Chapter 19: United Nation of Disaster
"I'm sitting besides Kasamatsu!"
"…alright?"
"I'd rather not sit around any of you, but I'll take my seat besides Ta-"
"Shut up."
"Now, now Aominecchi. It's been a while since we've all-"
"You too. Shut up."
Slapping Aomine's groping hands off of me, I grab the collar of his shirt where I make everyone sit as per my wish.
Rearranging all the very different personalities to somehow mesh together in unity, I take my seat in between Kise-kun and Aomine-kun at the kitchen table.
Suddenly I feel a slithering hand begin to run it's way up and down my thigh, at some points threatening to go underneath my beige, pleaded skirt.
Sighing out in frustration, I order for Aomine-kun and Takao-kun to switch places immediately. I was semi-fine with Aomine making his moves when we were alone, but today we had some important business to get into regarding the up coming match. Apparently I'd now become the bad guy as everyone grows unhappy by the sudden change, seeing as how I, quote on quote by Midorima-kun, "Can not control your man."
Well, this was me controlling him now.
"Takao-kun, get up," I order sternly, as I pat the now empty seat besides me.
Shaking his head like a child, he begins to explain that he wanted desperately to sit beside his idol, Kasamtasu-kun, who in return, shrugs his shoulder as he begins to almost fall asleep.
"But-"
"And I'd like to stay as close to Takao as possible," infers Midorima-kun, as he pushes his glasses higher up his face.
"Neh, does this mean we're best friends?"
Midorima-kun pushes Takao-kun's overly happy face out of his way. "As if anyone sane enough would consider yourself as something that would fit in the 'best' category of-"
"Oi, Midorima. Did you gain weight?" asks a smug Aomine, as he takes his seat once again besides me, resting his hand this time on the back of my chair. Well, as long as he kept it there for everyone to see.
Shooting Aomine a cautious look, I plead for him to act somewhat civilized.
"Watch out, Yukitten. Seems as though you're not the only thing Aominecchi's been checking out," says Kise-kun jokingly, as the blonde boy besides me casually reaches over to pinch my cheeks.
Before I have time to check how Aomine-kun would react to the jab, all I have time to see is a quick, dark blur and the next thing I know Kise-kun has toppled over onto the floor in a heap.
"KISE-KUN?!" I yell worriedly, as I immediately rush down to his sprawled out form.
"Idiot! Says the one who's in love with Tetsu and- Wait, stop calling Yukari that!"
"Ah, ah. That really hurt Aominecchi."
"Grow a pair, Kise."
"S-Senpai!" he whines out helplessly, as he begins to cry at Kasamatsu's words.
"That was quick. Didn't Aomine remind you of a cat with those reflexes?" asks Takao to no one particular.
"Yes. The type of ugly mongrels you'd find at the animal-"
I'm not sure what happened next seeing as how I was tending to Kise-kun on the ground, but what I had guessed from the sudden sounds of torment and yelling was that Aomine-kun had probably thrown something at Midorima-kun.
Letting the boys above fight it over, I try to help Kise-kun up.
"That looked like a heavy fall. Are you-"
"I'm fine, Yukitten. But maybe if you kiss-"
"The hell did ya' just say?!" growls out Aomine-kun, as he wedges himself in between Kise-kun and I.
"Ao-"
"In case ya' haven't gotten the news, Yukari and I are-"
"I can't help it if I'm a little jealous, now can I?"
"If ya' can't then I'll take it upon myself to shut yer' mouth. How about I break that model of a jaw?"
"Are you hinting that I have a nice jaw? Aominecchi can be so-"
"You-"
Standing up right I grab Aomine's arm as I lead him away from the just as bad male on the floor. But upon walking by the table I notice Midorima-kun holding his lucky item for today in his palm. It was a cute, black and white penguin that had been wearing glasses like his and a flashy, black top hat.
It was now shattered into tiny fragments.
"D-Did you do that? IS THAT WHAT YOU THREW AT-"
"Relax, relax. He dodged and it hit the-"
Quickly looking behind Midorima-kun's head, I find a nice, big whole gaping through Satsu-chan's wall. Thank God Midorima-kun had dodged it or else there wouldn't be a Midorima-kun to keep Aomine-kun on his toes.
"M-Mido-"
"Get him out of here," he says swiftly, as a dark shadow overcasts across his lenses. Something told me that it had to be the spirit of the poor broken penguin in his grasp.
Pushing Aomine-kun in front of me out of the kitchen, I take him to the living room where I push his large body forcefully onto the couch.
"You know how I like it," he growls out passionately, as he reaches out to grab my arm and pull me into him. Where he would then proceed to try and cop a feel, sway me with his charisma and fight with me that he had done nothing wrong and then I would believe his innocent charm. But right now, this was where the fun and games would end.
"You're going to sit here."
"Thought we were having a team meeting."
"Yeah well you're kicked out of it until you find some resolve."
Aomine-kun stares up at me blankly, his eyes narrowing as he slumps down into the couch. "How am I supposed to watch Kise?"
"That's the thing. You won't be. You're going to have to trust-"
"Hmm? That's not fair. Midorima has Takao with him. The idiot's got Kasamatsu. And if Murasakibara shows up then he's got whatever his name is. I don't have any-"
"You have me," I say sweetly, as I jump out in front of him, dazzling my hands.
Aomine stares at me with a nervous look as he looks to the side, scratching the side of his face. "Yeah, I guess-"
Throwing the remote at him I yell at him to put a little more effort into his sincerity.
"But seriously. One way or another you seem to be picking a fight with-"
"Did you hear what they-"
"I did, I did. Come on, Aomine-kun. Can't you be the bigger person here?" I ask.
But I suddenly realize what I had just said and feel embarrassed that I had actually asked Aomine-kun that.
The doorbell to the house goes off as it is followed by some knocking afterwards. Turning around, I watch as Kise-kun has made himself right at home and runs to the door happily.
"Bastard. It's like this is his house or something," growls out Aomine-kun from behind, as I hear him raise from the couch. Not bothering to look back I feel around for his body as I push him back to the couch. "Easy alpha. They'll all be gone in a few hours. I'll call you back into the kitchen when I feel it's appropriate, alright?"
Mumbling in response Aomine-kun begins to turn away from me, falling asleep on the couch. Sighing out, I walk towards his motionless, grumpy form as I tell him that when Satsu-chan arrived he could then come back into the kitchen.
Still upset and feeling slightly guilty that Aomine-kun had to take the brunt of the little incidents, I kiss him gently on the cheek as I nip teasingly at his ear lobe. Avoiding his swatting, possessive hand, I laugh at his red face as he stammers out for me to come back.
Leaving him in the living room and making my way back into the kitchen, I find that it probably would've been better if I hadn't left at all.
Firstly, Midorima-kun was in the far off corner of the kitchen, a dark aura around him as he began to superglue his lucky item back together. Next, Takao-kun was taking pictures of a sleeping Kasamatsu-kun who was getting drawn on by a giggling Kise-kun. Then there was the two new comers to the meeting who had just arrived. Kagami-kun's childhood friend, Himuro-kun, who sat across from them laughing as Murasakibara-kun had quickly scavenged the kitchen already. Looking at him with an incredulous look, he continues to place another spoonful of strawberry ice-cream into his mouth as he stares at me blankly.
Sure my team was obviously quite stacked with power, seeing as how we had four out of the five power houses of what was called the Generation of Miracles. But, Seirin was a unit that played and communicated well with one another. As for us, trying to get everyone to sit down and talk was proving to be difficult. My team was beyond stable.
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"Now, before we begin. Does anyone have any objections with where they sit?" I ask in slight annoyance as I plop down in my seat that was in between Kise-kun and Kasamatsu-kun.
After waking up from his deep slumber to find everyone laughing at him, Kasamatsu-kun had almost succeeded with his plans of killing Kise-kun. The fact that it was all taking place in a kitchen didn't help matters either, where sharp objects were in stock.
After calming the two down, it was settled that I had to sit in between them seeing as how Kasamatsu-kun kept kicking Kise-kun underneath the table. Finally finding a system at the table where everyone was happy and that there were no objections, I begin to talk about the upcoming match.
"This isn't just some free for all that you can just go with the flow. Seirin's not how they used to be when we played at the Inter-High. They're stronger, faster and a whole lot more troublesome. And I know you're going to say they don't stand a chance against some of the top players that are all sitting around this table but you clearly underestimate them. They're a power house team and if they want, they will fight for it. Himuro-kun, Murasakibara-kun, I know you both haven't played against them yet but I'm sure our Shutoko and Kaijou players are more than happy to talk about their experience with them," I say smugly, as I look at all of their faces. They all look away in embarrassment as Midorima-kun noisily clears his throat.
"I'm sure a team that has Taiga with them is a team to be in fear of," states Himuro-kun, as he flashes me a smile. Nodding my head in agreement, I look to Murasakibara-kun to see if he had anything to add on.
"He has weird eyebrows."
Well, not something I was really expecting but at least he said something.
"So far, I've made up the shifts but seeing as how everyone has such a difficult time with even sitting with one another I'm going to assume that what I have written down isn't going to-"
"Just read it out, Yukitten," encourages Kise-kun, as he places a comforting hand on my shoulder. For a second out of the corner of my eye I had seen a deathly shadow jump about. Most likely Aomine-kun stalking his prey.
Sighing out, I read the shift line with great hesitance. "For starting I had written Aomine-kun, K-Kise-kun, Kasamatsu-kun, Himuro-kun and myself."
I rub my face in shame as I suddenly realize how bad that line was. Aomine-kun against the wrath of Kise had already been proven to be a disaster. Involving the innocent, angelic Himuro-kun into the problem scared me that Himuro-kun might say something and then it'd suddenly turn into a two against one ordeal.
The boys around the table remain silent for a few seconds before they all begin to point out the flaws.
"I refuse to play without Himuro-kun," states Murasakibara-kun, as he gives me a sad, dejected look. Almost breaking my heart and causing me to run and comfort him, I grip the pencil in my hand where I right down both of their names together.
"And I'd rather not play with Kise," says an irritated Kasamatsu-kun, as he recalls the remnants of the black felt pen that was still on his face.
"I want to play with Kasamatsu!" shouts out a happy Takao-kun.
Alright, then I could make a shift with Himuro-kun, Murasakibara-kun, Takao-kun, Kasamatsu-kun and one more person. Hmm, I suppose I'd play for both shifts then, seeing as how this match was based around Kagami-kun and I.
"Kasamatsu-kun, would it be alright if you double shifted with the other line?"
Nodding his head, he says that it was no problem. Until he realizes that he'd have to play with Kise-kun. Looking towards the model on my left, all Kise-kun does is smile as he gives Kasamatsu-kun an encouraging thumbs up. Kasamatsu-kun slams his head roughly into the table.
"Perfect. Starting shift will consist of Himuro-kun, Murasakibara-kun, Takao-kun, Kasamatsu-kun and myself. Second line will be Midorima-kun, Kise-kun, Aomine-kun, and Kasamatsu-kun and I double shifting," I finish, as I exhale loudly as a small smile creeps my lips. Looking around the table, no one objects the list until Midorima-kun points out why the second shift wasn't the first one. Making a jab at the first line by saying that shift two was clearly the strongest.
"Mido-chin is jealous."
"I am not."
"Mido-chin," mimics Takao, as he gives Midorima a smug look. Midorima proceeds to hit Takao from underneath the table as his team mate in return laughs it off.
"I mean no offence when I say this but the starting shift is just more calmer, personality wise while still packing in the punch. With specifically you two and Aomine-kun back there starting first, it doesn't exactly scream cohesive knowing how you three already are together."
"I do not know what you are talking about," states an embarrassed Midorima-kun as he looks away.
"B-But I didn't do anything, Yukitten!" cries out Kise-kun, as he clings onto my arm while giving me a hopeless look. Having to look away from his heart wrenching face, I just prayed that Aomine-kun wasn't seeing this.
"What exactly happened?" asks a confused Himuro-kun and Murasakibara-kun.
Grabbing onto Himuro-kun, I begin to beg him to take me with him when he and Murasakibara-kun leave.
"Oh, since Kagami-kun's changed his playing to the point I'm not sure Kise-kun will be able to follow with his previous copy of him, I wanted to give our model here some time to analyze and figure things out," I explain clearly, as I nudge Kise-kun in the ribs.
"Don't flatter him, Yuki. He should be lucky that Kaijou even thought about picking him up from the pound," mutters a still sour Kasamatsu-kun.
"Th-That's crossing the line, senpai."
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After spending another hour of explaining to the boys about our strategy and warnings, I had bid them all farewell as they left for home and other places.
As I was saying goodbye to the boys of Kaijou, I had to apologize to Kasamatsu-kun on Kise-kun's behalf.
"It's fine. I'll get him back at tomorrows practice," he mumbles, as he holds Kise-kun back away from me who was desperately trying to hug me.
I wasn't sure when or why, but Aomine-kun had made his way up to my room, falling asleep like a child across my bed. Thankfully he wasn't here to see Kise-kuns' persistent attempts.
"As for you, Kise-kun. You're lucky Aomine-kun is up-"
"He's not here. What would be the harm if I just gave you a hug?" he asks sweetly, as he begins to squirm in Kasamatsu's grasp.
Biting my lip nervously, I tell Kasamatsu-kun to let go of the boy. Immediately Kise-kun crashes into me, his warm body instantly heating me up as his powerful, sweet, musky cologne wafts into my nostrils.
Smiling into his chest, I hold on for a few seconds more before pushing him back.
But then suddenly Kise-kun decides to breach the rules and leans in to kiss me on the forehead. Within seconds dangerous, loud stomps make their way down the staircase as Aomine-kun rams his body into Kise-kun which goes flying out the door.
"K-Kise-"
"Don't worry. He deserved it. See ya' guys later," explains a smug Kasamatsu-kun, as he too leaves the house, closing the door behind him.
"I thought you were sleeping, " I say exhaustedly as I hug Aomine-kun into me, in hopes that he'd calm down.
"I was waiting for you to join me."
Snorting at his remark I tell him that it was maybe time for him to leave too.
"Can I sleep over?"
"What? No. Tomorrow's school and most importantly, you're a boy."
"Boyfriend."
"What exactly would you think would be happening if Satsu-chan even allowed you to sleep over?"
Aomine-kun leans down to my ear, whispering what he had in mind for the two of us. My cheeks instantly burn red as I push him away from me, breathing raggedly as Aomine-kun begins to laugh at my response.
"Care to try right now?"
Grumbling, I lead Aomine-kun to the door where I order for him to get on home.
After hugging me tightly and forcing a sloppy, tongue filled kiss out of me, he exit's the house as he waves goodbye to me, his tanned arms flexing underneath his white shirt.
As I lean against the door frame and wave back, I can't help but notice a group of boys down the street, staring at me specifically. That was odd. They looked familiar but I couldn't quite place their faces with anything that I could remember.
Not thinking any longer about it, I close the door, locking it as I made my way into the kitchen to clean up the mess the boys had made.
Little did I know that those were the same boys who had punched me in the basketball courts, threatening to do much worse if they ever saw me again.
Now they knew where I lived.