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trans-shuichisaihara · 6 years

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so I was lying in bed like three weeks ago like huh what if my tragedy au + @aroseandapen & @tricky-leader‘s twins au and then this happened

i’m such big love for kurochi please check out @twoforonespecialau it’s so good

The wind nipped at Kaito’s skin, causing him to wrap his arms around himself tighter. Three layers and that still wasn’t enough to keep himself warm from January’s chill, deeper than usual due to the complete shitstorm that was the end of the world. Worn boots trudged through black snow, kicking aside awkward clumps as he searched for anything of use.

Not that it was easy to see anything through the scarf wrapped around his face and hair flattened down over his eyes by his hat.

“Anything on your end, Akamatsu?” He called over to her, practically shouting to avoid it coming out little more than a mumble.

“Maybe? I think some of this stuff is salvageable. Problem is dragging it back and fitting it in the van.” She gave a heavy pat to the air conditioning unit she was examining when he shuffled over.

He looked it over. “Mm, well, this should fit all right. Iruma took out the one we brought back last week, right?”

“Yep, the night before last. She said it was garbage but workable, so this one should be good too.”

He let out an amused snort. “She thinks everything is garbage.” He rubbed his gloved hands together. “Alright, I’ll go get the cart. See if you can find some smaller stuff to fill up the rest of the space.”

Once she nodded in agreement, Kaito gave her a thumbs up and turned away to head back to where they parked the van, which was two blocks over just to be safe. If anyone happened to see them, a car farther from where they were scavenging would be less likely to be jacked.

Another attribute of the van that kept them safe was that Iruma made the locking mechanism completely silent. Kaito probably took that for granted too often; hell, all of her inventions, even the weirdly sexual ones, were incredible in their own way. As he unlocked the van, he wondered if he should let her know that she was appreciated.

Even if the praise would only make her head even bigger than it already was.

The cart he came to get was barely that. Iruma had taken a door, slapped three sets of wheels on it, and called it a day. He definitely wouldn’t be complimenting this one. In all honesty, he despised the stupid thing; it was a pain to move around and always sounded like it was on the verge of snapping in half whenever they loaded something onto it. To make it more compact for the van, it had no handles, meaning he either had to crouch down to push it along the ground or carry it over. Neither were ever appealing options.

As he was tugging the cart out of the back, he caught movement in the corner of his vision. He froze, warily scanning the car interior. Was he imagining- No. There was a wisp of breath from the front seat, silent but visible in the cold air.

He swallowed, fear seeping into his body. He wasn’t armed, not since- not since what happened with the tasers. Still, despite what had happened before, he couldn’t help but wish for the reassurance having a weapon brought in the unknown of situations like this.

He waited a long moment before deciding to resume pulling out the cart. If the intruder hadn’t done anything to engage after the long period of silence, it was likely that they weren’t looking for a fight. That could mean that they were unarmed as well. At least, Kaito hoped so, because he was about to make a bad decision.

Once the cart was out and on the ground, Kaito clambered back in, standing as tall as he could in the back of the van without hitting his head on the ceiling. The person in the front seat held their breath as Kaito approached, until...

He leaned over the passenger’s seat and looked straight into a familiar face, wide purple eyes staring back into his own.

Kaito sighed in relief, leaning back. “Fuck Ouma, you scared the shit outta me. You can’t just-“ Before he could finish scolding him, Ouma suddenly threw open the door at his side, practically jumping out of the van as he sprinted off.

Kaito gaped for a split second, quickly recovering to shout, “Hey! This ain’t the time to be playin’ tag!” He then hopped out of the van and chased after him, determined to figure out why he’d decided it was a great idea to sneak along when he could’ve just asked.

Kaito didn’t get far in chasing him when the weather decided to screw with him, unseen black ice causing him to lose his balance and go tumbling to the ground. He cursed loudly as his shoulder hit the ground, damp cold accompanied by pain.

Normally, when someone got hurt was when Ouma would stop his antics. This time, he only glanced back at Kaito, just long enough for him miss Akamatsu rounding the corner, concern on her face from the racket Kaito was making.

“Akamatsu, grab ‘im!” He shouted, and Ouma’s head jerked forward in time to avoid crashing into her. Fortunately, that didn’t save him from his imminent capture, as she lunged and wrapped her thick-coat arms around him.

He immediately began to squirm and kick to escape her hold. Kaito sighed as he struggled to his feet, brushing off his clothes and shaking his gloves. “Geez, what the hell’re you doing? This seriously isn’t the time to be...” He paused.

Somewhere in-between the van and his capture, Ouma’s hood had fallen down. And while he still had that familiar round face and those childish eyes and purple hair in a similar enough style, Kaito knew his boyfriend well enough to say with certainty that...

“You’re not Ouma.”

Ugh, this was awkward. Kaito furrowed his brows, scratching the back of his head. “Uh, sorry, thought you were someone else.”

Akamatsu’s grip slackened as she shot a confused look at him and not-Ouma, allowing the latter to slip out of her grasp and huddle into the alley wall defensively. “What’s going on?” She questioned.

“Well, uh, I was gettin’ the cart, and this guy was in the van-” He paused. “Wait! What the hell were you doing in our car then?!” He glared at the stranger, who glared right back. He pursed his lips, refusing to answer despite the visible tremble in his hands.

Speaking of which, in his hands was- “Hey, that’s my lunch!” Kaito stormed up to him, holding his hand out expectantly. “Give it back!”

Not-Ouma only held the container of food closer to his chest, sticking his tongue out and making a quick hand gesture at him.

Kaito ignored it and was about to try to grab the container from him, when something hit the back of his head. A snowball..? He spun around just in time to see a figure duck back behind the far corner. What the-

“Hey, wait!” Akamatsu cried, and Kaito quickly snapped back to them. Not-Ouma was sprinting past her, ducking under her attempt to grab him.

“You snooze, you lose!” He yelled at them in English, disappearing around the corner.

“You fuck!” Kaito yelled after him uselessly. He huffed and kicked at the snow. Dammit! What a fucking brat just like Ouma.

Akamatsu patted his shoulder comfortingly. “It was just your lunch, right? I’ll share mine, and we’ll head back early.”

Kaito grumbled but nodded, trudging back to the van to get the cart. Again. He grumbled more as he picked it up, dragging it back to the dumb air conditioner he wasn’t sure he even wanted anymore. Stupid doppelganger having the nerve to look like Ouma and steal his food and- and just being a brat!

He sure wasn’t going to come to Yamaguchi again anytime soon.

When they wearily pulled into the driveway of their home, Kaito was relieved to see Ouma peeking out through the window. Some things never change, and he was sorta glad that was one of them.

“You’re back early,” he chirped as they entered, hopping off his perch at the window and over to their side, greeting them with quick hugs.

Akamatsu fondly ruffled his hair. “Had a run-in with some other survivors. Momota-kun’s lunch got stolen.”

Ouma gasped. “Whaaat?! The lunch I made for my dear Momo-chan?!” He gave an exaggerated sniffle. “I, I was looking forward to him coming home and chewing me out about how spicy I made it!”

“You did what?!” Man, he should’ve figured; Ouma had been too eager to give it to him. He shook his head. “Well, whatever. I didn’t get to eat it, so your prank failed.”

“So rude! Who do I have to get revenge on for messing up my messing with poor Momota-chan?!”

He snorted. “You only have yourself to blame. Literally.”

Ouma tilted his head. “Oh?”

“The guy that stole it could’ve been your doppelganger. Looked almost exactly like you, hell, was even a bit of an asshole like you.”

For a brief second, he thought Ouma tensed. “A doppelganger? Are you sure you haven’t been reading too many fairy tales?” He folded his arms behind his head, grin not quite reaching his eyes.

“I swear on my life that’s how it was. You agree, right Akamatsu?”

She nodded. “It was a bit eerie how much he looked like you. I think the only difference was that he wasn’t as well kept as you are.”

Ouma suddenly broke into tears. Kaito sputtered; they didn’t seem like his normal crocodile tears, but-

“I can’t believe you guys are gonna replace meeeee!” Ouma cried after an almost hesitant pause. “I’ll have to travel all the way to Aomori in order to duel my double to the death, that way you’ll have to accept me as the real Ouma Kokichi!”

“H-Hey, cut it out. We’re not gonna do that, plus we didn’t even go that way. I told you this morning we were going to Yamaguchi, right?”

Ouma quickly stopped, wiping away the (probably, possibly, hopefully) fake tears. “Oh, right, well, I wasn’t paying attention. I don’t really care where you guys go, after all.” He gave them a wide smile. “So as long as you promise not to tell me lies about seeing a twin of me then I’ll forgive you for thinking about replacing me!”

Kaito rolled his eyes. “We weren’t lying, and we would never replace you, so you have nothing to worry about.” He brought a hand to Ouma’s head, affectionately ruffling his hair. “So anyway, help us bring in the shit we picked up.”

Ouma obliged, but proceeded to fill their silent work with loud exaggerations about what he and Iruma did all day. Kaito took that to mean that he probably just sat around waiting for them to get home. By the time everything was in and the four of them huddled under the kotatsu for warmth, the strange encounter from earlier was the last thing on his mind.

Kaito woke up cold. He shifted, blindly trying to find Ouma’s warmth in the pile of blankets. When that proved to be difficult to do, he grumbled, prying open his eyes. He spent a long minute feeling around for his curled up body, but eventually determined that he wasn’t in the bed.

Kaito frowned. He reluctantly pulled himself out of their bed, keeping a blanket wrapped around him as he did so. It was possible that Ouma was just going to the bathroom or couldn’t sleep and got up, but something in Kaito still urged him to look around.

He checked the roof first. He shivered the moment the frozen air filled his room, immediately regretting his decision; if Ouma had gone up, surely that would’ve woken Kaito up from how cold it was. Still, he looked anyway, but as he expected, he wasn’t there.

He closed the window, wiping at his now-dripping nose as he shuffled over to Ouma’s room. The room felt abandoned from how untouched it was; maybe it was time to suggest using it for something else? Hm... Maybe it was too soon. He shook his head, poking around for a minute before leaving and heading downstairs.

Not in the kitchen, not in the living room. He was about to check the outhouse when Ouma’s shoes being gone caught his eye, but the fresh layer of untouched snow in the backyard made him pause. He lingered uncertainly by the back door, before turning and heading to the garage.

The van was gone.

#kurochi ouma #kokichi ouma #kaito momota #kaede akamatsu #drv3 #twins au #tragedy au #my post #fanfic #oumota #there's jaden/jadochi if you squint

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aroseandapen · 3 years

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{Don’t go asking to be a horror movie protagonist when you’re terrified of ghosts}

For the @badthingshappenbingo; prompt: caught in a storm

A sudden storm drives Kaito to seek shelter. Nothing unusual could ever happen in an abandoned house. Ghost AU.

Warnings: Past Suicide

Drizzle turned into downpour, with whipping winds throwing sheets of freezing water directly into his face. Kaito pulled the side of his jacket up as a shield, but it quickly soaked through. His eyes stung, bringing tears in defense of the painful wind.

He didn’t think he’d make it home like this.

Quickly he scanned the street, hoping for an overhang to huddle underneath until the worst of the storm passed. Miraculously, he saw a vacant house tucked between two others, the wind having blown the door open to flap against the elements like it was waving him in. Really, it would be rude of him not to take the invitation the gods offered up to him. Technically it might be trespassing, but what was the law of man against the powers that be.

He could hardly see anyway with how ferociously the wind kicked water up directly into his eyes. Surely no one would denounce him for popping into a house for shelter for an hour at most, especially when no one else was using it.

Squinting against the rain and wind, he jogged up the walkway, forcing the front door shut behind him and dragging the deadbolt into place so that the wind couldn’t blow it back open.

Immediate relief washed over him. The wood groaned and glass panes rattled under each gust that buffeted the side of the house, but it was safer and warmer compared to being outside. His clothes and hair dripped into the entryway. Too bad there probably weren’t any towels left in this vacant place; he could really use one right now.

The small entryway opened up into a large area, ornate stairs directly in front of him leading up to the next floor, double doors to the left and the right that were cracked open. A smaller door was tucked half out of sight by the stairs. He opened it, hoping that it was a closet that contained at least one bit of fabric he could use to dry off. Fortunately, it actually was a closet. Less fortunately, there was nothing inside.

Kaito sighed. Dammit. Well, beggars couldn’t be choosers, he supposed. He shrugged off his jacket and peeled off his shirt, hanging both over the handrail lining the stairs after wringing them out. His exposed chest left him shivering somewhat in the large drafty house, but it was better than dragging around soaking fabric that hung heavy over him the entire time. And while there was no hope of them drying before he left this place again, at least it might be a bit better by the time he had to put them back on.

He lingered by his hanging shirt and jacket for a moment to consider his next move. Nothing really to do now, he supposed, but to explore the house for a while, right?

First he swept the lower floor, peeking into wide rooms occupied by worn furniture--the odds and ends left behind by the final owner’s evacuation. A chair knocked over in one corner had spiders weaving their webs between the legs and the floor. The kitchen had a fold-up table leaning against the wall, but it’d been bent out of shape in such a way that Kaito wondered how the hell it’d stood on its side in the time since it’d been abandoned.

One room in particular was crammed wall to wall in junk, so that when he pushed the door, it would only open a couple inches before getting stuck. A storage room, evidently, but he couldn’t tell for what reason and why it’d been left behind. Unable to get in to sift through the stuff in the room, there was nothing of interest on the ground floor for him.

Kaito stepped back, hand on the door handle to close it. Just then the wind outside picked up, whistling through the tiny cracks in the house. The door slammed shut, no input from him.

He jumped back, heart rolling into his throat. A chill ran down his spine, hairs sticking up on the back of his neck. Probably just uneven air pressure from the wind, he figured, but that didn’t make it any less damn creepy. Like something lurking in the house didn’t want him in that room.

Which was dumb. Silly. Nothing--nobody--was in the house but Kaito. Maybe a homeless guy or two, although he hadn’t seen evidence that anyone had been in this place recently, but still nothing supernatural.

Yeah. He had goosebumps now for absolutely no reason.

And for no reason at all, he sped-walked down the hallway to return to the staircase. His skin prickled with his back to the door, but he refused to look back. As he lingered by his hanging clothes, he was suddenly reminded of the many scary movies that took place in an abandoned house in the middle of a storm.

Tree branches slapped against the side of the house, screeching along the glass window panes. He jumped.

“Dammit. Get yourself together, man,” he grumbled, rubbing the back of his head. Something about the sound of his own voice filling the void of the house made him feel a bit more secure. Enough so that he could finally take the next step, heading up the stairs to check out the top floor of the house.

He opened up the first room, and nearly slammed the door shut again in pure shock. It was a child’s room, practically untouched. Dust covered every inch of furniture--a small bed with the corners still tucked under the mattress, a desk, a tiny chest in the corner. He couldn’t imagine how it was still there, why it’d been left behind. His heart wrenched with dread. Nothing good could come from this room, left behind to be forgotten with the rest of the house empty.

Slowly, he closed the door. It didn’t feel right to wander into some kid’s room, even if it had been abandoned for however long. This adventure felt less fun by the room. He moved onto the next door down, dragging his feet heavily across the floor.

He opened the door, noticed two things: the room was almost a perfect mirror of the previous, and a torn racoon plush was slumped against the leg of the bed.

A face popped in front of his eyes.

Kaito screamed.

He pinwheeled his arms and scuttled back. His head slammed into the wall in his rush to escape. The face briefly retreated, then surged forward again.

“Wait, you--.”

A person, it was a fucking person speaking to him, transparent and floating inches above the ground. A ghost, right in front of him.

Kaito ducked and twisted his body. He dug his toes into the floor and sprinted down the hall for the stairs. Even without looking behind him, he could sense the ghost in hot pursuit. Outside the wind howled, rain pelting the house.

He’d take a full hurricane, plus an earthquake, before he dealt with a ghost.

“Don’t!” it called, voice thin and bouncing off the walls as if the sound, too, was chasing him.

Flying down the stairs, he full-body slammed into the front door so hard that he bounced off it. He staggered back, but he didn’t bother to right himself before he threw himself at it again. The knob turned easily and he yanked on it.

The door creaked and clattered in the frame, but did not open. Kaito choked on his heart.

“Fuck, no, come on, come on!”

He pushed and pulled, jerking the door to force it open. No matter what he did, though, it wouldn’t budge. Was it the storm? The ghostly figure whistling down the stairs after him now? Was he trapped in this abandoned house he’d recklessly taken shelter in?

“Fuck!” The door was no good. His eyes darted along the wall, searching for an alternate route. A screech that hurt his ears and teeth drew his attention over to where the branches outside scraped against the window. The window!

He made a mad dash for it, bulldozing ahead with all intentions of crashing out through it. A misstep, though, twisted his ankle and brought him tumbling to the floor. His head cracked against the floorboards and stars burst in his vision. He hissed in pain, the room spinning around him. Stunned, he could barely move when the half-there figure once again swam into view.

“A-are you ok? Oh no, please don’t be…” The face grimaced. His eyes darted around, looking for something. Then, as if realizing he could do nothing even if he found what he was looking for, regret filled the ghostly features. “Take it easy ok? Hang in there.”

Kaito blinked rapidly. His head throbbed with each bat of his lashes. “Gh…” He brought a hand to his forehead. “What the hell… are you?”

Hurt flooded his expression. “I’m…” Face pinched, he looked away and crossed his arms. Something was vaguely familiar about his appearance, especially when he posed like that. “I mean… you can tell, can’t you? That’s why you...”

That was why he ran.

“...you got hurt.”

“Wait, what?” Despite the ghost’s urgings for him to take it easy, Kaito forced himself to sit up. The ghost, as if startled, drew chillingly close to him, hands hovering over Kaito’s shoulder. When he flinched, the ghost withdrew. He blew out a relieved sigh. “Of course I got hurt. You were chasing me.”

“I wasn’t.” The ghost pouted. “You were just running…” His face twitched uncomfortably. “Ok I guess that is chasing, but… I wasn’t gonna do anything.”

“You locked me in!” Kaito protested with a burst of anger. He staggered to his feet. “You made the door jam shut, how the hell am I supposed to take that?!”

A flash of irritation twisted the ghost’s expression. “I didn’t! You’re the one who locked the door when you came in here!”

The faint memory of sliding the deadbolt to keep the door from blowing back open scratched the back of his mind. The angry fire in Kaito’s gut immediately extinguished. “Oh… right.” He rubbed the back of his head. “Who’re you supposed to be anyway? What do you want with me?”

“I’m Kurochi; I don’t want anything with you. You’re the one who came into my house. Or… the house I grew up in, I guess… So who are you?” Kurochi ended with a question, his tone defensive.

“Kaito. It’s raining outside and this place was abandoned, so…” He shrugged. For some reason he felt guilty, but he didn’t know why he should. It wasn’t his fault that he didn’t expect the place to be literally haunted by some kid. “How old are you?”

He shrugged. “Don’t know, probably same age as you? It’s been… a long time.”

“So when did you...?” he blurted out the question, regretting it as soon as the words left his mouth. He was asking about an actual person’s death here; he wouldn’t be surprised if Kurochi grew furious because of it.

The ghost didn’t. His face did fall, however, eyes dropping to the floor. “I… died when I was twelve. So… I don’t know. It’s been years since then, though.”

“You don’t look twelve.” Even if Kurochi would have been the same age as him, if he died at such a young age he should have looked the part. Although Kurochi did have a young face, it wasn’t as if he looked like a child.

Kurochi only shrugged. “I don’t really know what I look like. Mirrors don’t exactly work when you’re…” He gestured toward his incorporeal body. “I have a twin brother, though. Maybe I look like he does now.”

Suddenly Kaito realized just why Kurochi had looked so familiar to him before. “Wait! I think I know… what’s your full name?”

“Oshi…” Kurochi started, then stopped. He looked physically pained before he shook his head and quickly changed the name he was about to give. “Ouma. That was my mother’s family name, that’s what… we wanted before…”

Kaito’s eyes bugged. The pieces fit too well to be a coincidence.

“Wait, was your brother named Kokichi?” Kaito could see his classmate in the ghost’s (transparent) features. It wasn’t exact, but the resemblance was enough to be uncanny.

He’d never seen quite a mixture of shock, hope, and horror in a person before like he saw in Kurochi’s face the moment the question left his lips. A tremor ran through Kurochi; he pulled in so close to Kaito that he could feel his own body heat being sapped from him by the chill of Kurochi’s form. Kaito backed up, unnerved and trying to get some space, but Kurochi only closed it again.

“Yes! You’ve seen him? Is he ok? He’s ok, right? He’s safe? Right?”

The anxious questions tumbled out in a rush. Kurochi seemed to shimmer, the anticipation practically leaking out of his body. Part of Kaito regretted saying anything, but that was overwritten by the overwhelming relief that he had some good news to tell.

“Yes. He’s ok. A little shit sometimes, but he’s good as far as I can tell.” Which probably wasn’t saying much; Kaito had the feeling that Kokichi hid a great deal beneath his wide grin and clowning behavior. It was blatant now, considering he’d never heard of a twin brother who’d died when he was twelve. “We’re classmates now.”

Kurochi melted to the floor, almost passing through it as he sunk in his deep relief. “He’s safe… he’s good, thank god…”

He held a hand over his chest, where his heart would be if he still had one.

“What I wouldn’t give to see him again…”

Well, that was a wish well within Kaito’s ability to grant. “Do you want to? I can bring him here for you.”

“No! No, no, no, don’t you dare!” Kurochi shrieked, making Kaito jump and fumble back.

The vehement reaction to the negative shocked Kaito. “What? Why not? You just said you wanted to see him, right?”

Tremors ran through Kurochi. He hunched his shoulders, tucking his chin down as if to hide himself from Kaito’s gaze. With a tiny, quick movement, he shook his head and said, “I… don’t want to put that burden on him. If he’s started to get over my death, I want it to stay that way. If you brought him here… I don’t think he even will move on.” His bottom lip trembled; Kurochi closed his eyes. “I can’t handle that. I already left him behind, I can’t… I can’t…”

Despite the innate fear he had of the ghost, the pathetic wobble of Kurochi’s voice pulled on Kaito’s heartstrings. He stepped forward, raising a hand as if to rest it comfortingly on his shoulder. Just before he made contact, he remembered that it wasn’t possible to touch him, and he quickly pulled his hand away. Trying and failing to touch Kurochi would probably only make the ghost feel worse. “Hey, it’s not your fault you died…”

Big watery eyes met his, but the tears never fell. “It is… I… I… when we were twelve, I just couldn’t…”

Shame forced Kurochi’s gaze back down and he trailed off without explaining. He didn’t need to, Kaito understood without him being explicit about it. Kaito swallowed hard.

“For what it’s worth… I’m sorry you felt that way. That the only way to escape whatever the hell you went through was… that. I know I just met you, and tried to run away from you and all, but… no kid deserves to feel that way. No one does,” he said, solemnity muting his tone.

Kurochi near-smiled at his heartfelt sympathy. It didn’t quite lift his expression, but there was something appreciative deep in those eyes. “Thanks. I just… wish I never put Kokichi through that though. I… ruined everything.”

No, that wasn’t his fault. Kaito didn’t know much about his--and by extension, Kokichi’s--childhood, but regardless, it wasn’t a twelve-year-old’s fault if he was so overwhelmed by the pain in his life that he killed himself. Boiling heat stirred in his chest, anger at the injustice rising on Kurochi’s behalf. He was just a child. He deserved so much better than life had given him back then--up until now, too, living as a ghost alone in this abandoned house, not a soul to talk to.

Kaito decided then: he would give him that. While he couldn’t fix the past, he could be that bond Kurochi needed to help him work through what happened to him. He couldn’t bring him back to life, but he could help Kurochi move on. Whatever ‘moving on’ meant for a ghost.

“You didn’t ruin shit--and I’ll show you, too! After this storm passes… I’ll be back tomorrow! And probably the day after that, or next week even! And the week after too!”

Kurochi stared, bemused. And yet--though perhaps it was wishful thinking on his part--Kaito thought he saw something hopeful sparking deep in those hollow eyes. “You’ll… but why?”

“To hang out with you, what else?”

Kurochi choked--or maybe he snorted--shaking his head hard. “No I get that, but… why?”

“Because…” Kaito planted his fists on his hips. “...everyone deserves at least someone at their side, right? And if you don’t want me telling Kokichi about you, I’ll just have to keep you company myself then!”

#kairochi #kaito momota #kurochi ouma #badthingshappenbingo #danganronpa v3 #drv3 #Drabble.#prompt: caught in a storm #ghost au #this one is gonna be a two parter baybee #with a different prompt in the next part tbh

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