HAHAHA! Ha...ha. He had the urge to laugh like an idiot as if somebody'd just shot the joke of the year. A golden one at that as the tall male shot not only a priceless pun but his load as well with it. Well, it certainly wasn't everyday that he came onto someone else's face. Not really, not after nearly no stimulus being applied or...a fucking sentence!

He saw how Kagami's once determined eyes lost their power and widened scarcely when the essence landed on his left cheek, nose and lips. Hell, his own orbs copied the move. This was a scary experience. He felt so humiliated...that the negative perception washed away any remains of pleasure he might have sensed.

"Huh...?" Exhaled the confused redhead. 'Shut up, I know!' His dark ears were flaming up, he just knew it.

After a moment of hesitation, the kneeling teen's expression darkened. He let go of the half-hard shaft and...a fist? After the pain was registered he was pretty sure that the asshole punched him in the jaw. "What the... WHAT?" He spluttered.

The sitting one neglected the searing ache which made him tear up a bit to stop the other from doing any more harm. That cocksucker...

The well-known anger came back to him with full force and he embraced the feeling like it had been a long-lost lover. Adrenalin was running through his veins as he lifted his right knee and kicked the cap into the flailing drunktard's gut. The older gave out a choking sound while flying backward. Before he could crash into the coffee table there, his attacker bashed his petty profile in with a shameless motion.

He wouldn't just take the returnee's shit, not anymore. He stood up from the couch, zipped his jeans up, fixed his jersey and started walking toward the exit, leaving the other to his own devices. The prick's wheezing and whimpers didn't affect him at all. Served him right.

He only stopped when he heard a disgusting retching noise.

He turned back slowly and felt his insides drop at the sight. Kagami was lying on his left side next to the furniture he collided with before, - the item was turned over, everything on it scattered on the beige floor - clutching his stomach while blood and probably his undigested lunch were oozing out of his mouth and nose, making a puddle under his nude form. Did he hit him too hard? He should have felt sorry for the suffering boy...but...he didn't. He told him to stop, right? And he definitely wasn't the one to punch first. It was all the redhead's fault.

He spared one last glance to the other and left the apartment.

When he managed to get back home it was way past nine. He was walking the streets aimlessly for some time to soothe his perplexing mind before deciding to head back. He wasn't sure for exactly how long he did his wandering though. After a while he just felt the chilly air disturbing his already agitated body. Also, that rapidly falling darkness that seemed way too grim that night just bothered his lonesome figure.

He stepped inside their apartment and greeted the residents, only to hear a loud and demanding meow in response; nothing else. Oh, right. His parents left for a five-day-long trip to Hokkaido, testing Korakuen's Asarigawa Onsen. Good for them and even better for him as he would have the whole flat to himself till next Wednesday.

He hummed in approval as he went to grab a can of cat food from the silver refrigerator in their smaller-sized kitchen which was in common airspace with the dining and living room. The bastardy queen was silently following him and jumped onto one of the counters' metallic surface after hearing the sound of an opening fridge. The blue-haired male stared at the cat after retrieving the meal and was met with pale aureolin orbs with a bit of lime near the slit pupils. Ranavalona, or Ran as preferred, was a clever predator. She knew how to hold eye contact when she wanted something. He snorted at his own thought and walked to the pet's bowls in the hall to spoon the horrid-smelling meat out, into the second one. They used the first for water (or occasionally milk) because the object which literally had cat ears and a paw under the roundness, sported a black inked kitten face at its bottom. The other one represented the "body" of a cat and the two could be put together like puzzle pieces. His mother found the set cute and liked to see the drawn face below the water's surface. Ridiculous. Like their molly gave a fuck. She only wanted food, just like right now. The cretin was purring and tried to snatch the beefy bites out of his occupied hand, annoying the teenager all the more. "Hey! Cut yer shit out!"

After feeding the animal and surviving the act with only one little scratch he moved to their white couch with a plate of food in his hand and sat down, making himself comfortable. He then eyed one of the colorful decorative pillows. His mother hated it when he deformed them but hey, she wasn't at home and wouldn't be for a while. He smirked at that and put a claret accessory behind his back. He turned on the television with the remote control on the cumbersome and rounded coffee table. He was pretty ecstatic when he found a channel where the previous week's NBA match was being broadcast. Lakers vs Pacers. Now, it was funny how he was still wearing his Howard jersey. Well, he knew the outcome of the event but he decided to re-watch it.

He was so lost in the first quarter, following Kobe miss a shot (again), that he was a bit startled when he heard a brattling sound and saw a figure jumping onto the dark chocolate furniture in front of the sofa. The almost entirely raven-furred bastard was smelling his food there. "Oi!" He caught the china before the little shit could lick into it and started eating its content. The dark-skinned spectator honestly forgot all about the meal; the professional games somehow always had an effect like that on him.

He quickly finished and put the now empty porcelain back to its original place and leaned back into the softness so he could continue to focus fully on the tight match. Kobe did rather well in the first 12 minutes knowing the fact that he had suffered a severe sprain before the game.

He jolted a bit when something rough touched his warmed-up lower arm which was lying next to his side. He hadn't paid attention to the cause of that warmth so imagine his surprise when he spotted a black cocoon beside himself that was idly licking not only her paw but the arm which was really close to it. It tickled. He watched the puss (more like old fart) cleaning their limbs. The sight reminded him of something. Something... Kagami.

He grunted and shoved the cat, correction, tried to push the offending thing off the divan who obviously wasn't fazed by such an act. He clicked his tongue in frustration when he didn't succeed. "Not you too..."

All of a sudden he wasn't too interested in the basketball game he had already seen. He stood up from his spot, turned the TV off and made a beeline for his bed. Once reaching the bedroom he stripped to his boxers and threw the used clothes onto the floor. Yeah, they looked perfect there and he was not in the mood to take a shower or anything else for the matter. He needed sleep.

At 4 AM, after tossing around like a punch bag when being fisted, he realized that he couldn't get any shut-eye so far. Nope, as his helpful brain was providing sweet little flashbacks of a puking redhead who was on the verge of dying. An hour ago the memory was altered and he really saw a dead Kagami on that beige floor, blood everywhere. And he was the one who basically caused his death. The police would find his fingerprints...his jizz on his fucking face! He jerked forward, sitting up on his ruined sheets and panted like a race horse. "S-Shit. Shit. Shit." Should he have called and checked on the shorter teen? Yeah...?

NO! It was time to play some shit and lose himself fast in it.

Two hours later he was occupying their expensive daybed, tapping a black controller's buttons furiously and shouting his lungs out. "Howard, you slow piece of crap! I dun care how yer only 2D, even my g-pa is faster than you!" He growled and aggressively pushed the same knob over and over as if that could do the magic. Fucking Howard and his lousy ass in Orlando. Or that asshole European guy who was too good in this stupid NBA Live 10 stuff.

"Tch." The dude won the game with a buzzer beater and the fact almost made him tear the poor gadget in his hold to shreds. Not like it was a tight match or anything. Detroit Pistons wiped the floor with his chosen team's ass. Fuck this online mode! Bastards so strong shouldn't have played. He bet the little shit was some kid who knew nothing about real basket. He would so annihilate the dickhead in an actual 1-on-1...

Now he wanted to do the thing on the court and he knew exactly who to bother this early in the morning. He smirked.

After he stretched his long and tired limbs he decided to head for the bathroom and soak his dirty flesh with the mixture of boiling water and showering gel. Not before he took a piss though. He didn't notice in the heat of the game but his bladder was killing him.

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This Sunday didn't start too well. The continuously pouring rain threatened to rule not only the night but the morning and possibly the afternoon, too. Well, it was only 9 AM so there still was a tiny chance that the nasty weather would just stop and he could go out to polish his skills. Either way, he needed the fresh air as he was lazing around too much these past days. He had his reasons though...

He didn't remember too much but one thing was clear: he devoured a whole bottle of green apple flavoured beverage. That devilish drink was the beginning of all the hell he had experienced afterward. Oh, he should have read the label? He should have, yeah. Don't blame him though because he had been too thirsty to notice the signs. Once removing the chartreuse-colored cap and smelling, what more, tasting the sweet liquid...who would have guessed that it'd been alcohol? He wouldn't even know till this day if it wasn't for Kuroko. It'd tasted too damn good and all the glass' tasty content had been sleeping peacefully in his stomach before he could realize that the container had already been emptied.

After that...he only remembered sensations. Pain, more pain, heat, cold, satisfaction and suffering. Confusing, right? Maybe Alex shouldn't have left surprises like this in his fridge.

The redhead groaned and lifted his hands to wipe at his closed lids. He stopped immediately after a loud hiss left his cavern. That hurt! He leaned his head back until he could feel the rather big window's cold glass behind him and sighed. He was listening to some music while sitting on his bed, back pressed to the connecting wall.

He was feeling significantly better after he slept through his mad hangover. Saturday was entirely dedicated to that as Kuroko had ordered. The shorter male was the one who found him, knocked out next to his messed up coffee table, lying beside a dreadful-smelling and looking puddle. Again, he didn't exactly remember what happened before or after he had been found but the next day when he got up to fetch a glass of water, that ominous thing was missing from the floor. It made him feel uncomfortable as he didn't want anyone to see him like that or clean up after him.

He let out another sigh and decided to take a little nap before heading out. Hopefully, the odds would be in his favor and the Sun would be visible by the time he woke up.

*shrugs*