Ship: Miyuki Kazuya/Sawamura Eijun Fandom: Daiya No Ace Major tags: None Other tags: Crossroads demons, deals, SPN AU, sorta Square: B2 Word count: 1403
I think this is going to be a few one-shots in this AU. We'll see.
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Kazuya walked into the bar and headed straight towards the bartender, hoping against hope that this would be the place he’d find his answers.
“Hey, Kazuya,” she said, plopping a shot glass on the bar top and filling it from the special bottle she kept behind the bar. She looked over his shoulder at the door. “Where’s your sidekick?”
Kazuya picked up the glass and downed it. “I don’t know; that’s why I’m here. I was hoping he’d been by or you’d heard from him.”
She shook her head. “Nope, nothing since you boys were in here last month. What happened?”
“I don’t really know.” Kazuya shrugged. “I just woke up and he was gone, I’m not sure where he went off to.”
“Were you guys fighting?”
“Not any more than usual, you know how Mochi and I are.” Kazuya picked up the second shot and stared into it, not sure if he wanted any more alcohol in his system.
Kuramochi had disappeared last Wednesday, five days ago. The angel had learned a lot in the last few years accompanying Kazuya on his hunts, but he was still not quite worldly enough for Kazuya not to worry about. There weren’t many of their acquaintance that knew Mochi was an angel, that was a secret they worked hard to keep, but it made it harder to look for him when nobody could understand why he was worried.
“Yeah, I do. I don’t know—you want me to make some calls, see if anyone’s seen him?”
“If you don’t mind, Haruno, that would be great.” Kazuya sipped at his shot, wanting to make it last.
“You mind the bar for me and I’ll be right back.” She slipped under the pass through and handed Kazuya the bar towel. “And don’t let Toujou down there convince you to give him another beer, he’s been cut off.”
Kazuya heard a loud groan from the end of the bar and waved at his friend. “Sorry, boss’s rules.”
“That woman’s going to be the death of me,” he sighed into his club soda. “I don’t know why I put up with it.”
“You love her.” Kazuya wiped at the bar.
“For my sins, yes.” Toujou went back to nursing his drink and Kazuya dealt with the few customers that needed service.
Thirty minutes later, Haruno emerged from the back with a post-it note in her hand. “He was seen yesterday down south, near Seido.”
“Seido? What would he be doing…?” Kazuya cut off as he realized exactly what Mochi would be doing down there. Dropping a quick kiss on Haruno’s cheek, he ducked out of the bar area. “Thanks, Haruno, you’re a peach!” Grabbing his jacket, he exited the bar and climbed behind the wheel of his car. “Come on, baby, let’s go. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”
He knew he needed information as quickly as possible, there were quite a few things in Seido that would love to get their hands on an angel, and Kazuya had no idea what he’d gotten himself into. Pulling into the province a little before midnight, he knew what he was going to have to do.
He went down to the crossroads.
Pulling the bone of a black cat and graveyard dirt from his trunk and a photo from his bag, he put them in a box. He trudged to the very center and dug a hole, burying the items and stepped back to wait.
“Hey, how can I help you?”
Kazuya spun at the words and saw a man, gold eyes gleaming in the dark. He’d heard of the yellow-eyed-demon, but he didn’t know of a golden-eyed one. “Wait. Don’t you guys usually have red eyes?”
Gold eyes rolled at him. “You’re joking, right? You believe all those stories...Miyuki Kazuya?”
“You know my name.” Kazuya squinted at him.
The demon grinned at him sunnily. Kazuya blinked. He’d expected seduction, temptation, not sunshine.
“Of course, I know every person who’s played professional baseball for the last twenty years.”
Kazuya felt his eyes widen. “Wait.” He held up his hand. “You know I played baseball? This doesn’t make any sense.”
“It seems like we’ve gotten this off to a bad start, please let me try again.” The demon cleared his throat and bowed a little. “My name is Eijun, thank you for summoning me. How may I assist you, Miyuki Kazuya?”
“I’m looking for a friend.” Kazuya started.
Eijun looked a little dubious. “I’ve never had anyone looking for a friend before, it seems like a strange wish, but sure, I’ll be your friend!” He grinned. “We can play catch! You can catch for me!”
“No, no.” Kazuya shook his head. “I mean, I’m trying to find someone, and I thought you could help.”
“Oh! That’s different. I can help you with that.” Eijun deflated a little. “Does that mean you don’t want to be friends?”
“Let’s start with the finding and see how it goes, okay?”
“Yes!” Eijun pulled out a black book from his pocket. “The cost of finding a person is...six hundred catches.”
“Six hundred...catches?” Kazuya floundered some more. “Not ten years and my soul?”
“Seriously, do you believe everything you read? Remember, history is written by the victors.”
“You’re not collecting souls.” Kazuya deadpanned.
Well, not yours. Not right now.” Eijun hedged. “Do we have a deal?”
“Can I have some time to pay? I don’t know if I can do that tonight and with my knee, I can’t catch for long.”
“You’re right!” Eijun proclaimed, resting his finger on his chin. “Okay, you have a year. In the course of a year, you have to catch for me six hundred times.”
“That’s fine, I can do that.” Kazuya agreed.
“Okay, then.” Eijun was suddenly right in front of him. The demon was an inch or so taller than he was, Kazuya’s brain noticed idly, while Eijun’s hand hooked under his chin. He leaned in and Kazuya’s brains shut down when he felt the press of soft lips to his. The kiss seemed to go on for a bit before Eijun broke it, straightening up. Kazuya fumbled for his snark.
“I thought you didn’t do traditional?”
“We don’t have to; I just really wanted to kiss you.”
Kazuya sighed. He didn’t know if Eijun was an idiot or really smooth, but he was thinking the former. Hoping the former. If it was the latter, he was screwed.
“Is there anything else we need to do?”
“Nope, just tell me who you’re trying to find.”
“Kuramochi You—”
Eijun cut him off. “Mochi-senpai is missing? Why didn’t you say so? I didn’t know you were the human he’d been hanging around with, when did he disappear?”
“Wait, you know Mochi?”
“Fallen angel, remember? Accent on ‘angel’?”
“Oh, yeah. Right.”
“Anyway, what happened? Last I heard from him he was fine hanging out with you.”
“You speak...never mind, I don’t know if I want to know.” Kazuya rubbed his eyes. “At least it makes the explanations shorter. I think he’s looking for Ryou. We got word that Haruichi was down here and I think he left to find him.”
“He didn’t tell you where he was going?”
“Not that I could find, but he’s got an odd sense of what’s obvious, so who knows?”
“Haruichi was here, but he left a week or so ago. If Mochi-senpai came down this way, he’d have figured that out. So we just need to go to where Haruichi is and see if he made it. If not, we’ll come back here and find out what happened.”
“Wait, we?”
“Yeah. I’m coming with you. I need to protect my catching investment.”
“Really?”
“No.” Eijun laughed and explained. “He’s an angel; I can’t find him like I can a person. Plus, I’m worried about him, he’s my friend. I’m coming with you. “
“You can just leave the crossroads untended?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. Chris-senpai wants us to do more community outreach and it’s not like I’m super busy anyway. If someone does come, I have a pager; I can get back here in a matter of seconds. When you called, I was at a Yankees-Mets game. Subway series, there’s nothing like it.” Eijun’s eyes grew unfocused as he gazed into the distance.
“Alright, then.” Kazuya finally found his ‘just roll with it’ button. “Get in the car; we’ve got a ways to go.”
Fill: team miyuki kazuya/sawamura eijun, B2, G
Fandom: Daiya No Ace
Major tags: None
Other tags: Crossroads demons, deals, SPN AU, sorta
Square: B2
Word count: 1403
I think this is going to be a few one-shots in this AU. We'll see.
***
Kazuya walked into the bar and headed straight towards the bartender, hoping against hope that this would be the place he’d find his answers.
“Hey, Kazuya,” she said, plopping a shot glass on the bar top and filling it from the special bottle she kept behind the bar. She looked over his shoulder at the door. “Where’s your sidekick?”
Kazuya picked up the glass and downed it. “I don’t know; that’s why I’m here. I was hoping he’d been by or you’d heard from him.”
She shook her head. “Nope, nothing since you boys were in here last month. What happened?”
“I don’t really know.” Kazuya shrugged. “I just woke up and he was gone, I’m not sure where he went off to.”
“Were you guys fighting?”
“Not any more than usual, you know how Mochi and I are.” Kazuya picked up the second shot and stared into it, not sure if he wanted any more alcohol in his system.
Kuramochi had disappeared last Wednesday, five days ago. The angel had learned a lot in the last few years accompanying Kazuya on his hunts, but he was still not quite worldly enough for Kazuya not to worry about. There weren’t many of their acquaintance that knew Mochi was an angel, that was a secret they worked hard to keep, but it made it harder to look for him when nobody could understand why he was worried.
“Yeah, I do. I don’t know—you want me to make some calls, see if anyone’s seen him?”
“If you don’t mind, Haruno, that would be great.” Kazuya sipped at his shot, wanting to make it last.
“You mind the bar for me and I’ll be right back.” She slipped under the pass through and handed Kazuya the bar towel. “And don’t let Toujou down there convince you to give him another beer, he’s been cut off.”
Kazuya heard a loud groan from the end of the bar and waved at his friend. “Sorry, boss’s rules.”
“That woman’s going to be the death of me,” he sighed into his club soda. “I don’t know why I put up with it.”
“You love her.” Kazuya wiped at the bar.
“For my sins, yes.” Toujou went back to nursing his drink and Kazuya dealt with the few customers that needed service.
Thirty minutes later, Haruno emerged from the back with a post-it note in her hand. “He was seen yesterday down south, near Seido.”
“Seido? What would he be doing…?” Kazuya cut off as he realized exactly what Mochi would be doing down there. Dropping a quick kiss on Haruno’s cheek, he ducked out of the bar area. “Thanks, Haruno, you’re a peach!” Grabbing his jacket, he exited the bar and climbed behind the wheel of his car. “Come on, baby, let’s go. We’ve got a long drive ahead of us.”
He knew he needed information as quickly as possible, there were quite a few things in Seido that would love to get their hands on an angel, and Kazuya had no idea what he’d gotten himself into. Pulling into the province a little before midnight, he knew what he was going to have to do.
He went down to the crossroads.
Pulling the bone of a black cat and graveyard dirt from his trunk and a photo from his bag, he put them in a box. He trudged to the very center and dug a hole, burying the items and stepped back to wait.
“Hey, how can I help you?”
Kazuya spun at the words and saw a man, gold eyes gleaming in the dark. He’d heard of the yellow-eyed-demon, but he didn’t know of a golden-eyed one. “Wait. Don’t you guys usually have red eyes?”
Gold eyes rolled at him. “You’re joking, right? You believe all those stories...Miyuki Kazuya?”
“You know my name.” Kazuya squinted at him.
The demon grinned at him sunnily. Kazuya blinked. He’d expected seduction, temptation, not sunshine.
“Of course, I know every person who’s played professional baseball for the last twenty years.”
Kazuya felt his eyes widen. “Wait.” He held up his hand. “You know I played baseball? This doesn’t make any sense.”
“It seems like we’ve gotten this off to a bad start, please let me try again.” The demon cleared his throat and bowed a little. “My name is Eijun, thank you for summoning me. How may I assist you, Miyuki Kazuya?”
“I’m looking for a friend.” Kazuya started.
Eijun looked a little dubious. “I’ve never had anyone looking for a friend before, it seems like a strange wish, but sure, I’ll be your friend!” He grinned. “We can play catch! You can catch for me!”
“No, no.” Kazuya shook his head. “I mean, I’m trying to find someone, and I thought you could help.”
“Oh! That’s different. I can help you with that.” Eijun deflated a little. “Does that mean you don’t want to be friends?”
“Let’s start with the finding and see how it goes, okay?”
“Yes!” Eijun pulled out a black book from his pocket. “The cost of finding a person is...six hundred catches.”
“Six hundred...catches?” Kazuya floundered some more. “Not ten years and my soul?”
“Seriously, do you believe everything you read? Remember, history is written by the victors.”
“You’re not collecting souls.” Kazuya deadpanned.
Well, not yours. Not right now.” Eijun hedged. “Do we have a deal?”
“Can I have some time to pay? I don’t know if I can do that tonight and with my knee, I can’t catch for long.”
“You’re right!” Eijun proclaimed, resting his finger on his chin. “Okay, you have a year. In the course of a year, you have to catch for me six hundred times.”
“That’s fine, I can do that.” Kazuya agreed.
“Okay, then.” Eijun was suddenly right in front of him. The demon was an inch or so taller than he was, Kazuya’s brain noticed idly, while Eijun’s hand hooked under his chin. He leaned in and Kazuya’s brains shut down when he felt the press of soft lips to his. The kiss seemed to go on for a bit before Eijun broke it, straightening up. Kazuya fumbled for his snark.
“I thought you didn’t do traditional?”
“We don’t have to; I just really wanted to kiss you.”
Kazuya sighed. He didn’t know if Eijun was an idiot or really smooth, but he was thinking the former. Hoping the former. If it was the latter, he was screwed.
“Is there anything else we need to do?”
“Nope, just tell me who you’re trying to find.”
“Kuramochi You—”
Eijun cut him off. “Mochi-senpai is missing? Why didn’t you say so? I didn’t know you were the human he’d been hanging around with, when did he disappear?”
“Wait, you know Mochi?”
“Fallen angel, remember? Accent on ‘angel’?”
“Oh, yeah. Right.”
“Anyway, what happened? Last I heard from him he was fine hanging out with you.”
“You speak...never mind, I don’t know if I want to know.” Kazuya rubbed his eyes. “At least it makes the explanations shorter. I think he’s looking for Ryou. We got word that Haruichi was down here and I think he left to find him.”
“He didn’t tell you where he was going?”
“Not that I could find, but he’s got an odd sense of what’s obvious, so who knows?”
“Haruichi was here, but he left a week or so ago. If Mochi-senpai came down this way, he’d have figured that out. So we just need to go to where Haruichi is and see if he made it. If not, we’ll come back here and find out what happened.”
“Wait, we?”
“Yeah. I’m coming with you. I need to protect my catching investment.”
“Really?”
“No.” Eijun laughed and explained. “He’s an angel; I can’t find him like I can a person. Plus, I’m worried about him, he’s my friend. I’m coming with you. “
“You can just leave the crossroads untended?”
“Yeah, it’s fine. Chris-senpai wants us to do more community outreach and it’s not like I’m super busy anyway. If someone does come, I have a pager; I can get back here in a matter of seconds. When you called, I was at a Yankees-Mets game. Subway series, there’s nothing like it.” Eijun’s eyes grew unfocused as he gazed into the distance.
“Alright, then.” Kazuya finally found his ‘just roll with it’ button. “Get in the car; we’ve got a ways to go.”