HAIKYUU PROMPTS

Chapter 23: Jesus and Rock 'n' Roll Couldn't Save My Immortal Soul

Summary:

Pairing: Bokuto (top) x Akaashi (bottom)
Prompt by: Ice_Flow
Prompt: Demon!Bokuto x Human!Akaashi

(E/n: slight angst)

It started out as a normal Saturday morning, with Akaashi trying to summon the devil.

Okay, that’s laying it a bit thick. He was just trying to summon a minor demon. The reason? He was lonely. He had tried everything, but it never worked. After his parents died when he was four, he locked all his emotions away, and no relative wanted this ‘child that doesn’t act like a child’ so he went to an orphanage, where he was youngest, so no one wanted to play with him. People in primary thought he wouldn’t play with them because he rarely showed emotions and was ‘scary’. These kids carried this belief to high school where they spread this news around and he soon became the weird kid; the last one picked for the team in PE; the one without a partner during chemistry…

Uni wasn’t much better. He got in on a scholarship so he had no time to go to parties. He just studied, studied, studied… soon he got the title of ‘nerd’ and not even his roomie wanted to hang out with him. In the second year he moved in with his friend and Akaashi was all by himself. He graduated alone – no friends to take pictures with and no parents to be proud of him. Of course he didn’t let that bring him down.

He went to live in one of cool apartments in New York, working as an interior designer for a good company. That is, until that Saturday morning.

The week preceding it had been the worst in Akaashi’s life. He had made three kind-of friends in the company and he decided he trusted them enough to come out to them. Bad move. Word got to the boss and he soon got fired. For ‘poor effort’ they said, but Akaashi knew it was homophobia. He had loved his job and he had put every effort he could – it was either that or his best effort just wasn’t enough.

That was on Monday. On Tuesday he got rejected from all jobs he applied for because he ‘didn’t have the communication skills’…just because he was quiet. On Wednesday he went to a bar. No one spoke to him – not even the barman. Akaashi was really beginning to hate the fact that he was so quiet. That night he registered for a friend site but all he got were creeps. On Thursday he contemplated suicide. On Friday he stood on top of Brooklyn Bridge and looked down, ready to jump. A few stupid teenagers took out their phones and urged him on, talking about how they would go ‘viral’. Akaashi returned home and burst into tears – he did that a lot, when no one was looking.

On Saturday morning Akaashi woke up and made himself coffee. He drank it. He was in his super-large work shirt. They didn’t have his size when he was buying it and now he decided to sleep in it and his boxers only. He was filing through the bookshelf, looking for something to read. The previous tenants had left behind a lot of stuff, including a lot of books. Akaashi hadn’t had time to read before, but now he decided it was time. He read the backs of the books but most were in different languages – greek? He pulled out one at random. There was a picture of a fluffy pokemon-like animal on the front.

Akaashi quickly put his cup down and opened the pages, wondering if maybe he should get a cat, and nearly dropped the book. It was written in English (or translated into) and completed with pictures. It was a demon summoning book. The previous tenants had been freaking Satanists. He flipped pages hurriedly. There were pentagrams and incantations as well as pictures of what summoned who. There were some pretty scary things – a large wolf-like being with bat wings; a woman with glowing eyes; a pit of darkness…

And then, on one page, there was a creature. It was fluffy and small with big eyes and Akaashi knew straight away that no creature could substitute for it. He quickly read the description – friendly, playful, affectionate…the pentagram looked pretty simple and the incantation was short. Maybe… Akaashi shrugged. There was practically no chance the book was real – I mean, who translated demon summoning rituals into English? But he dug out a sharpie anyway and rolled back the carpet in his room. Referring to the book, he sketched the pentagram. It was a good one – he wasn’t a designer for nothing.