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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, F/M
  Fandom:
      Kuroko_no_Basuke_|_Kuroko's_Basketball
  Relationship:
      Aomine_Daiki/Kagami_Taiga, Kiyoshi_Teppei/Murasakibara_Atsushi, Midorima
      Shintarou/Takao_Kazunari, Kasamatsu_Yukio/Kise_Ryouta, Haizaki_Shougo/
      Nijimura_Shuuzou, Himuro_Tatsuya_/_OC, Akashi_Seijuurou/Furihata_Kouki
  Character:
      Aomine_Daiki, Kagami_Taiga, OC_-_Character, Kuroko_Tetsuya, Himuro
      Tatsuya, Kiyoshi_Teppei
  Additional Tags:
      Inpsirations_from_LUB_DUB_and_PHANTOM_WALTZ, Handicapped_AU, Adult
      Content, Explicit_Language, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Alpha/Beta/Omega
      Dynamics, Violence, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Original_Character_Death(s),
      Romance, Drama, Family_Drama, Anal_Sex, Foreplay, Masturbation, Sexual
      Tension, Drunk_Sex, Male_Homosexuality, Trans_Male_Character, Blow_Jobs,
      Fellatio
  Series:
      Part 2 of Nightingale_Series
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-03 Updated: 2017-02-23 Chapters: 5/? Words: 20151
****** 20% angel 80% devil - Nameless Love Song Of Bones ******
by gungidino
Summary
     Don't say I love you if you really don't mean it ... Because the
     painful heartache you cast on me is unbearably torturing
Notes
     DIsclaimer: I do not own the characters and Kuroko No Basuke
***** Prologue *****
He knew that man was a no-no
 
With his condition like this, it's also a no-no for their future
 
Yet he couldn't help but being drawn into that pulling force
 
But, to be honest
 
THAT BASTARD HAS GOT SOME NERVE
***** Stage 1: 10% devil - eyes' delusional love (part 1) *****
Chapter Notes
     THOUSANDS THANK YOU TO MY BETA: MAZZIE_NITA ~~~~<3
     I do not own anything except the story plot and some OCs
     This is just for satisfying my adoration of AoKaga
     Enjoy reading ~
 
 
Is it considered to be a fateful love at first glance if you vigorously – in
silence – restart my heart with mega-volt thunders in moments ?
 
Screw the fucking shit out of them and everything , Aomine thought with venom.
Living through his fucking twenty-fourth year and still being bossed around, he
was absolutely sure he didn’t sign up for this.  Fuck it !
Living in a tradesfolk family was bad enough. Starting at the age of three his
brain worked twenty-four-seven to deal with pranks and mischievous
negotiations. Even talking was dangerous because he never knew how many
meanings a word could be interpreted into and in various ways that could choke
him to death. It could lead to ridiculous outcomes. The last thing he needed
was to deal with the irritating people at his workplace, let alone the person
he had to deal with every bloody single day, the right-hand man of his twin
brothers, who were also not any less evil than those bastards but more of a
cunning fox.
Japan’s area was 377,944 kilometers square and the total population was
126,919,659 people. Owning a third of the land and impacting half of nation’s
economy was the Akashi Clan, and the Aomine Clan had been considered brothers
in arms with them. Casino, hotels, and lounges of Japan mostly belonged to the
Akashis, and finding it was too accessible for their competitors to intrude
into their system when splitting the accounting division for each small
business. The Head of the Akashi Clan decided to leave everything involving
finance, accounting, auditing and tax issues for the Aomine Clan, the Akashi’s
bookkeeper, and that resulted in a private auditing company that had been
established exclusively for enterprises like the Akashi’s, BLAU LUNA.
Aomine Daiki was the third son of BLAU LUNA’s President–Head of the Aomine
Clan, the third young master who fully inherited his father’s gift in
entrepreneurial ability and he was a master mind of calculating in the position
of a financial controller. He knew  all the pros and cons in the trading
industry in every way possible or even impossible, making him the perfect
candidate for the next heir of BLAU LUNA.  People in the business world called
him the Formless Panther despite his not so bright high school period. His
inheriting of BLAU LUNA, however, had not been absolutely decided since the
elder twins outshone the third son and last born daughter in the ‘mind tactics’
field. But then it hit him; the Zone: a miracle that happened once in every
million years in the Alpha class. It turned the tables around and albeit a
little reluctantly, Aomine Daiki was forced to enter the world he probably
worked his ass off to avoid (for no other reason than because he thought it was
too troublesome). The fact that he didn’t find himself getting headaches after
dealing with critically complicated, fancy situations made it even worse for
him to handle.
He was not exactly sophisticated or flexible in attitude, behavior and his way
of living.  Growing up with a ‘one of a kind’ childhood among the wise and
clever, and dealing with artifice in a harsh cruel world had left him no choice
but to steel himself, acting or wearing masks. Speaking with reasons were never
his second nature, as he was more on the instinct side. Still, fake or not
fake, Aomine knew that when it came to  ‘threatening’ that he was the best;
manipulating people was what he had been doing in his early puberty, his
rebellious stage. He had grown up thinking to never show his true feeling and
facial expression as he stood in front of the snakes and scorpions or spiders,
or other poisonous creatures in general.
And being manipulated was not what Aomine had in mind at all.
To fucking hell with it, he had been ridiculously deceived and fell for an
unbelievably lame trap set up by his cousins Chihiro and Chiharu. Plus to throw
a bucket of cold water at his face, his high school senpai – the King of Con,
had to be the executioner on behalf of those twins. Seriously, how the fuck did
those bastards recruit that sly old man? Imayoshi Shouichi would not lift a
finger to interfere if the matter could not rile up his interest. But then
again Aomine guessed it was common in their sadistic hobby of making his life
miserable.
Aomine violently pushed the door open to step inside the lounge as it resulted
in a bell ringing sound, informing the owner that a customer had just come
inside. ‘Tenshi Oashisu’ was a special kind of lounge that had never existed
before, served extra tea and coffee in an obvious drinking menu of alcoholic
liquids, yet the exotic decorations and animal fur furniture took after a host
club. There were two pool tables for relaxation and an antique jukebox that was
miraculously still working. It was a small place with combined ingredients to
be true. However, the quality of the liquid made up for it. Office workers from
BLAU LUNA preferred to come here instead of the company canteen. His mood was
usually lightened up due to the calm and relaxed atmosphere the hidden haven
emitted, but unfortunately, Aomine didn’t feel the same today, and probably his
purpose to come here was different. Angrily thumping his dress shoes on the
wooden floor as he headed to the countertop, Aomine used his bunch of keys to
knock on the soapstone surface with a frustration that he didn’t care if it
bothered the others.
“Brandy, hard”, Aomine grumpily said. The headache throbbed dull in his head,
he needed an Aspirin and a body...no, two bodies to kill.
 
“Woah~ chill out~” Aomine earned himself a delightful voice greeting him in a
joking tone that was surprising due to his usual rude attitude. “Everyone’s got
their bad days too, you know?”
He looked up and was frozen for a millisecond before his typical frown returned
with full force to cover for the freaking out he was having.  Holy mother of–
“You have a rather rough way of ordering a drink”, that person spoke again.
“The countertop is not that cheap so please don’t abuse it with your keys,
‘kay?” they said as they broke into the sweetest smile and Aomine could bet on
his life that it was the first time ever his heart made a hard flip and flat
lined.  Surely I’m a goner.
The creature in front of Aomine made him giddy as his heart clenched with a
rush of blood headed straight south to his bottom part. Shit, he did  not  just
get half hard. The color was amazing, brilliantly piercing and enough to blind
his eyes; that dazzling crimson. His smile, which could illuminate the whole
room, was as bright and sunny as his voice when he replied to Aomine seconds
ago. And God blessed Aomine with the ability to stand steady on his legs with a
straight face, even as he fought against the urge to grin at the sight of those
irises that were beautiful and large. Aomine was sure they could pull anyone to
the infinite depth of a fiery abyss, that so radiantly combined between the
mahogany and burgundy realm that it reminded Aomine of the wild Star Clusters
that his mother planted out in the garden (Aomine scoffed at the sappy thought;
he never was this sentimentally lame). Also, long lashes didn’t make it any
better to hold back Aomine’s mind to hallucinate some not so pure scenes. And
his forked eye-brows were ridiculous, yet in its own an attractive trait.
“I’m not an official employee here, but I can manage a simple order for you,”
his playfulness struck Aomine again with an undeniably strong impact and his
rosy cheeks did not make it any easier for Aomine. He wanted to bite and taste
them and– no, not going there. Clearly the male, whose body was sturdily built
as equal as Aomine’s even if the height was a bit shorter, speaking to him
right now was not affected nor was he cornered to the stuttering point by his
intimidating aura. It piqued Aomine’s interest, he admitted, but only  just a
little bit.
The redhead leaned forward and rested his arms on the countertop and his next
move left Aomine dumbstruck. The red haired male just reached out his hand and
lightly flicked Aomine’s forehead with a small sticky note pack.
“It’s not worth it to make a twisted expression with such a face you possess,”
he said. “I didn’t get your order, my sincere apology. Can you repeat it, Mr.
Frowny?” the man asked before his lush lips made another tender curve. Aomine
nearly forgot why he was so angry and the desperation to slaughter was
completely put behind.
Aomine allowed himself to let his shoulder escape from the strung-out state and
uttered out the words, “What face ?”
“Huh?”
Aomine kept the flustering in his chest down as much as he could due to such
megawatts of adorableness that the male in front of him emitted with those
adorable round eyes and an innocence in his voice that Aomine heard.
“What kind of face do I possess?” Aomine didn’t know why he was patiently
acting gentle towards the red haired male. He couldn’t help but be curious
about the reaction he could get depending on how far he could push.
Melodious snickering flew to the air once again and Aomine found himself being
drowned in it.
“I honestly think you already know the kind of face you possess, my friend”,
the redhead mused.
“No, I don’t,” Aomine debated. “Serious.” He still tried to keep a grimacing
face, though his frown was less intense than at first. Aomine wanted to buy
more time just to keep hearing the angel’s voice
The redhead fought off the urge to laugh and shook his head, “Well, if you
really want to know that bad, can I tell you after I get your order, Mr.
Grouchy?”
“The strongest Brandy”, Aomine replied, accidentally being more blunt than he
intended to. “And I’m not Grouchy or Frowny. I have a name, Aomine Daiki.” He
softened his tone a bit but still tried to frown.
“Okay then, Aomine–san,” Aomine suddenly decided that he loved that voice
saying his name. “Even if this will upset you, I still must inform you that we
only serve heavy liquors at night time, unfortunately.”
Aomine’s frowned deepened again, “But you guys  are  serving some. Hell, it’s
cocktail you guys serve. Some of your customers are currently enjoying their
drinks right there.”
“They’re light fruit juice of 3%–alcoholic shots,” the redhead deadpanned.
“People tend to make mistakes a  lot when they come to us during this period of
hour at noon.”
Aomine sighed heavily at this and raked his fingers through his hair when he
realized he wouldn’t get any temporary sedatives to decrease the sick madness
eating him alive inside.
“For fuck’s sake, goddamnit…” Aomine grumbled, irritated.
The sweet curve of a smile from the red haired male deepened apologetically.
"It’s not really a common sense to down strong alcohol at this time of day. And
trust me, I have a whole bunch of similar days, only worse. At least your mind
is sound and clear enough to not delete your name and your drink order from
your brain’s storage."

 Aomine huffed with laughter. "You actually freaking forget your name?” The
tanned male swore he saw those dazzling Star Clusters flash a bright light.
"Ahaha…What works for me is to back up and stall to think. Judging from your
‘Brandy. Hard’ habit I assume you’re a regular here, huh? Only with the name
and alcoholic level of your drink. I’d say it’s not wise at all to knock
yourself out with heavy booze, and you don’t give the vibe of someone who
easily accepts the uncontrollable state of something taking over your body and
mind."
Aomine’ shoulders slumped and he groaned while his hand massaged his nose
bridge. "Pent up frustration"
"Frustration?" the bell-ringing like voice modulated meaningfully.
Aomine chuckled at the implication behind. "I want to smack two specific
people, stuff them in a garbage bag and toss them to a river. Really desperate
to find some release so, yeah… decided that you, whom I first thought a
bartender who works here, could help me out.”
Pure cheeky devilment crept into the redhead‘s expression. “You’ve lost your
sense from  relieving frustration  prohibition to the point of wanting
desperately  to smack somebody in their ass, and think  I've  got the outlet to
flush them out? Most customers I know do not seek one night stands on the other
side of the bar, and I can bet on half of my remaining fortune our bartenders
don’t have a  group play  hobby."
Aomine threw back his head and laughed. The tension that had knotted the
muscles in his neck and shoulders, the throbbing numb blood pressure occupying
his mind all morning miraculously vanished.  The ridiculously irresistible
mouth of this babe .

 "I hope you don't have a hot date lined up for Friday night," the red haired
male added. "With a partner who's this hot and sweaty and eager to hump them
dry, they could find themselves in various embarrassing positions that will
exhaust their energy and end up sore somewhere on their anatomy parts."
Oh, this is reaaaally too good to be true , Aomine thought interestedly and
purred with unhidden enthusiasm, “Well, now, dar-lin’~, you’ll never know
exactly unless I get to accompany you this Friday night.”
The aura around him turned into something more predatory. It was the other
male’s turn to laugh. The sound was even more rich and musical to Aomine’s
ears, it somehow crept through the walls and warmed up the tanned man’s rough
heart.
“I have a policy to avoid experienced, aggressive types.”
“Go out with me and I guarantee you’ll experience that ‘experienced
aggressiveness’ the most pleasurable way you’ve never tasted before.”
“Maybe if you could spare the time to let me experience the  pleasure  of
taking your order to  aggressively  finish it in no time so that you can fling
out ASAP to target a suitable object who has stamina that’s  on-par  with you.”
Scratch that, this is waaaaaay beyond expectation, this eye-rewarding flesh of
meat is no firecracker, he’s a fucking sex bomb!
“I suggest a little sweet glucose will help to soothe the brain neurons. How
about Kahlua Milk?”
“I’ll take that”, Aomine smirked,  and it’s hot when you use  nerdy words like
that
The redhead grinned back, then surprised Aomine by suddenly taking out a
walkie-talkie from nowhere and spoke to the receiver on the other side, “Oi,
give me one Spicy Caramel Milky Way will you?”
“Got it”, the receiver replied over the static of the walkie talkie.
“… Am I allowed to question about what just happened?”
“What, the Spicy Caramel Milky Way?”
“Well, not that. But you may give me an extra explanation about it.” Aomine
shrugged and wondered what more could he get from the redhead
“Never mind the name, the owner tends to spice things up a bit with his humor,
and of course he would use that on his menu,” the redhead grinned back. “Also,
I’m different. Like I said earlier, I’m not an employee here, yet a simple
order won’t hurt me much.” Then he sat straight back. “Well, Aomine-san, I
should get back to my work now, your drink will be served in minutes.”
As the red haired male moved to his previous side with some notebooks, paper
work, and a calculator, Aomine took his time to sweep his intense gaze over the
other male.
He radiated a rather warm and gentle atmosphere despite the rough and hard
look, a well-built man with broad shoulders, not to mention the smooth lines of
his back that leaded to– No, do not go there. Aomine could not explain why the
other male’s crimson eyes seemed to be the most attractive hotspot about him.
He had a unisex beauty, 70 percent masculine with sharp edged features and 30
percent feminine as those body curves literally had others mouth’s watering.
His eyebrows were a hell of a ridiculous joke, yet that was not as Aomine found
them. They were oddly well-fitted with the redhead, with his high cheekbones,
strong jawline that carved his chin, moving down to the jugular vein, the
Adam’s apple and then his collarbone. His chest was perfectly shaped under the
caramel sweater hugging his body and embraced his abdomen with no sign of fat.
Again, Aomine’s gaze lingered on the man’s chest for a while. This was madness,
beyond sanity when he was a boobs man, enjoyed the soft and resilient pairs of
busty women, not hard and firm from men, yet his throat ran dry as he imagined
how it would feel to run his hand over that forbidden flesh that (in Aomine’s
eyes) pleaded for a light touch … or a squeeze … Aomine would rather have the
latter.
And the redhead’s hands, large that must be warm considering his personality
was nothing similar to a reserved or cold person. Under the light his sun-
kissed skin shone as if it was crystal. Aomine could see how clean and well-
taken-care-of the other male’s fingers were, the pink of blood color naturally
appeared on his nails. Usually his previous dates often preferred their nails
painted or getting sparkling accessories stickered on, probably rather spending
time on painting their nails than actually taking proper care of them.
That man was one hard-ass porcelain doll. He would undoubtedly punch Aomine for
the thought, so it was best for Aomine to keep his mouth shut.
Aomine flicked his gaze lower, nearly letting out an internal animalistic
groan. It was just a swift moment and a quick gaze over, in spite of the way
the countertop hid most parts of it, Aomine could bet on his life that was a
damn delicious downward curvy line he was seeing right at that fucking moment;
now if only Aomine could see his legs beneath the countertop, some kinks like
silky stocking or laced undergarment with a strap hugging lovingly the bottom
part did not sound bad at all. He could use a wallpaper or two on his
smartphone for some jerking off sessions during breaks at his workplace.
Small talk had never been his style, but Aomine decided to make an exception
for the fine soon-to-be dating candidate in front of him, in fact, his heart
had already been captured without any struggling.
Kagami Taiga was the man’s name. He was twenty five, his home company was an
overweight Ragamuffin, he had a degree in a double major of Multilingual and
Literature, managed to fluently speak  four languages not including Japanese,
and he was currently an assistant for his old Professor as a part-time job and
the librarian at the university library as a full time occupation. It was a
wonder there was a person who could deal with his way of blunt speaking and
crappy bonding.
“I really don’t know what your brain is made of,” Aomine said to him.
“Was that supposed to be a compliment ? ‘Cause I feel a bit offended.”
“Of course it’s a compliment. Like hell if I could speak anything more besides
Japanese and English. I nearly failed my Japanese test every single time,
honestly. Gave me quite a struggle like population crisis, the words kept being
born at the same time my brain was being fucked and my mind being raped.”
Kagami held his hand to his mouth to stifled the sudden outburst of laughter.
“Who the hell would name their cat Sir Sherly? Short for Sherryl? That has got
to be the worst joke in this entire life”, Aomine broke into a sarcastic smirk.
“Well, I apologize for the bad kitty name but Sir Sherly’s master coincidently
happened to be a huge fan of the ‘Sherlock’ TV series, so if you would excuse
somebody, Sir Sherly is named after the main protagonist Sherlock William Scott
Holmes. Wipe that grin from your face.”
“Aah … So you’re a Cumberbitch.” That earned Aomine a light slap to his arm.
“Shut up. Who said anything about that actor. And I happen to like the way
Sherlock Holmes is portrayed by Benedict. I enjoyed the series, not ogling some
first-class movie star.”
Caressing the keychains in his hands, Aomine switched his weight to another
side in order to be able to lean further to the front, intending to keep their
conversation alive and internally praying that his order had been forgotten so
that he could spend his time pre-flirting his ideal target and maybe scribbling
down some numbers or an address that probably steered his life to a less
boredom, preferably in the foreseeable future.
“What’s your plan this Friday night?” Aomine Daiki did not like to wait. He had
aimed and he was going to get the aimed prey.
“Excuse me?”
“About Friday night, jokes aside, I don’t have any dates lined up, so, on a
more serious note, I’d love to take you out.”
Maybe this was too forward. There was a slight halt in Kagami’s body language,
a frozen blurred moment in those crimson irises that Aomine was not sure he had
truly seen because Kagami was back to answer him before he could conclude.
 
“Are you saying your frustration is truly in need of letting out this Friday ?”
Aomine really wanted to slap his face hard.
“No, no. Sorry,” Aomine tried to held his laughter in.  My God, what should I
do with this wonderful creature ?  “Should’ve explained more clearly. I mean, a
real date. Getting to know each other better, enjoying our idling time and
hopefully I can keep you interested.”
As if Aomine could not keep his date entertained, he was born naturally
experienced for Christ’s sake. Although, Aomine still felt heat crawling up his
neck after countless times of asking someone out ever since his early teens, he
did not expect this reaction to happen to his body. Except, Kagami slightly
frowned with a startled look after hearing him, and Aomine sensed a major
possibility of a refusal to his invitation.
“Hey, a hundred percent guaranteed I’m a pretty decent guy.” Satsuki, his
childhood friend, might scoff at this. “I know I’ve thrown some smart-ass
comments towards you but on the opposite, I’m really nice when needed,
especially to save my life.” Satsuki would be the best prosecutor in objecting
this sentence, no doubt.
“And what time you are needed to be nice to save your ass?” Kagami joked, yet
Aomine somehow felt a defensed curiosity despite the grin from Kagami.
“Well, right now to save me from being rejected this Friday night and maybe
every Friday night to save me from not seeing you again. Because I really,
truly want to see you again. As much as possible,” Aomine replied with a
returned grin. On a second thought, Aomine did not feel like joking at all,
even though this was what he would say in the past to anyone else he tried to
pick up.
Kagami raised one of his eyebrows. “Smart answer, I’d say,” he admitted, “And
I’m sure you’re plenty nice but—”
“How about some music, dinner and dancing?” As a matter of fact, Aomine would
keep pursuing until his persuasion proved to be successful. “We’ll go out to
one of my favorite spots, which I’m sure will soon be your favorite spot, too.
We can sink ourselves in first-class music and taste the finest food there. We
can also hell on wheels at Jazz or Ballad if you’d like. The band is great, so
are the singers. They contribute pretty much to us dancers’ enthusiasm.”
“Didn’t take you as a dancer,” Kagami said giving him a wistful smile.
“Depends on the partner. You, I’d be grateful and willing to dance all night
long. How about you?”
If Aomine had questioned Kagami’s reluctance before, he could now be sure the
red haired male was even more defensive. It was difficult for Aomine to truly
determine what his answer would be, but judging from Kagami’s tensed shoulders
and the way those ruby orbs trying their best to avoid Aomine’s, it wasn’t
looking too good. He thought that kicking himself was not a bad option for
coming on too fast. He had made Kagami uncomfortable, surely. So much for that
legendary charm that ran in the Aomine family.
“I used to enjoy dancing,” Kagami said.
Aomine secretly let out a relieved breath. “Yeah?”
“…Yeah,” Kagami answered a few seconds late, and then nodded, hiding the
melancholy tone to the reply as much as possible with a forced smile. The
redhead twirled the pencil around his fingers, clearly trying to shake off some
nerves, though his frown just deepened a little more and the other hand
clenched so tightly his knuckles went white. Then, he completely averted his
gaze from Aomine and looked downward on the counter surface.
Aomine felt he was dangling on the brink of disappointment. He really wanted to
cry out loud if those lips opened and a rejection came out.
Aomine did his best convincing eyes. “Come on, sweetie-pie. This is almost like
a non-existent free giveaway. I give you my solemn oath to escort you back the
exact minute you don’t like the date and then I’ll promise to never disturb you
again.”
“It’s not like that. And aren’t you getting a bit ahead of yourself ? Sweetie-
pie ? Really ?”
“A slip of my tongue. Don’t mind it. Then what’s with the uncertainty?”
To his dismay, Aomine suddenly found that the expression on Kagami’s face
changed drastically in a flip of a second. It was like the sun was totally
eclipsed by the moon. All that was left was not a tiny bit of mischief or
clever humor but another kind of solemn. Rewinding back, Aomine could not
figure out what he could have said to trigger the unexpected alarm.
So Aomine took a wild guess. “Just in case you’re worrying about rusty toes and
unwanted memories about it, I could erase those memories in a minute by adding
a pair of wings to your feet as soon as I get you on the dancefloor.”
This finally got Kagami to glance back at Aomine. His face gave way to a warm
smile and though it was still colored with a bit of sorrow, he lifted his chin
as in in a challenge. “Big words you’ve got there, darling.” A flush of
embarrassment hit Kagami’s face as he stared unfocused into the air, out of a
certain pair of oceanic eyes’ path, and Kagami closed his eyes.
“Unfortunately”, oh how Aomine hated that word, “I perfectly rather doubt
that.”
Some minutes passed and a figure rose from the kitchen to interrupt the strange
atmosphere that he did not seem to recognized.
“Kagami, Kahlua Milk” the barista walked up to Kagami and set the glass near
his note. “Sorry it took longer than expected, I accidentally spilled the
milk.”
“No problem, Sun. Our guest hasn’t complained a word, luckily.” Kagami took the
drink and pushed it towards Aomine, his eyes now opened and fully concentrated
on Aomine with an expression the bluenet could not read. “Would you mind made
another reserved order?” Kagami said again to the barista. “A table for a party
of four is coming in fifteen minutes early.”
“Sure,” the barista named Sun said as they retreated to the backward room.
Aomine watched Kagami, his eyes unblinking as a depressed tone clouded his
gaze. “Don’t you ?” Kagami’s strained, but even his bright smile could not
lessen the negativity.
Aomine saw Kagami move a little up and back. It took a second for him to
register what Kagami meant and more seconds to pull his mind back to Earth and
to the present scene. And Aomine regretted when he did get back to Earth. It
was hard yet not so hard to describe what Aomine was feeling, like thousands of
bulls were trampling on his body in a stampede that made him breathless with
nausea as oxygen seemed to be sucked out of his brain. If Aomine was not
leaning on the counter right now, he was sure to fall flat on the floor as his
knees had no doubt given up on him.
 
In the name of bloody Pocari—There was no way th—
It was the worst joke. This must be the worst joke, even worse than a cat named
Sir Sherly.
In the next minutes, Aomine managed to finish his Kahlua Milk, paid for it and
walked out of his usual spot of a lounge.
 
Aomine had done what his instinct told him to: a polite excuse and get the hell
out of there. Aomine had practically run out of there, his polite excuse was
only a long silence. During the walk back to his workplace, shame and regret
were gnawing at him, driving him mad despite his unaffected facial expression
as a pair of living ruby gems always came back to take over his mind.
***** Stage 2: 10% devil – eyes’ delusional love (part 2) *****
Chapter Notes
     THOUSANDS THANK YOU TO MY BETA: MAZZIE_NITA ~~~~<3
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How many times more until this pain would leave and this wound would stop
bleeding ?
 
 
I've seen the world, done it all … Had my cake now …
 
“… Hot summer nights … rock n roll
When you and I were forever wild …”
 
The crazy days, city lights … The way you'd play with me like a child
 
Will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful ?
Will you still love me when I’ve got nothing but my aching soul ?
 
Kagami knew... He was too familiar with it... Those eyes, and the expression on
their face when the ugly truth was revealed.
Fear, dumbfounded shock. Clumsy body language. Cold-sweating, apologetic
glances for they were always either desperate to turn away or run for good.
Though, he gave Aomine Daiki half of his credit as there had been no fast
tracks made or stammering despite a moment of Aomine being absolutely stunned
and recovering quickly after. And then came the way things usually went.
The outcome was crystal clear, anyone could predict it was coming. Granted it
would not feel any less hurtful and he had been warned, still he could not
resist to be enchanted by that strong impact color. It brought him back to the
old days at the Caribbean beach, the sun scattered rain of diamond dust to the
sea, like polishing a rough gemstone, and finally its beauty shone radiantly,
mesmerized every witnesses. That deep, warm and magnificent navy blue, fresh
and full of life with every waves, like a mirror reflecting the wide, limitless
sky. As the breezes passed by, raking softly through his hair with tingling
sound of wind chimes, forming wings on his back and he floated in the air
surrounded by shades of blue freedom.
When he first walked in, trouble was shown on his face. The scowling was
obvious; it made him look like a child brooding and sulking rather than a
troubled man, so was his strong Alpha scent hitting Kagami’s nostrils. Spicy
yet sweet, exotic warmth of mentholated earth, the oceanic red wine harmonized
with cocoa, like flavor of blueberries and lavender snuggled around the richly
marine-tasted dark chocolate. The scent was strangely alluring it calmed
Kagami’s heartbeat as Kagami walked straight to his dead end when he decided to
observe the man’s eyes with his own windows of soul.
The man named Aomine Daiki miraculously owned the most beautiful scene in his
pair of oceanic jewelry orbs. A living treasure. A pair of living aquamarine.
Yet also held the death of him as he had tasted it the most bitter and sour way
during last hours.
 
“I know you will … I know you will … I know that you will …
… Will you still love me when I’m no longer—”
 
“Beautiful”— “Beautiful”
 
The voice singing interrupted and a hand on Kagami’s shoulder left him started
and he yelped. Turning around, Kagami found Sun smiling warmly and sweetly
verbally encouraging.
“Now, now… I do not remember this kind of face has ever shown in my shop. Would
you ever be so kind and tell me what happened that made my Tiger baby so sad?”
The older male nuzzled Kagami’s hair affectionately
“Stop sneaking up on me, Sun. Now you’re starting to be like Kuroko”, Kagami
lightly tapped Sun’s hand. “And I’m not sad. Just recalling old times. There’s
a big difference, you know.”
A mixed-blood of Japanese, French and Italian made Sun twice more gorgeous when
he smiled. Black olive hair, amber eyes with a bit of green and a great pinkish
pearl skin only added more to his sex appeal and then came the brightly gentle
personality, all wrapped neatly with a bow. He was Prince Charming in fairy
tale legends.
Sun crossed his hand and showed his mature, older brother kind of vibe, “Well,
you’ve never whisperingly sung this song before… with that shit sucking shit-
face.” Sun wiggled his eyebrows which made Kagami feel both angry and funny at
the same time as he chuckled. “My Tiger-chan always shows this dreamy face and
hums along while rocking his body back and forth, following the rhythm when
this song played on my volumes. Don’t you think I didn’t observe him through
all this time. And I let my playlist go on everyday, you hear this song
everyday, yet you only actually sing it today. So I will ask again, any juicy
details you want to share?”
The lounge was empty and the last customer had left for a good half an hour
ago. In the end, the party of four had canceled their reservation so Sun
decided to savour the drinks with his friend’s brother, only to find the guy in
a state of depression like someone had stolen his wallet and used all his
money. Singing Lana Del Ray. With soulless eyes, emotionless voice. So he
jumped in when the song came to an end to duet with Kagami, singing the last
lyric.
“Correct me if I’m wrong but you’ve become weird ever since that blue haired
ganguro left. And here I thought you’ve finally met someone. He did something
to you, didn’t he, Tai-chan? I will hunt him down and burn him alive if you
want.”
“Don’t you imitate Tatsuya’s control-freak character or I’ll blacklist you
immediately, I dare you, Sun.”
“Tche! You’re such a kill-joy, tsun-tsun Tai-chan.”
Kagami exhaled and shook his head in disagreement. “It’s nothing, history just
repeated itself. Well, he is a ganguro like you said. Though, this is not the
first or I doubt the last time I’ve been in this situation, Sun. It’s always
like this, nothing has changed. Nothing could have been done to change. This
I’ve learned to accept for 10 years. So being sad or not being sad, it won’t
change a thing but waste time.”
At this Sun’s attitude stiffened with half-upset, eyes darkened with building
irritation as he gritted through his teeth, “I swear, Tai-chan, I will damn
repeat this again and again till the day I die; You are not a paralyzer, Tai-
chan. Your bones are just weaker than the normal, your legs are semi-functioned
and passively active. You only have hearing impairment, not deaf. You can hear
perfectly fine and walk norm—”
Kagami cringed as soon as he interrupted immediately. “There’s no such thing as
semi-functioned. I can’t walk, Sun,” he heavily sighed.
“Damn right you can.” Kagami could feel an elephant had just stepped on his
lungs as he knew where the conversation would end up.
“And what, Sun, breaking his heart again? Making him run to the hospital just
to cry his life out begging me not to kill myself and going madly mental
breakdown again?!” Kagami was practically half yelling right now. “There’s a
reason I am wearing the hearing-assisting device on both of my ears and sitting
dependently on a bloody wheelchair!”
There were ideas that should have never meant to be said, Kagami never wanted
to relive that period of time again, ever again. He was terrified of what could
have happened. The memory made Kagami sore on his left ear and the scars carved
on his body to piercingly ache with pain.
Last time they put on a family drama about Kagami’s moving ability, it resulted
in a crack in a twelve-year friendship, an end to a strong bond between two
partners in a long-term business, numerous hurtful words being thrown between
two sides and uncountable tear drops. All have one bullet shot through their
heart that had never been taken out.
Sun went to sit opposite Kagami. “And I fully object to what Tatsuya has said.”
Sun had a sip of a Mimosa. “Your medical description does not say that you have
to remain on the wheelchair for the rest of your life in order to walk again.”
Kagami stared at Sun, “There is no ‘walking again’ here, Sun. It was clearly
written ‘no heavy pressure on your legs and knees, refrain from walking or
running as much as possible.’”
“Exactly, ‘refrain from’, not ‘forbidden to’, Tai-chan,” Sun put the empty
cocktail glass down. “If this continues, one day you will surely not be able to
walk ever again. You’ll be paralyzed for real!”
“I don’t think so for I truly am now a paralyzed-plus-deafobject, and we will
stop here, no more arguing about this issue. I can’t take it anymore!” Kagami
spun himself a bit to the counter and closed his notebook. The bad mood had put
a stop to his writing a new chapter for his story. Sun was not making his day
any better but more irritable. Spitefully Kagami said while moving himself from
the stool to his wheelchair by his arms, “Goddamnit, you’re really handful at
times it pisses me off! Sometimes I think I know why Tatsuya has never agreed
to fix that unrequited love of yours.”
Sun went silent at that.
Words could do a pretty damage one had never known they were able to. Like how
it had swept Kagami off his feet when he met and conversed with those amazing
blue eyes and velvety bass sound of a voice, reminding Kagami of sirens from
the deep ocean. Charming, enchanting and irresistible, deadly alluring towards
their prey as the latter could not hold their defense wall for long. And then
they massacred and swallowed their victims. Just like how that person had
crushed every crumble of Kagami’s remaining hopeful heart and soul. He should
have known better, but in the end, it was a good punishment for his naivety and
lack of self-awareness. He had brought it upon himself. Not anyone but him, and
especially not Sun. Sun had not done anything to have to endure his
unreasonable fury. He was taking his temper out on Sun. It was not right.
No use minding over the spilt milk, Kagami extremely regretted it soon after
the words slipped out. It was too cruel and was not like Kagami’s usual self at
all. The man truly loved Tatsuya and had been taking care of Kagami since the
accident took place. Sun had been going through ups and downs with them,
looking after them like they were his family and loving them unconditionally.
For the most part, Sun never asked Tatsuya to return his feelings. He never
asked anything back from them. It was not Kagami’s place to state that
judgement, even if he was an Alpha and Sun was not.
“I’m sorry, Sun. I—I didn’t mean—You know that I—” Kagami trembled as he lost
his self-composure of what to do.
“Hussssh—hh It’s OK, Taiga,” the elder male came near a confusingly mortified
Kagami and hugged the latter to a tight embrace. “We all say things we don’t
mean in our bursts of rage.”
The olive haired man lightly rubbed Kagami’s back. “It hasn’t been easy for you
to handle everything at once, I know. Trust me, the process hurts so much I
even wish I could take your place. You were only a young, hot-headed teenager
and you held it in for Tatsuya, for me and Alex. We know. So we will always be
there with you, for better or worse.”
Kagami silently let his tears slowly run down as he shudderingly breathed in
Sun’s familiar scent of mint and rosemary to calm himself. For years after his
parents’ death, Kagami had been looked after by his separated-at-birth brothers
and his mentor, Alexandra Garcia. Kagami shared and spent most of his childhood
with them, same as when he reached the rebellious stage of puberty, when the
unexpected incident changed his entire life up until now.
The two-year older Himuro Tatsuya was very overprotective of him from the
beginning. It had gotten worse after he had an accident, while Sun and Alex
were on a different page, encouraging Kagami to step out of his comfort zone
and enter another horizon, no matter how small the safety or success percentage
was. It was Kagami’s life and his choice to do whatever he wanted to do with
it, as long as he was not risking or wasting his life. Even so, Tatsuya did not
handle it very well in the end. And there came the crack in the family.
Pulling himself back, Kagami wiped his face dry with his sleeves, not expecting
Sun to put his ridiculous face towards Kagami’s, eyes narrowed, “But I still
wanna know what truly happened.”
The redhead just smiled, surrendering. “I told you, Sun. It’s old tradition.
Cheap pick-up lines. Saw the massive, heavy bitch lifting me. And sprang out of
the tavern with their tail wailing between their legs… To make it worse, son of
a bitch was even hotter than the assholes I’ve been picked up by before. One of
your frequent customers, bad news for you, I supposed (Sun snorted: “Not a
problem”). The only new exception is me, for the first time, being so foolish
for not putting up a protection wall.”
Sun poured Kagami and himself a glass of 1967 Chateau d’Yquem that the former
had just stood up moments ago to take a bottle of one “… Whoaaa~ A hotshot male
bitch ?!!…… Have a drink and tell me everything in specific, exact details,
please~”
Kagami did not know how to respond to that but proceeded to do what he had been
told to do, revising the story in the last hours, of course, scratching out the
details of how Kagami felt about Aomine’s looks, the younger male had a large
sip and let Sun refill. “I haven’t had a chance to show my hearing device and
had already had the bastard on his feet, leaping like an antelope out of the
lounge. Pretty good actor for maintaining a you-cannot-affect-me face.” His
eyelids fell gradually by words.
“I see… wow…” Sun widened his eyes, internally transforming the story into
Hollywood movie scenes.
Kagami was a bit annoyed at Sun’s reaction “What do you mean ‘wow’?”
“I mean… Wow… Wait until Tatsuya hears this.”
“Oooh no! I don’t think so, Sun. If Tatsuya so much hears a single word, he
would fly all the way from LA to Tokyo and I am grounded for life. And I really
hate that.” Kagami deadpanned. “I’ve been made fun enough for a normal human
lifespan.”
“Bullshit! You’re not deserved to be made fun of. That jerk is a massive
dickhead.”
“Well, I’ve had my lion share of Meeting Jerks experience with my condition, so
it’s all old news. No need to sweat over small stuff... Tcheh! Like I’ve never
had that kind of flirt and run tactics before.”
In truth, it strangely hurt more than usual this time, but Kagami did not want
to admit it outloud despite the scoffing tone of mocking.
“But it still hurts and actually oddly hurts more this time, right?”, Sun
quirked an eyebrow.
At this Kagami nearly had his heart jump out of his chest, and he rolled his
eyes. “Are you sure you haven’t been hanging around Kuroko too much? Since when
are you starting to have his sixth sense freaking perceptiveness and mind
reading? Geez~ You’re freaking me out… Agreed, saying it didn’t hurt was
probably a lie but who said anything about whether it hurt more or not?!”
If seriously considered, Kuroko Tetsuya was quite a scary existence if he
wanted to be, and it gave cold chills down Kagami’s spine. Blank face and
piercing gazes.
Sun’s eyes dropped low. “Because you seemed to glow at that moment, Tai-chan.”
With the special gentle key tone that only Sun possessed in the verbal ability
slipping through his ears, Kagami was lost for words to say.
Sensing the other’s silence as permission, Sun continued, “You know, for an
attitude towards our normal frequent customers at our lounge, you were smiling
too much; plus, you unnecessarily shared your personal life information and
sexually joked with a stranger you’ve just met for like, I don’t know, I think
it lasted for freaking 20 minutes. Hell, you didn’t even throw a fit when he
made funny remarks about your cat’s name. While in the past, after you had to,
in your way of venomous quoting, bury your reasons to live to a wheel-fucking-
chair, Alex had never succeeded in making you blurt out even a boring joke,
apart from menacing, top sarcastic ones that are dripped with irritable
mocking. You’ve been better as time went by but may I say you rarely joke
around with people. Hell, even your jokes are really boring now, let alone
sexual.”
“…I—It was a rambunctious, ardent ‘flu’ of stupid youth that still unpleasantly
remained in my mind. It has gotten worn out for a major part after this, I’m
sure.” Kagami felt his face getting more heat. “Five years more to my thirty
for God’s sake”
“But is was something, right?” Sun suggested
Kagami did not answer, but he knew Sun was right in some part of the whole
topic. Physical attraction. Yet Kagami was not that confident like before when
it concerned his body condition. Because normally, under any circumstances,
Kagami would never let his heart control his mind like that when it came to
him, a handicapped person; being hit on while the one who was hitting on him
was not aware of the truth or what that person was throwing himself into. No
one wanted a burden as a lover.
“You’ll feel better when you learn to accept that you’re attracted to him.
Physical is counted as something due to my experience.” Kagami just pouted at
that and mumbled an oath at that.
Sun chuckled as he flicked Kagami’s forehead. “Silly Tiger, you’re an open book
as bright as daylight.”
Kagami swatted Sun’s hand away and huffed annoyingly, “Stop with the ‘Tiger’
nickname! I hate it!”
“Sounds grand ADORABLE to me,” Sun skipped quickly to the kitchen to avoid
Kagami’s foreseeable fury explosion after finishing the sentence.
And explode Kagami did, “Damn it, Sun!!!”
 
                                      <> 
 
He. Could Not. Fucking. Concentrate. At all.
 
Fuck it all to Hell
 
Fuck Imayoshi.
 
Fuck Chihiro and Chiharu.
 
Fuck Satsu—
… Damn Satsuki
 
And fuck those beautiful yet full of sorrowful tears on the verge of those damn
miraculous ruby eyes.
 
…
 
Sweet Pocari help him, he was definitely having a heat stroke. Since when had
Aomine Daiki become a romantic poet?!!
 
…
 
Dropping the document that needed his signature, Aomine sighed as well as
groaned for the umpteenth time. This was going nowhere damn near what he wanted
to when all he had ever thought about was the man named Kagami Taiga and their
latest encounter. With a damn shocking revelation, showing he was getting more
than he was willing to bargain for. It’s like Kami was holding a collar around
his neck and dragging him every fucking place, having absolute fun and finding
it fairly entertaining, Aomine did not remember saying he needed something
outrageous to keep him alive and survive meaningless years to come.
…
Well…
In some twisted occasions, he did, to be honest.
…
But for the sake of every big and bouncy pair of boobs in this universe he
certainly did not request for this type of carnivalfor his already dull and
fucked up life … Ugyaaaahhh~ … Aomine frustratingly scratched the back of his
head, jaw tightened and gritted out an oath.
…
Now that Aomine had given himself some real time to think about his personal
affair which had kept poking at his sore spot of neurons non-stop, it could
have been better if Aomine had ever so uttered a sincere apology. The least he
could have done was to ask for friendship with Kagami. So deep in thought
Aomine did not realize a bunch of people had already made their presence in the
room.
“What’s wrong with him?” Wakamatsu rearranged the files to turn over for his
Boss. “Momoi, do you know?”
“Not too sure. Probably Mai-chan’s retirement is still having some effect on
him? But I thought he had gotten over that a long time ago,” Momoi gazed
skeptically at her childhood friend.
Suddenly, two figures in fashionable striped suits appeared next to them,
saying at the same time, “It’s not so bad when he can effectively finish his
assignments with a new record, 60 minutes for half a dozen folders of document.
At least, he didn’t skip work this time.”
“His works are usually piled up like mount Fuji,” a violet-navy haired
commented.
“And now he’s at his best top form ever,” another copy followed.
“Like he’s just had energy drink, right?” Chihiro asked
“Yeah right. Like Red Bull? Strawberry Sting Pocari???” Chiharu chirped
“That’s right. Red Bull,” Chihiro said
“Strawberry Pocari,” Chiharu giggled
“Daiki the Strawberry Bull Pocari.”
“Daiki is a massive fan of Pocari God, so much he’d turn into Sting Red Bull
Pocari.”
 
“SILENT!!!” A thick Business Dictionary was thrown and made a double headshot
as it hit precisely on the twin’s heads.
 
Aomine rose to his full height, his Alpha aura dangerously emitted. “If you’re
so idle to make scrappy petty talk or have a chitchat during work, return to
your office and help Imayoshi with BLAU LUNA’s orders and human resources
allocation right this damn fucking instant!!!”
At Aomine’s outburst, the twins laughed wickedly and rushed out. People who
stayed were breaking cold sweats.
“The fuck, what’s with him, Momoi???” Wakamatsu tucked on the pink haired
girl’s sleeves, eyes widened in horror.
“He’s in a bad mood” Susa calmly stated with a blank face, yet his fingers
shook lightly from the after-effect of an anger earthquake.
“I don’t even dare to give a proper apology. Momoi-san, it was me, wasn’t it???
The reason why he’s mad???” the brown haired male, Sakurai Ryo, shivered and
sobbed while clutching some important papers that might need using for another
labor resource clarifying meeting.
Instead of being frightened and scared away, Momoi untangled herself from the
surrounding males and walked towards Aomine’s desk. She lowered herself and
whispered, “Dai-chan, are you okay? Are you sick?”
Aomine glared up .“Peachy, Satsuki. Fucking swell,” he scowled. “Until those
shitheads came along.”
“Hiro-san and Haru-san?”
“Of course not, I mean the UFO from Mars.... Yes, the bastards are the devil
twins, Satsuki!” Aomine mocked, his frown was even deeper as he let out a sigh
and furiously clicked his pen and swirled it around his fingers.
“……… You know,” Momoi’s tongue clicked as she said, “If I hadn’t known you any
better, considering how rude, arrogant, selfish, unrefined and tactless a
narcissist you are, I’d say you’ve just done something bad that can’t be
reversed or there aren’t any chances left for you to show remorse sincerely.
Like offending some disabled people or even hurting their feelings and now
being all grumpy and a jerk, regretting for not behaving better to fix the
situation.”
Aomine choked on his saliva. “Wh–why are you saying this?”
“For a fact. Your cousins’ teasing doesn’t affect you much, you’d think they’re
just bites from a bug. You have your way to brush them off with that naturally
born bitter and harsh mouth with no filter or mercy of yours; more importantly,
shouting back is none of them. And your behavior is really odd today… Whatever
it is, no matter how it bugs you crazy, keep it down and concentrate on your
work, please.” Momoi re-tied her hair into a ponytail. “At least you’re not a
scumbag who would literally hurt the handicapped, mentally or physically, then
go on living your life like nothing happened. Freshen up your mind and do your
job properly… Geez, how did I survive those years with an XXL size baby like
you, I wonder? Kami must have granted me an amazing strength.”
 
“Everyone, get out.”
 
The cold voice shook everyone out of their stupor and halted whatever all of
them were doing
 
“… Huh?” All of the employees looked at the male who had just spoken.
“Except Satsuki, anyone whose name I did not call, get out. Now,” Aomine half
gnashed half growled, eyes seriously rolled as his orbs contracted. If he had
emitted a dangerous Alpha aura before, now he was unconsciously trying to
strangle his surroundings with a deadly toxic scent of onslaught. The tanned
male fisted some files into paper balls and threw irritatingly to the bin.
“Uuurrgghhh”.
Seeing no reaction from his subordinates, Aomine angrily scowled and bumped his
fists on the table hard and made everyone startled. “GET OOOOOOOUT~~~ !!!” he
roared with his Alpha aura thickened by minutes.
Before everything could get worse, Momoi hurriedly urged her colleague and
seniors out of the room, Sakurai nearly tripped over his feet while Susa
managed to help Wakamatsu carry a box of files, leaving the younger man’s arms
full with document folders and fumed questioningly of Aomine’s anger, the
earthy-yellow haired male would start an Alpha one on one if it was not for
Susa and Sakurai gripping him and trying to pull him to the opposite direction
of the CEO table. The blue haired male intertwined his hands and pushed up to
his forehead with a deep frown
“… Dai-chan.”
Momoi poked. Aomine did not move.
“… Dai-chan.”
Momoi poked again. Aomine’s fingers twitched.
“… Da—i—cha—n.” Momoi poked non-stopped at her childhood friend.
“Aaarrrghhh ~~ Alright, stop ! I know ! Kami …”
“What happened?”
Aomine hesitated and Momoi dropped her jaw a bit. It was not everyday her Dai-
chan was so reluctant and so awkward at expressing what he wanted like this.
“I— …”
“… Yes, Dai-chan ?”
“…”
“…”
 
“… I— … think I did just that.”
 
…
 
“Did what, Dai-chan?”
 
…

“I hurt a handicapped person.”
***** Stage 3: 0% angel 0% devil - Run Devil Run *****
Chapter Notes
     Mazzie my BETA is super COOOOOOOOOOL and GREEAAAAAATTT ~~~~ QAQ Thank
     you
     And thank you readers for sparing your time reading my fanfic QvQ
     Comments are definitely and absolutely welcomed for me to improve my
     plot and writing for you guys ~~~~
Fate, my dear, please enlighten me the joy of unavoidable, miserable and
tragic-humorous encounters of frenemies
You got caught of teasing me ... Run, devil devil, run run, devil run
 
 
Watching every motion in my foolish lover's game~
On this endless ocean ... turning and returning ...
 
[Casa di Eros Lounge, 9:34 PM]
 
Dim lights, colorful neon chandeliers, fantasy beauties...the most beautiful
view in Sunset City...
And of course those would mean nothing without music and singers.
 
A gypsy woman told my momma, before I was born
 
Twelve bar blues are played and bodies start to sway
              
You got a boy-child comin', gonna be a son-of-a-gun
 
Enjoy the fun as if no one except you spun the heels on fire
Gonna make these pretty women, jump and shout
 
Make your surrounding kneel and moan some howling
 
And the world will only know, a-what it's all about
 
Why'know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
And I'm the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
 
The foreign blonde woman walked through a mirror door, looking stunning in a
burgundy wine cabaret dress. A black and white striped corset hugged her
perfectly around her waist, and she wore an expensive soft fur around her neck
and shoulders. She strutted confidently, moving elegantly as she made her way
towards the bar, and her voice was like velvet when she announced her arrival
with a light mood.
 
“How’s our Birdy doing?” she asked with a smile.
 
Takao Kazunari turned around and greeted his boss with a gleeful smirk.
 
“Couldn’t be better,” he sang as he slid the Moulin Rouge he’d just finished
making to the blonde woman. “Ya’re late, Alex,” he trilled with his usual
joyful and joking tone. “Someone’s been keepin’ ya busy, I suppose,” he teased
with a slight giggle.
 
The woman called Alex raised her brow, eyes gleaming wickedly dangerous. “Oh,
you little...” she pouted a bit at the teasing.
 
“I’d say there’s a certain couple bickering like a mouse and cat that like
chasing each other twenty-four seven. I’d even go as far as saying they
discreetly flirt with each other, though I don’t think that would be considered
flirting to be honest. It’s more like friendly sexual harassment.”
 
Alex grit her teeth bitterly while taking large sips of the cocktail. “Why
can’t they just get on the bed and leave this beautiful single woman alone??
Tsk!”
 
Takao shook his head and sweetened his voice as he sympathized, “Poor lady.”
 
“Any news from my babies?” Alex asked, changing the subject.
 
The black haired male looked flabbergasted. “Babies?!” he cried out in shock.
“I thought ya were single?!”
 
That earned Takao a cuff straight to his head. “Idiot! You know who I’m talking
about!”
 
Takao Kazunari chuckled. “Just wanna mess with ya a bit. Actually, Tai-chan
just called twenty minutes ago and well, he left a message...which leads to my
question ta ya right now: Can I join??”
Alex gave the younger male a skeptical look, hoping that she did not mishear
anything. “What did Tiger say , Birdy?”
“… Code red”
“Pfffffff ~ !”
Alexandra Garcia spit her drink in Takao’s face as soon as the words left his
mouth.
“W-Wha…Wh-Wh-What?! WHAT??”
Takao slowly rubbed his face dry, a serious expression comically appearing on
his face, and nodded firmly as Alex widely rolled her blue eyes. Her jaw was
left open in surprise.
There was a long pause before Alex spoke again.
“Holy shit. It’s been like…five, six years?” her grip on the glass tightened.
“You’d better be telling the truth, Birdy.”
A low chuckle of mischief escaped through Takao’s lips. “So am I allowed ta
join the fun if this is 9999999.99% hot juicy and tasty, but true information,
Alex ?”
“…This could be extremely unsafe, you know,” Alex mumbled, almost to herself.
“Even crazier than the last massacre where there were eleven local enemies plus
six foreign pigs and two half-breed damn Europeans…though I must say those
creatures were sexy as hell. God forgive me for wanting to have some fun riding
those things,” Alex murmured in amusement with unhidden wicked enthusiasm. Her
voice was taking on a more mysterious tone.
Reaching his hand out from his apron pocket, Takao flipped out five twenty
dollar bills and  waved them in the air.
“That’s why I’m still upset FYI, Alex,” Takao began with an air of mischief. He
wore a wicked grin as he continued. “I could’ve become an unbeatable legend,
both ridin’ and kickin’ records back then. Ten times the bet, in cash, three
minutes thirty five seconds at least ta sweep the bitch off the table and ta
knock ‘em flat on their ass.”
Alexandra Garcia grinned widely as she finished her Moulin Rouge and she gently
placed her purse on the bar countertop. “Four couple’s tickets for a 3-week
holiday in Hawaii, luxurious accommodation, high-class food buffet included,
Queen & King Penthouse and extra massage, sauna service...” she could not help
but crack a victorious smile. “Four minutes ten seconds and throw in some extra
threats.”
There was another long pause while they gazed at each other, almost as if they
were sizing each other up.
And then they both burst into a fit of giggles. “Giheeheehee~”
From afar, every single employee, including the band and singers, all shivered
at the almost haunted and twisted aura that surrounded the scene in front of
them. They all knew that their female boss and their funny, yet sinful manager
were going to hand somebody their ass, directly and cruelly and especially
without mercy. Their dark snickering and moody faces were enough to make them
cough out blood and faint in an instant.
                                      <> 
[Tenshi Oashisu, 2 hours earlier]
The door of ‘Tenshi Oashisu’ opened and the clinking sound of the wind-chime
bell echoed as a tall figure in a grey hoodie made his appearance in the
tavern.
“Good evening, Master,” he greeted.
Sun beamed at the person who just stepped in. “Checking in early, eh, Teddy?”
“It’s Kiyoshi or Teppei for you, Master,” Kiyoshi corrected with a chuckle.
Sun gave him a playful wink. “You know too well that I’m not going to cooperate
so easily, Teddy.” Sun threw Kiyoshi a white striped uniform. “Wear this for
the time, would you?”
The brown haired smiled ruefully since he knew exactly what was in the owner’s
hand. “Master, how many times do I have to tell you to stop this ‘Emergency
Lifesaver’? Also, this uniform upgrade process should be decided once and for
all. I can’t be a cost-free model! Where’s my bonus?!”
Sun skillfully juggled cocktail shakers between both hands, then poured out
three shaker tins to form a sparkling mahogany liquid into a wine glass. His
fingers delicately touched the edge of the glass as he placed a slice of kiwi
on the rim. Then from out of nowhere, a tiny bottle of golden color appeared on
Sun’s hand. He gently dropped the contents of the bottle on the ice cubes
floating on the surface, and didn’t forget to sprinkle some jasmine herbs in
it. Finally, he knocked three times on the countertop
“This is your compensation, Odile’s Despair for table number nine, please,
Teddy,” he said cheerfully, singing out the nickname. “Sell that honey sweet
smile and get the tips! All yours today!”
Kiyoshi exhaled and offered Sun a knowing smile. He turned to make his way
towards the changing room, but he halted when he heard Sun speak again.
“I’ll pay the laundry fee for one month. Try to put up with it and I might
slide some extra in your envelope.”
There was a bit of a melancholy tone to what Sun was implying and Kiyoshi took
a moment to think about what he just heard.
Kiyoshi then chuckled, “Roger that, Master.” … So it happened again, huh …
“Forget about the bonus, is the problem with the color of the official uniform
or how it looks?”
Sun did not utter a word in response but puffed out some air and Kiyoshi closed
the changing room door.
 
Kagami stared skeptically at the two people standing at the bar serving drinks.
His brow was furrowed something fierce.
Both of the men at the bar were dressed in ridiculous clothes. Instead of
tuxedo suit, they were both in identical shoulder-less, long-sleeved cotton
turtleneck shirts with a striped pattern and a long zipper on the front
and…True Religion jean shorts with military boots.
“Hey, Taiga!” Kiyoshi greeted cheerfully with a beaming smile.
Kagami startled as soon as the person spoke and nodded in return, a signal that
he recognized Kiyoshi’s presence. Sweet Jesus, it was not everyday Kiyoshi-san
wore that kind of clothes, and it was not a sore sight to eyes at all. In fact,
it was the complete opposite. He had a pretty damn nice pair of legs that
Kagami was always a little jealous of.
Kagami abruptly shook himself out of stupor and interrupted his own thoughts.
He turned his full attention to Sun. “What is going on, Sun?”
This definitely had something to do with his trouble-making brother.
The olive haired man finished another order and gave it to Kiyoshi before he
answered Kagami without turning to face him and locking himself onto his next
task. This time he needed a Tequila Sunrise and two Daiquiris. “Change of
atmosphere, of course, baby.”
Kagami narrowed his eyes. “What have you done with the uniforms? And don’t
‘baby’ me.”
“Can’t an old man strive for changes sometimes? I’m the owner for God’s sake!”
Sun whined.
Kagami harshly slapped Sun’s arm.
“Ouch!” Sun cried out in surprise. He was being overdramatic and even pretended
he was going to cry from the pain. “That hurts, Tai-chan!”
“You’re not an old man, Sun. You’re well on your way, but not quite there yet,”
Kagami replied with a jibe, not showing any sympathy for having hurt his
friend. “What happened with the real clothes? This is a family tavern-lounge
serving the middle-high class of Sunset City. Where are those refined, navy
blue cotton luxury suits? Don’t you dare tell me you forgot to bring them back
from the laundry shop! I saw them this morning!” Kagami scolded.
Sun turned away with a childish pout. “…No! Uh...uumm...” It was written all
over his face that he was never going to say what really happened.
Understanding too well what he meant to say, Kagami glared irritably at the
male beauty until Kiyoshi suddenly returned and pet Kagami’s head.
“It’s alright, Taiga” Kiyoshi said fondly as he took his hand off Kagami’s
head. “I don’t mind so much. In fact, this babe can boost up our profits like a
piece of cake,” Kiyoshi snickered in amusement. “On the other hand, I really
want to ask you guys something…”
“What is it?” Kagami asked. Talking to an adult like Kiyoshi-san was way more
comfortable than speaking to a man-child like Sun.
Kiyoshi hesitated for a moment and considered whether or not he should answer
what was asked of him. Instead of verbally expressing his own muddled thoughts,
however, the brown haired man tipped his head and flicked a discreet gaze
outside of the lounge.
 
                                      <> 
 
He was super fucking annoyed by the anxiety he was struggling to smother.
His hands were shaking and sweating, and even if the night was not as cold as
others he’s experienced, it sure was not a hot and humid night of fall.
Aomine looked inside and recognized Kagami Taiga. The man was fully seated on
the…
Fuck it…
So this explains why he had to use the walkie-talkie, huh, Aomine thought.
He went on to think about how strong Kagami must be. He had to be, seeing as
lifting oneself required strenuous effort, and Kagami seemed to be doing so
effortlessly. It was just a glimpse, but it was enough to fuel Aomine’s
fantasies. He thought about his strong arms, tough shoulders, and--
Damn it!
This was probably the first time Aomine wanted to bleach his mind to cleanse
himself of his perverted thoughts and tie down everything on his anatomy south
of his waist.
Kami…he did not just get half-hard and a mild case of blue balls from the mere
sight of that man.
It was insanely ridiculous!
 
Well, it was just as insane as the fact that he came back.
 
That’s right.
 
He fucking did come back.
 
[Flashback]
 
A punch was thrown accurately at Aomine’s face, sending the man to the ground
spectacularly.
“Aomine Dai-chan! How could you?” Momoi’s eyes were wide in horrified
disbelief. “You actually hit a handicapped person?!”
Aomine’s jaw dropped in bewilderment, his frustration overtaking the pain on
his face. “What the—no! No, no, no! No, Satsuki! Are you nuts?! I don’t hit
people who are disabled! Ever!”
Momoi squinted her eyes looking like she didn’t believe a word he said, “You
just said that you hurt a handicapped person, Dai-chan.”
“Yeah! Emotionally! I hurt that person’s feelings —I didn’t fucking hurt them
by hitting them physically! Did that ever occur to you? The hell kind of person
are you taking me for, Satsuki!?” Aomine was offended.
“Oh…” the cotton-pink-haired girl sheepishly whispered, not a verbal apology,
but Aomine knew her well enough to know that’s what it was.
“But you still deserve at least a slap, Dai-chan,” she said, trying to find
some kind of justification for her suddenly punching Aomine straight in the
face. “You hurt someone’s feelings!”
Aomine just grimaced and grumbled a cuss word, rubbing the sore place on his
face. He did not deny what Momoi said, seeing as the truth was being laid out
in broad daylight. He gave Momoi an uncomfortable growling confession, “That’s
why I need your goddamn annoying social abilities for everyday communication.
What I’ve done is leaving a sick after-taste and isn’t going away.”
Momoi sighed. Of course her idiotic childhood friend offended someone with his
shamelessness and lack of verbal manners. Worst of all, it was a handicapped
person—someone who probably already had a million and one things to think
about. Sometimes Momoi wondered how the stubborn jerk lived to see more than
twenty years of life, what with his annoyingly arrogant, reckless and wild
personality that constantly tested people’s patience way past their limit—and
all his life he never got scratch on him! There had been times when Momoi
suspected a parasitic alien had burrowed itself in Aomine’s brain and had taken
to launching some weird protective globe around him, hypnotizing those nearby
into not damaging him. And yet his ability to behave politely had never
improved.
“So you, with your unfiltered mouth, insulted and hurt this poor, unsuspecting
person,” Momoi concluded.
Aomine shook his head a bit. “No. I think it was my reaction to finding out
about him that caused all of the mess.”
Momoi frowned when he said it, but didn’t say anything and just looked at him
expectantly, waiting for him to explain himself.
“I was hitting on him, Satsuki” Aomine bluntly blurted out, feeling a bit
embarrassed as the whole confession was unwillingly coaxed out of him. Damn,
Satsuki was good.
“Him?” she inquired patiently. Nosily.
“Yes, him, Satsuki!” Aomine snapped.  “Not her, if you must know.”
“You were teasing him around with your infamous natural-born playboy
personality, with a specific goal in mind, weren’t you?” Momoi furiously
accused Aomine, a dangerous gleam shone in her eyes.
It unnerved Aomine, but he wasn’t going to let her get the best of him. “No…
y–yes. No! I mean, yes— Shit— It’s… Yes, probably, but not exactly like that,
so no?” He floundered, not really knowing how to defend himself. Satsuki had
him all figured out. “You make it sound like I only wanted him because I’ve
never been with a...you know, handicapped person, or whatever. But I don’t
really plan to play ‘the game’ where I get him in my bed and vanish right
after.”
“You’re making it sound more unbelievable the more you keep talking, and also
convincing me you’re actually more guilty than I first thought, Dai-chan,”
Momoi deadpanned.
“Fuck! I know, alright. Just…” Aomine fidgeted uncomfortably. He was frustrated
by Satsuki’s questioning and accusing, and she was stressing him out. She knew
exactly what he wanted to say and how to make him say it, all with one look. He
was in a deadlock, so he finally broke when he said: “Okay, I’ll admit it. I
really want to sleep with him.”
“Twisted pervert,” Satsuki said automatically, like she had been expecting that
answer.
“Thanks for the compliment, Sa-tsu-ki,” he broke up her name like it was an
insult. “The main problem was this, okay? I made a not so positive expression
when I saw his…well, er…… permanent chemical minefield.”
Momoi didn’t say anything for a good long moment while she tried to figure out
what exactly Aomine meant. Although, she already had a pretty good idea about
where this conversation was heading.
“And what exactly was it about him that you offended?” Momoi asked as she took
a deep breath in order to steady her mind. She suddenly didn’t feel so well.
There was another silence between the two until Aomine answered unsurely, “His
legs. They, ah, don’t...work...very well.”
For a long time Momoi didn’t say anything, and Aomine was almost overcome with
an eerie sense of dread. He was not looking forward to her reaction, and when
it came, he realized he had been right to be intimidated by her.
Momoi cuffed the back of Aomine’s head and slapped him hard on the cheek she
hadn’t punched earlier.
“OOOWW!” Aomine howled in pain. “Motherfuck—! What the actual fuck, Satsuki?!”
She could hit him like a damn horse kicking him in the gut. Now his face both
throbbed and stung.
“That’s for treating people like objects!” Satsuki said in a loud voice. “How
could you?! What were you even thinking, Dai-chan? Of all people! You had to go
and insult someone who probably already gets enough from strangers on the
street!” the pink haired girl cried in despair. “I can’t believe I’m affiliated
with you!”
Momoi groaned dramatically as she continued with her scolding. “…Oh my Kami…
Let me guess,” she said connecting all the pieces. She really did have Aomine
all figured out. “You tried to woo him, he refused. Judging by your massive
arse ego, you also refused to leave him alone in peace, lured him out of his
shell, paid sweet, tempting court to him until he had this teeny tiny hope
flared up, he showed you his legs, and you immediately made up a poor excuse to
run. Am I right?”
His silence confirmed her suspicions.
“So it is like that, huh?” Momoi asked, raising an eyebrow, both accusing and
disappointed. “Shame on you, Dai-chan. Shame. On. You.”
Aomine felt guilty, which was probably what he needed. He could always count on
Satsuki to keep him grounded, so he hesitated a bit before telling her the
whole story. “Well…”
“What now?” Satsuki snapped. “Please don’t tell me things are actually worse
than I already think they are, Dai-chan.”
“…I didn’t even say a word at that moment…no excuses or anything …” Aomine
spoke under his breath, shifting his gaze, feeling uneasy. He was afraid to
meet Momoi’s gaze, considering her mood, and he didn’t have to look up at her
to know she still wore her mean glare.
“We were both silent,” Aomine continued after she didn’t say anything. “I
finished my drink and got out of the tavern. Without saying anything at all.
The end.”
Aomine finally looked up at Momoi, waiting for her to say anything but she just
looked at him for a few seconds.
“Take care Dai-chan. I’m going,” Momoi said suddenly and picked up her folders
and immediately turned to the door to exit the room.
Aomine’s eyes widened in shock. He could not believe what he was witnessing.
“What?! No! You agreed to help!” He tried reaching out to catch the pink haired
girl’s arm.
Momoi turned around and shot a piercing glare at the tanned man, making him
recoil a bit. “Dai-chan,” she addressed the blue haired male in a firm tone.
“W-What?”
Momoi sighed heavily and she closed her eyes then opened them again as her
turned her entire body to face him fully. Placing both of her hands on Aomine’s
shoulders, she said in an exasperated voice, “Seriously, it’s very, very, very
simple. A sincere apology.”
Aomine narrowed his eyes and his mouth twitched. “Apology?” he grumbled.
“Remind me again why I asked for your help in this situation, Satsuki? Cause
I’m freaking regretting it right this moment,” he grumbled again as if
apologizing were the most disgusting thing he could do.
Momoi slapped Aomine’s arm hard. He wondered if she would ever stop assaulting
him, but didn’t voice it since somewhere deep down he felt he deserved it.
“Well, what did you expect me to say, Dai-chan?” Momoi reprimanded. “You made
the biggest, most massive fat-arsed mistake in history. There’s no returning
for this, I’m telling you. You’ve hurt him in the worst way possible. What’s
more, you went on to further disrespect him by not even making up a poor excuse
as to why you were avoiding him!”
The more Momoi elaborated, the deeper Aomine’s frown became.
“Dai-chan,” Momoi said and Aomine continued to listen attentively.  “You’d make
anyone who witnessed or heard about this assume that you didn’t think that man
was worth an explanation. And he probably thinks you were freaked out because
of his condition, which is at least partially true. Judging from his silence
towards your reaction, though, I can probably guess that you’re not even the
first person he’s met and been rejected by. In fact, I’m positive he has a
repetitive history of this happening to him for him to be that peaceful and
polite to you and not punching you into a pulp like anybody else might have
done. The worst thing you could do is openly showing him you pity him.”
At this, Aomine let out a heavy puff of air and felt as if he had aged ten
years. He felt his bones ache when he thought about the disaster that was to
come in the foreseeable future.
“Then I don’t think a normal ‘I’m sorry’ will help much, Satsuki,” Aomine was
mentally exhausted, and to make matters worse the heavy throbbing in his head
returned to disturb him. It felt almost as if it wanted to slice his brain in
two.
“How come you’ve never failed at dealing with all other strong competitors of
BLAU LUNA? Did the bad manners help you or the wise interactions, Dai-chan? And
yes, you blockhead. It is what a normal human being do when they realized they
did something bad to other people. They would apologize. They sincerely
apologize with all their heart, Aomine Dai-chan,” Momoi said as she shook her
head. She sounded as if she were speaking to a child. “If the problem is too
hard to solve, you go back to the classical basic.”
What you’ve done is unforgivable. A simple sincere apology is the only way,
seeing as there are no other solutions that could work their charm to reverse
an extremely complicated, irreversible spell. Go back, pack up the basic
necessities, build up your shelter and pray that you will survive this storm.
Momoi had made herself clear enough, Aomine thought.
Aomine shook his head lightly. He felt numb as he whined, “I am so dead.”
“No, you’re not. But in some way, yes, Dai-chan. You will soon have R.I.P
carved somewhere on your body.”
 
[End of flashback]
 
R.I.P on my body, eh ? … Not bad at all, Satsuki … Not bad at all …
Aomine couldn’t stand still, so he paced, never straying too far from his
preferred spot right in front of the tavern. If he had to do it, he must do it
the right way. Fuck this up and his life might as well be a confirmed death
sentence. There was no point in loitering around and having cold feet. Yet, as
soon as he met those ruby eyes—and then the damn wheelchair put its face in the
picture—waves of guilt rose up like a tsunami and just crashed down over him,
drowning not only every light of hope that he’d be forgiven, but also drowned
his courage to converse directly with Kagami again, let alone mutter out an
apology.
At lost for what to do next, the blue haired man let out an exhausted groan and
buried his face in shame, the other hand massaging his forehead. There were
tons of documents waiting for him at home but he could not care less. He had to
say his apology. But how? He didn’t even have the courage to take one step into
the lounge.
“Good evening, Sir!”
“Whoa! Shit!”
The voice scared the shit out of him. Looking up, he saw a pretty big brown
haired male with hazelnut eyes and some, dare he say it, extraordinary clothes.
Almond colored eyes gazed at him, and with a polite manner, the man spoke
again.
“I couldn’t help but notice you were trying to walk yourself into the ground
right outside the tavern,” he teased. “Would you like to come in for a bit
while you wait for your partner? You don’t have to buy any drinks! It’s colder
than usual tonight, so I figured you could use some heat to make it go a little
better.”
Aomine didn’t say anything. His heart was beating furiously at the invitation.
…going inside...
…apology…
“Sir?” the brown haired giant asked.
“Then,” Aomine answered after a few seconds, making up his mind to enter the
lounge. “Sorry for the bother.”
“Great!” the man said cheerfully with a smile.
Aomine could smell the smooth, peaceful scent of butter cream and jasmine that
was emitting from the man. It was oddly strong, not so much his scent, but the
entire essence of that man. Aomine sensed that he was strong enough to steady
everything that was beating or moving, yet the richness of the scent itself was
not overwhelming at all. It was the perfect amount.
Aomine Daiki broke into a slight cold sweat and his eyes narrowed a bit to
evaluate this Alpha in front of him.
He was in awe as he stood in front of the rarest power that appeared in an
Alpha — The power of ‘silence.’  
 
The moment Aomine walked in with Kiyoshi, a certain pair of ruby orbs instantly
made their way straight to them. How could his mere existence bring so many
waves of emotion inside of Kagami, and fluctuate so sharply and messy to the
point where he felt that they were all going to shatter in dust of ashes from
exhaustion?
That man was the first man ever who, for some reason, did not need any effort
to ruthlessly destroy and take over his soul.
Even though his attitude was nonchalant, Kagami did not know how long he had
left until he totally broke. His being, his wounded heart, and everything were
considered vulnerable when it came to Aomine Daiki.
What was that man doing here? Again.
***** Stage 4: 5% angel 1% devil - Heart Thief or Street Rat ? Forbidden fruit
named Payback *****
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Kagami’s brain was a mess as he desperately tried to reorder everything. The
reasons were unknown. The neurons in his brain functioned on overdrive to the
point where he was sure they were on the verge of shutting down in order to
cool down for a while. Ironically, all the blood cells in his body ran cold at
the same time and roared in disagreement. The frozen icy thorns squeezed each
of those, connecting together to grow more tendrils as if they just wanted to
pierce Kagami’s body into a bundle of raw meat.
He wanted to run away the moment he saw Aomine Daiki at the front of the
lounge.
 
Damn it all for how his hands were shaking due to something he tried to hide.
 
Fear.
 
Fear for that taboo of a color.
Beyond everything, the pangs of fear sent whips of electricity hitting his
blood vessels and tying around his muscles. It sucked out all the oxygen that
stayed in his lungs, drained all the blood from his face as if just to force
him to cough it all out through his mouth. His eyes were going blank in
seconds. If he were standing right now, Kagami was certain his knees would have
melted down as his whole body would instinctively crawl into a corner to hide
himself from the thorny unsafe fractions around him.
He took a few minutes to cool down his head, and he realized how foolish he had
been. Of course the man was here for some drinks. He was not here for Kagami.
For the love of God, the man was a regular customer of Sun’s. He dabbled in the
place and Kagami was certain, that at every point of his visit, both women and
men were wooed by him. Who in their sane mind could refuse this man?
None of them.
Kagami was convinced that everything would be fine. He would be fine from now
on, until he looked back to see the direction in which the duo were going.
From afar, Aomine slowly approached him, his face unreadable.
And once again, Kagami fell into a damn crapload of oblivion and chaos.
 
Kiyoshi gently touched Kagami’s shoulder as he arrived. “Seems to be one of
your acquaintances, Taiga.”
Aomine lowered his gaze as he spoke. “…… Good evening.”
That deep huskiness unexpectedly made Kagami shudder, though he hadn’t felt
chilly. His crimson retinas burned anxiously, and it struck him with such a
powerful impact that he nearly revealed himself.
No, block it, don’t lower the wall.
Kagami put on his best unaffected facial expression in a usual welcome manner,
though his hands betrayed him by falling into a more vigorous shuddering state.
Kagami tried to claw his fingers.
“…H-Hey…” Kagami really wanted to knock himself out, it irked him a great deal
that his voice was even more hoarse than he wanted it to be.
Aomine fidgeted, unable to form the proper response. “Umm… Hey…”
Kagami could tell the aquamarines were trying yet failing miserably to look
into his own internally panicking red eyes.
They were both silent, the awkwardness obvious.
Kagami intended to speak first, but Aomine beat him to it. “Excuse me, may I
have a private talk with Kagami, please?”
Kagami’s immediate response was to stare at him blankly. He was afraid there
was a stupid expression on his face, but he really had been caught off guard by
Aomine’s request.
And then his internal thoughts were screaming. What did he want to say to him?
Kagami had thought the man didn’t have anything to say to him, considering how
the former had left without a word after their previous encounter. Kagami
wished the nerves would die down, but they swirled in his insides with more
intensity.
It took a moment for the three of them to accept Aomine’s request, yet only
half a second for Kagami to shudder madly, both physically and mentally.
Aomine continued as if he could sense that Kagami was thinking about declining.
“I know it might not be appropriate to ask for this, but I really need to talk
to Kagami… Please.”
Aomine directed his request to Sun, voice sounding sincere and once again
catching Kagami off guard.
Sun seemed to be thoughtfully considering the request from their unexpected
guest. Beside him, Kagami was on high alert and absolutely tensed. Kiyoshi put
all the pieces of the puzzle together and figured out at least the surface of
the matter at hand. This man was probably responsible for Sun’s sudden mood
change, and without a doubt he had everything to do with why Kagami was so
defensive that he was actually bristling, like a tiger with its fur on edge.
And to think of the color, Kiyoshi observed the blue haired man. Now he knew
why the color was so problematic.
Kiyoshi abruptly nudged Sun in attempt to diffuse the tension. “Why don’t we
leave them to themselves here and move to the bar side near the stage?”
Two heads, one red and one olive made a sharp turn to glare at the brown haired
male. Sun was dumbstruck, jaw dropped. Kagami was also shocked, his eyes
contracted as his body shook with utmost fear and anger from betrayal as he
fisted his jeans.
Again, Kiyoshi faced Aomine and he smiled, so unpredictably gentle. “He has to
go home early, so make it quick, okay? We can only give you half an hour.”
“Oi, Teddy, you—”
“It’s only half an hour,” Kiyoshi emphasized each word as he spoke, then set on
the bar a round-shaped tiger cooking alarm clock that they usually used when
baking flan cakes to go with coffee on the menu. “No more, no less. So I
suggest you make it count satisfactorily… Do I make myself clear, Sir?”
At the last sentence, despite his happy-go-lucky smile and attitude, his eyes
were not smiling at all, and everyone could hear Kiyoshi’s voice was lowered in
warning.
An Alpha warning. Go against it, you die.
“I know already even if you don’t say it,” Aomine replied firmly, looking him
straight in the eyes. His demeanor was calm as they dueled a discreet—yet not
so discreet—Alpha one-on-one.
Kagami had been silent after only uttering one word to greet Aomine, and he now
pleadingly sought for a salvation from Sun to get him out of this complicated
plot twist. His eyes evidently displayed terror, and at the same time his face
grew paler as the seconds passed and he turned to Sun.
Sun, help me!
The handsome olive man shot a doubtful look at Kiyoshi.
Kiyoshi did not react to Sun nor did he say anything for a moment. The next
time he did speak, he let out a comfortable laugh, beaming more than usual.
“Great! It seems like we understand each other crystal clear. Let’s go,
Master.”
With that Kiyoshi hurriedly dragged Sun away, leaving Kagami staring horrified
and sitting frozen. Unbelievable. Kagami could not help but feel immense
betrayal. What could he mean to leave him here with Aomine? Kagami swore
Kiyoshi recognized how uneasy Kagami behaved when he saw Aomine.
What was Kiyoshi-san thinking!?
 
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Teddy? That’s one shitty Alpha right
fucking there!” Sun whisper-shouted.
“Fixing things,” Kiyoshi answered with a smile.
“Fix?! FIX?? Fixing, Teddy?? Et puis zut, you call that,” Sun pointed to where
the two young men were standing, with Kagami obviously grimacing uncomfortably,
“Fixing things?! You’re turning it into a ridiculous caricature of a clown
show! Merde, Teddy!”
“Hush now, Sun,” Kiyoshi shook his head lightly. “Don’t you think this is a
really good turning point to ending Kagami’s misery?”
Sun rolled his eye., “Non, Teddy. Not in a million years. That good for nothing
gigantic jerk pushed my baby Tiger away when he saw the bitchin’ wheelchair!
How dare he!!”
Kiyoshi nodded knowingly. “Aah,” he drawled. “So that’s where the smoke of
hostility floating in the air is coming from.” He gestured at his whole body,
“And the reason why you want to have shortcut profits?”
Sun sheepishly turned away, crossing his arms. “Oui.”
“But he came back, didn’t he?” Kiyoshi smirked.
Sun threw a skeptical, but observant gaze over to the awkward zone, his topaz
eyes veiled with worry. It looked like neither had made any moves to converse.
Sun voiced out his thoughts, “Io non la penso così… Once a heart thief, always
a heart thief. Like how men approach women; even if they are not the devils,
then they’re thieves. Hidden motives for you, amigo. I just don’t know why…
What about that jerk caught Taiga’s attention?”
Kiyoshi brought his arm around to squeeze and tap on Sun’s shoulder. “Maybe
he’s different.  I also don’t mind if he’s the Aladdin thief type,” Kiyoshi
said lightening up the mood.
Sun turned to Kiyoshi with a shocked expression on his face again.
“Are you crazy? Want some medicine? That’s no Aladdin! That’s a street rat, I’m
telling you. Strada Ratto!”
Kiyoshi tried to refrain from bursting out into laughter. “Aladdin street rat.”
“Non, typical street rat!”
“Alpha Strada Ratto… Then why don’t we see where this is going? I guarantee I
will make that brat disappear from Kagami’s life if I ever sense something
wrong with Kagami. For now I think Kagami is only angry at the blue haired for
the reason that we all know… don’t we…?”
Sun could not argue against that because it was true. Judging from Taiga’s
usual personality, it was best not to wear the lounge’s official dark navy blue
uniforms today or else the little Tiger might have a more painful experience.
Sun half-regretted letting Kiyoshi get him away from the scene. Though he also
half-agreed that this might be the best solution, too.
“…You’re taking full responsibility though, Teddy,” Sun said with a groan,
raising his white flag without looking at Kiyoshi.
“Why, of course,” Kiyoshi agreed happily.
“Fanculo, why does that shitty brat come here? I must ask that as well.” Sun
fisted the cleaning cloth in his hand.
Kiyoshi snickered. “When you did something wrong, Sun, you apologized, too.”
 
Kagami tried not to let his reluctance seem too obvious. Aomine was a regular
at ‘Tenshi Oashisu’, a high class suit type at that, if the brands he was
wearing were anything to go by. Armani for sure. Kagami was pretty sure the
scarf and coat Aomine was wearing was listed in limited edition catalogues of
combined merchandises of Versace and Hermes in production, and his sunglasses
Dior. Typical. Thus, it was reasonable enough for Kagami to tolerate for some
minutes, hopefully, in order to help Sun’s lounge maintain a good reputation
and assure the establishment of a long-term customer relationship. VIP customer
relationship. It might not be much, but better less than none when it came to
profits. Better revenue for Sun was more necessary and stronger than the urge
to kick the man in front of him out of the tavern.
He mentally asked God to help him when Aomine’s alluring scent once again
struck his nostrils and worse, even richer this time. His body reacted to
Aomine so much it pained him to the point he felt numb. The ‘scent blocking’
wall Kagami had built up could not stand the Alpha in front of him—the deadly
unwanted fact was that there were cracks which allowed the marine cocoa wine
fragrance to slip through to test his body control. This primal, overwhelming
aura surrounding Kagami, now that they were alone, poked the sleeping spikes of
adrenaline and hormones that had been chained and also sedated since the old
days. Even alcoholic chocolates were not this bitterly tempting and sweetly
dizzying. The scent was squeezing his body, almost like inviting him to embrace
and drown in it …… on a bed.
It was a contradiction; a war of physical attraction and harsh reality,
fighting for dominance of both mind and body of a subject—of him.
“About this afternoon…”
Kagami jolted himself as he focused back on their current situation
“I uh—I…I didn’t— I’m sorry for comporting myself so badly…I shouldn’t have
done that to you. You certainly did not deserve to be treated that way, and
umm… I’m really sorry,” Aomine nervously said, managing to keep a straight face
despite a panic storm raging inside his head.
Another glance at the redhead had Aomine spotting something in Kagami's ears
that he hadn't noticed before.
What the… They were what could only be hearing aids... Right?
 
…
 
Reality mercilessly dawned on Aomine. The man felt as if a storm of chills had
risen up his spine and absorbed into his blood as his legs were ready to give
out.
Bloody fucking shit, Satsuki was gonna throw a big tantrum if he could not pull
this apology off the right way. He would definitely be damned and done for.
Jumping down from Tokyo Bay could not even clear the sin he had committed.
The red haired was taken aback. Of all reasons, this man returned just to
apologize for how rude he had behaved? Kagami slightly lifted up his face to
confirm what was on his mind but quickly turned it down again when they
accidentally locked their gazes with each other. Kagami wondered in those short
seconds if he had seen Aomine’s oddly indescribable sincerity and… was that
guilt on his face?
“It’s fine… I really don’t mind much…” Kagami said, his tone somewhat hollow.
Actually, he was fretted away by it like a stupid love-sick idiot. He mentally
gave himself a slap to the face as a warning self-punishment. “Honestly, just
forget it!” His voice was strained and wavered as Kagami tried to fake his best
smile even while sporting a pale face.
That seemed to work well because the expression on Aomine’s face softened. He
looked less nervous, shifting his body less and his eyes stopped traveling
everywhere but Kagami’s eyes. Aomine gazed with determined focus back at Kagami
with obvious relief.
That pair of navy eyes, as deep as a bottomless abyss, had Kagami’s breath
tightening in his chest, leaving him with no way to escape and it burnt him
alive. This encounter had done nothing but strange re-orders to him. It
affected his emotions something intense, and to forget it like a brief
beautiful dream was just too tragic and ridiculously funny. Kagami hadn’t cried
since acknowledging that his mobility freedom would be dependent on a
wheelchair, not to mention his sudden hearing difficulty from out of nowhere
stabbed a second panicking fury to his messed up body condition. Yet somehow
his tear-gland chose this moment to have a dysfunction error that stung his
retina whenever he blinked to stop the tears from falling and he felt sore on
the bridge of his nose.
Kagami spoke before he could even rationally think twice. “I don’t think it
would be bad if we can become friends.”
…
When no response came from the person opposite him Kagami’s heart sunk low in
empty disappointment. Such bitterness when even friendship cannot save some
memorable remains of this situation and how Kagami realized his desperation
towards the man with those glorious azure aquamarines. His heart sunk low and—
“Would you still go out with me this Friday?”
 
An extremely eerie silence took over the scene.
 
Kagami was positive that he had misheard something and stayed frozen to give
Aomine a chance to correct his saying. Instead, it did not come as Kagami
expected to.
 
While at the moment, Aomine was internally screaming and shouting in a rampage,
he could not stop himself as soon as he registered what he had said when words
unconsciously shot out of him.
#>@$%\<asdfghjkl^&*?” !!!!! The hell ?!! What was he even doing ??? Aomine
horrifyingly freaked out.
“Well, I—really want to make up for my mistake, so uhh…”, Pull yourself
together, Daiki, you fucking shit! Apologize and just accept the offer of frie—
“I guess one date won’t do much harm, right?” And his mouth just chose the
extremely, undoubtedly damn wrong moment to rebel against its host.
…
An even more eerie silence filled the air and froze their surroundings.
This time, Kagami gradually looked up, directing his staring at Aomine with
doubt, his ruby eyes foggy and unreadable. It was like the blue haired man had
just kicked something inside his head that just made Kagami switch off
something and then become weird, despite how his usual reaction would be a
rueful yet radiant smile.
Then inside Aomine’s head, he was chasing tons of Pocari cans and angrily tried
to kick all of them out of Earth.
Oh screw the Pocari boobs out of him !!! Fucking screw it !!! He had fucked
everything up ! Shit !!!
 
Aomine returned to his fidgeting self and even sweated more this time like he
was taking a shower with his clothes on. He held his keys tightly in his pocket
and tried not to sound too croak when he spoke “I mean…”
 
Oh~ you broke my heart~
 
Out of nowhere, loud music started to slam the whole lounge from the volumes
hanging on the walls and ceiling and left Aomine startled and dumbstruck.
…
Talking about the right time, right place and appropriate occasion...
 
I told you I was weak for love
But then you went around
And did what you wanted to do
 
… Aomine could certainly feel that there was this familiar déjà vu surrounding
them.
 
And now I’m crying … crying …
 
The blue head felt a kick from a horse to his gut and it fucking hurt like
Hell. Or worse, he was sure not even Hell could reach that level of pain.
But he tried not to show panic on his face.
 
Ooh it seemed like everything was going fine
…
I even LOL … man I should've known
 
Trying not to let the hidden implement in the music get to him, Aomine soothed
his voice “About what I said earlier, our Friday night date—”
 
Why, why you're doing what you do ?
You, you might as well just tell the honest truth
See I'm not really down with this
 
Aomine was extremely panicking, but he decided not to show on his face.
Kagami leaned on one side with his arms and palmed his face with one hand, his
head lifted up to the other side. He concentrated on Aomine as a glint of spark
flashed briefly through his eyes. Gone was the sorrowful red grape wine colored
in the orbs and some mysteriously piqued interest popped up as substitution.
The red head seemed to be interestingly piqued by what Aomine was planning to
say next.
Aomine was a bit confused by the one eighty degree turn around attitude of
Kagami, yet he managed to utter some words, “The date, I was hoping that—”
until the singer’s voice cut off his speech wondrously bizarre.
 
Don't even try to act like Mr. Super Nonchalant
What makes you think I'll stick around
I'm not as stupid as you sound ... and you sound really dumb right now
 
Aomine felt there was an imaginary arrow shot through his head. He took another
chance again while cursing the song to be so damn accurate in the wrong moment.
He was stressed and panicking.
But he tried not to show so on his face. And his face muscles now hurt from
being restrained.
“I mean I really want us to—”
 
I got two, oo~h oo~h letters for you
 
“ … that …”
 
One of them's F
 
Another imaginary shot through his torso
Oh Kami … Aomine could be ninety percent certain what implication the next
lyric would mean.
 
… and the other one's U
 
Knew it!
 
'Cause what you gotta do … is go get yourself a clue
 
Aomine opened his mouth again but…
 
Only two, oo~h oo~h letters to choose
 
Rain of imaginary arrows attacked Aomine as they danced along with the music
rhythm, did their best to match the beat and landed on the tanned male
Why did it feel like he was listening to Kagami’s answer?
 
One of them's F … and the other one's U
 
The possibility was pretty damn high because from the beginning Aomine observed
Kagami, due to his personal experience, he knew that Kagami was not the warm
and fragile man he met that afternoon. His aura had completely changed into
something else.
This was definitely a work of Kami’s hands
 
SMH, I'm pressing send on you
 
The batter hit the ball and got a homerun. In this case, Aomine thought he was
the ball, to be honest.
Aomine was certain that he could feel sweat pouring down on his forehead, his
face and his hands, along with an extreme chill he felt on his spine.
…Well, he had better damn kick himself out of the lounge before being swept
out, figuratively and literally.
 
Misery must have shown on his face because in seconds a laughter that struck
him like the sound of melodious bells greeted him with the warmth of a million
suns. He traced the sound to a certain red head.
“Pffttt~~~~Ha ha ha ! Oh ~~ Ha ha ha~~~~”
Kagami clutched his abdomen as he bent his body forward and laughed
wholeheartedly with utmost joy.  
It was like a rainbow or some sparkling shit had finally showered on him when
Aomine saw Kagami smile. His cheeks were bloomed in a natural rosy color that
Aomine used to see when Satsuki or his sister applied their apple rouge
cosmetic, like soft peaches. The corners of his eyes crinkled with amusement
and the magnificent portrait was even more gorgeous when Aomine’s eyes followed
a path towards the elegantly lifted curve of those lush, full lips, revealing
pearl white teeth that added more mesmerizing effects on Aomine. When was the
last time he was even this relieved ever since he had luckily sneaked away from
his mother’s wrath for being absent from her birthday years ago?
As long as Kagami was smiling, Aomine would not mind if that meant he was a
laughing stock.
“Haha … Mmm … Ahem ..…pfftt … heh heh he he~~ … Hmmm”. Kagami tried to muffle
his laugh, to clear his throat after minutes of enjoying himself too much of
one hilariously awkward moment. He should pretty much loosen up a bit and go
all out once in a while. Besides, what could be worse than setting up a date
with this man? Kagami looked at Aomine again and hummed against his crossed
fingers, still keep a slender curve on his mouth, eyes shining with moisture.
One of his hands left his face and he lifted his first three fingers to his
forehead. Kagami carefully observed Aomine like he wanted to see the latter
through when the line between his brows appeared again.
“Do you even know what you’re talking about, Aomine?” Kagami asked.
Aomine nodded automatically, still a little dumbfounded at Kagami’s latest
reaction. He could not go back now.
Kagami closed his eyes just to open them again with a gentle, yet bitter smile
and shook his head lightly. “You have absolutely no idea now, do you, Aomine? …
You don’t have to do this for me if you’re so reluctant or just to entertain me
to make up for your fault.” He clearly had never been with a paraplegic person
before to be so confident and foolish to think it was something like solving an
elementary math problem, where one minus one equals zero.
“It wasn’t just my … wheelchair,” Kagami pushed himself so much to keep himself
calm and his voice steady when he uttered his thorny sensitive word. “Depending
on the place we’ll go, you might as well carry other tons of damn petty stuff,
which I assure you that the lightest of them all weigh for two to three and a
half pounds.”
Aomine did not miss a beat. “Well then I assure you that I will try my best to
assist you if you let me. I’m a quick learner. Show me what I must do.”
Kagami’s pulse pounded again. He took a deep inhale to prevent his emotional
outburst from venting out on the man. After for a good while, somehow Kagami
made up his mind.
“Okay … Let’s have a make-up date next Friday.”
Kagami slowly gifted Aomine another bright sunny smile as he faced the latter
again.
 
…
 
Ah… What was that people always said about angels?  
Aomine felt his entire body flamed up with utmost desire to the point of
shaking, and he felt his throat run dry when he replied dumbly in dazzlement.
“Fucking great.”
Aomine groaned and slapped his face in surrender. His mouth, it was always his
mouth; it always got the best of him.
God. Damn It!
Kagami chuckled at his action. “Not a smooth talker now, are we?” Crimson rose
orbs flickered.
You’re an exception, Aomine thought. He knew he should ask for the red head’s
number and give the other his but his body would not listen since his mind had
not yet recovered from the blissful shock wave of finally being able to fix his
shit miraculously with his shitty attitude and clumsy behavior. On a top of
that, getting a D.A.T.E with an angel with amazing ruby eyes that could caress
tenderly one’s soul and was so endearing that brought one to tears...
For a typical worst jerk of jerks, according to Satsuki’s saying, it was indeed
a miracle that he got out of this alive with a big fat bonus. Absolutely
putting a cherry on the top of a cake.
Before Aomine could register what was going on, Kagami tore a sheet of notepad
on the countertop, scribbled down something and handed it over to Aomine.
“Let’s meet at 7pm here next Friday. Since you’re the one who wants to make it
up for me, I expect you picking me up would sound reasonable, no? You can think
of where we’ll go later then.”
“Of course I’ll pick you up.” Aomine received the note like receiving diamonds,
feeling like a child receiving his highest grade on a test when numbers on the
paper got his eyes’ attention. Kagami’s number!
“If something comes up and you need to postpone, or even want to cancel, you
can come here and leave a message for Sun during the evening. He will inform me
immediately. Though, I’d really appreciate a direct call from you beforehand
ASAP. For someone like me… getting ready to go somewhere isn’t  simple like
other people… It ummm… takes quite much time…”
The hollow tone in Kagami’s voice made Aomine snap his head up so fast he
thought he would break his neck. Looking at how worn out and broken he looked,
he firmly replied, “I’ll sort things out and call you …”
Kagami blinked and moved his eyesight down in a melancholy way when he heard
the answer. His hands shook again to clench the jean fabric.
“…and let you know where I’ll take you,”
Kagami jolted as he felt a certain warmth touch his face. He let his eyes roll
in surprise as he roamed over the blue haired, absolutely stunned at what was
happening. Kagami heard the husky voice slip through his ears to flutter his
heart even more. “… so that you can command me to bring whatever the hell you
need for the occasion.”
He did not know when it happened, but here he was, courage flooded his body and
his guts feeling bigger. He bowed his back down a bit to reach out his hand and
glaze Kagami’s peachy pink cheek. And shit, it sounds fucking damn sappy and
sissy and all, more of Satsuki’s stuff. Thus, the way Kagami surprisingly
rounded his eyes innocently and the way his face was turning to the same color
as his hair did not help at all as Aomine struggled to block the uprising
desire to kiss fu—Oh no, not now, you fucking fool— bad Daiki, bad !
Aomine retreated his hand as his face hid his flustered feelings.
This was dangerously ridiculous because of the frequent disobedience of his
body that had rocketed ever since it involved the man named Kagami Taiga.
Kagami recovered his sense after another mental surprise and cleared his voice,
“Ahem, … If you don’t mind, I’d probably need your contact info for future
convenience … you know, … in case I could not make it …”
Now this successfully got Aomine out of his awkward stupor in the speed of
light. He looked at the redhead in abashed astonishment. “You’re not trying to
beat around the bush with the rejection, right?” Aomine quirked his eyebrow
worriedly.
Kagami glared at Aomine, “What are you saying? I’m not a scaredy cat to avoid
your freaking apology date, my schedule fluctuates unpredictably… And I’m not
the one who ran off after seeing a walking aid.” Kagami directed his gaze away
from Aomine and mumbled the last sentence.
“Geh—!!!” Another stab to the tanned male’s heart. Aomine exhaled
apologetically, “…That, I’m truly sorry…”
They both went silent again, unable to find anything to say.
Aomine then reached for the earlier notepad and used the pen in his pocket suit
to quickly jot down his contact info and handed it over to the red head. “Call
me through this if you need anything.”
Kagami stared at Aomine. “Anything ?”
The tanned male swallowed heavily and tried not to freak out. “I mean, if you
want some company… or another meet up after the date, maybe … that’s fine for
me, you know … I mean, uhh, a hang-out folk or … drinking buddy?” Great, now he
was stuttering. So much for the natural, smooth suave Aomine bloodline.
“… Okay, I’ll consider it”, Kagami hesitantly took the paper note from Aomine.
The feel of skin touching skin Aomine experienced from Kagami’s fingers was
phenomenal. Even though it was just a light fleeting graze, the places where
they met ground small yet sharply edgy heat of air electrified both of their
spinal cords, and that tiny bit of energy spread widely to every neuron of
their bodies, making both males shiver with excitement. Yet they decided to not
speak about it.
“… I’ll see you around then?” Aomine asked as he took out his car keys and
looked at Kagami expectantly.
Kagami nodded in return and reversed the look at Aomine, “I’ll see you around…”
 
“What was that?”
Kagami made a brief confused look to the owner’s skeptically tense voice, his
brows furrowed a bit with slight annoyance. He immediately returned to his gaze
to where a blue head was exiting.
Sun followed Kagami’s line of sight and sighed tiredly.
“You’re not that far to become an old man if you keep sighing like that, Sun”,
Kagami’s eyes never left Aomine’s silhouette, not even for half a second.
Sun irritatingly flicked his eyes at his younger brother. “Well, excusez moi,
monsieur Taiga,” Sun huffed mockingly. “Don’t blame me for worrying for some-
certain-one because that person wascoincidently my emotionally-vulnerable
brother. Plus, that thing,” Sun pointed at where Aomine’s car disappeared, as
he stressed each of his words, “is trash you’re dealing with and highly,
withgreat potential,want to continuously deal with.”
Kagami turned himself around to face Sun and replied in a calm, consonant
harmonization, his hands turning the cooking alarm clock off, “And that part of
a song was pretty damn coincidently right-on-spot, played at the precisely
accurate moment, isn’t that right, Sun? Hmm?” Kagami quirked one of his
eyebrows. He curled his lips, “And really? Is this the reason why you don’t
want to wear your proper uniform? I am not that weak to not be able to see that
color. What did you expect, huh? That I’d wear out myself sobbing and mulling
over old wounds?”
“I don’t even know what you’re talking about”, Sun refused to admit, “Plus,
don’t you dare challenge me on the latter matter, monsieur. I’m the one, who in
the end, has to follow your ass and clean up your emotional shit.”
Kagami squinted, and said with a disagreeing attitude, “Some maturity you’ve
shown in adulthood at your age, Sunny, une certaine maturité réelle.”
“Never mess with His Highness Motosuwa Sun, commoners~~~ Now, the hell is going
on with you and that filth?”
Kagami exhaled at his brother’s childishness. “Nothing, Sun.”
Kiyoshi strolled in from behind Kagami, and leaned on the back of his
wheelchair. “Hearing this, I assume it went better than expected?” he smiled.
“Sorry about earlier, Taiga, I mean no harm; but I feel a necessary push is
needed for some cases.”
Kagami playfully slapped Kiyoshi’s arm. “And you, Giant Sweet-tooth Kuma, you
gave me a heart attack right there! Warn me first before deciding to act so
sudden!”
“I’ll make you some sweet bobba tofu to make it up next time,” Kiyoshi grinned
and kissed the younger’s hair. He wrapped his arms around Kagami in a gentle
bear hug and rocked his body side to side.
Kagami chuckled and leaned backward a bit. “You’d better.”
The olive hair looked annoyingly at the warm, sweet, fluff scene, and demanded
their attention. “Ahem, can we focus more on the main point?”
The other two turned to face the olive beauty, eyes wide. “What main point?”
Sun didn’t answer for a moment.
“As I was saying,” Sun tapped his hands after cuffing both of their heads.
“What happened back there between you and that goddamn Alpha, Taiga?”
Kagami rubbed his head and grumbled, “I told you, it’s nothing—oww, you overdid
it with that knock, Sun.”
Sun did not mind even one bit. “Looks absolutely like something to me, Taiga.
Don’t take advantage of your chance, spill it. Now.”
“Tch,” Kagami clicked his tongue, “He just said sorry and asked for a date.”
Sun could felt his jaw dropped. “CE QUE LE BAISEEEEEEER ?????!!!”
Kagami cringed at the loud decibel hitting his ears, and yelled back “Fanculo,
Sun ! What’s your problem??? Are you high???? Dannazione!!!” Kagami caressed
his left ear when it turned sore and started to send spikes if pain. “And it’s
a make-up date, as he referred.”
Sun huffed irritatingly, “I don’t care what type of date. And what, did you
refuse?”
Kagami retorted, “No.”
Kiyoshi widened his eyes at how Kagami had accepted so nonchalantly. “Wow,
Taiga. That’s something I did not expect to hear.”
Kagami just chuckled ruefully.
Sun was even more flabbergasted. “No! Wait a minute!!! Time out, ladies! What
in the heck depth of Tartarus did I just miss???” The olive male crossed his
arms. “How come you two can be so normal about that?!! I demand an
explanation!”
Kagami threw his notepad and hit bull’s eye at the center of Sun’s face.
“Oww!!! That hurts, you damn Tiger!!!”
“It’s not what you think it is so shut the fuck up and hand me my smart phone
near the vase besides you, Sun,” Kagami half-glared at the older male.
“And who do want to call at this hour, Taiga? Kuroko is coming to get you.” Sun
wailed as he rubbed his nose, handing Kagami his phone.
The redhead did not answer but concentrated on the numbers he wanted to dial,
he waited for the other receiver side to pick up as the tururu sound was cut
off and a witty chirp rang through his ears, “Casa di Eros Lounge’s speaking~”
Kagami mouth lifted a slight curve, “It’s me, Kacchan.”
The other line went silent for a moment and recovered quickly, “Oh my gosh! Is
that you, Tai-chan??? Why, it’s been quite a while, you know? Aww~~ How come
you never stop by these days? Start frequenting here again, hon, we’ve missed
you~~~”
Kagami could not help but giggle at the other’s reaction, some things never
changed. “I’ll see into it later, right now there’s something I need you to do.
Get that naughty lioness in with you if possible.”
Apparently, Kagami’s bizarre out-of-nowhere request hit the receiver quite
harder than the former had thought. “Whoa~ Mr. Pain-In-The-Ass Independence
needs help, huh? Is the sun setting in the East today or are you extremely
high?!! You know the Honey Cheddar & Mozzarella chips right??? Did you dip
those in Vodka Mayonnaise??? I bet you’re having the heck of your time with
that toxic olive prince and violent giant bear!!!”
Kagami did not need to ask again to know if the others agreed or not, they
would always for him. That Kagami knew. “… Code red.”
Kagami could hear three gasps coming from the other end of the receiver and two
people next to him. He could feel their rolling eyes and frozen jaws dropped,
though Kagami assumed Kiyoshi,  being a true adult more than the rest, was less
obvious when just a tiny huff of air was breathed in.
“…What’s wrong ?”
“Huh?” the receiver jolted.
Kagami sighed and shook his head while looking up, snickered amusingly. “Guess
I should do this more often, then. Now I know why Alex enjoys striking
thunderous news on people without minding the TPO.”
The other side uttered with disbelief, “Are you really serious?”
Kagami nodded firmly even though the other could not see. “Yes. I’ll send you
the numbers later. Bonne nuit, Kazunari.”
A gleeful voice answered, “Good night, Tai-chan.”
Kagami slid the screen on his phone to end the call and turned back just to see
Sun ogling him like he was a strange alien. “Wipe that stupid look off your
face, Sun.”
“But I thought you wanted to go on a date with him,” Sun was confused.
“I told you, didn’t I? That things are not what you think they are.”
Kiyoshi hummed interestingly. “Hmmm~ And here I thought you’d go with the flow
and take it easy.”
Kagami looked at Kiyoshi meaningfully. He purred, “Indeed, Kiyoshi-san. I am
going with the flow … My flow.”
Kagami reached out for a glass of Chateau D’ Yquem, a mistake order by a
customer earlier, and knocked himself out with every last drop of it.
“Oi oi, take it easy there,” Sun scrunched his face
Kagami played with the wine glass between his fingers skillfully. “You know,
Sun, I suddenly don’t want to tolerate anymore.” He twirled the glass around in
his hand, “Enough is enough.”
He would not be played around anymore, never again.
He should pretty much loosen up a bit and go all out once in a while. Besides,
what could be worse than setting up a date with this man?
That was right. He would go all out once in a while.
No.
Once and for all.
 
To totally destroy that man.
 
And I don't, I don't give a flying
…
Only two, oo~h oo~h letters to choose
One of them's F … and the other one's U

SMH, I'm pressing send on you
Chapter End Notes
     Next time: Some naughty 'foreplay' that leave the whole BLAU LUNA
     gone wild, and for the first time in history, all of the employees in
     BLAU LUNA and members of the Aomine clan have never seen their heir
     so 'dot dot dot'
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