[Series]: I Have Seen and Felt Love (Part 17)
Title:The Past is the Past
Pairings:OhnoxNino, ShoxAiba, NinoxAiba, OhnoxSho, JunxToma
Genre/Rating:AU, Fluff, Romance/PG-13
Disclaimer:I own nothing but this plot
Word Count:1659
Summary:It was then, I decided, that tonight we will have a dinner at home and I’ll tell him everything.
Fanfic Masterpost
NINO
Opening night is tomorrow and I’m nervous as hell. Throughout the rehearsal, I kept making mistakes, which shouldn’t happen because I’m the lead and tomorrow is opening night. Ohno and Matsumoto pulled me aside when we were taking a break and the both of them told me to calm down. But how could I? Not after I heard that almost all those prominent ballet dancers and a few celebrities are coming for this one special night only, that we were going to be filmed, and that our performance is scheduled to be moved to a bigger auditorium.
After our final rehearsal ended, Satoshi brought me home with him. We didn’t talk much. Just cuddled on his couch, watched whatever was on TV. I could tell that Satoshi was trying to make me feel better, though, and I appreciate that but I’m still a nervous wreck. I wasn’t even focused on the TV show that Satoshi had put on since my mind was elsewhere. I imagined things like me tripping, destroying something on stage, or worse: making the biggest, and worst mistake for all of it to be ruined. I would put Matsumoto, the staff and the other performers to shame and all our hard work and effort would be put to waste.
“Kazu? What’s wrong?”
He felt his boyfriend shake him, snapping him out of his miserable thoughts.
“You were breathing weird. Are you thinking about the performance?”
I nodded my head.
Satoshi had turned off the TV then and pulled himself free from me so we could face each other.
“Kazu, I believe in you. You’re going to be terrific tomorrow night. I promise.”
“How are you so sure?”
“Because, you’re an amazing dancer. I know it. Every knows it. I hear the other performers in the back talking about how amazing you are, that you might be the next premier danseur.”
“I-I’m not amazing.”
Satoshi grabbed my hands and squeezed them. “Yes, you are. Everything about you is amazing.” He let go of my hands and cupped my cheeks with his hands. “I don’t doubt you one single bit.”
I smiled and felt my stomach flip a perfect three-sixty degrees. No one has ever made me feel better about myself. Even in my past relationships, none of them had ever been as sincere as Ohno, or caring, or accepting. It was then, I decided, that tonight we will have a dinner at home and I’ll tell him everything.
OHNO
Ninomiya surprised me with dinner tonight, saying that he’ll cook. He didn’t tell me what the occasion was, but I was fine with it nonetheless. Plus, I get to taste Ninomiya’s cooking for the first time.
We went out first, to shop for grocery. He bought a few raw filet fishes, two chicken filets, spices, some greens, a variety of fruits and a tub of vanilla ice cream. I kept asking him what recipes he had in mind, but he won’t tell me and insists that it’s a secret. Well, it’s better to be surprised and knowing. As soon as we were finished with shopping, we headed back to my place and Ninomiya went to work right away. He refused my help and still insisted that it’s a secret. He even kicked me out of my own place for a while!
When I came back after a walk around the park, I felt my stomach grumble and my mouth watered as soon as I inhaled the aroma of freshly cooked food. I saw Ninomiya right away, putting the apron away.
“The food smells amazing, Kazu,” I grinned as I snuck behind him and hugged him from behind.
“I did my best. Now, let’s eat while it’s still fresh.”
I pulled myself away from him and eagerly took a seat on the dining chair. The food was covered, though, so I couldn’t tell what it was. But when the covers were pulled off, I found myself gasping. I saw a bowl of what looks like raw fish salad that reminded me of the Hawaii vacation my parents and I went to a few years ago. Then beside it was a saucy grilled chicken, topped with sliced green onions. We dug in right away after we said our thanks for the food. At the first bite, I fell in love.
“Where did you learn how to cook like this?” I asked him as I continued to stuff food into my mouth.
“My parents went to Hawaii a long time ago. They learned how to cook a few dishes like the poke-poke*. They taught me how to make the chicken dish in high school.”
“They taste amazing. See? I told you you’re amazing.”
Ninomiya grinned. “Thank you.”
We continued to eat for a while, talking about little things from time to time. But when we reached the dessert part of the dinner, which was served with the vanilla ice cream and chopped fruits, Ninomiya gave me a serious look.
“Is there something wrong?” I asked as I licked off the ice cream from my spoon.
He shook his head, but he kept the serious look on his face. “I want to talk.”
I stopped shoving the spoon in my mouth and left it in midair. I gulped and looked at him. “Talk?”
“Remember, when I said I’ll tell you a story?”
I looked up and tried to recall when he said that. Then I remembered last week, when Ninomiya had said he didn’t want to end up like Matsumoto and Ikuta. “I remember.”
Ninomiya let out a long sigh. “Okay, here goes nothing…”
NINO
Ohno had practically forgotten about his dessert as I told him about my story. I told him about my past, most importantly my past relationships and why they never worked out.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had trust issues because I’ve been betrayed countless of times when I was younger. Even my parents, who had both confided with me in their adulterous affairs made me feel like I couldn’t trust anymore. It was when they got a divorce that things started to change. I wasn’t myself at that time. Hell, I didn’t even know who I was back then.
I did anything to forget about all the bad things that happened to me, which included drugs and drinking. During that time, I was thankful for Aiba saving me countless of times and for bringing me to rehab when I needed it. When I thought that I was starting to become better, however, I found out that I was gay and I wanted to be in a relationship. Things went smoothly at first with my first boyfriend, but then I found out that he was cheating on me with my roommate from community college. Then with my next relationship, and the next, and the next… I lost control of myself.
Before dance school, I was lost. My bad drug and drinking habits resurfaced and I had almost gotten killed if it weren’t the day I had discovered something I want to do for the rest of my life: dancing. I was on the way to some stranger’s house that day and was about ready to lose myself when I bumped into a little girl dressed in a ballet costume. She was on her tip toes, twirling, jumping, smiling and laughing. It was because of her that I remembered a passion when I was a kid, back when my parents insisted I do something more “manly.” I stood there for a while, in the middle of the street, watching the little girl. She was so free and I missed that feeling. I snapped back to my thoughts when I saw a car heading straight towards me. I would have died if I hadn’t reacted so quickly.
That same day, I came home after being lost for a year. Aiba, my mom and dad were devastated but they were all happy that I was alive (I was barely alive when I went home, though, and was hospitalized right away). It took a year for me to get back up on my feet again and during that time, my parents remarried. I could tell that they were in love with each other once again and told me countless of times that they were reminded of why they fell in love in the first place. It was before dance school that they finally opened a restaurant in our hometown, where they had fallen in love. With the money they earned, they were able to send me to the most affordable dance school. Since then, I’ve been clean and I haven’t been in a relationship.
Until Ohno came along.
When I finished with my story, I dared to look up and saw Ohno staring at me. It took me a second to realize that he wasn’t looking at me in disgust or contempt. Instead, he gave me a loving look and I couldn’t hold back the tears that threatened to come out. He rushed to my side right away and held me so dearly in his arms.
“Kazu… there’s a reason why the past is the past. I accept who you were and that doesn’t change anything for me. I’m not like those other assholes who took you for granted because I truly love you with all I have. If I had room for one more heart, I would dedicate that to you too.”
Hearing Ohno’s sweet words made me cry harder. How could I deserve such an amazing, loving man like Ohno Satoshi? After I had ran out of tears, Ohno carried me to his room. We didn’t have sex or anything like that. Instead, we wanted to appreciate the fact that we love each other not just through intimacy. He held me in his arms and whispered I love you to me many times until I fell asleep.
*a dish from Hawaii that consist of raw fish mixed with sauce and seaweed. It's really good.
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A/N: Did Nino's story shock you?
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Part 16 | Part 18
Pairings:OhnoxNino, ShoxAiba, NinoxAiba, OhnoxSho, JunxToma
Genre/Rating:AU, Fluff, Romance/PG-13
Disclaimer:I own nothing but this plot
Word Count:1659
Summary:It was then, I decided, that tonight we will have a dinner at home and I’ll tell him everything.
Fanfic Masterpost
NINO
Opening night is tomorrow and I’m nervous as hell. Throughout the rehearsal, I kept making mistakes, which shouldn’t happen because I’m the lead and tomorrow is opening night. Ohno and Matsumoto pulled me aside when we were taking a break and the both of them told me to calm down. But how could I? Not after I heard that almost all those prominent ballet dancers and a few celebrities are coming for this one special night only, that we were going to be filmed, and that our performance is scheduled to be moved to a bigger auditorium.
After our final rehearsal ended, Satoshi brought me home with him. We didn’t talk much. Just cuddled on his couch, watched whatever was on TV. I could tell that Satoshi was trying to make me feel better, though, and I appreciate that but I’m still a nervous wreck. I wasn’t even focused on the TV show that Satoshi had put on since my mind was elsewhere. I imagined things like me tripping, destroying something on stage, or worse: making the biggest, and worst mistake for all of it to be ruined. I would put Matsumoto, the staff and the other performers to shame and all our hard work and effort would be put to waste.
“Kazu? What’s wrong?”
He felt his boyfriend shake him, snapping him out of his miserable thoughts.
“You were breathing weird. Are you thinking about the performance?”
I nodded my head.
Satoshi had turned off the TV then and pulled himself free from me so we could face each other.
“Kazu, I believe in you. You’re going to be terrific tomorrow night. I promise.”
“How are you so sure?”
“Because, you’re an amazing dancer. I know it. Every knows it. I hear the other performers in the back talking about how amazing you are, that you might be the next premier danseur.”
“I-I’m not amazing.”
Satoshi grabbed my hands and squeezed them. “Yes, you are. Everything about you is amazing.” He let go of my hands and cupped my cheeks with his hands. “I don’t doubt you one single bit.”
I smiled and felt my stomach flip a perfect three-sixty degrees. No one has ever made me feel better about myself. Even in my past relationships, none of them had ever been as sincere as Ohno, or caring, or accepting. It was then, I decided, that tonight we will have a dinner at home and I’ll tell him everything.
OHNO
Ninomiya surprised me with dinner tonight, saying that he’ll cook. He didn’t tell me what the occasion was, but I was fine with it nonetheless. Plus, I get to taste Ninomiya’s cooking for the first time.
We went out first, to shop for grocery. He bought a few raw filet fishes, two chicken filets, spices, some greens, a variety of fruits and a tub of vanilla ice cream. I kept asking him what recipes he had in mind, but he won’t tell me and insists that it’s a secret. Well, it’s better to be surprised and knowing. As soon as we were finished with shopping, we headed back to my place and Ninomiya went to work right away. He refused my help and still insisted that it’s a secret. He even kicked me out of my own place for a while!
When I came back after a walk around the park, I felt my stomach grumble and my mouth watered as soon as I inhaled the aroma of freshly cooked food. I saw Ninomiya right away, putting the apron away.
“The food smells amazing, Kazu,” I grinned as I snuck behind him and hugged him from behind.
“I did my best. Now, let’s eat while it’s still fresh.”
I pulled myself away from him and eagerly took a seat on the dining chair. The food was covered, though, so I couldn’t tell what it was. But when the covers were pulled off, I found myself gasping. I saw a bowl of what looks like raw fish salad that reminded me of the Hawaii vacation my parents and I went to a few years ago. Then beside it was a saucy grilled chicken, topped with sliced green onions. We dug in right away after we said our thanks for the food. At the first bite, I fell in love.
“Where did you learn how to cook like this?” I asked him as I continued to stuff food into my mouth.
“My parents went to Hawaii a long time ago. They learned how to cook a few dishes like the poke-poke*. They taught me how to make the chicken dish in high school.”
“They taste amazing. See? I told you you’re amazing.”
Ninomiya grinned. “Thank you.”
We continued to eat for a while, talking about little things from time to time. But when we reached the dessert part of the dinner, which was served with the vanilla ice cream and chopped fruits, Ninomiya gave me a serious look.
“Is there something wrong?” I asked as I licked off the ice cream from my spoon.
He shook his head, but he kept the serious look on his face. “I want to talk.”
I stopped shoving the spoon in my mouth and left it in midair. I gulped and looked at him. “Talk?”
“Remember, when I said I’ll tell you a story?”
I looked up and tried to recall when he said that. Then I remembered last week, when Ninomiya had said he didn’t want to end up like Matsumoto and Ikuta. “I remember.”
Ninomiya let out a long sigh. “Okay, here goes nothing…”
NINO
Ohno had practically forgotten about his dessert as I told him about my story. I told him about my past, most importantly my past relationships and why they never worked out.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve always had trust issues because I’ve been betrayed countless of times when I was younger. Even my parents, who had both confided with me in their adulterous affairs made me feel like I couldn’t trust anymore. It was when they got a divorce that things started to change. I wasn’t myself at that time. Hell, I didn’t even know who I was back then.
I did anything to forget about all the bad things that happened to me, which included drugs and drinking. During that time, I was thankful for Aiba saving me countless of times and for bringing me to rehab when I needed it. When I thought that I was starting to become better, however, I found out that I was gay and I wanted to be in a relationship. Things went smoothly at first with my first boyfriend, but then I found out that he was cheating on me with my roommate from community college. Then with my next relationship, and the next, and the next… I lost control of myself.
Before dance school, I was lost. My bad drug and drinking habits resurfaced and I had almost gotten killed if it weren’t the day I had discovered something I want to do for the rest of my life: dancing. I was on the way to some stranger’s house that day and was about ready to lose myself when I bumped into a little girl dressed in a ballet costume. She was on her tip toes, twirling, jumping, smiling and laughing. It was because of her that I remembered a passion when I was a kid, back when my parents insisted I do something more “manly.” I stood there for a while, in the middle of the street, watching the little girl. She was so free and I missed that feeling. I snapped back to my thoughts when I saw a car heading straight towards me. I would have died if I hadn’t reacted so quickly.
That same day, I came home after being lost for a year. Aiba, my mom and dad were devastated but they were all happy that I was alive (I was barely alive when I went home, though, and was hospitalized right away). It took a year for me to get back up on my feet again and during that time, my parents remarried. I could tell that they were in love with each other once again and told me countless of times that they were reminded of why they fell in love in the first place. It was before dance school that they finally opened a restaurant in our hometown, where they had fallen in love. With the money they earned, they were able to send me to the most affordable dance school. Since then, I’ve been clean and I haven’t been in a relationship.
Until Ohno came along.
When I finished with my story, I dared to look up and saw Ohno staring at me. It took me a second to realize that he wasn’t looking at me in disgust or contempt. Instead, he gave me a loving look and I couldn’t hold back the tears that threatened to come out. He rushed to my side right away and held me so dearly in his arms.
“Kazu… there’s a reason why the past is the past. I accept who you were and that doesn’t change anything for me. I’m not like those other assholes who took you for granted because I truly love you with all I have. If I had room for one more heart, I would dedicate that to you too.”
Hearing Ohno’s sweet words made me cry harder. How could I deserve such an amazing, loving man like Ohno Satoshi? After I had ran out of tears, Ohno carried me to his room. We didn’t have sex or anything like that. Instead, we wanted to appreciate the fact that we love each other not just through intimacy. He held me in his arms and whispered I love you to me many times until I fell asleep.
*a dish from Hawaii that consist of raw fish mixed with sauce and seaweed. It's really good.
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A/N: Did Nino's story shock you?
Comments are <3!
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