Drabbles that are Ohmiya in nature
In old news that I still feel obligated to flail about: Ohmiya SK at Arafes. I JUST. I. MY BRAIN. AND a;lkdsjfa;ldkfja;slkdfja;sldkfjaldkfj x10000000000000
Having "free" time tonight, I thought I might post some new, and old/repost drabbles all of which are Ohmiya (or Nino/Arashi in the case of Nino's Kitchen Series) in celebration of the previous topic the afforementioned flail topic.
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Nino lifted up the blankets and sheets and quickly slipped under them before Ohno would notice a draft. He really didn’t need to take so much care as Ohno was never particularly difficult to sneak up on, even when awake.
Finding Ohno on his side, Nino formed himself around Ohno‘s natural edges and curves, slowly so as not to wake. Their knees fit together as perfect as a jigsaw, but Nino made sure to tuck his foot just under Ohno’s. Ohno always woke up first, and refused to wake up Nino on account of Nino having a cute sleeping face. By locking their feet together Nino discovered Ohno couldn’t physically get out of bed without accidentally waking Nino up in an attempt to free himself.
Nino pressed his nose against Ohno’s spine, exhaling against the fabric of the nightshirt that kept skin from skin. He buried his face then, between the mattress and Ohno’s back, closing his eyes as he soaked in Ohno’s warm, after-bath smell tinged with the starchy detergent of hotel’s sheets. He couldn’t really breathe but that didn‘t bother Nino. At least for a few minutes didn’t need air; he could survive on breathing Ohno.
Nino propped himself just a little to examine Ohno’s face, banded by the only light coming in from the blinded window. No dreams quickened his breathing or creased his brow.
Nino pressed the lightest of kisses against the nearest patch of face he could reach, which wasn’t even Ohno’s face at all really, but the little bit of bare skin just under and behind his ear. Ohno didn’t stir or seem to notice, his breathing as relaxed and steady as it had been.
Settling back against Ohno’s pillow, and against Ohno’s back, Nino adjusted the blankets once more, pulling them up to Ohno’s chin first and then up to his own.
Carefully he slipped his arm around Ohno’s side, fitting their arms together as gapless as their legs. His head just centimeter from Ohno’s hair, Nino closed his eyes and found himself automatically matching his breathing to Ohno’s rhythm.
On the cusp of sleep Nino barely felt it when Ohno’s arm crossed over his. Placing his hand over Nino’s, Ohno reflexively laced their fingers together as best he could when dealing with two hands of the same orientation, and being asleep.
Barely awake himself, Nino squeezed the hand that held his with the last of his energy.
The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was Ohno squeezing back.
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Based off of two of darkdropout's universes NINONEKO AND SAMMI (WHICH YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST READ. IN FACT READING THEM IS A FAR SUPERIOR USE OF YOUR TIME THAN READING THIS. GO NOW, QUICKLY.) To be honest you will be very, very, very confused if you read the following drabble before reading the souce fic these came from.
DEAR POUTY: DO YOU REMEMBER THAT TIME WHEN WE WERE TALKING ABOUT TWO UNIVERSISES COMBINING AND I TRIED TO GET YOU TO WRITE IT BUT YOU WERE ALL 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THINK OF THE DANGER' (and a lot of other very valid reasons.) WELL THE IDEA WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE UNTIL THIS CAME OUT AND...AND I THINK YOU WERE RIGHT. I RUINED YOUR UNIVERSES *SOBS* I AM SO SORRY, I WON'T DO IT AGAIN.
Nino froze as he crossed the mouth of an alley. He sniffed carefully, curiously and eyeing the trashcans lining either wall. The narrow backstreet was deserted, except for someone with long hair perched on a shop‘s backdoor stoop. They were massaging their temples like someone who had had enough to drink but was bracing themselves to go another round.
Nino sniffed again, blinking, swishing his tail in annoyance. Sticking close to the wall he padded closer.
Beneath the rank odor of the alley, behind the fruity smoke of the cigarette Nino could smell it. Could smell him.
His hackles rose as he neared and could see his face, framed by long waves of perfect curls. Her face. No, his face.
“Ah. A kitty!”
The woman’s voice was falsely high, but it still sounded like his. Nino’s back arched, alarmed.
“It’s ok, I won’t hurt you.” But the woman smiled, holding out a hand with long immaculately painted nails.
Daringly, Nino took a paw closer, until he was properly next to her shinny high heels. He let her stroke his head, eyeing her unblinkingly. She giggled like him, too, Nino noticed, and has the same talent for scratching all of the good places.
“You’re so cute.” She murmured, her voice lower, more natural. More masculine. She opened her knees a little as she reached forward to pet along Nino’s back. Her hair dangled in neatly separated locks. Nino leapt up in her lap to bat at one.
“Ohno?” Nino asked, a human hand tangled in the long lock.
“Sammi.“ She breathed, something indescribable reflected in her eyes beyond the astonishment of suddenly having a boy in her lap instead of a cat. She laid her arm over Nino’s lap to keep him from falling off.
“So you’re not him, are you.” Nino stated, aware of his heart pounding strangely in it’s human place. Even as close as they were, she looked so much like him, smelled so much like him. She even had the same little amused crinkles around her nose when she laughed. He didn‘t understand how it was possible. “You would have told me, if…if this was….”
She paled beneath her slightly rouged cheeks and foundation. “Sorry, but I don’t recognize you. Sometimes if it‘s later in the evening, I‘ve already drunk a lot so I tend to forget some customers-”
“No, I don‘t think we‘ve met before. You just smell like a guy I know.” Nino sighed, relieved, but still slightly confused as to how such a similar person existed.
Her eyes were softening, her face nearing, and Nino’s heart took off like a scared mouse. “We’re kindred spirits, aren’t we.” She breathed, and the scent of her fruity cigarette, and floral perfume and almost-Ohno-ness assailed Nino’s human senses. “Not exactly one thing. Not entirely another.”
One hand remained across Nino’s legs, warm and strong but the other cupped his neck, making Nino seize up instinctively.
She laughed, cooingly, pulling Nino even closer until their foreheads touched, “Haruna-chan will be angry at me, but, just a little won’t hurt.”
“Uh..hi Oh-chan,” Aiba blinked, opening the door wider. “Is something the matter?”
“Nino never came over.” Ohno stood in the genkan, looking lost as if it were his first time in his friend’s house.
“What? But he left a little while ago and already came back.” Confused, Aiba scratched the back of his head.
“He came back?” The color drained out of Ohno’s face, and he clung to Aiba’s arm. “Maybe I did something to make him mad?”
“No no, he loves you Oh-chan. Probably almost half as much as he does me.”
Ohno opened his mouth but closed it, his cheeks turning just a little pink.
“Ah!” Aiba suddenly exclaimed.
“What?”
Aiba took to pacing small circles in the tiny genkan, “I thought he was acting kind of strange. When he came home, he just bolted for the Little Kitty’s room. He didn’t even hop up on the other side of the couch and say hi by pretending to ignore me.”
“Is he still in the bathroom now?” Ohno asked, worriedly. “Maybe he’s sick.”
It was Aiba’s turn to look stricken, and they both hurried to the bathroom. The door was locked, so Aiba took to pounding. “NINO?! NINO?! ARE YOU OK DO I NEED TO TAKE YOU TO THE VET ER LIKE THAT TIME YOU ACCIDENTALLY ATE THAT-”
“Aiba,” Ohno gently grabbed Aiba’s elbow, to stop the assault against the door. Why don‘t you make him a hamburger. I‘ll take care of things here.”
“But if his stomach is upset or-”
“I’ll come and get you if he needs medicine.”
“I guess if he’s barfing he’ll need something good to eat when he gets out.” Aiba cast another worried glance at the door. “But if he needs any thing…”
“I’ll shout for you.” Ohno swore. Aiba nodded, and ran to the kitchen.
“Nino? Did you hear? Aiba’s making you a big hamburger.”
Silence.
“Nino, can I come in? Please?”
There was a soft click, and the door opened.
“It…it won’t come off.” Nino mumbled softly, rubbing his cheek with the backside of a human hand. “I lick and lick, but it just smears.”
Ohno stared at the large pink smudge of lipstick extending halfway up Nino’s cheek. After a long moment, he stepped around Nino and opened Aiba’s bathroom cabinets, finally finding a stack of clean hand towels beneath the sink.
Wetting one in the sink, Ohno took hold of Nino’s chin and began to scrub the pink stain away.
“Say something. You‘re acting like you‘re mad.” Nino whispered, as unable to meet Ohno’s eyes as Ohno was his.
“Mad? No.”
“Are you sad?”
“A little.”
“She looked like you. Smelled like you. Sounded like you.”
“I have a clone running around?” Ohno sighed, folding the cloth over and rewetting it. “Maybe you should introduce me.”
“No.” Nino said instantly, his hand covering Ohno’s possessively, his short nails digging in for the lack of claws. “That’s a terrible idea. She‘s irresistible. I mean, look at what she did to poor helpless me. A criminal attack in a dark alley. She smelled like you so I was curious and got too close and the next thing I knew she started doing that human mouth-lip thing but she had me by the scruff of the neck so I couldn't move.”
“Is that how it was.” Ohno chuckled at last, tossing the rag in the sink and giving Nino a forgiving pet. “Nino, if there’s ever someone you want to kiss and they want to kiss you too, it‘s ok, you know.”
There was a moment of silence as the words sunk in before Nino suddenly closed the gap between them, and in even less time pressed his mouth against Ohno‘s.
“I’ve been trying to tell you, I didn’t want to lip-thing her. She did it by herself.“ Nino turned his head, rubbing his cheek against Ohno‘s when he was satisfied.
Reaching up to scratch Nino’s head, Ohno gently whispered, “It’s ok. I’m not mad.”
Suddenly Aiba barged into the bathroom without even the ghost of a knock. “Oh-chan, how’s Nino? The hamburger is ready and I have Pet MD up on my computer and….did you know you have lipstick on your face?”
Sammi fixed her lipstick, straightened her hair, skirt and blouse in the back room before finding the table to which she had been called.
At a distance she paused, recognizing the nervous young man chugging a glass of ice water with two cute, chubby hands. She watched him sit up and look around before slinking back to a well worn slouch.
“You’re more puppy-like than the other one.” She said, holding her skirt carefully as she slid into the booth. “But that’s ok, I like dogs better than cats anyway.”
“I-I’m sorry?”
“Ah it’s nothing, I was talking to myself. Ah, I didn‘t introduce myself. Please, call me Sammi.”
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Originally left in a comment for walking_orgy who posted the most obscene Ohmiya groping gif of all time. Do not ask me to repost it for you. For if I do, you will spend the rest of your life staring. And staring. And staring.
Nino came upon a man sitting in front of a cave that overlooked the sea.
“Hey.” He said, somewhat rudely. “Are you the Genie of the Ass?”
“I am.” Nodded the Genie, still in his posture of meditation. “But most people call me Ohno.”
“Great, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Nino grinned, circling around the seated Genie not unlike a vulture.
“That’s silly when you could have come straight here.” Smiled the Geanie.
“Yeah, waste of time, I know.” Nino shrugged, and back in front of the sitting man, held out his hand. “Hey, would you stand up for a second?”
“Sure.” Blinked Ohno the Genie, taking Nino’s hand and allowing himself to be pulled upright.
Nino beamed at Ohno. Ohno beamed at Nino.
Suddenly Nino’s hand shot out, reaching around to grab Ohno’s ass.
“Damn it.” Cursed the Genie, cutely knitting his eyebrows together. “I always fall for that one.”
“I didn‘t think it would be so easy.” Admitted Nino, too distracted by how perfectly round and firm the tush beneath his fingers was to make a proper cheeky comment. He couldn’t stop himself from stroking it in circles, following it’s natural curve. Not that he actually tried to stop himself.
“Well, I guess I’m your Genie now.” Said Ohno, unfazed by how Nino’s fingers drifted closer to his crack with each sweeping pass. “All you have to do is rub my butt three times while saying your wish aloud. You can’t wish for love, or for reviving anyone from the dead or for me to kill anyone or-”
“I wish for more wishes.” Nino said, instantly.
“….You can’t do that. I was just trying to tell you-”
“But I wished before you said it, so it’s valid.”
Ohno opened his mouth and closed it, thinking of a comeback. Troubled, he pouted. “It’s against the rules to not hear the rules before wishing.”
“You didn’t say that it was against the rules before I wished.” Scooting closer, Nino brought up his other hand to frisk the previously undiscovered territory of the Genie‘s namesake.
“….I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give you a few more wishes….” Sighing, Ohno closed his eyes. His ass began to glow a brilliant gold beneath Nino’s fingers, and astonished, Nino pulled his hands away to find them shimmering too.
Dusting the glitter off himself, Nino stared at his Genie, whose ass was loosing it‘s afterglow. “How many more wishes did you give me?”
“As many as you want.” Ohno the Genie of the Ass, grinned. “You have groping talent, so I don’t mind.”
“I think I love you.” Nino sighed, quickly returning both hands to the magical ass, and rubbing them three times. “I wish I was the person with the most monetary wealth in the world.”
Ohno glowed. “It is done.”
Nino rubbed three more times. “I wish to own Nintendo and Sony and Microsoft.”
“Couldn’t you just buy them?“ Ohno asked, laughing.
“I could, but wishing saves me money.“ Nino said, excitedly.
Chuckling, the blue glow returned. “Alright, they’re yours now.”
Nino was silent for a minute, and Ohno placed his hands around Nino’s hips. “Can‘t decide?”
“No, it‘s….” Nino frowned, stroking Ohno‘s ass three times, thoughtfully. “I‘m not wishing to fall in love, but…I wish I could meet my soul mate.”
As soon as the words left Nino’s mouth there was great cracking sound, like that of splitting wood, before the hiss of a deflating balloon.
“What just happened?!” Nino demanded, alarmed. “Are you out of magic?”
Ohno looked back over his shoulder, at the lack of glow on his behind. “Looks like I can’t fulfill that wish because it’s already happened.”
“Oh, that’s good. I was afraid I broke you by wishing for more wishes.” Nino sighed, relieved. Then he realized what it meant. In excitement, his grip on Ohno’s behind tightened. “I’ve met them?”
“Yep.” Ohno smiled, and Nino grinned.
Three rubs with a squeezing flourish. “I wish I knew who it was.”
Ohno glowed blue, grinning widely.
Nino’s eyes widened as the glitter faded, before bursting into a grin himself, putting their foreheads together, whispering. “And you’re sure I’m not allowed to wish for someone to fall in love with me?”
“No, but you could wish we were both back at your place.” Ohno’s grin turned suggestive. “They don’t call me the Genie of the Ass for nothing.”
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The next five are part of a short drabble series spammed to death on tumblr (also entirely darkdropout's fault. Again.)
Nino: I know, Oh-chan, that you said you wanted to make dinner together…
Ohno: I did, yep.
Nino: And I know you suggested wearing these aprons, because your mom gave them to us, and you wanted to tell her we used them properly….
Ohno: She’ll stop giving us stuff if we don’t use it, you know.
Nino: It’s not that I mind using the aprons, and indeed if it weren’t for your mom there wouldn’t be a single utensil in this kitchen. it’s just…you’re doing it wrong.
Ohno: What? No I’m not.
Nino: Oh-chan.
Ohno: You’re so noisy. If you want me to put on clothes under the apron just say so in the first place.
Nino: Hey, if you want kitchen sex, just say so in the first place.
~~~~10 minutes later~~~~
Spatula-in-Nino’s-hand: THIS IS NOT WHAT I WAS DESIGNED FOR. D:
V.2
Nino: Hey, get out. No one invited you for dinner.
Aiba: It’s ok, Nino, don’t worry, don’t worry! I’m not here for dinner~
Nino: I’m sorry, what I meant to say was, no one invited you and your camera into my kitchen. Why do you have a camera anyway?
Aiba: I’m glad you noticed! There are two reasons!
Nino: Why, why did I ask…
Aiba: #1! I read on the internet that your parents were Iron Chefs! We always thought it was weird you’re such a good cook when you’re too lazy to cook for yourself, so I wanted to bring everyone back evidence to prove it’s true.
Nino: Putting aside the fact that you believe whatever is on the internet, and that my amazing talent relates to that of my parents, can I ask who the ‘everyone’ is that you’re reporting to?
Aiba: I can’t tell you! I was sworn to secrecy!
Nino: That’s too bad. And here I was thinking of making kara’age tonight…..
Aiba: IT’S SHO-CHAN, MATSUJUN AND RIIDA.
Nino: Just as I suspected…I guess I won’t share my kara’age with you after all…
Aiba: BUT NINO, THEY MADE ME DO IT. I’LL EVEN TELL YOU ANOTHER SECRET, REASON #2: MATSUJUN DOESN’T BELIEVE YOU CAN CRY WITHOUT BEING IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA, SO I THOUGHT I WOULD TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU CUTTING ONIONS TO PROVE YOU CAN CRY.
Nino: Aiba,….lets say I chop onions for you, and start to cry. If you want to take a picture, won’t you need a camera? Won’t that mean I’m crying in front of the camera?
Aiba:………………….why didn’t I think of that sooner….do you think Matsujun would realize that if I gave him the pic?
Nino: I’m not positive, but I think he would. But don’t be so hard on yourself. I’ll show you something more amazing. Cutting onions without crying.
~~~10 minutes later~~~
Aiba: Uh…Nino….um…you’re cr-
Nino: It’s allergies, ok. Allergies.
V.3
Sho: Hey Nino, what are you doing?
Nino: Something you can’t do~
Sho: Really? I’m a pretty handy guy. In fact I believe in that saying ‘a person can do whatever they set their mind to.’
Nino: Yeah, but you still can’t cook so…
Sho: ;_;
Nino: I’m sure you’re just not setting your mind to it hard enough.
Sho: Exactly, I could cook if it was an emergency.Or a photo shoot. Or a drama scene…
Nino: I’m sure you could, but right now it isn’t an emergency, a drama or a shoot. Why don’t you take this bowl of dry macaroni, this bottle of glue and a paper plate and join Aiba at the table.
Sho: Sure. Don’t hesitate to call if you need any help!
~~~~10 minutes later~~~~
Aiba: Sho-chan look! I made a cat!!
Sho: Wow Masaki, you’re really good at this.
Aiba: You’re good a macaroni art too Sho-chan. I like your train!
Sho: ………..It’s supposed to be a portrait of my mom.
Aiba:Oh…Uh, well. Look on the bright side. You’re the only 30 year old alive who can’t do kindergarten level art! That’s something right?!
Sho:……………
Ohno: Look! I made a Marconi-Nino-Mona Lisa! :D
Sho: ;_;
V.4
Nino: *cracks open an egg*
Jun: Tsssh.
Nino: *whisks the egg in a bowl*
Jun: Tch.
Nino: *pours egg into the little white frying pan, throwing chopped veggies in, and covers the pan with a lid*
Jun: Hmmm.
Nino: *rinses rice*
Jun: Snf.
Nino: *adds water to the rice and sets it in the rice cooker*
Jun: Huuuuh…
Nino: *sprinkles pepper in the pan before folding the omelet over*
Jun: Pffft.
Nino: J. If you’re going to be a backseat chef, I’m going to kick you out of my kitchen.
Jun: I didn’t tell you how to cook anything, I was just silently observing.
Nino: That was by no means silent, but don’t bother explaining your random grunts of dislike. I don’t care if you don’t like the way I cook. As long as it’s editable, that’s good enough for me.
Jun: Ok…but if you crack the egg on a flat surface instead of the side of a bowl, it’ll break more evenly. Also, if you whisk the egg in a more mechanical motion, clockwise from the bottom of the bowl up, it will become fluffier. And if you add the vegetables in before putting the mixture in the pan-
Nino: See!!! You’re backseat chef-ing!!
Jun: I am not. You’re being ridiculous. I’m just trying to help you make a better omelet. By the way, when you rinse rice, I’ve found it’s better to-
Nino: J. Stop. It’s just an omelet.
Jun: ……..But it could be more than ‘just an omelet.’ It could be a better omelet if you add less pepper and when you’re folding it, it if you scrape from the sides first-
~~~~10 minutes later~~~~
Jun: -would be better. Also, when you’re serving the omelet, if you hold the ketchup bottle upside down at a 42 degree angle-
Nino: J. You need help. Serious help.
Jun: I’m just fine, thank you very much.
Nino: Yes, but you could be better.
V.5
Nino: What shall I make for dinner tonight….*puts on apron and ties it neatly behind his back*
Eggs: PICK US, FOR WE ARE FULL OF PROTEIN AND CAN MAKE YOU STRONG
Nino: But eggs are high in cholesterol…
Onion: PICK ME FOR I AM TASTY AND I CAN PROTECT YOU AGAINST BACTERIAL ILLNESS.
Nino: Yeah, but you make me smell like Aiba’s armpit and you irritate my allergies when chopped…
Mysterious package of meat: EAT ME, FOR I AM MEAT.
Nino: But you aren’t even labeled. In fact, I don’t remember buying you.
Mysterious package of meat: BUT YOU SHOULD STILL EAT ME, FOR I AM MEAT.
Nino: But what if you’re spoiled? You could make me sick. I could get salmonella or E. Coli or worse.
Eggs and Onion: DO NOT EAT THE MYSTERIOUS MEAT, NINO. EAT US INSTEAD. WE ARE FRESH, SAFE AND DELICIOUS!!
Mysterious Package of meat: EXCEPT YOU LESSER FOODS ARE NOT MEAT, AND THEREFORE, INFERIOR AND UNWORTHY.
Nino: That is a strong argument. Eggs? Onion? Anything to say in defense?
Eggs: We….um…we would have been meat? If you know…….
Onion: I’ve got nothing.
Nino: Alright it’s decided. Mystery meat it is.
~~~~10 days later~~~~
Ohno: *strokes Nino’s forehead* Are you feeling better now?
Nino: I just had my stomach pumped, how do you think I feel?!
Ohno: I’ve eaten weird old stuff without trouble before. I wonder what went wrong with you.
Nino: ………….If only I were normal like you, Oh-chan.
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These final drabbles are leftovers from the 3 word drabble game at this year's wedding.
Prompt: Ohno/Yamada Taro Genre: fluff Words: vegetables, today, bed
Ohno didn’t open his eyes. He could feel the weight of the body next to him on the bed. That kid with the smile that did things.
It had made Ohno crazy. No, insane. No, insanely crazy. The first time he saw it, he just handed the kid a flyer and drooled on his hapi coat enough to leave a decorative stain. The second time, which was months ago, he pulled him inside the store and introduced him to Mama.
Mama took a fancy, and gave him a job…Ohno‘s job actually. But Ohno didn’t mind, because it meant he could see that kid at lot. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, from 5pm to 10pm to be exact. Ohno liked to watch Tarou work, and sometimes bring him a towel or a bottle of water.
Mama had always fussed over Ohno; it was almost too much to see all that smothering love thrown at someone else. But Ohno didn’t mind. He knew he didn’t come close to being so…well, Tarou, so he gave up without a fight.
What he did mind was the fact Mama hogged Tarou all of the time, leaving him degraded to scooting the vegetables off his plate and onto Tarou’s whenever Mama managed to convince him to stay for dinner just to get a bit of his attention.
But then, last night, as Ohno was trying to transfer more carrots over Tarou’s rice, Tarou caught his hand, and held it. Tarou’s eyes lit up, and he smiled and the world was full of blooming flowers and sparkles and-
That was yesterday, but this is today.
Ohno opened one eye, than two, and caught sight of a bare shoulder, and the most shy of sleeping smiles. He felt himself go gooey all over, and his eyes glaze over until the sound dishes downstairs broke whatever magic Tarou had.
Ohno swallowed a huge lump in his throat and pulled the blanket up over his head trying to hide. Not from the man sharing his sheets, but from the bedroom door. Mama’s gonna be so mad he just ruined her new all but adopted perfect son.
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Kaibutsu-kun/Nino, Genre: Humor, Words: petulant, tongue-tied, yellow
“What was this called again?”
“A restaurant, young master.”
“Restaurant, un. And they have curry better than Utako’s?”
“That’s what Franken heard, gansu.”
“Funga, funga!!”
“Welcome! May I take your order, please?”
“C-c-c-c-c-”
“Oh how cute, young master’s tongue-tied!”
“I AM NOT.”
“Young master, don’t deny it gansu.”
“SHUT UP!!”
“Excuse me, sir, but would you please keep your voice down in the restaurant? You’ll disturb the other customers.”
“S-sorry.”
“Now young master, it’s rude to be so petulant! Apologize properly!!”
“Imsorrytohaveshoutedatmyservantsintherestaurant.”
“We are terribly sorry, our young master is a bit spoiled, gansu.”
“I don’t really care. But would you please just order?”
“Tomato soup, for moi~!”
“I have tomato curry.”
“……..that will do.”
“And for you, hairy guy?”
“Leg of lamb please, bone in, gan-….hey, what did you just call me?”
“I have lamb curry.”
“…..fine.”
“And you, big guy?”
“Funga!”
“Funga….fungus? We have mushroom curry, how ‘bout it?”
“….n’ga….”
“Lastly, you in yellow.”
“M-me?”
“Yes you. Do you see anyone else here in yellow?”
“I…I…I’ll have…y-you.”
“Nino curry? Ok. It costs extra though. Anything else, gentlemen?”
“That will be all, thank you, gansu.”
“It’ll be out in a bit, holler if you need anything else.”
“Young master!”
“You’re blushing, gansu!”
“Fu hu hu nga~”
“SHUT UP!!!! ……………...What do you think Nino curry tastes like?”
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Prompt: Naruse Ryo/ Ariake Koichi ; Genre: Fluff; Words: package, fireworks, odd
“What is this?” Asked the lawyer, examining a package on his desk.
“I don’t know sir.” His secretary smiled, clearly knowing. Naruse arched an eyebrow but questioned no further. It did not take great effort to figure out that without a shipping address, the box must have been left at the office, or delivered in person.
“I see. Thank you.” He said, dismissing the secretary. Once she had closed the door, he pulled the plain white string, unraveling the parcel’s bow.
Removing a cutter from a desk drawer, Naruse meticulously slit the clear tape holding the plain brown wrapping to the box. Carefully setting it to the side, Naruse found the lip of the box and pried it open.
Despite himself, Naruse smiled, curiously searching the fireworks in the box. There was a blue envelope taped to a ream of firecrackers. Gently, as to not rip the paper, Naruse freed the envelope and opened the card.
‘Naruse-sensei. Thank you for your council the other day, and for staying afterwards. These fireworks are my gift of thanks. I also bought a Grand Finale, but it wouldn’t fit in the box. Please come over whenever you‘d like to see it.’
Tenderly, Naruse tucked the card back into inside. Disposing of the wrapping paper on his way to the door, Naruse carried the box under one arm, his briefcase in another, and an odd feeling in his heart.
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Have a great weekend everyone! I MISS YOU ALL. TAKE CARE.
Having "free" time tonight, I thought I might post some new, and old/repost drabbles all of which are Ohmiya (or Nino/Arashi in the case of Nino's Kitchen Series) in celebration of the previous topic the afforementioned flail topic.
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Nino lifted up the blankets and sheets and quickly slipped under them before Ohno would notice a draft. He really didn’t need to take so much care as Ohno was never particularly difficult to sneak up on, even when awake.
Finding Ohno on his side, Nino formed himself around Ohno‘s natural edges and curves, slowly so as not to wake. Their knees fit together as perfect as a jigsaw, but Nino made sure to tuck his foot just under Ohno’s. Ohno always woke up first, and refused to wake up Nino on account of Nino having a cute sleeping face. By locking their feet together Nino discovered Ohno couldn’t physically get out of bed without accidentally waking Nino up in an attempt to free himself.
Nino pressed his nose against Ohno’s spine, exhaling against the fabric of the nightshirt that kept skin from skin. He buried his face then, between the mattress and Ohno’s back, closing his eyes as he soaked in Ohno’s warm, after-bath smell tinged with the starchy detergent of hotel’s sheets. He couldn’t really breathe but that didn‘t bother Nino. At least for a few minutes didn’t need air; he could survive on breathing Ohno.
Nino propped himself just a little to examine Ohno’s face, banded by the only light coming in from the blinded window. No dreams quickened his breathing or creased his brow.
Nino pressed the lightest of kisses against the nearest patch of face he could reach, which wasn’t even Ohno’s face at all really, but the little bit of bare skin just under and behind his ear. Ohno didn’t stir or seem to notice, his breathing as relaxed and steady as it had been.
Settling back against Ohno’s pillow, and against Ohno’s back, Nino adjusted the blankets once more, pulling them up to Ohno’s chin first and then up to his own.
Carefully he slipped his arm around Ohno’s side, fitting their arms together as gapless as their legs. His head just centimeter from Ohno’s hair, Nino closed his eyes and found himself automatically matching his breathing to Ohno’s rhythm.
On the cusp of sleep Nino barely felt it when Ohno’s arm crossed over his. Placing his hand over Nino’s, Ohno reflexively laced their fingers together as best he could when dealing with two hands of the same orientation, and being asleep.
Barely awake himself, Nino squeezed the hand that held his with the last of his energy.
The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was Ohno squeezing back.
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Based off of two of darkdropout's universes NINONEKO AND SAMMI (WHICH YOU ABSOLUTELY MUST READ. IN FACT READING THEM IS A FAR SUPERIOR USE OF YOUR TIME THAN READING THIS. GO NOW, QUICKLY.) To be honest you will be very, very, very confused if you read the following drabble before reading the souce fic these came from.
DEAR POUTY: DO YOU REMEMBER THAT TIME WHEN WE WERE TALKING ABOUT TWO UNIVERSISES COMBINING AND I TRIED TO GET YOU TO WRITE IT BUT YOU WERE ALL 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THINK OF THE DANGER' (and a lot of other very valid reasons.) WELL THE IDEA WOULD NOT LEAVE ME ALONE UNTIL THIS CAME OUT AND...AND I THINK YOU WERE RIGHT. I RUINED YOUR UNIVERSES *SOBS* I AM SO SORRY, I WON'T DO IT AGAIN.
Nino froze as he crossed the mouth of an alley. He sniffed carefully, curiously and eyeing the trashcans lining either wall. The narrow backstreet was deserted, except for someone with long hair perched on a shop‘s backdoor stoop. They were massaging their temples like someone who had had enough to drink but was bracing themselves to go another round.
Nino sniffed again, blinking, swishing his tail in annoyance. Sticking close to the wall he padded closer.
Beneath the rank odor of the alley, behind the fruity smoke of the cigarette Nino could smell it. Could smell him.
His hackles rose as he neared and could see his face, framed by long waves of perfect curls. Her face. No, his face.
“Ah. A kitty!”
The woman’s voice was falsely high, but it still sounded like his. Nino’s back arched, alarmed.
“It’s ok, I won’t hurt you.” But the woman smiled, holding out a hand with long immaculately painted nails.
Daringly, Nino took a paw closer, until he was properly next to her shinny high heels. He let her stroke his head, eyeing her unblinkingly. She giggled like him, too, Nino noticed, and has the same talent for scratching all of the good places.
“You’re so cute.” She murmured, her voice lower, more natural. More masculine. She opened her knees a little as she reached forward to pet along Nino’s back. Her hair dangled in neatly separated locks. Nino leapt up in her lap to bat at one.
“Ohno?” Nino asked, a human hand tangled in the long lock.
“Sammi.“ She breathed, something indescribable reflected in her eyes beyond the astonishment of suddenly having a boy in her lap instead of a cat. She laid her arm over Nino’s lap to keep him from falling off.
“So you’re not him, are you.” Nino stated, aware of his heart pounding strangely in it’s human place. Even as close as they were, she looked so much like him, smelled so much like him. She even had the same little amused crinkles around her nose when she laughed. He didn‘t understand how it was possible. “You would have told me, if…if this was….”
She paled beneath her slightly rouged cheeks and foundation. “Sorry, but I don’t recognize you. Sometimes if it‘s later in the evening, I‘ve already drunk a lot so I tend to forget some customers-”
“No, I don‘t think we‘ve met before. You just smell like a guy I know.” Nino sighed, relieved, but still slightly confused as to how such a similar person existed.
Her eyes were softening, her face nearing, and Nino’s heart took off like a scared mouse. “We’re kindred spirits, aren’t we.” She breathed, and the scent of her fruity cigarette, and floral perfume and almost-Ohno-ness assailed Nino’s human senses. “Not exactly one thing. Not entirely another.”
One hand remained across Nino’s legs, warm and strong but the other cupped his neck, making Nino seize up instinctively.
She laughed, cooingly, pulling Nino even closer until their foreheads touched, “Haruna-chan will be angry at me, but, just a little won’t hurt.”
“Uh..hi Oh-chan,” Aiba blinked, opening the door wider. “Is something the matter?”
“Nino never came over.” Ohno stood in the genkan, looking lost as if it were his first time in his friend’s house.
“What? But he left a little while ago and already came back.” Confused, Aiba scratched the back of his head.
“He came back?” The color drained out of Ohno’s face, and he clung to Aiba’s arm. “Maybe I did something to make him mad?”
“No no, he loves you Oh-chan. Probably almost half as much as he does me.”
Ohno opened his mouth but closed it, his cheeks turning just a little pink.
“Ah!” Aiba suddenly exclaimed.
“What?”
Aiba took to pacing small circles in the tiny genkan, “I thought he was acting kind of strange. When he came home, he just bolted for the Little Kitty’s room. He didn’t even hop up on the other side of the couch and say hi by pretending to ignore me.”
“Is he still in the bathroom now?” Ohno asked, worriedly. “Maybe he’s sick.”
It was Aiba’s turn to look stricken, and they both hurried to the bathroom. The door was locked, so Aiba took to pounding. “NINO?! NINO?! ARE YOU OK DO I NEED TO TAKE YOU TO THE VET ER LIKE THAT TIME YOU ACCIDENTALLY ATE THAT-”
“Aiba,” Ohno gently grabbed Aiba’s elbow, to stop the assault against the door. Why don‘t you make him a hamburger. I‘ll take care of things here.”
“But if his stomach is upset or-”
“I’ll come and get you if he needs medicine.”
“I guess if he’s barfing he’ll need something good to eat when he gets out.” Aiba cast another worried glance at the door. “But if he needs any thing…”
“I’ll shout for you.” Ohno swore. Aiba nodded, and ran to the kitchen.
“Nino? Did you hear? Aiba’s making you a big hamburger.”
Silence.
“Nino, can I come in? Please?”
There was a soft click, and the door opened.
“It…it won’t come off.” Nino mumbled softly, rubbing his cheek with the backside of a human hand. “I lick and lick, but it just smears.”
Ohno stared at the large pink smudge of lipstick extending halfway up Nino’s cheek. After a long moment, he stepped around Nino and opened Aiba’s bathroom cabinets, finally finding a stack of clean hand towels beneath the sink.
Wetting one in the sink, Ohno took hold of Nino’s chin and began to scrub the pink stain away.
“Say something. You‘re acting like you‘re mad.” Nino whispered, as unable to meet Ohno’s eyes as Ohno was his.
“Mad? No.”
“Are you sad?”
“A little.”
“She looked like you. Smelled like you. Sounded like you.”
“I have a clone running around?” Ohno sighed, folding the cloth over and rewetting it. “Maybe you should introduce me.”
“No.” Nino said instantly, his hand covering Ohno’s possessively, his short nails digging in for the lack of claws. “That’s a terrible idea. She‘s irresistible. I mean, look at what she did to poor helpless me. A criminal attack in a dark alley. She smelled like you so I was curious and got too close and the next thing I knew she started doing that human mouth-lip thing but she had me by the scruff of the neck so I couldn't move.”
“Is that how it was.” Ohno chuckled at last, tossing the rag in the sink and giving Nino a forgiving pet. “Nino, if there’s ever someone you want to kiss and they want to kiss you too, it‘s ok, you know.”
There was a moment of silence as the words sunk in before Nino suddenly closed the gap between them, and in even less time pressed his mouth against Ohno‘s.
“I’ve been trying to tell you, I didn’t want to lip-thing her. She did it by herself.“ Nino turned his head, rubbing his cheek against Ohno‘s when he was satisfied.
Reaching up to scratch Nino’s head, Ohno gently whispered, “It’s ok. I’m not mad.”
Suddenly Aiba barged into the bathroom without even the ghost of a knock. “Oh-chan, how’s Nino? The hamburger is ready and I have Pet MD up on my computer and….did you know you have lipstick on your face?”
Sammi fixed her lipstick, straightened her hair, skirt and blouse in the back room before finding the table to which she had been called.
At a distance she paused, recognizing the nervous young man chugging a glass of ice water with two cute, chubby hands. She watched him sit up and look around before slinking back to a well worn slouch.
“You’re more puppy-like than the other one.” She said, holding her skirt carefully as she slid into the booth. “But that’s ok, I like dogs better than cats anyway.”
“I-I’m sorry?”
“Ah it’s nothing, I was talking to myself. Ah, I didn‘t introduce myself. Please, call me Sammi.”
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Originally left in a comment for walking_orgy who posted the most obscene Ohmiya groping gif of all time. Do not ask me to repost it for you. For if I do, you will spend the rest of your life staring. And staring. And staring.
Nino came upon a man sitting in front of a cave that overlooked the sea.
“Hey.” He said, somewhat rudely. “Are you the Genie of the Ass?”
“I am.” Nodded the Genie, still in his posture of meditation. “But most people call me Ohno.”
“Great, I’ve been looking all over for you.” Nino grinned, circling around the seated Genie not unlike a vulture.
“That’s silly when you could have come straight here.” Smiled the Geanie.
“Yeah, waste of time, I know.” Nino shrugged, and back in front of the sitting man, held out his hand. “Hey, would you stand up for a second?”
“Sure.” Blinked Ohno the Genie, taking Nino’s hand and allowing himself to be pulled upright.
Nino beamed at Ohno. Ohno beamed at Nino.
Suddenly Nino’s hand shot out, reaching around to grab Ohno’s ass.
“Damn it.” Cursed the Genie, cutely knitting his eyebrows together. “I always fall for that one.”
“I didn‘t think it would be so easy.” Admitted Nino, too distracted by how perfectly round and firm the tush beneath his fingers was to make a proper cheeky comment. He couldn’t stop himself from stroking it in circles, following it’s natural curve. Not that he actually tried to stop himself.
“Well, I guess I’m your Genie now.” Said Ohno, unfazed by how Nino’s fingers drifted closer to his crack with each sweeping pass. “All you have to do is rub my butt three times while saying your wish aloud. You can’t wish for love, or for reviving anyone from the dead or for me to kill anyone or-”
“I wish for more wishes.” Nino said, instantly.
“….You can’t do that. I was just trying to tell you-”
“But I wished before you said it, so it’s valid.”
Ohno opened his mouth and closed it, thinking of a comeback. Troubled, he pouted. “It’s against the rules to not hear the rules before wishing.”
“You didn’t say that it was against the rules before I wished.” Scooting closer, Nino brought up his other hand to frisk the previously undiscovered territory of the Genie‘s namesake.
“….I guess it wouldn’t hurt to give you a few more wishes….” Sighing, Ohno closed his eyes. His ass began to glow a brilliant gold beneath Nino’s fingers, and astonished, Nino pulled his hands away to find them shimmering too.
Dusting the glitter off himself, Nino stared at his Genie, whose ass was loosing it‘s afterglow. “How many more wishes did you give me?”
“As many as you want.” Ohno the Genie of the Ass, grinned. “You have groping talent, so I don’t mind.”
“I think I love you.” Nino sighed, quickly returning both hands to the magical ass, and rubbing them three times. “I wish I was the person with the most monetary wealth in the world.”
Ohno glowed. “It is done.”
Nino rubbed three more times. “I wish to own Nintendo and Sony and Microsoft.”
“Couldn’t you just buy them?“ Ohno asked, laughing.
“I could, but wishing saves me money.“ Nino said, excitedly.
Chuckling, the blue glow returned. “Alright, they’re yours now.”
Nino was silent for a minute, and Ohno placed his hands around Nino’s hips. “Can‘t decide?”
“No, it‘s….” Nino frowned, stroking Ohno‘s ass three times, thoughtfully. “I‘m not wishing to fall in love, but…I wish I could meet my soul mate.”
As soon as the words left Nino’s mouth there was great cracking sound, like that of splitting wood, before the hiss of a deflating balloon.
“What just happened?!” Nino demanded, alarmed. “Are you out of magic?”
Ohno looked back over his shoulder, at the lack of glow on his behind. “Looks like I can’t fulfill that wish because it’s already happened.”
“Oh, that’s good. I was afraid I broke you by wishing for more wishes.” Nino sighed, relieved. Then he realized what it meant. In excitement, his grip on Ohno’s behind tightened. “I’ve met them?”
“Yep.” Ohno smiled, and Nino grinned.
Three rubs with a squeezing flourish. “I wish I knew who it was.”
Ohno glowed blue, grinning widely.
Nino’s eyes widened as the glitter faded, before bursting into a grin himself, putting their foreheads together, whispering. “And you’re sure I’m not allowed to wish for someone to fall in love with me?”
“No, but you could wish we were both back at your place.” Ohno’s grin turned suggestive. “They don’t call me the Genie of the Ass for nothing.”
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The next five are part of a short drabble series spammed to death on tumblr (also entirely darkdropout's fault. Again.)
Nino: I know, Oh-chan, that you said you wanted to make dinner together…
Ohno: I did, yep.
Nino: And I know you suggested wearing these aprons, because your mom gave them to us, and you wanted to tell her we used them properly….
Ohno: She’ll stop giving us stuff if we don’t use it, you know.
Nino: It’s not that I mind using the aprons, and indeed if it weren’t for your mom there wouldn’t be a single utensil in this kitchen. it’s just…you’re doing it wrong.
Ohno: What? No I’m not.
Nino: Oh-chan.
Ohno: You’re so noisy. If you want me to put on clothes under the apron just say so in the first place.
Nino: Hey, if you want kitchen sex, just say so in the first place.
~~~~10 minutes later~~~~
Spatula-in-Nino’s-hand: THIS IS NOT WHAT I WAS DESIGNED FOR. D:
V.2
Nino: Hey, get out. No one invited you for dinner.
Aiba: It’s ok, Nino, don’t worry, don’t worry! I’m not here for dinner~
Nino: I’m sorry, what I meant to say was, no one invited you and your camera into my kitchen. Why do you have a camera anyway?
Aiba: I’m glad you noticed! There are two reasons!
Nino: Why, why did I ask…
Aiba: #1! I read on the internet that your parents were Iron Chefs! We always thought it was weird you’re such a good cook when you’re too lazy to cook for yourself, so I wanted to bring everyone back evidence to prove it’s true.
Nino: Putting aside the fact that you believe whatever is on the internet, and that my amazing talent relates to that of my parents, can I ask who the ‘everyone’ is that you’re reporting to?
Aiba: I can’t tell you! I was sworn to secrecy!
Nino: That’s too bad. And here I was thinking of making kara’age tonight…..
Aiba: IT’S SHO-CHAN, MATSUJUN AND RIIDA.
Nino: Just as I suspected…I guess I won’t share my kara’age with you after all…
Aiba: BUT NINO, THEY MADE ME DO IT. I’LL EVEN TELL YOU ANOTHER SECRET, REASON #2: MATSUJUN DOESN’T BELIEVE YOU CAN CRY WITHOUT BEING IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA, SO I THOUGHT I WOULD TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU CUTTING ONIONS TO PROVE YOU CAN CRY.
Nino: Aiba,….lets say I chop onions for you, and start to cry. If you want to take a picture, won’t you need a camera? Won’t that mean I’m crying in front of the camera?
Aiba:………………….why didn’t I think of that sooner….do you think Matsujun would realize that if I gave him the pic?
Nino: I’m not positive, but I think he would. But don’t be so hard on yourself. I’ll show you something more amazing. Cutting onions without crying.
~~~10 minutes later~~~
Aiba: Uh…Nino….um…you’re cr-
Nino: It’s allergies, ok. Allergies.
V.3
Sho: Hey Nino, what are you doing?
Nino: Something you can’t do~
Sho: Really? I’m a pretty handy guy. In fact I believe in that saying ‘a person can do whatever they set their mind to.’
Nino: Yeah, but you still can’t cook so…
Sho: ;_;
Nino: I’m sure you’re just not setting your mind to it hard enough.
Sho: Exactly, I could cook if it was an emergency.Or a photo shoot. Or a drama scene…
Nino: I’m sure you could, but right now it isn’t an emergency, a drama or a shoot. Why don’t you take this bowl of dry macaroni, this bottle of glue and a paper plate and join Aiba at the table.
Sho: Sure. Don’t hesitate to call if you need any help!
~~~~10 minutes later~~~~
Aiba: Sho-chan look! I made a cat!!
Sho: Wow Masaki, you’re really good at this.
Aiba: You’re good a macaroni art too Sho-chan. I like your train!
Sho: ………..It’s supposed to be a portrait of my mom.
Aiba:Oh…Uh, well. Look on the bright side. You’re the only 30 year old alive who can’t do kindergarten level art! That’s something right?!
Sho:……………
Ohno: Look! I made a Marconi-Nino-Mona Lisa! :D
Sho: ;_;
V.4
Nino: *cracks open an egg*
Jun: Tsssh.
Nino: *whisks the egg in a bowl*
Jun: Tch.
Nino: *pours egg into the little white frying pan, throwing chopped veggies in, and covers the pan with a lid*
Jun: Hmmm.
Nino: *rinses rice*
Jun: Snf.
Nino: *adds water to the rice and sets it in the rice cooker*
Jun: Huuuuh…
Nino: *sprinkles pepper in the pan before folding the omelet over*
Jun: Pffft.
Nino: J. If you’re going to be a backseat chef, I’m going to kick you out of my kitchen.
Jun: I didn’t tell you how to cook anything, I was just silently observing.
Nino: That was by no means silent, but don’t bother explaining your random grunts of dislike. I don’t care if you don’t like the way I cook. As long as it’s editable, that’s good enough for me.
Jun: Ok…but if you crack the egg on a flat surface instead of the side of a bowl, it’ll break more evenly. Also, if you whisk the egg in a more mechanical motion, clockwise from the bottom of the bowl up, it will become fluffier. And if you add the vegetables in before putting the mixture in the pan-
Nino: See!!! You’re backseat chef-ing!!
Jun: I am not. You’re being ridiculous. I’m just trying to help you make a better omelet. By the way, when you rinse rice, I’ve found it’s better to-
Nino: J. Stop. It’s just an omelet.
Jun: ……..But it could be more than ‘just an omelet.’ It could be a better omelet if you add less pepper and when you’re folding it, it if you scrape from the sides first-
~~~~10 minutes later~~~~
Jun: -would be better. Also, when you’re serving the omelet, if you hold the ketchup bottle upside down at a 42 degree angle-
Nino: J. You need help. Serious help.
Jun: I’m just fine, thank you very much.
Nino: Yes, but you could be better.
V.5
Nino: What shall I make for dinner tonight….*puts on apron and ties it neatly behind his back*
Eggs: PICK US, FOR WE ARE FULL OF PROTEIN AND CAN MAKE YOU STRONG
Nino: But eggs are high in cholesterol…
Onion: PICK ME FOR I AM TASTY AND I CAN PROTECT YOU AGAINST BACTERIAL ILLNESS.
Nino: Yeah, but you make me smell like Aiba’s armpit and you irritate my allergies when chopped…
Mysterious package of meat: EAT ME, FOR I AM MEAT.
Nino: But you aren’t even labeled. In fact, I don’t remember buying you.
Mysterious package of meat: BUT YOU SHOULD STILL EAT ME, FOR I AM MEAT.
Nino: But what if you’re spoiled? You could make me sick. I could get salmonella or E. Coli or worse.
Eggs and Onion: DO NOT EAT THE MYSTERIOUS MEAT, NINO. EAT US INSTEAD. WE ARE FRESH, SAFE AND DELICIOUS!!
Mysterious Package of meat: EXCEPT YOU LESSER FOODS ARE NOT MEAT, AND THEREFORE, INFERIOR AND UNWORTHY.
Nino: That is a strong argument. Eggs? Onion? Anything to say in defense?
Eggs: We….um…we would have been meat? If you know…….
Onion: I’ve got nothing.
Nino: Alright it’s decided. Mystery meat it is.
~~~~10 days later~~~~
Ohno: *strokes Nino’s forehead* Are you feeling better now?
Nino: I just had my stomach pumped, how do you think I feel?!
Ohno: I’ve eaten weird old stuff without trouble before. I wonder what went wrong with you.
Nino: ………….If only I were normal like you, Oh-chan.
~~~~~
These final drabbles are leftovers from the 3 word drabble game at this year's wedding.
Prompt: Ohno/Yamada Taro Genre: fluff Words: vegetables, today, bed
Ohno didn’t open his eyes. He could feel the weight of the body next to him on the bed. That kid with the smile that did things.
It had made Ohno crazy. No, insane. No, insanely crazy. The first time he saw it, he just handed the kid a flyer and drooled on his hapi coat enough to leave a decorative stain. The second time, which was months ago, he pulled him inside the store and introduced him to Mama.
Mama took a fancy, and gave him a job…Ohno‘s job actually. But Ohno didn’t mind, because it meant he could see that kid at lot. Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, from 5pm to 10pm to be exact. Ohno liked to watch Tarou work, and sometimes bring him a towel or a bottle of water.
Mama had always fussed over Ohno; it was almost too much to see all that smothering love thrown at someone else. But Ohno didn’t mind. He knew he didn’t come close to being so…well, Tarou, so he gave up without a fight.
What he did mind was the fact Mama hogged Tarou all of the time, leaving him degraded to scooting the vegetables off his plate and onto Tarou’s whenever Mama managed to convince him to stay for dinner just to get a bit of his attention.
But then, last night, as Ohno was trying to transfer more carrots over Tarou’s rice, Tarou caught his hand, and held it. Tarou’s eyes lit up, and he smiled and the world was full of blooming flowers and sparkles and-
That was yesterday, but this is today.
Ohno opened one eye, than two, and caught sight of a bare shoulder, and the most shy of sleeping smiles. He felt himself go gooey all over, and his eyes glaze over until the sound dishes downstairs broke whatever magic Tarou had.
Ohno swallowed a huge lump in his throat and pulled the blanket up over his head trying to hide. Not from the man sharing his sheets, but from the bedroom door. Mama’s gonna be so mad he just ruined her new all but adopted perfect son.
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Kaibutsu-kun/Nino, Genre: Humor, Words: petulant, tongue-tied, yellow
“What was this called again?”
“A restaurant, young master.”
“Restaurant, un. And they have curry better than Utako’s?”
“That’s what Franken heard, gansu.”
“Funga, funga!!”
“Welcome! May I take your order, please?”
“C-c-c-c-c-”
“Oh how cute, young master’s tongue-tied!”
“I AM NOT.”
“Young master, don’t deny it gansu.”
“SHUT UP!!”
“Excuse me, sir, but would you please keep your voice down in the restaurant? You’ll disturb the other customers.”
“S-sorry.”
“Now young master, it’s rude to be so petulant! Apologize properly!!”
“Imsorrytohaveshoutedatmyservantsintherestaurant.”
“We are terribly sorry, our young master is a bit spoiled, gansu.”
“I don’t really care. But would you please just order?”
“Tomato soup, for moi~!”
“I have tomato curry.”
“……..that will do.”
“And for you, hairy guy?”
“Leg of lamb please, bone in, gan-….hey, what did you just call me?”
“I have lamb curry.”
“…..fine.”
“And you, big guy?”
“Funga!”
“Funga….fungus? We have mushroom curry, how ‘bout it?”
“….n’ga….”
“Lastly, you in yellow.”
“M-me?”
“Yes you. Do you see anyone else here in yellow?”
“I…I…I’ll have…y-you.”
“Nino curry? Ok. It costs extra though. Anything else, gentlemen?”
“That will be all, thank you, gansu.”
“It’ll be out in a bit, holler if you need anything else.”
“Young master!”
“You’re blushing, gansu!”
“Fu hu hu nga~”
“SHUT UP!!!! ……………...What do you think Nino curry tastes like?”
~~~
Prompt: Naruse Ryo/ Ariake Koichi ; Genre: Fluff; Words: package, fireworks, odd
“What is this?” Asked the lawyer, examining a package on his desk.
“I don’t know sir.” His secretary smiled, clearly knowing. Naruse arched an eyebrow but questioned no further. It did not take great effort to figure out that without a shipping address, the box must have been left at the office, or delivered in person.
“I see. Thank you.” He said, dismissing the secretary. Once she had closed the door, he pulled the plain white string, unraveling the parcel’s bow.
Removing a cutter from a desk drawer, Naruse meticulously slit the clear tape holding the plain brown wrapping to the box. Carefully setting it to the side, Naruse found the lip of the box and pried it open.
Despite himself, Naruse smiled, curiously searching the fireworks in the box. There was a blue envelope taped to a ream of firecrackers. Gently, as to not rip the paper, Naruse freed the envelope and opened the card.
‘Naruse-sensei. Thank you for your council the other day, and for staying afterwards. These fireworks are my gift of thanks. I also bought a Grand Finale, but it wouldn’t fit in the box. Please come over whenever you‘d like to see it.’
Tenderly, Naruse tucked the card back into inside. Disposing of the wrapping paper on his way to the door, Naruse carried the box under one arm, his briefcase in another, and an odd feeling in his heart.
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Have a great weekend everyone! I MISS YOU ALL. TAKE CARE.