Fallen Angels Chapter 12/ 25
Title: Fallen Angels
Author: hippiefox
Pairing: Ohmiya, Juntoshi (slightly onesided), hints of Sakuraiba
Rating: definitely R.
Genre: AU, drama, action, violence, romance
Summary: Even fallen angels have angels.
Disclaimer and chapter list. Please read.
Chapter 12
Death
A white light burned through Nino’s eyes and he turned his head away from it. He wondered for a moment if he was in Heaven, since everyone had described it as white and quiet and peaceful.
But then he remembered that he would never, ever get through those gates.
He started to hear things, jumbled voices, low and distorted. A shadow loomed over him and he felt a couple slaps against his cheek.
"Oi, Ninomiya-kun?" Nino groaned and turned his head away. He raised his injured arm to hit the person away, but pain shot through his arm making him cringe.
"Don’t do that." another lazy voice said. Nino opened his eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to focus his blurred vision.
"It fucking hurts!" Nino cried as someone tortured his arm.
Sakamoto, the best medical man in Okamoto’s society, pressed a little harder on Nino’s arm, making him cry out again and writhe in pain. The only problem was that he was a bit of a sadist.
"Very sexy, Ninomiya-kun." Sakamoto said dryly, proceeding with his job. When Nino could finally see again, he glared at the longhaired doctor cleaning the bullet graze.
"Oh! You’re finally awake!" said Himura, the one who had slapped Nino a few times, turning around from talking to Okamoto and approached him, followed by Okamoto. Nino looked at the two men, several deep scrapes here and there, Himura’s eyebrow was stitched closed and Okamoto had his wrist bandaged.
"What happened?" Nino asked, cringing as Sakamoto dabbed some ointment on the wound.
"One of Mori-san’s men was going to shoot you from behind. Luckily, I took care of him quick enough before he could kill you." Okamoto said from his corner of the room.
"And! You nearly cracked your head open when part of the ceiling collapsed! Hino-san carried you out of there, thank him." Himura said with a nod towards the hallway. Nino lifted his head, only to become dizzy and nauseated.
Without much movement at all, Sakamoto nonchalantly handed Nino a metal bedpan to throw up in and continued to tend to Nino’s arm.
Nino gagged and vomited into the bedpan as his head pounded, causing him to see white stars in his eyes. Himura patted his back comfortably and Okamoto rolled his eyes.
"You’ve been out for quite awhile. You’re lucky you don’t have any brain damage!" Himura told Nino during a pause in throwing up.
"He’s always had brain damage." Sakamoto sighed, carefully placing sanitary pads onto Nino’s arm. Nino glared at the doctor, panting and sweating and heaving. Sakamoto looked up and winked at Nino.
"Disgusting..." Nino groaned, handing Himura the bedpan, who looked around frantically for someplace to put it. Nino laid back slowly, touching his bandaged head and listening to the throbbing in his ears.
"Fuji and his men were killed. The two outside fled and called for backup..." Okamoto began, pulling up a chair next to Nino, making sure to blow his cigarette smoke away from his face. Nino opened his eyes and nodded.
"What about Mori-san?" he asked.
"The fucking bastard ran soon as the shots were being fired. Took down some of his men though. We had to get out of there after you were knocked out since the police were coming..."
Okamoto said, rubbing his tired eyes with one hand.
"...there’s going to be a war starting, isn’t there?" Nino asked quietly, looking around at the stern faces. Okamoto sighed and blew out a long stream of smoke.
"Can’t fight it anymore. It was bound to happen... it’s a matter of time before Iwata-san lets the information out about Himura-san. Mori-san’s men will be all over us." Okamoto said absentmindedly. Nino felt sick again, but not because of his head.
He would have to leave Ohno, his friends at the café... but there was something else that was bothering him.
The atmosphere was heavy and somber. Nino carefully sat up from the stretcher and looked around the "hospital" room. He scowled, someone was missing.
"Aoki? Where is he?" Nino asked as he finally placed it. Okamoto took a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes to the ceiling. Himura lowered his eyes to the ground and Sakamoto lessened his hold on Nino’s arm. In the silence, Nino started to panic.
"What happened?" Nino asked again, his voice quiet. Sakamoto finished wrapping Nino’s arm, stood up from his stool and left the room.
"Ninomiya-kun... he didn’t make it." Himura broke the news softly, his hand on Nino’s shoulder. Nino knew this was it. But he shook his head anyway, looking Himura in the eyes.
"Sakamoto-san tried his best..." Himura said quietly. Nino looked away to Okamoto, now standing with his arms crossed as he studied Nino.
"He died about an hour before you woke up... the bullet was too far in and punctured his liver. He asked if you were okay, we told him you were alive." Okamoto explained, never leaving Nino’s eyes. Himura remained silent. He was thankful Okamoto left out the part where Aoki was crying for his family, pleading not to let him die, Himura would never be able to get his cries out his mind.
Nino gazed around the room, now noticing the blood here and there, on Okamoto’s shirt and hands and all over Himura as well.
Nino saw the stretcher behind the faded yellow curtains, a white outline of the sheet that covered Aoki’s body, barely visible. Nino stepped down from his own stretcher, his legs still weak as he fell into Himura but pushed away as he stumbled to Aoki.
Forgetting about his splitting headache, Nino tripped across the room and finally fell next to Aoki’s stretcher. He pulled himself up and gently pulled back the bloody white sheet to see Aoki’s face.
He had to see it for him to understand, to believe that Aoki was gone. So, with trembling hands, Nino touched Aoki’s cold face, feeling his nose and eyes and lips, trying to understand.
He was sleeping. Nino was so sure that Aoki was just sleeping. Nino held Aoki’s face between his shaking hands and shook him.
"Oi, Aoki! Aoki!" Nino cried, his voice fading and shattering into tears.
"Nino-kun..." Himura tried to pull Nino away as he started to shake Aoki, yelling and sobbing for him to wake up. But Nino shoved Himura away, only to collapse on the floor in tears, his fingernails trying to dig into the title in his desperation to hold something. Nino’s cries echoed across the hard floor and down the medical wing.
Aoki was really the only friend Nino counted as worthy in the society.
He was always next to Nino, always looking out for him and he had saved Nino’s life more than a few times before. Now he was gone, leaving Nino alone with a bunch of well-known strangers.
Okamoto knelt down in front of Nino and lifted his head up. Nino looked at him through his tears, but he could barely make out his face.
"He had no pain. He said he had no pain." Okamoto said quietly. Nino sobbed even more, dropping his head to the ground again.
"You could have saved him." Nino wept, looking back up at Okamoto. The man shook his head slowly.
"No, not with his wounds."
"You could have brought him to a real hospital!" Nino cried, pushing Okamoto away from him. Okamoto stood up and walked away from Nino.
"We can’t do that." Okamoto replied. Nino couldn’t argue, it was true. Himura grabbed hold of Nino’s shoulders and pulled him up, leading him away from Aoki. Nino’s head was spinning and everything was double vision.
He fell forward onto his stretcher, but immediately stood up again, getting a sudden wave of panic to get out.
Nino ripped himself out of Himura’s hold and quickly walked to the door, stumbling on his way, catching himself as he fell. Himura and Hino, who just came into the room, tried to stop Nino, but he was in hysterics now and starting to get violent.
"Let him go." Okamoto ordered from behind them. Himura and Hino let Nino go and watched him stumble down the hall as he cried. Himura and Hino looked back at Okamoto in question.
"He’s got someone to go to... we need to focus now. Get Aoki’s certificate and have Sakamoto sign it. Himura, go check on Ishii, he needs some cheering up." Okamoto said. Himura nodded and sullenly left the room.
"I’ve got to call Aoki’s family." Okamoto sighed, replacing the sheet over Aoki’s face.
"What are you going to tell them?" Hino asked.
"... traffic accident. Hit and run." Okamoto answered solemnly, patting Aoki’s hand softly before leaving the room with Hino.
"Oh, you got it... go!" Ohno whispered excitedly at his television, eating instant ramen at the same time. It was twenty minutes into the struggle and the Australian fisherman had caught a five hundred pound Black Marlin. Ohno almost missed his mouth with his chopsticks, making noodles splash on his pajamas, but he hardly cared.
His doorbell rang once, then twice and then finally on the third, he decided to answer it. Quickly jumping up and sliding down the hallway, Ohno stood on his tiptoes and peered out the peephole.
A stupid fishing show didn’t matter at all after what he saw.
"Kazu!? Are you okay!?" Ohno asked in fright as he swung open the door. Nino stood in front of him, his white button down shirt speckled in blood, one arm rolled up to expose his wrapped injury and his head bandaged. But it was his face that frightened Ohno the most.
Nino didn’t look like Nino. His eyes were swollen red and dull and he had a deep, painful frown on his face.
He opened his mouth several times to talk, but nothing came out. Ohno reached out and gently pulled him in, helping him step over the genkan.
Ohno didn’t really know what was happening, he thought that Nino was at work. What could have possibly happened between that peaceful morning and now? He wanted to know how and why he had gotten hurt. Nino glanced at the clock as he walked by with Ohno.
It was almost two in the morning. What was wrong with him? There was a war going on and he goes to Ohno’s home?
Nino pulled back from Ohno’s hold and looks up into his scared eyes.
"I shouldn’t..." Nino protested weakly. But Ohno held Nino tight, wrapping his arms around Nino’s neck. Ohno felt his heart breaking for Nino as his secret pain somehow flowed into Ohno.
Nino buried himself into Ohno, his fingers digging into Ohno’s back as he started to cry all over again. It wasn’t just for Aoki’s death anymore, it was for everything. All the years of not being able to cry as he took a life, over the shame of bouncing meaninglessly from bed to bed and being suddenly ripped away from his family.
Ohno felt Nino’s body start to slack in his arms as his sobs grew stronger, so Ohno held him tighter, guiding him over to the couch. He laid down against the armrest, making room so Nino had room to curl up into Ohno’s chest and cry, and folded his arms around Nino’s middle.
Nino clung to Ohno, crying uncontrollably and Ohno took one of his hands and softly started to run his fingers through Nino’s hair. Ohno was terrified for Nino and had a billion questions... but he knew that now was not the time. Ohno knew that all Nino needed now was someone to simply exist with him.
Tilting his head down, Ohno laid his head against Nino’s and softly kissed the top of his head.
He closed his eyes over his own threatening tears and tried to calm himself, hoping some of his calmness would soak into Nino. Nino felt Ohno’s body relax under him and listened to the soft humming of his voice. Nino sighed and sniffed loudly, a sudden calm washing over him.
He heard Ohno whisper something, but Nino couldn’t make sense of it before his exhausted mind fell into a deep sleep.
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AN: D: so... poor Aoki was the first to be killed off...
Luckily, Nino has Ohno to cry on~
Next! chapter 13 is more Ohmiya and a little more tears and heartache...
Thanks guys! have a good rest of the week! ^_^
Author: hippiefox
Pairing: Ohmiya, Juntoshi (slightly onesided), hints of Sakuraiba
Rating: definitely R.
Genre: AU, drama, action, violence, romance
Summary: Even fallen angels have angels.
Disclaimer and chapter list. Please read.
Chapter 12
Death
A white light burned through Nino’s eyes and he turned his head away from it. He wondered for a moment if he was in Heaven, since everyone had described it as white and quiet and peaceful.
But then he remembered that he would never, ever get through those gates.
He started to hear things, jumbled voices, low and distorted. A shadow loomed over him and he felt a couple slaps against his cheek.
"Oi, Ninomiya-kun?" Nino groaned and turned his head away. He raised his injured arm to hit the person away, but pain shot through his arm making him cringe.
"Don’t do that." another lazy voice said. Nino opened his eyes and blinked rapidly, trying to focus his blurred vision.
"It fucking hurts!" Nino cried as someone tortured his arm.
Sakamoto, the best medical man in Okamoto’s society, pressed a little harder on Nino’s arm, making him cry out again and writhe in pain. The only problem was that he was a bit of a sadist.
"Very sexy, Ninomiya-kun." Sakamoto said dryly, proceeding with his job. When Nino could finally see again, he glared at the longhaired doctor cleaning the bullet graze.
"Oh! You’re finally awake!" said Himura, the one who had slapped Nino a few times, turning around from talking to Okamoto and approached him, followed by Okamoto. Nino looked at the two men, several deep scrapes here and there, Himura’s eyebrow was stitched closed and Okamoto had his wrist bandaged.
"What happened?" Nino asked, cringing as Sakamoto dabbed some ointment on the wound.
"One of Mori-san’s men was going to shoot you from behind. Luckily, I took care of him quick enough before he could kill you." Okamoto said from his corner of the room.
"And! You nearly cracked your head open when part of the ceiling collapsed! Hino-san carried you out of there, thank him." Himura said with a nod towards the hallway. Nino lifted his head, only to become dizzy and nauseated.
Without much movement at all, Sakamoto nonchalantly handed Nino a metal bedpan to throw up in and continued to tend to Nino’s arm.
Nino gagged and vomited into the bedpan as his head pounded, causing him to see white stars in his eyes. Himura patted his back comfortably and Okamoto rolled his eyes.
"You’ve been out for quite awhile. You’re lucky you don’t have any brain damage!" Himura told Nino during a pause in throwing up.
"He’s always had brain damage." Sakamoto sighed, carefully placing sanitary pads onto Nino’s arm. Nino glared at the doctor, panting and sweating and heaving. Sakamoto looked up and winked at Nino.
"Disgusting..." Nino groaned, handing Himura the bedpan, who looked around frantically for someplace to put it. Nino laid back slowly, touching his bandaged head and listening to the throbbing in his ears.
"Fuji and his men were killed. The two outside fled and called for backup..." Okamoto began, pulling up a chair next to Nino, making sure to blow his cigarette smoke away from his face. Nino opened his eyes and nodded.
"What about Mori-san?" he asked.
"The fucking bastard ran soon as the shots were being fired. Took down some of his men though. We had to get out of there after you were knocked out since the police were coming..."
Okamoto said, rubbing his tired eyes with one hand.
"...there’s going to be a war starting, isn’t there?" Nino asked quietly, looking around at the stern faces. Okamoto sighed and blew out a long stream of smoke.
"Can’t fight it anymore. It was bound to happen... it’s a matter of time before Iwata-san lets the information out about Himura-san. Mori-san’s men will be all over us." Okamoto said absentmindedly. Nino felt sick again, but not because of his head.
He would have to leave Ohno, his friends at the café... but there was something else that was bothering him.
The atmosphere was heavy and somber. Nino carefully sat up from the stretcher and looked around the "hospital" room. He scowled, someone was missing.
"Aoki? Where is he?" Nino asked as he finally placed it. Okamoto took a long drag of his cigarette, his eyes to the ceiling. Himura lowered his eyes to the ground and Sakamoto lessened his hold on Nino’s arm. In the silence, Nino started to panic.
"What happened?" Nino asked again, his voice quiet. Sakamoto finished wrapping Nino’s arm, stood up from his stool and left the room.
"Ninomiya-kun... he didn’t make it." Himura broke the news softly, his hand on Nino’s shoulder. Nino knew this was it. But he shook his head anyway, looking Himura in the eyes.
"Sakamoto-san tried his best..." Himura said quietly. Nino looked away to Okamoto, now standing with his arms crossed as he studied Nino.
"He died about an hour before you woke up... the bullet was too far in and punctured his liver. He asked if you were okay, we told him you were alive." Okamoto explained, never leaving Nino’s eyes. Himura remained silent. He was thankful Okamoto left out the part where Aoki was crying for his family, pleading not to let him die, Himura would never be able to get his cries out his mind.
Nino gazed around the room, now noticing the blood here and there, on Okamoto’s shirt and hands and all over Himura as well.
Nino saw the stretcher behind the faded yellow curtains, a white outline of the sheet that covered Aoki’s body, barely visible. Nino stepped down from his own stretcher, his legs still weak as he fell into Himura but pushed away as he stumbled to Aoki.
Forgetting about his splitting headache, Nino tripped across the room and finally fell next to Aoki’s stretcher. He pulled himself up and gently pulled back the bloody white sheet to see Aoki’s face.
He had to see it for him to understand, to believe that Aoki was gone. So, with trembling hands, Nino touched Aoki’s cold face, feeling his nose and eyes and lips, trying to understand.
He was sleeping. Nino was so sure that Aoki was just sleeping. Nino held Aoki’s face between his shaking hands and shook him.
"Oi, Aoki! Aoki!" Nino cried, his voice fading and shattering into tears.
"Nino-kun..." Himura tried to pull Nino away as he started to shake Aoki, yelling and sobbing for him to wake up. But Nino shoved Himura away, only to collapse on the floor in tears, his fingernails trying to dig into the title in his desperation to hold something. Nino’s cries echoed across the hard floor and down the medical wing.
Aoki was really the only friend Nino counted as worthy in the society.
He was always next to Nino, always looking out for him and he had saved Nino’s life more than a few times before. Now he was gone, leaving Nino alone with a bunch of well-known strangers.
Okamoto knelt down in front of Nino and lifted his head up. Nino looked at him through his tears, but he could barely make out his face.
"He had no pain. He said he had no pain." Okamoto said quietly. Nino sobbed even more, dropping his head to the ground again.
"You could have saved him." Nino wept, looking back up at Okamoto. The man shook his head slowly.
"No, not with his wounds."
"You could have brought him to a real hospital!" Nino cried, pushing Okamoto away from him. Okamoto stood up and walked away from Nino.
"We can’t do that." Okamoto replied. Nino couldn’t argue, it was true. Himura grabbed hold of Nino’s shoulders and pulled him up, leading him away from Aoki. Nino’s head was spinning and everything was double vision.
He fell forward onto his stretcher, but immediately stood up again, getting a sudden wave of panic to get out.
Nino ripped himself out of Himura’s hold and quickly walked to the door, stumbling on his way, catching himself as he fell. Himura and Hino, who just came into the room, tried to stop Nino, but he was in hysterics now and starting to get violent.
"Let him go." Okamoto ordered from behind them. Himura and Hino let Nino go and watched him stumble down the hall as he cried. Himura and Hino looked back at Okamoto in question.
"He’s got someone to go to... we need to focus now. Get Aoki’s certificate and have Sakamoto sign it. Himura, go check on Ishii, he needs some cheering up." Okamoto said. Himura nodded and sullenly left the room.
"I’ve got to call Aoki’s family." Okamoto sighed, replacing the sheet over Aoki’s face.
"What are you going to tell them?" Hino asked.
"... traffic accident. Hit and run." Okamoto answered solemnly, patting Aoki’s hand softly before leaving the room with Hino.
"Oh, you got it... go!" Ohno whispered excitedly at his television, eating instant ramen at the same time. It was twenty minutes into the struggle and the Australian fisherman had caught a five hundred pound Black Marlin. Ohno almost missed his mouth with his chopsticks, making noodles splash on his pajamas, but he hardly cared.
His doorbell rang once, then twice and then finally on the third, he decided to answer it. Quickly jumping up and sliding down the hallway, Ohno stood on his tiptoes and peered out the peephole.
A stupid fishing show didn’t matter at all after what he saw.
"Kazu!? Are you okay!?" Ohno asked in fright as he swung open the door. Nino stood in front of him, his white button down shirt speckled in blood, one arm rolled up to expose his wrapped injury and his head bandaged. But it was his face that frightened Ohno the most.
Nino didn’t look like Nino. His eyes were swollen red and dull and he had a deep, painful frown on his face.
He opened his mouth several times to talk, but nothing came out. Ohno reached out and gently pulled him in, helping him step over the genkan.
Ohno didn’t really know what was happening, he thought that Nino was at work. What could have possibly happened between that peaceful morning and now? He wanted to know how and why he had gotten hurt. Nino glanced at the clock as he walked by with Ohno.
It was almost two in the morning. What was wrong with him? There was a war going on and he goes to Ohno’s home?
Nino pulled back from Ohno’s hold and looks up into his scared eyes.
"I shouldn’t..." Nino protested weakly. But Ohno held Nino tight, wrapping his arms around Nino’s neck. Ohno felt his heart breaking for Nino as his secret pain somehow flowed into Ohno.
Nino buried himself into Ohno, his fingers digging into Ohno’s back as he started to cry all over again. It wasn’t just for Aoki’s death anymore, it was for everything. All the years of not being able to cry as he took a life, over the shame of bouncing meaninglessly from bed to bed and being suddenly ripped away from his family.
Ohno felt Nino’s body start to slack in his arms as his sobs grew stronger, so Ohno held him tighter, guiding him over to the couch. He laid down against the armrest, making room so Nino had room to curl up into Ohno’s chest and cry, and folded his arms around Nino’s middle.
Nino clung to Ohno, crying uncontrollably and Ohno took one of his hands and softly started to run his fingers through Nino’s hair. Ohno was terrified for Nino and had a billion questions... but he knew that now was not the time. Ohno knew that all Nino needed now was someone to simply exist with him.
Tilting his head down, Ohno laid his head against Nino’s and softly kissed the top of his head.
He closed his eyes over his own threatening tears and tried to calm himself, hoping some of his calmness would soak into Nino. Nino felt Ohno’s body relax under him and listened to the soft humming of his voice. Nino sighed and sniffed loudly, a sudden calm washing over him.
He heard Ohno whisper something, but Nino couldn’t make sense of it before his exhausted mind fell into a deep sleep.
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AN: D: so... poor Aoki was the first to be killed off...
Luckily, Nino has Ohno to cry on~
Next! chapter 13 is more Ohmiya and a little more tears and heartache...
Thanks guys! have a good rest of the week! ^_^