[Series] A Little Bit More Than Just... 8
Title: A Little Bit More Than Just
Series: Chapter 8 - Heart
Rating: PG 15 for a few erm.. words
Pairing: Ohmiya yay! And a smidge of Sakuraiba
Notes: I'm very sorry that this will suck so bad to read. I rushed to finish it because I know that if I don’t update this holiday, the next update will be during my summer vacation. This is dedicated to my wonderful darling bebe (lol one of them actually)
chants_xan Thanks as always to my beautiful Monica
anomic_tm
Links: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
“Excuse me, it’s fucking business,” Jun had said curtly as he left the lounge in urgent strides, leaving behind a semi-suffocating silence.
The bathroom door had barely closed behind Jun when Nino gave a loud, quite uncharacteristic sigh and exclaimed, “FINALLY! I thought he’d never leave! God, he’s so creepy, with his moaning and shit! He probably jacks off to me. EEEEW!” Nino shivered involuntarily at the thought. “He’s so creepy! Don’t you find him creepy Ohchan?”
Ohno stared vaguely at the talkative young man that had replaced the brooding cool man that had been in his place mere moments before. “Oh-Ohchan?” he asked shyly, a faint tinge of pink pleasure creeping across his cheeks.
“Oops! Sorry, but it suits you far better than ‘Ohno-kun’ does. Can I just call you Ohchan instead?” Ohno nodded and smiled. Ohchan… He liked that. No one had ever called him that before and truthfully, Ninomiya-san calling him that made his stomach tingle happily.
“Sooo…” Nino said looking back at the bathroom door. “Are you really living with that guy? Because he doesn’t seem the type to take in nice kids like you. In fact, I think he’s downright evil! But if he really did take you in then that would be like the nicest thing he’d EVER be capable of doing and I owe him a little bit of respect.”
“Y-yeah… I do live in his house. B-but only recently. My mama died yesterday.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” Nino placed a hand on his shoulder.
“This was hers,” whispered Ohno, pulling out the small silver locket he was wearing from under his shirt. “I just gave it to her the other night. It says, ‘Always.’ I never thought that ‘always’ would end so quickly.”
Nino looked at the pale fingers that held the small silver heart. Ohno sighed and a dark shadow passed over his eyes. “He killed her,” he said darkly.
“What?” Nino looked up.
“That’s why I’m living at his place… because he ran over my mama and his mother told him to take care of me….” Ohno blinked his tears away and said suddenly, “Oh I’m sorry to be boring you with all my drama Ninomiya-san. I shouldn’t, in fact.”
“Call me Nino. I like it better.” Nino smiled weakly, recovering a bit from the nasty shock from Ohno’s all-too-sudden revelation. A few awkward silences passed by before Nino broke it. "You know, the Lord's done some awful things in his life. See, he's the only son of a rich and powerful family and he's basically used to getting everything he wants. And I mean everything. I heard he's very powerful Underground and a lot of families are mourning because of him. I don't know how or why he does it, but 'what Jun wants, Jun gets' and anyone who stands in the way are taken care of. He's done a lot of evil things in his life but what he's done to you and your mother is probably the worst thing he's ever done. You know, if he wasn’t my best customer I'd kill him."
Ohno raised an eyebrow, feeling a tad bit cheered up.
"But if I killed him, then I can't pay the rent."
"Oh really? So rent matters?" Ohno laughed lightly.
"Yes, rent matters!" Nino exclaimed, heartily enjoying the change in topic, "If I can't pay rent, then where would me and my brother live? I mean, we still need shelter! We're not as lucky as you who has some rich dude to take care of all his needs. We still need to work for ours! But you had better brace yourself kid, for when you start living on your own! Living may be a right but it's expensive!
"You do know you sound like an old man." Ohno teased, feeling comfortable enough to actually look at Nino. He had warm eyes, Ohno realized, and a crisp smile… and a funny little mole on his chin. Ohno wanted to touch it but restrained himself. That would be too weird.
"Well, I know I'm older than you."
"By only a few years, am I right? You still look pretty young to me."
"Yeah let's just say if we went to the same elementary school I could've bullied you, or protect you from bullies, your choice."
Ohno shook his head laughing. "Please, I think I'd rather you protect me. I just hope you throw a good punch because the bullies I know do NOT go down easily."
"Well, I used to protect my brother a lot from bullies when we were kids. So I think you'll be safe with me." Nino smiled.
"I wish I had someone like you when I was younger. Maybe I wouldn't be the loser that I am today."
"You're not a loser, Ohchan," Nino said with a serious face. "In fact, you're downright fascinating, with your long hair, nonstop stuttering and girly fingernails." Nino reached over, took Ohno's hand and surveyed his long, clean fingernails. "How do you keep them like this?"
Ohno's smile squirmed as warmth tingled up his fingers from Nino's soft hand. He looked at Nino's expectant face and happily plunged into his nail routine.
For once in his life he was enjoying himself.
~~
Sho looked over at the couple in the private lounge. They seemed to be getting along well now that the Lord's disappeared, and that was more than fine for him. The kid seemed like a sad one and Nino's the right good cure for sad ones. And maybe the boy can cure Nino too.
He washed a spoon with a little smile on his face.
He glanced at the main lounge, littered with empty tables. It was still a bit early for customers, though an hour had already passed since the Lord's arrival. He could hear the faint buzz of chit-chat of the other hosts through the thick wall of the employee lounge behind him. He opened a drawer, shoved the spoon in and sat down on his little bar stool, wiping his hands on his apron. He hummed a soft tune to himself and gently tapped a beat on his counter. He stared off to space for a bit when we suddenly felt his pocket vibrating.
He took out his phone and answered, "Yo! Sakurai Sho here."
"Sa-sakurai! It's Toma!" came a breathless, panicked voice.
"Toma! What's wrong?"
"Ma-ma-ma- "
"Your mother?"
"NO! Masa-nii-chan!"
"What about Masaki?!" Sho's voice tightened, his brows furrowing.
"He... He... He..."
"TOMA!" Sho boomed, terrified at what might have happened to Masaki. He was in a terribly fragile stage of his illness. This might be dangerous for him. They can’t lose Masaki. They can't. He can't. Sho's fingers prickled, wanting to slap Toma. "GET A GRIP TOMA AND TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!"
"He collapsed in the bakery a while ago! We've rushed him to the General Hospital! Tell Nino to come here! NOW!"
Panicked, Sho screamed across the club, "Nino! Masaki's been rushed to the General Hospital!"
Across the room, with his hands gently squishing Ohno's soft ones, an unsuspecting Nino felt the words hit his head like a bulldozer.
"What?" He looked up, eyes glittering with terror.
"GO! NOW!"
At Sho's command, Nino stood up and ran as fast as he could, outside the lounge, up the entrance stairs, and out into the street. All he could hear was the blood rushing in his head, and the heart beating in his chest. He dodged traffic dangerously, running like a madman. His legs were starting to kill him but he held on. He had to. Masaki was the one thought that ran through his head. Nothing else mattered. Not the Lord. Not his money. Nothing. He can't lose Masaki. No…
Masaki, hang on. I'm coming.
Series: Chapter 8 - Heart
Rating: PG 15 for a few erm.. words
Pairing: Ohmiya yay! And a smidge of Sakuraiba
Notes: I'm very sorry that this will suck so bad to read. I rushed to finish it because I know that if I don’t update this holiday, the next update will be during my summer vacation. This is dedicated to my wonderful darling bebe (lol one of them actually)
chants_xan Thanks as always to my beautiful Monica
anomic_tm
Links: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7
“Excuse me, it’s fucking business,” Jun had said curtly as he left the lounge in urgent strides, leaving behind a semi-suffocating silence.
The bathroom door had barely closed behind Jun when Nino gave a loud, quite uncharacteristic sigh and exclaimed, “FINALLY! I thought he’d never leave! God, he’s so creepy, with his moaning and shit! He probably jacks off to me. EEEEW!” Nino shivered involuntarily at the thought. “He’s so creepy! Don’t you find him creepy Ohchan?”
Ohno stared vaguely at the talkative young man that had replaced the brooding cool man that had been in his place mere moments before. “Oh-Ohchan?” he asked shyly, a faint tinge of pink pleasure creeping across his cheeks.
“Oops! Sorry, but it suits you far better than ‘Ohno-kun’ does. Can I just call you Ohchan instead?” Ohno nodded and smiled. Ohchan… He liked that. No one had ever called him that before and truthfully, Ninomiya-san calling him that made his stomach tingle happily.
“Sooo…” Nino said looking back at the bathroom door. “Are you really living with that guy? Because he doesn’t seem the type to take in nice kids like you. In fact, I think he’s downright evil! But if he really did take you in then that would be like the nicest thing he’d EVER be capable of doing and I owe him a little bit of respect.”
“Y-yeah… I do live in his house. B-but only recently. My mama died yesterday.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” Nino placed a hand on his shoulder.
“This was hers,” whispered Ohno, pulling out the small silver locket he was wearing from under his shirt. “I just gave it to her the other night. It says, ‘Always.’ I never thought that ‘always’ would end so quickly.”
Nino looked at the pale fingers that held the small silver heart. Ohno sighed and a dark shadow passed over his eyes. “He killed her,” he said darkly.
“What?” Nino looked up.
“That’s why I’m living at his place… because he ran over my mama and his mother told him to take care of me….” Ohno blinked his tears away and said suddenly, “Oh I’m sorry to be boring you with all my drama Ninomiya-san. I shouldn’t, in fact.”
“Call me Nino. I like it better.” Nino smiled weakly, recovering a bit from the nasty shock from Ohno’s all-too-sudden revelation. A few awkward silences passed by before Nino broke it. "You know, the Lord's done some awful things in his life. See, he's the only son of a rich and powerful family and he's basically used to getting everything he wants. And I mean everything. I heard he's very powerful Underground and a lot of families are mourning because of him. I don't know how or why he does it, but 'what Jun wants, Jun gets' and anyone who stands in the way are taken care of. He's done a lot of evil things in his life but what he's done to you and your mother is probably the worst thing he's ever done. You know, if he wasn’t my best customer I'd kill him."
Ohno raised an eyebrow, feeling a tad bit cheered up.
"But if I killed him, then I can't pay the rent."
"Oh really? So rent matters?" Ohno laughed lightly.
"Yes, rent matters!" Nino exclaimed, heartily enjoying the change in topic, "If I can't pay rent, then where would me and my brother live? I mean, we still need shelter! We're not as lucky as you who has some rich dude to take care of all his needs. We still need to work for ours! But you had better brace yourself kid, for when you start living on your own! Living may be a right but it's expensive!
"You do know you sound like an old man." Ohno teased, feeling comfortable enough to actually look at Nino. He had warm eyes, Ohno realized, and a crisp smile… and a funny little mole on his chin. Ohno wanted to touch it but restrained himself. That would be too weird.
"Well, I know I'm older than you."
"By only a few years, am I right? You still look pretty young to me."
"Yeah let's just say if we went to the same elementary school I could've bullied you, or protect you from bullies, your choice."
Ohno shook his head laughing. "Please, I think I'd rather you protect me. I just hope you throw a good punch because the bullies I know do NOT go down easily."
"Well, I used to protect my brother a lot from bullies when we were kids. So I think you'll be safe with me." Nino smiled.
"I wish I had someone like you when I was younger. Maybe I wouldn't be the loser that I am today."
"You're not a loser, Ohchan," Nino said with a serious face. "In fact, you're downright fascinating, with your long hair, nonstop stuttering and girly fingernails." Nino reached over, took Ohno's hand and surveyed his long, clean fingernails. "How do you keep them like this?"
Ohno's smile squirmed as warmth tingled up his fingers from Nino's soft hand. He looked at Nino's expectant face and happily plunged into his nail routine.
For once in his life he was enjoying himself.
~~
Sho looked over at the couple in the private lounge. They seemed to be getting along well now that the Lord's disappeared, and that was more than fine for him. The kid seemed like a sad one and Nino's the right good cure for sad ones. And maybe the boy can cure Nino too.
He washed a spoon with a little smile on his face.
He glanced at the main lounge, littered with empty tables. It was still a bit early for customers, though an hour had already passed since the Lord's arrival. He could hear the faint buzz of chit-chat of the other hosts through the thick wall of the employee lounge behind him. He opened a drawer, shoved the spoon in and sat down on his little bar stool, wiping his hands on his apron. He hummed a soft tune to himself and gently tapped a beat on his counter. He stared off to space for a bit when we suddenly felt his pocket vibrating.
He took out his phone and answered, "Yo! Sakurai Sho here."
"Sa-sakurai! It's Toma!" came a breathless, panicked voice.
"Toma! What's wrong?"
"Ma-ma-ma- "
"Your mother?"
"NO! Masa-nii-chan!"
"What about Masaki?!" Sho's voice tightened, his brows furrowing.
"He... He... He..."
"TOMA!" Sho boomed, terrified at what might have happened to Masaki. He was in a terribly fragile stage of his illness. This might be dangerous for him. They can’t lose Masaki. They can't. He can't. Sho's fingers prickled, wanting to slap Toma. "GET A GRIP TOMA AND TELL ME WHAT HAPPENED!"
"He collapsed in the bakery a while ago! We've rushed him to the General Hospital! Tell Nino to come here! NOW!"
Panicked, Sho screamed across the club, "Nino! Masaki's been rushed to the General Hospital!"
Across the room, with his hands gently squishing Ohno's soft ones, an unsuspecting Nino felt the words hit his head like a bulldozer.
"What?" He looked up, eyes glittering with terror.
"GO! NOW!"
At Sho's command, Nino stood up and ran as fast as he could, outside the lounge, up the entrance stairs, and out into the street. All he could hear was the blood rushing in his head, and the heart beating in his chest. He dodged traffic dangerously, running like a madman. His legs were starting to kill him but he held on. He had to. Masaki was the one thought that ran through his head. Nothing else mattered. Not the Lord. Not his money. Nothing. He can't lose Masaki. No…
Masaki, hang on. I'm coming.