remix for gimmick_game
Title: Loving You Is Like Coming Home (The Spring Festival Remix)
Rating: PG
Group/Pairing: Arashi / Ninomiya Kazunari/Ohno Satoshi
Warnings: None
Notes: I'm an arse and didn't think to thank my beta, who had to do so under a really tight deadline. My apologies, and thank you, S!
Link to Original Story: http://community.livejournal.com/bunnycrack/25989.html#cutid1
Link to Original Writer: gimmick_game
They walk slowly up the path that leads to the local festival. Ohno is wearing a haori of a soft grey-blue colour, and Nino privately thinks he looks so handsome, his eyes smiling out so tenderly. He smiles back at Ohno; it’s been a hectic week of filmings and photoshoots, and he’s relieved to see that Ohno’s eyes have transformed from tiredness to relaxation and genuine, unstrained happiness.
But here they are right now, in the town where Ohno grew up. He turns back to concentrate on the path. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees that Ohno’s about to crash into one of the young girls from the neighbourhood, so he pulls him over to prevent him from bowling her over. The girl smiles in recognition, and cheerily says, “Ah, be careful, Ohno-san!” before waving and moving off to look for her mother. Nino thinks about how Ohno’s hometown has made it so easy for him to be comfortable in his own skin, and like loving the crows on the house of a loved one, he falls even more in love with the place.
Nino spies the goldfish catching game and immediately his attention is taken; he tugs on Ohno’s arm and manoeuvres them through the crowd towards it. Before he can do anything, Ohno has paid the stall keeper the 100 yen and is kneeling before the plastic tub with a look of serious intensity on his face. Nino kneels down right beside him and for the slightest slice of an instant he feels like he is 8 years old all over again, watching his older sister catch goldfish for him. But then was there and now is here, and Nino refocuses on Ohno in time to see him easily lift a fish out of the water. Nino’s face breaks into grin and he can’t help it, with Ohno it is so easy to be content.
“I’m sorry it’s so small,” Ohno says solemnly with a smile on his face, handing the little bag to him. Nino shakes his head and says, “Sammi’s small but she’s sweet,” and smiles back at him. Before they leave, Ohno hands his catcher to the little boy next to him who’d just broken the paper on his and Nino watches, his heart impossibly filling still, as the kid’s crestfallen expression transforms into joy.
Something catches Ohno’s eye and he goes to take a look. Nino almost loses sight of him as he follows him to a stall manned by an old man making tiny woodcarvings of animals. Ohno stands politely to one side and watches intently; his eyes follow the deft movements of the old man’s gnarled hands as he carves on demand. Nino is fascinated by the skill involved. But just before Ohno moves off again, his curiosity sated, Nino makes him hold on to his obi so they don’t get separated. “There’s no point wasting time searching for each other,” he says. Ohno agrees, and curls his fingers into the obi, and Nino involuntarily shivers as he feels Ohno’s nails graze the fabric against his skin.
They walk leisurely along, stopping at whatever catches their eye. Very soon they find themselves in front of a familiar billboard, Ohno’s face brightening as he orders a box of takoyaki. As he pays, Nino takes the box from the stall keeper then waits for Ohno to turn expectantly to him. The takoyaki is steaming, so Nino pokes holes in them so some of the heat can escape, blowing gently on them to make it more bearable. He lifts one of the balls, stabbed through firmly with the toothpicks, and puts it to Ohno’s eagerly waiting mouth. As his mouth closes around the balls, Ohno’s lips graze the very tips of Nino’s fingers, and Nino shivers at the touch of those soft, gentle lips, just as Ohno closes his eyes in pleasure. Watching the bliss spread across his face, Nino thinks he’d forgo ever enjoying takoyaki by himself again, if it meant he got to feed every single one to Ohno for the rest of his life.
Nino draws away regretfully when the last of the takoyaki is gone. As he turns to trash the box, he feels rather than sees Ohno’s attention get drawn away, and he turns quickly back in anticipation of Ohno wandering physically away. Sure enough, Ohno moves as if on autopilot towards a game stall, the crowds seemingly melting away to bring him closer to his espied.
Nino tries to follow close behind, but the crowds seem to crash back in front of him again. It’s okay, though, and he can’t help but smile when he sees Ohno gazing at a fluffy hat positively bursting with colour.
Ohno reaches for his coin purse again, but Nino stills his hand. If it’s a game, with a prize that would be dear to Ohno, then Nino is going to win the hat for him.
He tosses a few times to get the feel of the spatial distance, a determined grimace on his face. Unfortunately he runs out of tries and he pays the stall keeper again before steeling himself to win the game. But somehow he misses every toss, the final one grazing the target, off by mere centimetres.
Nino tsks loudly, annoyed that he’s losing. Ohno smiles patiently at him, and tells him it’s okay. But Nino turns stubbornly back, and Ohno laughs at how much Nino wants this almost more than he does.
Nino breaks into a grin at that, and he feels good about the next few tries, convinced he’s going to get it pretty soon. And then he does - and he and Ohno break into a mini cheer as the stall keeper hands the hat over with an amused look on her face. Ohno smiles, and Nino swears he’d willingly spend another 10,000 yen on that stupid game just to keep that smile on his face.
Ohno wears the hat straightaway, and as they stroll through the rest of the festival, trying out the snacks and games at various stalls, little kids keep coming up to them, attracted by the bright variety of colours of his hat. He cuts a comic figure, this man with traditional dress and a funny hat on his head, but the children love it, untainted by the pretences of adulthood, and Ohno crouches to respond seriously to their hat inquiries under the knowing smiles of their patient parents.
While they wait, Nino talks to some of them and learns that some of them grew up with Satoshi-kun; he also learns that he’s always been this way. Somehow it’s a comfort to learn that the solemn child young Ohno had been is still apparent; it makes him think that Ohno is ageless, simultaneously mature and youthful all at once. He loves the contradiction, loves the way Ohno is so uniquely himself, and he thanks them with genuine sincerity when they finally take their leave.
They soon draw away from the festival, stumbling slightly from the sensory overload. They find a secluded spot on the grass, and as Ohno nestles Sammi’s bag protectively within his hat, the fireworks begin. Nino leans back on Ohno, pillowing his head on his shoulder, and settles comfortably in Ohno’s warmth as colour bursts and flares across the sky.
As he watches, Nino thinks about how amazing it is, how a person’s hometown has a part to play in defining what kind of person they become. Home is truly the centre of one’s existence. He loves Oh-chan’s hometown not only because of how laid-back it is, but because it produced the wonderful man he is with now. He can’t imagine his life without Ohno, and can’t imagine Ohno without the formative experiences that made him the special individual he cherishes.
When the fireworks are over, they both breathe a sigh of disappointment, knowing it signified the end of the festival, these suspended moments in time. They rise reluctantly and gather their belongings, regretful that it was over so fast, knowing that from today on until the next unforeseeable break only their hectic lifestyles await them.
But for now, the last moments of the festival can stretch out in the silence between them. Nino picks Sammi up and replaces the hat on Ohno’s head once again, and as they move off, he slowly slips his hand into Ohno’s, and leans slightly closer when Ohno’s hand closes over his.
The walk is short, too short, but Ohno’s grip never falters. And when they reach the doorstep, Nino doesn’t need to be asked twice. He steps over the threshold and into home.
Rating: PG
Group/Pairing: Arashi / Ninomiya Kazunari/Ohno Satoshi
Warnings: None
Notes: I'm an arse and didn't think to thank my beta, who had to do so under a really tight deadline. My apologies, and thank you, S!
Link to Original Story: http://community.livejournal.com/bunnycrack/25989.html#cutid1
Link to Original Writer: gimmick_game
They walk slowly up the path that leads to the local festival. Ohno is wearing a haori of a soft grey-blue colour, and Nino privately thinks he looks so handsome, his eyes smiling out so tenderly. He smiles back at Ohno; it’s been a hectic week of filmings and photoshoots, and he’s relieved to see that Ohno’s eyes have transformed from tiredness to relaxation and genuine, unstrained happiness.
But here they are right now, in the town where Ohno grew up. He turns back to concentrate on the path. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees that Ohno’s about to crash into one of the young girls from the neighbourhood, so he pulls him over to prevent him from bowling her over. The girl smiles in recognition, and cheerily says, “Ah, be careful, Ohno-san!” before waving and moving off to look for her mother. Nino thinks about how Ohno’s hometown has made it so easy for him to be comfortable in his own skin, and like loving the crows on the house of a loved one, he falls even more in love with the place.
Nino spies the goldfish catching game and immediately his attention is taken; he tugs on Ohno’s arm and manoeuvres them through the crowd towards it. Before he can do anything, Ohno has paid the stall keeper the 100 yen and is kneeling before the plastic tub with a look of serious intensity on his face. Nino kneels down right beside him and for the slightest slice of an instant he feels like he is 8 years old all over again, watching his older sister catch goldfish for him. But then was there and now is here, and Nino refocuses on Ohno in time to see him easily lift a fish out of the water. Nino’s face breaks into grin and he can’t help it, with Ohno it is so easy to be content.
“I’m sorry it’s so small,” Ohno says solemnly with a smile on his face, handing the little bag to him. Nino shakes his head and says, “Sammi’s small but she’s sweet,” and smiles back at him. Before they leave, Ohno hands his catcher to the little boy next to him who’d just broken the paper on his and Nino watches, his heart impossibly filling still, as the kid’s crestfallen expression transforms into joy.
Something catches Ohno’s eye and he goes to take a look. Nino almost loses sight of him as he follows him to a stall manned by an old man making tiny woodcarvings of animals. Ohno stands politely to one side and watches intently; his eyes follow the deft movements of the old man’s gnarled hands as he carves on demand. Nino is fascinated by the skill involved. But just before Ohno moves off again, his curiosity sated, Nino makes him hold on to his obi so they don’t get separated. “There’s no point wasting time searching for each other,” he says. Ohno agrees, and curls his fingers into the obi, and Nino involuntarily shivers as he feels Ohno’s nails graze the fabric against his skin.
They walk leisurely along, stopping at whatever catches their eye. Very soon they find themselves in front of a familiar billboard, Ohno’s face brightening as he orders a box of takoyaki. As he pays, Nino takes the box from the stall keeper then waits for Ohno to turn expectantly to him. The takoyaki is steaming, so Nino pokes holes in them so some of the heat can escape, blowing gently on them to make it more bearable. He lifts one of the balls, stabbed through firmly with the toothpicks, and puts it to Ohno’s eagerly waiting mouth. As his mouth closes around the balls, Ohno’s lips graze the very tips of Nino’s fingers, and Nino shivers at the touch of those soft, gentle lips, just as Ohno closes his eyes in pleasure. Watching the bliss spread across his face, Nino thinks he’d forgo ever enjoying takoyaki by himself again, if it meant he got to feed every single one to Ohno for the rest of his life.
Nino draws away regretfully when the last of the takoyaki is gone. As he turns to trash the box, he feels rather than sees Ohno’s attention get drawn away, and he turns quickly back in anticipation of Ohno wandering physically away. Sure enough, Ohno moves as if on autopilot towards a game stall, the crowds seemingly melting away to bring him closer to his espied.
Nino tries to follow close behind, but the crowds seem to crash back in front of him again. It’s okay, though, and he can’t help but smile when he sees Ohno gazing at a fluffy hat positively bursting with colour.
Ohno reaches for his coin purse again, but Nino stills his hand. If it’s a game, with a prize that would be dear to Ohno, then Nino is going to win the hat for him.
He tosses a few times to get the feel of the spatial distance, a determined grimace on his face. Unfortunately he runs out of tries and he pays the stall keeper again before steeling himself to win the game. But somehow he misses every toss, the final one grazing the target, off by mere centimetres.
Nino tsks loudly, annoyed that he’s losing. Ohno smiles patiently at him, and tells him it’s okay. But Nino turns stubbornly back, and Ohno laughs at how much Nino wants this almost more than he does.
Nino breaks into a grin at that, and he feels good about the next few tries, convinced he’s going to get it pretty soon. And then he does - and he and Ohno break into a mini cheer as the stall keeper hands the hat over with an amused look on her face. Ohno smiles, and Nino swears he’d willingly spend another 10,000 yen on that stupid game just to keep that smile on his face.
Ohno wears the hat straightaway, and as they stroll through the rest of the festival, trying out the snacks and games at various stalls, little kids keep coming up to them, attracted by the bright variety of colours of his hat. He cuts a comic figure, this man with traditional dress and a funny hat on his head, but the children love it, untainted by the pretences of adulthood, and Ohno crouches to respond seriously to their hat inquiries under the knowing smiles of their patient parents.
While they wait, Nino talks to some of them and learns that some of them grew up with Satoshi-kun; he also learns that he’s always been this way. Somehow it’s a comfort to learn that the solemn child young Ohno had been is still apparent; it makes him think that Ohno is ageless, simultaneously mature and youthful all at once. He loves the contradiction, loves the way Ohno is so uniquely himself, and he thanks them with genuine sincerity when they finally take their leave.
They soon draw away from the festival, stumbling slightly from the sensory overload. They find a secluded spot on the grass, and as Ohno nestles Sammi’s bag protectively within his hat, the fireworks begin. Nino leans back on Ohno, pillowing his head on his shoulder, and settles comfortably in Ohno’s warmth as colour bursts and flares across the sky.
As he watches, Nino thinks about how amazing it is, how a person’s hometown has a part to play in defining what kind of person they become. Home is truly the centre of one’s existence. He loves Oh-chan’s hometown not only because of how laid-back it is, but because it produced the wonderful man he is with now. He can’t imagine his life without Ohno, and can’t imagine Ohno without the formative experiences that made him the special individual he cherishes.
When the fireworks are over, they both breathe a sigh of disappointment, knowing it signified the end of the festival, these suspended moments in time. They rise reluctantly and gather their belongings, regretful that it was over so fast, knowing that from today on until the next unforeseeable break only their hectic lifestyles await them.
But for now, the last moments of the festival can stretch out in the silence between them. Nino picks Sammi up and replaces the hat on Ohno’s head once again, and as they move off, he slowly slips his hand into Ohno’s, and leans slightly closer when Ohno’s hand closes over his.
The walk is short, too short, but Ohno’s grip never falters. And when they reach the doorstep, Nino doesn’t need to be asked twice. He steps over the threshold and into home.