The Aomine Daiki Residence

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Rating: Explicit
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Category: M/M
Fandom: Kuroko no Basuke | Kuroko's Basketball
Relationship: Aomine Daiki/Kagami Taiga
Additional Tags: demon!Kagami, another resurrected fic yall, Supernatural/Horror, Fated
Romance, Humor
Stats: Published: 2021-12-12 Updated: 2022-03-07 Chapters: 3/? Words:
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The Aomine Daiki Residence

by tiddie

Summary

Aomine would rather not believe in ghosts or demons or anything supernatural, for that
matter. Not because he’s arrogant enough to rule out their existence, but because deep down
where he’ll never admit it, he’s terrified. He falls victim to one of Tetsu’s games and
Aomine gets an unexpected guest. With no clue how to get his new “friend” to leave,
Aomine is forced to accept that he might have accidentally adopted a demon.

Notes

Here we go again, another fic that I have posted in the past and I am working on editing and
reposting. I have changed the plot up a bit and am still working on editing the
chapters/reworking the story so this will be uploaded as I get through editing each chapter.

Once again this fic was originally posted by the same title by me, then username mazzie
and now orphan account.
 Chapter 1

“Hey, it’ll be fun to play with a Ouija board, right?”

Tetsu and Satsuki are really into ghosts because they’ve been reading about them and have been
powering through every single ghost hunting show in existence.

“Wrong,” Aomine says, trying to sound as if he’s annoyed that his two best friends are taking over
his couch and his cable, and not, in fact as if he’s actually scared of anything having to do with
dealing with ghosts in real life. “It’s a waste of time. You guys can’t seriously believe all that stuff
from TV is real, right? I mean, we’ve seen way too many episodes to know that it’s all bullshit.”

Aomine refuses to let them know that he’s scared. The intense amount of ghost hunting shows they
have been watching has desensitized him a bit, but that did not mean that he was ready and willing
to put his fingers anywhere near Tetsu’s Ouija board when he pulled it out. Aomine wanted to
make fun of him and Satsuki to deflect away from the actual playing part, but in the end his pride
won out so he grudgingly goes along with their antics, putting his finger on the triangle for the
Ouija board and trying not to shiver when Tetsu’s ghostly tone of voice begins.

“Is there anyone in this room with us right now?”

Slowly the triangle starts sliding across the board, heading towards the corner to circle over the
YES.

Aomine rolls his eyes, but doesn’t say anything. They’re messing with him and he won’t give them
the satisfaction.

“What is your name?” Tetsu asks, still in his ghostly voice that Aomine’s pretty sure he’s only
using because he knows it will scare Aomine and Satsuki.

The triangle starts moving again and Satsuki looks nervous. Aomine isn’t about to ask the
stereotypical question, but Satsuki does.

“Are you guys pushing the triangle?”

“No,” Aomine answers. “But you guys are.”

“Am not!” Satsuki says. “Tetsu-kun are you—”

She doesn’t get to ask because the triangle starts moving more quickly, spelling out a name. It’s
too fast for Aomine to catch, but Tetsu thinks the thing communicating with them has the name
Tiger, based on what it spelled.

“Show yourself—” Tetsu says but Aomine interrupts and takes his hand away from the board.

“No, Tetsu, what the fuck!” he exclaims. “Why are you calling it here—”

“I thought you didn’t believe, Aomine-kun,” Tetsu says casually,

“Well not really,” Aomine says. “But if there’s even a one percent chance, I don’t want to mess
with that and I definitely don’t want you to summon it here! Where I live!”

“Dai-chan is right, Tetsu-kun,” Satsuki agrees with Aomine. “I’m feeling kind of spooked, we
should stop now.”
“But we have to say goodbye first—” Tetsu starts to say but Aomine’s had enough. He packs up
the board quickly and puts everything away before ushering his friends out of his apartment. It’s
time to go to sleep. No ghosts for him, thanks.

Later that night, Aomine is actually very scared. He’s so scared he can’t sleep. He leaves a light on
in another room so that the apartment won’t be in complete darkness, and he’s too scared to sleep
in his bedroom so he’s in the living room with the TV on.

At exactly three in the morning, Aomine is actually weeping that he glanced at the clock at that
time, and the TV turns off, but he writes it off as the TV timer. He’s about to turn on the TV again,
but the light he had left on flickers once, and then twice, and then turns off completely.

Aomine’s not breathing. He doesn’t move. He thinks that there’s something in his apartment. He
thinks that if he stays still whatever it is won’t see him and he can go to sleep and that everything
will be fine.

He hears the floor creaking in the kitchen and then the sound of something falling over.

“Nope. Fuck this,” Aomine says to himself and he covers himself completely with his blanket. He
thinks back to what Tetsu said about having to say goodbye to the Ouija board and he suddenly
feels cold when he realizes he didn’t take it seriously. He squeezes his eyes shut tight and he tries
to ignore the sounds of everything, writing it off as a very vivid nightmare, but then there’s the
sound of footsteps coming toward him.

It doesn’t sound like ordinary footsteps. These are heavy, thudding, and they’re coming toward him
slow and steady. He doesn’t move. He doesn’t breathe. He feels movement at the end of the couch
and he wants to cry, he’s so scared.

It’s fake, it’s fake, he tells himself in his head and he needs to fight this. He silently counts to three
and then sits up with a barbaric yell, hoping that the “ghost” is an intruder and that he scares the
shit out of them.

It’s too dark to see, but there is something in the room with him and Aomine grabs the nearest
thing to him, the TV remote, and he starts beating the shit out of the figure at the end of the couch.
He’s yelling and swinging, generally causing a scene in the darkness of his living room until
suddenly he’s thrown onto his back and pinned down.

He can feel sharp nails—claws?—digging into his wrists where his arms are being pinned over his
head and when he gets the courage to open his eyes he’s looking into a pair of very angry, very red
eyes.

The face above him is set in a ferocious snarl and Aomine can see sharp teeth and he’s thinking
that he’s absolutely done for until the thing above him growls out,

“What the fuck is your problem you puny ass human? Is that anyway to treat a guest?!”
 Chapter 2
Chapter Notes

Woo!

New year, new chapter, new direction!! Tried to just edit it, thought I took out a bunch
of stuff but I ended up adding a page and a half??

Thanks to everyone who has read/is reading!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Aomine is petrified to the point where he freezes and his breath stalls and then he screams. He
screams and screams until the scary thing covers his mouth and growls at him again and then he
shuts up. He’s not dreaming. He can tell because he’s pretty sure his wrists are bleeding and he’s
staring into deep red eyes that are glaring at him. The face above him is mostly human looking,
except for the eyes and the teeth and Aomine’s pretty sure it can open its mouth really wide but
he’s not trying to find out for sure.

He’s too scared to keep his eyes open so he shuts them, but then opens them when he realizes
something.

“You can speak?” he cries out in a panic. “Like, intelligently?”

Holy shit they’ve summoned a real ghost and he’s going to die! He starts to recall all of the stories
he’s heard since he was a child and he’s thinking that tonight is his last night on earth.

“I can speak several languages,” the ghost says casually, almost prideful, as if Aomine had just
given him a compliment and Aomine thinks his own eyes are going to pop out of his head. “At the
same time, too. Watch.”

If Aomine thought the ghost couldn’t get any scarier, he has never been more wrong. The thing
unpins Aomine’s arms, but he’s still too stunned to move so he lays still as he watches the thing tilt
its head back and open its mouth impossibly wide for a human. The most horrifying sound Aomine
has ever heard escapes the ghost’s mouth and Aomine has to cover his ears and squeeze his eyes
shut tight. He hears English and maybe French and definitely Japanese and a whole bunch of other
languages he can’t identify, but they’re all going at the same time and he’s sure it’s not anything
good, judging by how the thing keeps screaming, “Blood! Eat! Kill! Human sacrifice!”

It sounds like a horrible static recording of many sounds layered one on top of the other, but worse
it sort of sounds like an exorcism.

“DON’T DO THAT!” Aomine yells and to his surprise it stops. It’s quiet now and Aomine hopes
it’s gone but he opens his eyes to see it staring down at him. He’s not familiar with ghost
expressions but he thinks it might be looking at him a little curiously.

Aomine’s blood runs cold when his thoughts are full of nothing except all of the horrible scary
stories and movies he’s ever heard and watched his whole life, especially the ones about the
monsters that kill in creative ways and do all sorts of things with the bodies.
His entire body now feels frozen and stiff when the next thought enters his brain and won’t leave
his thoughts.

“Are you going to eat me?!” he asks. He’s definitely panicking now. His heart is beating so hard in
his chest and it’s getting hard to breathe. He feels like he’s just ran a hundred miles and he’s pretty
sure that if he tried to run his legs wouldn’t be able to support him.

“Oh, can I?” the thing asks, still in such a casual tone that it throws Aomine for a loop.

The ghost brings its head closer to Aomine’s face.

“No!” Aomine yells. “You can’t eat me, what the fuck! Get off of me! Let me go! Help!”

Aomine closes his eyes again and turns his head away, trying to escape. He wriggles and struggles
under the weight of the ghost and manages to give it a good kick and he rolls himself off the couch
and scoots away to the farthest wall.

He wants to turn on a light but he’s scared that the thing will be even more terrifying when he can
actually see it. The thing gets up and Aomine startles, but it doesn’t seem to be paying him any
attention. There’s still the feeling that it can kill Aomine any second and in less time than it would
take it to reach him, but Aomine isn’t going to let the thing get the better of him. He tries to
reassure himself and make himself believe that if it wanted to kill him then he’d already be dead.

The thing starts walking around the apartment and Aomine hears the sound of cabinets and
drawers being opened and slammed, along with the sounds of things falling and breaking. He stays
still, sitting against the wall and hoping that the thing will get bored of him and leave him the hell
alone.

“Are you a ghost?” he finally calls out against his better judgment. He knows he shouldn’t be
interacting with entities but he still hopes this is one long, vivid nightmare.

“Ghosts can’t be summoned, stupid,” the Not-Ghost answers bluntly. “They already have to be
here for you to be able to see them.”

Aomine can’t believe the thing just insulted him. He would be fucking furious if he weren’t so
damn scared. But then, if it’s not a ghost,

“You’re an intruder?” Aomine yells furiously. “Get the fuck out of my house before I call the
police! You wanna-be-fucking-ghost!”

All of a sudden Aomine blinks and it’s in the room with him. The thing moves so fast Aomine
thinks he’s going to faint from the fright, but he holds his ground.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” the thing snarls. It’s been growling and snarling at him and every
time it does it, it seems so much scarier. “Intruder? You invited me. Also, if you call me a ghost
one more time I’ll rip your fucking head off.”

It grins at him and in the darkness Aomine can see its glowing red eyes and what little light there is
reflecting and bouncing off its sharp teeth. “I’m a demon.”

Aomine’s whole body tenses and he cannot fathom the idea that he invited this thing, a demon of
all things. He has no clue what to do, knowing that demons are way, way outside of what he can
handle, when he remembers the Ouija board. Aomine thinks he knows what he has to do but he is
panicking. He panics so much he stops thinking.
“Goodbye,” Aomine says, suddenly thinking of it. It’s the only thing blaring in his head.

“Ah?” the demon says back, still casually, as if he just had misheard Aomine.

“Goodbye!” Aomine says. They didn’t say goodbye on the Ouija board but hopes and prays that it
works if he does it now. “Goodbye!”

“Fucking, what?” the demon growls and Aomine blanches.

It isn’t working, but he won’t give up.

“Goodbye—”

“Why do you keep saying that?” the demon snarls. “Are you stupid? Did a stupid human call me?”

Suddenly Aomine gets mad, so mad. In fact, he’s pissed and he’s still holding the TV remote so he
whips it at the demon and hits him right in the forehead.

“Shut up!” he yells. “Get the hell out of my apartment you dumbass demon! Nobody called you
here! Nobody wants you! Scram or I’ll call the church!”

Once again Aomine’s pinned underneath the demon.

“Don’t tell me to scram you punk ass baby human,” the demon growls out, low and harsh and
Aomine freezes again. This thing is way too scary. “I have been alive for thousands of years, who
the hell do you think you are to talk to me like that? I’ll leave when I want to.”

Aomine still doesn’t move, not even when the thing leans its head down and sniffs his neck. Oh
fuck this is it, Aomine thinks. The demon is going to bite him and Aomine is going to die. Aomine
gasps when he feels the demon’s mouth on his neck and he cries out.

“Ah, no! Wait, wait, wait!” Aomine is surprised when the demon stills. “Don’t kill me!”

The demon pulls back to look at him. “Kill you? Why would I do that now? I just got here.”

“Don’t kill me later, either!” Aomine retorts. This is ridiculous. It really doesn’t seem like the
demon wants to kill him, but it is probably just making sure Aomine drops his guard.

He knows he needs to do something and do something fast, so he starts thinking about demons and
everything he knows about them and his mind goes to all the demons that he’s seen in movies and
haunting shows and especially the one he once dressed as for Halloween.

And then he panics again. “Are you going to have sex with me?”

The demon gets really close again and before it can get too close Aomine shuts his eyes. “Do you
want to?”

Aomine screams. “No! Get away get away! I’m not having sex with an ugly ass demon!” he keeps
screaming. “God, if you’re there, what the fuck? Somebody save me holy shit!” He really, really
doesn’t want to die.

This is all that bastard Tetsu’s fault, bringing in a Ouija board and summoning this horrifying
demon. Aomine’s mind is going haywire. He’s too busy panicking to realize that he’s no longer
being pinned down.

The demon is sitting back, watching him. It’s dark and Aomine can’t see its face—minus the red
eyes—but he gets the feeling the demon is making fun of him.

“Why and how are you here then?” Aomine finally gets the courage to ask. He hopes his voice
doesn’t betray how uncomfortable he feels. And in his own home too. Man, he’s really going to
hand it to Tetsu. Wow, Tetsu is going to suffer at his hands.

“Are you asking me how I got here or are you asking me why I’m still here?” the demon asks with
a slight tilt to his head.

“Yes,” Aomine says quickly. “Both of those questions. Answer them. Right now.”

“Well,” the demon says slowly. “One of those questions I’m still trying to find the answer to
myself.” He leans forward and sniffs again at Aomine, which makes Aomine recoil back in fear.

The demon just smirks, but doesn’t say anything for a few moments before he talks again.

“I like this world,” the demon says simply. “Though it looks a lot different than the last time I was
here.”

This is so fucking bizarre. Aomine is having a conversation with a demon and he’s not dead yet.
Aomine sits up too but he doesn’t scoot back this time.

“So you’re not going to kill me?” Aomine wants to be absolutely sure.

“Not going to kill you,” the demon answers like he’s just declined a biscuit.

“And you’re not going to eat me?” Aomine asks nervously.

“Still deciding,” the demon says.

Aomine is pretty sure all the blood leaves his face and pools in his stomach. He’ll never sleep
again.

Or he’ll die.

He’ll never sleep again and then he’ll die.

“Oh my god,” Aomine groans and falls onto his back again, accepting his fate. Aomine’s head
drops to the floor with a thud. “You’re real then?”

“You can see me, can’t you?”

“I don’t know!” Aomine sits up to point. “You can be a human intruder for all I know!”

He’s not going to say his fear is fading, but he’s not as afraid of the demon as when it first
appeared.

“Can humans do this?” the demon asks and when Aomine blinks the demon is holding fire in its
bare hands. With the added light from the flames Aomine can see more of its silhouette, large and
muscled, but he can’t see much, and he finds himself wondering if this demon has wings and
clawed feet.

Aomine scrambles to get up for a closer look, trying to determine if this is just a trick, but he stops
himself before he gets too close to the demon.

“What do you look like?” Aomine asks, a little nervously. He doesn’t really want to see something
scary.

“I thought you could see me?” the demon sounds confused. “Did I fuck up when I came here or
something? Don’t tell me I’m invisible and you actually think I’m a ghost? Fuck, that’s
embarrassing—”

“I can see you,” Aomine interrupts, thinking about how fucking weird this demon is. He wonders if
this is a bad demon or if maybe this demon is just bad at being a demon. “It’s just dark so I can’t
see you very well.”

“Really? I can see you just fine.”

That’s because it’s a fucking demon, Aomine thinks, but he asks, “Are you planning on staying for
very long?”

“Still deciding,” the demon answers vaguely and then it starts humming. It sounds like an army of
thousands preparing for battle or a swarm of bees. It’s absolutely terrifying.

“Stop that,” Aomine hisses. He’s surprised when it listens again.

“Okay, so here’s the thing,” the demon says after it has stared at Aomine for quite some time and
Aomine’s heart stalls again. He’s exhausted now, way too tired of being so damn scared.

“You’re pretty cute,” the demon says and Aomine waits with bated breath. He’s cute? The demon
thinks he’s cute? What does that mean to a demon? Cute for eating or cute for just looking at? “It
seems I have no choice but to stick around. So here are the rules—”

“Rules?” Aomine splutters. “What do you mean no choice but to stick around—?”

“Stop interrupting me!” the demon growls, effectively stopping Aomine mid sentence.

Aomine can’t believe this. He has no idea how to get the demon to leave but he sure as hell is
going to seek help for this problem. For now he’ll have to go along with it, but he still seriously
hopes this is just a bad dream.

He feels like an idiot, but he raises his hand.

“What are you doing?” the demon asks. It sounds cautious and Aomine’s wondering if there’s even
a slight chance that the demon is afraid of him too. “Why are you lifting your arm like that?”

“I have a question,” Aomine says and when the demon doesn’t say anything he continues. “If you
have rules does that mean I get to give you rules too? Technically this is my place and I am putting
you up and I did invite you so it’s only fair.”

He doesn’t want to mention that he really didn’t invite the demon, that it was all Tetsu’s fault, and
that he’d never ever, ever, ever, ever, invite a demon into his living quarters, ever.

“Fine,” the demon agrees. “But I have to explain first.”

Aomine nods to show that he agrees.

“Okay, so here’s the thing,” the demon says. “For reasons I can’t explain, and seems like you can’t
explain either, you, of all people, managed to summon me.”

“What?” Aomine is dumbfounded. He wants to ask more questions but is hesitant to interrupt the
demon again.
“Even if I wanted to, for reasons neither of us can explain, I cannot leave,” the demon says and
then sounds annoyed when he says the next part, “because you fucking summoned me.”

“What?” Aomine says again. “No…how…?”

“How should I fuckin’ know?” the demon growls. “You’re the one who did it.”

Aomine doesn’t know what to say or even think and the demon continues.

“You don’t think it’s weird?” the demon says, still sounding annoyed. “How every time you tell
me to do something I can’t help but comply?”

Aomine’s jaw drops at that. “Wait,” he says. “Are you saying that I have some sort of power over
you?”

The demon groans and Aomine tenses, but then the feeling passes. “Look,” the demon huffs. “I
don’t know what is going on, but until we can figure it out I’m going to stay here and you’re going
to allow it. So you better not use that knowledge about your very miniscule control over me,
otherwise I’ll eat you before you can even realize I’ve eaten half your body.”

That’s it? He was expecting the demon to ask for blood sacrifices or help killing or to let him
possess him—anything!

“You can’t disagree,” the demon says. “After all, it’s not like you have much of a choice. I’m
haunting you. Well, I’ve just decided to anyway.”

Aomine doesn’t say anything and it’s quiet for a few seconds.

“That’s it?” Aomine asks.

“For now, yeah,” the demon says. Aomine’s got a headache and he’s tired and he has no idea how
he’s going to sleep tonight. “So what are your rules?”

“For now,” Aomine mimics the demon but then winces when a chill sweeps over him. Somehow
he doesn’t think the demon likes being made fun of. “Just...use a form that’s inconspicuous and
won’t scare the shit out of me, yeah? Also, can you leave me alone for the rest of the night?”

“I can use a human form if you’d like, but I’m not going to leave you alone.”

“Fine,” Aomine says. It’s a start, a slow one, but a start. “I’m turning on the light. If you’re scary
or ugly I will call the church or have someone come exorcise you, I’m not kidding.”

He’s sort of kidding. Aomine doesn’t even go to church and he has no idea if exorcisms are even
real. Though if demons are real then those have to be too. He remembers what the demon sounded
like speaking all those languages at once and shudders and stops thinking about it.

He’s up for the light switch and when he turns on the light he stands still, facing the wall, too
scared to turn around. He’s seen the eyes and the teeth, the rest of the face must be fucking
terrifying too, human or not.

So he gathers up his courage, takes a deep breath, and turns around.

Sitting on the floor of his living room is man. He is a very normal looking man. He looks to be
about Aomine’s age and he’s got red hair and red eyes. The eyes are familiar but they don’t look
like the eyes of the demon. They look like normal, human eyes. Aomine sighs in relief.
“So?” the demon smirks at him and Aomine’s stomach flutters a bit. Oh no. Oh no, no, no! “Am I
scary and ugly?”

Aomine keeps holding his breath. The demon isn’t ugly at all. He’s hot as fucking hell and Aomine
isn’t surprised considering it’s a demon and hell is where it fucking came from. The demon runs a
hand through his human hair and Aomine notices how soft it looks. He’s got weird eyebrows but
that smirk on his face is enough to distract Aomine from any thoughts that he’s a—shit!

Demon, demon, demon, demon! Aomine repeats in his head. The demon bites his lip and looks up
at Aomine from where he’s sitting. Aomine then realizes that the demon is acutely aware of his
charm. Aomine clears his throat and turns away.

“You’re hideous,” he says to the demon, but he’s facing the wall.

“What?” the demon sounds offended and Aomine doesn’t want to turn around. “I’ve only ever
gotten compliments about my form, the fuck do you mean I’m hideous?”

“Don’t worry,” Aomine says turning around to face his guest. “Ever heard of the mere-exposure
effect? I’m sure you’ll be less ugly to me by the time you decide to finally leave me in peace.”

“You’re an infuriating human,” the demon retorts and Aomine is going to ignore the fact that the
demon is pouting. “What do they call you? What’s your name?”

“I’m not telling you!” Aomine exclaims. “Why? So you can possess me?”

“I’m not going to possess you, dumbass,” the demon says and rolls his eyes. Aomine wants to
punch him. He doesn’t though, because he’s a demon and Aomine really doesn’t want to get eaten.
He gives Aomine I pointed look. “Even if I wanted to, I can’t possess you. Trust me, I’ve been
trying since I got here.”

Aomine startles at that, but decides that he will move right past the subject, less the demon want to
keep trying. “You tell me your name first, then.”

It is the demon’s turn to look started and he gives Aomine a contemplative look.

“I can’t,” the demon finally says. “Telling you my name would give you too much power, and
frankly, you’re not worthy.”

Aomine bristles at that. “Well you’re not worthy of hearing any part of my name at all either you
dumbass demon!”

The demon doesn’t growl or snarl or anything and Aomine starts to feel a bit more comfortable
around him. That’s not saying much, though. He still also feels like he’s hanging by a thread off
the ledge of a skyscraper.

They’re quiet and the adrenaline is starting to wither away leaving Aomine really tired. It has been
a long night.

“What’s that?” the demon asks pointing to the TV.

Aomine is floored. “It’s a television. You watch stuff on it.”

He doesn’t know where the remote is so he has to turn it on without it. He’d been watching college
basketball and there’s still basketball on the screen. The demon looks enthralled.
 “Oh wow, tiny people! Are they leprechauns? I didn’t know leprechauns were out in this world!”

Aomine looks at the TV and scoffs. “No, they’re not leprechauns. That’s the Boston Celtics, they
wear green but they’re not leprechauns. They’re regular humans. I’ll explain later but just watch
this while I sleep okay?”

The demon stays on the floor with his eyes glued to the TV and Aomine falls back onto the couch
and covers himself with the blanket. He’ll still sleep with the light on, in case the demon tries to
pull more scary shit but for now he’s too tired to be scared of anything else.

“Hey,” he says and the demon’s head twitches in his direction. He doesn’t take his eyes off the TV
but Aomine still tells him, “Gonna call you Tiger.”

“What?” the demon asks, sounding surprised. “Why?”

Aomine shrugs and closes his eyes. “S’what the Ouija said it was.”

The demon doesn’t respond and Aomine succumbs to sleep, barely registering the demon’s
response of, “I’ll allow it.”

Chapter End Notes

supernatural romance is my ffffffavorite and so I hope you all enjoy the ride!
 Chapter 3

When Aomine wakes up there’s a brief moment where his mind is completely blank. Slowly the
events from the previous night come forward in his mind and his thoughts begin to cloud over in
confusion. The more he thinks about the demon the more surreal it seems and he manages to
convince himself that he’s had a very vivid nightmare. He sits up and sees that his apartment looks
normal enough. There’s no evidence that there was a shape-shifting demon knocking things over in
his apartment and it’s quiet. He thinks he’s alone until he hears noises coming from the kitchen.

The sun is out, nothing looks scary, and he’s completely convinced himself that the demon isn’t
real, so the noise in the kitchen has to be coming from either Satsuki or Tetsu, who have keys to his
apartment and like to pop in unannounced.

“Holy shit,” Aomine says loudly as he stretches and gets up to head for the kitchen. He yawns and
starts to make conversation with whichever friend decided to come visit him this morning. He’s
hoping that it’s Tetsu boiling eggs in his kitchen and not Satsuki trying to feed him. “I had the
weirdest dream last night. Never playing with the Ouija again—”

Aomine stops talking as soon as he gets a clear view of the kitchen. The demon is standing on his
ceiling. “Morning.”

“Fuck!” Aomine exclaims, mostly in annoyance. He’s a little startled but more than that he’s
fucking pissed that the demon is actually real and still in his apartment.

And he’s completely defying gravity, walking on the ceiling as if it were a regular floor. Nothing is
falling or hanging downward and he’s tapping the light fixture, looking at it like it’s the most
fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

“Did you sleep well?” the demon asks pleasantly.

Aomine glares. “Hardly,” he cannot believe he is having small talk with a monster. “The hell are
you still doing here?”

“Ah, the age old question,” the demon answers sarcastically, but doesn’t answer.

The demon is in his human form at least, so he’s not a bad sight to look at, but Aomine’s not going
to let him know this. Aomine is well aware that the demon is taking a human form so as to get
away with haunting him or eating him or...seducing him…

“What are you thinking about?” the demon asks and Aomine looks up to see him smirking down at
him like he knows exactly what Aomine’s thinking about. Can the demon read minds?

“Yup,” the demon says smacking his lips to make an obnoxious sound and Aomine’s pretty sure he
goes pale and he wonders how his heart hasn’t stopped beating from shock.

He sits down at the table and drops his head down onto it and groans and the demon snickers.
Aomine thumps his head onto the table a couple times and seriously considers calling up an
exorcist that very second.

Fuck off you ugly ass demon, Aomine screams in his head. There’s no answer, either in his head or
otherwise and he looks up to see the demon is frowning at him, looking like he is concentrating
very hard on something. Aomine continues to think hard, fuck off fuck off fuck off fuck off!
“Okay, I can’t read minds,” the demon says looking put out. Aomine sighs in relief, but doesn’t say
anything right away. “But I can sense your emotions, you know, human things like when you’re
angry, depressed, scared… things like lust—”

Aomine bolts up and slams his hands onto the table to stop the demon mid sentence. A demon is
not seducing him today, no way in hell. Speaking of Hell, he has a lot of fucking questions, but
first,

“I’m taking a shower,” Aomine says in a loud authoritative voice. “Any chance of you being gone
while I’m in there?”

“Not likely,” the demon answers as if Aomine had just asked him if it were going to rain.

Aomine huffs and turns to leave the kitchen. “Fine,” it’s not fine at all but he is mostly muttering to
himself, knowing the demon can hear him just fine, but this is more for Aomine’s sake. “Just don’t
do any demon stuff okay? Do you sleep? Take a nap. Sleep forever. Leave me alone.”

When Aomine gets into the bathroom he locks the door, hoping it’ll keep the demon away but he’s
not so confident. He turns on the water and strips before stepping under the hot stream, trying to
cling onto the temporary peace of the shower for as long as he can.

He needs to call Tetsu. Hopefully he knows someone who can help him get rid of his demon and
hopefully for free. Aomine supposes he can search the internet for some home remedies but he
really doesn’t want to piss off the demon anymore than he knows he already has. They haven’t
discussed many boundaries and so as far as Aomine knows, the demon has eventual plans to kill
him or eat him or drag his soul into Hell.

Or maybe he’ll try to seduce him.

Aomine is going to ignore the thought because he is sure that fucking a demon will probably get
him a Flash Pass to Hell. He’s heard stories about tormented souls and before last night the demon
had no idea what a TV was. There is no way Aomine is going to end up in Hell, especially after
having every streaming service available. Fuck no.

Aomine’s eyes had been closed while he was washing out the soap under the water and when he
opens them and looks down he sees that the water is a little red, like blood. He panics a little and
searches himself for a wound but doesn’t find one. He almost doesn’t remember about the claws
against his wrists until he steps back from the water and the chill makes the claw marks sting.

It’s not bad at all and there was hardly any blood in the water. The marks look like half moons,
bigger than human fingernails, a little more angular, but otherwise not scary or otherworldly. He’s
not bleeding anymore and the blood he’d seen mixed with the water was just what had dried on his
wrists. He’s about to wash the rest of it away when he looks up to see the demon standing in the
shower with him.

“WHA—” Aomine cries out in shock. He slips and he’s about to fall—and fucking die probably—
but the demon keeps him upright.

“What are you doing?” Aomine yells. His morning wood has turned into a full blown erection and
the demon is still wearing a complete outfit that consists of a basic shirt and some pants that look
like they belong to Aomine. He’s not going to ask.

“You were taking too long,” the demon shrugs not caring at all that his clothes— Aomine’s clothes?
—are getting soaked.
“I literally just got in here!” Aomine is so mad for not having peace, even in the shower. He’s livid
for having his plans of jerking off while he had the chance ruined. He’d never had a chance at a
moment for himself, he knows that now.

The demon doesn’t say anything, just looks at him expectantly.

“What?” Aomine hisses. “What the fuck do you want?”

“Aren’t you gonna,” he looks down at Aomine’s hard dick pointedly and Aomine feels his cheeks
burn.

“No! Fuck, no! What’s your fucking deal?” He really can sense Aomine’s emotions then. He could
probably tell that Aomine was horny and came in to...watch? To help?

No. Out of the question. Aomine is trying really hard to be casual, as if he’s naked around demons
(or attractive men, for that matter) all the time.

The demon starts humming again, that same horrible sound from before and it makes Aomine
shudder so that his whole body is covered in goosebumps.

“Don’t do that!” Aomine scolds and he lifts the hem of the demon’s soaked shirt and stuffs it
through his parted lips. He keeps shoving the fabric into his mouth, very aware that the demon
may want to bite his whole hand off but it’s worth the risk if it gets him to shut up and leave him
alone.

The demon doesn’t bite his hand off, but he does grab both of Aomine’s wrists and hisses at him.
He’s got his regular human teeth so he’s not scary to Aomine, but he does feel uncomfortable when
the demon turns to pin him against the shower wall.

Aomine winces when his grip squeezes the claw marks and suddenly Aomine’s not pinned
anymore. The demon is still holding onto Aomine’s wrists and Aomine watches as the demon lifts
his arm up to his face to inspect the wounds.

Aomine doesn’t say anything, only holds his breath when the demon lifts one of Aomine’s hands
to his mouth and licks away the rest of the dried blood he didn’t get to wash away. He does the
same to the other wrist and Aomine’s mouth goes dry.

It feels really good. The demon’s tongue barely grazed over the claw marks but it made Aomine
feel hot, like warmth was spreading all throughout his body from the inside, starting at the marks
on his wrist. He just licked his wrists but it felt sinful, like he was licking every inch of Aomine’s
most intimate parts. He wants to feel it again.

His cock wants to feel it again too. Fuck.

The demon presses his thumb into the marks on his wrist and Aomine jolts and pulls his hand
back. The warmth is gone now and left behind is a dull throbbing along with the sting that feels
familiar for this type of wound.

“You taste good,” the demon says and though Aomine knows he should be fucking terrified
because a demon telling Aomine that he tastes good is just proof that he wants to eat him, it just
turns him on even more.

The demon pulls Aomine’s wrist up to his face again and presses his tongue against the claw
marks. The warmth is back as the demon traces each mark with his tongue and it makes Aomine’s
blood sing. He feels like he’s thrumming, that his blood is glowing and he doesn’t want it to stop.
He wonders if his tongue will make him feel like that everywhere. He wants to test it.

The demon smirks at him and drops his hand. He leans forward to Aomine’s face, looking like
he’s going to kiss him but Aomine quickly ducks and grabs the shampoo bottle and squirts it in the
demon’s face.

“Why?” he growls and Aomine shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, hoping he at least
blinded the stupid demon.

He wraps a towel around his waist and glares at the demon when he pulls the shower curtain back
to give him a scary glare that’s not so scary because he’s still in his human form and completely
soaked.

“You think I’m stupid?” Aomine snarls. “I’m not letting you eat my soul so easy you damn
demon!”

“Soul?” the demon sounds disbelieving. “Who said anything about your soul that’s so gross I don’t
want to eat that!”

“So you just want to eat me then?” Aomine yells and he’s too pissed off and tired of this damn
demon to be scared anymore.

“I have more rules,” the demon suddenly says, ignoring Aomine’s protest.

“Yeah, well, you can take your stupid rules and shove them up your ass. I don’t give a shit—
mmmph!”

Aomine is forced to stop talking when he is pressed against the bathroom door with the demon’s
hand over his mouth.

“You’re the worst human I’ve ever met,” he snarls. “You’re infuriating and I can’t even tell if
you’re afraid of me or—”

He stops talking when Aomine’s cellphone starts ringing.

“What is that?” the demon asks curiously and pulls away from Aomine. “Is that a bell? Is
something going to happen?”

“I’ll show you,” Aomine placates. “But you can’t walk around my apartment like that, you’re
dripping. So just take off your clothes or—”

Aomine stops talking and screams because the demon is suddenly on fire. Aomine can see the red
eyes and the sharp teeth again, but not much else mostly because it’s all fire. He looks like a
burning man.

Just as suddenly the demon is back to his human form and the clothes he’s wearing are gone,
presumably disintegrated in the fire. Aomine is too freaked out to take in the sight before him, too
pissed off at being scared to do anything except throw a towel at the demon and leave the
bathroom in search of his phone.

Tetsu is calling.

“Oh Tetsu, thank god,” Aomine says, answering the call right away.

“Is everything okay, Aomine-kun?” Tetsu sounds concerned.

“No! You have to come help me!” Aomine cries. “We played the stupid Ouija and now I’m
haunted! I’m not even kidding, Tetsu, we’ve actually summoned something so now you have to
come over and help me get rid of it!”

The line is silent and Aomine checks to see it hasn’t been disconnected.

“Are you sure, Aomine-kun?” Tetsu sounds like he is concerned Aomine is not in his right state of
mind.

“Yes!” Aomine says angrily. “I’m fucking positive, it’s horrifying and I have no idea how to get
rid of it.”

The demon is in the living room with him, looking casual and like a normal human with a towel
wrapped around his waist, just like Aomine.

“Can you please just hurry up Tetsu?” He doesn’t want to sound desperate, but he really wants
Tetsu to take him seriously. Well, he’ll have no choice once he actually meets the demon.

“Okay, Aomine-kun,” Tetsu says. “I’m nearby but I’ll pick up some supplies before I head over.”

“Supplies. Good,” Aomine agrees, not really thinking about what supplies Tetsu means. “Great.
See you in a few.”

He turns to the demon. “Okay, demon,” Aomine says and the demon perks up, giving him his
complete attention. “Someone is coming over so now is your last chance to leave on your own.”

“How many times do I have to explain how this works?” he says in annoyance. “I’ll leave when I
want to.”

Aomine doesn’t say anything, because he’s going to exorcise the demon, so for now he’ll still have
to go along with him. He supposes he can’t let Tetsu see him naked so Aomine goes into his
bedroom and predictably the demon follows.

He checks his drawers for the pants that he’d seen the demon wearing and he can’t find them.
Great. They were his pants and now they’re ashes or less. He throws some more clothes at the
demon, starting with a shirt and then some boxers and finally a pair of pants that he hates.

Aomine dresses without looking at the demon and when he turns around he sees him only wearing
the shirt, with the towel still wrapped around his waist and holding up the pair of boxers and the
pants like he has no idea what they are.

“Which ones should I wear?” He looks confused.

“Both,” Aomine answers, bemused out of his mind. “That’s underwear, don’t you wear
underwear?”

“What’s underwear? Which one goes under?” Aomine snorts when the demon sniffs the boxers.
“Why do you need it? Isn’t one layer enough? It’s already so uncomfortable.”

Aomine wants to prank him and tell him the boxers go over the pants, but he’s more concerned
with the fact that the demon doesn’t wear underwear. He doesn’t know why the thought makes
him so curious.

He doesn’t get to say anything though, because the demon looks at the boxers and then at Aomine
and he drops the towel to slip his legs into the boxers.
Aomine can’t help but watch. His human form is perfect, all muscles. Aomine has never so badly
wanted to see what a soft dick looks like when it’s hard and before the thought even finishes the
demon is looking up at him with a smirk.

“You like having sex a lot?”

Aomine feels his face get hot, but worse than that his insides are squirming, fluttering
embarrassingly. The demon walks closer to him and it makes his insides squeeze in anticipation.

“Whoa, what’s this,” the demon teases. “The tension is really thick, huh? I can help with that you
know—”

He thankfully doesn’t get to finish his sentence because the doorbell rings and Aomine rushes out
of the room to answer it. He clears his throat and his mind before he answers the door because he
can’t let Tetsu see him like this.

He can’t believe he’s being seduced by a demon!

“Is that you Tetsu?” Aomine says over the intercom before answering the door.

“Yes it is, Aomine-kun, I came in a hurry like you asked.”

Aomine buzzes him and waits at the door, feeling nervous. He has no idea what’s going to happen
but he’s not about to deal with this by himself especially when it’s all Tetsu’s fault!

When Tetsu is in the apartment he puts down the bag he brought with him and looks around
expectantly.

“So what is it that’s haunting you?” Tetsu asks.

Aomine waits for his allegedly invited guest to come out of the bedroom but he doesn’t. Aomine
goes in the room to check and he’s not there.

“What the fuck?” Aomine murmurs to himself. “Oi, Tiger! Where did you go?”

There’s no answer.

“You named it?” Tetsu asks and Aomine can hear the tease in his tone.

“Fuck off,” he says. “You named him.”

And where the fuck is he? Aomine is getting pissed off.

“He was literally just here a minute ago,” Aomine explains as he walks back into the living room.
“He’s definitely fucking with me, he’s a horrible…”

He remembers that calling the demon a ghost offended it and though he was warned not to do it
again he’s not about to let Tetsu off the hook by not helping him.

“He’s a horrible, fucking, ugly ass ghost!” Aomine yells loudly. “He’s so hideous, Tetsu! I wish
you could see him! But you probably can’t because he’s a puny ass ghost!”

The demon doesn’t show, but every single door, including all of the cabinets in the apartment open
and slam at once. Aomine turns to look at Tetsu triumphantly, only to see Tetsu’s eyes opened
wide, a look of genuine shock on his face.
“See?” Aomine holds out his hand. “What did I tell you? Do you believe me? I’m being haunted
—”

He stops talking when he hears footsteps in the apartment. He thinks the demon will walk into the
room but he doesn’t and the footsteps cease.

“Maybe we should go,” Tetsu suggests.

“Fuck no!” Aomine yells. “You got me into this mess so now you have to help me out of it!
Besides go where? That thing already told me it’ll follow me everywhere!”

“Sounds a lot like your problem, Aomine-kun,” Tetsu says with a straight face.

Aomine groans at that, knowing that Tetsu wouldn’t really leave him. “Tetsu, I swear to god—”

Aomine is interrupted again when the light fixture from the kitchen drops to the floor and breaks,
the sound loud and startling, and very reminiscent of a horror movie. The demon is scary like this
and though Aomine knows he’s just messing with them, he’s actually very scared.

But more than that, he’s pissed off.

“I’ll move into a church, Tiger, I swear!” Aomine yells, ignoring how his voice cracked
embarrassingly. “Good luck following me in there you weakling ghost!”

Suddenly Aomine and Tetsu are both laying flat on the floor of the living room. Aomine can’t
move any part of his body, almost as if there is an immense pressure keeping him down. He
figures it’s the same for Tetsu.

“I want to go home,” Tetsu says. “This is out of the realm of my expertise.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” Aomine hisses, sitting up as soon as he feels he is able to.
“You haven’t even tried anything and how do you think I feel? I feel like I want to go home all the
time and I fucking live here!”

Tetsu sits up too and he goes into his bag to pull out the first of his supplies. Aomine really, really,
really hopes the demon isn’t going to start dragging them around by the legs.

“Okay,” Tetsu says. “Let’s try to draw it out first.”

Tetsu is holding a bundle of sage and he hands one to Aomine. Tetsu brings a lighter to the tip of
the bundle and puts out the flame so that the sage is smoking. He does the same to Aomine’s
bundle and they stand up and walk around the apartment, waving their bundles of sage in all
corners and random directions.

“I think I’ve got something,” Tetsu says and he waves the bundle in a corner of the living room.
Aomine walks over and sees that the smoke is doing weird things, as if it’s crowding and outlining
something.

“Aha!” Aomine calls and he furiously shakes his sage in the corner, ignoring how the motion looks
like he’s intensely whacking off a dick.

He hears coughing and then the demon appears in his human form, rubbing his nose.

“That smells awful,” he says and Tetsu hastily steps back in fright.

“There is a ghost?” Tetsu sounds so surprised and when Aomine turns to him he sees that he’s so
scared.

The demon growls and Tetsu’s face gets pale.

“Stop that,” Aomine scolds the demon, like he’s a misbehaving puppy. Once again he listens and
Aomine now thinks that no matter how many times it happens he’ll always be surprised. “Tetsu,
don’t call him a ghost or he’ll rip your head off. Also, the sage smells amazing, you dumbass
demon.”

Tetsu stiffens up. “Well, it is clear you do have a haunting. I’m not sure this is going to work, but I
also have two more backups.”

Good, Tetsu! Aomine cheers in his head. There will be peace at last!

Tetsu walks up to the demon with his fist curled and Aomine thinks he’s going to punch the
demon, which would probably be very, very bad for Tetsu but instead of a punch Tetsu throws a
shitload of salt in the demon’s face.

He immediately starts sneezing and rubbing his eyes and Aomine sort of hates himself for thinking
that he’s cute.

“Ugh,” the demon complains. “What is that?” He keeps sneezing.

“It didn’t work,” Tetsu says. “I thought he’d melt or burn up or something—”

“Are you trying to kill me?” The demon lunges forward to snarl right in Tetsu’s face and Tetsu
freezes so Aomine pulls him back and steps in front.

“We’re trying to get you to leave, you dumbass demon!” He turns to Tetsu, keeping a hand up to
keep the demon back and away from Tetsu. “What’s the other backup, Tetsu?”

“Right,” Tetsu says and out of his bag he pulls a wooden crucifix. He holds it up to the demon but
the demon just leans forward and takes a huge bite out of it, chews on it, and swallows.

“The fuck was that?” he asks as he licks his lips. “Tasted horrible.”

“Oh my fucking god!!” Aomine yells, frustrating. “Is nothing going to work!”

“I can see that’s not a ghost,” Tetsu says, looking at the demon. “It’s too strong to be a ghost and
too sentient.”

The demon stares at Tetsu, looks at Aomine and then back to Tetsu and grins. “I like this guy.”

“Good,” Aomine replies. “Go haunt him instead, you bastard.”

“Nope,” the demon grins. “You summoned me here and since this place is yours I will still haunt
you.”

“It’s intelligent,” Tetsu says, no longer looking afraid of the demon.

“I wouldn’t go as far as to say that,” Aomine grumbles. “Plus, just because he says he likes you
doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to eat you.”

“But he’s not scary,” Tetsu says.

Aomine rolls his eyes and looks at the demon. “Show him what you really look like, demon.”
“Are you really a demon?” Tetsu asks with a mix of confusion and wonder, and then he yelps and
startles back when the burning man is once again in Aomine’s living room. Aomine doesn’t
scream or scoot back this time but he is still afraid, especially considering this time Aomine can see
the original silhouette. The demon looks tall, big, like he has horns and wings, and through the
flames Aomine is sure he can see crimson eyes.

The demon changes back into his human form, and Aomine is glad he is keeping to his word in not
showing Aomine his scary form. Then Aomine realizes that the demon’s clothes are completely
intact, so his earlier fire outburst had intentionally turned Aomine’s favorite pants into a crisp for
no reason other than to fuck with him.

Aomine wants to argue and yell some more but Tetsu is stunned and Aomine waits for the shock to
pass.

“Do you have any other backup strategies, Tetsu?” he asks after a moment.

“I’d have to make a phone call and set up an arrangement for someone to come here,” Tetsu says.
“We need a professional, or at the very least, someone who knows more about this. A demon,
huh?”

Tetsu reaches his hand out towards the demon but Aomine stops him. “What are you doing?”

“I just want to see,” Tetsu says calmly. “Can I, Tiger-kun?”

“Tiger-kun?” Aomine exclaims. “Tetsu he’s a demon!”

Tetsu doesn’t listen and the demon looks at him suspiciously before shrugging. “Yeah, go ahead.”

Tetsu places his hand on top of the demon’s head and feels his hair and then the side of his face.
The demon simply watches and when Tetsu pulls his hand away, he follows the touch.

“Hm, a real demon with a physical manifestation. Would I be able to touch your burning form,
too?” Tetsu asks.

“Okay, that’s enough!” Aomine says. “Tiger is not changing back into that scary ass fireball and
Tetsu, what the hell? You’re supposed to help me get rid of him not make friends with him!”

“You’re right, Aomine-kun,” Tetsu says. “I’ll go make that phone call to see when we can set up
an appointment. After that I’d love to hear more about where you came from, Tiger-kun, if that’s
okay.”

Leave it to Tetsu to make friends with literally anyone and be polite to literally anything. The
demon agrees to speak with Tetsu after the phone call and Tetsu leaves the room to do that.

Aomine glares at the demon. “You hear that? We’re calling an exorcist so don’t get too
comfortable. You’ll be on your way out soon.”

The demon grins at him and Aomine can’t help but think that it’s a sexy smirk. He glares some
more when the demon’s grin widens and he answers with a smug, “We’ll see.”

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