[one-shot] Arashi; As long as stars are above you
Fandom: Arashi
Title: As long as stars are above you
Pairings: Ohno Satoshi x Ninomiya Kazunari
Genre: romance, fluff, songfic
Rating: PG
Summary: There is no end to what they are.
Notes: A belated present for Ohno's 33rd birthday and just in time for my wifey's (anafase) ♥ Happy Birthday! I've been struggling these past weeks to find a nice idea to write, and this wonderful song inspired me for this. I just finished it and I know it could have been better, but I still hope you like it :3 ¡Adorote!
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer if I can
Sometimes, Nino wonders if this is really what falling in love means - just falling, non-stop.
He’s been in love several times, or at least he thinks so; he’s liked some girls, fallen for them, fallen down to the point where his feelings have completely burned out and slowly become cold.
But, with Ohno, it is completely different.
He doesn’t even know when it started. He doesn’t remember when he started liking him, or when he realized he didn’t just like him. He only knows he’s nothing without him, that if there wasn’t him, if there wasn’t them, he would barely be a shell of himself, shreds of a heart, disjointed parts of a person.
The moments he is suddenly aware of it, it’s scary and amazingly perfect at the same time - being with Ohno in the same room and thinking he’s staring at a part of his soul. A part that breathes and lives on its own, but still is inside of him at all times. A part that is always safe, because he knows he’ll never, ever let go of it, whatever happens to the rest of his self.
Time only has any meaning when there’s a beginning and an end to it, he thinks, and there’s neither of them in this world they share. The world that keeps them awake at night when they shouldn’t be, contemplating the stars from Ohno’s balcony, coffee in hand, wondering if they will end up floating up there someday, lost in the moonlight.
Nino is sure they will. If they keep falling like this, falling up instead of down, so high they can’t see where they are anymore, they will.
Maybe that’s what forever means.
*
How long will I need you?
As long as the seasons need to
Follow their plan
It’s well past midnight already, but Ohno still doesn’t realize. He’s too focused on the canvas in front of him, creating - no, not creating, just trying to capture what is inside his mind. But today, for some reason, it is difficult. Today, anything he draws doesn’t seem good enough. It’s dull, boring. He has the colors, the ideas, but not the ability to arrange it in the way he wants.
“Happy birthday, old man.”
There’s a whisper next to his ear, followed by soft lips placing little kisses on the back of his neck, warm arms closing around his body.
“I don’t know what to draw,” he confesses, and Nino stops to have a look at the canvas.
“What do you have in mind?”
Ohno shrugs. He doesn’t really know. He guesses there are so many emotions, so many years, so many seasons, so many days and hours and minutes he could put in a picture it would be too difficult to choose now. And yet, he just wishes he could give a shape to the things that never change, like the way he’s always the same - always in love, always with Nino.
If only it were possible to paint happiness as intense and bright as it is.
*
How long will I be with you?
As long as the sea is bound to
Wash up on the sand
The only time Nino goes to the beach is when Ohno wants to go. But he hates it. He hates the way the blazing sun burns his skin, the way the water keeps coming closer and closer, and especially the way the sand gets stuck between his sandals and the sole of his feet. And yet, there he is. Without any specific purpose, no cameras or crew around. Just him, under an umbrella, and Ohno, standing in the shore.
Opposite him, Ohno is exactly in his element. He came out of the water a couple of minutes ago, when Nino yelled it was late, and has been standing there in silence for a while, letting the last rays of the sun dry his already tanned skin. Nino observes the tiny drops of water running down his back before evaporating, and hates the sea more than ever, because it makes him extremely jealous - jealous because, today, it has managed to steal Ohno from him.
So he decides he’ll claim him back tonight. He’ll erase the water and the sand from his skin and embrace him tighter than the waves; he’ll love him so deep and for so long he’ll forget about the sea, its sound, its smell, its color. Nino gets up and walks next to Ohno, entwines their fingers together, and slowly pulls him away from the shore and closer to him. He presses their foreheads together before kissing him, sealing the promise he just made to himself.
The promise to never lose against the sea, if it’s about Ohno.
*
How long will I want you?
As long as you want me to
And longer by far
His body is burning, and yet he feels cold.
It’s not just the fever - it’s also the feeling that, for the first time in ages, he hasn’t been able to go to work, but Nino has, and he’s been lying here all day long, and the bed is too big, too cold, too empty.
The moment he hears Nino’s voice, he thinks it’s the phone once again. That is, until the palm of a hand he knows more than his own is pressed against his forehead and he knows he’s actually here.
Nino clicks his tongue and, before he asks why the pills he left on the bedside table this morning are still there, Ohno moves aside and grunts until he gets him to lie beside him. He sloppily throws his sweaty limbs around him and buries his nose in his neck, feeling high as ever.
He welcomes the shape of Nino’s body, his smell, the way his throat vibrates when he complains Ohno should take better care of himself at his age. He also complains that it’s too hot, and too heavy, without moving a single inch, though, and Ohno knows he’s won this time.
Later, when they both fall asleep, Ohno is firmly convinced that, even if it had more side effects than this dizziness he feels just from being near him, he would still choose Nino as a medicine.
*
How long will I hold you?
As long as your father told you
As long as you can
When the cameras are rolling, Ohno and Nino play in the shadows between truth and lies. They let their eyes meet, always gravitating towards each other; they write in the air the words they will never say out loud and, although some think they do, nobody ever knows - nobody ever understands what they are doing.
But the times when Nino can’t hold it anymore and has to have Ohno, has to allow his fingers to wander deep to well-known places and marked territories in his body, it isn’t a game anymore. Because then it is dangerous. They could get caught kissing fiercely, hands all over each other, disheveled clothes and messy hair. It would make things so different, so complicated, and yet, it is impossible to stop.
He knows before Aiba sees them in the green room and immediately turns around, red and fidgety. Before Sho arrives early to rehearsal and clears his throat next to the changing room, where he knows they are. And also before Jun goes to Ohno’s hotel room to make sure he’s awake the first day of their tour and finds him in his bed. He knows before the three of them tell them to be careful, to be safe, for their own sake first, and for the others second.
But also, every time, he’s aware of the risks they are taking. He doesn’t really need anybody to remind him. All he needs is Ohno to say yes, however he wants to say it, and he’ll always find a way to be with him, no matter what, whether the world understands or not.
*
How long will I give to you?
As long as I live through you
However long you say
The movement of Nino’s fingers as he strums his guitar has always been hypnotic for Ohno. Lying on the sofa next to him, quiet and still, he lets go of anything else inside him as notes travel from the instrument directly to his ears. He vibrates with them, deciphers them, uses them to paint intricate images in his head and gets lost in them.
Even if it goes for hours until late at night, he never gets tired. He listens to the melody being built little by little, the lyrics being a soft hum at the beginning and a stream of meanings at the end. They are subtle, but direct and honest at the same time. The Nino who writes them is the one who also looks for his hand while he sleeps and whispers to him under the sheets - whispers how one day they will be the end of each other.
He observes Nino’s mouth, his lips, and the words that come out from between them, wondering how such a wonderful connection, the one that gives life to Nino’s music, is even possible.
He feels he could spend the rest of his life like this, simply contemplating how Nino pours his heart into an empty sheet, and how he does it so beautifully it hurts.
*
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer if I may
There’s a myriad of lights, tiny but numerous, illuminating the huge stadium. And amongst them, shining a thousand times brighter, there’s Ohno. Nino is observing him from the side of the stage, proud and lovesick, forcing himself to believe he’s real and not a part of his imagination.
This part of Ohno is so different from the one he usually shows, so incredibly different Nino has to make an effort not to be blown away. And, yet another time, he’s fascinated by the atmosphere around him and the way he always dances as if the air was solid, as if he could easily walk on it; he ends up hopelessly entranced by his clear, strong voice perfectly hitting every note, and how it flows in unison with the movements of his body.
“I love you,” he sings, and Nino is almost incapable of believing he’s the single person in the stadium, as well as in the entire world, Ohno has truly said that to.
“I love you,” he moves his lips in response, and, suddenly, he realizes he will never say that to anybody but Ohno.
I love you.
*
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
To Ohno, being with Nino is a promise of eternity.
It used to be like standing at the edge of a cliff, anxious, afraid, hesitating. But then he saw Nino waiting to jump from the other side, and it was amazingly easy to follow him and dive in head first.
“Careful,” Nino says as he gives him a steaming mug of coffee.
Ohno takes it and turns his head to look back at the moon, big and mysterious from his window. Nino joins him, and they drink in silence for a while, sitting in the mess of sheets that was Ohno’s bed a while ago.
“What is it?” Nino asks when Ohno turns again to look at him.
The pale blue light outlines his profile, and Ohno finally knows what he is going to draw next. He leans to his side and reaches his hand to touch Nino’s face.
“Everything,” he says, and Nino places a soft kiss on his thumb, “you.”
Year after year, he just becomes more certain that they will never, ever reach the ground.
Thanks for reading~
Title: As long as stars are above you
Pairings: Ohno Satoshi x Ninomiya Kazunari
Genre: romance, fluff, songfic
Rating: PG
Summary: There is no end to what they are.
Notes: A belated present for Ohno's 33rd birthday and just in time for my wifey's (anafase) ♥ Happy Birthday! I've been struggling these past weeks to find a nice idea to write, and this wonderful song inspired me for this. I just finished it and I know it could have been better, but I still hope you like it :3 ¡Adorote!
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer if I can
Sometimes, Nino wonders if this is really what falling in love means - just falling, non-stop.
He’s been in love several times, or at least he thinks so; he’s liked some girls, fallen for them, fallen down to the point where his feelings have completely burned out and slowly become cold.
But, with Ohno, it is completely different.
He doesn’t even know when it started. He doesn’t remember when he started liking him, or when he realized he didn’t just like him. He only knows he’s nothing without him, that if there wasn’t him, if there wasn’t them, he would barely be a shell of himself, shreds of a heart, disjointed parts of a person.
The moments he is suddenly aware of it, it’s scary and amazingly perfect at the same time - being with Ohno in the same room and thinking he’s staring at a part of his soul. A part that breathes and lives on its own, but still is inside of him at all times. A part that is always safe, because he knows he’ll never, ever let go of it, whatever happens to the rest of his self.
Time only has any meaning when there’s a beginning and an end to it, he thinks, and there’s neither of them in this world they share. The world that keeps them awake at night when they shouldn’t be, contemplating the stars from Ohno’s balcony, coffee in hand, wondering if they will end up floating up there someday, lost in the moonlight.
Nino is sure they will. If they keep falling like this, falling up instead of down, so high they can’t see where they are anymore, they will.
Maybe that’s what forever means.
*
How long will I need you?
As long as the seasons need to
Follow their plan
It’s well past midnight already, but Ohno still doesn’t realize. He’s too focused on the canvas in front of him, creating - no, not creating, just trying to capture what is inside his mind. But today, for some reason, it is difficult. Today, anything he draws doesn’t seem good enough. It’s dull, boring. He has the colors, the ideas, but not the ability to arrange it in the way he wants.
“Happy birthday, old man.”
There’s a whisper next to his ear, followed by soft lips placing little kisses on the back of his neck, warm arms closing around his body.
“I don’t know what to draw,” he confesses, and Nino stops to have a look at the canvas.
“What do you have in mind?”
Ohno shrugs. He doesn’t really know. He guesses there are so many emotions, so many years, so many seasons, so many days and hours and minutes he could put in a picture it would be too difficult to choose now. And yet, he just wishes he could give a shape to the things that never change, like the way he’s always the same - always in love, always with Nino.
If only it were possible to paint happiness as intense and bright as it is.
*
How long will I be with you?
As long as the sea is bound to
Wash up on the sand
The only time Nino goes to the beach is when Ohno wants to go. But he hates it. He hates the way the blazing sun burns his skin, the way the water keeps coming closer and closer, and especially the way the sand gets stuck between his sandals and the sole of his feet. And yet, there he is. Without any specific purpose, no cameras or crew around. Just him, under an umbrella, and Ohno, standing in the shore.
Opposite him, Ohno is exactly in his element. He came out of the water a couple of minutes ago, when Nino yelled it was late, and has been standing there in silence for a while, letting the last rays of the sun dry his already tanned skin. Nino observes the tiny drops of water running down his back before evaporating, and hates the sea more than ever, because it makes him extremely jealous - jealous because, today, it has managed to steal Ohno from him.
So he decides he’ll claim him back tonight. He’ll erase the water and the sand from his skin and embrace him tighter than the waves; he’ll love him so deep and for so long he’ll forget about the sea, its sound, its smell, its color. Nino gets up and walks next to Ohno, entwines their fingers together, and slowly pulls him away from the shore and closer to him. He presses their foreheads together before kissing him, sealing the promise he just made to himself.
The promise to never lose against the sea, if it’s about Ohno.
*
How long will I want you?
As long as you want me to
And longer by far
His body is burning, and yet he feels cold.
It’s not just the fever - it’s also the feeling that, for the first time in ages, he hasn’t been able to go to work, but Nino has, and he’s been lying here all day long, and the bed is too big, too cold, too empty.
The moment he hears Nino’s voice, he thinks it’s the phone once again. That is, until the palm of a hand he knows more than his own is pressed against his forehead and he knows he’s actually here.
Nino clicks his tongue and, before he asks why the pills he left on the bedside table this morning are still there, Ohno moves aside and grunts until he gets him to lie beside him. He sloppily throws his sweaty limbs around him and buries his nose in his neck, feeling high as ever.
He welcomes the shape of Nino’s body, his smell, the way his throat vibrates when he complains Ohno should take better care of himself at his age. He also complains that it’s too hot, and too heavy, without moving a single inch, though, and Ohno knows he’s won this time.
Later, when they both fall asleep, Ohno is firmly convinced that, even if it had more side effects than this dizziness he feels just from being near him, he would still choose Nino as a medicine.
*
How long will I hold you?
As long as your father told you
As long as you can
When the cameras are rolling, Ohno and Nino play in the shadows between truth and lies. They let their eyes meet, always gravitating towards each other; they write in the air the words they will never say out loud and, although some think they do, nobody ever knows - nobody ever understands what they are doing.
But the times when Nino can’t hold it anymore and has to have Ohno, has to allow his fingers to wander deep to well-known places and marked territories in his body, it isn’t a game anymore. Because then it is dangerous. They could get caught kissing fiercely, hands all over each other, disheveled clothes and messy hair. It would make things so different, so complicated, and yet, it is impossible to stop.
He knows before Aiba sees them in the green room and immediately turns around, red and fidgety. Before Sho arrives early to rehearsal and clears his throat next to the changing room, where he knows they are. And also before Jun goes to Ohno’s hotel room to make sure he’s awake the first day of their tour and finds him in his bed. He knows before the three of them tell them to be careful, to be safe, for their own sake first, and for the others second.
But also, every time, he’s aware of the risks they are taking. He doesn’t really need anybody to remind him. All he needs is Ohno to say yes, however he wants to say it, and he’ll always find a way to be with him, no matter what, whether the world understands or not.
*
How long will I give to you?
As long as I live through you
However long you say
The movement of Nino’s fingers as he strums his guitar has always been hypnotic for Ohno. Lying on the sofa next to him, quiet and still, he lets go of anything else inside him as notes travel from the instrument directly to his ears. He vibrates with them, deciphers them, uses them to paint intricate images in his head and gets lost in them.
Even if it goes for hours until late at night, he never gets tired. He listens to the melody being built little by little, the lyrics being a soft hum at the beginning and a stream of meanings at the end. They are subtle, but direct and honest at the same time. The Nino who writes them is the one who also looks for his hand while he sleeps and whispers to him under the sheets - whispers how one day they will be the end of each other.
He observes Nino’s mouth, his lips, and the words that come out from between them, wondering how such a wonderful connection, the one that gives life to Nino’s music, is even possible.
He feels he could spend the rest of his life like this, simply contemplating how Nino pours his heart into an empty sheet, and how he does it so beautifully it hurts.
*
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
And longer if I may
There’s a myriad of lights, tiny but numerous, illuminating the huge stadium. And amongst them, shining a thousand times brighter, there’s Ohno. Nino is observing him from the side of the stage, proud and lovesick, forcing himself to believe he’s real and not a part of his imagination.
This part of Ohno is so different from the one he usually shows, so incredibly different Nino has to make an effort not to be blown away. And, yet another time, he’s fascinated by the atmosphere around him and the way he always dances as if the air was solid, as if he could easily walk on it; he ends up hopelessly entranced by his clear, strong voice perfectly hitting every note, and how it flows in unison with the movements of his body.
“I love you,” he sings, and Nino is almost incapable of believing he’s the single person in the stadium, as well as in the entire world, Ohno has truly said that to.
“I love you,” he moves his lips in response, and, suddenly, he realizes he will never say that to anybody but Ohno.
I love you.
*
How long will I love you?
As long as stars are above you
To Ohno, being with Nino is a promise of eternity.
It used to be like standing at the edge of a cliff, anxious, afraid, hesitating. But then he saw Nino waiting to jump from the other side, and it was amazingly easy to follow him and dive in head first.
“Careful,” Nino says as he gives him a steaming mug of coffee.
Ohno takes it and turns his head to look back at the moon, big and mysterious from his window. Nino joins him, and they drink in silence for a while, sitting in the mess of sheets that was Ohno’s bed a while ago.
“What is it?” Nino asks when Ohno turns again to look at him.
The pale blue light outlines his profile, and Ohno finally knows what he is going to draw next. He leans to his side and reaches his hand to touch Nino’s face.
“Everything,” he says, and Nino places a soft kiss on his thumb, “you.”
Year after year, he just becomes more certain that they will never, ever reach the ground.
Thanks for reading~