Infatuated with the Devil
"Aomine-kun, you idiot, where are you? You better come back to school for practice right now!"
Aomine grimaced as Satsuki's voice screamed shrilly over the line. Knowing that he will get it from her later, but not really caring, he disconnected the phone line. He breathed a small sigh of relief as he threw his phone into his bag. He woke up this morning feeling sick and in an irritable mood. Going for practice doesn't seem to be a good idea while he's in a bad mood.
He slowed down slightly when he felt a wave of dizziness washed over him. Biting his bottom lip in annoyance, he sucked hard on the straw, soothing his sore throat with the gassy, cold drink in his hand. Being sick was a bitch, he thought viciously as he crushed the empty can and tossed it away.
He looked up in boredom, watching the passing vehicles on the streets. The slight breeze teased his short hair gently, cooling his warm skin. Aomine blinked slowly as his attention was drawn towards a small figure in pink. On the road.
"What the hell?" All tranquillity broken, he straightened immediately, eyes wide with shock. He saw the speeding car racing towards the oblivious young girl, headlights flashing menacingly.
He swore loudly and reacted instantly, not really thinking of the consequences. He dropped his bag and leaped over the guardrail, using one hand as support. He dropped down beside the girl, wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. The girl squeaked in surprise, small, delicate hands reaching for the black and white toy cat lying on the gravel. Aomine knew, that with his phenomenal speed, he could have gotten both the girl and himself safely away. However, the desperate tears in the girl's eyes as she wailed for her 'kitty' made him hesitated. He glanced at the tattered toy and sighed in exasperation, thinking that he must have really gone mad as he snatched the toy up from the ground.
His prodigious mind had already calculated the amount of time taken as he bended down to grab the toy and passed it to the girl.
As he pushed the girl's head against his chest, he threw himself to the side as the car went careening passed him. He instinctively crushed the girl against his body as he felt the car slammed right into the side of his leg. Something cracked ominously. He cried out in pain as he hit the ground, still holding the girl firmly in his arms.
For a split moment, everything was silent. Complete, utter silence. Time paused.
Then as time started up again, the pain came. Aomine gasped as his vision blurred with pained tears. His grip on the girl loosened as his body curled up slightly, as if to protect himself from harm. He didn't even hear the girl shrieking and howling with fear, grasping his arm tightly. He was deaf to everything around him.
My leg, he thought deliriously. He blindly reached for his right leg. He couldn't feel his leg at all.
He forced his eyes to remain open. His dark eyes were dull and blank, staring unblinkingly at the sky above him. I should have gone to practice today, he thought inwardly.
Then who would save that girl? A voice that sounded suspiciously like Kuroko whispered in his mind.
Shit, Aomine thought. He's starting to hear voices of people that were not there.
Suddenly, flaming red interrupted his vision of sky blue. He barely registered the pair of red orbs floating above him.
So red. He frowned as his vision started to blacken at the edges. Red. Like... blood.
Aomine stopped thinking.
He woke up to the incessant crying of Satsuki. He blinked wearily and looked down at the messy pink hair on his chest.
"Stop crying, Satsuki." He murmured tiredly, trying to feel his fingers under the girl's weight. "I'm not dead yet."
That one second he wasted on retrieving the toy nearly killed him though. He was surprised that he was even alive.
Satsuki's head snapped up at the sound of his voice. He grimaced as a fresh wave of tears appeared at the rim of her lower lids. "Aomine-kun, you're awake!"
"Obviously." He muttered, rolling his eyes. "Your shrieking could wake the dead."
He winced as Satsuki's face turned pale. Sometimes he could really be so tactless. Satsuki wiped at her eyes and jumped onto him, smashing her chest into his face. He choked in surprise, arms flailing wildly as the girl clung onto him, sobbing with relief.
Other men would kill to be in his position, and he would gladly give it to them. He preferred his life, thank you very much.
"Enough, Satsuki." A familiar, annoyingly silky voice that Aomine faintly recognized as his captain called out in amusement. "You're going to suffocate our ace if you don't let go."
Satsuki pouted childishly, but obediently let go of Aomine. She gazed at him in concern as he coughed and spluttered, trying to regain his breath.
"What happened?" he asked confusedly, looking up to see his teammates gathered around him.
A more cynical part in his mind was surprised to see that they even bothered to visit him. After all, there were no love lost between the team and him. He knows that they hated him.
"You skipped practice and got yourself nearly ran over by a car, you idiot!" Wakamatsu yelled, and was that concern Aomine heard in his voice? "Are you trying to kill yourself?"
"Wakamatsu is right. If you want to kill yourself, do so after the Winter Cup." Imayoshi said quietly, a dangerous gleam in his dark eyes.
To Aomine's surprise, even Sakurai spoke up. "Y-Yes. We were very worried when we got the call from your mother, Aomine-san. I'm glad to see that you're alright now."
"Who's being worried, you dumbass?" Wakamatsu shouted. Sakurai flushed and started apologizing profusely. Aomine watched them with bemusement. He was surprised to hear the hint of worry and anger in his teammates' voices. Sure, he might have become a little nicer by turning up for practices more frequently after the match with Kise, but that shouldn't have changed things that much between the team and himself.
"You injured your leg, Aomine-kun. Fortunately, you didn't broke it, merely fractured your fibula bone." Satsuki said loudly over the frantic apologies of Sakurai and angry denials from Wakamatsu.
She do not know if it's pure luck or not, but apparently Aomine had loosened his muscles at the last minute of the collision, allowing his entire leg to absorb the impact. If he hadn't, his fibula bone wouldn't only be a mere fracture. Aomine was truly a monster, she thought apprehensively.
"When can I be released?" Aomine asked bluntly, glaring around him. White walls, white sheets, white bed, why the hell is everything white?
"At least a week." Satsuki sighed. Then she rested her hands on her hips, bending slightly to glare at him. "And when are you going to tell me you are sick, Aomine-kun?"
Aomine paled slightly. He could see his team leaving the room silently from the corner of his eyes, leaving him to the wrath of their manager. Traitors, he thought furiously.
"What do you mean?" he asked, playing dumb. Satsuki's glare merely intensified.
She straightened, eyes flashing angrily and started to speak slowly, as if talking to a small child. "Not only were you suffering from a fractured bone, you were having a high fever when you were admitted into the hospital, Aomine-kun. Were you trying to ignore your fever and not tell me?"
"N-No, I really didn't know!" he winced. He sounded pathetic, but really, you can't blame him. Satsuki could be really scary when she's angry.
A flash of flaming red caught his attention. He blinked when he noticed the figure slumped in the armchair beside the door.
"Who's that?" he frowned, quick to distract Satsuki. The head of flaming, glaringly bright red hair was strangely familiar, but Aomine suddenly couldn't remember where he had seen it before.
"That's Kagami-kun." Satsuki answered, effectively distracted. "He was the one who brought you to the hospital."
"Kagami Taiga... of Seirin?" Aomine asked slowly, looking as if he had just swallowed something disgustingly bitter.
"Yes. He carried you here, Aomine-kun. You should thank him when he wakes up." Satsuki smiled sweetly, ignoring his horrified expression.
"What?" he blurted out loudly. Carried? He flushed slightly at the mere thought of Seirin High's ace carrying him like a helpless damsel in distress. This is humiliating, he thought angrily.
"Seems like Kagami-kun is waking up." Satsuki pointed out. True enough, the redhead was stirring, probably because of Aomine's outburst. "Well, then I'll leave the two of you alone. Be sure to thank him, Aomine-kun!"
She winked at him playfully before leaving. He reached out, attempting to grab her sleeve to stop her, but she was too fast for him. The door slammed behind her before he could say anything.
"Fuck." He swore. He looked towards the redhead. Kagami yawned, rubbing his eyes sleepily as he sat up slowly.
How long has he been waiting there? Aomine shifted slightly in a more comfortable position. He felt really vulnerable being alone with an opponent from a rival school, completely defenceless.
"Eh?" Kagami yawned, looking around the room. "Where's everyone?"
Aomine said dryly, "They left."
Kagami jumped when he heard his voice. Aomine almost smiled at the comical expression on the redhead's face.
Kagami stared at him as if he had just seen a ghost. Aomine twitched in irritation, a tad confused at the strange look on the redhead's face. He was staring at him as if they've never met before.
"Aomine," Kagami cleared his throat, cheeks dusted a pale pink. "I see you're finally awake. How is your leg?"
"As if a car just nearly broke it." Aomine said sarcastically, unable to hide his annoyance. To his irritation, Kagami brushed his snappish tone aside and laughed sheepishly.
Aomine froze as the redhead approached him and pressed the back of his hand on his forehead. He grinned, "Well, it seems your fever has broken."
"I saw what you did." Kagami suddenly smiled mischievously. Aomine narrowed his eyes dangerously at him. He suddenly wished he wasn't so helpless and weak. He gritted his teeth angrily, resisting the urge to lash out as Kagami leaned forward. The sudden close proximity sent goosebumps rising on his skin.
"And so what if you did?" he asked quietly, a hiss audible in his tightly controlled voice.
Kagami shrugged and straightened up, grinning like a fool. Aomine felt like punching the smile off his stupid face.
"Nothing." Kagami shrugged. "Just a little surprised."
He scowled, "I'm not that heartless."
Kagami blinked and raised his hands defensively. "I'm not saying you are. I'm just really surprised that's all."
"Tch." He frowned, looking away from the penetrating red eyes. "Don't you have anything better to do? If you have nothing more to say, get out."
"Is this really what you should be saying to your saviour?" Kagami leered, arching a brow at him.
Aomine growled, hands curling into fists under the sheets. "Fine, thank you. Can you leave now?"
The redhead shook his head in exasperation, exhaling loudly. "You are really an unpleasant person, Aomine."
He picked up his bag, frowning as he turned around. Just when Aomine thought that he's finally rid of the nuisance, the redhead paused by the doorway.
"You own me this by the way, Aomine." Kagami smirked wickedly. "You are in my debt. I will come back and collect it one day."
"Bastard!" Aomine yelled furiously, flinging a pillow at him. Kagami laughed and slammed the door behind him, narrowly avoiding the pillow.
What a bastard, he thought in disbelief and anger. Of everyone he could possibly owned his life to, why was it that idiot Kagami?
He growled angrily under his breath, cursing his stupidity and the idiocy of the young girl he had saved. If she hadn't been standing in the middle of the damned road, he wouldn't have hurt his leg and Kagami wouldn't have the opportunity to bring him to the hospital and forced him into a debt.
Damn that Kagami, he thought savagely, digging his nails into the sheets so hard that it started to tear. I'll get you for this.
I don't really know much about broken bones, so pardon me if there's any medical mistakes.