A/N: Hi guys, I think I uploaded this time a little bit faster… *swallows* I hope. I'm a slow writer :S but I'm trying to gain time in weekends to write. Don't forget I write because of you and I want you to tell me what do you think? Don't forget to review, please? A review it's the better gift you could give me! And certainly inspires me! :D

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Chapter 9: Like equals Negation.

It's incredible how a single thing can change everything. It seemed darkness has turned light – or something sappy like that. Aomine wouldn't go that far to say Kise and he were friends now. He wasn't so convinced to let his arm down for him yet. His thoughts were constantly on Rui. To find him. That, Aomine want more than anything.

Though, sometimes his body betrays him. He hated when that passed to him. Hated to be dragged to look close at Kise's face without him shying away. Hate him being so ridiculously oblivious to him. For god's sake where were his senses? Where is his instinct?

He could grow irritate only looking at him… How depressing. He's attractive and charmingly sympathetic. The talkative type, you can just wait ages looking that mouth laugh, open and close and talk with his friends. Persistent, too moral (sigh) and loyal, always loyal with the people he care for. Smooth skin, blond bold strands of hair covering half of his eyes and submitting so beautifully the back of his neck. Soft lips between teeth and a pink tongue peeping to lick the corner of his mouth—

And I? Being seventeen, having a fuck here and there and all, I believe I'm starting to become like this blond, which is almost a saint.

Flat true.

I haven't heard or saw him flirting since I know him. Was that normal? That was part of his… charm, wasn't it?

And then this guides me to think: A virgin was my taste?

Fuck.

…..

Since when? Or was it only Kise?

"Aomine, something's wrong?"

Yes, just you being a virgin.

"All right." Kise returned to bury his face in his homework "Jerk." I heard him whispering under his nose.

I could kiss him to stop to want him. I may not like it (Who am I lying to?) Or I may like it too much.

"Aomine?" Kise's mother peeked inside the room, her blond hair disheveled for all her face with a spoon in her left hand. "A girl is in the phone asking for you."

I nodded standing from the chair to the living room. At least I could distract myself from Kise a little. I sat on the couch at time to hear Satsuki's voice over the phone.

"I can't believe you are living with him for real."Momoi's voice exclaimed somewhat mechanically and amused at the same time. "I thought you were lying!"

"Momoi I told you to not investigate him."

"No, you tell me to stay away. A little research can't hurt anyone! Besides, I wanted to ask you a couple of things."

….

"What is it?" Aomine asked after a few seconds. His gaze roaming loosely over the soap opera playing in the television. At the same time, hearing Kise's mother doing on the kitchen. It seemed Saturdays were the days she devoted herself to clean the apartment, cook and make laundry. Kise offered to help but she clearly stated that Kise's duty was his room and to help Aomine- kun with whatever he needed since he was a transferred student, new and alone in the city.

Aomine quietly chuckled, suddenly, that remember him his own foster mom doing this things in home. One Monday with Satsuki around singing while reading in the couch and father out in the garden, playing basket with Rui and our dog. Me? Me, taking a rest in the grass hearing the locust singing while drifting to a pleasant dream. (1)

"You know who has Rui?" it was more a rhetorical question. Momoi knew Aomine knew. So that lead to the second question "Why Kise?" Father can't help? Momoi wanted to say. Her father had connections in the police. He could definitely help Aomine. Who were those persons kidnapping Rui? What had Kise to do with they? "Because I know you wouldn't involucrate someone like him if he wasn't relative to them."

"I'm certain in a 90% who they are. And why are they after Rui." Aomine closed his eyes. "Father must not know about this. Satsuki he must not know." Aomine said like he had readed her mind.

"But… you need help. I can help you. I want to!"

"No, I refuse. I won't put you in danger."

"I'm not weak! Rui's also my brother! " She yelled anxiously over the phone. After meeting Kise and after seeing her brother the way he was, she was feeling more worried from the usual calm she evidenced. Momoi would do everything if only to see his family happy again. Six months were too long. Too much for being nervous about Rui. And Aomine being Aomine for his own. Her heart was breaking seeing Aomine closing to everything and everyone. Him calling her Satsuki meaning their bond, meaning the danger and to respect his request.

"Daiki… please." Her eyes dropped not feeling strong at the moment.

"I'm going to sleep. Call you later."

Momoi's hands close feeling impotent beyond words. The sound of the phone still on her ears. She was going to take a desition. If Aomine was not going to let her in, then she was going to ask someone else. And then she was going to find what Kise had to do with all this mess.

-o-

Aomine leaned his elbows on his knees resting his face between his hands. He stood in that way for a long time. For hours.

…..

Kise's mother was finally satisfied with the clean state of the kitchen and the lunch. She sighed tired-like falling to one of the chairs, registering vaguely if something was missing.

She didn't have much friends or family. Since her husband's dead her life had been literally gray. As a mother –of course- she continued living for her son. She loved Kise. As much as her husband- the love of her life. Kise was so much as his father… his eyes, his nose and hair, with a strong sense of protection over her. She knew her son well… and that Kise hided things, he didn't say. So much like me too.

She looked over the open window feeling the fresh breeze in her warm face. Feeling sorry. She didn't have the support of anyone… her parents were always against her relationship and later marriage with Senchirou. They simple didn't like him. Nor his name, nor his appearance nor his poor family nor anything. She fought thanks to Senchirou's support and their love.

"Kioko you need treatment to your condition. Only pills would not help you or your son."

She looked down gripping her purse tight against her lap. Since Senchirou's dead she fell on a depression strong to overcome her. Her psyche was in danger, she could feel it in her blood. And that's why she bit her lip hard, almost tear her hair out before go to a Doctor to find help. And the veredict was strict. She needed treatment with a psychologist, needed medical attention. She was pure skin and bones.

"You have suicidal antecedents in your mother. Kioko, I'll put you two days a week of treatment with this Dr. It's important for you to firm this document and understand this is for your health."

"Y- yes… yes… for my son. I have a son, right? I'm not alone .Where is he?"

"Uh." Kioko shook her head jumping from the chair to walk around the table on the kitchen. Smelling the air she remembered the food. Better subject that those times. "It's time to call the boys…" She heard herself murmuring going to Kise's bedroom. Walking trough the living room she caught Aomine's pose on the couch. Um, he looks tense. She stopped her steps on the spot.

She hadn't have time to share talks to the boy. That and then the boys being at Kasamatsu's house these days. Definitely, she wasn't so good at talking. Giving her historial… but she decided to try, not expecting the small startle on the boy when she sat at his side on the couch.

"I'm sorry." She said softly almost feeling nervous, studying Aomine's dark eyes "You looked awfully alone here."

"I wasn't." Kioko noticed inmediately Aomine's words on the defensive side. She raised an eyebrow not letting that tone of voice surprise her at all.

She has Kise.

She was graduated with honors knowing those tones.

"I didn't mean to sound rude."

Her other eyebrow raised. Ummm. She stared the boy looking down at his hands. Something was bothering him as clear as the sun in the sky. It was written in his gestures. It made her a tad more nervous and concerned. She was in charge of this boy and she wanted him to be fine. Any mother would want her son in good hands.

"Your family is all right?" she wondered not wanting to ask too much because she suspected Aomine was the delicate type about his personal matters. If he was a transfered student he may miss them. It may be difficult the change of school and place. Maybe he needed to call them. "You can call your parents or friends whenever you want. Please do so when you feel like it."

Aomine eyes twitched. He hadn't called his mom in three (or four?) months. The weight of that was starting to scratch at his conscience with the irking feeling Satsuki's call had caused in him.

Today was Saturday. What was she doing? Usually in the afternoons, she was with Rui planning a funny day out. Reserving nights with father. But since Rui's disappearance she would sat near the phone for a couple of hours, fuss around the house, hug Satsuki or me out of nowhere, talk with father in the kitchen, cry silently in the nights. Read a book or two to distract her preoccupied mind.

Was she near the phone waiting for my call as much as from the police? Was she biting her nail in the manner Satsuki does while worried? My sister had see me, but my parents don't. And then that Kid. Rui's best friend was always asking for me.

"Aomine-kun? Here's the phone."

Aomine looked the space between him and Kioko not really wanting but accepting anyway.

"Now," Kioko stood with a tiny smile "I was going to call you and my son to eat lunch together. But since my son's still studying and you are not hungry... not yet as I see, I'm going to clean my bedroom for a while. Sounds good I hope?" she tilted her head thoughtfully.

Aomine nodded thinking Kise's mother should smile and talk more. She dissapeared soon by the door claiming her bed was a mess and how boys were as complicated as adults were.

Aomine opened the Kise's bedroom willing to relax some of his stress in a discussion with him. Not taking care how wrong that sounded. His eyes rolled and his mouth when he caught Kise with eyes closed on the bed, a forgotten book lying open on the floor. Shit. He walked reaching the edge of the bed wanting to strangle him and punish him for not being awake. The conversation with his mom had not helped to improve his mood at all. His mom had missed him and although she was almost sick with worry, also she let see she was upset and wanted Aomine back home. Just missing that his father appeared at Kise's apartment with the police or that kid- friend of Rui appeared too.

Oh, yes. Aomine wanted to strangle him.

If only that was the only thing he wanted to do with him.

Wishing him death while watching his sleeping face, Aomine sat on the bed. He wanted him. More than anything he wanted him now. Those eyes to cry. That body to mark him red as his. Those gorgeous lips - he wanted to nip at them until their bloomed sore with blood. A little sadistic, isn't it?

So much for just a simple VULGAR kiss.

Nowaki. That corny bastard had kissed his lover the first time while he was sleeping, didn't he? And against his lover's will, isn't it?

But… he was gaining Kise's trust. Slowly but surely. He can see it in the way his hazel eyes were more unguarded than glaring. In the way he would sit or stood calmly giving his back at Aomine. In the way he would even shyly smile when Aomine say something that amuse him.

And that was fine. Or was terribly wrong. What about Rui? What about Akashi and the guys that wanted the blond? Something rose and flowery wasn't on the list of those guys to do.

Aomine grunted grabbing his hair.

"….ungh…" Kise sighed softly curving on his side. Aomine looked over his shoulder, watching the precise moment hazel sleepy eyelids opened slowly focusing on him.

"Could you not sleep a little longer?"Aomine mumbled resentful.

"What?- ungh-" Kise began to sit heavily on his elbows, his mind still blurred with dreams that he didn't understand a word of Aomine. "What did you sa-" His eyes blinked startled when Aomine launched straight to cover his mouth.

"mmphf." He muffled a second before reacting to push Aomine far, more like a reflex than anything else. He was surprised. Honestly, what was wrong now? He was just going to ask a silly innocent question! The moment he raised his arms to voice his question, Aomine set strength over his mouth, pushing him down to catch both of his wrists with the free hand. Kise gasped feeling suddenly nervous by the sudden act. He started to kick the air and to the sides in an effort to knock some sense into Aomine and the situation. But Aomine got over that, raising a knee over the bed, then the second, all while evading Kise's dangerous kicks, fighting to gain Kise's wrists and two or three times even losing the blond's mouth.

After many intents of both parts, they ended with Kise glaring up terribly upset with his mouth effectively covered. One of his wrists taken against the matters at the side of his face while the other was free on Aomine's chest waiting any movement to start pushing him off. Both his knees slightly up as Aomine was sitting straddling him.

What now? Kise thought.

Aomine stared down almostpanting for the bloody fight Kise had given. He could feel Kise's elaborated respiration over his pinky finger and couldn't help but to want to really seat his full weight on the blond. And feel him.

He saw that Kise's look was pointedly on the door. If Aomine needed to guess, Kise was asking if this, whatever was this, had something to do with his mom or Rui's case. Aomine sighed knowing his mood was ruined and ignored.

"Your mom is fine."

Kise looked carefully Aomine's eyes. Huh.

"She's fine. In fact we share a nice talk before. She smiles beatifully you know?"

Kise's eyes opened panda-like, his expression saying he was astonished. And that that answer was not what he had in mind.

"Yeah. She has a beautiful smile," Aomine continued looking the interest raising in Kise's eyes "I think she should smile more… …the same goes for his son."

"mmphf." Kise snorted rolling his eyes.

"She insisted I should call my parents so I did. I call my mom." Aomine said quietly.

Kise held silently for another word for that point. Seeing Aomine's lost behaviour, Kise tilted his head asking "mmh?" then waited.

"So…" Aomine trailed off intently looking down at Kise's face, showing some of his emotions so prettily buried within him. Kise shuddered, his fingers closing unwittingly in Aomine's shirt.

"Aomine?" he asked, thought that was more like another mmhm? Wh-What is he…

Aomine leaned down slowly, dreadfully slowly. Focused without batting trying to catch, get into Kise. The blond squirmed adverting his eyes, pushing Aomine's chest to stop him to – to- oh no. Nonono.

When they were nose to nose. Kise said something muffled that sounded awfully like 'Aomine get away from me! Damn you!' but who knows? Could be pure more 'mmffs' and 'mmhh' or 'uh-uh!'

The blond was just freaking out. And Aomine more than aroused was angry. Angry. Angry. Angry. Like a spoiled child he wanted his prize but no. No! His prize was obstinate!

His prize shouldn't be obstinate. He wanted Kise to want him back – Shit.

Kise thought madly was going to have a heart-attack when Aomine decided to change direction from his mouth (Yes, at this rate Kise was well aware and was trying to negate things over and over) and instead (Aomine's hand over his mouth still) buried his face nuzzling his neck.

"Kise, I'll free your mouth if you promise you'll not scream the moment I do so."

Kise glared not liking the whispering in his ear. Forgetting his pride he nodded wanting to breathe properly. When Aomine let go, Kise took a deep breath feeling his lungs ready to say some necessary things to Aomine's head.

"Well duh. I'm just dying to shout so my mom run till here, open that door, and freak the hell out seeing her onlyson in a bed with a very compromised position with YOU!"

"I merely warn you-" Aomine deadpan "-I bite when I'm angry and sexually frustrated."

"What -" Aomine's teeth sank down. Kise gasped loudly before he regained his senses gritting his teeth to stop a moan. "Stop, stop!" Kise kicked the air with his legs. "Aomine stop! STOP!" Aomine ignored him like a carnivore would do while killing his prey in in the heat of a hunting's end. And it was hurting him. Aomine was hurting him and Kise didn't know how to stop it. He struggled, fought,feeling pain. Yes, only pain and a faint resolution to omit the fluttering feeling increasing on his chest.

"Y-you are hur-hurting me," Kise stammered when a harsh suck startled him deeply. His eyes watered resigning himself to not struggle anymore. His free hand closing in Aomine's shirt like the only sign of resistance. He was tired. His arms feel dumb. His throat hurt. His voice hurt. His heart hurt. His pride hurt. His trust feel betrayed. Aomine was hurting him more of what he could thought.

…

When Aomine left his sensitive skin, Kise let out a sob really ashamed of everything. This was so not what he wanted. His face reddened by shame purely, staring blankly at the door just waiting the moment Aomine's depart. The pressure of the stare over him made him want to forget all the more everything. Gradually, Aomine released his wrist and stood leaving that foreign sensation in his body, warm when Aomine had been. So weird yet logical to feel that. He finally sat looking down at the hands in his lap.

Why he did this to me. I did nothing wrong. Kise's throat constricted. I was starting to trust… to believe in him. Why is he doing this to me? These days since Momoi's visit hadn't been different? Hadn't felt different? I was thinking in even help him willingly! As soon as we could have that conversation and know what I'm against too… and my mom, she was more lively around us! I told him – I told him I wasn't like that!

"Kise?"

Kise retreated away of Aomine's voice. He froze when a tanned hand touched his cheek.

Aomine seemed shocked.

"You - you have to ruin it! I told you! I'm not --" gay. Kise's voice shocked. NO! No no no no! He wasn't going to say it. He was going to deny everything until the very end and why? Because Aomine didn't deserve his trust anymore.

Feeling tears threatening down, Kise stood running fast for the door. Slamming behind him the thing so hard the bolts trembled.

-o-

Utter humilliation and ire plagued Kise the following days. His carefree growing manners around Aomine dissapeared completely, leaving seated an atmosphere so tense, everyone around them feel cracks in the air every while and then. He was not going to control nor fix his behaviour around Aomine. It was all his fault. HIS fault. I did nothing to attract him to me and I - Uh… usually every time Kise thought this, his mind's track stopped, his chest fluttered awkwardly leaving him only with head to concentrate in other matters as, for once, studying.

"Finally your hickey is getting paler." Ayaka said startling the blond out of his thoughts in the desk. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday had been hell for the poor blond. Not to mention he got really flustered when one of the girls boldly gripped his t-shirt's collar to take a real look at the pale neck. She laughed then with her following comentary to the knowledge of the entire classroom and in Assato's class.

"Kise-kun had a rough night! His hickey is so well-done in his neck!"

BITCH.

Kise was never one to curse a girl, but this was getting out of control. He wanted to die of shame again.

"Ayaka, please, not you too." He begged hoping no one of his classmates had heard her whisper.

"I merely stated a fact-" She shrugged piously "-a good fact if you ask me."

"This was so Kasamatsu's san fault," Kise sulked "He just needed to know what I was hiding under my scarf. He just couldn't believe my saying I've a flu."

Ayaka sighed looking over her shoulder to Kasamatsu and Moriyama talking in the corner of the classroom's sending glances to the pair in turns.

"Kasamatsu's sorry about that. He's getting chastised every hour everyday." She was saying Kasamatsu was looking for Kise's pardon. Not to start how Kise was aplying his own punishment to his sempai not talking to him. What was difficult since Kise was fond of Kasamatsu.

"What I don't understand though, it's how you let Aomine did this to you," Ayaka trailed off turning to gaze at the tall tanned boy leaning his shoulder on the wall looking thoughtful across the window. Kise swiftly stared up to Ayaka's black eyes gazing at Aomine. What did she say?

"Ayaka-" Kise said looking for her attention "- you, uh…-" he should deny that? Ayaka was clever and for the way her face was frowning looking at Aomine she could be stripping the true from the depths of the tanned.

Ayaka suddenly blinked smiling down at him. "Don't worry about that. I'm not saying anything. You have to admit it was quite obvious something had happened between you two. Your neck-issue was enough to put me in the right track."

Oh, how much Kise wanted to grin dissmising Ayaka's words. It was hard to do so now. Aomine had betrayed him. Or that's how Kise feel it. You can't just go and do that to someone wounded as he was without any consequences. He hadn't had head to think in love-matters and less to think in some guy interested in him. He was not homophobic, nothing like that, but knowing you have the interest of other guy wasn't exactly endearing.

"We are nothing!" Kise hissed fearing Ayaka's next words.

Ayaka stared as though a mystery were unfolding before her taking advantage to analyzed it with hungry eyes. It was excruciating somehow. And yet that reminded him of Momoi's eyes into full play of basketball.

"You like him?" Ayaka asked not really believing…. But her intuition was doing somersaults in a manner it shouldn't be. Something in the way Kise blushed, cowed, defended, avoided the theme was telling her something, although pale was there.

"No. I don't like guys."

"As far as you know until now, right? Are you sure?" Ayaka persisted. Negation was not the right answer. Negation could be taked in with so many meanings…

"I am sure."

"You are…" Ayaka bit her bottom lip.

"I should feel upset you ask me that?" Kise frowned like if the question itself was weird to him.

Ayaka laughed, aw Kise. "God No! Hahaha no, it's just, just don't mind me. HAHAHA!" Yet.

Kise narrowed his eyes avoiding to look at their classmates that were looking at Ayaka's laugh with horror. She never laughed like that. Horror. Aomine threw a furtive glance at them. Kise caught it and looked away, the skin in his neck flushing red.

The days transcurred with nothing of interest to count. Haha. Right. Moriyama and Ayaka were fighting anew because Moriyama had almost kissed a cute girl after a basket's game, Ayaka was fuming silently while dragging Moriyama away by the hair to said girl's glossy lips. And just like that Moriyama had almost kissed her. But – of course- Ayaka had blushed threatening Moriyama to do that so then she could slap him. Kasamatsu was sulking every hour, everyday looking for his pardon. Kise had been harsh. At this point he recognized he should stop and talk to him. Even if his reputation was in the line every hour everyday by the girls in the classroom. It seemed like the hickey had excited a nerve in them. Are you free tonight? What are you going to do this Friday? You know, I like basket too, that's not faith! You are single, right?! You smell so good.

Asato, - the teacher- had been aware of the girls' behaviour, going as far as obliging Kise to explain the class to one of the girls while she happily pressed her breast against him. The top of all was when one of the guys grope him when he was drinking water after a game and then he feel it. What in the hell was passing in that guy's mind- he certainly had lost it, lost it right there leaving the guy with a wounded cheek and nose in the grass.

"-the fuck is passing with the people in this school." he muttered between clenched teeth, his steps tight and uncertain to where go to enjoy the break. He sighed sagging against one of the trees around the school, closing his eyes to the tranquil sentiment the solitude give him. He was half considering to jump his last class, just for the sake to not feel breasts against his arms, unwanted whispers in his ears or a squeeze in his ass. What was so wonderful about him now? It's annoying. It's madness.

"What is it?"

Kise opened his eyes passionless knowing that voice. I must answer that? I haven't really looked at him since… a week or two? how long since I really hear him? I have completely ignored him and I have passed a good time doing so. I'm being bad by doing so? I don't think so.

"I didn't know you could hold a grudge for so long." Aomine assessed him leaning on the tree Kise was sat against.

"…." The nerve!

"You can't be this grumpy after just a minimal bite."

Kise's eyebrow twitched. "Please, refrain to talk to me if you're going to do things worst."

"This is your way to fix things? Your evasion is painful to testify."

"You're not doing much better. You talk about evasion?" Who is the one avoiding an apologize?

"You want an explanation now or are you going to cow away in the moment I start so?"

Kise's eyes filled with bitter, though he wasn't in the mood to deal with Aomine, some part of him wanted to talk about that day. Some part of him wanted to point lines and limits. But there was the other part rejecting to name why he needed those limits. It doesn't need to be awkward, Kise thought at least.

"Aomine," he said "I don't want you to do that again." You have no right. And it doesn't make sense.

"Why?" Aomine buried his eyes on him "Why are you so afraid? Why you don't ask what you want to know? Or is it that you are already aware?"

"I mean it, Aomine. I don't want you to." Kise avoided all questions.

Aomine shut his mouth. He hated when Kise was stubborn, when he intoned that defy in his words to limit him. Infuriating as appealing. The tension in those shoulders was so terrible attractive. The frown in that face acting a show of challenge when in reality it's avoiding the prime subject about my feelings.

"Let go of me, Aomine."

So, had he been so lost in his thoughts that he had acted conscienceless? He was that bad, ha. Pulling Kise up by his t-shirt, grabbing so possessively his eyes with his in a stare that could freeze the hell. So close to feel Kise's fists in his face, so tempting to break that tenacious will with a sinful kiss.

"Just give me one reason, just one Kise." Aomine whispered throaty looking close how Kise was starting to back away.

"What do you want?" Kise whispered in the same manner "Why you don't apologize? I'm not- I'm not even sure-" Kise felt himself froze. Aomine swiftly caught Kise's wrists stopping his escape. Fuck. "No - Aomine don't-!"

I want you that much to force you a little.

…..

"Let go of me, Aomine." He was shuddering. No, this was most of what Kise could bear right now. His neck tingled dreadfully reminded him that what happened once could happen again and worst. I don't have feelings for him! And I've never established me being gay. And this is ridiculous. What have I did to attract him? If the only thing we have done is fight most of the time… it just doesn't makes sense, it doesn't. I don't like to be manhandled, I don't like people invading my space, I don't like his way.

"Just give me one reason, just one Kise."

Kise shied away from his lips. I don't like being kissed by force. I don't like to feel caged.

"What do you want?" Kise whispered in the same manner willing his mind to understand "Why you don't apologize? I'm not- I'm not even sure-" Kise felt himself froze. Aomine swiftly caught Kise's wrists stopping his escape. Fuck."No - Aomine don't-!"Kise hissed with fear, I haven't forgiven you yet!

Aomine kissed Kise's cheek with need, oh so much need. He kissed lovely and nipped hearing Kise's whine, leading his lips to the corner of that pink mouth. Sucking slowly hard until Kise opened his dry tremorous lips to moan.

"A- Aomine," Kise closed his eyes subconsciously. "S-stop this, let- let me go." How embarrassing if someone of the school was seeing them. Aomine opened his mouth sucking at his neck until a new mark appeared burning pale skin.

"Can I kiss you?"

"….." Kise swallowed, he couldn't do this. He couldn't.

"I don't know what more to do, I like you."

Fuck.

"Aomine kun? Kise chan?"

Fuck fuck fuck.

It was the time when Kise wished to be anywhere else with anyone else but there. Because he knew that within minutes the whole school would know what this girl was watching. Such an invasion of his privacy. The girl let off a smirk. Her thumb on the button of her phone dancing to press send. The same girl who had laughed loudly when she discovered the hickey on Kise's neck.

Aomine released Kise's t-shirt leaving the blond to faintly lean on the tree. Walking slowly toward the girl, Kise witnessed with horror the moment Aomine swooped down to kiss the lips of the girl which stifled a moan of surprise and excitement when the kiss definitely take her aggressively.

Although Kise was horrified and feeling every second his heart hardening seeing Aomine's lips move lustfully against of the girl's ones, his eyes dropped sadly to the grass where his sneakers were. Bravely, Kise in indignation straightened his clothes determined not to feel bad or ridiculously displaced.

Not wanting to be there when it was over, Kise's eyes directed outside the school, wishing with all his heart to be away, and without thinking his feet obeyed. Not realizing his heart is agitated, jumping on his cheeks, reminding that he had escaped. That he was out safely... and that he had turned his back on Aomine and that his back had felt such tension that seemed like knives had been thrown into his ribs.

It looked like the start of something.

Without much sense walking through the streets, his mind far as his legs carried him from one side to another. Failing to pay close attention to his surroundings, but definitely knowing that his surroundings spoke of him.

Luck wasn't with him, wasn't it?

Absentmindedly, Kise rose a hand to his neck. What am I going to do?

DENIAL.

Kise shook his head in dispair.

What. Am. I. going. To. Do?

At the same time a scream ripped the streets penetrating the fortress of Kise's mind.

A bus full of passengers had lost the brakes, hitting three or four people, causing three cars collided rolling a couple of people. Among the confusion a mother had lost his daughter who became one of the victims. The cry was heartbreaking. Kise ran with people to see where they could help as sirens were heard in the distance.

Probably approach an accident within a few seconds has just happened is not the best option ... Who says the accident ended?

Kise did not think the ground was slippery, a child. There was just a kid in danger. Grabbing all the momentum as he could, he rushed tackles at the time the car brushed them to kill.

Panting heavily Kise looked down at the child shielded in his arms and that he felt shaking at times.

"Are you okay?" Kise felt his voice failing him. The side of his torso burned.

The kid nodded calmly, his big green eyes looking expressively at the boy who had saved him.

"It's fate." The kid whispered serious with eagerness. "It's you. Kise. It's you."

"I- I'm sorry…?"

"I said it's you, you are Kise." What?

But before Kise could ask again he whimpered in blind pain. His eyes darted to his side where blood was running free staining his t-shirt, the ground and the kid.

Blood.

Red blood.

His mind drowned.

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(1)I think I wasn't clear about this point before…forgive me if I confuse you! Kise and his mom lives in an humble apartment. Five floor to be precise while Aomine lives in a big beatiful rich house!