So now chapter 2, I chuckled the whole time writing this. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it :D
Language: English is not my first language
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroko no Basuke or any of its characters.
Chapter 2
When the redhead didn't move anymore, the youngest son of the Aomine clan, released his grip, sat back and huffed heavy.
"What the hell was that?", he asked no one in particular and watched the man with the fiery red hair, laying on the ground.
This guy belonged, according to the symbols on face and upper body, to the clan of Kagami. Opponent and rivals to his own tribe when it came to the hunting grounds. What the hell was this idiot doing here so far from his own territory?
He drew his fingers through his midnight-blue mohawk and tugged slightly at his longer braid at his nape. He rolled the little beads, in different blue colors, through his fingers. What should he do with this hothead now?
The law of his clan had no mercy for thieves and it would be his right to disassemble the hand of the guy for doing so. But again, what was he even doing her? Aomine felt a bit lost, but remembered what his father once said about the Kagami clan. They were to be treated with caution. Not only were they strong but also deceitful.
He got up from his position and clapped the leafs from his buttocks. He pulled his loincloth a bit more up, what usually was riding low on his hips and crouched down beside the redhead. He turned him over and grabbed his wrists. It wouldn't be a gentle way, but he definitely was to heavy for him to carry.
When he had pulled the quite heavy body over to his camp, he bound his wrists and ankles tight together with leather bands and let him lie on the ground.
He snatched the little bag what the redhead had on his waistband and put it together with the spear beside him. Then he sat down, pulled his basket nearer and begun to clean the fishes from their offals, sprinkled salt over them before he put them in.
Once the creel was full, the tall man put huge leafs with a fine aroma over it and tied everything together. He had some leftover crayfish, so he made a fire, spiked them up and put them over the heat.
While his food was in no danger to be burned, he collected the redheads bag and emptied it on the ground. He found several smaller bags, a wood potty and a figurine what looked like a sabertooth tiger. He opened the small pouches and exotic smells hit his nose. He raised an eyebrow and watched the sleeping man across from him. If he advised properly, the bags contents where spices and if he considered the behaviour of the sunkissed man before, when he tried to eat a raw fish, he couldn't quite fathom why the guy had this with him. The potty had a not so good smelling paste in it and he closed the lid fast, wrinkling his nose.
He put the things back and tested if the crayfish were ready. He broke one of the shells and began to eat.
A delicious smell poured into Taigas nose. His stomach protested violently and he cracked his hazy eyes open. God he was so hungry that he already dreamed of dancing crayfishes.
Groaning he closed his crimson orbs again, only to let them pop up wide, eyeing the food in front of his face. Saliva pooled in his mouth and he licked his cracked lips. He looked further up into a tanned face with midnight-blue eyes who held some sort of mischief in them.
"Who are you?", the taller man asked and swayed the food stick from right to left.
Taiga swallowed hard and the grumbling sounds from his abdomen grew louder while his eyes followed the movement.
"T-Taiga … of the Kagami.", he whooshed out, accompanied by a fine trickle running out of his mouth and over his cheek.
"Hm … you are hungry, huh? What are you doing so far from your territory?" The next question came with a suppressed chuckle.
"Hunting … ahh~." Taiga opened his mouth and tried to snatch a bite when the food came really close to his face. But it was denied.
"Oi, oi, not so fast!" The bluenette had it really hard to stay serious upon seeing the other guys attempt.
"Why so far away? Is there no more food in your region?"
"There is …", Taiga squirmed nearer, "but I couldn't catch any and somehow wandered off." He snapped his teeth again at the food and growled angrily when the taller guy once again moved the stick out of his reach.
"God dammit, you bastard. Give me the food! I answered your questions." He tossed and turned, trying to loosen his fetters, but rolled into a ball when his stomach made a horrible sound. He felt ill again and began coughing. His throat was dry and hurt, but he didn't know anymore, if it was the hunger or the thirst.
Suddenly he was grabbed by his shoulders and pulled up to a sitting position against a rock in his back. A little bowl was shoved at his mouth and the short command, "Drink.", was huffed at him.
He didn't complain and opened his mouth. When the cool water hit his tongue, he almost spilled it because a moan forced its way out.
"Slowly, you idiot." The bowl vanished and blue eyes looked angrily at him.
Taiga didn't know how vulnerable he looked in that moment, with his hazy crimson eyes pleading up to the stranger, who tried to help him.
"Tsk, fine. But drink slow. I don't want to be puked at." The bowl was back and in slow sips, Taiga let it run down his throat.
When it was empty a stick was pressed to his hands and the tanned man sat down across from him, watching him carefully through the fire as he began to eat. He wanted to gobble it all down, but the sharp glare of the other let him take small bites.
Taiga let the stick fall when he was done and rubbed his bound hands over his stomach. It was still empty, but his regained pride wouldn't let him ask for more.
He looked with questioning eyes at the bluenette, "Who are you?"
Snorting the man raised an eyebrow at him. "So, no thank you and straight on with the questions, huh? Your parents didn't teach you manners, did they?"
Taiga growled when his parents were insulted, but he clenched his teeth and murmured a "Thanks", under his breath.
"Oh, you got it! Good kitty." The tanned man smirked arrogantly at him, almost laughing at the pouting behaviour, but the redhead didn't noticed that.
"You …" Taiga was at a loss for words. Never ever had anyone dared to call him 'Kitty'. He was the chiefs son, no one was allowed to belittle him.
"Daiki."
"Huh?", snapped out of his sudden anger, but didn't completely get what the other said.
"My name, buffon. Daiki of the Aomine clan." The bluenette sighed. "You aren't the brightest up here, huh?", he said and tapped at his own temple. "Why else would you wander so far from your clan without any provisions and only a spear as weapon?"
Taiga blushed heavily, first because of embarrassment then out of anger over the affront against his intelligence.
"Shut up, you stupid prick. I had rations and other weapons, but …", he broke his sentence and averted his eyes to the river, cursing in an almost not noticeable low tone.
"But?"
There it was again, that raised eyebrow and the mocking tone in the tanned mans voice.
"It's not to your concern, so leave me alone. And untie this." Taiga glared at Daiki and held his hands up, but the other only stuck his pinky into his ear and wore a bored expression.
"No. You will only steal my food again and I have none of it. Anyway it's near sunset, so I need to put the food out of reach from the animals."
Daiki stood up, lifted the basket full of fish and walked over to a huge tree, leaving a cursing and squirming Taiga behind.
He worked fast and half an hour later, the food was high up in the branches and he began to clean up his belongings.
Burning red eyes watched his every movement, glaring daggers at his back, but his prisoner remained quiet for now. Only when he put the fire out, Taiga spoke again.
"What are you doing? If you put that out, predators will come."
Daiki shook his head. "Really, have they dropped you as child? Maybe on your head? Yeah? It's common sense when you are in this area you better not sleep on the ground, fire or not. And now stand up and come with me if you want to live and see the next sunrise."
Without further attempt to help him up, Daiki walked back to one of the tall trees.
Taiga spit on the ground, cursed once more and rolled to his knees. It was a bit of a hassle to stand up with both wrists and ankles bound, but he made it somehow.
That what followed was really not to his encouragement and he wished he could put his hands around the bluenettes neck and choke him to death. He had tied the leather cords so tight, that Taiga could only hop. Walking was impossible.
"Oi, shithead. Undo them so I can walk." He called to the tanned man.
"Oh little kitty, doing the bunny today, huh?" Daiki bend slightly forward and clutched at his stomach at the ridiculous sight in front of him. He was not the type who laughed often, but this guy made him almost lose it and that twice in one day. He shook his head and tried to get his composure back. Finally he sighed and walked back to the redhead, but not to undo his ties, no. He leaned a bit down, grabbed the man behind his knees and pulled him onto his shoulder. The short distance to the tree, he could manage.
Naturally Taiga was not amused. Instantly he began to scream insults and kicked his legs around, his bound hands drummed at the broad back.
"Shithead! Let me down, you idiot." And other more insulting things escaped his mouth, until the taller man had enough.
Suddenly a burning sting was forming on his buttock and a snarling voice commanded him to shut the fuck up.
Taiga gasp. No, that didn't happen. He couldn't believe, that he just got slapped on his ass like a little naughty child. Before he could collect his thoughts, he landed on his abused butt cheek and stared wide eyed up to a grinning Daiki from the Aomine clan.
Another rope was fast bound around him and with a jerk he was raised up high.
"What the …?" Taiga was baffled and must have looked like a deer caught in front of a cave bear. The rope vibrated violently and a gleeful laughter was heard, what sent shivers down his spine.
Daiki was laughing like never before, not that he could remember anyway. His body bend in two and he had enough to do, to not drop the heavy man on the ground.
Taiga shut up for good and clapped his mouth shut. He was not that comfortable with heights and held his breath, as he was pulled further and further up into the higher branches. When he reached a broad bough, the movement stilled and he was left dangling in the air. Taiga was about to rant again, but suddenly Daiki was beside him and pulled him over until his feet hit the rough bark. He was freed from the rope and sat down against the trunk.
Daiki was still smirking and couldn't quite wipe it from his face. Taiga pursed his lips and averted his eyes. He didn't felt so decreased in a long time.
When Daiki finally calmed down, he put a fur blanket over the pouting redhead and once again wrapped the rope around his waist.
"I believe you're not very thrilled to fall from this height, so deal with it." The sunkissed male nodded, but didn't look at him. And Daiki couldn't suppress to tease the hothead again.
"Yeah, right? We wouldn't want that the kitty breaks his neck."
Instantly red eyes glared at him again. "Stop calling me that, fuckard."
Daiki only chuckled and leaned down close to his prisoners ear. "Good night, Taiga." His voice was a low purr in the other guys auditory canal, but he didn't see the violent blush that formed on the Kagami clan guy's face, since he was already bouncing to another branch at the opposite side of the tree, taking the loose ends of the rope with him. Once he had settled down, as comfortably as possible on a hard wooden stick, he threw his own fur blanket over him and bound himself to the tree as to not fall off during his sleep.
The sun went down fast and the darkness with all its strange noises swallowed the men, each of the two engrossed in their own confused thoughts.
TBC