[Multi-chapter] Hidden Garden (1/8)
Title: Hidden Garden (1/8)
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, Mild angst, Romance, Au
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. XD
Summary: Open the door of the hidden garden, little prince didn't think he would find someone that would change his life forever.
Beta-ed by potatoos, love you ♥♥♥
A/N: Finally update v^-^v!!! YAY!!! I wrote this when I was in the mood for fluffiness, so... well, you will see it all over the fic XD XD
Chapter 1
“Satoshi-kun? What are you thinking about?”
Ohno snaps out of his daydream, which he isn’t even aware that he has fallen into. He is usually like this - he keeps spacing out and losing himself in his own world when the others don’t pay attention to him. And as though the story has rooted inside his heart, whenever he starts to space out, it comes out naturally and totally preoccupies his mind. The plot is always the same: the hidden garden, the spirit, and the little prince discovering it, meeting the mysterious boy. His lips curve up slightly when he recalls the shy smile on the little spirit’s face, the smile that he feels strangely familiar and lovely.
“I think we need to consider that corner,” Sho continues beside him, his finger pointing to the right side of the stage, his eyes studying each aspect of the whole place as he is talking incessantly. They are preparing for the festival that will be held the following month, and Ohno’s part is to decorate the stage on which they will be performing a play. Ohno is not good at performing, but he’s confident of decorating. His artwork is always welcomed by most of the students and the professors, and he’s honored to be given this important role. It’s the face of the festival. Sho is the one who holds the responsibility for the whole event, so he’s working hard on making things perfect. “There’s too many plants, we need something simpler but of course, it needs to be attractive!!”
“We can use light as an effect,” Ohno suggests softly. “And then you can make a green background to make sure it looks like a forest.”
“Sounds good.” Sho nods after a second of thinking and he pats Ohno on his shoulder, grinning, “I’ll leave it to you, Satoshi-kun! I need to go check what Aiba is doing… I’m sure he’s messing around with those experiments of his!”
Ohno chuckles at Sho’s worried expression as the boy hurriedly turns away and finds his way toward the laboratory, where Aiba is working really hard for “some decoration for the festival, just like fireworks” - as Aiba has aptly put it. And no matter how much Ohno loves his friend he just can’t bring himself to believe Aiba - for when it comes to Aiba, science becomes a disaster.
A loud explosion comes from the laboratory’s direction ascertains Sho’s worry. It startles everyone and stops them from whatever they are doing. Some of them even hastily run to the room to check what has happened, but Ohno simply stays there and spaces out again, staring at the green corner of the stage. The spirit’s face appears again on his mind.
Ohno has started to think about him ever since he was a child. He only knew it when his mother told him years later that he used to play with an imaginary friend. When she asked him to describe his friend, he told her that he was a spirit of a hidden garden. Ohno doesn’t know how he has come up with the story in the first place, but until now he still keeps the image of that boy and the garden deeply etched in his mind. And in his world of imagination, he was the prince who was eagerly exploring the new place when met the boy in the garden. Kazunari, Ohno thought, that’s his name. Ohno even has a name for his imaginary spirit friend inside his mind. Though Ohno believes that he’s not simply an imagination, but he has no other clue as to what the spirit could be because they have never met, nor has Ohno ever seen someone like that in his real life.
The bell rings, signaling the beginning of lunch hour, and Ohno takes his bentou to the art room. He works on a couple art pieces before returning for the next class. He loves it most when he is alone in this room and is immersed in painting canvas, pictures, and charcoals. Moreover, he would always try to picture the face of the boy that is always in his mind. Though that face is always a blur - Ohno can’t remember exactly his features, even though he has tried to draw him for years. Never once did Ohno draw it right. He always feels that something is not right with his drawing, that he got the features wrong. But he isn’t planning on giving up anytime soon, until he could picture the boy’s face properly.
The door slides open and Ohno steps inside. No one is here at this time, so Ohno has the whole place for his own usage. He takes the chair and sits down, and carefully opens his bentou, delighted at his mother’s delicious rice balls lying neatly inside. He takes one of them and munches on it happily, when his mind again wanders to the garden at the sheltered corner of the palace, with the spirit waiting for the little prince.
When the little prince returned to the Palace that night, the whole castle had been mobilized to search for him, since he had been outside for the whole day and nobody had seen him anywhere. The King and the Queen were terrified thinking he was kidnapped or worse, being in danger because of his unawareness of his importance. He bowed apologetically at his parents, being hugged tightly by his mother and being scolded slightly by his father. They were both worried, he thought, but the eagerness that he had found a new friend invading his mind that he didn’t really bring himself to care about anything.
No one believed the little Prince when he told them about the Spirit of the garden, existing in a form of a little boy. They all thought that it was just a figment of the little Prince’s imagination, and he would forget about it when he grow up a few years later. But they were all wrong. Since then Satoshi disappeared for a longer time than he used to, and when the servants were starting to get worried about his safety, he would return with a big grin on his face and told them that he had just gone there to meet his friend. And since Satoshi had spent too much time with the imaginary friend, the Queen and the Kind started to worry about their son. They asked a little boy - the son of the Earl - to come and become friends with Satoshi, to prevent him from imagining too much about a non-existent friend.
So that was how Sho and Satoshi became friends a month later. Satoshi had told Sho many things about the little boy, how sweet his smile was and how cute his face was - Sho winced at the thought but he knew better than to judge the prince. Satoshi knew that Sho didn’t believe him, just like the rest of the Palace, so he walked Sho there one day. The door still stood defensively when two little boys came, with a cheerful smile on Satoshi’s face and a serious yet worried one on Sho’s.
But no matter how much Satoshi had called, Kazunari didn’t answer. Sho tried too, but the only answer was the murmurs of the trees around them when the wind blew over. Sho couldn’t enter the garden too - the brambles didn’t let him walk through, it only worked for Satoshi. They had discovered this when one of the thorns scratched Sho’s leg and blood slightly oozed out of the wound. Their little adventure stopped there, and though deep inside Satoshi was disappointed, he knew that Kazunari didn’t want anybody else other than him to enter that place. The thought brought a small smile on little prince’s face.
“Why won’t you let Sho come in?” Satoshi asked curiously one day, when they were sitting under the shadow of the trees, side by side. The warmth from Kazunari comforted Satoshi in an unexplainable way, and he shifted closer to the boy subconsciously.
Kazunari didn’t answer; he only gave Satoshi a short look and then shrugged. Satoshi arched his eyebrows.
“He’s a nice boy.”
Kazunari looked displeased at the comment. He didn’t look at Satoshi, and his hand came to draw some random symbols on the ground.
“Nicer than me?” Kazunari asked, and Satoshi was surprised with the sudden shyness in Kazunari’s voice.
“No. Kazu will always be the best.” Satoshi beamed, and his arm came to wrap around Kazunari’s slim waist. He could tell Kazunari was blushing, a big smile appeared on his cute face and in a second, Satoshi thought that he wanted to brush his lips on those cheeks. The thought suddenly appeared and refused to leave, preoccupying Satoshi’s mind so that he didn’t see the question in Kazunari’s look.
“Satoshi-sama?”
“Satoshi.” He corrected, still in a dazed state and his mind started to fantasize how it would feel like to kiss Kazunari. And as if Kazunari had sensed it too, his cheeks turned deeper red and he looked away.
Now’s my chance, Satoshi thought, and he acted faster than his mind could protest.
He leaned in, and kissed Kazunari softly on his cheek. Kazunari was so warm, Satoshi thought, and the feeling of kissing him was good.
Kazunari seemed frozen when Satoshi’s lips touched his skin, and though it lasted for just a second, Kazunari couldn’t help his heart from bursting.
When Satoshi backed away, he grinned. Kazunari glanced at him, and tried to hide his embarrassment, but by the way Satoshi looked at him amusingly, he knew he had failed.
“What’s that?” Kazunari asked. He’s not angry, Satoshi thought in relief.
“You’re cute.” Satoshi answered and leaned in to whisper, “Kazu is cute.”
Kazunari closed his eyes, and the kiss came again, but this time it rested on his lips. Satoshi was sweet, and that was all Kazunari could think of at that very moment. His lips were soft and warm, just like the cloud flying across the sky on a sunny day.
“Kazu?” Satoshi called, and Kazunari opened his eyes slowly. When he realized that he was looking deep into Satoshi’s chestnut eyes, he found himself unable to look away.
“I wish we could stay like that a little longer,” Kazunari said, blushing at his own words. Satoshi grinned, and that made Kazunari’s heart flutter.
“I wish we could be like this forever.” Satoshi answered as he pulled Kazunari into a tight embrace. Kazunari’s arms came to rest on Satoshi’s waist and hugged him back. They stayed like that until the sun started to set. The warmth from each other’s body was so pleasant that none of them wanted to part.
When Satoshi returned to the Palace that day, a shadow of loneliness surrounded Kazunari. He stood there and looked at Satoshi’s back until it disappeared behind the brambles, and then with a small pop, he disappeared into the darkness…
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff, Mild angst, Romance, Au
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. XD
Summary: Open the door of the hidden garden, little prince didn't think he would find someone that would change his life forever.
Beta-ed by potatoos, love you ♥♥♥
A/N: Finally update v^-^v!!! YAY!!! I wrote this when I was in the mood for fluffiness, so... well, you will see it all over the fic XD XD
Chapter 1
“Satoshi-kun? What are you thinking about?”
Ohno snaps out of his daydream, which he isn’t even aware that he has fallen into. He is usually like this - he keeps spacing out and losing himself in his own world when the others don’t pay attention to him. And as though the story has rooted inside his heart, whenever he starts to space out, it comes out naturally and totally preoccupies his mind. The plot is always the same: the hidden garden, the spirit, and the little prince discovering it, meeting the mysterious boy. His lips curve up slightly when he recalls the shy smile on the little spirit’s face, the smile that he feels strangely familiar and lovely.
“I think we need to consider that corner,” Sho continues beside him, his finger pointing to the right side of the stage, his eyes studying each aspect of the whole place as he is talking incessantly. They are preparing for the festival that will be held the following month, and Ohno’s part is to decorate the stage on which they will be performing a play. Ohno is not good at performing, but he’s confident of decorating. His artwork is always welcomed by most of the students and the professors, and he’s honored to be given this important role. It’s the face of the festival. Sho is the one who holds the responsibility for the whole event, so he’s working hard on making things perfect. “There’s too many plants, we need something simpler but of course, it needs to be attractive!!”
“We can use light as an effect,” Ohno suggests softly. “And then you can make a green background to make sure it looks like a forest.”
“Sounds good.” Sho nods after a second of thinking and he pats Ohno on his shoulder, grinning, “I’ll leave it to you, Satoshi-kun! I need to go check what Aiba is doing… I’m sure he’s messing around with those experiments of his!”
Ohno chuckles at Sho’s worried expression as the boy hurriedly turns away and finds his way toward the laboratory, where Aiba is working really hard for “some decoration for the festival, just like fireworks” - as Aiba has aptly put it. And no matter how much Ohno loves his friend he just can’t bring himself to believe Aiba - for when it comes to Aiba, science becomes a disaster.
A loud explosion comes from the laboratory’s direction ascertains Sho’s worry. It startles everyone and stops them from whatever they are doing. Some of them even hastily run to the room to check what has happened, but Ohno simply stays there and spaces out again, staring at the green corner of the stage. The spirit’s face appears again on his mind.
Ohno has started to think about him ever since he was a child. He only knew it when his mother told him years later that he used to play with an imaginary friend. When she asked him to describe his friend, he told her that he was a spirit of a hidden garden. Ohno doesn’t know how he has come up with the story in the first place, but until now he still keeps the image of that boy and the garden deeply etched in his mind. And in his world of imagination, he was the prince who was eagerly exploring the new place when met the boy in the garden. Kazunari, Ohno thought, that’s his name. Ohno even has a name for his imaginary spirit friend inside his mind. Though Ohno believes that he’s not simply an imagination, but he has no other clue as to what the spirit could be because they have never met, nor has Ohno ever seen someone like that in his real life.
The bell rings, signaling the beginning of lunch hour, and Ohno takes his bentou to the art room. He works on a couple art pieces before returning for the next class. He loves it most when he is alone in this room and is immersed in painting canvas, pictures, and charcoals. Moreover, he would always try to picture the face of the boy that is always in his mind. Though that face is always a blur - Ohno can’t remember exactly his features, even though he has tried to draw him for years. Never once did Ohno draw it right. He always feels that something is not right with his drawing, that he got the features wrong. But he isn’t planning on giving up anytime soon, until he could picture the boy’s face properly.
The door slides open and Ohno steps inside. No one is here at this time, so Ohno has the whole place for his own usage. He takes the chair and sits down, and carefully opens his bentou, delighted at his mother’s delicious rice balls lying neatly inside. He takes one of them and munches on it happily, when his mind again wanders to the garden at the sheltered corner of the palace, with the spirit waiting for the little prince.
When the little prince returned to the Palace that night, the whole castle had been mobilized to search for him, since he had been outside for the whole day and nobody had seen him anywhere. The King and the Queen were terrified thinking he was kidnapped or worse, being in danger because of his unawareness of his importance. He bowed apologetically at his parents, being hugged tightly by his mother and being scolded slightly by his father. They were both worried, he thought, but the eagerness that he had found a new friend invading his mind that he didn’t really bring himself to care about anything.
No one believed the little Prince when he told them about the Spirit of the garden, existing in a form of a little boy. They all thought that it was just a figment of the little Prince’s imagination, and he would forget about it when he grow up a few years later. But they were all wrong. Since then Satoshi disappeared for a longer time than he used to, and when the servants were starting to get worried about his safety, he would return with a big grin on his face and told them that he had just gone there to meet his friend. And since Satoshi had spent too much time with the imaginary friend, the Queen and the Kind started to worry about their son. They asked a little boy - the son of the Earl - to come and become friends with Satoshi, to prevent him from imagining too much about a non-existent friend.
So that was how Sho and Satoshi became friends a month later. Satoshi had told Sho many things about the little boy, how sweet his smile was and how cute his face was - Sho winced at the thought but he knew better than to judge the prince. Satoshi knew that Sho didn’t believe him, just like the rest of the Palace, so he walked Sho there one day. The door still stood defensively when two little boys came, with a cheerful smile on Satoshi’s face and a serious yet worried one on Sho’s.
But no matter how much Satoshi had called, Kazunari didn’t answer. Sho tried too, but the only answer was the murmurs of the trees around them when the wind blew over. Sho couldn’t enter the garden too - the brambles didn’t let him walk through, it only worked for Satoshi. They had discovered this when one of the thorns scratched Sho’s leg and blood slightly oozed out of the wound. Their little adventure stopped there, and though deep inside Satoshi was disappointed, he knew that Kazunari didn’t want anybody else other than him to enter that place. The thought brought a small smile on little prince’s face.
“Why won’t you let Sho come in?” Satoshi asked curiously one day, when they were sitting under the shadow of the trees, side by side. The warmth from Kazunari comforted Satoshi in an unexplainable way, and he shifted closer to the boy subconsciously.
Kazunari didn’t answer; he only gave Satoshi a short look and then shrugged. Satoshi arched his eyebrows.
“He’s a nice boy.”
Kazunari looked displeased at the comment. He didn’t look at Satoshi, and his hand came to draw some random symbols on the ground.
“Nicer than me?” Kazunari asked, and Satoshi was surprised with the sudden shyness in Kazunari’s voice.
“No. Kazu will always be the best.” Satoshi beamed, and his arm came to wrap around Kazunari’s slim waist. He could tell Kazunari was blushing, a big smile appeared on his cute face and in a second, Satoshi thought that he wanted to brush his lips on those cheeks. The thought suddenly appeared and refused to leave, preoccupying Satoshi’s mind so that he didn’t see the question in Kazunari’s look.
“Satoshi-sama?”
“Satoshi.” He corrected, still in a dazed state and his mind started to fantasize how it would feel like to kiss Kazunari. And as if Kazunari had sensed it too, his cheeks turned deeper red and he looked away.
Now’s my chance, Satoshi thought, and he acted faster than his mind could protest.
He leaned in, and kissed Kazunari softly on his cheek. Kazunari was so warm, Satoshi thought, and the feeling of kissing him was good.
Kazunari seemed frozen when Satoshi’s lips touched his skin, and though it lasted for just a second, Kazunari couldn’t help his heart from bursting.
When Satoshi backed away, he grinned. Kazunari glanced at him, and tried to hide his embarrassment, but by the way Satoshi looked at him amusingly, he knew he had failed.
“What’s that?” Kazunari asked. He’s not angry, Satoshi thought in relief.
“You’re cute.” Satoshi answered and leaned in to whisper, “Kazu is cute.”
Kazunari closed his eyes, and the kiss came again, but this time it rested on his lips. Satoshi was sweet, and that was all Kazunari could think of at that very moment. His lips were soft and warm, just like the cloud flying across the sky on a sunny day.
“Kazu?” Satoshi called, and Kazunari opened his eyes slowly. When he realized that he was looking deep into Satoshi’s chestnut eyes, he found himself unable to look away.
“I wish we could stay like that a little longer,” Kazunari said, blushing at his own words. Satoshi grinned, and that made Kazunari’s heart flutter.
“I wish we could be like this forever.” Satoshi answered as he pulled Kazunari into a tight embrace. Kazunari’s arms came to rest on Satoshi’s waist and hugged him back. They stayed like that until the sun started to set. The warmth from each other’s body was so pleasant that none of them wanted to part.
When Satoshi returned to the Palace that day, a shadow of loneliness surrounded Kazunari. He stood there and looked at Satoshi’s back until it disappeared behind the brambles, and then with a small pop, he disappeared into the darkness…