[Fic] 粘着系男子の15年ネチネチ(A Clingy Boy's Fifteen-Year Pursuit 2/5)
A Clingy Boy's Fifteen-Year Pursuit
粘着系男子の15年ネチネチ
A Yama Fanfiction adaptation
Satoshi Ohno knows he's being clingy but if it'll take him an eternity (or fifteen years) to reach Sho Sakurai in some way, so be it!
Second Stage
Can you hear the thunder over the skies?
Can you see the lightning flash before your eyes?
Can you feel at all, this storm that's coming?
The sounds of a heart that's burningThe Third Year
High time for a different strategy, Ohno decided.
He did save all he needed from that fire a year ago, but he lost everything he wanted to keep. Shelter, food, and clothing are human needs but can all be replaced anytime. What he can't buy even from the nearest, most well-stocked Daiso would be the little things: photographs with and of Sho, study notes he had borrowed from Sho (which he didn't need but he just wanted to ask for), and a couple other memorabilia.
He nearly lost the lucky shirt, too. Now it was a lucky collar.
He still had his companion goldfish, however. It made the moving to a new house pretty bearable. The goldfish moved fishbowls too, so Satoshi wasn't alone in his misadventure. He wrote his poems in front of his peaceful roommate, sometimes telepathically asking for ideas which oddly came anyway as he stared. Perhaps he was a fish in the past life.
Perhaps Sho forgot about him already.
Sho promised to name the goldfish with him, after all. Sho forgot. Sho always forgets things. Not the things that mattered anyway. He was the textbook definition of meticulous, planning his day to the minute. Satoshi's name was never on the planner for reasons he didn't bother to ask about. If they were going to be together, they should be open. Sho was just never open enough, no matter how much he talked. It frustrated Satoshi to think.
He wrote about it nonetheless.
It was all he knew to do at this point. However, since it was time for a new strategy, he was posting his poetry online. No fire can burn his work off the internet. It was both a loud and a quiet call. He never mentioned Sho's name but for sure it'd catch the other boy's attention. Letters and internet posts. Who can forget or ignore that? In fact, everyone loved his poetry. His daily poetry on Mixi broke the system.
Sho wasn't everyone, though.
***
The Fourth Year
Satoshi was the talk of the town on the internet. He didn't really care about fame, he didn't need it. It was Sho's attention he was trying to get. Then again, Sho was trendy himself. Always a step of two ahead of his peers in things like news and fashion. Satoshi could swear by now that Sho was ignoring him. The other boy sometimes gave people the silent treatment to prove a point which is usually "I'm right".
Satoshi didn't care who's right and wrong. Wrong is to forget a promise to name a goldfish until it died. That was Sho's fault. Satoshi had to use an empty grave marker. In honor of the goldfish and the ideas it had telepathically given Satoshi, he decided to dedicate his life to writing. He took an offer from a magazine and earned a cozy amount from his work. That should annoy Sho, how idly Satoshi spends his time. He still wrote poems and sent them daily but he didn't need to break a neck over work like the average salaryman. Sho probably will, since he loved being busy. That should work, Sho was loudest when he's displeased about something.
Satoshi is quietest when he is.
***
The Fifth Year
Better than planned.
Since Sho was ignoring him, Satoshi accepted fame. This time, it would definitely be hard to not notice. Satoshi Ohno was a big name now that he had become a professional poet. While being vocal was still something he wasn't a master of, he could now pull out lines from his poetry from the top of his head. It was the goldfish, perhaps. The goldfish had blessed him.
What he never saw coming were the fans.
The very same people who maxed out the MyMixi counter were young women. He dismissed it as a feeling of kinship they must have when reading his work. They must also be waiting for a boy to respond to their pathetic cries. Maybe one or two of them were pining after Sho as well. Sho was always the popular one. He was like a manga character who jumped out of the pages with his handsome features, interesting personality, and everything. It was the latter part that made Satoshi so determined.
Besides, he was always with Sho. There's a side to Sho only he knew.
***
The Sixth Year
Seconds and minutes and hours were passing since Satoshi's poetry time.
He had a very important schedule to keep, just like Sho. He didn't care all that much about the people who were expecting him to stay on schedule, like his agent and his editor. There was only one time-sensitive person he cared about-Sho!
And yet they held him down in the van. The noise was confusing but his writing muse thankfully never left. That muse, the goldfish, was swimming in and out of sight as the people around him not to fight because he would be alright. He knew it was a lie. He would not be alright if he didn't get to write for Sho that day.
Words, he needed words. But all that comes from his mind were for Sho, and these things are reserved. So he made sounds. Pleas. Until something sharp went in his arm and he felt drowsy. It was a moment after the first time he heard "combative patient" used to describe himself.
He wasn't trying to be violent. He was just trying to reach Sho.
When he woke up, that was the first thing he had in mind. The noise of the television in his ward was ranting about a pro poet known for his daily poems and nearly crashing Mixi who was in a car accident. Perhaps that would call Sho's attention. He always cared about the news. He saw a pen at his bedside and started writing on the sheets, having nothing else to write on. Maybe a hospital blanket would make a big enough package for Sho to notice...
First Stage
「否認」Please click here
Third Stage
「取引」Please click here
Credits:
Starring
Satoshi Ohno as 粘着系男子/Clingy Boy
Sho Sakurai as Snobbish Boy
Adapted By:
Mie Tachibana
Dedicated to:
Aimi and Maki
and neko_kirin3104 for being an influential Yama writer
Disclaimers:
See Fifth Stage.