Here is finally the second (and last) chapter. Hope you like it. Sorry again, I feel my translation is worse than ever^^'
Is he sleeping? No... he's thinking. Or maybe he is floating between two worlds. It's hard to say; his breath is calm, his body don't move at all. His skin merges with the darkness of this place.
It's amazing to gaze down on him... When he is awake, Aomine's forehead is two scornful folds; he always stares at people with an arrogant pride, because he's so self-assured. It's the opposite when he's asleep: his muscles relax and his face becomes the face of that person again... The person he used to be. The guy who knew how to smile and have fun with his friends. The guy who teached me how to play basketball.
I shouldn't be kidding myself. I know perfectly well who is hauting his mind.
"What are you thinking about, Aominecchi?"
"Huh?"
Crap... I woke him up. Why did I ask such a thing? I can't help myself. From asking that even if I know it would screw everything up. Ruin everything although we were sharing a rare peaceful moment.
Share?... No. This man doesn't share anything. The only one person with which he wanted to share anything, doesn't accept him anymore.
Aomine has a glance at me before straightening up. From the moment he's awake, he always instinctively uses his solid sense type, in order to analyze everything around him. His skills grant him near instant calculation of an object's distance in space. He even doesn't knowingly do that anymore.
His deep blue eyes didn't remain longer upon me than upon the walls or the furniture.
"You're supposed to play a match in less than an hour, you know that?" I say, hiding the displeasure in my voice as usual.
He doesn't seem to care about that at all.
"I won't go to the match" he answers, shrugging his shoulders and beginning to dress.
I should have known it. Aomine never stays after we slept together: he always leaves right after. We never talked about that, but he obviously doesn't want anyone can see us together. All he wants is satisfy his ephemeral desires, and too bad for the rest...
Well, I'm sick of it. This situation weights me down.
He won't get away so easily.
"You didn't give me an answer. What were you thinking about?"
**You can't escape this time, Aomine. I don't plan to let you go before you answer me.** I slip into my shorts, in order to be ready to follow him if he's about to leave.
As usual, the ace player of the generation of miracles keeps his mouth shut. I can't see his face because he turns his back to me. Jeez... Only the hard way can truly work with Aomine: to drive him into a corner.
"You were thinking about him again. Weren't you?"
Here. The bombshell is dropped. The muscles of the dark neck are tensing under the tufts of blue hair.
"Shut up"
"That's exactly what I thought..."
"I said: shut up."
I let out a disappointed sigh.
"Or what? You're gonna hit me, Aominecchi?"
**Just as you hit Wakamatsu or anybody who dared to displease you?** I'm tempted to add. Although Aomine is one of the most powerful player in Japan, in privacy he's still a coward.
When his offended face turns towards me, I hold his gaze with defiance and coldness, because I can see I had hit the nail on the head. So what? Am I so weak that I don't deserve him? What could Kuroko give him that I couldn't? I am fed up with hiding in a dark room and merely having his leftovers... Oh, god, I was so close to make him understand that, over our last match together...
I can barely see a rictus of anger on his face; the next moment my back is banging against the wall. And Aomine is already upon me before I could get anything. His rough movements cause me to whinge in pain and frustration.
"No... get out of me..."
I hate him! I'm dying to tell him a few home truths. Actually I'd willingly do, if I wasn't convinced he is already aware of all that. **Pack it in, you selfish dumbass. It's YOUR fault that Kuroko left! And you ain't gotta use me**
That's what I'd like to say. Yet Aomine is suffering and I enjoy this pain... Because as long as he feel rejected, he will come back to that room, even for a single night, for a few hours, for just an embrace.
"Aominecchi... It hurts..."
I'm such a fool. I'm... hopeless. Held in the shadow, treated like scum, yet I'm still asking for more... I'd like to tell him everything is over, once and for all. I know he'd stop if I ask him to. I only have to say the word.
But I also know that my addiction is going further. That's why I settle for that position since the beginning. To be here when he commands so. To bow to his whims. His desires.
I'm... just... utterly hooked.
Our huddled, panting bodies collapse limply onto the mattress. The Kaijô's team basketball jersey that I'm wearing is bathing in sweat, as it is after a match. And as usual, Aomine puts his shoes on and leaves the room right after. A few seconds later, his shape has already vanished silently into the light from the door.
I think I could never forgive him for becoming that bastard who perfectly well knows what I feel about him, but who shrugs it off. He's so different from the guy who teached me basketball... The guy who watched me play over and over, and criticized the way I moved or I shot hoops, then burst out laughing.
Kuroko stole that person away from me and I resent him for that. But I resent Aomine so much more.
I love him as much as I hate him.