(Ohmiyawedding 2013) Two
Title: Two
Genre: angsty Romance
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Ohno and Ninomiya belong to JE, Oh-chan and Nino belong to the fans, but Ohmiya only belongs to each other
A/N: This is my entry for this year's ohmiyawedding (prompt was The difficult Road of Love). And even though it sank spectacularily at the poll I still like the way I wrote it (and I've just to admit, the other entries were waaay better; how I bawled my eyes out for '17'...)
However. I do want to improve and therefore ask for konkrit on this fic. Did it lack something essential? Was it too distanced? Or did it simply suck? *laughs* Please give me your honest opinion!
It was hard, every single day. It was hard getting up and making the way to work, pretending to be okay. It was hard watching him, so near and yet out of reach. It almost broke their hearts existing next to each other without being able to go that one, last step. Still, they could not not live like that because it was better than being apart.
The first time Nino and Ohno met was during a dance practice and they only noticed each other because they bumped into each other. They both quickly apologized and bowed and then turned away again. The first time they talked, really talked, began very awkward. Somehow they had ended up seated next to each other and neither knew what to say. They made a forced attempt at small talk. Then a sudden, maybe blunt remark, the other answered and before they knew it, they were deeply immersed in talk. It was surprisingly easy to tell each other about what was really important, what moved them and what made them laugh. They sought each other’s company after that because both felt they shared something. Both were too young to fully understand the relationship that was developing between them and they didn’t care. There came a time when each had to take care of his own business and they hardly talked or met. But they always were drawn to each other and somehow, inexplicably, their friendship not only lasted, but deepened and deepened.
Suddenly their youth was ended; they were thrown out in society to struggle on their own. Suddenly they were part of a quintet, had to consider the feelings of three additional people and what was expected of them from now on. If they did not go mad it was because they still had each other. Whenever the stress became too much, they could seek refuge in the other‘s company and before they knew it, the other’s presence was a necessity. It didn’t happen overnight, it was gradually, sometimes they took two steps forwards and then again three back but in the end they always ended up next to the other. Without having to talk about it, they just knew that their relationship had developed into something bigger and maybe into something bigger than they might be able to handle.
One morning during break when everybody was busy and they were sitting cuddled up together on a couch, one said:”I think that my love for you will never end,” and the other just replied:”That’s what I feel, too.” It wasn’t a romantic confession, they didn’t fall around each other’s neck or kissed like the couples in the movies did. They just spoke out the obvious; obvious to them at least. They didn’t say out loud what was equally obvious, obvious to everyone as much as them. That they might never be able to come out with their love. That the life they were leading led them in the opposite direction. That one day they might break up despite all the love they had for each other. Years passed. Their love only grew more intense, it became needier and at last more selfish. They tried to push away the responsibilities they both had, sought for a way out of the maze they felt lost in. While they struggled, both of them had the feeling of losing each other, losing themselves. They tried to end it, to go back to a time when being best friends was enough. It didn’t work. Every day was pure torture. Seeing each other, forbidden and out of reach, was like hell had come to earth. They suffered, saw each other suffer and knew that the pain would never go away but only intensify. They gave their best separating from each other, putting as much distance between them as possible. It didn’t work. They tried going out with other people, a vast change of girlfriends. It didn’t work.
One evening they ran into each other after work, completely coincidentally. Nino looked at Ohno and Ohno looked at Nino and then silently, without so much as even one word, they took each other’s hand and made their way to Nino’s apartment. That was when they started living together. Hiding their relationship was even harder from that point on than it had been before. Cuddling and hugging each other to sleep, waking up to each other and then pretend they were nothing but the world’s best friends the moment they stepped outside, hurt. It hurt so much. But it wasn’t hell. It wasn’t like it had been without each other. It hurt but they could bear with it. Some way or other it worked.
Genre: angsty Romance
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Ohno and Ninomiya belong to JE, Oh-chan and Nino belong to the fans, but Ohmiya only belongs to each other
A/N: This is my entry for this year's ohmiyawedding (prompt was The difficult Road of Love). And even though it sank spectacularily at the poll I still like the way I wrote it (and I've just to admit, the other entries were waaay better; how I bawled my eyes out for '17'...)
However. I do want to improve and therefore ask for konkrit on this fic. Did it lack something essential? Was it too distanced? Or did it simply suck? *laughs* Please give me your honest opinion!
It was hard, every single day. It was hard getting up and making the way to work, pretending to be okay. It was hard watching him, so near and yet out of reach. It almost broke their hearts existing next to each other without being able to go that one, last step. Still, they could not not live like that because it was better than being apart.
The first time Nino and Ohno met was during a dance practice and they only noticed each other because they bumped into each other. They both quickly apologized and bowed and then turned away again. The first time they talked, really talked, began very awkward. Somehow they had ended up seated next to each other and neither knew what to say. They made a forced attempt at small talk. Then a sudden, maybe blunt remark, the other answered and before they knew it, they were deeply immersed in talk. It was surprisingly easy to tell each other about what was really important, what moved them and what made them laugh. They sought each other’s company after that because both felt they shared something. Both were too young to fully understand the relationship that was developing between them and they didn’t care. There came a time when each had to take care of his own business and they hardly talked or met. But they always were drawn to each other and somehow, inexplicably, their friendship not only lasted, but deepened and deepened.
Suddenly their youth was ended; they were thrown out in society to struggle on their own. Suddenly they were part of a quintet, had to consider the feelings of three additional people and what was expected of them from now on. If they did not go mad it was because they still had each other. Whenever the stress became too much, they could seek refuge in the other‘s company and before they knew it, the other’s presence was a necessity. It didn’t happen overnight, it was gradually, sometimes they took two steps forwards and then again three back but in the end they always ended up next to the other. Without having to talk about it, they just knew that their relationship had developed into something bigger and maybe into something bigger than they might be able to handle.
One morning during break when everybody was busy and they were sitting cuddled up together on a couch, one said:”I think that my love for you will never end,” and the other just replied:”That’s what I feel, too.” It wasn’t a romantic confession, they didn’t fall around each other’s neck or kissed like the couples in the movies did. They just spoke out the obvious; obvious to them at least. They didn’t say out loud what was equally obvious, obvious to everyone as much as them. That they might never be able to come out with their love. That the life they were leading led them in the opposite direction. That one day they might break up despite all the love they had for each other. Years passed. Their love only grew more intense, it became needier and at last more selfish. They tried to push away the responsibilities they both had, sought for a way out of the maze they felt lost in. While they struggled, both of them had the feeling of losing each other, losing themselves. They tried to end it, to go back to a time when being best friends was enough. It didn’t work. Every day was pure torture. Seeing each other, forbidden and out of reach, was like hell had come to earth. They suffered, saw each other suffer and knew that the pain would never go away but only intensify. They gave their best separating from each other, putting as much distance between them as possible. It didn’t work. They tried going out with other people, a vast change of girlfriends. It didn’t work.
One evening they ran into each other after work, completely coincidentally. Nino looked at Ohno and Ohno looked at Nino and then silently, without so much as even one word, they took each other’s hand and made their way to Nino’s apartment. That was when they started living together. Hiding their relationship was even harder from that point on than it had been before. Cuddling and hugging each other to sleep, waking up to each other and then pretend they were nothing but the world’s best friends the moment they stepped outside, hurt. It hurt so much. But it wasn’t hell. It wasn’t like it had been without each other. It hurt but they could bear with it. Some way or other it worked.