Ferris Wheel [oneshot]
Title: Ferris Wheel
Author: aibakawaii
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2363
Summary: Nino can't move on without Ohno. Especially not after death.
A/N: A fanfic bullied requested by snoopy_247~ (I'm incredibly rusty guys. Don't expect it to be great.) This was also very much inspired by a certain someone (Leaf-san), so thank you to her. :'D (OKAY I MEAN IT. DON'T. EXPECT SOMETHING GREAT.)
“We have to go on the Ferris wheel,” Nino urged through the phone.
“Are you really that eager for a romantic make out session?” Ohno teased.
“N-No!” Nino spluttered. “It's a rare chance, since it's a famous one. It's gonna close soon if you don't get here quick,” Nino whined.
“I'm sorry Nino, the train's late for some reason. I don't think I'll make it.” Nino scowled at the response, wishing Ohno would get his license already. “We'll ride another one later, okay?”
“...Fine,” Nino mumbled. “It's a promise.”
-x-
Nino hadn't meant to die. He had had a happy life- fans and fame, friends, and even a lover. He was still young. That was why Nino decided to stay behind; that guy told him he wasn't ready to move on anyway. And Nino didn't mind that too much, because he couldn't leave Ohno alone.
Ohno still needed him. That was the last thing Ohno told him, the last words Nino heard before he died. Nino didn't think he'd be able to have a happy afterlife without Ohno, no matter what the stories said about heaven being bliss. He didn't even know if it was heaven he'd be going to, or if he'd stay a ghost forever.
At least, he thought he was a ghost. Nino looked down at himself, in his plain and worn clothes he usually wore only at home. He wasn't in the hospital clothes he was sure he was last in, though Nino didn't really remember what happened. He didn't even know how he died- just that there was a lot of pain and Ohno's voice.
“Ohno..” Nino whispered, feeling a small chill. Nino blinked and looked up sharply, suddenly realizing that he was in Ohno's house. He shakily stood up, not feeling his legs, and walked around slowly, taking in the familiar setting. It felt like he was coming back to his own home that he hadn't visited in years.
Nino looked up at a framed picture on the wall, showing Ohno and himself backstage, posing for the camera. Nino touched his fingertips to it softly, then quickly took his hand back as if burned.
There was the sound of a door clicking, opening and closing shut. Footsteps. Nino was shaking, but he realized that his heart wasn't beating. Heart? Nino clenched his shirt, eyes widening. He didn't have a living heart, did he? He was dead.
Ohno suddenly walked into the room, and Nino jumped, almost crashing into the table behind him. Ohno's eyes met his, but then moved on as if Nino wasn't there. Nino bit his lip.
Ohno was older. He looked as if he were already well into his thirties. “How long have I been gone?” Nino asked out loud, to no one in particular. Ohno couldn't hear him anyway. Nino sighed and sat down in the corner, watching Ohno grab a drink out of the refrigerator and sit down at the table. He took out a piece of paper and scribbled down something on it. Nino wondered if Arashi disbanded.
He brought his knees closer to his body, hugging himself, feeling slightly cold. Years had passed since he was last conscious, and he had no idea what was going on with his other friends, not even Ohno.
Nino continued watching Ohno; he didn't want to ever take his eyes off the man again, in fear of losing him. Nino wanted to tell Ohno he was there, but he didn't know how. Nino didn't know if he could move anything like in the horror movies, but he didn't feel like experimenting.
He still wanted to watch Ohno.
--
A week had passed, and all Nino had done was watch. Ohno seemed to be living a normal life, for he was home often, unlike the late hours out for idol work. Nino didn't follow Ohno outside though, so he didn't know what Ohno did for a living yet. Probably works at a bakery, Nino thought. Sometimes Ohno had guests over, but they were people Nino didn't know. One day Ohno had talked on the phone with Jun, and it sounded as if Jun were still working as an idol, or maybe an actor. Nino would have to visit the other Arashi members sometime.
When Ohno wasn't in the house, Nino snooped around. He had found out that he could move objects if he willed to, otherwise he could walk through anything, including Ohno. (One time Ohno accidentally walked through Nino, but didn't seem to notice anything. Nino felt disappointed, but also happy as it was the closest interaction they had.)
Nino was in Ohno's bedroom, lying down on the bed. He wished he could feel Ohno's warmth on that bed again, but so far Nino only felt the slight cold his ghost-body seemed to produce. Or rather, there wasn't even a temperature to feel, which left some kind of emptiness in Nino. He imagined he was cold.
Nino rolled off the bed and drifted to the floor, and he noticed a box under the bed. It hadn't been there when Nino was still alive. He took the box out, which was plain cardboard, then took the top off.
It was filled with letters in envelopes. They were all addressed to Nino. Nino stared at them for a moment, then reached for the bottom letter, which was the first one written after Nino's death. He noticed the writing looked shaky, and there were a few tear spots.
It was a normal letter, like Ohno was speaking to him directly. There wasn't any tearful content, but Nino could tell Ohno wasn't feeling well. He went through the other letters, finding out that a total of six years passed. Arashi had disbanded not long after Nino's death, and Ohno was indeed working in a bakery.
Ohno still missed him.
Nino crumpled up the last letter in his hand then let it drop onto the pile of open letters. He sighed and curled up in a ball, waiting for Ohno to come home. It was time something happened.
“What..?” Ohno's voice cut through Nino's head. Nino snapped his eyes open, realizing he'd fallen asleep. (It wasn't like he was tired; ghosts probably didn't need sleep, but he didn't have anything else to do.) Nino sat up and looked up at Ohno, who was staring at the letters below Nino. Nino stood up and walked over to Ohno, then shakily extended his arm and touched Ohno's face softly.
Ohno flinched. Nino took a step back quickly, shocked that they'd actually made contact. Ohno blinked and looked around wildly.
“Nino?” He called out immediately. Nino swallowed. Ohno wasn't scared of the unseen force (Ohno was never scared), but he'd been expecting Nino. For six years, he had been waiting. Nino grabbed Ohno's hand hesitantly, watching Ohno's eyes widen, then close. All of a sudden, Nino felt a rush of warmth fill his body, and he felt alive.
Ohno squeezed his hand softly, and Nino felt it. It wasn't any different from back when they were still both alive. Nino felt warm tears trickle down his cheeks silently, and noticed that Ohno was also crying.
“What took you so long?” Ohno whispered, opening his eyes. He still couldn't see Nino, but he knew Nino was there. Nino was practically radiating the room with his warmth after all.
“I've only just woken up in your place, a week ago,” Nino replied, unsure if he would be heard. Ohno nodded, having heard Nino's voice in his head.
“You're okay?” Ohno asked, reaching out for Nino's other hand, and he grabbed it successfully.
“Yeah...I guess I am.” Now that I'm with you.
“I knew you'd come back.” Ohno smiled tearfully as Nino hugged him, enveloping the live man in his warmth. Ohno wrapped his arms around Nino securely, grabbing him tightly.
It would have hurt, how tight they were holding each other. (But it didn't.) It would have been too hot, for the amount of heat Nino was producing the longer they stayed together. (It wasn't.)
Ohno eventually fell asleep on Nino, who was struggling to stay 'solid' so Ohno wouldn't fall through him. Nino mustered his last bit of strength to bring Ohno to his bed, then crawled under the covers next.
The warmth never left.
--
A total of a month passed after their reunion. Nino learned that Ohno truly was leading now a common life, and Nino was happy for it. Ohno always was the carefree type- his current lifestyle matched him the most.
Nino didn't do much while he 'lived' with Ohno, and mostly just watched him. They didn't communicate to each other by words, and they didn't touch each other much even. They weren't lonely; they were together again.
When Ohno came home from work one day, however, he didn't say anything. There was no “I'm home!” although Nino was sure he'd heard the door open. Nino drifted to the main entrance lazily, curious about the silence.
“Oh-chan?” Nino called, seeing Ohno on the couch with his eyes closed. He looked stress, but he seemed fine yesterday. Ohno opened his eyes and smiled at Nino, who had made himself faintly visible. The smile seemed empty, and Nino felt a small amount of warmth leave him. It was always warm when he was with Ohno, so it shocked him.
“Nino, you know I love you,” Ohno said softly. Nino nodded dumbly. Of course he knew; the only reason why he was able to be so close to Ohno after death was because of their love. Ohno continued hesitantly, “I wanted to see you after you..left. I wasn't able to let you go so quickly.”
Nino felt a small tingling, whether it was cold or fear, Nino didn't feel good.
“And you came,” Ohno said, smiling sadly. “You came back, and I can see you now. I have you now, again.” Ohno's eyes were shining- with tears? Nino couldn't understand what was to come. He didn't want to, because he knew.
“I'm holding you back, Nino,” Ohno said shakily. “You can't stay.”
Nino stared at Ohno's lips, which were trembling. He had seen them move, had heard something come out. Nino was sure there was something wrong with his hearing.
But he knew his fate. Always knew.
“I shouldn't have told you I needed you,” Ohno muttered, looking down. “You can't move on because of me.”
“It's not that,” Nino whispered, closing his eyes. He thought he must have been shivering again. It was cold. “It's not that...”
Ohno stood up and took Nino's hand, squeezing it gently. “I'm letting you go, Nino.”
Nino bit his lip hard (he bet it would have bled if he was still alive), and shook his head. “It wasn't because of what you said,” Nino said hesitantly. “I...I'm scared.”
Nino was always together with Ohno. They were together still. He didn't want to leave Ohno, to go alone.
Ohno winced and quickly took his hand from Nino's. “You're freezing,” Ohno gasped, his breath appearing in the air. Nino's eyes widened, coming to a sudden realization.
Their feelings weren't neutral anymore.
Nino had been able to stay with Ohno because they both needed each other. Nino still wasn't ready, but Ohno however, was now letting Nino go.
Go where?
Ohno seemed to realize what was happening too, his eyes widening. “You're not leaving?”
“I can't,” Nino whispered. “I'm sorry.” He kissed Ohno softly, before his lips turned icy cold as well. “I'll see you later,” Nino breathed as he faded from the room and from Ohno's warmth.
Everything went black.
--
Nino sometimes caught glimpses of Ohno while he remained unconscious. He was always happy during those moments, though Nino wasn't able to reach out to Ohno anymore. It was like watching television, and when the screen flickered off, there was only darkness again.
Ohno grew older, which Nino was glad for. He had hoped Ohno wouldn't kill himself because of Nino's selfishness, but when he thought about it Ohno wasn't really ever that kind of person.
Nino wondered if Ohno continued writing letters to him. He once saw Ohno writing something, but when Nino tried to read it, he was pulled back into nothingness.
Ohno was dying.
He'd been getting old, so Nino was expecting it. He felt warmer each time he saw Ohno lately, as if Ohno were getting closer to him.
Nino now saw Ohno in a hospital bed, with some family and friends around him. Nino walked over to the bed, surprised he was allowed to. The other times he was only able to watch from a distance. He glanced at a piece of paper in Ohno's weak hand, crumpled and almost falling out. Nino brushed at it, letting the paper fall out and open up.
I'm coming, Nino.
He looked back at Ohno's eyes, which were staring at him lovingly. Nino smiled and touched Ohno's hand, feeling a burning warmth, although he was sure Ohno felt cold in real life. Ohno's hand was old and wrinkly, but it felt familiar.
Ohno's eyes closed slowly, but there was a faint smile on his lips.
Someone tapped Nino's shoulder, and when he turned, Ohno hugged him tightly, only three years older than him.
“Took you long enough,” Nino said, grinning. Ohno giggled and kissed Nino happily.
“Let's go.”
-x-
Nino watched the sun rise above the clouds. The warmth crept up with it, and Nino almost forgot how it felt to be cold.
“This is romantic, huh?” Ohno said quietly beside him. Nino smiled when the Ferris wheel brought them to the very top. He looked down at the clouds below them; it felt like he had wings.
“This isn't a dream,” Nino said, more to assure himself. Ohno hummed softly, and somehow it sounded more beautiful than any of his singing back when they were idols.
“It's better than a dream.”
Author: aibakawaii
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2363
Summary: Nino can't move on without Ohno. Especially not after death.
A/N: A fanfic bullied requested by snoopy_247~ (I'm incredibly rusty guys. Don't expect it to be great.) This was also very much inspired by a certain someone (Leaf-san), so thank you to her. :'D (OKAY I MEAN IT. DON'T. EXPECT SOMETHING GREAT.)
“We have to go on the Ferris wheel,” Nino urged through the phone.
“Are you really that eager for a romantic make out session?” Ohno teased.
“N-No!” Nino spluttered. “It's a rare chance, since it's a famous one. It's gonna close soon if you don't get here quick,” Nino whined.
“I'm sorry Nino, the train's late for some reason. I don't think I'll make it.” Nino scowled at the response, wishing Ohno would get his license already. “We'll ride another one later, okay?”
“...Fine,” Nino mumbled. “It's a promise.”
-x-
Nino hadn't meant to die. He had had a happy life- fans and fame, friends, and even a lover. He was still young. That was why Nino decided to stay behind; that guy told him he wasn't ready to move on anyway. And Nino didn't mind that too much, because he couldn't leave Ohno alone.
Ohno still needed him. That was the last thing Ohno told him, the last words Nino heard before he died. Nino didn't think he'd be able to have a happy afterlife without Ohno, no matter what the stories said about heaven being bliss. He didn't even know if it was heaven he'd be going to, or if he'd stay a ghost forever.
At least, he thought he was a ghost. Nino looked down at himself, in his plain and worn clothes he usually wore only at home. He wasn't in the hospital clothes he was sure he was last in, though Nino didn't really remember what happened. He didn't even know how he died- just that there was a lot of pain and Ohno's voice.
“Ohno..” Nino whispered, feeling a small chill. Nino blinked and looked up sharply, suddenly realizing that he was in Ohno's house. He shakily stood up, not feeling his legs, and walked around slowly, taking in the familiar setting. It felt like he was coming back to his own home that he hadn't visited in years.
Nino looked up at a framed picture on the wall, showing Ohno and himself backstage, posing for the camera. Nino touched his fingertips to it softly, then quickly took his hand back as if burned.
There was the sound of a door clicking, opening and closing shut. Footsteps. Nino was shaking, but he realized that his heart wasn't beating. Heart? Nino clenched his shirt, eyes widening. He didn't have a living heart, did he? He was dead.
Ohno suddenly walked into the room, and Nino jumped, almost crashing into the table behind him. Ohno's eyes met his, but then moved on as if Nino wasn't there. Nino bit his lip.
Ohno was older. He looked as if he were already well into his thirties. “How long have I been gone?” Nino asked out loud, to no one in particular. Ohno couldn't hear him anyway. Nino sighed and sat down in the corner, watching Ohno grab a drink out of the refrigerator and sit down at the table. He took out a piece of paper and scribbled down something on it. Nino wondered if Arashi disbanded.
He brought his knees closer to his body, hugging himself, feeling slightly cold. Years had passed since he was last conscious, and he had no idea what was going on with his other friends, not even Ohno.
Nino continued watching Ohno; he didn't want to ever take his eyes off the man again, in fear of losing him. Nino wanted to tell Ohno he was there, but he didn't know how. Nino didn't know if he could move anything like in the horror movies, but he didn't feel like experimenting.
He still wanted to watch Ohno.
--
A week had passed, and all Nino had done was watch. Ohno seemed to be living a normal life, for he was home often, unlike the late hours out for idol work. Nino didn't follow Ohno outside though, so he didn't know what Ohno did for a living yet. Probably works at a bakery, Nino thought. Sometimes Ohno had guests over, but they were people Nino didn't know. One day Ohno had talked on the phone with Jun, and it sounded as if Jun were still working as an idol, or maybe an actor. Nino would have to visit the other Arashi members sometime.
When Ohno wasn't in the house, Nino snooped around. He had found out that he could move objects if he willed to, otherwise he could walk through anything, including Ohno. (One time Ohno accidentally walked through Nino, but didn't seem to notice anything. Nino felt disappointed, but also happy as it was the closest interaction they had.)
Nino was in Ohno's bedroom, lying down on the bed. He wished he could feel Ohno's warmth on that bed again, but so far Nino only felt the slight cold his ghost-body seemed to produce. Or rather, there wasn't even a temperature to feel, which left some kind of emptiness in Nino. He imagined he was cold.
Nino rolled off the bed and drifted to the floor, and he noticed a box under the bed. It hadn't been there when Nino was still alive. He took the box out, which was plain cardboard, then took the top off.
It was filled with letters in envelopes. They were all addressed to Nino. Nino stared at them for a moment, then reached for the bottom letter, which was the first one written after Nino's death. He noticed the writing looked shaky, and there were a few tear spots.
It was a normal letter, like Ohno was speaking to him directly. There wasn't any tearful content, but Nino could tell Ohno wasn't feeling well. He went through the other letters, finding out that a total of six years passed. Arashi had disbanded not long after Nino's death, and Ohno was indeed working in a bakery.
Ohno still missed him.
Nino crumpled up the last letter in his hand then let it drop onto the pile of open letters. He sighed and curled up in a ball, waiting for Ohno to come home. It was time something happened.
“What..?” Ohno's voice cut through Nino's head. Nino snapped his eyes open, realizing he'd fallen asleep. (It wasn't like he was tired; ghosts probably didn't need sleep, but he didn't have anything else to do.) Nino sat up and looked up at Ohno, who was staring at the letters below Nino. Nino stood up and walked over to Ohno, then shakily extended his arm and touched Ohno's face softly.
Ohno flinched. Nino took a step back quickly, shocked that they'd actually made contact. Ohno blinked and looked around wildly.
“Nino?” He called out immediately. Nino swallowed. Ohno wasn't scared of the unseen force (Ohno was never scared), but he'd been expecting Nino. For six years, he had been waiting. Nino grabbed Ohno's hand hesitantly, watching Ohno's eyes widen, then close. All of a sudden, Nino felt a rush of warmth fill his body, and he felt alive.
Ohno squeezed his hand softly, and Nino felt it. It wasn't any different from back when they were still both alive. Nino felt warm tears trickle down his cheeks silently, and noticed that Ohno was also crying.
“What took you so long?” Ohno whispered, opening his eyes. He still couldn't see Nino, but he knew Nino was there. Nino was practically radiating the room with his warmth after all.
“I've only just woken up in your place, a week ago,” Nino replied, unsure if he would be heard. Ohno nodded, having heard Nino's voice in his head.
“You're okay?” Ohno asked, reaching out for Nino's other hand, and he grabbed it successfully.
“Yeah...I guess I am.” Now that I'm with you.
“I knew you'd come back.” Ohno smiled tearfully as Nino hugged him, enveloping the live man in his warmth. Ohno wrapped his arms around Nino securely, grabbing him tightly.
It would have hurt, how tight they were holding each other. (But it didn't.) It would have been too hot, for the amount of heat Nino was producing the longer they stayed together. (It wasn't.)
Ohno eventually fell asleep on Nino, who was struggling to stay 'solid' so Ohno wouldn't fall through him. Nino mustered his last bit of strength to bring Ohno to his bed, then crawled under the covers next.
The warmth never left.
--
A total of a month passed after their reunion. Nino learned that Ohno truly was leading now a common life, and Nino was happy for it. Ohno always was the carefree type- his current lifestyle matched him the most.
Nino didn't do much while he 'lived' with Ohno, and mostly just watched him. They didn't communicate to each other by words, and they didn't touch each other much even. They weren't lonely; they were together again.
When Ohno came home from work one day, however, he didn't say anything. There was no “I'm home!” although Nino was sure he'd heard the door open. Nino drifted to the main entrance lazily, curious about the silence.
“Oh-chan?” Nino called, seeing Ohno on the couch with his eyes closed. He looked stress, but he seemed fine yesterday. Ohno opened his eyes and smiled at Nino, who had made himself faintly visible. The smile seemed empty, and Nino felt a small amount of warmth leave him. It was always warm when he was with Ohno, so it shocked him.
“Nino, you know I love you,” Ohno said softly. Nino nodded dumbly. Of course he knew; the only reason why he was able to be so close to Ohno after death was because of their love. Ohno continued hesitantly, “I wanted to see you after you..left. I wasn't able to let you go so quickly.”
Nino felt a small tingling, whether it was cold or fear, Nino didn't feel good.
“And you came,” Ohno said, smiling sadly. “You came back, and I can see you now. I have you now, again.” Ohno's eyes were shining- with tears? Nino couldn't understand what was to come. He didn't want to, because he knew.
“I'm holding you back, Nino,” Ohno said shakily. “You can't stay.”
Nino stared at Ohno's lips, which were trembling. He had seen them move, had heard something come out. Nino was sure there was something wrong with his hearing.
But he knew his fate. Always knew.
“I shouldn't have told you I needed you,” Ohno muttered, looking down. “You can't move on because of me.”
“It's not that,” Nino whispered, closing his eyes. He thought he must have been shivering again. It was cold. “It's not that...”
Ohno stood up and took Nino's hand, squeezing it gently. “I'm letting you go, Nino.”
Nino bit his lip hard (he bet it would have bled if he was still alive), and shook his head. “It wasn't because of what you said,” Nino said hesitantly. “I...I'm scared.”
Nino was always together with Ohno. They were together still. He didn't want to leave Ohno, to go alone.
Ohno winced and quickly took his hand from Nino's. “You're freezing,” Ohno gasped, his breath appearing in the air. Nino's eyes widened, coming to a sudden realization.
Their feelings weren't neutral anymore.
Nino had been able to stay with Ohno because they both needed each other. Nino still wasn't ready, but Ohno however, was now letting Nino go.
Go where?
Ohno seemed to realize what was happening too, his eyes widening. “You're not leaving?”
“I can't,” Nino whispered. “I'm sorry.” He kissed Ohno softly, before his lips turned icy cold as well. “I'll see you later,” Nino breathed as he faded from the room and from Ohno's warmth.
Everything went black.
--
Nino sometimes caught glimpses of Ohno while he remained unconscious. He was always happy during those moments, though Nino wasn't able to reach out to Ohno anymore. It was like watching television, and when the screen flickered off, there was only darkness again.
Ohno grew older, which Nino was glad for. He had hoped Ohno wouldn't kill himself because of Nino's selfishness, but when he thought about it Ohno wasn't really ever that kind of person.
Nino wondered if Ohno continued writing letters to him. He once saw Ohno writing something, but when Nino tried to read it, he was pulled back into nothingness.
Ohno was dying.
He'd been getting old, so Nino was expecting it. He felt warmer each time he saw Ohno lately, as if Ohno were getting closer to him.
Nino now saw Ohno in a hospital bed, with some family and friends around him. Nino walked over to the bed, surprised he was allowed to. The other times he was only able to watch from a distance. He glanced at a piece of paper in Ohno's weak hand, crumpled and almost falling out. Nino brushed at it, letting the paper fall out and open up.
I'm coming, Nino.
He looked back at Ohno's eyes, which were staring at him lovingly. Nino smiled and touched Ohno's hand, feeling a burning warmth, although he was sure Ohno felt cold in real life. Ohno's hand was old and wrinkly, but it felt familiar.
Ohno's eyes closed slowly, but there was a faint smile on his lips.
Someone tapped Nino's shoulder, and when he turned, Ohno hugged him tightly, only three years older than him.
“Took you long enough,” Nino said, grinning. Ohno giggled and kissed Nino happily.
“Let's go.”
-x-
Nino watched the sun rise above the clouds. The warmth crept up with it, and Nino almost forgot how it felt to be cold.
“This is romantic, huh?” Ohno said quietly beside him. Nino smiled when the Ferris wheel brought them to the very top. He looked down at the clouds below them; it felt like he had wings.
“This isn't a dream,” Nino said, more to assure himself. Ohno hummed softly, and somehow it sounded more beautiful than any of his singing back when they were idols.
“It's better than a dream.”