Konnichiwa, minna :D I'm here with a second chapter :)
I seriously love you guys XD Thanks so much for the faves, the subs, and the reviews! x3 (that's supposed to be a heart :o)
So many people have said that it's not a fail!fic, so I'll accept it, then ^^"
This fanfiction is dedicated to my awesome senpai •w•
WARNING: This contains yaoi and prostitution (aaaaaaand rape) so if you're against either one of these, the back button is there to escort you out :3 Don't report or flag. Truce? :
Golden Flower
Pairings involved : mainly AoKise (no promises lol)
Summary:
Kise, having been sold as a prostitute a few years ago, is now practically living like an alive corpse, and always gets "abused" by his boss. Will his life ever change when his childhood friend steps into his thin thread of his entire life? Or would his flame flicker out?
DISCLAIMER: If I had owned KnB, I would have drawn AoKise lemon in the original storyline. :3
Chapter 2: What is True Love?
Kise stared up at the tan face, which he could finally get a clearer view of due to the moonlight streaming through his open window. Blue locks that hung from Aomine's head shone brightly under the light like a sea of stars in the night sky. He wore a navy jacket that appeared black in his view. Denim jeans were wrapped tightly around his long muscular legs.
He felt water on his entire face. Aomine's tears dripping onto his swollen face, and his very own ones escaping his eyes like molten lava. His irises were throbbing violently due to shock; it was as if the brightly sparkling topaz in his eyes was going to erupt and burst out like a volcano. Realising the tears in his eyes, Kise quickly turned over to one side, encasing his sight with both his trembling chalky hands, avoiding Aomine's sight.
"Kise, look at me," Aomine commanded in a strict voice.
No...
... why now, of all times?
The blonde could hear a sigh, and felt his hands gently being taken into warm ones. Slowly, his vision began to become clear again, without the obstruction of his hands. He could see the blue-haired patron looking down on him, with teary eyes and a gentle smile that captured his heart.
"Kise..." Aomine breathed in slight horror at the sight of both fresh and old scars on just his face, neck and hands alone. "Can you tell me...?"
Aominecchi... it's really you...?
Having such a jumbled-up mind, at that moment, Kise's emotions overwhelmed him, and in an instant, they just simply poured out of his mouth like a raging waterfall.
The prostitute got up and abruptly flung himself into Aomine's arms, wailing and sobbing away as if the world had just died on him. The tanned man, grasping the situation, embraced him and lightly patted him on the back, while nuzzling the golden bush of sweet-smelling yellow locks. "There, there, it's alright, Kise..." Aomine cooed softly.
"Aominecchi..." Kise sobbed in sorrow. "I... missed you... Where have you been all this time...?"
...
Aomine did not exactly know how to answer. He was somewhere in Tokyo all the while, so why...?
"I remained in America when you suddenly left," the blonde choked out in between tears. "And then... and then..."
Before he could continue, he felt warmth pressing against his lips. Feeling flustered, he turned a light shade of pink.
Aomine then pulled his lips away from Kise. He then pecked at the blonde's forehead affectionately. "You don't have to tell me now, I don't want to force you."
"But-"
"Shh..." Aomine pulled Kise in, pressing the sunshine head of hair against his chest. "Just rest." He then rocked Kise to and fro gently, just like how a mother would be doing with her baby. He began humming a small tune.
It was so melodious, so peaceful, so familiar...
Kise felt so much at ease, like he was becoming an angel from the heavens. He unconsciously wrapped his hands tightly around Aomine's back. His eyelids were drooping slowly... slowly, until they finally dropped shut. His hands became limp from the lack of energy.
Aomine took a closer look at Kise's facial expression. He had this sweet smile on his face, sometimes even muttering his name. He looked like he was deeply asleep.
"I guess he hasn't had a proper sleep for days..."
The tanned man gingerly carried Kise in his arms, stood up, and carried him to where he thought was the most comfortable place in the room. Once he had done so, he took out his jacket, revealing a white shirt underneath it. He carefully folded it into a small square-like shape, lifted up Kise's head, and placed his folded jacket under the golden head.
He sat beside Kise, stroking that pale, sweet face of his, before slowly getting into a kneeling position. He stroked a lock of hair that was hanging stray in his face, before putting it behind the blonde's ears. Aomine then bent down, and planted a small, chaste kiss on Kise's thin pink lips.
"Rest well."
Little did he know that where he thought would be the most comfortable place in the room... would be the most torturous place.
The prostitute awoke to find himself back in his room. He noticed that he was wearing his yukata properly (for once) and that his pearly white obi was actually tied properly, instead of a sloppy ribbon that he would always make with it everyday. Wondering why he felt so comfortable, he slowly sat up and found a neatly folded jacket placed carefully under his head.
As he touched it out of curiosity, memories of the night before began flooding his mind fast like choppy waters in the sea. He got his punishment, and...
Aomine came back.
As he brought the piece of clothing to his nose, the mild smell of grapefruit filled his nostrils almost instantly. His mind was filled with Aomine, Aomine, and nothing else.
He felt that he was back to his old cheerful self.
He felt loved.
That was all he wanted... for the past decade or so.
He could feel a tear rolling down his cheek. He... he got what he had always wished for. As he sniffled softly, the door slammed open, to reveal a light-haired person.
Which was none other than his boss, Haizaki Shougo.
Haizaki stomped over to the "still mesmerised by Aomine's smell" Kise and kicked him hard in the face. The blonde yelled out in pain as a shoe gave his cheek a big blow.
"Listen up, Ryouta," his boss sneered in sheer anger. "You didn't do your job yesterday."
Kise was breathing harder than usual. His cheeks stung like hell, like cold icy shards had just forcefully pressed themselves against them. Every single part of his body began to ache terribly, like wildfires in a rainforest.
Huh? Since when...? He felt extremely confused. Just then, the soft rustle of Aomine's jacket in his hands snapped him to reality. Oh... right.
But how did he know?
"I have my own ways," his boss smirked triumphantly as if he could read the blonde's mind, while producing a pair of handcuffs from nowhere. He pulled at them, causing a noisy "clang!" to echo out loud in the air as the two metallic objects clashed against each other.
"Now, be a good little kitten..."
"NO!" Kise screamed as he pushed Haizaki away with all his might. He tried to make a dash for the door, but his right ankle chained to the iron ball in the corner stopped his tracks. He stumbled and fell over with a loud "thump".
Trying to back away from his master, Kise stuttered, "G-g-get away!"
A slap resonated into the air.
"You fool!" Haizaki gritted his teeth. "Do you really think you could outsmart me?" He then unlocked the handcuffs, before locking his kitten's hands together.
"There is no way you will ever fall in love with that man."
Kise felt hot tears erupting from his eyes. The hem of his yukata was pulled up to his waist. His mouth was gagged by a cloth stuffed into it, his hands and legs were handcuffed together, and Haizaki was busy making himself comfortable. His legs were hooked on the light-haired man's waist, and unfortunately joined together due to the handcuffs. To make it worse, the extra cuff on his right ankle practically weighted his feet down.
"Still dare to resist me...?" the light-haired man smirked sadistically as he pulled out his fingers roughly from Kise's now wet entrance, earning a muffled outcry from the blonde. He leant close to his throbbing ear and whispered softly yet harshly.
"I will make sure I will break you, to the extent of contemplating suicide."
No...
Haizaki slowly pulled out his already erect member, rubbing it against Kise's hole. The prostitute groaned, but it came out as a strangled cry.
No...
The light-haired man grunted in annoyance as he forced himself into Kise's tight caverns. The blonde screamed in agony as he felt hot friction being created inside. Only then he realised that the lubricant had worn off last night.
He wanted to cry. He wanted to die. Haizaki was right...
And he had always been.
As he felt the pain and his pleasure within him reaching its highest peak, he can't help but ask himself, while Haizaki was smirking at his teary face.
What exactly is "Love"?
Kise lay motionlessly at the corner. Blood splatters were painted on the wall, stained the cement floor, everywhere. His right ankle was especially sore, since the metallic cuff on it had pressed against the skin of his ankle umpteen times.
Haizaki gave a smirk as he straightened his tie as if nothing had happened. He unlocked the handcuffs and ruthlessly pulled them away, giving Kise's wrists and ankles fresh scratches. With an evil smile, he walked up to the shaking body and whispered,
"Remember, you will never belong to anyone else. Except me." He then grabbed Aomine's jacket lying in the corner, and without a moment of hesitation, he relentlessly ripped it into many pieces and littered them piece by piece onto the floor. Then, with just a wave of his hand, he left, with an evil smile on his face.
Kise watched as the ripped pieces of cloth floated depressingly down towards the floor like flowers shedding their petals.
Except me...
Those words haunted the lifeless Kise's head. Except him...?
He felt like there was no point to live on, if there was no point having a life of freedom.
If there was no love...
He reached his hand out, grabbed whatever fabric of Aomine's jacket he could take, and hugged them tightly, tears dripping down onto the floor, in the hope that what Haizaki said was not true.
But it never worked out that way.
Aomine patronised Kise again that night. As he gave his money to Haizaki again at his office, he could only make out a sadistic smile formed on the boss's face. And yet, he had his head propped up by a hand and acted all innocent as if he had a (totally damn stupid) glittering halo over his head with white feathery wings sprouting from his back.
Something was definitely wrong.
He didn't realise how serious it was until he entered the blonde's room once again, and got a shock of his life.
Kise's body was lying still on the ground, facing the wall, just like a dead person. His back was facing Aomine, and his yukata hung loosely on one shoulder. On his shoulder alone, scratches and claw-like marks could be seen from afar.
How terrible could this get?
As the blue-haired man stepped into the dark room, he could see the prostitute slightly shaking. He bent down on one knee and placed a hand over Kise's shoulder.
The reaction he got was his hand being slapped away. "Don't come near me!" Kise screamed.
Now, people would get pissed and leave in this kind of situation, but Aomine was different. He tried again ; putting his hands on the blonde's shoulder and attempted to turn him over. "Kise, please don't do this-"
"SLAP!"
Kise stared, wide-eyed in shock as he (finally) turned around. Realising what had happened, he clutched onto the pieces of the blue-haired's navy jacket even tighter. Tears could be seen forming in his eyes.
Aomine placed a hand over his now reddened cheek. It was sore, but...
It doesn't hurt as much as Kise.
"Kise...?" Aomine breathed in slight shock. He forcefully grabbed Kise's hand and brought it to his face, now being able to take a closer look at it.
Scratches and even lacerations marred his hand. What had originally appeared to be a pale-skinned arm had become such a bloody sight.
There must be more, I'm sure of it.
"Kise-" Aomine began.
"No! Get away!" Kise cried out as he crawled over to the corner of the wall, buried his head into his knees, and sobbed silently.
"I've had enough... what's the point of living?"
Aomine jolted at this statement, but nevertheless, he remained a calm composure. Slowly, he got up and made his way to the dark eerie corner of the room. He then knelt down, and embraced Kise tightly.
"Kise," the blue-haired man murmured. "I'm sorry... if I got you into this state."
...
"...Aomine... cchi...?" He could feel something wet on his bare shoulder.
Which made his wounds sting a lot. Kise bit his lip, not daring to make any sound.
Why is Aominecchi... crying? For me...?
"What happened to you...?" Aomine asked worriedly as he buried his face into Kise's shoulder.
"Aominecchi, I..."
As the tanned man let go of Kise, he could see the prostitute gripping his yukata tightly. He placed his big, tanned hands on those small, pallid ones, in the hope that the yukata-clad teen would loosen his grip, but he received the opposite response. Aomine tightened his hold on Kise's hands slightly, murmuring, "It'll be alright..."
Do you trust me enough to do this?
Kise hesitated for a moment, seeming to be in a trance, before finally letting go of his yukata. Aomine took a hold of the silk clothing's hem and pulled it open with trembling hands.
More wounds. He had expected it, but he had never thought it to be so... severe.
Scratches and some which appeared to be cane marks were embedded onto his skin, some of them having blood on the surrounding cut.
"Oh, and Aominecchi..." Kise interrupted the blue-haired man with a sniffle as he held up the pieces of cloth with a shaking hand. "This... I'm sorry... It's your jacket..."
Aomine stared in horror. His own jacket, torn into shreds?
What the hell exactly happened?
He gave Kise a small kiss on the lips, and hugged him comfortingly, thinking that it would calm his traumatic state. His eyes were fuelled with extreme fury the more he thought about it. He could feel Kise's small figure shaking so much, it only added to his worry and anger.
That bastard who made Kise like this...
I'm going to make him pay.
End of Chapter 2
Ehehehe! And the second chapter is done! My awesome senpai (Shiwafuri Ai) was too excited and bla bla bla to see the next chappy, so I did this really fast and hardly proofread it :3 Short because senpai doesn't like to read my long-winded stuff (refer to my DGM story's word count) so here's a reaaaaaally short chapter.
Okay, not that short now lol.
And don't say it's boring - it made me cry my eyes out. lol epic fail. *sob sob*
Oh! And did you realise that so far, there's no AoKise lemon? Well, that will come by soon, when the good times come by ^w^ Depending on the release date :D
Also, when I mentioned about the smell of Aomine's jacket, it's mild grapefruit, cos' I remember that the Japanese sports drink Pocari Sweat has somewhat of a grapefruit taste :3
Anyway! I hope you've enjoyed this chapter! Please R&R XD Thanks for reading! :3