“Are you going to practice today, Dai-kun?”
Aomine looked at his girlfriend and sighed. “Of course not,
I’m too tired.”
She giggled, slapping his arm, “You always say that! But you’re
the best! How could you not want to practice?”
“Baka, it’s because I’m the best that I don’t need to,” he
grumbled, ruffling her hair in retaliation. She squeaked indignantly which just
made him smirk. Drawing her close to his body, he whispered, “Besides, I can
think of much better things to do.” As he felt her shiver, he smiled wider, a
feat only she could produce.
“About that,” she mumbled, voice suddenly soft and serious.
“What? Don’t tell me you’ve lost your nerve? Did I go too
hard last time?” he asked, genuine concern lacing his tone no matter how hard
he tried to stay teasing. She shook her head, eyes still cast down. Now he was worried. He cupped her face and
tilted it up towards his own. “What the hell is going on?” he asked, voice
strained.
Unexpected tears sprung to her eyes making his own widen. Before
he could ask again, she flung her arms around his waist and started sobbing.
Aomine didn’t know what to do, but knew he needed to get them out of the public
eye; people were already starting to stare. They weren’t far from his
apartment, so he gathered her in his arms and practically ran the rest of the
way there. When they were finally inside, he sat down on the couch, cradling
her close.
“Tell me what’s wrong,” he ordered but his voice was soft.
Through her sniffles she confessed, “I…I’m pregnant.”
Aomine felt his whole body go cold. How could this have
happened? They were so careful, he
was so careful because he knew…he knew this was something far beyond just a
normal pregnancy.
“I’m surprised he hasn’t
shown up yet,” Aomine thought, face darkening. He had to prepare, he didn’t
know how long he had until word would reach his father and then-
A flash of lightning and roaring boom of thunder was all it
took to let him know it was already too late. He was coming and he had to keep
her safe, at least until he could talk to him. The sudden storm had her shaking
harder, clutching to him like a life line. “Are…are you mad at me, Dai-kun?”
Her voice was so little, so broken.
Shaking his head, he kissed her temple. “No, no, sorry, I
was just…I’m surprised is all, we’ve been really careful you know?”
She nodded, tears staining his shirt. Another flash and boom
signaled the impending meeting he so desperately did not want to have. He stood
with her still in his arms, walked to his room and laid her down. “Baby, I…there’s
something I have to do. I promise I’ll
come back, but you need to stay here.” As he tried to leave she grabbed his
wrist.
“Please, don’t go, I-“
“_______, I have
to go.” His voice was gruff and the use of her name let show how serious he was.
He knelt to her level, eyes looking directly into her own. “Do you trust me?”
he asked softly, carding a hand through her hair. When she nodded he went on, “Ok
then, let me go take care of this…thing…and I’ll be back as soon as I can. Just
stay here, ok?” She nodded again and he pulled up the covers, tucking her in
and placing a kiss to her forehead. “Be back soon,” he assured then he was
gone.
The rain dumped in buckets when a large bolt of lightning
hit close to where he stood. Aomine’s sapphire eyes burned bright staring at
the man who he’d not seen in years.
“A bit dramatic, don’t you think?” he asked, nodding towards
the sky which flashed and crackled.
The being before him shrugged. “I needed to you to get the
message, you’ve always been rather thick headed. “
“Tch, as if you’re one to talk old man,” Aomine grunted. “So,
I’m guessing you’ve heard?” Crossed arms and a narrowed gaze where all the
answer needed. “So, what now?’
His father sighed, shaking his head. “I’d hope to never have
to have this conversation with you Daiki. You have so much potential, were you
just to apply it correctly.”
“I didn’t ask for this,” snapped the blue haired ace, “you
think it’s easy? Fuck, it’s a miracle no one’s caught on by now.”
“And who’s fault is that?” roared his father, lightning
flashing in his anger. “You have no self-control, as is obvious by the whole
reason I had need to come here.”
“Oh, and just seeing your son isn’t enough reason to come
down from the mountain?!”
“Watch your tone, boy,” Zesu growled, eyes flashing with white
light, “do not think yourself higher than you are.”
Aomine smirked. “Then why are you here if I’m not a big
deal?”
“The big deal is the abomination growing in your whore’s
stomach!”
Aomine saw red, rushing his father with a clenched fist and
gritted teeth. He didn’t even get close to hitting him, a hand around his
throat and his back on the ground, rain water stinging his eyes as he glared up
at the man, the god, who brought
about his existence. “There are only so many demis this world can handle and
yours is not one of them!”
“I won’t let you touch her,” snarled Aomine grasping Zesu’s
wrist.
“To think, a son of Aries kept you in line and you still
manage-“
“Akashi doesn’t have shit on me! I do what I want! The only
one who can beat me-“
“Is me!” Zesu spat
tightening his hold. Aomine’s vision began to get hazy, a garble of breath
trying to reach his lungs. “You are just as much a spoiled, selfish brat now as
you were in high school, Daiki. But, since I’m a generous man, I’ll give you a
choice, seeing as this worthless human apparently means so much to you.” He changed
his grip, tugging Aomine up by his collar. “Either I end that whelp growing in
her or you give up all semblance of your godhood. You’ll be completely human,
no special powers, so super strength and speed. I imagine your game will suffer
for it, so you better decide now which you love more: her or basketball?”
“Her,” Aomine snapped without hesitation. “I don’t need your
filthy blood to do my job, I’d rather do it on my own anyway!”
“Fine,” Zesu seethed, slamming Aomine back to the ground
before plunging his hand into his chest wrapping it around his son’s heart.
Aomine roared as pain seared through his whole body which began to glow a
bright blue. Around them the storm raged, rain coming in sheets, lightning
flashing so fast it mimicked a strobe light. Aomine couldn’t focus, could barely
breathe as he felt his energy drained. After what felt like an eternity, Zesu
removed his hand, closing the gaping hole in his chest.
On the ground, Aomine panted, breath showing in puffs of
steam above his lips. His whole body shook, from pain or the cold or both he couldn’t
tell but by the time he could open his eyes again, the rain had subsided to a
gentle drizzle, the roaring of the clouds dulled to a murmur and his father…was
gone.
When he reached home it was to find _________ almost in
a panic which only increased when she saw the state of him.
“Daiki, are you ok? What happened? Did you get in a fight?”
Aomine looked at the mirror hanging in his entry way and
winced. He looked like hell with hair matted to his face, bruising on his neck
and clothes stained from the blood poured out when his father punched through
his chest. His whole body ached something fierce but he shrugged. “Ran into a
punk who gave me some trouble, but I’m fine. I’m just gonna go get cleaned up
and then we’ll talk, yeah?”
She nodded, but insisted on helping him when he stumbled slightly.
And so, she drew him a bath, settling him in and began washing the scrapes and
cuts gently. Aomine sighed, feeling the weight of his humanity settle over him
like a blanket. He had no idea how things were going to go tomorrow but he knew
he could no longer afford to miss practice.
And, somehow, the thought made him smile.
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