[OS] The Beauty of my Imagination [Ohmiya]
Title: The Beauty of my Imagination
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, AU
Words: 3,174
Translator: Ilka
Summary: A guitarist in a tunnel, a special song, two bottles of sake and a church Ohno Satoshi had never really noticed before.
A/N: My entry for the Ohmiya Wedding Fanfic Contest 2010 :)
People always said he was quiet. That he was calm, withdrawn and shy. But that wasn't true. Ohno Satoshi wasn't withdrawn or shy in any sense of the word. Sometimes he just didn't feel the need to talk.
In moments like these, when he was face to face with the man he met on his way home every day, he didn't want to talk. When he was listening to him play his guitar and occasionally sing along, he wanted to be quiet.
He didn't need words then.
He didn't know who the young man was that sitting in the tunnel every afternoon with his guitar and a small jar. But he had seen him there every day for the last few months and felt like he knew him already. Knew the smile he was gifted with every day he walked through the tunnel. On many days Ohno stopped, leaned against the opposite wall and listened. When the man noticed him, he looked up at him again and again, only looking down at his guitar when a chord was especially difficult. And when he didn't notice him, Ohno did everything to subtly draw attention to himself.
Later, when Ohno continued on his way home, he always made sure that a few new 100 yen coins found themselves in the musician's jar.
The man was good-looking. He didn't exactly meet the classical ideal of beauty, but Ohno had never really cared about that. He knew what he liked. And he liked this man. The thin lips that were opened slightly every time he lost himself in his music, the button nose he scrunched up every now and then when a note didn't sound the way it was supposed to, the black hair that kept falling into his eyes - Ohno liked all of it.
But he liked his voice best.
Sadly he didn't sing very often when Ohno walked through the tunnel, but now and then Ohno was in luck. And then he always stopped and listened longer than usual. No matter what impression that gave or how the passers-by looked at him.
This had been going on for a while now, and still Ohno had never spoken to the man. It didn't bother him (he never felt the need for many words), but sometimes it surprised him. At the same time, he didn’t know what to say.
'I like your music' maybe, because it seemed natural to start that way. Or even 'You look good when you play', although that might be too direct.
Ohno Satoshi wasn't shy, but sometimes he wasn't sure what to say.
.
This time he wasn't the only passer-by standing in the tunnel, looking at and listening to the man with the guitar. But the people around him were standing there for a different reason; looking at their watches again and again, they were only waiting for the rain to stop falling so they could be on their way again.
Ohno on the other hand was enjoying the moment and had squatted down across from the man to look at him. Calm as a cucumber. This made him different from the people around him once again, but he didn't care.
'He's happy about the rain. He has a bigger audience this way. Or doesn't he care at all?' Ohno asked himself, his gaze still fixed on the musician, while a small smile graced his lips. The man was gazing at him in return, looking him in the eyes and playing a calm, melodious song that fit the weather perfectly but at the same time not at all.
When the rain finally stopped falling, the people around them disappeared and for a short moment they were alone in the tunnel. The sound of the guitar echoed through the tunnel and Ohno had the feeling it didn't leave the small space. As if there was an invisible wall at both ends of the tunnel, which stopping the music from escaping. Because it was meant only for the two of them.
Ohno thought such things often and wasn't bothered by it. Even though he knew they were only fanciful imaginings, not reality.
.
Sometimes Ohno asked himself what the musician thought of him. He knew that he noticed him. Their eyes had met plenty of times and they had exchanged smiles quite often, after all.
But did he sometimes think about him? Did he ask himself whether Ohno would come again that day? Or did he just smile at him every time because he knew he would benefit from it? That he would be a couple hundred yen richer at the end of Ohno's stay?
Questions, that wouldn't allow Ohno to rest on some days and didn't bother him at all on others.
But today was one of those days, when the thoughts wouldn't leave him alone, racing through his head and not allowing him to relax. On a day like this he had to stay with the musician longer, or else he would be restless for the rest of the night.
That's why he was standing opposite him again, leaning against the cold wall and listening to his music.
The man was lost in his song (Ohno had the feeling that today he was paying special attention to make sure every chord sounded just right) when the sound of a church bell echoed through the tunnel. Ohno looked around in confusion, trying to figure out where the sounds were coming from. Only when they came again and again did he finally realize that they had to come from the little church nearby. The church was on his way home, too, but he had never paid much attention to it.
The man had stopped playing and was waiting patiently for the bells to stop tolling. But even though there were still sounds around them, it was much too quiet for Ohno's liking.
"Why now?" he said quicker than he could think about it, suddenly realizing that it was the first time he had spoken in the other man's presence. The first time he had spoken to him, because there was no one else in the tunnel at that moment; and he was looking the man squarely in the eyes.
"So you aren't mute after all," the musician grinned.
Ohno blinked. “What?”
"Well, you can speak. I didn't know that. I felt sorry for you."
Ohno needed a moment to understand what the man was saying and another to realize that they were having a conversation. He was having a conversation with the man he had wanted to talk to so often in the past.
"Oh." He couldn't think of anything else to say to that, he was still too surprised.
When the man opened his mouth to say more, the church bells stopped tolling and he only smiled, shut his mouth and elegantly strummed his guitar. Music surrounded them again; a happy, upbeat song. Hadn't he been playing a melancholy song just before the bells had interrupted him?
But now that the silence between them had once again been replaced with the man's music, Ohno didn't feel the need to say anything else. For a few minutes he remained there, leaning against the wall, before he continued on his way home. The whole time a grin painted his lips.
When he arrived at home he could only smile and shake his head.
.
The next time Ohno walked into the tunnel, the man suddenly stopped playing. Confused, Ohno looked up at him, but he only got a wide smile in return. Then the man started playing a completely different song than the one Ohno had heard while he was drawing close.
And he needed a moment to realize that it was the upbeat song he had started to play the last time they met, too.
Ohno spent a long time there that night, listening to the same song over and over again, because the man just wouldn't stop playing it. At some point he went home, but the melody continued playing in his head for a long time.
The next day the same thing happened. And the next as well.
"Why do you keep playing the same song whenever I'm here?" Ohno asked, his voice tense after he had heard nothing else for a whole week. The question had burned on the tip of his tongue every day and this time it had been too much.
"I play whatever I feel like," the man answered, shrugged his shoulders and struck up the by now very familiar song, "and I feel like this when I see you."
Ohno could only stare at him, while the musician grinned and kept on playing.
.
It didn't happen often that Ohno let himself be led by his emotions and didn't think before he acted. Usually he tried to do everything he did right. And in order to do that, he thought that you should think before acting. It didn't happen often that he didn't do just that.
But when he stopped at a Kobini on his way home to buy two bottles of sake, he didn't think about it - he just acted.
"Here."
Ohno held one of the bottles out to the musician. The musician had stopped playing and blinked owlishly, looking at him questioningly, but then he took the bottle after all.
"What did I do to deserve this?" he joked.
Ohno shrugged his shoulders and smiled at him. "Mh."
"You're not really chatty, are you?"
Something in the man's voice let him know that he didn't think this was a bad thing, making Ohno smile again. He couldn't describe what it was that was jumping around his stomach at that moment, but he liked the feeling a lot.
"I'd rather listen. You could sing for me," Ohno suggested.
"This is beginning to sound more and more like blackmail, if you take into account that you gave me a bottle of sake first." Apparently it was in the man's nature to always need to have the last word; something Ohno liked a lot. Something that made him want to get to know him even more.
“Look at it however you like. Still, you could sing for me."
Ohno had only barely finished the sentence before the man reached for his guitar and started playing a song. Not long after he even began to sing.
Smiling happily, Ohno settled down on the floor, leaned back against the cool wall and listened. The musician's voice sounded wonderfully soft, Ohno could have basked in it for hours. When the song neared its end, Ohno leaned forward, grabbed his bag and retrieved two sake cups. The man stopped playing just as Ohno was done pouring sake into them.
"There you go, a reward," Ohno offered, holding a full cup out to him.
"Well then, thank you."
It didn't take them long to finish the first bottle. Neither of them was bothered by the people coming through the tunnel, frowning at them. And the musician didn't seem to care that his jar remained empty that night.
"I think, after all this, I have the right to know who you are," the man suddenly exclaimed, grinning at Ohno and watching him with wide eyes full of interest. Ohno could only laugh.
"And you didn't have that right before?" Ohno asked, bemused.
"Now that you mention it... yes, I did! So spill. Who is the mysterious beauty that crosses my path every day?" he asked cheekily. Ohno felt the heat creep up into his cheeks without being able to do anything about it.
"Erm...," was all he managed to say at first, making the musician laugh merrily, "Ohno Satoshi. Pleased to meet you." Smiling shyly, he held his hand out to the man, who took it at once and shook it vigorously.
"Ohchan then. The pleasure's all mine. I’m Nino."
A short while later they had emptied the second bottle and Ohno's world began to spin slowly. But not enough to be unpleasant.
"Let's walk around a little. There won't be many people coming through here today anyway," Nino said suddenly, getting to his feet at once. Ohno looked at him for a moment and only got to his feet when the words had penetrated through the hazy fog in his mind.
“Ah, sure."
Together they stumbled along the street, bursting out laughing, because it was incredibly hard for them to walk in a straight line and at that moment, they thought it was hilarious. It had been a long time since Ohno had felt as comfortable with someone as he did with Nino, joking and laughing with him and generally being happy and content.
"Sing another song, go on!" he shouted happily, leaning against Nino's shoulder and making it even harder to walk.
“Eh? Why?”
"Your voice is great. You don't know how happy I am every time I hear you sing." Giggling uncontrollably, Ohno leaned further against Nino, making them stumble even more.
"You're silly," was all Nino said. Then he was silent for a moment before he started singing another one of his songs. The first verses were quiet and slow, but he raised his voice for the chorus. Ohno stopped automatically, unable to tear his gaze away from Nino.
The alcohol was responsible for everything he thought and felt in that moment, he decided.
The strong butterflies that didn't only reside in his stomach, but filled his whole body, fluttering even in his fingertips. His heart that was doing somersaults in his chest. The alcohol had to be responsible for all that, because Ohno had never felt that way around a stranger before.
But regardless whether it was the alcohol or something else, Ohno couldn't fight against the desire to be close to Nino for a long time that night.
As if he could read his thoughts, Nino suddenly stopped singing and looked at Ohno questioningly.
"Don't stop, sing!" Ohno demanded at once, wanting to hear his voice again. His breathtaking voice that sounded better than ever that night. He wanted to listen to Nino, who was really enchanting him today.
And Nino continued to sing while they continued walking. He sang and sang and Ohno thought he was experiencing the best night of his life.
After a while Nino stopped, grinned at Ohno and pointed at a big building a short way down the street. Ohno narrowed his eyes in order to see what Nino was pointing at in the darkness and yelped in surprise when he recognized the church.
"Let's go in, ok? At this time no one's in there, everything's dark and... come on, I want to go in."
Ohno hesitated, but he couldn't argue, because Nino was already walking towards the big doors.
When Ohno helped him slide open the heavy door, he felt a little queasy. The big room lay before them, shrouded in darkness and completely empty, making a cold shiver run down Ohno's spine. But then he felt Nino's hand on his shoulder, felt his skin heat up where they touched and his queasiness was forgotten.
"Amazing... so big...," Nino's voice echoed through the church. He sounded fascinated, just like Ohno felt.
"Yes... and not a soul anywhere in sight."
Their steps were silent and careful, despite the alcohol that was cursing through their veins. Halfway down the center aisle, Ohno's hand suddenly grew warm and he needed a few seconds to realize that Nino was holding it in his. His heart beat faster in his chest and Ohno was sure it was audible in the silence around them. But he didn't care. At the moment everything was perfect just the way it was.
He squeezed Nino's hand gently, and not even the answering fluttering in his stomach bothered him. Ohno giggled.
"Shush," Nino admonished him at once.
"Sorry."
Together they advanced, moving past the empty pews to the altar. Very slowly, one step at a time.
Ohno didn't know why he suddenly started humming.
"Dum dum da-dum..."
With every step they took, he repeated the melody.
"Dum dum da-dum!"
The grin on his lips widened and his cheeks turned an even darker shade of red - but there were too many endorphins flowing through his body for that, or anything else, to bother him.
Especially when Nino suddenly joined in. Nino with his beautiful, soft voice.
It was a dumb thought, even through the haze of the alcohol Ohno knew it, but when they drew ever closer to the altar, still humming the wedding march, he felt lighter than ever before. As if this was right, this situation. As if it had been supposed to be that way all his life.
Without noticing, he squeezed Nino's hand tighter when they came to a halt in front of the colorfully decorated altar. Slowly they turned towards each other, smiled into each other's eyes. Despite knowing that the church was deserted - for Ohno it was filled with people. In every pew there were happy faces, their eyes fixed on the couple at the altar. In the first pew sat his family. Tears ran down his mother's cheeks. On the other side was Nino's family, friendly-looking parents, filled with pride for their son.
In front of them was a minister, old-fashioned but elegantly dressed, sounding bored while holding his speech.
And Ohno only had eyes for Nino. Nino, who looked radiant in a black tux. Nino, whose hair was artfully tussled and falling into his eyes.
Nino, who was looking at him with a breathtaking smile and happiness shining in his eyes.
Far away he heard the minister speak: "You may now kiss the groom."
Not a second later his lips met Nino's. But not for long, because as soon as their lips touched, Ohno was brought back to reality. Suddenly there was no one else in the church anymore, only the two of them. No minister was standing in front of them, no flowers adorned the altar.
But in the middle of his fanciful imaginings, the kiss had been real.
“But... Ohchan," Nino admonished and Ohno's heart stopped.
“I… Sorry, I don't know what came over-"
"Next time do it properly!" Nino cut him off. Before Ohno could say something else, he felt Nino's strong hands on his shoulders, then he felt his lips against his own, moist and soft.
The alcohol did the rest, befuddling his head, eliminating each and every thought until he could only feel. And there was so much to feel. His lips tingled every time they met Nino's, his skin burned everywhere Nino was touching it. It was like a dream come true, all of this, as if his fantasy world had come to life and was enveloping him completely, never wanting to let him go. He never wanted to let it go.
When Nino pulled back after what felt like an eternity, leaving only his arms loosely wrapped around Ohno's waist, his world spun again, but this time it was spinning only around him.
The End.
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance, AU
Words: 3,174
Translator: Ilka
Summary: A guitarist in a tunnel, a special song, two bottles of sake and a church Ohno Satoshi had never really noticed before.
A/N: My entry for the Ohmiya Wedding Fanfic Contest 2010 :)
People always said he was quiet. That he was calm, withdrawn and shy. But that wasn't true. Ohno Satoshi wasn't withdrawn or shy in any sense of the word. Sometimes he just didn't feel the need to talk.
In moments like these, when he was face to face with the man he met on his way home every day, he didn't want to talk. When he was listening to him play his guitar and occasionally sing along, he wanted to be quiet.
He didn't need words then.
He didn't know who the young man was that sitting in the tunnel every afternoon with his guitar and a small jar. But he had seen him there every day for the last few months and felt like he knew him already. Knew the smile he was gifted with every day he walked through the tunnel. On many days Ohno stopped, leaned against the opposite wall and listened. When the man noticed him, he looked up at him again and again, only looking down at his guitar when a chord was especially difficult. And when he didn't notice him, Ohno did everything to subtly draw attention to himself.
Later, when Ohno continued on his way home, he always made sure that a few new 100 yen coins found themselves in the musician's jar.
The man was good-looking. He didn't exactly meet the classical ideal of beauty, but Ohno had never really cared about that. He knew what he liked. And he liked this man. The thin lips that were opened slightly every time he lost himself in his music, the button nose he scrunched up every now and then when a note didn't sound the way it was supposed to, the black hair that kept falling into his eyes - Ohno liked all of it.
But he liked his voice best.
Sadly he didn't sing very often when Ohno walked through the tunnel, but now and then Ohno was in luck. And then he always stopped and listened longer than usual. No matter what impression that gave or how the passers-by looked at him.
This had been going on for a while now, and still Ohno had never spoken to the man. It didn't bother him (he never felt the need for many words), but sometimes it surprised him. At the same time, he didn’t know what to say.
'I like your music' maybe, because it seemed natural to start that way. Or even 'You look good when you play', although that might be too direct.
Ohno Satoshi wasn't shy, but sometimes he wasn't sure what to say.
.
This time he wasn't the only passer-by standing in the tunnel, looking at and listening to the man with the guitar. But the people around him were standing there for a different reason; looking at their watches again and again, they were only waiting for the rain to stop falling so they could be on their way again.
Ohno on the other hand was enjoying the moment and had squatted down across from the man to look at him. Calm as a cucumber. This made him different from the people around him once again, but he didn't care.
'He's happy about the rain. He has a bigger audience this way. Or doesn't he care at all?' Ohno asked himself, his gaze still fixed on the musician, while a small smile graced his lips. The man was gazing at him in return, looking him in the eyes and playing a calm, melodious song that fit the weather perfectly but at the same time not at all.
When the rain finally stopped falling, the people around them disappeared and for a short moment they were alone in the tunnel. The sound of the guitar echoed through the tunnel and Ohno had the feeling it didn't leave the small space. As if there was an invisible wall at both ends of the tunnel, which stopping the music from escaping. Because it was meant only for the two of them.
Ohno thought such things often and wasn't bothered by it. Even though he knew they were only fanciful imaginings, not reality.
.
Sometimes Ohno asked himself what the musician thought of him. He knew that he noticed him. Their eyes had met plenty of times and they had exchanged smiles quite often, after all.
But did he sometimes think about him? Did he ask himself whether Ohno would come again that day? Or did he just smile at him every time because he knew he would benefit from it? That he would be a couple hundred yen richer at the end of Ohno's stay?
Questions, that wouldn't allow Ohno to rest on some days and didn't bother him at all on others.
But today was one of those days, when the thoughts wouldn't leave him alone, racing through his head and not allowing him to relax. On a day like this he had to stay with the musician longer, or else he would be restless for the rest of the night.
That's why he was standing opposite him again, leaning against the cold wall and listening to his music.
The man was lost in his song (Ohno had the feeling that today he was paying special attention to make sure every chord sounded just right) when the sound of a church bell echoed through the tunnel. Ohno looked around in confusion, trying to figure out where the sounds were coming from. Only when they came again and again did he finally realize that they had to come from the little church nearby. The church was on his way home, too, but he had never paid much attention to it.
The man had stopped playing and was waiting patiently for the bells to stop tolling. But even though there were still sounds around them, it was much too quiet for Ohno's liking.
"Why now?" he said quicker than he could think about it, suddenly realizing that it was the first time he had spoken in the other man's presence. The first time he had spoken to him, because there was no one else in the tunnel at that moment; and he was looking the man squarely in the eyes.
"So you aren't mute after all," the musician grinned.
Ohno blinked. “What?”
"Well, you can speak. I didn't know that. I felt sorry for you."
Ohno needed a moment to understand what the man was saying and another to realize that they were having a conversation. He was having a conversation with the man he had wanted to talk to so often in the past.
"Oh." He couldn't think of anything else to say to that, he was still too surprised.
When the man opened his mouth to say more, the church bells stopped tolling and he only smiled, shut his mouth and elegantly strummed his guitar. Music surrounded them again; a happy, upbeat song. Hadn't he been playing a melancholy song just before the bells had interrupted him?
But now that the silence between them had once again been replaced with the man's music, Ohno didn't feel the need to say anything else. For a few minutes he remained there, leaning against the wall, before he continued on his way home. The whole time a grin painted his lips.
When he arrived at home he could only smile and shake his head.
.
The next time Ohno walked into the tunnel, the man suddenly stopped playing. Confused, Ohno looked up at him, but he only got a wide smile in return. Then the man started playing a completely different song than the one Ohno had heard while he was drawing close.
And he needed a moment to realize that it was the upbeat song he had started to play the last time they met, too.
Ohno spent a long time there that night, listening to the same song over and over again, because the man just wouldn't stop playing it. At some point he went home, but the melody continued playing in his head for a long time.
The next day the same thing happened. And the next as well.
"Why do you keep playing the same song whenever I'm here?" Ohno asked, his voice tense after he had heard nothing else for a whole week. The question had burned on the tip of his tongue every day and this time it had been too much.
"I play whatever I feel like," the man answered, shrugged his shoulders and struck up the by now very familiar song, "and I feel like this when I see you."
Ohno could only stare at him, while the musician grinned and kept on playing.
.
It didn't happen often that Ohno let himself be led by his emotions and didn't think before he acted. Usually he tried to do everything he did right. And in order to do that, he thought that you should think before acting. It didn't happen often that he didn't do just that.
But when he stopped at a Kobini on his way home to buy two bottles of sake, he didn't think about it - he just acted.
"Here."
Ohno held one of the bottles out to the musician. The musician had stopped playing and blinked owlishly, looking at him questioningly, but then he took the bottle after all.
"What did I do to deserve this?" he joked.
Ohno shrugged his shoulders and smiled at him. "Mh."
"You're not really chatty, are you?"
Something in the man's voice let him know that he didn't think this was a bad thing, making Ohno smile again. He couldn't describe what it was that was jumping around his stomach at that moment, but he liked the feeling a lot.
"I'd rather listen. You could sing for me," Ohno suggested.
"This is beginning to sound more and more like blackmail, if you take into account that you gave me a bottle of sake first." Apparently it was in the man's nature to always need to have the last word; something Ohno liked a lot. Something that made him want to get to know him even more.
“Look at it however you like. Still, you could sing for me."
Ohno had only barely finished the sentence before the man reached for his guitar and started playing a song. Not long after he even began to sing.
Smiling happily, Ohno settled down on the floor, leaned back against the cool wall and listened. The musician's voice sounded wonderfully soft, Ohno could have basked in it for hours. When the song neared its end, Ohno leaned forward, grabbed his bag and retrieved two sake cups. The man stopped playing just as Ohno was done pouring sake into them.
"There you go, a reward," Ohno offered, holding a full cup out to him.
"Well then, thank you."
It didn't take them long to finish the first bottle. Neither of them was bothered by the people coming through the tunnel, frowning at them. And the musician didn't seem to care that his jar remained empty that night.
"I think, after all this, I have the right to know who you are," the man suddenly exclaimed, grinning at Ohno and watching him with wide eyes full of interest. Ohno could only laugh.
"And you didn't have that right before?" Ohno asked, bemused.
"Now that you mention it... yes, I did! So spill. Who is the mysterious beauty that crosses my path every day?" he asked cheekily. Ohno felt the heat creep up into his cheeks without being able to do anything about it.
"Erm...," was all he managed to say at first, making the musician laugh merrily, "Ohno Satoshi. Pleased to meet you." Smiling shyly, he held his hand out to the man, who took it at once and shook it vigorously.
"Ohchan then. The pleasure's all mine. I’m Nino."
A short while later they had emptied the second bottle and Ohno's world began to spin slowly. But not enough to be unpleasant.
"Let's walk around a little. There won't be many people coming through here today anyway," Nino said suddenly, getting to his feet at once. Ohno looked at him for a moment and only got to his feet when the words had penetrated through the hazy fog in his mind.
“Ah, sure."
Together they stumbled along the street, bursting out laughing, because it was incredibly hard for them to walk in a straight line and at that moment, they thought it was hilarious. It had been a long time since Ohno had felt as comfortable with someone as he did with Nino, joking and laughing with him and generally being happy and content.
"Sing another song, go on!" he shouted happily, leaning against Nino's shoulder and making it even harder to walk.
“Eh? Why?”
"Your voice is great. You don't know how happy I am every time I hear you sing." Giggling uncontrollably, Ohno leaned further against Nino, making them stumble even more.
"You're silly," was all Nino said. Then he was silent for a moment before he started singing another one of his songs. The first verses were quiet and slow, but he raised his voice for the chorus. Ohno stopped automatically, unable to tear his gaze away from Nino.
The alcohol was responsible for everything he thought and felt in that moment, he decided.
The strong butterflies that didn't only reside in his stomach, but filled his whole body, fluttering even in his fingertips. His heart that was doing somersaults in his chest. The alcohol had to be responsible for all that, because Ohno had never felt that way around a stranger before.
But regardless whether it was the alcohol or something else, Ohno couldn't fight against the desire to be close to Nino for a long time that night.
As if he could read his thoughts, Nino suddenly stopped singing and looked at Ohno questioningly.
"Don't stop, sing!" Ohno demanded at once, wanting to hear his voice again. His breathtaking voice that sounded better than ever that night. He wanted to listen to Nino, who was really enchanting him today.
And Nino continued to sing while they continued walking. He sang and sang and Ohno thought he was experiencing the best night of his life.
After a while Nino stopped, grinned at Ohno and pointed at a big building a short way down the street. Ohno narrowed his eyes in order to see what Nino was pointing at in the darkness and yelped in surprise when he recognized the church.
"Let's go in, ok? At this time no one's in there, everything's dark and... come on, I want to go in."
Ohno hesitated, but he couldn't argue, because Nino was already walking towards the big doors.
When Ohno helped him slide open the heavy door, he felt a little queasy. The big room lay before them, shrouded in darkness and completely empty, making a cold shiver run down Ohno's spine. But then he felt Nino's hand on his shoulder, felt his skin heat up where they touched and his queasiness was forgotten.
"Amazing... so big...," Nino's voice echoed through the church. He sounded fascinated, just like Ohno felt.
"Yes... and not a soul anywhere in sight."
Their steps were silent and careful, despite the alcohol that was cursing through their veins. Halfway down the center aisle, Ohno's hand suddenly grew warm and he needed a few seconds to realize that Nino was holding it in his. His heart beat faster in his chest and Ohno was sure it was audible in the silence around them. But he didn't care. At the moment everything was perfect just the way it was.
He squeezed Nino's hand gently, and not even the answering fluttering in his stomach bothered him. Ohno giggled.
"Shush," Nino admonished him at once.
"Sorry."
Together they advanced, moving past the empty pews to the altar. Very slowly, one step at a time.
Ohno didn't know why he suddenly started humming.
"Dum dum da-dum..."
With every step they took, he repeated the melody.
"Dum dum da-dum!"
The grin on his lips widened and his cheeks turned an even darker shade of red - but there were too many endorphins flowing through his body for that, or anything else, to bother him.
Especially when Nino suddenly joined in. Nino with his beautiful, soft voice.
It was a dumb thought, even through the haze of the alcohol Ohno knew it, but when they drew ever closer to the altar, still humming the wedding march, he felt lighter than ever before. As if this was right, this situation. As if it had been supposed to be that way all his life.
Without noticing, he squeezed Nino's hand tighter when they came to a halt in front of the colorfully decorated altar. Slowly they turned towards each other, smiled into each other's eyes. Despite knowing that the church was deserted - for Ohno it was filled with people. In every pew there were happy faces, their eyes fixed on the couple at the altar. In the first pew sat his family. Tears ran down his mother's cheeks. On the other side was Nino's family, friendly-looking parents, filled with pride for their son.
In front of them was a minister, old-fashioned but elegantly dressed, sounding bored while holding his speech.
And Ohno only had eyes for Nino. Nino, who looked radiant in a black tux. Nino, whose hair was artfully tussled and falling into his eyes.
Nino, who was looking at him with a breathtaking smile and happiness shining in his eyes.
Far away he heard the minister speak: "You may now kiss the groom."
Not a second later his lips met Nino's. But not for long, because as soon as their lips touched, Ohno was brought back to reality. Suddenly there was no one else in the church anymore, only the two of them. No minister was standing in front of them, no flowers adorned the altar.
But in the middle of his fanciful imaginings, the kiss had been real.
“But... Ohchan," Nino admonished and Ohno's heart stopped.
“I… Sorry, I don't know what came over-"
"Next time do it properly!" Nino cut him off. Before Ohno could say something else, he felt Nino's strong hands on his shoulders, then he felt his lips against his own, moist and soft.
The alcohol did the rest, befuddling his head, eliminating each and every thought until he could only feel. And there was so much to feel. His lips tingled every time they met Nino's, his skin burned everywhere Nino was touching it. It was like a dream come true, all of this, as if his fantasy world had come to life and was enveloping him completely, never wanting to let him go. He never wanted to let it go.
When Nino pulled back after what felt like an eternity, leaving only his arms loosely wrapped around Ohno's waist, his world spun again, but this time it was spinning only around him.
The End.