Advantage of a phobia
Title: Advantage of a phobia (one-shot)
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Ohmiya
Summary: Everybody knows Nino has a phobia, then what makes him decide to go boating?
Disclaimer: As i much as i do not wnat to admit it, Ohmiya doesnt belong to me... :(
Author's note: another random fic about Ohmiya. And i ripped off the lines, from somewhere...
~*~*~*~
It was a curse. I probably had done something evil in the past, and now it is coming back to haunt me.
I had never given my phobia of water much thought. Who knew it would be the cause of a life or death situation. Maybe I’m exaggerating it a bit, but you get the point.
It all started out when Ohno asked me to go fishing with him. I declined. That was the first time I realized how it was really, I mean really, hard to say no to Ohno’s cute puppy face.
So here I am, entrusting my life to a small, wobbly and may-sink-anytime boat.
“Remind me why I’m here again?” I asked, my hands gripping the sides of the boat. Gripping sides of boats is definitely not good for your hands, let me warn you, I should be grapping Ohno instead, but lets not go there.
“I need help catching this extremely big tuna fish!”
“Couldn’t you get Aiba instead? Or maybe Sho or Jun?”
“They were busy,”
Maybe I should scratch Ohno off my to-kill list and add the three of them instead.
“There it is!” shouted Ohno, nearly giving me a heart attack. Ohno was now back on my to-kill list. In my panicky state, he could have at least given me a warning, or something.
I watched as Ohno skillfully threw his net into the water, and watch for this tuna, like a crocodile looking for its next meal. From the corner of my eye, I saw water ripples.
It’s here.
“Nino, quick! Help me pull the net!”
It’s surprising how I managed to get over to Ohno despite my dizziness and the shakiness of the boat. But the point is, I managed to get there.
I grabbed a part of the net and pulled. And pulled. And pulled. The strange this is - the more we tried to get that tuna onto the boat, the closer Ohno and I got to the edge of the boat.
That is one strong fish.
It was then I realized my hatred for inertia. It was inertia that caused me to fall back when my grip on the net loosened. It was inertia that caused Ohno to fall back as well when the tuna’s strength outmatched his strength alone.
Now, I’m being squashed flat by a certain someone named Ohno Satoshi. I could feel my face turning red.
Considering the situation, it would probably be a 10, on an awkward scale. 1 being the least awkward.
“Nino”
“Hai?”
“Is it okay if we stay like this for a while longer?”
I’m starting to like fishing.
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Ohmiya
Summary: Everybody knows Nino has a phobia, then what makes him decide to go boating?
Disclaimer: As i much as i do not wnat to admit it, Ohmiya doesnt belong to me... :(
Author's note: another random fic about Ohmiya. And i ripped off the lines, from somewhere...
~*~*~*~
It was a curse. I probably had done something evil in the past, and now it is coming back to haunt me.
I had never given my phobia of water much thought. Who knew it would be the cause of a life or death situation. Maybe I’m exaggerating it a bit, but you get the point.
It all started out when Ohno asked me to go fishing with him. I declined. That was the first time I realized how it was really, I mean really, hard to say no to Ohno’s cute puppy face.
So here I am, entrusting my life to a small, wobbly and may-sink-anytime boat.
“Remind me why I’m here again?” I asked, my hands gripping the sides of the boat. Gripping sides of boats is definitely not good for your hands, let me warn you, I should be grapping Ohno instead, but lets not go there.
“I need help catching this extremely big tuna fish!”
“Couldn’t you get Aiba instead? Or maybe Sho or Jun?”
“They were busy,”
Maybe I should scratch Ohno off my to-kill list and add the three of them instead.
“There it is!” shouted Ohno, nearly giving me a heart attack. Ohno was now back on my to-kill list. In my panicky state, he could have at least given me a warning, or something.
I watched as Ohno skillfully threw his net into the water, and watch for this tuna, like a crocodile looking for its next meal. From the corner of my eye, I saw water ripples.
It’s here.
“Nino, quick! Help me pull the net!”
It’s surprising how I managed to get over to Ohno despite my dizziness and the shakiness of the boat. But the point is, I managed to get there.
I grabbed a part of the net and pulled. And pulled. And pulled. The strange this is - the more we tried to get that tuna onto the boat, the closer Ohno and I got to the edge of the boat.
That is one strong fish.
It was then I realized my hatred for inertia. It was inertia that caused me to fall back when my grip on the net loosened. It was inertia that caused Ohno to fall back as well when the tuna’s strength outmatched his strength alone.
Now, I’m being squashed flat by a certain someone named Ohno Satoshi. I could feel my face turning red.
Considering the situation, it would probably be a 10, on an awkward scale. 1 being the least awkward.
“Nino”
“Hai?”
“Is it okay if we stay like this for a while longer?”
I’m starting to like fishing.