"Are you fucking with me?"
Aomine was furious.
"Please mind your language, sir," the waitress pushed up her metal rimmed glasses and stated matter-of-factly, "This is the table where Akashi-san and Kuroko-san sat."
"Akashi has red hair like his name, and Tetsu has blue hair. There were two of them. This –" the tanned man pointed at the table on which a pile of shot glasses sat, "is a single, blonde man."
He gritted his teeth trying hard not to explode from all of his pent-up emotions. Inside of him, his mind was taking him on a memory roller coaster. There, as defenceless as a puppy, Kise was sleeping on the small, round table.
"Perhaps you should call the two gentlemen and clear things up with them."
Seeing as to how shouting at the waitress was only going to get him kicked out, Aomine pulled out his phone and dialled Kuroko's number. It sent him straight to voice mail, to which he recited enough words from his adult's-only vocabulary to make a sailor embarrassed. After, as the woman walked away from him, giving the tanned man a dirty look, he called Akashi's cell.
Voice-mail picked up this time too.
"You've reached Akashi Seijurou. I'm busy and can't pick up the phone at the moment. Hang up at the beep, and don't call again. If I decide that you're worthy enough to receive a response from me, I'll call back... eventually. Don't count on it.
"..."
"If this is Daiki, I'm sure you've discovered our little present. Search Ryouta's body and you'll find a note from Tetsuya. The two of you have fun now."
"Beep."
"One day, I'm going to kill the two of you, I swear!"
Seems like that day will be coming sooner than I planned, the blue haired man snarled in his mind.
For a moment, he considered just leaving. But knowing the couple, they definitely were planning this from the beginning. If he didn't play his part, who knew what that psycho red-head would do next.
He must have looked like a crazy man but he didn't care – the man smashed his hard head against the wall.
I'll be fine, he thought, it can't be that hard.
Slamming his phone shut, he sized up sleeping beauty. Even in the dim light, the blonde's handsome face could still make Aomine's heart beep faster than normal. He could feel his chest tightening and he had to remind himself to breathe. Biting his lip, he took small steps forward until he was only a mere thirty centimetres away from touching the other man.
"K-Kise," Aomine swore to himself, annoyed by the weakness in his own voice.
"Oi, Kise, wake up," he growled, after clearing his throat.
The model showed no signs of hearing him.
"Kise! Wake up!" he shouted this time and hit the table, shivering as he felt Kise's breath graze his hand.
"Unnn," the blonde moaned, obviously unhappy about being made to awaken from his deep sleep. To the basketball pro's surprise, a hand almost as large as his grabbed onto his wrist. Where those pale fingers grasped his tanned skin, he felt electricity flow into him.
"Let me sleep a little longer," Kise murmured in his bedroom voice.
Aomine squeezed his lips together, shutting them tight to avoid making any sounds that he would regret letting out later. His body felt so hot at that moment, that he felt it difficult to think straight.
"Kise," he exhaled, struggling to speak, "Get up. You're drunk, we need to get you home."
"No..." There is was again: that voice.
He tried to ignore the sensation he felt in his pants.
"If you're not going to come willingly, I'll drag you," he grunted.
No response.
Not knowing what he should do, Aomine put both his arms around the other man's and heaved him up. The heat the contact caused almost made his heart jump right out of his chest, but he continued on with sheer willpower. After pulling the tall man on his feet, he draped one of the blonde's long arms around his neck and proceeded to walk him out when he saw a flicker of white in the man's pants pocket. Of all the places though, it had to be the back pocket. Completely aware of his fingers unintentionally touching Kise's bottom, he thought of bloomers and old hags in thongs and other utterly unsexy thoughts, trying to make it through the unbearable process. Somehow, he was able to pull the note out.
Good evening, Aomine-kun. If you're reading this, you must have called Akashi-kun. That or stripped Kise-kun forcefully. We all know that you're an incorrigible pervert.
"Shut up, Tetsu," the blue head snarled to himself. It definitely was true that couples start to act alike. Kuroko's learned to be more sadistic in the five years since he had gone away.
Whatever happened – I won't ask (but I'm betting on the second situation) – please escort Kise-kun home regardless. Tuck him into bed and wait for him to wake up. You can choose to leave after laying him on his bed, but then who will lock the door? You wouldn't want to leave him all alone, undefended, do you?
Further down, the penmanship changed. An address, along with a short note were written down.
You wouldn't dare refuse an order from me, would you Daiki? Be a good boy.
Aomine scrunched the paper and shoved it in his own shorts pocket.
Trying his best to block out Kise's warm breaths, he used his strength to lug the other man towards the stairs found just pass the exit. Physically, it was an easy task. For a man almost the same height and build as the pro himself, Kise was noticeably lighter. Aomine also noted that the other man was less muscular than he remembered. Mostly the man's abdomen area, which was firm but not as hard as his own.
Emotionally, he didn't know how he should be feeling. Somewhere, he felt the strong longing to embrace his past lover but that came hand-in-hand with the stabs of pain their sudden break up had caused him.
Then, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.
"K-Kise?" he muttered. His heart began pumping blood faster than it had ever done before, and he could himself get light-headed. Carrying a sleeping Kise was one thing, but if he woke up, his poor head would explode from the heat.
"No, it's the bill."
"Huh?" he turned his head around, taking in a deep breath – bad mistake, he inhaled a cloud of the model's familiar cologne – when he noticed that the blonde's face was only an inch away from his... so close, he could kiss those luscious lips.
"Ahem," a voice called out from behind the two, "I'm over here."
Aomine looked over Kise's head to find the scowling waitress from earlier, horrified to realize that it was she who tapped him on the shoulder.
"I hate to interrupt your little... moment," the haughty woman spouted, "but here is the bill for the drinks this man has had as well as repair costs for the dent you've made in our fine establishment with that rock of a head you have there."
She paused, then snickered distastefully, "I also see that your head isn't the only thing of yours that is... hard. Cover yourself, you're in public for god's sake."
Aomine's faced flushed and then grew so many shades of red that not even an artist could name them all. Clumsily fishing out his wallet, he shoved his credit card into the unamused woman. Seconds later, the waitress returned and Aomine rushed out of the bar. Whether he was red from embarrassment, rage at the posh fool, annoyed by the idiotic couple or turned on by the sleeping man – possible all of the above – he did not know.
Thankfully, he had found an empty parking space close by earlier when he arrived. Roughly, he dumped the model into the passenger seat before closing the door. Leaning against Kuroko's tiny car, he breathed deeply, grateful for the cool night wind. The briskness of the frosty air helped to calm his pumping heart and return him to a somewhat normal state of mind. Something cool tickled his cheeks, and Aomine realized that it was starting to drizzle. Climbing behind the wheel, he pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the familiar path back to Kise's family home.
On the courts near Kise's home, the two high school students had played basketball. Like always, Aomine was winning and the blonde kept whining for another game. Neither of them had cared that Momoi had chastised them earlier that this wasn't a proper date – that this was something friends would do. Both boys loved basketball, and to them, there wasn't another better way to spend their time together than one-on-ones all day long.
For much of the morning and afternoon, that's what they did, and they had fun. When evening came around though,, the sky grew dark and the oblivious players got soaked in the sudden storm. Almost instantaneously, the rain had fallen heavily as if someone in the heavens had just dumped a swimming pool onto them. Hair wet and soaked to their underwear – the two boys called it a day and ran in the cold shower back to the blonde's home. Laughing, they discussed how ridiculous this all was, being barely able to see through all this water. It was cold, and it was wet but at least they were together.
They turned a corner and noticed a vehicle in the white-garaged driveway. Kise un-latched his rusting metal gate and walked in unfazed, whereas the blue haired boy stopped just before the entrance.
"Your parents are home."
Kise frowned, "You can come in anyways."
"Nah," the tanned boy shook his head, "It's already time for dinner anyways."
The blonde pouted, "You eat dinner at five?"
"Fine, I lied," he laughed, "But I don't want to make your parents uncomfortable."
"They won't mind."
"Just go in, idiot."
Kise folded his arms and didn't budge.
"I'll leave first then," Aomine said, knowing that the boy wouldn't do as he said unless he forced him to. Sharply, he shifted his body so that his back now faced Kise. With slow steps, he began to walk off nonchalantly.
"Wait, Aominecchi!"
Kise's hand grabbed him and the taller boy felt his body lose its balance and he fell against the cold metal thanks to the other boy's strong pull. He turned his head around and groaned. "Just go in already dumba– "
Kise had covered his lips with his own, stopping the blue haired boy mid-sentence. Deeply, he kissed him. The cold rain continued to fall, blurring their sights and adding relief to their passionate kiss. Aomine stood frozen as he felt Kise's tongue slip into his agape mouth. He felt the other boy's tongue search every crevice fervently, looking for his own. Regaining his ability to move his body, he wrapped his arms around Kise, bringing him closer to his drenched body and pressed their bodies securely together, only separated by the thin gate. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed the feeling of their two bodies melding into one being, radiating heat and passion. Without his sight, his other senses were heightened. The smell of grass and Kise's cologne, the warmth of his boyfriend's skin on his and... the rapid beating of the boy's heart that mirrored his own. It was unlike any other kiss they shared so far – it was intimate and deep. There wasn't a strong force of lust as when they made love, no, this interaction was on another plane. It was a kiss on the emotional level, filled with a longing of immense love. It left Aomine breathless. It made Kise feel fearless.
Slowly, after what seemed like an eternity of bliss, Kise pulled away and Aomine felt an instant loneliness overwhelm him as he opened his eyes.
"At least now, Momoicchi can't say it wasn't a proper date," the blonde whispered, face blushing shyly, "We just kissed in the rain, didn't we? How romantic."
The tanned boy reached for the blonde and pulled him into a second embrace, before slapping the blushing boy's behind.
"Yeah, yeah," he murmured, "Now go on inside before you get the both of us sick."
Kise pushed him away and puffed out his cheeks, "You always have to ruin the moment, don't you? Aominecchi, you're such a pervert!"
He chuckled, and bent over to kiss him on the forehead, "But, I'm your pervert."
Waving lazily, Aomine walked away, heading home. Sneakily, he glanced back once. Still at the gate, Kise stood beet red, covering his forehead and muttering to himself.
"It's not fair, Aominecchi," then crouching down, he added, "I love you."
Neither of them realized at the time, that that was their last kiss.
Aomine sat on Kise's bed, back against the wall and played with locks of his ex's golden hair as he stared out the window. Beads of water slid down, as if they're racing, and he remembered how Kise would bother him about that.
"Hey, hey, Aominecchi! Which raindrop do you think will win?"
He'd call the model a fool, but would bet on one of them anyways. He never won.
"You told me you loved me," the pro murmured, solemnly, "Was that a lie?"
The blonde slept peacefully, unaware of his questions.
"Who was she?" he asked, "Did she have long, silky hair and big boobs?"
"Did she have dark blue eyes? Those are the only things in your daughter that I don't see in you," he paused, "Besides her personality... Was she headstrong, stubborn and rude too? I don't think Taki got those traits from you."
Only Kise's breaths answered.
"Did you love her?"
"..."
"Did her love for you even equal to a fraction of how much I loved... still love you?"
Silence.
He dropped his voice into a whisper, "Was she worth leaving me for?"
"..."
The rain started to come down harder, and a flash of lightning accompanied the boom of thunder. Other than that, the house was silent save for the creaks of the tree branches in the front and backyard. The gate where they kissed also screeched, but Kise remained unresponsive.
What was he expecting from a guy who was in lala-land, anyways? Releasing the blonde hair he had been fiddling with, Aomine lowered his face to hover just above the model's.
"I get no answers when you're awake, I get nada when you're asleep. What do I have to do to get a glimpse of your mind, Kise?"
Smiling sadly, he brought his face all the way down and pecked the other man tenderly on the forehead.
"That used to get you to do whatever I wanted."
Gently, the man got off the bed and fixed the blankets. Forlornly, he walked out of the room, shutting the door softly as he left.
"Aominecchi," Kise whimpered in his sleep, "I've only ever loved you."
By then it was too late. Aomine had already gone too far to hear his words.
A/N: Progress? Oh why couldn't these two just have sat down and talked!? Oh yeah, that's because we wouldn't have much of a story then, ne? xD So close yet so far away, eh? Ahh, I'm so mean to Aomine, embarrassing him like that... but honestly, he's one of my favourite characters! Chapter 3 and 4 were pretty long though, so a short-ish chapter was refreshing to write~ I had a bit of trouble writing the beginning half of this chapter though. Couldn't get into the "mood". But for the second half, I really got into it. I can also thank listening to Taylor Swift's "Last Kiss." xD