Title: Art Appeal

Story: Set in an AU where there's no GoM and Kagami and Aomine go to university in America. Both of them get stuck taking an art course where they meet someone interesting and learn about more than just art.

Disclaimer: *I DO NOT OWN KUROKO NO BASKET OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS* Although I wish I did :'(

Um, hi again...Sorry it's been so long everyone. A lot has happened since I last updated and I feel terrible for putting this fic on the back burner. Thankfully the new season of KnB has helped to motivate me a bit, so maybe I'll have this fic done by its 2 year birthday (lets hope)! Anyways, I apologize for the wait and I hope you all can forgive me with this chapter. Thank you for all the follows and favs! Enjoy :)

Chapter 13: Perfect Copy

Kise had been to numerous events throughout his young life, most of them had to do with modeling, but for some reason there was something about tonight's event that had him feeling…nervous? Excited? Anxious? He wasn't exactly sure. It was hard to think about things like emotions when you had just gone through every single article of clothing in your entire closet and still felt as if you had nothing to wear.

With his lack of impromptu outfit ideas, he sometimes wondered how he could call himself a model.

Mentally berating himself for not purchasing that burgundy cardigan he had tried at the boutique the other day, there was a knock on his bedroom door.

"Come in." He mumbled, still lost in his wardrobe dilemma.

"Not dressed Ryouta? That doesn't seem very like you."

"Ah well I'm just having a hard time deciding is all."

Akashi walked over to the assortment of clothes spread out on the model's bed and scanned them with a quizzical eye.

"You always looked good in blue so why not wear these." The red head made a small pile at the foot of the bed and gestured for the blonde to pick it up.

"Do hurry and get ready. Daiki should be here any minute and I am not in the mood for entertaining."

Although a little apprehensive, Kise picked up the pile of clothes and made his way to the bathroom. It wasn't that he didn't trust Akashi's fashion sense, he was just surprised that he was taking the news of his and Aomine's 'date' rather well. He had mentioned it the night before when Akashi was going over some final plans for the event, assuming Kise was going to ride with him.

At first Akashi had been silent as if needing the time to process that Kise might have made other plans without him, but soon accepted the circumstances. Although he made it be known that he did not approve of any fooling around and expected him to be at the show exactly on time. Kise eagerly agreed, just glad that he would actually get to keep his plans with Aomine. He still had not apologized for the comment he had made the other day, but he was hoping they would be able to resolve those things tonight.

The thought of the tanned male made Kise hurry, and he rushed to get dressed. A few minutes later he stepped out in a pair of smooth black skinny jeans, a plain white v-neck and a crisp navy blue blazer.

Not bad.

He spritzed himself with some of his fancy cologne (that he really only used for special occasions) and put on his favorite pair of black boots.

Akashi nodded his head in approval, applauding himself for having selected such a nice choice, when the doorbell rang.

Kise and Akashi both exited the bedroom and made their way to the bottom of the stairs just as Midorima was making use of himself and opening the door.

There in the doorway stood an uncomfortable looking Aomine, wearing khakis and a black polo with red and black Jordan's.

The fact that Aomine had made an actual attempt at dressing decent was enduring, yet slightly humorous and Kise couldn't help but smile.

Before Midorima or Akashi could say a word, Kise met Aomine at the door and made ready to leave.

"Bye Akashicchi, I'll see you at the show."

"I expect to see you both there on time."

"Sure thing! Come on lets go" And with a quick wave Kise dragged Aomine by the arm and lead them in the direction of the school.

After watching them disappear around the corner, Akashi closed the door.

"Come Shintarou, we must get ready,"

~ ~XxXxX~ ~

The walk was quiet, with neither of them knowing what to say.

Aomine had been racking his brain all day on how to apologize, but nothing seemed right. He didn't apologize often, the only person ever being Satsuki and that was only cause he would have to put up with her constant whining, plus she had a mean right hook. Although he had apologized to Kise that one time over text message when he had said he was annoying, they had just been playing around. This time it was different and he had no idea what he was supposed to say to make things right.

He was hoping his plan would work and Kise would be able to hear his apology through his actions.

He hesitantly glanced down to the blonde who was still clinging to his arm.

But what if he thinks it's lame. What do I do then?

They were soon approaching the basketball court a few blocks from the school. The same court where they had their study session and Aomine figured it was now or never.

He stopped in his tracks, causing the blonde to stop as well.

"Hey there's actually something I wanna show you before we head over to the art show."

Kise tensed beside him, but nodded his head in agreement.

At his reaction Aomine hesitated before taking the lead in the direction of the deserted courts.

Kise followed behind him, just now noticing the gym bag slung over the tanned males shoulder.

How did I not see that before? He wondered, and assumed it had to have been due to his nerves.

Once they reached the court, Kise watched as Aomine swiftly grabbed a basketball out of the bag and began to idly dribble it. After a few moments of nothing but the sound of rubber hitting concrete, he began to speak.

"For the past few weeks I couldn't get the picture of you playing basketball out of my head. Your moves are so graceful but fast, like nothing I've ever seen before. I'm not gonna lie, I had my doubts about you, what with you being a model and all, but you showed me your true talent and I was blown away."

He paused.

"So um, I came up with a special move that reminds me of you…I hope you like it."

Kise watched as the blue haired ace dribbled the ball in place and then made a run towards the net. He was fast, nothing but a blue blur, and his moves were smooth, almost as if he were gliding across the court. Kise could not take his eyes off him. Once near the net, he jumped with the ball in hand, but instead of dunking it, he tossed it under and over his legs, grabbing it and repeating the motion quickly before slamming through.

It looked as if he had repeated the motion twice, like some sort of perfect copy. Kise was speechless.

Aomine stood and breathed heavy, keeping his eyes on the court, waiting to hear the model's response. After a long stretch of silence he turned and saw the blonde's eyes fixed on him, his breathing also a little labored.

Without thinking, Aomine walked over, keeping a slight distance between them.

His dark blue eyes met sleek gold, and he slowly raised his hand to brush through the model's hair. He felt his heart rate increase and he was sure he felt Kise's heart beat as well. He then took a deep breath and lightly placed his lips upon the model's. The notion was instantly reciprocated and he was elated to find Kise moving his lips back against his own. Aomine loved how soft Kise's lips were and how sweet they tasted, and he felt dizzy just from the warm flush that was taking over his entire body.

He decided to separate them with a firm peck to the blonde's bottom lip, marveling at the light blush adorning his cheeks.

He knew his apology has been accepted.

"Say, has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are."

Kise snorted and rolled his eyes. "Oh I don't know, only about a million times."

"Wow, what on earth were all those idiots thinking…"

"Ahh, Aominecchi's so mean!"

Aomine laughed and grabbed the playful fist being thrown his way, gently placing a kiss upon its soft surface.

"…Cause you're obviously drop dead gorgeous."

Kise's blush returned tenfold and he quickly buried his flushed face into the taller man's chest.

"You are such an idiot." The smile he received in return was the most dazzling smile Aomine had ever seen.

"Come on, we're gonna be late to the show. And then you'll have to deal with Akashicchi."

"Yeah, yeah. I'm not scared of some red haired midget."

"Hey be nice! Besides, we have people waiting for us, so let's go."

The soft hand that fell into his own came as a surprise to Aomine, but he didn't look down. He just held it tightly, marveling in its warmth, and leading it slowly away from the now forgotten basketball court.

A/N: And so the AoKise love begins! I just love these two together so much ~

Thank you all for reading and please tell me what you think :)