Multi-part: Breathe (14)
Title: Breathe (14)
Pairings: Matsumoto Jun, Sakurai Sho; established Ohmiya
Rating: back to the standard R-rating
Genre: AU, angst
A/N: Lyrics from "Itsumademo" as sung by Arashi.
Kimi to ikita mainichi tada kimi dake wo aishita hi...tabun boku no subete ga kimi no soba ni atta. Atari mae no mainichi nido to aenu kono hi wo...donna toki mo wasurenai youni kouyatte toki wo tometai. Konna ni tsurakute wasuretaiyo anata no koe yasashii te...akirametakute nigetai hodo nasake nakute itsumo hitori...
There was a resounding silence that followed Ohno's quiet rebuke.
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Shun reluctantly loosened his grip on Toma as the adrenaline left the younger man in a hurry, a shameful scowl on his face. However, the fury was still burning hot in Toma's veins as he hauled back quickly and threw a well aimed punch at Shun's face.
The taller man ducked just in time, Toma's knuckles barely grazing his cheek, as he shoved the younger man back into the wall. "Calm the fuck down, you little shit…" he hissed, ready for anything else Toma might throw at him.
Toma grunted as he hit the wall, glowering darkly at Shun. "That's for not letting me go, fucker," he mumbled harshly, sagging tiredly against the wall. The will to fight was gone, leaving in its place a throbbing ache in his hand and wrist, from punching Sho, and his shoulder, when Shun threw him into the wall. He cradled his arm to his chest gingerly, catching his breath, as Shun stood by eyeing him warily. "Not gonna do nothin'," Toma muttered, his eyes falling closed.
"Yeah, right," Shun scoffed, turning his attention back to Ohno.
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Oto ga kyuuni naru kimi no tame no uta ga...kaban no naka afureteru futari suki datta merodeii...
Jun hadn't moved since Shun had wrestled Toma away from him. His eyes were glued to the sight of Sho, in a bloody mess, lying amidst the wreckage of chairs. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, his nails digging painfully into his palm; the metal coffee scoop, he had yet to drop, bending in his grip. He didn't even realize he was moving until Ohno grabbed him around the waist, preventing him from getting any closer to Sho. His throat hurt, too; he hadn't realized he was yelling at the top of his lungs until he was forced to take a new breath.
"I jus' came 'o 'alk!!" Sho screamed back, his voice garbled from his broken nose. "I wan'ed 'o apologize bu' 'his li'le shi' s'opped me…"
Jun saw red at the older man's words, and since he couldn't move forward, he did the next best thing. He never felt more vindicated by the yowl of pain Sho released when the metal scoop hit Sho square in the nose.
Ohno dragged the protesting model to where Shun was still standing guard over Toma. Handing Jun over to Shun, he gave the tall man a stern look. "Get 'em both outta here," he said, his eyes darting between Toma and Jun. The two younger models looked subdued however, and Ohno's demeanor softened considerably. "Kazu and I will get this straightened out and meet you back at the office, yeah?" Shun nodded wordlessly as he began tugging Jun towards the back door. Toma groaned suddenly as he tried to stand unaided, and Jun was at his side in a heartbeat, offering his assistance. Ohno raised an eyebrow to which Shun answered with an exaggerated eyeroll, making the photographer's lip twitch in amusement. He left the trio, satisfied that there wouldn't be any more trouble from their end.
He turned his attention back to where he'd left Nino with Sho and sighed. No such luck in that corner.
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Kimi ga naita wake wo tada sagashite koishita hi...tabun kimi no subete wa boku no tame ni atta. Mou kaerenai basho ga konna fuu ni sugi satteku. Donna toki mo wasurenai youni kouyatte toki wo tometai. Hanareteku nante omowanakatta futari no subete itsumademo...
Nino towered over the incapacitated office worker, hands on hips, as he shook his head in disbelief; the pathetic figure that Sho cast made him feel just a tad bit sorry for the older man. He glanced back to see Jun gingerly helping Toma stand and Shun watching on, ready to help. No, he took that back; Toma gave him exactly what he'd been deserving.
He looked down at Sho, still shaking his head. "What the fuck happened to you, Sakurai?" Sho opened his mouth to retort angrily, but Nino beat him to it. "I used to respect you; I used to trust you. I didn't want to believe that everything Jun was telling us was true." His temper was rising and the huffy look on Sho's face wasn't helping at all. "But, you really are just a home-wrecking douche-bag, aren't you?" Ohno approached the pair silently, stopping just in back of Nino.
There was an unnatural aura emanating from the artist throwing Nino's instincts into survival mode; he took a step to the side to allow the older man through.
Sho opened his mouth a second time to say something and closed it quickly. As careless as he had been up until that point, even he could sense the change in Ohno. He might be foolish, but he wasn't suicidal.
"Why are you here?" Ohno asked quietly, his eyes piercing into Sho's.
"…wan'ed 'o apologize 'o Jun," he mumbled, dropping his eyes to his lap.
"Apologize for what?" Ohno persisted.
Sho sighed. "For wha'ever I did or said las' nigh'…"
"What happened last night??" Nino asked alarmed. Ohno laid a gentle hand on Nino's arm; calm down.
"Go' drunk…real drunk…woke up ou'side of his apar'men' building," Sho said with a self-deprecating shake of his head. "So, I came here, hoping 'o find 'im…"
Nino tsked angrily as he stalked away, fighting to keep his anger in check.
"And now, here you are…" Ohno said finally.
"Wha'?! Don' you care tha' I go' hit by tha' li'le jerk?!" Sho sputtered indignantly.
Ohno shrugged, unimpressed. "Not really. Toma's extremely level-headed; whatever you said or did was probably well deserved." Sho seethed quietly, unable to form a response to Ohno's quiet reprimand.
"And now, Mr. Sakurai," Ohno continued, louder this time. "You are currently trespassing on private property. If you do not wish to be served with a hefty lawsuit, I suggest you leave. Now." Ohno could see the muscles in Sho's jaw clench (probably painfully if that bruise was any indication of how hard Toma had punched him).
Sho carefully picked himself up from the wreckage and started limping to the exit when Ohno's voice made him turn.
"Oh, and if you harass or come near my employees again, please be prepared to deal with the consequences." Sho opened his mouth but, was once again, cut off. "IF you come near my family again," Ohno said, more forcefully this time, "be prepared to deal with the consequences."
Sho fumed as he gathered what was left of his dignity and limped quickly out the door.
Nino exhaled loudly as soon as Sho was out of sight. "What a fucking mess!!"
Ohno sighed, frowning at the mess surrounding them; chairs and equipment strewn around the studio space and droplets of blood where Sho had been lying. "My poor studio," he moaned softly, pouting adorably when Nino laughed at him.
"I'm sure you can get Toma to clean it up; he'll probably be feeling bad about it anyway," Nino said lightly. He sauntered up to Ohno, an impish smirk on his face. "You were really hot just then, telling off the douche-bag like that," he said, placing a quick kiss to the side of Ohno's mouth.
Ohno growled playfully as his arms came up to wrap around Nino's waist. "Save it for later. The kids are waiting for us at the office."
Nino scoffed as he unwound himself from Ohno's grasp. "The kids," he groused, "god, what a mood killer."
Pairings: Matsumoto Jun, Sakurai Sho; established Ohmiya
Rating: back to the standard R-rating
Genre: AU, angst
A/N: Lyrics from "Itsumademo" as sung by Arashi.
Kimi to ikita mainichi tada kimi dake wo aishita hi...tabun boku no subete ga kimi no soba ni atta. Atari mae no mainichi nido to aenu kono hi wo...donna toki mo wasurenai youni kouyatte toki wo tometai. Konna ni tsurakute wasuretaiyo anata no koe yasashii te...akirametakute nigetai hodo nasake nakute itsumo hitori...
There was a resounding silence that followed Ohno's quiet rebuke.
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Shun reluctantly loosened his grip on Toma as the adrenaline left the younger man in a hurry, a shameful scowl on his face. However, the fury was still burning hot in Toma's veins as he hauled back quickly and threw a well aimed punch at Shun's face.
The taller man ducked just in time, Toma's knuckles barely grazing his cheek, as he shoved the younger man back into the wall. "Calm the fuck down, you little shit…" he hissed, ready for anything else Toma might throw at him.
Toma grunted as he hit the wall, glowering darkly at Shun. "That's for not letting me go, fucker," he mumbled harshly, sagging tiredly against the wall. The will to fight was gone, leaving in its place a throbbing ache in his hand and wrist, from punching Sho, and his shoulder, when Shun threw him into the wall. He cradled his arm to his chest gingerly, catching his breath, as Shun stood by eyeing him warily. "Not gonna do nothin'," Toma muttered, his eyes falling closed.
"Yeah, right," Shun scoffed, turning his attention back to Ohno.
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Oto ga kyuuni naru kimi no tame no uta ga...kaban no naka afureteru futari suki datta merodeii...
Jun hadn't moved since Shun had wrestled Toma away from him. His eyes were glued to the sight of Sho, in a bloody mess, lying amidst the wreckage of chairs. His hands clenched tightly at his sides, his nails digging painfully into his palm; the metal coffee scoop, he had yet to drop, bending in his grip. He didn't even realize he was moving until Ohno grabbed him around the waist, preventing him from getting any closer to Sho. His throat hurt, too; he hadn't realized he was yelling at the top of his lungs until he was forced to take a new breath.
"I jus' came 'o 'alk!!" Sho screamed back, his voice garbled from his broken nose. "I wan'ed 'o apologize bu' 'his li'le shi' s'opped me…"
Jun saw red at the older man's words, and since he couldn't move forward, he did the next best thing. He never felt more vindicated by the yowl of pain Sho released when the metal scoop hit Sho square in the nose.
Ohno dragged the protesting model to where Shun was still standing guard over Toma. Handing Jun over to Shun, he gave the tall man a stern look. "Get 'em both outta here," he said, his eyes darting between Toma and Jun. The two younger models looked subdued however, and Ohno's demeanor softened considerably. "Kazu and I will get this straightened out and meet you back at the office, yeah?" Shun nodded wordlessly as he began tugging Jun towards the back door. Toma groaned suddenly as he tried to stand unaided, and Jun was at his side in a heartbeat, offering his assistance. Ohno raised an eyebrow to which Shun answered with an exaggerated eyeroll, making the photographer's lip twitch in amusement. He left the trio, satisfied that there wouldn't be any more trouble from their end.
He turned his attention back to where he'd left Nino with Sho and sighed. No such luck in that corner.
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Kimi ga naita wake wo tada sagashite koishita hi...tabun kimi no subete wa boku no tame ni atta. Mou kaerenai basho ga konna fuu ni sugi satteku. Donna toki mo wasurenai youni kouyatte toki wo tometai. Hanareteku nante omowanakatta futari no subete itsumademo...
Nino towered over the incapacitated office worker, hands on hips, as he shook his head in disbelief; the pathetic figure that Sho cast made him feel just a tad bit sorry for the older man. He glanced back to see Jun gingerly helping Toma stand and Shun watching on, ready to help. No, he took that back; Toma gave him exactly what he'd been deserving.
He looked down at Sho, still shaking his head. "What the fuck happened to you, Sakurai?" Sho opened his mouth to retort angrily, but Nino beat him to it. "I used to respect you; I used to trust you. I didn't want to believe that everything Jun was telling us was true." His temper was rising and the huffy look on Sho's face wasn't helping at all. "But, you really are just a home-wrecking douche-bag, aren't you?" Ohno approached the pair silently, stopping just in back of Nino.
There was an unnatural aura emanating from the artist throwing Nino's instincts into survival mode; he took a step to the side to allow the older man through.
Sho opened his mouth a second time to say something and closed it quickly. As careless as he had been up until that point, even he could sense the change in Ohno. He might be foolish, but he wasn't suicidal.
"Why are you here?" Ohno asked quietly, his eyes piercing into Sho's.
"…wan'ed 'o apologize 'o Jun," he mumbled, dropping his eyes to his lap.
"Apologize for what?" Ohno persisted.
Sho sighed. "For wha'ever I did or said las' nigh'…"
"What happened last night??" Nino asked alarmed. Ohno laid a gentle hand on Nino's arm; calm down.
"Go' drunk…real drunk…woke up ou'side of his apar'men' building," Sho said with a self-deprecating shake of his head. "So, I came here, hoping 'o find 'im…"
Nino tsked angrily as he stalked away, fighting to keep his anger in check.
"And now, here you are…" Ohno said finally.
"Wha'?! Don' you care tha' I go' hit by tha' li'le jerk?!" Sho sputtered indignantly.
Ohno shrugged, unimpressed. "Not really. Toma's extremely level-headed; whatever you said or did was probably well deserved." Sho seethed quietly, unable to form a response to Ohno's quiet reprimand.
"And now, Mr. Sakurai," Ohno continued, louder this time. "You are currently trespassing on private property. If you do not wish to be served with a hefty lawsuit, I suggest you leave. Now." Ohno could see the muscles in Sho's jaw clench (probably painfully if that bruise was any indication of how hard Toma had punched him).
Sho carefully picked himself up from the wreckage and started limping to the exit when Ohno's voice made him turn.
"Oh, and if you harass or come near my employees again, please be prepared to deal with the consequences." Sho opened his mouth but, was once again, cut off. "IF you come near my family again," Ohno said, more forcefully this time, "be prepared to deal with the consequences."
Sho fumed as he gathered what was left of his dignity and limped quickly out the door.
Nino exhaled loudly as soon as Sho was out of sight. "What a fucking mess!!"
Ohno sighed, frowning at the mess surrounding them; chairs and equipment strewn around the studio space and droplets of blood where Sho had been lying. "My poor studio," he moaned softly, pouting adorably when Nino laughed at him.
"I'm sure you can get Toma to clean it up; he'll probably be feeling bad about it anyway," Nino said lightly. He sauntered up to Ohno, an impish smirk on his face. "You were really hot just then, telling off the douche-bag like that," he said, placing a quick kiss to the side of Ohno's mouth.
Ohno growled playfully as his arms came up to wrap around Nino's waist. "Save it for later. The kids are waiting for us at the office."
Nino scoffed as he unwound himself from Ohno's grasp. "The kids," he groused, "god, what a mood killer."