Long Vacation Chapter 3

May 09, 2011 09:46

Title: Long Vacation
Chapter 3
Pairing: Ohmiya, Matsumiya (and possibly more?)
Rating :G (susceptible to increase)
Summary: When Ohno's fiance runs out of him leaving him broke, he moves in with Nino, a failing pianist. And while they're on a vacation from life, they unwittingly come together intertwining what were otherwise two parallel lives. What'll happen when its time for the vacation to end and for their lives to become parallel once more?
Note: Nino's POV. OKay I NEED to mention this. I've forgotten in the last two notes. This story is based of Long Vacation KimuTaku's drama of ultimate awesomeness.


I HATE OHNO SATOSHI! I regret the day I had taken pity on him and let him stay in MY house. He ruined my date. He RUINED my date. My not-so-date-like-date. I felt like pummeling him to the ground when he thrust that love hotel discount coupon into Jun’s fist. Oh why did I take Jun to that shabby ramen shop? How was I supposed to know Ohno Satoshi is a ramen freak just because he made ramen for me two nights in a row? How was I supposed to know he’d be there with another equally freaky friend? At least that guy tried to help by restraining Ohno a little bit but seriously was he really not strong enough to stop Ohno from handing Jun that discount ticket? I felt like dying, I can’t get the image of that shocked expression on Jun’s face out of my head.

Jun looked so embarrassed I wanted to cry and all this after that whole cute amusement park date thing. We were totally confused if it really was a date or not but we had so much fun in that amusement park Jun dragged me to. I don’t even remember the name. Was it Disney? I even won a cat plush toy for him! Or maybe it was Mickey…it was probably Mickey right? He even bought weird round ear-like things for us. I didn’t really appreciate him buying me the pink one. But when he picked at the ears after putting it on my head all the time saying how cute it looked I could hardly care. Somehow he has a taste for weird shiny things. It’s a child-like, to be able to see that side of Jun’s character it made me happy and I’m sure if I’d confirmed during dinner that that was a date he’d have accepted it happily.

Only I couldn’t because Ohno slurred nonsense in his face and gave him a love hotel ticket. I mean how close is this guy to me? How can he hand MY sort of date weird tickets? What could be Jun thinking of me now? My intentions are not at all like that towards him…at least not fully to suddenly drive off to a hotel on the first sort of date.

And then when I went home I got into a fight with Ohno. That guy, just because his fiancé ran out on him can’t expect to be treated special. I mean he apologized but he was still totally drunk and it annoyed me. Like he didn’t mean his apology even though he destroyed the only good thing that had happened in my life. I told him I understood Aya’s decision perfectly well now. That must not have been the best thing though. He went absolutely quiet like I’d shocked him somehow then he smiled, this creepy, self-deprecating smile. If I weren’t mad like hell I’d have sympathized then. I didn’t even get what was happening when he grabbed a small satchel and stormed out.

At that moment I really didn’t care, I felt that it was fine, that I was relieved and yet as I went into my room and the mail was neatly spread out on my table the guilt started tingling a little. I felt uneasy. And then I saw it, the reason for all this and yet again I realized that everything was my fault. Aya had sent me an invitation to her wedding reception with her new husband and judging by the open envelope, Ohno must have seen it. I don’t know what came over me then but I ran to the window and scrambled to open it. After having it unlatched I looked frantically for Ohno and then I saw his dampened figure walking slowly off and I called out to him.

He looked around for a bit before I called him again and his head shot up to look at me. At that moment as we looked at each other, practically strangers I realized I had nothing to say to him and yet I didn’t want him to leave. Despite everything I wanted him and his sleepy, lazy ways to stay.

But there was nothing I could say that could make him say. And as I looked at him I saw his legs fidgeting like he was preparing to walk again and I panicked. I ran back inside and lifted the piano’s cover. It was weird, I tried to pretend that I was alone and yet his presence downstairs was holding me back from starting to play. The thought of him walking slowly, dejectedly away suddenly made me push a key. After than one initial random note, it seemed to flow out. And subconsciously I’d started to play for him a song I had composed when I was in high school.

It was a silly, amateur song with childish emotion but it worked. He came back. I didn’t stop playing as he dropped the satchel in his room and sat on the living room couch beside the piano. I pretended that I was alone while he sat there and listened.

p: ohmiya, l: series, p: matsumiya

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