Kuramochi Youichi/Miyuki Kazuya, Daiya no Ace tags: death mention cuz one of thems a ghost, ghost au words:2070 i actually dont know the ghost rules in this au but hey
All households had pests. Some pests were worse than others. Kuramochi’s encountered cockroaches and rats in his time, the occasional fruit fly infestation, and spiders (God, he hated spiders). Those were all pretty average. He knew a guy who had raccoons eating his trash, another guy with a moth problem—hell, one of his friends found a fucking viper in his house. Pests were fucking weird.
But out of all of these household pests, Kuramochi just had to get a ghost. Kuramochi swore he wasn’t crazy. How else would he explain how everything in his house would move places when he turned for a second or that weird laughter he’d hear whenever he tripped over an object that suspiciously was in his room before. It wasn’t like the ghost did anything particularly harmful. He just liked moving stuff and messing with Kuramochi’s cat, so at the very least, Kuramochi knew he wasn’t malicious. However, other than that Kuramochi has never seen the ghost other than this weird wisp of fog he’d see out of the corner of his eye.
Honestly, the only thing he knew about this ghost was that it was an asshole.
“Maybe it’s a poltergeist?” Ryousuke suggested calmly as he sat at Kuramochi’s dining table, sipping slowly on his tea. He was the only one who believed Kuramochi when Kuramochi told him that his apartment was haunted. Kuramochi liked to think that it was because Ryousuke trusted him, but honestly it was probably because Ryousuke was always kind of weird. When Kuramochi invited Ryousuke over for the first time since discovering he was haunted, Ryousuke paused at the doorway, looked around the living room with a curious expression and then said, “Oh, yeah. You’re definitely haunted.”
Ryousuke shrugged. “I thought they just liked playing pranks on people.”
“What kind of asshole ghost just finds pleasure in pranking people?’ Kuramochi grumbled leaning against the kitchen counter. As if on cue, the cabinet behind Kuramochi swung open and decked him in the head. Kuramochi hissed in his pain, doubling over and clutching his head.
“I don’t know. I can kind of see the appeal,” Ryousuke said with a laugh.
“Ryo-san,” Kuramochi grumbled. “You’re supposed to be helping.”
“If it annoys you so much, why don’t you just try contacting it?” Ryousuke suggested. “You know, tarot cards? Ouija boards?”
The mere thought of actually trying to contact his ghost sent a cold shiver down Kuramochi’s spine. It wasn’t that Kuramochi was a coward by any means or anything. He was a past delinquent after all, and got into more fights with people much bigger and stronger than him in his youth than he can count. But who knew what this ghost even looked like. Kuramochi couldn’t see it. He couldn’t touch it. You can’t punch a ghost.
“Out of the question,” Kuramochi said.
Ryousuke shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, Kuramochi. You obviously can’t kick out your ghost. Maybe you should just move.”
“I can’t move. It took me forever to find this shitty apartment—I have a job!” Kuramochi argued.
“You sure do,” Ryousuke said, taking a long sip of his tea.
Kuramochi sat on the kitchen floor, staring up at the ceiling, hard in thought. This ghost was really starting to piss him off and Ryousuke was right—he didn’t really have many options. Kuramochi let out a world-weary sigh, closing his eyes. “God dammit,” he swore under his breath.
The cupboard swung open and an almost-empty box of tea toppled over the edge, hitting Kuramochi square in the nose.
--
Kuramochi was sure there was supposed to be some sort ritualistic etiquette to all this supernatural shit. It was kind of like when you can only do the Bloody Mary thing at 3AM in a bathroom with no one else around. So when he bought a ouija board, he figured it’d be a good idea to wait until night time. He even had mood candles and everything. It would be fine. It was just some weird asshole ghost.
Although, now that Kuramochi was all set up, he was starting to have second thoughts. Again. He wasn’t scared. Just to make that clear.
He was just… apprehensive. Yeah, that’s the world.
Kuramochi was never one to turn back once he started something. Besides, his curiosity was growing stronger than his fea—apprehension—by the second. Kuramochi took a deep breath, placing his hands on the board. As if on cue, the candles seemed to flicker simultaneously and the temperature of the room began to drop to chilling levels. Kuramochi was shivering as his spoke, his voice shaky no matter how hard he tried to keep it stable.
“Ghost in my apartment,” Kuramochi began, feeling a little silly with his eyes closed. “Are you with me right now?”
Suddenly, Kuramochi felt his hands run cold and heavy as something overlapped them and pulled his hand slowly across the board. Kuramochi only held his eyes shut for longer, not wanting to risk seeing something extremely terrifying. His hands suddenly stopped moving and the cold weight on top of them was lifted. Kuramochi pried one eye open cautiously, and then the other, before looking down at the board.
No.
Kuramochi’s anxious expression dropped to a deadpan as he stared at the board for another moment. “Wow, you’re just an asshole sorta ghost aren’t you?”
“Haha, yeah a little.”
Kuramochi yelped, practically leaping to the left away from the voice that suddenly appeared right by his ear. His eyes grew wide as he saw what looked like a young man floating a few feet off the ground, clutching his stomach and besides himself with laughter as he watched Kuramochi topple onto his ass.
“Oh, man, if I knew you were going to look that ridiculous when you got scared, I would have done this so much earlier,” the ghost said as it started to calm down, his grin wide and cocky.
Honestly, if Kuramochi didn’t know this guy was a ghost, he probably would have mistaken him for a living human being. He didn’t look that much older than Kuramochi’s age, with his shaggy brown hair and eyes that seemed to shine with mischevious delight. Other than the fact that he was slightly translucent whenever the candlelight flickered and the whole floating thing, he looked like a total normal guy.
Yeah… Just a normal, admittedly kind of attractive—
Uh, scratch that last thought.
“Uh,” Kuramochi finally said, unsure of what else to say.
“Hi,” the ghost said with a cheeky grin and a tiny wave. “What? Am I more handsome than you imagined?”
Yeah.
“Wh—n-no!” Kuramochi spluttered. “Are you dead?”
The ghost frowned, plopping itself on the ground with its legs crossed so he was sitting in front of Kuramochi. He leaned an elbow on his knee and his chin in his palm in that kind of “cool-guy slouch” that handsome guys did.
“You know, most people start with an introduction before getting to the personal stuff,” the ghost said with a smirk. He was quiet for a long moment before Kuramochi realized that the ghost was waiting for him.
“Oh, uh,” Kuramochi stammered, as if obedient to the ghost’s will. “I’m Kur—“
“Kuramochi Youichi—professional baseball player, perpetually single, swings both ways literally and metaphorically,” the ghost smirked. “I know who you are.”
Kuramochi frowned. God, this ghost was really starting to piss him off. At least he wasn’t scared anymore, though. “Alright, fine,” Kuramochi said. “Creepy, but whatever. Who are you?”
“Miyuki Kazuya,” he answered. “Resident ghost of apartment 42. It’s nice to finally meet you—or, I guess it’s you who’s meeting me for the first time.” Kuramochi squinted at Miyuki for a long time, watching the way his skin glowed, wondering if it were a trick of the light.
“It’s rude to glare at people, you know,” Miyuki said with an amused quirk of his eyebrow. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that?”
“I’m not glaring,” Kuramochi said. “I’m just… You’re not... Ryo-san isn’t messing with me is he? Like this isn’t him getting back at me for stealing his juice box last week?”
“’Fraid not, Kuramochi. I understand your concern, though. Your psychic friend gives me the chills—and I’m a ghost.”
Psychic friend? Dammit, Kuramochi knew there was something weird about Ryousuke. Kuramochi pushed that thought out of his head for another time.
“Okay,” Kuramochi began cautiously. Although Miyuki seemed benign enough, he was kind of scared of what ghost powers he might be hiding. “Now that we’ve got introductions out of the way… Listen, don’t take this the wrong way or anything bu—“
“I’m not moving out,” Miyuki said, his cocky expression dropping almost immediately.
Kuramochi furrowed his brows. “Look—“
Miyuki held up his hand and Kuramochi’s mouth slammed shut on command. “Sorry, let me rephrase that—I can’t move out unless you do, too. See, I kind of have ownership over you now.”
Kuramochi stared at Miyuki as the ghost’s words rolled around in his head, not connecting very clearly. “What?”
“Yeah, I know this is kind of awkward, since we just met and all,” Miyuki said. “But you have an extraordinary amount of magical power, y’know?”
“I don’t,” Kuramochi said.
“Well, you do—why do you think that psychic hangs around you so much? Anyway, you just moved in and, well, lucky for you, I decided to nab you right before any other spirit could feed off your energy,” Miyuki answered with a wide grin, as if this was perfectly logical. “Honestly, you should be thankful—can you imagine if some malicious spirit claimed you and misfortune followed you wherever you went?”
“Then what the hell have you been doing—knocking over my stuff and shit?” Kuramochi growled.
“Having a good time,” Miyuki said. Kuramochi made a swipe for him and the ghost just ducked with a laugh. “No, but seriously, I need you for a little plan I have and, in exchange, I’ll stop pranking you and protect you from other spirits. How does that sound?”
“I didn’t sign up to be used by a ghost!” Kuramochi argued stubbornly. “Hell no!” The wide smirk on Miyuki’s face suddenly pressed into thin lips and his mischevious eyes suddenly became cold. The candles all seemed to dim at once and a cold wind swept through the apartment. All of the fear that Kuramochi felt suddenly came back all at once.
“I was afraid you were going to say that,” Miyuki said, his voice losing its jovial tone. “Kuramochi, you honestly don’t have that much of a choice. I’m kind of desperate here and I need you. Haven’t you ever been desperate before?” Kuramochi couldn’t bring himself to answer as he just stared at Miyuki with wide eyes, all words lost in his throat.
Miyuki’s wide grin returned and the room grew warm again.
“Listen, you just want me to stop messing with your stuff, right? If you let me hang around, then I’ll stop throwing your stuff around and messing with your cat. Sound like a fair deal?”
Kuramochi tore his eyes away from Miyuki, regaining his breath and weighing the pros and cons. If Miyuki kept his promise, then he supposed living with Miyuki wasn’t a bad idea. Besides, now Kuramochi had a lot more questions than he had answers and he had a feeling he’d only get that fixed if he let Miyuki stick around. For now.
Kuramochi let out a relenting sigh. “Fine. No playing with my shit.”
“Promise.”
“Or messing with my cat,” Kuramochi added.
Miyuki made an X-motion over his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Alright,” Kuramochi said. “It’s a deal.”
Miyuki’s grin grew wide and that mischevious sparkle returned to his eye. “A sound choice,” he said. “Y’know, Kuramochi, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful roommateship.”
Kuramochi scrunched up his nose. “Those words sound fake coming from you,” he said.
“For someone who has a pretty face, it’s a waste that you’re such an asshole.”
The words had spilled out of Kuramochi’s mouth before he could stop himself and he could feel his cheeks growing warm as Miyuki’s grin grew even wider, stretching from ear to ear as he leaned forward with keen interest. Kuramochi looked away, hoping that Miyuki couldn’t make out his red cheeks in the dim lighting.
FILL: Team Kominato Ryousuke/Kuramochi Youichi, T
tags: death mention cuz one of thems a ghost, ghost au
words:2070
i actually dont know the ghost rules in this au but hey
All households had pests. Some pests were worse than others. Kuramochi’s encountered cockroaches and rats in his time, the occasional fruit fly infestation, and spiders (God, he hated spiders). Those were all pretty average. He knew a guy who had raccoons eating his trash, another guy with a moth problem—hell, one of his friends found a fucking viper in his house. Pests were fucking weird.
But out of all of these household pests, Kuramochi just had to get a ghost.
Kuramochi swore he wasn’t crazy. How else would he explain how everything in his house would move places when he turned for a second or that weird laughter he’d hear whenever he tripped over an object that suspiciously was in his room before. It wasn’t like the ghost did anything particularly harmful. He just liked moving stuff and messing with Kuramochi’s cat, so at the very least, Kuramochi knew he wasn’t malicious. However, other than that Kuramochi has never seen the ghost other than this weird wisp of fog he’d see out of the corner of his eye.
Honestly, the only thing he knew about this ghost was that it was an asshole.
“Maybe it’s a poltergeist?” Ryousuke suggested calmly as he sat at Kuramochi’s dining table, sipping slowly on his tea. He was the only one who believed Kuramochi when Kuramochi told him that his apartment was haunted. Kuramochi liked to think that it was because Ryousuke trusted him, but honestly it was probably because Ryousuke was always kind of weird. When Kuramochi invited Ryousuke over for the first time since discovering he was haunted, Ryousuke paused at the doorway, looked around the living room with a curious expression and then said, “Oh, yeah. You’re definitely haunted.”
“Aren’t poltergeists malicious only?” Kuramochi asked.
Ryousuke shrugged. “I thought they just liked playing pranks on people.”
“What kind of asshole ghost just finds pleasure in pranking people?’ Kuramochi grumbled leaning against the kitchen counter. As if on cue, the cabinet behind Kuramochi swung open and decked him in the head. Kuramochi hissed in his pain, doubling over and clutching his head.
“I don’t know. I can kind of see the appeal,” Ryousuke said with a laugh.
“Ryo-san,” Kuramochi grumbled. “You’re supposed to be helping.”
“If it annoys you so much, why don’t you just try contacting it?” Ryousuke suggested. “You know, tarot cards? Ouija boards?”
The mere thought of actually trying to contact his ghost sent a cold shiver down Kuramochi’s spine. It wasn’t that Kuramochi was a coward by any means or anything. He was a past delinquent after all, and got into more fights with people much bigger and stronger than him in his youth than he can count. But who knew what this ghost even looked like. Kuramochi couldn’t see it. He couldn’t touch it. You can’t punch a ghost.
“Out of the question,” Kuramochi said.
Ryousuke shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you, Kuramochi. You obviously can’t kick out your ghost. Maybe you should just move.”
“I can’t move. It took me forever to find this shitty apartment—I have a job!” Kuramochi argued.
“You sure do,” Ryousuke said, taking a long sip of his tea.
Kuramochi sat on the kitchen floor, staring up at the ceiling, hard in thought. This ghost was really starting to piss him off and Ryousuke was right—he didn’t really have many options. Kuramochi let out a world-weary sigh, closing his eyes. “God dammit,” he swore under his breath.
The cupboard swung open and an almost-empty box of tea toppled over the edge, hitting Kuramochi square in the nose.
--
Kuramochi was sure there was supposed to be some sort ritualistic etiquette to all this supernatural shit. It was kind of like when you can only do the Bloody Mary thing at 3AM in a bathroom with no one else around. So when he bought a ouija board, he figured it’d be a good idea to wait until night time. He even had mood candles and everything. It would be fine. It was just some weird asshole ghost.
Although, now that Kuramochi was all set up, he was starting to have second thoughts.
Again. He wasn’t scared. Just to make that clear.
He was just… apprehensive. Yeah, that’s the world.
Kuramochi was never one to turn back once he started something. Besides, his curiosity was growing stronger than his fea—apprehension—by the second.
Kuramochi took a deep breath, placing his hands on the board. As if on cue, the candles seemed to flicker simultaneously and the temperature of the room began to drop to chilling levels. Kuramochi was shivering as his spoke, his voice shaky no matter how hard he tried to keep it stable.
“Ghost in my apartment,” Kuramochi began, feeling a little silly with his eyes closed. “Are you with me right now?”
Suddenly, Kuramochi felt his hands run cold and heavy as something overlapped them and pulled his hand slowly across the board. Kuramochi only held his eyes shut for longer, not wanting to risk seeing something extremely terrifying. His hands suddenly stopped moving and the cold weight on top of them was lifted. Kuramochi pried one eye open cautiously, and then the other, before looking down at the board.
No.
Kuramochi’s anxious expression dropped to a deadpan as he stared at the board for another moment. “Wow, you’re just an asshole sorta ghost aren’t you?”
“Haha, yeah a little.”
Kuramochi yelped, practically leaping to the left away from the voice that suddenly appeared right by his ear. His eyes grew wide as he saw what looked like a young man floating a few feet off the ground, clutching his stomach and besides himself with laughter as he watched Kuramochi topple onto his ass.
“Oh, man, if I knew you were going to look that ridiculous when you got scared, I would have done this so much earlier,” the ghost said as it started to calm down, his grin wide and cocky.
Honestly, if Kuramochi didn’t know this guy was a ghost, he probably would have mistaken him for a living human being. He didn’t look that much older than Kuramochi’s age, with his shaggy brown hair and eyes that seemed to shine with mischevious delight. Other than the fact that he was slightly translucent whenever the candlelight flickered and the whole floating thing, he looked like a total normal guy.
Yeah… Just a normal, admittedly kind of attractive—
Uh, scratch that last thought.
“Uh,” Kuramochi finally said, unsure of what else to say.
“Hi,” the ghost said with a cheeky grin and a tiny wave. “What? Am I more handsome than you imagined?”
Yeah.
“Wh—n-no!” Kuramochi spluttered. “Are you dead?”
The ghost frowned, plopping itself on the ground with its legs crossed so he was sitting in front of Kuramochi. He leaned an elbow on his knee and his chin in his palm in that kind of “cool-guy slouch” that handsome guys did.
“You know, most people start with an introduction before getting to the personal stuff,” the ghost said with a smirk. He was quiet for a long moment before Kuramochi realized that the ghost was waiting for him.
“Oh, uh,” Kuramochi stammered, as if obedient to the ghost’s will. “I’m Kur—“
“Kuramochi Youichi—professional baseball player, perpetually single, swings both ways literally and metaphorically,” the ghost smirked. “I know who you are.”
Kuramochi frowned. God, this ghost was really starting to piss him off. At least he wasn’t scared anymore, though. “Alright, fine,” Kuramochi said. “Creepy, but whatever. Who are you?”
“Miyuki Kazuya,” he answered. “Resident ghost of apartment 42. It’s nice to finally meet you—or, I guess it’s you who’s meeting me for the first time.”
Kuramochi squinted at Miyuki for a long time, watching the way his skin glowed, wondering if it were a trick of the light.
“It’s rude to glare at people, you know,” Miyuki said with an amused quirk of his eyebrow. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you that?”
“I’m not glaring,” Kuramochi said. “I’m just… You’re not... Ryo-san isn’t messing with me is he? Like this isn’t him getting back at me for stealing his juice box last week?”
“’Fraid not, Kuramochi. I understand your concern, though. Your psychic friend gives me the chills—and I’m a ghost.”
Psychic friend? Dammit, Kuramochi knew there was something weird about Ryousuke. Kuramochi pushed that thought out of his head for another time.
“Okay,” Kuramochi began cautiously. Although Miyuki seemed benign enough, he was kind of scared of what ghost powers he might be hiding. “Now that we’ve got introductions out of the way… Listen, don’t take this the wrong way or anything bu—“
“I’m not moving out,” Miyuki said, his cocky expression dropping almost immediately.
Kuramochi furrowed his brows. “Look—“
Miyuki held up his hand and Kuramochi’s mouth slammed shut on command. “Sorry, let me rephrase that—I can’t move out unless you do, too. See, I kind of have ownership over you now.”
Kuramochi stared at Miyuki as the ghost’s words rolled around in his head, not connecting very clearly. “What?”
“Yeah, I know this is kind of awkward, since we just met and all,” Miyuki said. “But you have an extraordinary amount of magical power, y’know?”
“I don’t,” Kuramochi said.
“Well, you do—why do you think that psychic hangs around you so much? Anyway, you just moved in and, well, lucky for you, I decided to nab you right before any other spirit could feed off your energy,” Miyuki answered with a wide grin, as if this was perfectly logical. “Honestly, you should be thankful—can you imagine if some malicious spirit claimed you and misfortune followed you wherever you went?”
“Then what the hell have you been doing—knocking over my stuff and shit?” Kuramochi growled.
“Having a good time,” Miyuki said. Kuramochi made a swipe for him and the ghost just ducked with a laugh. “No, but seriously, I need you for a little plan I have and, in exchange, I’ll stop pranking you and protect you from other spirits. How does that sound?”
“I didn’t sign up to be used by a ghost!” Kuramochi argued stubbornly. “Hell no!”
The wide smirk on Miyuki’s face suddenly pressed into thin lips and his mischevious eyes suddenly became cold. The candles all seemed to dim at once and a cold wind swept through the apartment. All of the fear that Kuramochi felt suddenly came back all at once.
“I was afraid you were going to say that,” Miyuki said, his voice losing its jovial tone. “Kuramochi, you honestly don’t have that much of a choice. I’m kind of desperate here and I need you. Haven’t you ever been desperate before?”
Kuramochi couldn’t bring himself to answer as he just stared at Miyuki with wide eyes, all words lost in his throat.
Miyuki’s wide grin returned and the room grew warm again.
“Listen, you just want me to stop messing with your stuff, right? If you let me hang around, then I’ll stop throwing your stuff around and messing with your cat. Sound like a fair deal?”
Kuramochi tore his eyes away from Miyuki, regaining his breath and weighing the pros and cons. If Miyuki kept his promise, then he supposed living with Miyuki wasn’t a bad idea. Besides, now Kuramochi had a lot more questions than he had answers and he had a feeling he’d only get that fixed if he let Miyuki stick around. For now.
Kuramochi let out a relenting sigh. “Fine. No playing with my shit.”
“Promise.”
“Or messing with my cat,” Kuramochi added.
Miyuki made an X-motion over his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to die.”
“Alright,” Kuramochi said. “It’s a deal.”
Miyuki’s grin grew wide and that mischevious sparkle returned to his eye. “A sound choice,” he said. “Y’know, Kuramochi, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful roommateship.”
Kuramochi scrunched up his nose. “Those words sound fake coming from you,” he said.
“For someone who has a pretty face, it’s a waste that you’re such an asshole.”
The words had spilled out of Kuramochi’s mouth before he could stop himself and he could feel his cheeks growing warm as Miyuki’s grin grew even wider, stretching from ear to ear as he leaned forward with keen interest. Kuramochi looked away, hoping that Miyuki couldn’t make out his red cheeks in the dim lighting.
“What was that about my face?”
“Shut up.”