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Tetsu and Satsuki are really into ghosts because they’ve been reading and watching about them so they think, “Hey it’ll be fun to play with a Ouija board, right?”
“Wrong,” Aomine thinks, but he’s a tough guy. He’s not going to tell them that he’s scared, no way! 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 is a 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 folds 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) the TV turns off (Aomine weeps some more), 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, 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; 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?!”