Konnichiwa! I'm finally back with another chapter!

I've been busy trying to balance quite some stuff. Here's a short chapter but I hope it really perks you up! This is like, one of the most I can do since I'm really busy managing personal matters, other fanfictions and so on and so forth. I've been running there and forth, settling my academic failures, and I had to keep calm mentally and emotionally, cos'... something happened, in which I will not mention. If you really want to know send me a PM.

This fanfiction is dedicated to my lovely brotha =D *ahem* Shiwafuri Ai

WARNING: This contains yaoi and prostitution so if you're against either one of these, well, you know the drill.

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'd be like, DAI HAIZAKI. DAIIIII. :3

Chapter 6: Kidnap

Aomine woke up to the bright rays of sunshine streaming into the room and a mysterious weight on his body. He grunted as he tried to lift it away, only to realise it was Kise. Brushing his fingertip against his pale (and slightly sweaty) skin, he took the chance to inhale the sweet vanilla scent in the blonde's sunshine locks. It was so... Kise-like. Really.

The prostitute stirred. Did he wake him up?

In an instant, eyelids flickered open to reveal sparkling topaz irises. They stared directly into the centre of those sapphire ones curiously before they shut closed.

"Morning Aominecchi~" Kise smiled cheerily. The blue-haired man gave a thin smile back, obviously still tired. The blonde then slowly got off the tanned man and went to pick up his clothes discarded onto the floor last night. Aomine looked up at him with hazy eyes and could barely make out dried-up tracks of their sex evidence, trailing down his right leg.

"Do you mind if I use your toilet, Aominecchi?" At least Kise had a sense of privacy (or whatever you call it :x) He took his white shirt and spread it over the blue-haired man like a blanket.

"Mm... no..." he mumbled while a snore escaped his mouth. Kise sighed and stroked those blue locks of his. He placed a small kiss on Aomine's lips before picking up "his" clothes and daintily walking towards the toilet.

Small water droplets, fresh from the shower head, pattered onto Kise's skin like a light drizzle from the skies. He felt refreshed, as if he had just woken up in a bright sunny day.

As he dried himself and pulled his (literally not his) boxers up to his hips, he found himself staring at his reflection, those white scars marring his body. Immediately, the terrifying face of Haizaki Shougo registered in his small mind. The very thought of him chasing after Aomine and him scared him to death.

He could feel a sinister aura emitting from the mirror, as if the brothel boss was just right before him.

"No..."

He stumbled over his shorts and crashed onto the tiled floor with a deafening "bang!". Tears trickled down his pink cheeks, his lips mouthing "no" over and over again. Hallucinations of his horrifying boss repeated itself in his head, screaming at him to go back to the brothel.

He screamed out loud...

"Kise!" A fully dressed Aomine burst into the toilet to see a crying blonde, struggling and writhing about on the floor, screaming and crying. He tried to stop the blonde, but with great difficulty. Anxious to get Kise to calm down, he forced him into his arms. He rubbed the blonde's back in an attempt to calm him down, to stop his hallucinations and to realise that he was in reality, together with him.

As Kise slowly calmed down, and the trembling of his body gradually eased, Aomine looked Kise in the eye and said with a firm sense in his tone, "Look, Kise, I'm not gonna leave you, I'll stay by your side, no matter what happens, so you don't have to worry about that white-haired bastard anymore."

The blonde just curled up in those tanned arms of Aomine and continued sobbing, but more silently now. Stroking his blonde hair gently, the blue-haired man kept whispering to the crying prostitute that it was okay.

"Shh..."

The sleek, ebony-coloured cellphone rang out a peaceful yet catchy tune that lasted for one minute straight before its owner fished it up from the wooden table with a soft grunt of annoyance. He pushed the "call" button.

"Hello."

"Dai-chan!" a high, feminine voice squeaked through the speaker, making the tanned man jerk back. Hell, he could even hear her voice from outside!

"What is it, Satsuki?" Aomine was damn annoyed.

"Dai-chan! How could you talk to your manager that way!" The person on the other line made a "mmm" sound, which showed how pissed she somewhat felt.

"Anyway, I want to talk to you about something. The team is going to Hokkaido for a match, and we need you to come along!"

"Grrr..." The blue-haired man rolled his eyes. "They always go for matches outside Tokyo - "

"That's because you owned almost everyone in Tokyo!" the female manager rudely interrupted.

"Huh, since when did you start talking like that, Satsuki?" Aomine queried. It wasn't... normal in a sense.

"What are you talking about?" From her tone, it was pretty obvious that she had a fake golden halo over her head. "Anyway, be at the sports school near the Hokkaido airport by ten sharp tomorrow!"

"You mean, Japan Sports High?"

"Yeah! See y - " Aomine brought the phone away from his ear and jammed the glowing red "end call" button.

"... As annoying as ever," he snorted. He then glanced at Kise in his bedroom, who was sleeping soundly on his bed, the blanket wrapping itself around his body like a pupa.

Feeling insecure to leave the blonde alone at home, after millions of minutes of mulling over this situation, Aomine Daiki had decided.

He will take Kise with him.

The blonde felt somebody shaking his body. "Oi, Kise," the familiar voice of his lover echoed out as he shook him awake. "Wake up, I need to tell you something."

Kise let out a small yawn as he rolled over to face the tanned man with hazy topaz irises. "Yes, Aominecchi...?"

"Do you have your passport?" the tanned man bluntly asked without hesitation, only to receive a confused Kise.

"Er, it's with Haizaki... san..." The blonde looked like he was deep in thought, racking his mind in silent agony. "He keeps it for our personal information... or... I think if the prostitute..." Kise blushed in embarrassment as the word 'prostitute' tumbled out of his mouth so easily like stones on a cliff. "... if he or she gets bought by someone, Haizaki will give the passport to the buyer."

"I don't want you to be involved with that white-haired creep," Aomine growled possessively. "That bastard doesn't even have the rights; he obtained you via money."

"Wait, wha - how did you know?"

The blue-haired man sighed. "It was in the newspapers then. 'Blonde sold for a million', I think," he quoted the newspaper headline. "There was even a picture with you in it... But I didn't know where you were... so... yeah."

Kise lowered his head in absolute shame at the thought that his ex-brother had come to terms with his selling in America. "... so you knew..."

"But, you were in Tokyo with me, you know? Before your parents immigrated to America," Aomine sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as the memory floated into his mind, the words containing a small ray of hope that Kise would remember.

"Huh? Really...? I don't remember..." the prostitute mumbled. He tried to get up, but collapsed back onto the bed floppily.

"Hey, Kise... what's wrong...?"

Kise blushed heavily at this question. He stuttered embarrassingly, "P-p... promise not to laugh at me..."

The tanned man shrugged. "Okay."

"Well... I..." the blonde began as a dark red hue decorated his pallid cheeks. He then hissed softly, "My hips... they kinda hurt..."

The tanned man sent a deep straight glare into the prostitute's amber eyes with his azure ones in a disbelieving way. Laughter began spilling out of his mouth like an endless waterfall as he clutched his stomach while continuing his deafening laughter.

The blonde pouted as he saw his lover laughing and pointing at him. "Jeez, I told you not to laugh at me!" His blush on his cheeks intensified, before his head fell heavily onto the soft pillow, his breaths becoming more heavier and more erratic.

"Eh?" Aomine finally looked up from his laughing frenzy. "Kise, are you alright?" Noticing the reddened cheeks, the tanned man placed a hand over a pale forehead and gasped under his breath.

Kise had a fever.

"Maybe it isn't a good idea to bring you out to make a passport..." he muttered, the tanned hand gliding from his forehead to his burning red cheeks in the process. He added a second note silently, "But I have an important match tomorrow... and I can't just leave you here; what if that bastard Haizaki shows up again?" He felt a hand abruptly being placed on his, causing him to jump slightly. Kise's hand was boiling hot, yet pleasantly warm at the same time. How strange.

"Aominecchi," he breathed heavily, "let me go with you..."

"Wha - !? No way! You're sick, and I don't want it to be worsened all because of me!" Aomine yelled angrily as he unconsciously gripped Kise on the cheeks harder. He then felt something wet trailing down on his hand.

"Please, for Aominecchi..." the prostitute choked out. "Let me go with you." His hand on Aomine's dropped down in a limping way, before he mustered up all his strength and pushed himself up into a sitting position. His right hand reached up to his face and wiped the tears away.

"I... I will endure... this," he panted as he gazed into those sapphire orbs of the tanned man, "to... to put your mind at ease..." He added with a soft whisper, "Alright...?"

"..." His tanned hand loosened itself as it slid down to finger the blonde's lips on its own will.

Aomine was stuck in a serious dilemma; to let Kise out, or to keep him safe here? He couldn't risk any possibilities letting Kise get kidnapped by Haizaki, going back to the brothel, which kills the innocence of the victims working there.

On the other hand, if he made Kise stay here, he would be no different from a canary trapped in its cage, never, ever being able to get out. Haizaki might even be able to find Kise here and take him away.

He definitely could not rule out the Haizaki possibility; that guy has plenty of connections all over the world. He would still eventually manage to find a way to locate Kise, take him back, and eradicate his target; Aomine Daiki.

Sighing, he placed his hand on Kise's broad, trembling shoulder, rubbing it reassuringly, "Alright, alright, you're allowed to go."

The sick blonde sniffled. "... really?"

"Yeah, but you're in... no condition to walk..." A light bulb suddenly blinked brightly in his head as an idea struck his head. He then put out his hand. "Here."

Curiously, the blonde tiredly placed his hand on the tanned man's stretched out one. With a great heave, Aomine pulled up the prostitute and set him down onto his back.

"Hold on tight," he grinned.

Reaching their destination soon enough, the blue-haired man got out of his sleek, blue car first, before going over and offering his help to the blonde prostitute, in turn to receive a rejection.

"It's okay, Aominecchi," Kise said cheerily as he stepped out of the car effortlessly. "I can help myself; you don't have to help me all the time." He turned away from Aomine's gaze to hide his sweet pink blush.

"Sheesh," the tanned man scoffed as he straightened his navy blue jacket, smoothing out the wrinkles. "Sometimes I really can't stand you calling my name with that 'cchi' added behind. Would it hurt not doing that for once?" A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.

"I think I already did... once."

... Oh right. That incident in the changing room. An awkward silence ensued between them, in turn leading to the atmosphere becoming really dense.

"... Let's go, Aominecchi!" Kise cut in through the silence as he grabbed the blue-haired man's hand and attempted to drag him into the building.

Stepping up onto the escalator, Kise "ooh"-ed and "ahh"-ed at the beautiful decorations in the interior of the building. It was indeed a breathtaking sight. Chandeliers sparkled brightly as they hung lonesomely on the ceilings. The maroon walls were decorated with black murals that depicted curly designs.

Aomine smiled at the fact that Kise was actually enjoying himself. He squeezed his hand tight, not wanting to let him go. He knew he couldn't let his guard down, they were still within reach of Haizaki's puppet strings.

As the duo got into the main hall, the tan man pulled the blonde towards an empty counter. The attendant, a really pretty lady, asked for Kise's particulars with a gentle tone. The prostitute beamed with a bright smile as he continued passing his personal information to the woman; it was evident that he liked the kind lady, unlike those ruthless bodyguards of Haizaki.

A standing Aomine stared at the seated blonde as thoughts ran through his mind. He had definitely suffered enough; he had finally been free from the clutches of the white-haired maniac and his minions.

Little did he know, that it wasn't the end.

Bubbling with excitement, Kise hopped into the photo studio to have his picture taken. As he smiled wide at the camera, the cameraman suddenly made a gesture to come near him.

Curiously, the blonde stood up, and walked towards the cameraman. The mysterious person with a black cloth over his head lifted up his veil, revealing dimmed azure eyes, with baby blue locks.

"Kurokocch - !"

The small prostitute quickly clamped a hand over his mouth. "Quieten down, Kise-kun," Kuroko hissed in a hushed whisper. "It would be troublesome if people knew that prostitutes are here!" For the rexord, Kuroko, as a prostitute of Haizaki, was pretty famous and often popped up in the newspapers headlines.

The blonde cleared his throat before voicing out in a whisper, "Kurokocchi...? Why are you here?"

"To come to check on you. I sneaked out of the brothel to come and see you. I just noticed a few of Haizaki's guards patrolling the area. You've got to be careful, Kise-kun."

Hazel irises widened at the news of Haizaki. No way... He's here?

"I can't do anything to help, Kise-kun," Kuroko said bluntly, "but just keep safe."

"Yeah..." The topaz-eyed prostitute was all serious, immensely deep in thought for a while, before stretching his face into a wide smile; his everyday trademark. "Right! Thanks Kurokocchi!"

The latter smiled. "Anytime."

As Kise obtained his picture from the counter, he turned his foot to spin his body around to face Aomine. The sapphire-eyed basketball player gave a light grin as he watched Kise happily skipping towards him. It was good that he was having a great time, so much that his agonising fever could be easily forgotten.

"Kise, I gotta go to the toilet. Just wait here, okay?" he stated as they were walking towards the escalator. "I'll be back real soon."

"Okay," the blonde beamed. He couldn't wait to see Aomine play a match; how long has he see -

Wait... Had he seen a basketball match featuring him before...?

What had happened?

Why were the vague memories of Aomine and basketball so crisp, so fresh in his mind?

He did not remember anything of it at all. Yet...

Pulling at his hair, Kise felt a sharp pain throb in his head as he tried even harder to refresh his memory. He could not remember anything at all, yet he still had a memory of basketball. Why!?

Just then, black enveloped his vision as his consciousness faded into pitch black abyss...

Aomine stepped out, pulling at his shirt, when he noticed that the blonde was gone.

He just... disappeared into thin air.

Azure orbs widened as wild thoughts rushed through his mind like a hurried stampede. What happened...?

"Kise...?"

End of Chapter 6

Nya~ It's only 2k words but nevertheless I hope you like this! =D I've gotta sleep now, next time!