Seeing You(Oneshot)
Title: Seeing You
Author: ace3851
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ohmiya
Length: One-shot
Genre: Angst -> Fluff
Disclaimer: It is so fiction that it kind of hurts, I can't take it-
Summary: Ohno Satoshi is Death; his job is slip through time and space, granting death. Ninomiya Kazunari is a cursed soul that Death has to take every time his reincarnation turned 21 years old. Over the hundreds of encounters between the two, where they meet each other only to have to separate soon after, love happens...
The loneliest man in the world is Death.
Death is short and lean, looking to be somewhere in his early twenties. Death’s purpose was to grant curses of death to people. The process went like this: Death would slip into his subject’s era and space. He would then inform his subject of their fate, and then stay by their side for the next few days; within the few days, Death’s presence itself slowly kills the subject. During the process, only the subject can see Death.
For what was maybe an eternity of two, Death had been slipping through time and space, watching lives come to an end over and over again. It’s been so long since he, too, was once human, before he was named Death. That time lays forgotten, as it is not important anymore; he was Death now, and it was all he stood for anymore.
But once every million, he comes across a certain soul. The soul was given a curse that killed him at the age of 21 in every reincarnation of his life.
This soul goes by the name Ninomiya Kazunari.
He was the first and only one to ask Death, with eyes so fearless and kind, his true name. The boy, in every reincarnation of himself, actually talks to Death, and sees him as more than just ‘death’.
This time around, it’s in a peaceful world that is ready for a future full of prosperity and good fortune. Ninomiya Kazunari is knitting mittens for a sibling’s birthday when Death appears before him.
“Who are you..? How’d you get in?” the boy asks, slight shock in his voice.
“My name is Death,” Death speaks. The lines come to him without thought; it had been embedded onto his soul itself from being repeated so many times. “I’m here to take your life, as decided by a distant curse. It will take about three days; spend your remaining time wisely, Ninomiya Kazunari.”
Usually, the subject turns into a terrified mess, bombarding Death with questions and/or mean words.
This boy, though, turns quiet for an hour or two, and wanders around his house a bit with an unreadable expression. But then, after quietly eating dinner with his family and returning to his room to get ready to sleep that night, he turns to look at Death curiously. The look gets Death in the heart every time; it has no fear or hate, and there’s even kindness in the caramel eyes.
“So, do you eat? Or sleep?”
“No,” Death answers after a short, confused pause.
“So you just go around non-stop? Watching people die?”
Death shuffles awkwardly, not used to talking about himself; he has to take a moment to think before he answers: “It’s my purpose. After all, I am Death...”
The boy frowns. “Purpose? Isn’t it more like a job? You only do it because you have to, right?”
Death casts his gaze low uncomfortably.
“How did you become Death?”
“I was a human being once,” Death mumbles, thinking back to a time that feels so painfully ancient.
The bullies were young and immature. They weren’t thinking straight when they dropped 9-year-old Ohno Satoshi into the well.
Something in Ohno’s throat hurts, so he can’t yell for help. His limbs can barely move.
As his soul was slowly fading from the world of the living, an angel floats over.
“You don’t hold any grudges against them,” the angel says to him.
‘It’s not their fault that they’re a little dense yet,’ Ohno responds with his mind. His voice only rings through his heart, but the angel can hear it, giggling in response.
“How curious,” the angel murmurs, patting Ohno’s head. The touch makes the pain in Ohno’s body mysteriously fade away, but he still can’t move.
“I have the perfect job for you, Ohno Satoshi. You’re dying in this body; I’ll pull you out of it and turn you into a supernatural being. In exchange, you will be given the responsibility of serving life’s flow as Death - the one who grants curses of Death.”
The story replays in Death’s mind. He simplifies it to the boy: “An angel assigned me to this job.”
“That means you have a real name?” Ninomiya asks.
It’s the 108th time that Death was coming to take Ninomiya Kaznunari’s life. The 108th time to see the thin lips, caramel eyes, button-like nose and signature mole on the chin. The 108th time that Death introduces his true name:
“My name is Ohno Satoshi.”
From there, it’s like usual; the boy tells Ohno to call him “Nino,” and asks him all the personal questions one could ask. Most of the conversation had been repeated 108 times before, but Ohno doesn’t get tired of it. It gets better every time, Ohno thinks instead, finding that he’s learned to laugh more and more each trip he took to take Nino’s life.
And then, for the 108th time, Ohno watches Nino die. He falls asleep the third night, never to wake.
Each time, the pain Ohno gets in his chest by seeing the boy go would grow. The anticipation to see him again also grows, but so does the sadness that that meeting would be merely three days long, too.
--
The 203rd time around, Ohno finds Nino in a snowy world.
A day had passed since the ‘reunion.’ Nino had asked for Ohno’s name again, and Ohno had tasted his own name on his tongue for the 203rd time.
“I thought we were putting up the lights this weekend,” Nino’s sister whines, holding the ladder steady as Nino set up holiday lights onto rooftop edges of their house.
“I’m busy this weekend,” Nino says. Ohno, sitting next to Nino’s sister(she can’t see him; she had walked through him countless times), sees through the excuse and feels his heart sink a bit.
“I’m tired,” Nino groans after the decorations are done. “Wake me up when the sun falls in a couple of hours. I’ll turn on the holiday lights then - it’s really pretty. I want to show you.”
At night, the two walk outside. Ohno smiles, awed by the scenery.
The house is small and old, but the darkness of the night hides that; instead, what jumps out at Ohno is the mixture of white, red and green lights. Everything’s in perfect balance, and Ohno can’t help but just stare for a while.
For centuries after Nino passes away, the image burns in Ohno’s heart.
---
Death finishes dealing with one subject, and then slips into his next realm, only to find himself in a strange void.
A familiar angel stands before him, and Ohno can’t tell if it looks concerned or amused.
“You’ve been strange lately,” the angel says.
“In what way?” Ohno asks.
“You’re feeling more,” the angel chimes.
Ohno frowns. “I feel normal.”
The angel just chuckles at Death, shaking its head.
“You know that if you make a mistake, you’ll be reduced to nothing, right?”
Ohno looks away, grumbling.
“Well, a new rule was passed,” the angel says playfully, circling around Ohno, its feathers tickling his shoulder.
“Not only you, but so will the one who caused the mistake.”
Ohno looks up seriously. The angel smiles an angelic smile. “So, you’ll be careful, right?”
“Yes…”
---
It is around the 800th encounter - Ohno didn’t keep track of the exact number anymore - when Nino says something he has never said to Ohno.
“I think you’re really special to me.”
Ohno stares at the younger questioningly.
“I don’t really understand but… I feel like I’ve known you forever. And when I’m talking to you, I just... I’ve never felt such a strong connection with someone. It’s strange, huh,” Nino murmurs.
In this reincarnation, Nino is sick and bed-ridden. It’s not life-threatening just yet, but it leaves the boy weak and paler than Ohno has ever seen him in any form. The sickness has nothing to do with the curse, but Ohno feels guilty anyway.
Connection, Ohno wonders. That’s what it was? That’s why he was so interested in repeated words from the boy, why he looked forward for the times that they would meet again, and why his heart felt like exploding every time Nino died on him? But… why?
Ohno furrows his eyes in thought; he didn’t really understand connections; he was brought into a life of meaningless meetings at the age of nine.
The older blinks, even more confused, when Nino scoots over to the closest side on the bed to Ohno, and reaches out.
Unconsciously, Ohno reaches out, too. Their hands move closer and closer, and then right past each other.
Nino sadly stares at his small hand that moves through Ohno’s slightly transparent, elegant-fingered one. Tears stream down his pale cheeks, and it makes Ohno’s heart swell with something.
If I can slip out of this realm, Nino would survive.
But if I do that, both of us would disappear.
Ohno blinks, shocked by the thoughts that pop into his mind.
Two hours later, Nino falls asleep. Two more hours after that, he breathes his last breath.
Ohno’s throat tightens, and he gasps out a breath. He stumbles out of the room, and then falls to his knees messily in the narrow hallway of the building.
Was he crying? Ohno wipes a hand across his face, and observes tears on them.
He covers his face with both of his hands. And when he has clamed down enough, he looks up and sees that he’s back in the angel’s void; the angel floats over him with a slight smile(it was always smiling).
“I’m sorry,” Ohno mumbles hoarsely. The angel looks over the broken appearance of Death curiously.
“You’re in love with him,” the angel says to Ohno.
“Ohno Satoshi… you’ve shown such loyal service to us for so long,” the angel starts, stretching its wings a little. “So the council agreed to let you go; you’ve done enough for us.”
“Let me go..?” Ohno asks.
The angel nods, smiling childishly. “You’ll be transformed back into a regular soul, and sent back into the regular flow of life. Ninochan's curse will be taken off, too; as a treat from us to you.”
Ohno frowns a little. “Then.. will I ever see him again?”
The angel laughs playfully, wings waving around energetically. “Maybe. Maybe not. But you really love him, right? So don’t worry.
I’ll be sending you off now. In fact, I think if you hurried, you could catch up to Ninochan… maybe walk with him until you reach the bridge of life.”
--
Everything is white. There isn’t trail that Ohno can see, but he somehow just knows where to walk.
There are blank human figures walking along the trail with Ohno. They’re all the same; simply blank. But one figure, in the distance, that is special to Ohno.
Ohno runs.
“Nino,” he calls out hopefully, trying to get through the crowd of blank figures as quickly as possible. Ohno sees Nino turn around in response.
And then, when their eyes meet, all the figures disappear, and it’s just the two of them in the strange place.
“Ohchan,” Nino smiles.
Hand in hand, they walk together. Nino’s hand is warm in Ohno’s; Ohno cherishes the warmth.
The bridge is big, wooden and mysterious. Heavy fog surrounds it, and Ohno can’t see beyond the middle of it.
“So this is goodbye?” Nino asks sadly, leaning his head onto Ohno’s shoulder.
“It’s not the end,” Ohno responds. “We’ll meet again. I love you, you know.”
Nino gives his signature giggle, and kisses Ohno’s shoulder.
“You promised, Satoshi,” Nino murmurs softly. Ohno nods, squeezing the younger’s hand.
And, together, they step onto the bridge. They cross it, and disappear into the heavy fog.
----
Arashi, one night following a concert in Hokkaido, stays over at a hotel.
Ohno’s room is to himself. He falls asleep right away, exhausted from the long performance.
It’s half an hour past midnight when Ohno wakes up to a certain member of Arashi climbing into his bed.
“Satoshi,” Nino whispers, shaking Ohno’s shoulder to wake the older. Ohno grumbles, turning to face Nino.
“What ‘d you want,” Ohno groans. He’s tired and annoyed, and about to whine some more but all that fades away when Nino wraps his arms around Ohno tightly, burying his face in Ohno’s chest and sniffling.
“I had another one of those dreams,” Nino explains with a wavering voice. Ohno wakes up some more, wrapping his arms around the younger protectively and kissing the top of his head.
Nino had strange dreams sometimes. They’re apparently different memories of him and Ohno that never actually happened.
What made Nino so sad about the dream was how, in the dreams, the two would always meet only to be separated again. Also, Ohno inside the dreams looked so sad - so much that Nino would sometimes cry out of simply remembering.
Nino cries, face buried in Ohno’s chest; by then, Ohno’s fully awake, whispering soothing things and dropping occasional kisses onto the younger.
“It’s just a dream; it’s okay. I’m right here, Kazu, I won’t leave…”
Eventually, Nino’s crying is reduced to small, occasional tears and hiccups, also some sniffling.
“Want me to make you something to eat?” Ohno asks cheerfully, ruffling the younger’s hair.
Nino shakes his head, sniffling.
“We can play card games if you want,” Ohno offers.
Nino shakes his head once more.
“Okay… what should I do to make you feel better?” Ohno asks. Nino looks up from the tear-stained fabric on Ohno’s chest, and Ohno can’t help but to lean in and kiss him softly.
Nino wraps his arms around Ohno’s neck, and kisses harder.
“I’ve something in mind,” Nino explains in between kisses. Ohno frowns slightly.
“We have to be up early tomorrow, you know,” Ohno says against Nino’s lips.
Nino simply smirks, thin lips curving invitingly.
“You better hurry, then.”
--
The next morning, the alarm clock rings at 4 in the morning. Ohno literally slams his hand onto it to stop it; it’s too early, Ohno’s sleepy mind thinks.
Ohno would’ve gotten up then, but Nino’s too warm and inviting under the blankets. That’s a good enough excuse for Ohno to return to bed, re-tangling his limbs with the younger’s.
--
And then, at 5, Aiba barges into the room.
“Leader, get up!! Everyone’s waiting-“
Ohno grumbles, and Nino sinks into the blankets and Ohno.
-
After a good amount of scolding from Jun and their manager, Arashi and the crew are on the bus to their next destination. Sho tries to cheer everyone up, and although it takes around half an hour, it works.
Ohno sits next to Nino on the bus; he wouldn’t usually, but he is still concerned about the younger’s dream.
“This is why we shouldn’t sleep in the same room,” Ohno says to Nino, who is trying not to fall asleep while fighting a giant dragon on his PSP.
At one point, Nino dozes off in the few seconds that it takes for the game to load. He jumps up, and scolds Ohno for not waking him up; apparently, he lost 600z - whatever that meant.
“You should sleep,” Ohno sighs defeatedly. Nino shakes his head, and continues playing. But less than a minute later, he switches off his game and tosses it into his bag before curling up onto his side on the small bus seat, resting his head on Ohno’s lap.
The bus ride is quiet at one point; people are either trying to sleep or staring out the window.
“Don’t ever leave me, okay,” Nino mumbles in his sleep. Ohno blinks. Then smile.
“I promise.”
Ohno believes himself 120%.
Because even if Nino were to commit the nastiest crime in the world, Ohno would still love him. Even if Nino turned into the most disgusting insect in the world, Ohno would still kiss him.
It’s a weird, unexplainable thing; Ohno grew to love everything about Nino without reason.
Almost as if he had known the younger for eternities.
As if Nino’s dreams were true memories, from somewhere far away…
------END-------------
This was... weird......
Now, time to finish Precalculus homework. *Curls-up-and-dies*
Author: ace3851
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ohmiya
Length: One-shot
Genre: Angst -> Fluff
Disclaimer: It is so fiction that it kind of hurts, I can't take it-
Summary: Ohno Satoshi is Death; his job is slip through time and space, granting death. Ninomiya Kazunari is a cursed soul that Death has to take every time his reincarnation turned 21 years old. Over the hundreds of encounters between the two, where they meet each other only to have to separate soon after, love happens...
The loneliest man in the world is Death.
Death is short and lean, looking to be somewhere in his early twenties. Death’s purpose was to grant curses of death to people. The process went like this: Death would slip into his subject’s era and space. He would then inform his subject of their fate, and then stay by their side for the next few days; within the few days, Death’s presence itself slowly kills the subject. During the process, only the subject can see Death.
For what was maybe an eternity of two, Death had been slipping through time and space, watching lives come to an end over and over again. It’s been so long since he, too, was once human, before he was named Death. That time lays forgotten, as it is not important anymore; he was Death now, and it was all he stood for anymore.
But once every million, he comes across a certain soul. The soul was given a curse that killed him at the age of 21 in every reincarnation of his life.
This soul goes by the name Ninomiya Kazunari.
He was the first and only one to ask Death, with eyes so fearless and kind, his true name. The boy, in every reincarnation of himself, actually talks to Death, and sees him as more than just ‘death’.
This time around, it’s in a peaceful world that is ready for a future full of prosperity and good fortune. Ninomiya Kazunari is knitting mittens for a sibling’s birthday when Death appears before him.
“Who are you..? How’d you get in?” the boy asks, slight shock in his voice.
“My name is Death,” Death speaks. The lines come to him without thought; it had been embedded onto his soul itself from being repeated so many times. “I’m here to take your life, as decided by a distant curse. It will take about three days; spend your remaining time wisely, Ninomiya Kazunari.”
Usually, the subject turns into a terrified mess, bombarding Death with questions and/or mean words.
This boy, though, turns quiet for an hour or two, and wanders around his house a bit with an unreadable expression. But then, after quietly eating dinner with his family and returning to his room to get ready to sleep that night, he turns to look at Death curiously. The look gets Death in the heart every time; it has no fear or hate, and there’s even kindness in the caramel eyes.
“So, do you eat? Or sleep?”
“No,” Death answers after a short, confused pause.
“So you just go around non-stop? Watching people die?”
Death shuffles awkwardly, not used to talking about himself; he has to take a moment to think before he answers: “It’s my purpose. After all, I am Death...”
The boy frowns. “Purpose? Isn’t it more like a job? You only do it because you have to, right?”
Death casts his gaze low uncomfortably.
“How did you become Death?”
“I was a human being once,” Death mumbles, thinking back to a time that feels so painfully ancient.
The bullies were young and immature. They weren’t thinking straight when they dropped 9-year-old Ohno Satoshi into the well.
Something in Ohno’s throat hurts, so he can’t yell for help. His limbs can barely move.
As his soul was slowly fading from the world of the living, an angel floats over.
“You don’t hold any grudges against them,” the angel says to him.
‘It’s not their fault that they’re a little dense yet,’ Ohno responds with his mind. His voice only rings through his heart, but the angel can hear it, giggling in response.
“How curious,” the angel murmurs, patting Ohno’s head. The touch makes the pain in Ohno’s body mysteriously fade away, but he still can’t move.
“I have the perfect job for you, Ohno Satoshi. You’re dying in this body; I’ll pull you out of it and turn you into a supernatural being. In exchange, you will be given the responsibility of serving life’s flow as Death - the one who grants curses of Death.”
The story replays in Death’s mind. He simplifies it to the boy: “An angel assigned me to this job.”
“That means you have a real name?” Ninomiya asks.
It’s the 108th time that Death was coming to take Ninomiya Kaznunari’s life. The 108th time to see the thin lips, caramel eyes, button-like nose and signature mole on the chin. The 108th time that Death introduces his true name:
“My name is Ohno Satoshi.”
From there, it’s like usual; the boy tells Ohno to call him “Nino,” and asks him all the personal questions one could ask. Most of the conversation had been repeated 108 times before, but Ohno doesn’t get tired of it. It gets better every time, Ohno thinks instead, finding that he’s learned to laugh more and more each trip he took to take Nino’s life.
And then, for the 108th time, Ohno watches Nino die. He falls asleep the third night, never to wake.
Each time, the pain Ohno gets in his chest by seeing the boy go would grow. The anticipation to see him again also grows, but so does the sadness that that meeting would be merely three days long, too.
--
The 203rd time around, Ohno finds Nino in a snowy world.
A day had passed since the ‘reunion.’ Nino had asked for Ohno’s name again, and Ohno had tasted his own name on his tongue for the 203rd time.
“I thought we were putting up the lights this weekend,” Nino’s sister whines, holding the ladder steady as Nino set up holiday lights onto rooftop edges of their house.
“I’m busy this weekend,” Nino says. Ohno, sitting next to Nino’s sister(she can’t see him; she had walked through him countless times), sees through the excuse and feels his heart sink a bit.
“I’m tired,” Nino groans after the decorations are done. “Wake me up when the sun falls in a couple of hours. I’ll turn on the holiday lights then - it’s really pretty. I want to show you.”
At night, the two walk outside. Ohno smiles, awed by the scenery.
The house is small and old, but the darkness of the night hides that; instead, what jumps out at Ohno is the mixture of white, red and green lights. Everything’s in perfect balance, and Ohno can’t help but just stare for a while.
For centuries after Nino passes away, the image burns in Ohno’s heart.
---
Death finishes dealing with one subject, and then slips into his next realm, only to find himself in a strange void.
A familiar angel stands before him, and Ohno can’t tell if it looks concerned or amused.
“You’ve been strange lately,” the angel says.
“In what way?” Ohno asks.
“You’re feeling more,” the angel chimes.
Ohno frowns. “I feel normal.”
The angel just chuckles at Death, shaking its head.
“You know that if you make a mistake, you’ll be reduced to nothing, right?”
Ohno looks away, grumbling.
“Well, a new rule was passed,” the angel says playfully, circling around Ohno, its feathers tickling his shoulder.
“Not only you, but so will the one who caused the mistake.”
Ohno looks up seriously. The angel smiles an angelic smile. “So, you’ll be careful, right?”
“Yes…”
---
It is around the 800th encounter - Ohno didn’t keep track of the exact number anymore - when Nino says something he has never said to Ohno.
“I think you’re really special to me.”
Ohno stares at the younger questioningly.
“I don’t really understand but… I feel like I’ve known you forever. And when I’m talking to you, I just... I’ve never felt such a strong connection with someone. It’s strange, huh,” Nino murmurs.
In this reincarnation, Nino is sick and bed-ridden. It’s not life-threatening just yet, but it leaves the boy weak and paler than Ohno has ever seen him in any form. The sickness has nothing to do with the curse, but Ohno feels guilty anyway.
Connection, Ohno wonders. That’s what it was? That’s why he was so interested in repeated words from the boy, why he looked forward for the times that they would meet again, and why his heart felt like exploding every time Nino died on him? But… why?
Ohno furrows his eyes in thought; he didn’t really understand connections; he was brought into a life of meaningless meetings at the age of nine.
The older blinks, even more confused, when Nino scoots over to the closest side on the bed to Ohno, and reaches out.
Unconsciously, Ohno reaches out, too. Their hands move closer and closer, and then right past each other.
Nino sadly stares at his small hand that moves through Ohno’s slightly transparent, elegant-fingered one. Tears stream down his pale cheeks, and it makes Ohno’s heart swell with something.
If I can slip out of this realm, Nino would survive.
But if I do that, both of us would disappear.
Ohno blinks, shocked by the thoughts that pop into his mind.
Two hours later, Nino falls asleep. Two more hours after that, he breathes his last breath.
Ohno’s throat tightens, and he gasps out a breath. He stumbles out of the room, and then falls to his knees messily in the narrow hallway of the building.
Was he crying? Ohno wipes a hand across his face, and observes tears on them.
He covers his face with both of his hands. And when he has clamed down enough, he looks up and sees that he’s back in the angel’s void; the angel floats over him with a slight smile(it was always smiling).
“I’m sorry,” Ohno mumbles hoarsely. The angel looks over the broken appearance of Death curiously.
“You’re in love with him,” the angel says to Ohno.
“Ohno Satoshi… you’ve shown such loyal service to us for so long,” the angel starts, stretching its wings a little. “So the council agreed to let you go; you’ve done enough for us.”
“Let me go..?” Ohno asks.
The angel nods, smiling childishly. “You’ll be transformed back into a regular soul, and sent back into the regular flow of life. Ninochan's curse will be taken off, too; as a treat from us to you.”
Ohno frowns a little. “Then.. will I ever see him again?”
The angel laughs playfully, wings waving around energetically. “Maybe. Maybe not. But you really love him, right? So don’t worry.
I’ll be sending you off now. In fact, I think if you hurried, you could catch up to Ninochan… maybe walk with him until you reach the bridge of life.”
--
Everything is white. There isn’t trail that Ohno can see, but he somehow just knows where to walk.
There are blank human figures walking along the trail with Ohno. They’re all the same; simply blank. But one figure, in the distance, that is special to Ohno.
Ohno runs.
“Nino,” he calls out hopefully, trying to get through the crowd of blank figures as quickly as possible. Ohno sees Nino turn around in response.
And then, when their eyes meet, all the figures disappear, and it’s just the two of them in the strange place.
“Ohchan,” Nino smiles.
Hand in hand, they walk together. Nino’s hand is warm in Ohno’s; Ohno cherishes the warmth.
The bridge is big, wooden and mysterious. Heavy fog surrounds it, and Ohno can’t see beyond the middle of it.
“So this is goodbye?” Nino asks sadly, leaning his head onto Ohno’s shoulder.
“It’s not the end,” Ohno responds. “We’ll meet again. I love you, you know.”
Nino gives his signature giggle, and kisses Ohno’s shoulder.
“You promised, Satoshi,” Nino murmurs softly. Ohno nods, squeezing the younger’s hand.
And, together, they step onto the bridge. They cross it, and disappear into the heavy fog.
----
Arashi, one night following a concert in Hokkaido, stays over at a hotel.
Ohno’s room is to himself. He falls asleep right away, exhausted from the long performance.
It’s half an hour past midnight when Ohno wakes up to a certain member of Arashi climbing into his bed.
“Satoshi,” Nino whispers, shaking Ohno’s shoulder to wake the older. Ohno grumbles, turning to face Nino.
“What ‘d you want,” Ohno groans. He’s tired and annoyed, and about to whine some more but all that fades away when Nino wraps his arms around Ohno tightly, burying his face in Ohno’s chest and sniffling.
“I had another one of those dreams,” Nino explains with a wavering voice. Ohno wakes up some more, wrapping his arms around the younger protectively and kissing the top of his head.
Nino had strange dreams sometimes. They’re apparently different memories of him and Ohno that never actually happened.
What made Nino so sad about the dream was how, in the dreams, the two would always meet only to be separated again. Also, Ohno inside the dreams looked so sad - so much that Nino would sometimes cry out of simply remembering.
Nino cries, face buried in Ohno’s chest; by then, Ohno’s fully awake, whispering soothing things and dropping occasional kisses onto the younger.
“It’s just a dream; it’s okay. I’m right here, Kazu, I won’t leave…”
Eventually, Nino’s crying is reduced to small, occasional tears and hiccups, also some sniffling.
“Want me to make you something to eat?” Ohno asks cheerfully, ruffling the younger’s hair.
Nino shakes his head, sniffling.
“We can play card games if you want,” Ohno offers.
Nino shakes his head once more.
“Okay… what should I do to make you feel better?” Ohno asks. Nino looks up from the tear-stained fabric on Ohno’s chest, and Ohno can’t help but to lean in and kiss him softly.
Nino wraps his arms around Ohno’s neck, and kisses harder.
“I’ve something in mind,” Nino explains in between kisses. Ohno frowns slightly.
“We have to be up early tomorrow, you know,” Ohno says against Nino’s lips.
Nino simply smirks, thin lips curving invitingly.
“You better hurry, then.”
--
The next morning, the alarm clock rings at 4 in the morning. Ohno literally slams his hand onto it to stop it; it’s too early, Ohno’s sleepy mind thinks.
Ohno would’ve gotten up then, but Nino’s too warm and inviting under the blankets. That’s a good enough excuse for Ohno to return to bed, re-tangling his limbs with the younger’s.
--
And then, at 5, Aiba barges into the room.
“Leader, get up!! Everyone’s waiting-“
Ohno grumbles, and Nino sinks into the blankets and Ohno.
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After a good amount of scolding from Jun and their manager, Arashi and the crew are on the bus to their next destination. Sho tries to cheer everyone up, and although it takes around half an hour, it works.
Ohno sits next to Nino on the bus; he wouldn’t usually, but he is still concerned about the younger’s dream.
“This is why we shouldn’t sleep in the same room,” Ohno says to Nino, who is trying not to fall asleep while fighting a giant dragon on his PSP.
At one point, Nino dozes off in the few seconds that it takes for the game to load. He jumps up, and scolds Ohno for not waking him up; apparently, he lost 600z - whatever that meant.
“You should sleep,” Ohno sighs defeatedly. Nino shakes his head, and continues playing. But less than a minute later, he switches off his game and tosses it into his bag before curling up onto his side on the small bus seat, resting his head on Ohno’s lap.
The bus ride is quiet at one point; people are either trying to sleep or staring out the window.
“Don’t ever leave me, okay,” Nino mumbles in his sleep. Ohno blinks. Then smile.
“I promise.”
Ohno believes himself 120%.
Because even if Nino were to commit the nastiest crime in the world, Ohno would still love him. Even if Nino turned into the most disgusting insect in the world, Ohno would still kiss him.
It’s a weird, unexplainable thing; Ohno grew to love everything about Nino without reason.
Almost as if he had known the younger for eternities.
As if Nino’s dreams were true memories, from somewhere far away…
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This was... weird......
Now, time to finish Precalculus homework. *Curls-up-and-dies*