The fifth night, Kise returned, returned, as the prince sat on another swing swaying as Kise had before. He watched the golden gem take his usual place looking very tired, so he finally spoke up. "Would you rather go home? We can go to my house if you'd like?" "I haven't even got your name." He says again, looking half asleep. "Aomine Daiki," The prince kneels and catches Kise's hand, in his, "At you service, my dear." He said with a slight smirk. Kise looked at him sleepily, a faint blush crossing his pale cheeks, he shivers, The October wind is cold tonight, and his mother is losing her glow. She's dying, but re-birth is upon them. A week, and six days, Kise counts. He nods lightly, finally deciding upon his answer, the prince, Aomine, cocks his brow slightly, "We can go to your house." Aomine grins, and grabs Kise's hand and pulls him through the trees, going deeper into the darkness, dread filled his insides again, as he begins to hum to calm himself. "Sing aloud, if you'd like." The prince offers, Kise immediately splits his lips apart as lyrics flow from between them, Russian, this time. Something his grandfather had taught him from a war far away in the past.
"Tili-tili-bom
Close your eyes rather
Someone goes outside the window,
and knock at the door.
Tili-tili-bom.
Screams night bird.
He had already made his way into the house.
For those who can not sleep.
He goes ... He already close ...
Tili-tili-bom.
You hear someone nearby?
lurking around the corner,
and pierces the eye.
Tili-tili-bom."Aomine grins, he loves this lullaby. Only when Kise sings it. Anything to cross Kise's lips is gold, just like him. "Aominecchi? How much longer? I'm tired, and I'd like some tea..." "Two minutes, perhaps, you should sing more. If you look ahead, you can see my house." Kise nodded. He didn't bother looking, he just sang. He saw a fairie fly past him, hopefully he would see the children, and his mother moon would shine, even as she dies.
They make it to Aomines' house. Kise woke up when he saw the house. It's a castle, more than anything! Aomine smirked at the surprise on Kise's face. He led his golden gem to the kitchen and put on a pot of water for tea. He pulled out two cups for them, when a thought struck, "Are you hungry?" Kise thought for a minute. "Yea, a little. Do you have any onigiri?" Aomine nodded, and pulled two rice balls from his fridge, "I made these earlier today actually." Kise grinned, "I had a feeling." The water whistled, and he turned around quickly to grab it. He poured the water in the cups and grabbed the tea leaves he stored. "Would you like mint?" Kise nodded, he sent a wink towards Kise, and mocked his voice, "I had a feeling."
They finished their tea and rice, and before Kise had the chance, Aomine was pulling him towards a spare bedroom. "You can sleep here tonight, it'd be too much of a hassle for you to walk all the way home alone at three o'clock in the morning." Kise nodded, "Thank you Aominecchi, I really appreciate it. And thank you for the tea." With that, Aomine said his final goodnight, and made his way off to his own bed. That night Kise's dreams were filled with thousands of past lives worth of Aomines' love.
The morning of the sixth day was a Saturday. The sun shone bright, a common enemy of both the prince of eternal damnnation and the golden gem, whom resembled the sun so, with such irony. Kise woke up first and found his way to the kitchen, finally getting a good look at the beautiful architecture and interior designs. He was reminded of a castle from the past.
Kise was cooking breakfast, as Aomine entered the area, to grab a pitcher of orange juice. Kise turned to say good moring and was absolutely stunned by what he saw. Aomine had deep blue hair, and deep ocean blue eyes, his skin was tanned, like he spent most of his life in the sun, he wore a pain of basketball shorts that stood out from his fancy house. He bore a matching jersey, showing off his caramelized biceps, and strong hands. He hadn't noticed Kise yet, which was good, because if he had, he would have seen Kise's slacked jaw, and thought him weird.
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Heartless.
RomanceKise Ryota. His colour was gold. He had golden hair, the colour of the sun, amber eyes, the colour of a gem, his voice was of the greatest musical pitches. He was a bright person in general, and warm. He was welcoming and many loved him. He was ener...