My Best Friend's Wedding
Title: My Best Friend's Wedding
Chapter: 1
Pairing: Ohmiya, OhnoxOC (Expect more to come)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't Own
Summary: Nino loves Ohno, Nino is also Ohno's best friend. So when Ohno wants to marry his long time girlfriend what does Nino do?
Note: The Story Has Nothing To Do With The Movie.First person Nino POV. A new style for me and hence I've kept the story cliched and simple Shojo Manga style. Plus I wanted to write OC. I know there ARE TOO MANY OHMIYA fics going on now but I can hardly care. I wanted Nino and I can't have Nino without Ohno SO THERE! Also I was supposed to start this after finising my Love is a Wondrous Thing Drabble Series but c'mon it's a drabble series I'll finish it. I'll finish it.
Warning: Failed Humour, Common Story, General Sucky Writing.
“Nino...I’m getting married!”
When you hear that from the man you’ve been pining for the past 10 years you feel like breaking down.
When you hear that from the man who’s been your best friend for the past 15 years, you’ll scream in excitement.
”Nino...my parents declined.”
When you hear that after almost having lost the love of your life, you’d feel like rejoicing, thank the Gods and even fast to show your utter gratitude.
When you hear that the love of your best friend’s life has been snatched away from him, you’d feel like grabbing a six pack and head over to his house cursing the unfair world.
I’m Ninomiya Kazunari and all my life I’ve been a best friend to Ohno Satoshi. Being the proficient best friend I am, I rejoiced and ran around and jumped up and down at hearing him getting married. When in the next two hours Ohno told me his parents wouldn’t accept it, I took him drinking throwing whatever consolations came into my head in his direction.
For further clarification on the situation I’d like to tell you a little about Ohno’s fiancé Amy Ohno Wingham. The Ohno in her name was added in a moment of creativity by none other than my idiot of a best friend while introducing us. She was British and working as a teacher in Japan; A feisty girl and fun to be around a good anchor for Ohno and the antagonist in my life. We were friends probably; it’s been months she’s been going out with Ohno. Ohno was very private about his love life, the only exception was lucky old me with whom he’d share every gore-ey detail.
Ohno had once asked me, in a drunken stupor, to join them in a threesome. It took self-control to refuse. Not because Amy’s ass was particularly enticing but Ohno’s...I’ve been in love with it as far back as I can remember.
Ohno is heterosexual and probably I am too, it would come off as a shock that renowned playboy Ninomiya Kazunari was in love with a man. I’m probably not homosexual but I’m definitely in love with Ohno. I have the pigtail of Ohno’s first girlfriend safely locked in my drawer as proof. Of course over the years I’ve learned to keep a reign on the jealousy and anger management issues but it’s just hard sometimes like now when Ohno was draped across Amy’s lap, a string of love confessions on his lips as they did...whatever they were doing. I just knew that it was pure torture.
You’d think after so long I’d get fed up and just tell him, “Fuck the world and your girlfriends Satoshi I LOVE YOU!” but I didn’t. I was a coward and probably slightly masochistic and probably a bit of an idiot and used to self pity.
Getting back to the renowned playboy thing, it’s a front. To stave off suspicion. Why do you think Satoshi hasn’t figured it out yet? Well, he hasn’t figured it out cause he’s a dope but the rest of the world hasn’t cause I don’t have time for love in all that bed hopping I do. It’s lucky I haven’t contracted AIDS yet. I’m very meticulous about contraception. Right, kids at home use condoms no matter how much you don’t feel like it. Coming back from spreading safe sex awareness, I’m now sitting with one barely clothed girl in each hand and agreeing to being Satoshi’s boyfriend.
Wait...WHAT??!??
It would be an underestimation to say my heart was racing; it just jumped out of my chest as I discarded the girls and leaped at Satoshi. So maybe I missed his confession because I’m a little drunk and was busy wallowing in self pity but damn, I’ve been waiting for way too long.
“Oh I’m so glad you agreed to help me and Amy out!”
Wait...this doesn’t sound like, “Kazu, I’m madly in love with you and have always been, why have you never noticed the angst in my eyes every time you’d flaunt a girl in my face Kazu...Why? Why? Why?”
I came to this brilliant conclusion through two major clues.
One, What Ohno said was much too short.
Two, the sentence had ‘Amy’ in it.
Maybe I’m too drunk to be making promises. But Ohno’s already hugging me and it’s warm and comfortable and I feel like I could just die like this, blissfully in his arms.
Next morning as I nursed a headache to not ache so much anymore I realized I had promised to be Ohno’s boyfriend to make his parents realize that having even a ‘gaijin’ as a daughter-in-law was better than having me as a son-in-law for their son.
That’s what I ended up being...a contrast to show how Amy was better. Is that how Ohno saw me? I know that it’s stupid that after all these years I still hope he’d come around and realize the love of his life has always been in front of him.
But I do.
I dropped back down onto the bed with a sigh, giving up on curing the headache. It provided much needed distraction as I tried hard not to cry. I promised after graduating high school that I would never again cry over Ohno.
Though sometime, on days like this I tend to break promises.
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The next day I found myself seated opposite Ohno’s family, two scrutinizing parents, one gawking sister and her two very-much-interested-in-my-belt-buckle kids.
I wish Ohno was interested in my belt buckle... or what’s underneath it.
“So the person you love...” his father started
“And want to spend the rest of you life with...” His mother continued.
“Is Kazu-chan!” Ohno nodded with vigour and made me blush, it was the first time Ohno called me that, I had made it a point for the girls who throw themselves at me to call me Kazu-chan.
It’s cute and makes me giggle in an unmanly fashion.
When Ohno says it, it’s like I need CPR.
Hmm, if I told Ohno I stopped breathing maybe he might give me CPR. Tempting.
Ohno’s father, who too seemed surprised at the nickname usage took a deep breathe, holding it for an alarmingly long time before letting the air out all at once, “Okay!”
Ohno’s eyes widened and I almost fell off my chair. (well another reason for that because one of Ohno’s niece’s hands found my crotch)
“You guys are really okay with this????” Ohno asked incredulous
Ohno’s mother looked up sadly, “Satoshi we always kind of knew”
Knew? Knew what?
“Satoshi, your father and I had decided long ago that we’d even forego grandchildren for the sake of Satoshi’s happiness if it’s in Ninomiya-san. We trust Ninomiya-san. Maybe you two can adopt or get a surrogate mother or someone to carry your baby.”
Ohno’s father chuckled, “And after yesterday’s discussion we thought you had fallen in love with a gaijin or something! At least Ninomiya has known us since you were a mere child.”
“That and they already have two grandkids, what more do they need?” Ohno’s sister suddenly chirped up from somewhere. She was my hero sort of since childhood; especially now that her grandkid producing skills have saved Satoshi the responsibility.
I felt tears form in my eyes as I wrestled the three year old’s hands decisively out of the vicinity of my crotch. Oh Satoshi, you’re parents could see it, why can’t you? You plus me is equal to perfection. We defy all laws of nature. We’ve clearly been made for each other, who knows, I might even be able to get pregnant through sheer love and willpower if you marry me.
But Satoshi’s gaze remained steely on the table top while his parents smiled pleasantly at us; his mom came over to pull our heads to either of her shoulder and gave us her blessings.
“You’re sure you don’t want grandkids from me?” I admired his last ditch effort while secretly wanting to wring his necks until he died, maybe then I could freeze him and keep him with myself forever.
Ohno stood up and pulled me with him, his sister giggling probably at our linked hands but then a shriek sounded and I realized Ohno’s three year old niece was clinging to my legs. She seems to really like me, or maybe my pheromones are just THAT powerful. I’m not heartless though and I’d have loved to play with her if it was anyone but Satoshi holding my hand then.
But it WAS Satoshi pulling my hand and after wrestling the kid off my foot with promises of more lap huggles and warm milk and cookies I followed him to his bedroom.
I practically live in this room but today knowing that I was ‘Satoshi’s bride approved’ I felt like I came here for the first time. It’s amusing how much people’s perspective of the same thing can change how you view them.
I felt my cheeks get hotter as I looked at his bed and Satoshi kicked the door close and plopped down on it.
Okay...not good **kyaaaaa**
I shuffled over to his desk chair and sat down, Satoshi gave me a puzzled look and pointed to the free space beside him on the bed.
More shuffling ensued as I edged slowly towards him. Satoshi only sighed and when I got close enough he pulled me down onto the bed and snuggled into my shoulder.
SATOSHI WANTED TO KILL ME. **PANTS**
I brought my hands up into his hair and stroked his short hair back from his forehead.
“I can’t believe it didn’t work.”
“Mmm”
Satoshi sighed and killed me a little more as he snuggled closer throwing a leg over mine and turned me into an impromptu bolster.
His door opened and his mom walked in with tea. She seemed almost about to drop it. Quickly composing herself (Satoshi’s quick reflexes and fluid movements are genetic, yes) she set the tea down and coughed lightly, uneasily, “Sorry to bother you boys.” She left us in the wake of her high pitched giggle.
I don’t get why she apologised, she must have seen this scene a hundreds times already. Satoshi and I were sort of touchy-feely.
And then I remembered how I reacted to the room. Did she think that this was an intimate moment?
Oh.
But this was common Satoshi and Nino behaviour and it finally hit me why she said that they all sort of knew. For two boys who cuddled together into manhood, turning out to be lovers must not be an earth shattering shock.
I knew, Satoshi’s family knew, my mom and sister probably knew too. WHY THE HELL DIDN’T SATOSHI KNOW!??!
**Can someone please tell me Ohno and MatsuJun's sister's name. if possible Nino's sister name. Any and all family members name known to you PLEASE TELL ME! OR I will have to make them up.
EDIT Feb 16th, 2017 : If you're here from the award list and want to find the rest of the work here is my fic index: Scroll down to series section to find My BFF's Wedding (I'm sorry for being too lazy to link every chapter >.
Chapter: 1
Pairing: Ohmiya, OhnoxOC (Expect more to come)
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't Own
Summary: Nino loves Ohno, Nino is also Ohno's best friend. So when Ohno wants to marry his long time girlfriend what does Nino do?
Note: The Story Has Nothing To Do With The Movie.First person Nino POV. A new style for me and hence I've kept the story cliched and simple Shojo Manga style. Plus I wanted to write OC. I know there ARE TOO MANY OHMIYA fics going on now but I can hardly care. I wanted Nino and I can't have Nino without Ohno SO THERE! Also I was supposed to start this after finising my Love is a Wondrous Thing Drabble Series but c'mon it's a drabble series I'll finish it. I'll finish it.
Warning: Failed Humour, Common Story, General Sucky Writing.
“Nino...I’m getting married!”
When you hear that from the man you’ve been pining for the past 10 years you feel like breaking down.
When you hear that from the man who’s been your best friend for the past 15 years, you’ll scream in excitement.
”Nino...my parents declined.”
When you hear that after almost having lost the love of your life, you’d feel like rejoicing, thank the Gods and even fast to show your utter gratitude.
When you hear that the love of your best friend’s life has been snatched away from him, you’d feel like grabbing a six pack and head over to his house cursing the unfair world.
I’m Ninomiya Kazunari and all my life I’ve been a best friend to Ohno Satoshi. Being the proficient best friend I am, I rejoiced and ran around and jumped up and down at hearing him getting married. When in the next two hours Ohno told me his parents wouldn’t accept it, I took him drinking throwing whatever consolations came into my head in his direction.
For further clarification on the situation I’d like to tell you a little about Ohno’s fiancé Amy Ohno Wingham. The Ohno in her name was added in a moment of creativity by none other than my idiot of a best friend while introducing us. She was British and working as a teacher in Japan; A feisty girl and fun to be around a good anchor for Ohno and the antagonist in my life. We were friends probably; it’s been months she’s been going out with Ohno. Ohno was very private about his love life, the only exception was lucky old me with whom he’d share every gore-ey detail.
Ohno had once asked me, in a drunken stupor, to join them in a threesome. It took self-control to refuse. Not because Amy’s ass was particularly enticing but Ohno’s...I’ve been in love with it as far back as I can remember.
Ohno is heterosexual and probably I am too, it would come off as a shock that renowned playboy Ninomiya Kazunari was in love with a man. I’m probably not homosexual but I’m definitely in love with Ohno. I have the pigtail of Ohno’s first girlfriend safely locked in my drawer as proof. Of course over the years I’ve learned to keep a reign on the jealousy and anger management issues but it’s just hard sometimes like now when Ohno was draped across Amy’s lap, a string of love confessions on his lips as they did...whatever they were doing. I just knew that it was pure torture.
You’d think after so long I’d get fed up and just tell him, “Fuck the world and your girlfriends Satoshi I LOVE YOU!” but I didn’t. I was a coward and probably slightly masochistic and probably a bit of an idiot and used to self pity.
Getting back to the renowned playboy thing, it’s a front. To stave off suspicion. Why do you think Satoshi hasn’t figured it out yet? Well, he hasn’t figured it out cause he’s a dope but the rest of the world hasn’t cause I don’t have time for love in all that bed hopping I do. It’s lucky I haven’t contracted AIDS yet. I’m very meticulous about contraception. Right, kids at home use condoms no matter how much you don’t feel like it. Coming back from spreading safe sex awareness, I’m now sitting with one barely clothed girl in each hand and agreeing to being Satoshi’s boyfriend.
Wait...WHAT??!??
It would be an underestimation to say my heart was racing; it just jumped out of my chest as I discarded the girls and leaped at Satoshi. So maybe I missed his confession because I’m a little drunk and was busy wallowing in self pity but damn, I’ve been waiting for way too long.
“Oh I’m so glad you agreed to help me and Amy out!”
Wait...this doesn’t sound like, “Kazu, I’m madly in love with you and have always been, why have you never noticed the angst in my eyes every time you’d flaunt a girl in my face Kazu...Why? Why? Why?”
I came to this brilliant conclusion through two major clues.
One, What Ohno said was much too short.
Two, the sentence had ‘Amy’ in it.
Maybe I’m too drunk to be making promises. But Ohno’s already hugging me and it’s warm and comfortable and I feel like I could just die like this, blissfully in his arms.
Next morning as I nursed a headache to not ache so much anymore I realized I had promised to be Ohno’s boyfriend to make his parents realize that having even a ‘gaijin’ as a daughter-in-law was better than having me as a son-in-law for their son.
That’s what I ended up being...a contrast to show how Amy was better. Is that how Ohno saw me? I know that it’s stupid that after all these years I still hope he’d come around and realize the love of his life has always been in front of him.
But I do.
I dropped back down onto the bed with a sigh, giving up on curing the headache. It provided much needed distraction as I tried hard not to cry. I promised after graduating high school that I would never again cry over Ohno.
Though sometime, on days like this I tend to break promises.
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The next day I found myself seated opposite Ohno’s family, two scrutinizing parents, one gawking sister and her two very-much-interested-in-my-belt-buckle kids.
I wish Ohno was interested in my belt buckle... or what’s underneath it.
“So the person you love...” his father started
“And want to spend the rest of you life with...” His mother continued.
“Is Kazu-chan!” Ohno nodded with vigour and made me blush, it was the first time Ohno called me that, I had made it a point for the girls who throw themselves at me to call me Kazu-chan.
It’s cute and makes me giggle in an unmanly fashion.
When Ohno says it, it’s like I need CPR.
Hmm, if I told Ohno I stopped breathing maybe he might give me CPR. Tempting.
Ohno’s father, who too seemed surprised at the nickname usage took a deep breathe, holding it for an alarmingly long time before letting the air out all at once, “Okay!”
Ohno’s eyes widened and I almost fell off my chair. (well another reason for that because one of Ohno’s niece’s hands found my crotch)
“You guys are really okay with this????” Ohno asked incredulous
Ohno’s mother looked up sadly, “Satoshi we always kind of knew”
Knew? Knew what?
“Satoshi, your father and I had decided long ago that we’d even forego grandchildren for the sake of Satoshi’s happiness if it’s in Ninomiya-san. We trust Ninomiya-san. Maybe you two can adopt or get a surrogate mother or someone to carry your baby.”
Ohno’s father chuckled, “And after yesterday’s discussion we thought you had fallen in love with a gaijin or something! At least Ninomiya has known us since you were a mere child.”
“That and they already have two grandkids, what more do they need?” Ohno’s sister suddenly chirped up from somewhere. She was my hero sort of since childhood; especially now that her grandkid producing skills have saved Satoshi the responsibility.
I felt tears form in my eyes as I wrestled the three year old’s hands decisively out of the vicinity of my crotch. Oh Satoshi, you’re parents could see it, why can’t you? You plus me is equal to perfection. We defy all laws of nature. We’ve clearly been made for each other, who knows, I might even be able to get pregnant through sheer love and willpower if you marry me.
But Satoshi’s gaze remained steely on the table top while his parents smiled pleasantly at us; his mom came over to pull our heads to either of her shoulder and gave us her blessings.
“You’re sure you don’t want grandkids from me?” I admired his last ditch effort while secretly wanting to wring his necks until he died, maybe then I could freeze him and keep him with myself forever.
Ohno stood up and pulled me with him, his sister giggling probably at our linked hands but then a shriek sounded and I realized Ohno’s three year old niece was clinging to my legs. She seems to really like me, or maybe my pheromones are just THAT powerful. I’m not heartless though and I’d have loved to play with her if it was anyone but Satoshi holding my hand then.
But it WAS Satoshi pulling my hand and after wrestling the kid off my foot with promises of more lap huggles and warm milk and cookies I followed him to his bedroom.
I practically live in this room but today knowing that I was ‘Satoshi’s bride approved’ I felt like I came here for the first time. It’s amusing how much people’s perspective of the same thing can change how you view them.
I felt my cheeks get hotter as I looked at his bed and Satoshi kicked the door close and plopped down on it.
Okay...not good **kyaaaaa**
I shuffled over to his desk chair and sat down, Satoshi gave me a puzzled look and pointed to the free space beside him on the bed.
More shuffling ensued as I edged slowly towards him. Satoshi only sighed and when I got close enough he pulled me down onto the bed and snuggled into my shoulder.
SATOSHI WANTED TO KILL ME. **PANTS**
I brought my hands up into his hair and stroked his short hair back from his forehead.
“I can’t believe it didn’t work.”
“Mmm”
Satoshi sighed and killed me a little more as he snuggled closer throwing a leg over mine and turned me into an impromptu bolster.
His door opened and his mom walked in with tea. She seemed almost about to drop it. Quickly composing herself (Satoshi’s quick reflexes and fluid movements are genetic, yes) she set the tea down and coughed lightly, uneasily, “Sorry to bother you boys.” She left us in the wake of her high pitched giggle.
I don’t get why she apologised, she must have seen this scene a hundreds times already. Satoshi and I were sort of touchy-feely.
And then I remembered how I reacted to the room. Did she think that this was an intimate moment?
Oh.
But this was common Satoshi and Nino behaviour and it finally hit me why she said that they all sort of knew. For two boys who cuddled together into manhood, turning out to be lovers must not be an earth shattering shock.
I knew, Satoshi’s family knew, my mom and sister probably knew too. WHY THE HELL DIDN’T SATOSHI KNOW!??!
**Can someone please tell me Ohno and MatsuJun's sister's name. if possible Nino's sister name. Any and all family members name known to you PLEASE TELL ME! OR I will have to make them up.
EDIT Feb 16th, 2017 : If you're here from the award list and want to find the rest of the work here is my fic index: Scroll down to series section to find My BFF's Wedding (I'm sorry for being too lazy to link every chapter >.