Arashi - Ten First Meetings - Ohno/Nino

Sep 09, 2011 20:26

Title: Ten First Meetings (Well, Nine if You're Keeping Count)
Fandom: Arashi
Rating: PG
Pairing: Nino/Ohno
Disclaimer: This is a fictional situation.
Summary: Ten times Ohno and Nino meet in ten different worlds. For araanaz9. ♥ Happy Birthday, love!



1.

The first thing Ohno notices about the guys is his hands, so small and cute when he reaches into the register to give Ohno his change.

“Fifteen yen,” the guy says. “Want a receipt?”

“No thanks,” Ohno says. Then realizes he’s missed an opportunity to look at his hands again. Then wonders if thinking that was a little creepy.

“It is a little creepy,” Aiba says, later when Ohno tells him. “But I’ve heard worse than having a crush on the cute guy at the convenience store.”

“What the hell is wrong with me?” Ohno says, punching back in at the office. Aiba’s sitting behind Ohno’s desk with his long legs stretched out in front of him.

Aiba just grins widely. "You know," he says. "I'm a little thirsty..."

2.

Nino is not so much an innocent bystander. But he is a bystander nonetheless.

“That was pretty cool,” Nino says.

“Yeah,” the guy nods.

“The fire and stuff,” Nino says.

“Yeah,” the guy puffs out his chest a little. “Yeah it was.”

“The stretching and...”

The guy, who seriously seems more like a bratty little kid, beams proudly, practically dusting himself off.

Nino just chukcles.

Then reaches out and flicks the guy’s huge ear.

“Oy!”

3.

When Ohno walks into the dorm room the first thing he sees is a guy stretched out on what is supposed to be Ohno’s bed playing a video game furiously. “Hey,” the guy says, not even bothering to look up.

“Um...” Ohno says. “I think that’s my--”

“Shit!” the guy shouts at the screen, jamming the buttons so hard it looks painful.

Ohno gives up and takes the other bed, which isn’t as comfortable and isn’t as ideally located in the room. But he doesn’t care all that much.

4.

“What brings you to New York?” Nino asks, relieved to finally meet a guy who speaks Japanese. He could definitely use a break from wrestling with English. And losing.

“I wanted to see what it was like,” the guy says.

“Oh,” Nino says.

They’re somewhere in Central Park, Nino doesn’t exactly know where even though he’s been living in New York for more than six months now. It all seems so much more daunting than Tokyo.

But maybe he’s also a little less himself in New York because it’s not like him to start talking to a stranger who just happened to sit on the same park bench as him.

Maybe the silence should be awkward, but it feels thick and comfortable. They’re sitting on the same half of the bench, close enough to reach out and touch...

“What’s your name?” Nino asks.

“Satoshi,” the guy says. It makes Nino smile, thinking that the guy remembered as much, that you give your given name when you’re in the states. It’s one of those things that makes Nino feel a thrill and a pang of homesickness in just the right proportions.

“Hey Satoshi,” he says. “I’m Kazu.”

5.

“Just black coffee,” Nino says.

The only reason he came in here at all was because the vending machine down the street was out of black coffee. The only time in his life the vending machine has ever been out of black coffee.

“Are you sure you don’t want to try our double mocha cream latte?” The girl behind the counter says. “It’s on special today!”

“No,” Nino grunts. “Coffee.”

“Here,” a guy behind the counter says, bringing Nino a small, foam cup with some hot, black coffee inside. It doesn’t even look like a proper order, doesn’t have the coffee shop logo (some kind of sharp-edged seahorse) on the side of the cup. It looks more like it was brought to Nino due to this being an emergency situation. Nino looks up at the guy and isn’t sure what it is - the foam cup, the visor pulled over his eyes, the way he nudges the coffee across the counter with his fingertips - that makes him fall completely in love.

The guy shrugs. His name is Ohno, Nino reads it from his nametag.

“Take it,” Ohno says.

6.

“A thousand two hundred,” Ohno says, a little surprised when the guy who comes to the door just shoves the money right into his hand before he’s even handed over the pie.

He’s cute, Ohno thinks, fumbling with his collection bag and realizing only belatedly that the pizza in his hand is really hot and kind of hurts a little... He thought this guy was cute the last time he delivered here too.

“Give me that,” another guy says, pulling the pizza out of his hands. “Oh! This is him isn’t it?”

“Shut the hell up."

"No that's him! The delivery guy you said was cute! Come and see, Sho-chan!"

That's when the door suddenly gets slammed in Ohno's face and he's left there blinking, confused, with only some bills shoved haphazardly in his hand.

The door cracks open again and it's the cute guy. Ohno feels his cheeks getting a little hot.

"Keep the change," the guy says. "I need to go and kill everyone in my apartment now." Then the door slams again.

7.

It’s some little out of the way bar that Ohno heard about a couple of times from coworkers. There is a guy who plays there on Thursday nights and he’s pretty good and Ohno should go and check him out sometime if he has the chance. He mostly forgets about it, but one night after work he walks by the bar and remembers the name. “Oh,” he says out loud before wandering inside.

There is a small stage in the corner, a microphone stand is set up and a guitar is resting against an amp. There is a guy in the corner putting out a cigarette and for some reason Ohno knows right away that it’s him. That’s the guy.

“He’s good,” the bartender says, setting down a coaster in front of Ohno on the bar. It feels a little like the bartender has mistaken him for a regular, just walking inside and watching Ninomiya’s every move (Ninomiya Kazunari, that’s what was scribbled on the chalkboard outside).

He watches Ninomiya carefully for a moment.

“I guess I’ll stay for the show...” Ohno says, turning back to the bar.

The bartender smiles. “What’ll it be?”

8.

First Nino comes across the painting in a magazine. He doesn’t always look at paintings this carefully, but one brush stroke catches his eye then he follows it all around the paper until he’s turned the magazine on its side. Then realizes that might look a little funny to the other people on the train. Although he doesn’t care that much.

He recognizes the same brush stroke in an advertisement on the train a couple of weeks later and when his eyes finally travel away from the brushstrokes and to the text underneath it he says “Hm.” making the person next to him say “Hm?”

Art exhibition for the next two weeks in a small gallery just on the edge of the city. Ohno Satoshi, he reads, practically mouthing the words, but he’s a little lost in the way Ohno’s signature winds around the bottom of the painting like it’s a part of the artwork itself.

9.

Somehow Nino’s life takes a turn for the worse when his sister drags him out of the house to see this concert that she is oh my god so excited about and Nino has to come with her because he’s the one with the car and their mom will only let her go if he goes with her.

“I’m waiting outside,” Nino says. “In the car. Where it’s safe.” Because as they’re approaching the concert hall all he can see is about a million screaming girls.

But his sister latches on and pulls him out of the car and he’s no match for her and the sea of girls that pull him in to see “SA-TO-SHI” as the bright shining sign outside indicates.

The most embarrassing part, though, is that Nino can’t take his eyes off of the way this guy moves his hips.

10.

“Hello,” Ohno says, tipping his hat when Nino walks back into the dressing room. They’re about to film a TV special for Arashi’s fifteenth anniversary. It's hard to believe they've come this far. And while the atmosphere backstage is somewhat calm and reflective...

“Hello,” Nino says, bowing deeply. “I’m Ninomiya, nice to meet you.”

“I’m Ohno,” Ohno says. “But you can call me Satoshi.”

During set changes they have to wait back in the dressing room and it becomes a running joke that day, like so many things do. One time Ohno gives a curtsey. Then Nino introduces himself as Matsumoto Jun earning him a smack to the back of the head.

It goes on until the end of the day. When they’re leaving the studio and they give each other a firm handshake.

“It was nice meeting you, Satoshi,” Nino says. “Let’s go out for a drink sometime.”

“Sure,” Ohno says, pulling out a card. “Give my people a call.”

“Aren’t you guys tired of that yet?” Sho chuckles. He’s just coming out of the studio, still trying to comfortably hoist his heavy bag over his shoulder.

“No,” Nino smiles at Ohno. And Ohno grins back at him and says “Not really.”

ohno/nino, arashi

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