I really should have gone to bed... like hours ago, but I really wanted to try to crank out this BTS prompt before the round ended. Has the person who put the other Blood Sweat & Tears prompt, I very much appreciated this! I also realized how difficult it is to write a fic based on the MV, so I kind of copped out at the end. Everyone in the ship tag is in the fic, but some of them just... don't get mentioned (they also all sort of have corresponding members of BTS). Also yes, the train scene at the end is a reference to the Spring Day MV (... because I could).
***
It was one of those rare weekends where all the captains managed to get together. A weekend in which their homework was done, practice was canceled, and the stars somehow perfectly aligned to bring them together.
They were exploring some small town that was in between Sendai and Tokyo, no one wanting to have to pay for a train ticket the entire distance between the two.
After grabbing lunch at a ramen place, they just decided to wander the streets of the town and see what they could find, since none of them had anything better to do.
The town was small – only one main street, with several blocks of surrounding housing, and then countryside for as far as the eye could see. The train station only housed two platforms only accommodating trains to and from the town.
Kuroo and Bokuto had run up ahead, dragging Terushima with them, and the three of them were screaming about something at the end of the block.
When the rest of them had finally caught up with them, they found themselves outside elaborate wrought iron gates, fencing in a dilapidated house. The house had long been abandoned – wooden shutters nailed over the windows, overgrown bushes in the front yard, and a layer of grime covering… everything.
Bokuto pushed on the gate, and it slowly gave way under his strength with a groan and creak. He looked back at the rest of the group with a wicked look in his eyes. Daichi groaned, knowing that this wouldn’t end well, but carefully followed them through the gate. The seven of them slowly made their way to the front steps, Ushijima stopping, when something in the front yard caught his eye.
This time it was Kuroo who was brave enough to push the front door open and lead the way into the foyer. They were all surprised to see that the interior of the house did not match the exterior at all.
The ceiling looked impossibly tall. Marble walls and columns lined the entry way. It was otherworldly in its elegance. Bokuto walked further into the house, Ushijima riding past him on a bicycle he had found while scavenging the front yard.
The door ominously closed behind them, but none of them noticed as they came to an open room that made them all gasp, before speechlessness settled over all of them.
It was almost like a museum – but they were all sure that nothing else like it existed anywhere in the world. Ornate statues were perfectly placed around the room, while paintings that they’d only seen in textbooks were hung on the walls. There were hallways, with intricate arched doorways leading out of the room.
They spread out throughout the room, inspecting the art pieces. Oikawa walked over to more closely examine one of the paintings on the wall. “Guys? I think that this might have been a bad idea.”
When he turned around, everyone else was gone. _
The next thing any of them remembered was waking up on the train back home. Terushima was sitting by himself in the corner, with the rest of the captains seated nearby. For some, unfathomable reason Kuroo was sitting on top of one of the tables.
“What in the world just happened?” Daichi asked, “I remember being in that weird house and then just… nothing.”
They were all silent for a moment, before they all burst out talking at once:
“I remember sitting in some strange fountain.”
“I think had wings?”
“I was floating. I swear I was floating!”
“I was playing the piano. Or an organ?”
“I was speaking English?”
They fell silent and looked at each other, astonishment in their gazes. They all vowed to never speak of what happened. Whatever was, involved powers that were much greater than a bunch of high school volleyball captains.
They never returned to that town again. If any of them had remembered to check, they would have found that there is no train station in that town.
In fact, according to every known map, there was no town at all.
FILL: Team Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, C1, T
Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Major Tags: None
Other Tags: Liminal Spaces, Abandoned Houses,
Square: BTS - Blood Sweat and Tears
Word Count: 684
I really should have gone to bed... like hours ago, but I really wanted to try to crank out this BTS prompt before the round ended. Has the person who put the other Blood Sweat & Tears prompt, I very much appreciated this! I also realized how difficult it is to write a fic based on the MV, so I kind of copped out at the end. Everyone in the ship tag is in the fic, but some of them just... don't get mentioned (they also all sort of have corresponding members of BTS). Also yes, the train scene at the end is a reference to the Spring Day MV (... because I could).
***
It was one of those rare weekends where all the captains managed to get together. A weekend in which their homework was done, practice was canceled, and the stars somehow perfectly aligned to bring them together.
They were exploring some small town that was in between Sendai and Tokyo, no one wanting to have to pay for a train ticket the entire distance between the two.
After grabbing lunch at a ramen place, they just decided to wander the streets of the town and see what they could find, since none of them had anything better to do.
The town was small – only one main street, with several blocks of surrounding housing, and then countryside for as far as the eye could see. The train station only housed two platforms only accommodating trains to and from the town.
Kuroo and Bokuto had run up ahead, dragging Terushima with them, and the three of them were screaming about something at the end of the block.
When the rest of them had finally caught up with them, they found themselves outside elaborate wrought iron gates, fencing in a dilapidated house. The house had long been abandoned – wooden shutters nailed over the windows, overgrown bushes in the front yard, and a layer of grime covering… everything.
Bokuto pushed on the gate, and it slowly gave way under his strength with a groan and creak. He looked back at the rest of the group with a wicked look in his eyes. Daichi groaned, knowing that this wouldn’t end well, but carefully followed them through the gate. The seven of them slowly made their way to the front steps, Ushijima stopping, when something in the front yard caught his eye.
This time it was Kuroo who was brave enough to push the front door open and lead the way into the foyer. They were all surprised to see that the interior of the house did not match the exterior at all.
The ceiling looked impossibly tall. Marble walls and columns lined the entry way. It was otherworldly in its elegance. Bokuto walked further into the house, Ushijima riding past him on a bicycle he had found while scavenging the front yard.
The door ominously closed behind them, but none of them noticed as they came to an open room that made them all gasp, before speechlessness settled over all of them.
It was almost like a museum – but they were all sure that nothing else like it existed anywhere in the world. Ornate statues were perfectly placed around the room, while paintings that they’d only seen in textbooks were hung on the walls. There were hallways, with intricate arched doorways leading out of the room.
They spread out throughout the room, inspecting the art pieces. Oikawa walked over to more closely examine one of the paintings on the wall. “Guys? I think that this might have been a bad idea.”
When he turned around, everyone else was gone.
_
The next thing any of them remembered was waking up on the train back home. Terushima was sitting by himself in the corner, with the rest of the captains seated nearby. For some, unfathomable reason Kuroo was sitting on top of one of the tables.
“What in the world just happened?” Daichi asked, “I remember being in that weird house and then just… nothing.”
They were all silent for a moment, before they all burst out talking at once:
“I remember sitting in some strange fountain.”
“I think had wings?”
“I was floating. I swear I was floating!”
“I was playing the piano. Or an organ?”
“I was speaking English?”
They fell silent and looked at each other, astonishment in their gazes. They all vowed to never speak of what happened. Whatever was, involved powers that were much greater than a bunch of high school volleyball captains.
They never returned to that town again. If any of them had remembered to check, they would have found that there is no train station in that town.
In fact, according to every known map, there was no town at all.