Hello, this is chapter 2 now! To be honest, I didn't expect to take so long with chapter 2. Guess that's what happens when there isn't a fixed updating schedule. I swear to god, I've never used so many vulgarities, and about 95% of it is because of Aomine, and well, this chapter. Basically.

This chapter being pointless and all about shit, or so Mania said. Anyway, hope that you guys enjoy!

And to the Guest and Tinta Biru who commented on the last chapter, thank you for leaving a review! Glad you guys enjoyed it!

Chapter 2: whereby Aomine screams shit and Kise only cares about his eyebrows

The alarm gave a shrill rang.

Its owner registered the ear-piercing sound, rolled over, covered his ears with his pillow, and—after realising that it wasn't enough—slammed the device shut.

Aomine groaned, rising from his bed slowly, steadily.

"Ah, fuck. It's all because of that stupid blond that I have to wake up so fucking early, and go to that stupid convenience store again to get my Mai-chan," The teenager cursed, yawning and scratching a random spot under his t-shirt.

But the thought of his beloved model brought him back to his senses, willing his feet to the bathroom—and before Aomine knew it, he was out of his room and descending the stairs, two by two.

As the navy-haired teenager passed the kitchen, his eyes caught a glimpse of a blue bento box on the dining table.

He approached it, noticing a note attached to the top of the container. It read: Dai-chan! I'm giving some of Yui-chan's sushi. She made too many so you can have some! Thank me later~ *heart*

Aomine snorted, popped open the bento box, and sent a slice of maki into his mouth. Feeling that it tasted quite alright, he ate two more-before grabbing his wallet, keys, mobile, and making his way to the convenience store.

A cool breeze swept through the streets, and the dim sky indicated how early Aomine was.

Just to see his Mai-chan.

However, as the lanky teenager waited at the cross-roads for the green-light, a strange sensation stirred in his gut.

There was a slight tingling—before it turned into a more severe gurgling, then, finally, a vigorous churning.

Aomine was having a stomach ache.

Shit. What luck, a stomach ache just when I'm gonna see Mai-chan. What the hell could have—

And then, as he crossed the road, it hit him.

That...that fucking sushi! There's definitely something wrong with it. Damn, Satsuki that liar. She must have made those herself...making me her shitty guinea pig all the time…

As the teenager clutched his stomach, he had much difficulty making his way to the convenience store, even though it was just a street away.

He walked (awkwardly) to the entrance of the twenty-four-hour store, waited for the automatic glass doors to open, and stepped in.

"Oi, Takao, do you sell body sponges?" a green-haired teenager asked an unfamiliar raven at the counter.

"Eh? Sorry, sorry, we don't have any here, Shin-chan," the guy at the counter replied with a vigour that was way too bright for the tanned teenager's stomach.

What the heck? Isn't it the stupid Barbie's shift now? Who is he supposed to bash if his magazine isn't here?

"Ah, but Shin-chan, if you want a body sponge, you know you can have me takeaway. Isn't it a brilliant alternative? I know I can do a good— no, or even a better job."

Aomine froze, his widened eyes taking in the bespectacled customer, who spluttered and choked. The raven grinned, "What do you think, Shin-chan?"

This.

"D-D-Don't be ridiculous, Takao! A-And I told you not to call me by that nickname. Don't act so familiar with me!"

"Aww, but I cost cheaper than a body sponge you know? I'm totally free, Shin-chan!"

This.

Aomine's stomach dropped at the blatant flirting. Despite the stomachache he was having, he was pretty sure—no absolutely sure that the raven was a guy and 'Shin-chan' too was 100% a male.

The tanned teenager thought he saw saw pink and hearts surrounding the cashier as he propped his head on his hands as he leaned towards the customer.

What the actual fuck—

"Where's the toilet?" Aomine managed.

"You know, Shin-chan, you have very long eyelashes—"

"I'm asking you a question—"

"And your hair is so smooth and pretty you know—"

"CAN YOU STOP THE FUCKING FLIRTING? WHERE IS THE FUCKING TOILET? I SWEAR I'LL TAKE A SHIT RIGHT HERE IF YOU DON'T—"

"I can touch it all night~"

"I SWEAR, A BABY WILL COME RIGHT OUT OF MY FUCKING—"

That, got the cashier's attention.

"Baby?" The raven looked as if he actually considered the possibility, "But you're a...guy," He ended with a raised eyebrow.

The green-haired customer brought his head to his hands, as if in disbelief. Aomine, indeed, felt like his bladder (if shit does come out from the bladder, but who the fuck cares anyway) was going to burst—and for a moment, he was afraid that a baby would come right of it.

"Need me to call an ambulance?" The raven asked cluelessly, and Aomine felt like he would go into the Zone just to punch this guy.

"I TOLD YOU I NEED THE FUCKING TOILET!" Aomine was close to roaring.

The cashier jerked his thumb towards a dingy looking door. "It's there if you really want to conceive in a convenience store, I don't think it's a good spot to pick though—"

Without hesitation, Aomine darted through the door, turned a couple of corridors in an awkward manner, and finally, finally, saw the standard sign used to indicate a male restroom.

"FUCKING YES!" Aomine slammed the door open with so much relief that he nearly relaxed enough for his shit to—

A male barbie stood before the sink with a marker positioned before an eye, his golden eyes staring blankly at the intruder. What, so he does have his shift now.

Blue eyes zoomed in on the black marker in the blond's hand and for a moment, he thought Kise was going to draw on his own face (which actually doesn't make any sense. Not like he's playing a prank on himself or anything. That's just stupid.) before he fully comprehend with shock what that marker actually was.

"Are you using an eyeliner?"

Kise shrunk back at the almost insulting tone. "S-So what if I am?"

"Are you a girl? Why the hell do you use that shit?"

"Guys use beauty products too!"

"Beauty prod—"

That was when he saw it.

He saw it.

The entire sink was filled. With bottles of face wash, foundation, hand cream and all the other things that he only knew because of Satsuki and her girly self.

"Y-You! What the fuck are those?"

"Huh?" The blond put down the eyeliner and picked up a mascara. Leaning closer to the mirror, he applied it expertly, no longer caring about the tanned male. "You can tell right? Just stuff to protect my face. And well, to maintain my beauty too."

Wait, did this guy just say maintain his beauty? Granted, he was a barbie but he was a guy. And for a guy, he was way too girly. He couldn't resist saying teasingly, "You sure you're a guy?"

Kise shot an offending look at him. "That's rude. I'm a guy. You can tell by seeing."

Aomine stared at the blond's long eyelashes which was made longer by the second. "Wait, could it be...that you're putting on fake eyelashes too?" Aomine dealt the final blow with a smirk on his face.

Kise nearly dropped the mascara. "What— How did you come to that conclusion? And why would I put on fake eyelashes?"

"Are you sure it's real?" Aomine confirmed with a mocking tone, "Well, that's some really long eyelashes."

"It's real!" Kise insisted, "And is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Of course not," Aomine lied through his teeth. The last thing he would want to admit was that he found Kise's eyelashes attractive. "It's an insult, you idiot."

"That's mean! And don't call me an idiot! You're the idiot for not seeing the beauty of my eyelashes."

For some reason, Aomine felt a sudden urge to punch this guy. And he really didn't want to be called an idiot when he did indeed appreciate his eyelashes. "... You're really annoying, you know that?"

"And you're rude! I can't believe you're Kurokocchi's friend." Huffing, he pouted as he put down the mascara before leaning forward to see his handiwork.

"Oi, what does Tetsu have to do with anything?"

"Everything, of course! Kurokocchi is an angel; he wouldn't make fun of my eyelashes! Unlike you."

"I bet he does, behind your back. That kind of eyelashes is stupid."

"Don't insult my eyelashes!" Kise defended. Pausing, he added, "! Aren't you here to do something?"

And that was when Aomine remembered—

"OH SHIT!" And he literally did.

Aomine felt as if he went through hell and came back alive.

And for that—he was proud of himself.

Now, for his reward.

By the time he was out of that dingy door, the blonde barbie stood in the place of the raven cashier before—with the brightest smile on his face, and of course, the ridiculously long eyelashes that were further enhanced by...markers (or so Aomine had thought).

However, that was not the center of Aomine Daiki's attention. His gaze fixed on the sole magazine he had come for, his feet began to gravitate towards the magazine rack.

Finally, finally, after the torturous queue at the cashier and the judgmental gazes from the cashier himself—the navy-haired teenager had his prized possession in his hands.

"What's so interesting about a book of boobs…" The blonde teenager muttered under his breath. However, Aomine wasn't about to let anyone who insulted his dear Mai-chan's photo book get away with it.

His eyes whipped around to glare at Kise—

"Anyway, I figured you'd be interested in this," Just as Aomine was about spill vulgarities, Kise pointed to a poster of an ongoing promotion.

Win a pair of tickets to Hawaii! Crystal clear seas, swaying coconut trees, dancing beauties and amazing sights await you! Simply pay a fee of 450 yen and try your luck with a hand-picked scratch card. No details or time wasted!

Try your luck today!

Aomine raised an eyebrow, "And why would I be interested in this?"

"Well I thought you'd like to watch girls in grass skirts and coconut bras," The blonde turned away, pouting.

"Thanks, but...no thanks," The teenager grunted, exiting the convenience store with a lazy wave of his hand.

.

Little did Aomine know—that soon, he would be interested in a trip to Hawaii.

A trip to Hawaii, with a certain blonde-haired cashier.

We took a break in writing this fic at the end of Takao and Midorima's scene, and when we came back to this chapter, the both of us have forgotten how embarrassing we made Takao be. I was literally giggling like mad when I wrote it. Gah.

Anyway, how did you find the chapter? Please feel free to drop a review!