[Multi-chapter] Mikazuki (Crescent moon) Chapter 27/29
Title: 三日月 (Crescent moon)
Authors: syunikiss1990
Bet: geminib ArigaPYON~!
Pairing: Matsumiya (main), Sakuraiba (side), Ohmiya (one-sided)
Genre: AU, Angst, Drama, Psychological
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: We don't own them. Not that we don't want to though...
A/N: A/N: Whole thing is freely based on movie "Girl, interrupted". We took title from Ayaka's song Mikazuki, which lyrics somehow fits the whole story. Enjoy ;)
*MASTERPOST*
His stage play was a success. Maybe it wasn't a big hit, but a great amount of people came to watch it every night. Some nights had even sold out and even though it was only a small venue, Matsumoto couldn't be happier. A few critics had been positive about the story and this even gave him a small moment of fame. It was nothing compared to what he had before, but it felt much better. Much more natural, so to say.
A knock on his door got him out of his thoughts. He smiled to his reflection, fixing his hair before he stood up to open the door of his small office. He had expected someone from the cast or the staff, but instead a small man with a big burn mark on his face was looking at him with a wide smile.
"Ohno-san?" Jun said surprised, looking at the smaller man in front of him. Something about him was different, but Jun thought it was mostly because of the smile the man had on his face. Now that he thought of it, he had never really seen the older man smile.
"I saw your play." Ohno said, his voice much stronger than ever before. "I read about it somewhere and thought it would be a great opportunity to see if I could meet you again."
"I see." Matsumoto said, a smile spreading on his face. For a moment he wanted to invite the man in, but then he thought of something else. "Want to go out for a drink?"
"Or maybe you want to come to my place for a drink? I live close by and it's much easier to talk than in a busy bar." Ohno said, his smile widening when Jun nodded.
"Give me a few minutes to get my stuff." The taller man said, turning around and leaving the door open in a silent invitation. As he quickly packed his belongings he heard the older man shuffle around a bit, probably looking at the paintings on the wall. When Jun was done and turned around he saw Satoshi indeed staring at one of the paintings.
"I could use a new one you know." Matsumoto said, slightly startling the smaller man. Surprised Ohno turned around.
"A new one?"
"Yeah, I'm getting tired of these. Any chance you could make me one? Or did you stop making art?" Ohno smiled slightly.
"I didn't stop but... I don't know." Matsumoto smiled widely, gesturing the other man to follow him out of the door and locking his office.
"I would be honored to have one of your art pieces, no matter what it is. I loved your drawings. I'll pay for it." Ohno stayed silent for a while as they walked out of the building. He only directed Matsumoto towards his apartment, indeed not far away from the theatre.
"I'll think about it." The smaller man finally said when they arrived. Jun simply smiled and nodded, sitting down on the couch as Satoshi got them something to drink.
"So what are you doing now you are out of the clinic?" Jun asked, taking a big gulp of the beer he was handed.
"I went back to school. An art school to be exact. I didn't know what I wanted to do, but I knew I love to draw so I decided to give that a shot. I'm slowly learning more different techniques and they are teaching me how to teach others." Matsumoto smiled, easily picturing Ohno to be an art teacher.
"It suits you. I'm glad you can do what you love." He raised his can at the older man, smiling even wider when Ohno did the same.
"And you? Back to the theatre?" Satoshi asked.
"In a way yes. I'm writing plays now, like you saw before. And I'm helping with the directing of those plays and some others in the small theatre I work at. Honestly, I think it suits me much better than acting. It makes me much calmer and I can be myself instead of someone else." Jun looked at the other man, wondering if this was a good timing to bring it up, but he decided he could do it now as well as later.
"You know, you couldn't have a better timing. I just wanted to start writing another play and I had an idea to write a story based on your life." Ohno looked at him with wide eyes.
"Based on my life?" He asked uncertain. "Why would anyone watch a play based on that?"
Jun smiled. "Because it is a great story. You got disfigured by an accident and even though there were a lot of struggles, you managed to find your own way with it. People like this kind of stories, they can project their own troubles in it and see that even though life can be hard, you can always find your own way with it." Satoshi looked at him, still doubtful, but Jun could see that the man was considering it.
"Of course I would change a lot of things, nobody would be able to recognize it is about you. Except us of course, and maybe some others that know you closely." Matsumoto wandered off slightly, realizing he reached some point he wanted to avoid. The others in the clinic. After he had left, he had a few meetings with Soejima but they always avoided talking about the patients that were still inside. Especially Nino, since Matsumoto had tried to shut the man completely out of his life at first.
"He will come out someday." Ohno said, seemingly out of nowhere, but Matsumoto knew perfectly well who he was talking about. The comment surprised him even though he was not sure why exactly.
"He is a hopeless case." He muttered softly, trying to keep the lie he had told himself for a long time now alive.
"You know he isn't. After you left he started to change. He is determined to get out of there and soon that might happen. When I left five months ago, he wasn't a hopeless case anymore. He pulled some tricks when Sho and Masaki left but Goto saw through it. He might get out soon, even though it probably scares him."
"Sho and Masaki are out of the clinic as well?" Jun asked slightly surprised, trying to change the subject at the same time. Satoshi nodded.
"A little while ago. They were able to leave together. You should write a play about them." Jun grinned, somehow glad Satoshi let the subject of Nino go.
"Maybe next time. But I'm glad they could leave together, they clearly belong together anyway." Ohno nodded.
"That's exactly what everyone was thinking, so even though Masaki could have gotten out much sooner, they allowed him to stay until Sho could go out as well. They live together in this city now, maybe you can meet them someday. I can give you the address if you want." Satoshi was already writing something down on a paper before Jun could object. And when he thought about it, it could be a good idea to meet with them sometime.
"I think I'll give them a visit then. Maybe we can all meet." Ohno smiled slightly, his eyes changing and looking at somewhere far away.
"That would be a good idea when Nino get's out of the clinic. We should properly celebrate then." Matsumoto sighed.
"I don't know."
"Nino knows where I live. I invited him to stay here if he wants, but I know he would much rather stay with you." The bluntness of this statement coming from the man who didn't speak a word when they had met surprised Jun. Suddenly he started to feel uncomfortable, looking around and trying to find a way out.
"Maybe I should go, I have to get up early and I'm sure you have better things to do." Satoshi still smiled strangely but stood up as well.
"It was nice talking to you, I hope we can meet again in the future." The older man said as he opened the front door of his apartment. Matsumoto agreed with him, giving the other man his address and phone number and only a few minutes later he was on his way home again. He slowly walked through the dark streets, taking his time to get home and letting the night breeze to cool his slightly heated body off.
He was glad he could meet his former roommate again, pleasantly surprised by how well he was doing. But it gave him something to think about. If Nino wasn't a hopeless case anymore it could mean that the older man would come out of the clinic someday. It could mean that he would be able to see him again. But the question was if he wanted to meet the older man again. Hadn't he decided to close that chapter of his life? Even though he knew it might not be a wise thing to do, he could feel his body longing to the older man. Not only to his touches but simply to his warmth as well.
"Is it really love after all?" He softly muttered to himself, getting his keys out of his pocket when he realized he was standing in front of the door of his apartment. After kicking his shoes off he sat down next to a small table, staring out of the window to the crescent moon. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know if it was love or not. If it was love, what would it mean if Kazunari would get out of the clinic? Should he contact him, asking him to come visit him when he would get out? But what if he wouldn't come? What if the smaller man simply didn't feel the same? Would it matter? Should it matter in the first place? He was fine with how things were right now. True, he didn't have anyone close to him for a long time now. He hadn't shared his bed with anyone after he woke up after that phone call some time ago.
Again he started to wonder why that was in the first place. After he had woken up every touch felt like betrayal. And even though he told himself differently, he knew he was feeling like he was betraying Ninomiya. But that wasn't logical, they never had anything serious in the first place. Or did they? He sighed deeply and got up. It was clear he needed some answers and there was only one person who could give him those. He grabbed a pen and a few papers, sitting at his small table after getting himself a glass of water. He didn't know how long he sat there or how many times he started over, but the sun was already starting to rise when he finally managed to write the older man a short letter that didn't sound desperate or cheesy for his liking. With a deep sigh he let himself fall back on the floor, surrounded by pieces of paper with unfinished letters.
He couldn't help to wonder if it would be enough. It wasn't much, only an invitation but he simply couldn't put the right words on paper. It wasn't something he could simply write down. As he slowly let the sleep take over him, the sunlight illuminated the finished letter on the table.