Composer

Idol AU. After going his separate way, Aomine cannot seem to find and keep a composer because they all hate him. However, when his manager thinks she has found 'the one', Aomine cannot help but agree, mostly because of how his new composer is so unlike the rest.

"Dai-chan, I swear this guy is the one!"

"You make this sound like some romantic love comedy."

"Eh? But I don't think anyone loves you."

"Thanks."

"Not like that." Momoi giggled as she glomped Aomine. He pushed her away with a scowl and folded his arms over his chest. "I just mean in a romantic way."

"There are thousands of girls who love me."

"Yes. But that is because you're famous. If they truly got to know you, I doubt they would stick around."

"You know me."

"True," Momoi nodded, plopping herself down next to Aomine as she flipped a paper over, reading the contents. "But we've been friends forever and I'm used to you, Mr. Ore-sama."

"Hmph." Aomine huffed, making a point to look away from Momoi and ignore her. She only hummed to herself, ignoring him at the same time. It made Aomine twitch in anger, because he was supposed to be getting the last laugh out of this whole stupid ordeal of finding him yet another composer. "So…" Aomine started slowly, finding that he could not help his curiosity. "What wondrous composer did you find me this time?"

Momoi looked at him through her long, pink lashed and smiled sweetly. It made Aomine roll his eyes as she nibbled on the eraser of her mechanical pencil. "His name is Kasamatsu Yukio. He's actually currently on break from composing, but I'm positive I can convince him-"

"-With your infamous seduction techniques?"

"Oh, I won't need to seduce him." Momoi whispered, a strange glint shining in her cherry blossom pink eyes. Aomine repressed a shiver, moving an inch away from his childhood friend, wondering just what the heck she had planned for this Kasamatsu guy, if she was not planning on using her seduction techniques.

A week later, Aomine was surprised to see Momoi on the porch of his front door, standing a few feet in front of a guy who was shorter than Aomine, but still taller than Momoi. He had a bag clutched against his chest and he was watching Momoi intently, eyeing her as if she would turn around, jump and attack him. He was tense, but the moment he looked up at Aomine, he frowned.

Aomine arched his eyebrow, crossing his arms over his chest, "Who's this?" He asked flatly, glaring down at the guy. The guy's frown turned into a faint scowl as he returned the glare.

"This is the one I was telling you about, Dai- Ah, Aomine-kun!" Momoi corrected herself, smiling brightly at the dark haired guy behind her. "His name is Kasamatsu Yukio! He's a brilliant composer and he's only two years older than you!"

"Hmn…" Aomine narrowed his eyes, studying the composer. "What kind of music does he – do you – write?" The blue haired teen asked, still staring Kasamatsu down.

Kasamatsu gave him a blank look before rolling his eyes. He opened his bag, edged past Momoi, appearing wary of her still, and handed Aomine a folder. "Any kind." He added as he pushed past Aomine and walked into his house.

"Hey, jeez. Make yourself at home." Aomine growled out sarcastically, tearing his eyes away from the manila folder just to watch Kasamatsu barge into his house. The raven haired teen paid him no mind, looking around the spacious area as he put his bag down on the floor, against the wall so it would not be in the way of people walking.

"I was planning on it." Kasamatsu bit back, smirking at Aomine briefly before he turned and sat on the couch in the main living room.

Momoi just giggled while Aomine held back a rude comment. The pink haired manager spun around and poked Aomine's cheek, "I'm going to go now. I hope you have fun and get to learn new things about each other!" She called out in a sing-song voice, skipping back out the door. "See you later, Aomine-kun!" She waved, pausing momentarily to wink at Kasamatsu before closing the door behind her.

Aomine turned away from the door, shaking his head at his childhood friend's antics. "She's-" He stopped, noticing the small flush Kasamatsu had on his cheeks. His shoulders dropped, Aomine feeling annoyance coming on. "Oh, great." He drawled, tossing the folder back at Kasamatsu. "She did use her seduction on you, didn't she? And now you only agreed to be my composer because you want to see her again because your so in love with her." Aomine would admit his words were a little more harsh than usual, and no, it was not because he was slightly interested in his new composer. Not at all.

But this has happened before; people only agreeing to write music for him in order to get closer to Momoi. But once they learn who Aomine really is, how he acts and talks, they pretty much leave right after.

Kasamatsu looked up at him, moving his gaze away from the door where Momoi made her exit from. He gave Aomine an odd look and shook his head. "You're wrong."

"That's what they all say."

"I didn't come for her. I…" Kasamatsu trailed off, nibbling his bottom look as a troubled expression crossed his face. Aomine stared at him, curious but not wanting to give in and show weakness. Kasamatsu looked away, his pale cheeks becoming colored all over again, "I- I'm bad with girls, anyway… It's hard to talk to them and I pretty much act like a total idiot around them."

"…" Aomine stared down at Kasamatsu, his lips parted in surprise and with not knowing what to say. Eventually, as the silence stretched on, Aomine snorted and started to laugh. It succeeded in making Kasamatsu's flush turn darker with embarrassment and most likely anger, making Aomine laugh harder.

"Sh- Shut up!" Kasamatsu growled out, tossing the nearest object, which happened to be his folder, already in his hands, at Aomine's face. The folder flipped open from being violently tossed into the air and mountains of sheet music with messy scrawls of notes and lyrics flew every-which-way. The older teen huffed and kicked Aomine's shin from his position, finally managing to hit him.

Aomine yelped and rubbed his shin, glaring at Kasamatsu, feeling slightly stunned. "What the heck was that for?"

"You know what." Kasamatsu whispered, making Aomine shudder from the hints of anger held in his voice. "Hmph, maybe I won't compose for you." He added, pouting slightly.

Aomine blinked and held his hands up, "Hey. Don't get too carried away there, jeez." He waved his hands, suddenly feeling as if he let Kasamatsu go; it would be one of the greatest mistakes of his life. "I- I'm… so-… sor…"

Kasamatsu snorted and looked up at him, "Sorry?" He hinted, unable to stop himself from looking amused.

"Yeah. That."

"Wow. Now I know why Momoi-san said no one liked you."

"She said that?"

"Her words, not mine. Although I may have to second them."

"Thanks."

Kasamatsu smiled, "You're welcome."

Aomine shook his head, sneering to himself as he looked away from the raven haired composer still seated on his couch. He bit his lip, ignoring the stinging pain as he fought the urge to smile. His arms still crossed, Aomine walked towards the window and stared at his reflection, his eyes slowly roaming to Kasamatsu's reflection, thinking, 'Maybe this guy won't be so bad, after all…'

I want an epic composer that is Kasacchi ; u;b Oh, and by the way: Aomine went his separate way from the famous boy band "Miracles" lol. Who didn't see that coming? *le sarcasm*

~WinterAssassin~