[Series] A Little Bit More Than Just... 10
Title: A Little Bit More Than Just
Series: Chapter 10 - Subtlety
Rating: G
Pairing: Ohmiya, Sakuraiba
Notes: There is nothing else to do but apologize. After such a long break I can only present you with a measly 1000 words. But the chapter just begged to be cut there that I couldn’t refuse! I promise a longer chapter 11. Thanks to luna_sea8 for reminding me that this fic still exists XD~ As always to anomic_tm and chants_xan for the beta and help.
Links: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9
Nino shook his head lightly and blinked one, two, several times, gaining him odd looks from Toma who was trying and failing to sustain their conversation.
"Nino… Nino? You there?" asked Toma waving his hands in front of a distant Nino. He peered in the direction of Nino’s gaping and found himself looking at an 18-year old orphan with a shy smile, folding a red piece of paper into what seems to be a flower. Sighing, he turned his attention back to Nino and snapped a finger in his face.
"Ah, huh? Wh-what were you saying?”
"Uh, okay… Well I was asking you if Sakurai will be coming. But then you got all weird and spacey. What's wrong?"
“N-nothing… Wh-why would anything be wrong?”
“Uhh, I dunno? Maybe it’s because your brother who you love so much is sick. In bed. In a hospital. For the 3rd time this month.”
“Ah, about that…” All color leaving his face, Nino looked down at his hands, feeling a dark shadow suddenly wrap around his hunched shoulders. “Of course I’m worried. If he doesn’t start getting better he might need surgery pretty soon and I still don’t have enough money for that, even with all the overtime I’ve been putting in at work.”
“You know Nino,” Toma whispered meekly, his trusting eyes seeking out Nino’s worried ones. “I still have that money I’ve been saving. You can use that.”
“Eh?! No. Absolutely not, Toma. That’s for you and that shop you’ve been wanting to open. I seriously appreciate the gesture but there’s no need to drag you into this financial hellhole of ours.”
“But I wanted to open that shop with Masa-nii-chan! And that will never happen if he’s… if he’s….”
“Drunk?” came a smiling voice.
A soft tinkling of bottles surrounded the smiling young man posed coolly at the door, and four heads swiveled towards the direction of his voice. Toma’s shoulders tensed a bit and a shadow of disapproval crossed his face before he relaxed into an easy smile. Nino on the other hand perked up right away and began helping the young man with the plastic bags filled with bottles and packs of all kinds, his face instantly devoid of the worried negativity present in it just moments before. Ohno’s eyes widened at the sight of the familiar man’s smile and a fierce blush colored his cheeks though he desperately tried to hide it by staring down at his fingers folding the life out of his red paper.
Masaki’s lips regained some of its color and his eyes shone visibly as he whispered, “Sho-chaaan~”
A worried look passed over Sho’s face as he dumped the bags on Nino and hurriedly crossed over to the bed. Ohno slid swiftly out of the way and repositioned himself next to Nino, ready to help with the heavy-looking bags despite the other’s repeated refusals of his help.
“Ninomiya-san, those look heavy. C’mon let me help,”
“N-no need,” Nino said, trying and failing to be dignified through his gritted teeth.
Toma coughed, hiding a knowing smile behind his hands and Nino glared at him, his arms laden with bags filled with bottles and packs of all shapes and sizes. Outside, a car door slammed loudly, followed by a screech of wheels against asphalt and Nino, distracted for a second, failed to realize that Toma’s foot had extended itself to bar his path to the table. Nino’s foot snagged on Toma’s and he fell onto the floor with a thud, his eyes wide, clutching at Sho’s groceries for dear life. Thus ended his pathetic attempt to look cool. Toma burst out laughing as he bounced in his seat, his hand slapping his knee in happy, happy hysterics. Ohno let out a small gasp and he knelt at once to fuss over Nino whose pride was more bruised than his jaw.
“Ninomiya-san, are you alright?” Ohno asked worriedly as he hurriedly took away the junk piled on top of Nino.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine,” a somewhat chastised Nino mumbled, throwing the laughing Toma a pout.
“Are you sure?” Ohno whispered, peering closely at Nino’s face making sure there wasn’t any bleeding happening.
Nino swallowed. The boy’s face was too close to his own and as embarrassing as it might be admitting it to himself, it made him a little bit uncomfortable. Ohchan was really pretty, came an unexpected thought. Nino drank in his sweet smile, his full red lips, his creamy cheeks tainted with a smattering of pink, his long dark lashes batting fruitlessly at the reddish brown strands of hair fluttering against them. He eased into a smile. There was just something very calming about Ohchan’s beauty. It was quiet and serene, yet hypnotic all at the same time. Nino reached out and brushed off the stray strands of Ohno’s hair thoughtlessly.
Ohno dropped a can of natto in pleasant surprise.
Nino realized what he had done. Damn it! He really had to watch himself around this boy.
~~
“Masaki~”
Sho let the name fall delicately from his lips, afraid that if he said it too roughly even the being itself might shatter. He crept closer to the fragile body on the bed, his body seeking its union with its destined half, his fingertips tingling as they trailed limply against the soft fabric of the white bed sheets, the breath he held in his lungs burning with anticipation. As he neared, his fingers automatically brushed away the stray locks covering Masaki’s pale face before they lay to rest entangled in the other’s, little habits he had built up in comfort. It pained him to see his lover like this. Masaki was a good soul. He was good and caring and wished well for others. He deserved a full and happy life, with walks in the park on cool cloudy days, and getting excited over fireworks during summer, and eating unhealthy amounts of natto during midnights, and falling asleep in Sho’s arms on cold rainy nights, and ending up naked in a boat to Korea with his drunken friends. Masaki deserved that kind of life. He deserved happiness in its purest, most cliché form.
But he was never going to get that. Sho’s hands tightened possessively around the other’s.
“How are you feeling?”
Sho knew. He knew that Masaki was fading. He just didn’t want to let go.
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Why yes, more notes: (Bear with me, I’m feeling talkative)
I had such a hard time writing this chapter! I mean school was off and I really wanted to rest but I felt embarrassed because I haven’t updated in like 4 months and I checked the file and I started writing this on May 12, 2007. OMG it has been alive for over a year and I haven’t finished it yet! Hazukashiiiiii~ >////< But I seriously felt pain when I wrote this, I think I’m beginning to lose my touch (if I ever had any to begin with). So I sincerely apologize for the subpar update.
But I also became distracted with chatting with my darling Arashians. It’s ever so hard to concentrate when the crazy is leaking into your brain. But seriously they are really great people and so fun to chat with. Therefore I am pimping the chatroom. XD
Please drop by the Arashian Chatroom:
http://arashianchat.bravehost.com/index.html
Series: Chapter 10 - Subtlety
Rating: G
Pairing: Ohmiya, Sakuraiba
Notes: There is nothing else to do but apologize. After such a long break I can only present you with a measly 1000 words. But the chapter just begged to be cut there that I couldn’t refuse! I promise a longer chapter 11. Thanks to luna_sea8 for reminding me that this fic still exists XD~ As always to anomic_tm and chants_xan for the beta and help.
Links: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9
Nino shook his head lightly and blinked one, two, several times, gaining him odd looks from Toma who was trying and failing to sustain their conversation.
"Nino… Nino? You there?" asked Toma waving his hands in front of a distant Nino. He peered in the direction of Nino’s gaping and found himself looking at an 18-year old orphan with a shy smile, folding a red piece of paper into what seems to be a flower. Sighing, he turned his attention back to Nino and snapped a finger in his face.
"Ah, huh? Wh-what were you saying?”
"Uh, okay… Well I was asking you if Sakurai will be coming. But then you got all weird and spacey. What's wrong?"
“N-nothing… Wh-why would anything be wrong?”
“Uhh, I dunno? Maybe it’s because your brother who you love so much is sick. In bed. In a hospital. For the 3rd time this month.”
“Ah, about that…” All color leaving his face, Nino looked down at his hands, feeling a dark shadow suddenly wrap around his hunched shoulders. “Of course I’m worried. If he doesn’t start getting better he might need surgery pretty soon and I still don’t have enough money for that, even with all the overtime I’ve been putting in at work.”
“You know Nino,” Toma whispered meekly, his trusting eyes seeking out Nino’s worried ones. “I still have that money I’ve been saving. You can use that.”
“Eh?! No. Absolutely not, Toma. That’s for you and that shop you’ve been wanting to open. I seriously appreciate the gesture but there’s no need to drag you into this financial hellhole of ours.”
“But I wanted to open that shop with Masa-nii-chan! And that will never happen if he’s… if he’s….”
“Drunk?” came a smiling voice.
A soft tinkling of bottles surrounded the smiling young man posed coolly at the door, and four heads swiveled towards the direction of his voice. Toma’s shoulders tensed a bit and a shadow of disapproval crossed his face before he relaxed into an easy smile. Nino on the other hand perked up right away and began helping the young man with the plastic bags filled with bottles and packs of all kinds, his face instantly devoid of the worried negativity present in it just moments before. Ohno’s eyes widened at the sight of the familiar man’s smile and a fierce blush colored his cheeks though he desperately tried to hide it by staring down at his fingers folding the life out of his red paper.
Masaki’s lips regained some of its color and his eyes shone visibly as he whispered, “Sho-chaaan~”
A worried look passed over Sho’s face as he dumped the bags on Nino and hurriedly crossed over to the bed. Ohno slid swiftly out of the way and repositioned himself next to Nino, ready to help with the heavy-looking bags despite the other’s repeated refusals of his help.
“Ninomiya-san, those look heavy. C’mon let me help,”
“N-no need,” Nino said, trying and failing to be dignified through his gritted teeth.
Toma coughed, hiding a knowing smile behind his hands and Nino glared at him, his arms laden with bags filled with bottles and packs of all shapes and sizes. Outside, a car door slammed loudly, followed by a screech of wheels against asphalt and Nino, distracted for a second, failed to realize that Toma’s foot had extended itself to bar his path to the table. Nino’s foot snagged on Toma’s and he fell onto the floor with a thud, his eyes wide, clutching at Sho’s groceries for dear life. Thus ended his pathetic attempt to look cool. Toma burst out laughing as he bounced in his seat, his hand slapping his knee in happy, happy hysterics. Ohno let out a small gasp and he knelt at once to fuss over Nino whose pride was more bruised than his jaw.
“Ninomiya-san, are you alright?” Ohno asked worriedly as he hurriedly took away the junk piled on top of Nino.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine,” a somewhat chastised Nino mumbled, throwing the laughing Toma a pout.
“Are you sure?” Ohno whispered, peering closely at Nino’s face making sure there wasn’t any bleeding happening.
Nino swallowed. The boy’s face was too close to his own and as embarrassing as it might be admitting it to himself, it made him a little bit uncomfortable. Ohchan was really pretty, came an unexpected thought. Nino drank in his sweet smile, his full red lips, his creamy cheeks tainted with a smattering of pink, his long dark lashes batting fruitlessly at the reddish brown strands of hair fluttering against them. He eased into a smile. There was just something very calming about Ohchan’s beauty. It was quiet and serene, yet hypnotic all at the same time. Nino reached out and brushed off the stray strands of Ohno’s hair thoughtlessly.
Ohno dropped a can of natto in pleasant surprise.
Nino realized what he had done. Damn it! He really had to watch himself around this boy.
~~
“Masaki~”
Sho let the name fall delicately from his lips, afraid that if he said it too roughly even the being itself might shatter. He crept closer to the fragile body on the bed, his body seeking its union with its destined half, his fingertips tingling as they trailed limply against the soft fabric of the white bed sheets, the breath he held in his lungs burning with anticipation. As he neared, his fingers automatically brushed away the stray locks covering Masaki’s pale face before they lay to rest entangled in the other’s, little habits he had built up in comfort. It pained him to see his lover like this. Masaki was a good soul. He was good and caring and wished well for others. He deserved a full and happy life, with walks in the park on cool cloudy days, and getting excited over fireworks during summer, and eating unhealthy amounts of natto during midnights, and falling asleep in Sho’s arms on cold rainy nights, and ending up naked in a boat to Korea with his drunken friends. Masaki deserved that kind of life. He deserved happiness in its purest, most cliché form.
But he was never going to get that. Sho’s hands tightened possessively around the other’s.
“How are you feeling?”
Sho knew. He knew that Masaki was fading. He just didn’t want to let go.
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Why yes, more notes: (Bear with me, I’m feeling talkative)
I had such a hard time writing this chapter! I mean school was off and I really wanted to rest but I felt embarrassed because I haven’t updated in like 4 months and I checked the file and I started writing this on May 12, 2007. OMG it has been alive for over a year and I haven’t finished it yet! Hazukashiiiiii~ >////< But I seriously felt pain when I wrote this, I think I’m beginning to lose my touch (if I ever had any to begin with). So I sincerely apologize for the subpar update.
But I also became distracted with chatting with my darling Arashians. It’s ever so hard to concentrate when the crazy is leaking into your brain. But seriously they are really great people and so fun to chat with. Therefore I am pimping the chatroom. XD
Please drop by the Arashian Chatroom:
http://arashianchat.bravehost.com/index.html