be a real challenge. When they finally got to Yukio's room, both of them were sweaty and tired.
"You stay here." Said Kasamatsu, seating Kise on his bed, where the blonde stayed in the position he was left in. "I'm going to get us something to change into. Be right back."
Rummaging through the drawer in the next room, Yukio thought that Kise looked strange and unlike himself. Usually sunny and loud, now he was silent and lost that spark from his eyes. The match could have done that to him – copying Aomine, that demon in boy's skin, was no joke. But even so, Kise shouldn't be that unfocused at all. Or rather, he could be unfocused, but he should stay himself, meaning very tired, very sad, but still ambitious Kise. The guy that was sitting on his bed in the next room was just a shell of the guy he knew. And Yukio didn't like it one little bit.
When he came back with a bundle of clean clothes, he realized the bed was empty.
"What the…" he began, but somebody pushed him forward, making him step ahead and stumble, when the front of his knees hit the bed. Turning around quickly, Yukio could only see that Kise got out of his coat, before he was pushed a little more and sat heavily on the blanket.
"Oi, Kise, what…!"
"Hush." Kise was completely out, Yukio could tell clearly that he was nearly unconscious, because he wasn't behaving like Kise at all. He was pale and looked at his captain from under his long lashes, but not flirtatiously, rather with exhaustion. Taking advantage of Yukio's bewilderment, Kise pushed him even harder, just to sat on on his hips in one, cat-like movement.
"Kise!" Yukio barked. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." A soft sound, again totally unlike Kise. "Yes.." now not a sound anymore, just a cry, when he slowly bended down towards Yukio. His shirt was undone, tie gone, hair messy. His eyes were sparkling now, but from something like fever, not his usual wit.
"Ki…"
"You won." This soft whisper was driving Yukio insane, he didn't know what Kise was doing and what was wrong with him, but he correctly assumed that he wasn't very conscious at this point, so it wouldn't be smart to just kick him off and yell at. He stilled, when he felt the fabric sliding over his bare forearm.
"You won, so here I am." Kise was whispering, partially to himself, but looking at Yukio. In his hand, the one that he felt, was his tie, loose and hanging. He fastened it clumsily over his own wrists and presented them to Yukio. "As always, you won. I'm yours now…"
Not believing what he was hearing Yukio blinked a few times. But Kise didn't disappear, he was still straddling his hips, ragged and out of his mind. The situation was so absurd that he would sit like a figure for some time more, but Kise hugged him by the neck with his tied hands and whispered directly to his ear.
"Daiki…"
/
By the time Kasamatsu finished talking, Ryouta was bright red, covering his face with hands in horror. In silence that followed, he felt like dying. There and then.
"I said that? I-I mean, I did that?"
Seeing that Kasamatsu wasn't going to answer, Ryouta felt his body trembling, heart pounding in his chest from nervousness. The situation was much worse than he expected, it was so bad, he couldn't imagine how to deal with it, how to make it straight. His senpai's piercing eyes were following him with attention, but also with some kind of accusation. Not knowing why, Ryouta felt that he had to explain himself, even if senpai was to hate him.
"Aominecchi and I… " he hated himself for this pathetic stuttering, but he really couldn't say anything properly under that calm, icy gaze of Kasamatsu senpai. " I like.. liked him, but…"
"Get out Kise."
Those three simple words made Ryouta feel as if he dived into a pond filled with ice. He didn't know that his senpai would be so vicious towards him, even if he got to know that Ryouta liked a guy. He blinked. No, that wasn't it. Captain Kasamatsu looked tired and for some reason, resigned. But observed him firmly and still was frowning.
"Senpai!"
"Just get out." Kasamatsu growled, but stayed still on his chair. Even though he didn't get up, Ryuota knew the captain was tensed and defensive, so he left without a word. Ryouta tried not to, but he knew he looked hurt. Walking back home, with setting sun warming his back, he felt heavy. Sad and somehow guilty.
That was the worst night of his life.
/
Ryouta didn't sleep well last night, so he was yawning all the time, trying to get a chance to close his eyes during classes, when the teacher was turned to a blackboard. His eyes hurt, oversensitive and bloodshot. Trying to occupy his mind with something just to avoid getting asleep and snoring, Ryouta sighed heavily. No matter what he was trying to think about, his thoughts were returning to his senpai, to yesterday's unfortunate talk. It couldn't have finished worse, Ryouta stated sadly. Feeling tired and unusually lazy, he made sure to hide behind the person sitting in the front and laid his head on arms to stifle a yawn along with a sigh.
His cell phone buzzed.
Quickly grabbing it off the table, Ryouta was doing his best to look innocent, when the teacher threw the class a glance of pure disdain. Still waiting for him to turn around again, Ryouta felt that the cell buzz once more, this time silently, as it was lying safely under his cardigan. Curious, who would disturb him during the class time, Ryouta carefully looked at the screen. Then blinked in amazement and looked once again.
Momocchi?, he thought with bewilderment, what would Momocchi want from him?
Another buzz signalized a short message.
Ki-chan, where are you?! Dai-chan and Kasamatsu-san are about to fight! Please, help me! T_T
Ryouta stood up so abruptly that he knocked down the chair making a lot of noise. Ignoring the teacher who ordered him to go back to his place, he grabbed his things and stormed out of the classroom.
... as for the ending, I would like to hear some suggestions. I assume you can imagine what may happen, so the question is: should I make Aomine a total asshole or just misunderstood bastard (as he usually is?) I'd be grateful for you opinions, so I'm setting a poll on my profile!
Witch