Dearly Beloved
Title: Dearly Beloved
Pairing: Sakumiya
Word Count: 682
Rating: PG
Summary: Nino tries to fix Arashi's states of depressed minds.
Disclaimer: These boys are not mine, sadly, but I did write this story :]
Note: This is full of angst. I don't even know why it's so sad ;__; It's also very vague at the end, but hopefully those of you reading will understand :] Inspired by Naruto's Grief and Sorrow. Written for:
the melody lingers on
AN ARASHI FICTION QUEST
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The silence in the room was interrupted by a garbled cry of anguish from their leader and Nino was the only one who flinched. Aiba bit his lips, frozen in place where he stood at the other side of the dressing room. Sitting in one of the chairs, Sho dropped his head into his hands, covering his eyes from the other three. Jun stood still, a ways away from everyone else, breathing hard. When their leader broke down, he knew he was the next one in line to hold everyone together. His hands were limp, but the strain in his body caused him to shake.
Nino walked over to the man and placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the shuddering body underneath. Sliding that hand down, Nino intertwined their fingers and squeezed. Jun’s head dropped, a tiny giggle of uncertainty escaping his lips before he gripped his hand into a fist and began to cry, hiccupping and shaking so hard he had to brace himself against the vanity. He was glad his hair shaded his tear streaked face from the others.
Aiba was still biting his lower lip with those tears swirling around in his wide, eyes. Today, they gleamed and glittered not with happiness, but with the painful tears. Nino knew he needed to let them fall, for who was an Aiba Masaki who held his tears in? With as much stealth as he could muster, Nino crept away from Jun and came up behind Aiba. He arched forward, a cat ready to pounce, and attacked Aiba’s sides. The man squirmed, let out a cry and collapsed to the ground sobbing. Nino nodded. Now that was right. Now Aiba would feel better even if his world was crumbling around him. But what about his Riida? His dear Captain?
Ohno was sitting hunched on the couch so Nino crossed the room to him. His cries were inaudible now, but Nino knew they were silenced by the suffocating pain he felt inside. Leaning down, Nino kissed the man’s exposed nape, lingering there as a shiver flowed through Ohno’s small body. Ohno lifted his head and looked around. His eyes were puffy, his face glistening and his nose dripping. Nino left him, knowing he was calmed.
His last subject was to be Sho. Nino knelt in front of the statue of a man and brushed his hands aside to cup his blotchy cheeks in his own chubby ones. He lifted Sho’s face who let his hands fall limply to his lap. Sho stared right into Nino’s eyes. Holding back a shudder, Nino held their gaze and brushed his lips against Sho’s cold ones. Sho gasped and his hands flew to his face, grappling for hold of Nino’s hands which he could not find and that no one could see. “Nino,” he whispered the tears streaming and making his voice barely audible. “He’s here, he’s still here!”
Aiba stood from his collapsed state and ran over to Sho, hugging him and burying his face into his neck as Nino backed away, finally scared, finally realizing what had really happened and what he was doing. “Sho-chan, Sho-chan,” he repeated into Sho’s collar. Nino continued to back way until he bumped into Jun who was staring at him as well. His lips moved but no words came out. Nonetheless, Nino froze, his eyes wide. The scene before him began to dissolve and he gripped at his chest, waiting to feel the comforting beat of his heart. Nothing was there.
He turned away from Jun, dropping his hand and glancing from Ohno to Sho and Aiba who held the man down with his grip. Sho was scrambling to get away, reaching for Nino and crying out his name. He said it over and over until Nino’s vision was completely blank again.
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Nino woke with a start at the sound of his name, his heart pounding relentlessly in his ears. His heart. Sho stood over him with tears in his eyes, gripping his hand dutifully. “Nino,” he whispered, a feeble smile ghosting over his lips. “Thank god.”
Pairing: Sakumiya
Word Count: 682
Rating: PG
Summary: Nino tries to fix Arashi's states of depressed minds.
Disclaimer: These boys are not mine, sadly, but I did write this story :]
Note: This is full of angst. I don't even know why it's so sad ;__; It's also very vague at the end, but hopefully those of you reading will understand :] Inspired by Naruto's Grief and Sorrow. Written for:
the melody lingers on
AN ARASHI FICTION QUEST
------
The silence in the room was interrupted by a garbled cry of anguish from their leader and Nino was the only one who flinched. Aiba bit his lips, frozen in place where he stood at the other side of the dressing room. Sitting in one of the chairs, Sho dropped his head into his hands, covering his eyes from the other three. Jun stood still, a ways away from everyone else, breathing hard. When their leader broke down, he knew he was the next one in line to hold everyone together. His hands were limp, but the strain in his body caused him to shake.
Nino walked over to the man and placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the shuddering body underneath. Sliding that hand down, Nino intertwined their fingers and squeezed. Jun’s head dropped, a tiny giggle of uncertainty escaping his lips before he gripped his hand into a fist and began to cry, hiccupping and shaking so hard he had to brace himself against the vanity. He was glad his hair shaded his tear streaked face from the others.
Aiba was still biting his lower lip with those tears swirling around in his wide, eyes. Today, they gleamed and glittered not with happiness, but with the painful tears. Nino knew he needed to let them fall, for who was an Aiba Masaki who held his tears in? With as much stealth as he could muster, Nino crept away from Jun and came up behind Aiba. He arched forward, a cat ready to pounce, and attacked Aiba’s sides. The man squirmed, let out a cry and collapsed to the ground sobbing. Nino nodded. Now that was right. Now Aiba would feel better even if his world was crumbling around him. But what about his Riida? His dear Captain?
Ohno was sitting hunched on the couch so Nino crossed the room to him. His cries were inaudible now, but Nino knew they were silenced by the suffocating pain he felt inside. Leaning down, Nino kissed the man’s exposed nape, lingering there as a shiver flowed through Ohno’s small body. Ohno lifted his head and looked around. His eyes were puffy, his face glistening and his nose dripping. Nino left him, knowing he was calmed.
His last subject was to be Sho. Nino knelt in front of the statue of a man and brushed his hands aside to cup his blotchy cheeks in his own chubby ones. He lifted Sho’s face who let his hands fall limply to his lap. Sho stared right into Nino’s eyes. Holding back a shudder, Nino held their gaze and brushed his lips against Sho’s cold ones. Sho gasped and his hands flew to his face, grappling for hold of Nino’s hands which he could not find and that no one could see. “Nino,” he whispered the tears streaming and making his voice barely audible. “He’s here, he’s still here!”
Aiba stood from his collapsed state and ran over to Sho, hugging him and burying his face into his neck as Nino backed away, finally scared, finally realizing what had really happened and what he was doing. “Sho-chan, Sho-chan,” he repeated into Sho’s collar. Nino continued to back way until he bumped into Jun who was staring at him as well. His lips moved but no words came out. Nonetheless, Nino froze, his eyes wide. The scene before him began to dissolve and he gripped at his chest, waiting to feel the comforting beat of his heart. Nothing was there.
He turned away from Jun, dropping his hand and glancing from Ohno to Sho and Aiba who held the man down with his grip. Sho was scrambling to get away, reaching for Nino and crying out his name. He said it over and over until Nino’s vision was completely blank again.
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Nino woke with a start at the sound of his name, his heart pounding relentlessly in his ears. His heart. Sho stood over him with tears in his eyes, gripping his hand dutifully. “Nino,” he whispered, a feeble smile ghosting over his lips. “Thank god.”