Ryusei yori Dango (Boys over shooting stars) Season 2 [Chapter 1]
Title: Ryusei yori Dango (Boys over shooting stars) Season 2
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Matsumiya, Ohmiya, Sakuraiba, slight one-sided Sakumiya
Summary: In the 1st season, we left of at Jun leaving for New York. Nino was offered a job as a chef for a renowned family in New York. So when the two meet after a year, what Matsumiya-ish stuff would happen?
Disclaimer: If I was older than Kitagawa, I would have gotten to them first!
Note: Due to lack of materials from Ryusei no Kizuna, I will be twisting stuff from HanaDan with my whimsical imagination.
Note: The italics are English. Don’t mind the vulgarities, I’m just quoting.
Chapter 1:
Nino’s POV
It has been almost a year since I last saw JunL. Wonder how he’s doing…
He hasn’t contacted me for at least 9 months now!! What if something bad happened to him?!?! I guess he must be really busy…. After all, he is an idiot and needs more time to study :p
At lot had happened in this one year:
1) “Oi Ninomiya!” shouted a really drunk Oikawa Sousuke, “Do you know what social disparity is?”
“Yes,” I replied, what kind of idiot doesn’t know what that is?
“It’s a lot like you and Matsumoto-san, right?”
Oh great! Even my stupider than stupid guardian have the false impression of Jun and I being a couple. We haven’t even seen each other for 1 year!! I bet you he’s out with some Blondie…
2) “Delivery for Ninomiya Kazunari,”
I was half expecting a lorry full of cookies being delivered by Matsumoto Tsukasa, Jun’s brother, a,k,a the guy who murdered my parents, but it was actually a letter….
“Dear Ninomiya-san,” I read out loud, “We’re pleased to inform you that you have been specially selected to work as a personal chef…”
WHAT THE? The rest of the letter was pretty much nonsensical crap. I was going to deny it at first, but that was until I saw where that guy who sent me the letter lived - New York. So if I do accept, I would be working at New York for a whole month… where Jun is….
3) When I told George-san about the offer, he didn’t seem too please with it.
“NINO!!” yelled an over enthusiastic Aiba as he dragged Sho into George Clooney, “There’s a new kangaroo exhibit at the zoo!”
Aiba and Sho were officially going out.
Sometimes I feel really jealous of the both of them, it’s not fair how they have each other, while my Jun is on the other side of the globe L NOT FAIR!!
Every time I look at Sho, I can’t help but glance away immediately. That look he gave me was so….weird, kinda like somebody had torn up his newspapers or something.
In the end, I did accept the offer. I don’t really know who my boss is yet, the guy who called me up just said he was a Japanese working in New York. Yes, that was very helpful. So that’s how I ended up here….
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“MATSUMOTO!!!”
The guys grabbing Nino backed off immediately, clutching their ears while stumbling away from him.
“Matsumoto? You telling me you’re a friend of this Matsumoto?! You must be crazy man!”
Seizing the opportunity, Nino took off in the opposite direction.
“What the-!” cursed two out of the four men, giving chase at once. It was only a matter of time before they caught up with Nino who was disadvantaged as he was unfamiliar with his surroundings.
“What the heck do you think you’re doing?” growled one of them when he caught up and pushed Nino to the floor. Seconds later, the other three were on top of him, trying to find his wallet or something valuable.
“Matsumoto!” wailed Nino again, trying his best to get some help.
Just then, a fishing net was thrown at the thug in the middle, causing him into snarl and turn around.
“No way….” Breathed Nino
“Leave him alone,” said Nino’s savior coolly.
“Who the fuck are you?” barked the one who was hit, discarding Nino and walking up to the new guy. They were about to bash him up when he whipped out a gun in the speed of light and pointed it squarely at the ring-leader’s forehead.
“Get outta here,” he continued, threatening to pull the trigger. They didn’t need to be told twice.
The brown haired man walked up to Nino and knelt down beside him, “it’s actually a paint gun,” he explained.
“Thank you, Ohno-san”
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Nino now found himself seated in Ohno’s Lamborghini, sneaking a glance at the driver every once in a while.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in France?” asked Nino, after pondering for a really time if he should ask his question or not, “and how did you know I needed help?”
“I’m visiting a friend,” replied Ohno, his eyes never leaving the road, “and my personal assistant forgot to tell you to wait at the airport,”
“Huh?”
Ohno then briefly explained how he was the one who hired him as he had longed for Japanese food.
Silence engulfed the orange sports car once again as both of them couldn’t find anything to say. But that didn’t pose much of a problem as they reached their destination.
“Here we are!” announced Ohno happily, guiding Nino through an enormous castle, which is apparently Ohno’s friend’s house and where he’ll be working for the next month.
Nino jaws dropped as they went through the front door - a chocolate waterfall splashed happily to Nino’s right, its source coming from so high up it couldn’t be seen; the floor was an endless piece of glass which showed millions of fishes and a whale swimming merrily beneath his feet; a roller coaster swooshed past at breakneck speed; the walls a mammoth LCD screen, displaying pictures of a guy, who was probably the owner of this theme park-house, doing random poses with Ohno, Sho and ….
“Jun,” breathed Nino, not believing such a house actually existed.
Ohno smiled happily to himself as he gently pushed the awe-struck Nino into an elevator. Once inside, Nino nearly fainted at the thousands of buttons which lined the glass walls, each button with a brass label beneath it, stating the place: Kitchen, Art room, Candy storeroom, Chocolate storeroom, Archery range, bowling alley, squash court, golf course, DisneyLand….
“This elevator goes upwards, downwards, rightwards, leftwards, frontwards, backwards, 10 degree-wards, 36 degree-wards, 87 degree-wards, 169 degree-wards and even fish-wards!”
Nino nodded as he watched Ohno pressed the ‘Toma’s room’ button. The lift took off the moment Ohno’s fingers left the small plastic button, going straight up at lightning speed, before propelling to the right, and then northwest, followed by diving south-east.
The elevator came to a final stop with a soft ‘ping’ sound. Ohno stared blankly at the opening door, as though accustomed to the physics-defying, fish-ward going elevators, while Nino was crouched on the floor, willing himself to not throw up.
“Satoshi, you’re here~” said the same guy displayed on the LCD walls looking up from his work desk.
“Hi, Toma!” greeted Ohno, pulling Nino out of the crazy elevator, “I brought Nino-kun too!”
Toma stood up from his desk and examined Nino from head to toe. He must have been satisfied, for grinned at them and ran up to where Ohno and Nino were.
“Hi, Nino-kun,” said Toma, grabbing Nino’s hand and shaking it like it was the handle of a water pump, “I’m Toma. Ikuta Toma. So you must be the guy cooks the world’s best Hayashi Rice!”
Nino nodded unsurely.
Toma then proceeded to show Nino his room, which thankfully the elevator only needed to go straight up to get to, and the kitchen.
“One more thing,” said Toma suddenly, “You’re coming with me and Satoshi to a party tonight!”
“Party?!” asked Nino, stunned, “but I’m just a chef…”
“So? Besides, I have plenty of other chefs to take care of your duties!”
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Matsumiya, Ohmiya, Sakuraiba, slight one-sided Sakumiya
Summary: In the 1st season, we left of at Jun leaving for New York. Nino was offered a job as a chef for a renowned family in New York. So when the two meet after a year, what Matsumiya-ish stuff would happen?
Disclaimer: If I was older than Kitagawa, I would have gotten to them first!
Note: Due to lack of materials from Ryusei no Kizuna, I will be twisting stuff from HanaDan with my whimsical imagination.
Note: The italics are English. Don’t mind the vulgarities, I’m just quoting.
Chapter 1:
Nino’s POV
It has been almost a year since I last saw JunL. Wonder how he’s doing…
He hasn’t contacted me for at least 9 months now!! What if something bad happened to him?!?! I guess he must be really busy…. After all, he is an idiot and needs more time to study :p
At lot had happened in this one year:
1) “Oi Ninomiya!” shouted a really drunk Oikawa Sousuke, “Do you know what social disparity is?”
“Yes,” I replied, what kind of idiot doesn’t know what that is?
“It’s a lot like you and Matsumoto-san, right?”
Oh great! Even my stupider than stupid guardian have the false impression of Jun and I being a couple. We haven’t even seen each other for 1 year!! I bet you he’s out with some Blondie…
2) “Delivery for Ninomiya Kazunari,”
I was half expecting a lorry full of cookies being delivered by Matsumoto Tsukasa, Jun’s brother, a,k,a the guy who murdered my parents, but it was actually a letter….
“Dear Ninomiya-san,” I read out loud, “We’re pleased to inform you that you have been specially selected to work as a personal chef…”
WHAT THE? The rest of the letter was pretty much nonsensical crap. I was going to deny it at first, but that was until I saw where that guy who sent me the letter lived - New York. So if I do accept, I would be working at New York for a whole month… where Jun is….
3) When I told George-san about the offer, he didn’t seem too please with it.
“NINO!!” yelled an over enthusiastic Aiba as he dragged Sho into George Clooney, “There’s a new kangaroo exhibit at the zoo!”
Aiba and Sho were officially going out.
Sometimes I feel really jealous of the both of them, it’s not fair how they have each other, while my Jun is on the other side of the globe L NOT FAIR!!
Every time I look at Sho, I can’t help but glance away immediately. That look he gave me was so….weird, kinda like somebody had torn up his newspapers or something.
In the end, I did accept the offer. I don’t really know who my boss is yet, the guy who called me up just said he was a Japanese working in New York. Yes, that was very helpful. So that’s how I ended up here….
*
*
*
“MATSUMOTO!!!”
The guys grabbing Nino backed off immediately, clutching their ears while stumbling away from him.
“Matsumoto? You telling me you’re a friend of this Matsumoto?! You must be crazy man!”
Seizing the opportunity, Nino took off in the opposite direction.
“What the-!” cursed two out of the four men, giving chase at once. It was only a matter of time before they caught up with Nino who was disadvantaged as he was unfamiliar with his surroundings.
“What the heck do you think you’re doing?” growled one of them when he caught up and pushed Nino to the floor. Seconds later, the other three were on top of him, trying to find his wallet or something valuable.
“Matsumoto!” wailed Nino again, trying his best to get some help.
Just then, a fishing net was thrown at the thug in the middle, causing him into snarl and turn around.
“No way….” Breathed Nino
“Leave him alone,” said Nino’s savior coolly.
“Who the fuck are you?” barked the one who was hit, discarding Nino and walking up to the new guy. They were about to bash him up when he whipped out a gun in the speed of light and pointed it squarely at the ring-leader’s forehead.
“Get outta here,” he continued, threatening to pull the trigger. They didn’t need to be told twice.
The brown haired man walked up to Nino and knelt down beside him, “it’s actually a paint gun,” he explained.
“Thank you, Ohno-san”
*
*
*
Nino now found himself seated in Ohno’s Lamborghini, sneaking a glance at the driver every once in a while.
“Aren’t you supposed to be in France?” asked Nino, after pondering for a really time if he should ask his question or not, “and how did you know I needed help?”
“I’m visiting a friend,” replied Ohno, his eyes never leaving the road, “and my personal assistant forgot to tell you to wait at the airport,”
“Huh?”
Ohno then briefly explained how he was the one who hired him as he had longed for Japanese food.
Silence engulfed the orange sports car once again as both of them couldn’t find anything to say. But that didn’t pose much of a problem as they reached their destination.
“Here we are!” announced Ohno happily, guiding Nino through an enormous castle, which is apparently Ohno’s friend’s house and where he’ll be working for the next month.
Nino jaws dropped as they went through the front door - a chocolate waterfall splashed happily to Nino’s right, its source coming from so high up it couldn’t be seen; the floor was an endless piece of glass which showed millions of fishes and a whale swimming merrily beneath his feet; a roller coaster swooshed past at breakneck speed; the walls a mammoth LCD screen, displaying pictures of a guy, who was probably the owner of this theme park-house, doing random poses with Ohno, Sho and ….
“Jun,” breathed Nino, not believing such a house actually existed.
Ohno smiled happily to himself as he gently pushed the awe-struck Nino into an elevator. Once inside, Nino nearly fainted at the thousands of buttons which lined the glass walls, each button with a brass label beneath it, stating the place: Kitchen, Art room, Candy storeroom, Chocolate storeroom, Archery range, bowling alley, squash court, golf course, DisneyLand….
“This elevator goes upwards, downwards, rightwards, leftwards, frontwards, backwards, 10 degree-wards, 36 degree-wards, 87 degree-wards, 169 degree-wards and even fish-wards!”
Nino nodded as he watched Ohno pressed the ‘Toma’s room’ button. The lift took off the moment Ohno’s fingers left the small plastic button, going straight up at lightning speed, before propelling to the right, and then northwest, followed by diving south-east.
The elevator came to a final stop with a soft ‘ping’ sound. Ohno stared blankly at the opening door, as though accustomed to the physics-defying, fish-ward going elevators, while Nino was crouched on the floor, willing himself to not throw up.
“Satoshi, you’re here~” said the same guy displayed on the LCD walls looking up from his work desk.
“Hi, Toma!” greeted Ohno, pulling Nino out of the crazy elevator, “I brought Nino-kun too!”
Toma stood up from his desk and examined Nino from head to toe. He must have been satisfied, for grinned at them and ran up to where Ohno and Nino were.
“Hi, Nino-kun,” said Toma, grabbing Nino’s hand and shaking it like it was the handle of a water pump, “I’m Toma. Ikuta Toma. So you must be the guy cooks the world’s best Hayashi Rice!”
Nino nodded unsurely.
Toma then proceeded to show Nino his room, which thankfully the elevator only needed to go straight up to get to, and the kitchen.
“One more thing,” said Toma suddenly, “You’re coming with me and Satoshi to a party tonight!”
“Party?!” asked Nino, stunned, “but I’m just a chef…”
“So? Besides, I have plenty of other chefs to take care of your duties!”