Robbers

Criminal AU. One chose the life of crime while the other was forced into it. When these two criminals meet at the same bank they were both going to rob, what will happen exactly?

Aomine Daiki grew up in a broken household. He was barely cared for by his parents; his father lost his job as a police officer and got into drinking because of it while his mother ignored him and his father, before splitting. It was no wonder that he turned out the way he is to this day – stealing food and anything that is worth some money, robbing small places like corner stores and grocery stores. He needed the money, at least. It was not like he did it for the sheer hell of it, so it did not make him entirely bad, right?

The dark skinned teenager knew that there were alternatives, like leaving his good-for-nothing father or getting a job of his own – but in a way, robbing small grocers and stealing was kind of fun. It gave him a rush and a feeling of accomplishment, if that made any sense at all. It put food on the table and paid the rent for the roof over his head, paid for the electric bills, the hot water, and the internet and land line…

And it may have been Aomine's own little way and getting back at his father; a man who believed in the law, but hardly upheld it even since his downward spiral in life.

However, stealing and robbing small stores hardly felt fulfilling anymore. He was used to it, and the teenager was pretty sure that they were used to seeing his clown mask, hidden underneath a large hood. In the end, he was tired of such small and easy jobs – Aomine wanted something more difficult, something that was a challenge.

So that was why Aomine decided he was going to rob a bank.

Kasamatsu Yukio grew up in a wonderful household. He had two caring parents who loved him and his brothers, caring for them. That is, until one winter day when the road was too icy and had caused the car to spin out of control and crash into another car. His father had died upon impact while his mother suffered major injuries, only lasting a few hours before she followed after his dad. His younger brother, 13 years old, had only gotten minor injuries, nothing too bad and their youngest brother, 4 years old, only appeared to have a few cuts and bruises. Kasamatsu himself had minor injuries as well, but it was nothing he could not handle.

With both parents dead, needing to feed and care for his brothers and a hospital bill as big as the Earth, Kasamatsu had to resort to petty theft and crimes such as stealing food and money. He hardly did it, only when they really needed to. He never would have had to if his parent's family offered to take his brothers in, or do something at least… It was something that Kasamatsu was not proud of, but something he had to do – in order for the good of his brothers, the only two who he now could call his family.

Lately, the food was running low and school was beginning to get hectic, exams and studying and practice and games all seemed to be too much for Kasamatsu and his brothers. But, he would not relent, and he would push himself. He just needed a little money, so he could send his brothers to school and pay for the food as well as the roof over their heads. To keep them warm, healthy, and safe; that is his job as their older brother, the only adult figure they had left.

So that was why Kasamatsu decided he was going to rob a bank.

Aomine's plan was perfect.

He chose the perfect bank; a small one that was pretty far from any police stations, as well as his house. The bank had no security guards during the day, but there was one to check on things during the night time when the bank was closed. He only stayed for half an hour, leaving before returning a few hours later to check up again. Aomine had studied this particular guard's schedule and adjusted his full-proof plans to it. There was nothing that could go wrong, he figured.

When he entered through the side door meant for employee's (he had snagged one of their key cards), he walked into the bank and laughed to himself quietly. He glanced up at the cameras planted around the bank, for such situations as these, but Aomine had already taken care of those. They were playing on a loop, showing previous footage from nearly a week ago. All he had to do was waltz on over to the vault where all the money was kept and key in the code, pack as much as he could fit and then split.

Aomine took the large duffel bag off his shoulder and tossed it next to the vault door. He grabbed the slip of paper and lifted the creepy clown mask he liked to wear on such occasions and eyed the code he was supposed to input. He stared at the numbers and wet his lips, positive that the combination of numbers he had scrawled on the paper were in fact the right ones. In order. He was sure of it – he had double checked three times. The weight of the job and the paranoia was beginning to set in, his heart pounding as he slowly realized that he could go to jail for quite a while if he was caught.

The dark blue haired teenager scoffed – If he was caught. But he had never been caught before and he took extra, careful, and more thought-out steps in order for this robbery. Pushing aside his worry, Aomine reached up and began to type in the code. The faint sound of a gun clicking from somewhere behind him, on his left made him freeze.

Shit.

Aomine slowly turned when he felt a tap against his shoulder, tense and heart racing in his chest, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. Obviously Aomine expected to see the security guard, doing his check up early instead of the usual time for some reason, but no – what met his eyes was a kitsune mask. He cocked his head and stared.

The one in the mask did the same, tilting his head ever so slightly as he lowered the gun slowly, as if debating whether he should or not. "Who are you?" Aomine asked, cursing himself for his shaky-sounding voice. The other masked guy reached forward and took Aomine's clown mask off his head and studied it, before a faint snort of laughter came from him. Aomine's cheeks went hot, suddenly feeling like an idiot for picking such a mask. It was funny, after all. And he knew many people hated clowns, so that just added to the whole experience.

The stranger in the kitsune mask removed his own mask and stared at Aomine with steely-blue eyes, shining from the moonlight pooling in from the windows. "Why would I tell you my name?"

"Why not?" Aomine shot back, snatching his clown mask from the guy. "Are you… Do you-"

"I'm not a security guard, if that's what you're asking." The guy replied, inspecting the kitsune mask in his hands. "I'm pretty sure that I'm here for the exact same thing that you're here for."

"Seriously? The money?" Aomine asked, shocked. What the actual fuck? How could someone else pick the exact same day as him to rob the exact same bank at the exact same time? Or… Did Aomine pick at the same time as- Aomine shook his head, his thoughts spiraling around his mind. "Uh…" He scratched the back of his head, suddenly not knowing what to do.

Kasamatsu took a few steps back and eyed the large vault, crossing his arms over his chest. "Aren't you going to open it up?"

"Right." Aomine nodded, looking at the numbers before he continued to punch them in. Just as he thought, the order of numbers he had scrawled down was right – and the vault opened. He took a few steps back as the door slowly opened itself, automatically. Aomine stared at all the money, finding himself smirking. "So… Are you going to take some?" He asked, remembering the strange guy behind him. He turned and noticed the stranger had his mask back up, holding Aomine's clown mask up to him.

"Yeah…" The guy with the kitsune mask replied, albeit hesitantly. Aomine took the offered mask and slipped it over his head, grabbing his duffel bag a moment later. "It's not like a want to, though." Kitsune-guy offered quietly, as if stating that would justify his actions.

Aomine stopped, feeling like he was in the sort of situation he was in. "Yeah." Aomine replied, nodding slowly. "I kind of need the money, too. I didn't really want to at first; it was the only thing I could think of at the time… But now I kind of like it. The rush and not being caught."

"One day you will get caught." The guy replied, snorting at Aomine. Aomine just shrugged. "What's your name?"

"Going to report me to the police?" Aomine snarled, suddenly wary of the stranger as he piled large chunks of money into his duffel. Kitsune scoffed, and Aomine could practically feel the eye roll from the guy.

"I'd be stupid if I did that." The guy replied, tossing a small backpack onto the ground next to Aomine's duffel. He took a little, apparently what he thought would last him a while until he could find something else, maybe do something better than resort to stealing. Aomine watched him zip his bag up before slinging it over his shoulder. "I'm Yukio."

"Given name?" Aomine questioned, arching his eyebrow. "Is that how we're doing this?" He asked, smirking.

"Maybe I don't need you knowing my family name." Yukio retorted, elbowing Aomine in the rib cage. Aomine grunted and rubbed his ribs, glaring down at the other male.

"I'm Daiki, then."

"I see."

A silence fell between the two before Yukio walked out of the vault, humming a faint song that Aomine recognized from a children's show. "You have a kid?" He asked, sounding surprised.

Yukio whipped back, Aomine imagining his steel-blue orbs were wide behind his mask. "I heard that song before, that's all." Aomine added, knowing it was the answer to the question Yukio wanted to ask.

"It's… Not my kid – my brothers." Yukio corrected as he spoke quietly, leaning against the wall as he tilted his head at Aomine. "I'm doing this for them."

"Isn't that heroic of you?" Aomine asked sarcastically.

"Not at all." Yukio replied firmly, a hint of amusement in the tone of his voice. "Then why are you here? Other than feeling a rush." He added in the last part, smirking underneath his kitsune mask.

"Myself, I guess." Aomine replied. "I need to eat, sleep… Live." He shrugged nonchalantly; zipping his duffel bag closed and swung it over his shoulder, grunting from the weight of it. "I could probably find a job, but this is much more fun than I thought it was."

"So you prefer to be a… criminal?"

"I guess so."

"Good luck with that." Yukio said, walking away from Aomine. Aomine stared at the kitsune guy's retreating form before marching forward and grabbing his wrist, stopping him.

"You aren't exactly any better, are you?" Aomine asked icily, his eyes narrowed.

"I'm only doing this because I have to. Bills and food cost a ton, you should know." Yukio retorted, pulling his wrist free from Aomine's grip. "Once things are caught up and I've paid the hospital bills off, then I can finally concentrate on finding a proper job so I could take proper care of my siblings."

"Hospital?"

"…"

"Did your-"

"Maybe they did. What of it?"

The tone of Yukio's voice made Aomine feel bad suddenly. He awkwardly looked away and shrugged, shifting the weight of the duffel bag so it did not cut off the circulation in his arm. "My mom split and my dad only spends what's left of his money on booze." He stated weakly, wondering why he was telling this guy anything.

Yukio tilted his head up at him, and Aomine wished he could read the male's expression but that dang mask was in the way. He was quiet, too, so it was not like Aomine could hear any emotion in his voice, either. Another minute passed before Yukio lifted his mask, staring up at Aomine with an unreadable expression. "I'm sorry." He whispered, breaking eye contact with Aomine a moment later.

The shorter male pulled the mask back down and turned around, "The security guard should be coming soon. You should go." He stated. Aomine blinked and nodded slowly, turning to close the vault door. When he turned back to face Yukio, the kitsune-mask wearing guy was gone.

"Tch… Foxes." Aomine spat out, despite the growing smirk on his face. He sure hoped that he would run into this Yukio again, sometime soon.

If only I knew more about robbing banks, then I could probably give you a better story. xD Sadly, I do not. So don't arrest me D;

ALSO. Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far! It makes me really happy! :D I'm glad there are people who enjoy AoKasa~ (and to Guest8: Heh. Of course I shall do something about Kasa's knee-socks. I'd be an abomination not to write something about it xDD)

~WinterAssassin~