A/N: Wow im late. But I had a reason. I was so busy and got a little bit of writers block that I got nothing done in the two weeks. I'm still busy but I got a few hours so I got time to write, sorry if its short - pressed for time.
Chapter 8
Aftermath
It took Kise a while to stop crying. He had never cried this much before in his life, not for someone at
least.
Kise settled himself down, he hiccuped every once in a while but he couldn't stop it. Kise walked back toward the sinks. His shirt was still in need of cleaning and his face was a snotty, red, brushed up mess.
He turned the water back on and splashed some on his face rubbing hard.
The place where Kasamatsu hit him began to swell. Kise looked away from the mirror and sighed. He began to pull his hair, hard enough to rip some off. He was pissed and aggravated at himself, how could something like this happen. Kise hated listing to himself, he hated following his 'logic', now look what had happened when he did follow his mind.
Kise knew he fucked everything up. Kasamatsu didn't want to see him anymore,he didn't want anything to do with Kise anymore. What was Kise supposed to do.
Kise let out another sigh and looked back up at the mirror, he was a mess but he couldn't care less. He looked down at his shirt. It was soaked in water and paint and probably ruined by now, that was just great since it was Kise's favorite shirt. Kuroko had given it to him for his birthday and since then Kise had cherished it his whole life. Now it gone, just like Kasamatsu was.
Kise took the shirt and twisted it, squeezing out all of the water. Kise wrapped it and threw it in the trash can near the door. He looked back at the mirror before walking out.
Once he was out the door he heard a whistle and Kasamatsu yelling. Kise's heart leap in pain, he then wanted to cry, cry so much.
The whole team must of came back inside the school to practice. Kise didn't want to get caught again, so he slowly began to move.
Kise's body hurt like hell. His stomach hurt, it was probably bruised, Kasamatsu hit him hard, that the bruise might not heal at all in just a few days. Kise was officially a punching bag. His leg was sore, his stomach was in pain, feeling like he wanted to vomit and his pretty face bruised up all over.
He knew he deserved it, deserved it badly. It was his mistake he could of just easily told the truth and leave, but he just simply couldn't do that. Kise wanted Kasamatsu to honestly take him seriously but look at where that ended Kise in.
What was Kise going to do now. He can't bail out on basketball, a sport that he adores but he doesn't want to mess everything up again by showing up in front of Kasamatsu. It was bad. He wanted to practice with everyone, be in games with them, but now it seems that he won't be able to. It felt to Kise that he was just kicked off, but he wasn't.
Kise looked up from the floor and turned a corner. He didn't want to see anyone, nor talk to them. He wasn't in the condition to do so.
It would of be worse if girls came up to him. They would fawn and worry over him, and that was something Kise despised of happening. It would be the worst. They would never leave him out of sight and it caused a problem in school, with that big of a situation it defiantly got him attention from everyone, especially Kasamatsu and the team.
Kise slowly passed through the main official. He walked a few feet forward and stopped shuffling himself backwards to the front office door.
He turned his body and faced the door. A few steps inside the office was a stack of papers. These papers were club forms, club sign ups and club resignations. Kise only knew they were there because of the many times he had gone to the front office to get things for his teachers.
Kise grabbed the knob and let out a small sigh, he then slowly turned it and pushed the door open. The inside was busy as usual, even if many people had gone home the ones that stayed were very busy.
No one noticed Kise walking in and toward the club papers. The moment Kise got there he stopped and closed his eyes. He didn't know if this was the right choice or if it was a bad choice. He had to do something and this was the only thing in his mind at the moment.
He quickly got the paper and rushed to the door as fast as possible. Since the front office was closely by the front doors he quickly made his way outside.
Kise slowed down and took one look down at the paper and frowned. He didn't want to see it, so he folded the paper and stuffed it in a random side pocket from his backpack. As he went to the front gates he heard a soft voice call to him.
"Kise-Kun"...