Comatose

7. Hurricanes

❝You're like the wind, I'm like the rain. Together we both make hurricanes.❞

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SIETE:

HURRICANES

Standing in the middle of the court, Kaiya took a deep breath and gripped the orange ball in her hands. The moon shone bright in a cloudless sky, pouring its white tears across the concrete ground and battling against the dark shadows looming at the other side of the metal fence. Her eyes took in the quiet park that surrounded the court, in the trees that stared expectantly like fans in a stadium.

In the silence of the night, she felt her mind slip into a distant memory.

She didn't recall what day of the week it had been, or the colour of her shirt. But she hadn't been able to erase that fleeting moment from her tortured mind.

Like one normal afternoon after her first year at high school, Kaiya was enjoying the spring air and soft touch of sunlight in the park. Her house was far from it, but she always made sure to take a detour to breath in the refreshing moment of peace she never failed to meet between thick trunks and distant laughter.

Aria walked next to her, complaining about that blond head of idiocy she crushed on. Her voice was but a simply disruption in the melody of silence Kaiya had captured in her ears, an oddly-comforting note that accompanied the familiar symphony.

To be honest, she still couldn't remember what they were talking about. Perhaps, because something else had made every detail of that afternoon fade into oblivion.

His voice.

Even now, Kaiya could hear it speaking in her head — that deep, smoky drawl that had broken through her wall of silence like lightening pierced through a cloud to set a fire in the forest underneath.

"I said I ain't in the mood to play, damn it. Go find someone else."

His words slipped past as her mind held on to the vibration in the air as that voice shook her body with a power that made her stop dead in her tracks. Following it to the source was a natural instinct she couldn't fight against, and she was surprised to find herself coming face to face with a metal fence.

"Of course," huffed Aria behind her as the curious girl glanced around, not having expected for a basketball court to be in the park she thought she knew like the back of her hand. "Is there nothing on your mind other than basketball?"

Tilting her head to glare at her, Kaiya crossed her arms and turned around. Unaware of the sudden quietness behind her and of the blue-eyes that had suddenly landed on her, she shrugged at her friend.

"Basketball is my only dream, so why should I worry about anything else?"

That was the end of the conversation, because the feeling of someone standing behind her caused Kaiya to crane her neck to glance over her shoulder. His smirk was as dangerous as confident as his blue eyes gave her a look that screamed his inner thoughts, and when he spoke, she knew she was a goner.

"That's my line," the tall boy commented in a lazy drawl, with an underlying tone of interest that drew a similar smile on her face. "Aomine Daiki."

As he introduced himself, his confidence grew. Turning around, Kaiya held his alluring gaze for a second too long. Unable to stop her eyes from caressing his form as he leaned against the fence and watched her like she was his prey, she took in his athletic body and masculine scent.