Picturesque Melody
Title: Picturesque Melody
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Ohmiya
Summary: A deaf painter meets a blind pianist
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Ohno Satoshi walked the streets of Tokyo, taking in the spectacular sights of shiny vehicles and multi-colored buildings. The spoonful of cha-han that was being slowly chewed to bits exploded with flavor in his mouth, making the grin on Ohno’s face all the more wider. The air was cool and a gentle breeze occasionally tousled his already messy sandy brown hair. His surroundings smelt heavenly too. Being surrounded by tons of stalls selling all sorts of yummy snacks, of course it had to.
There were simply too many things to see during the Tanabata Matsuri, too many types of food he wanted to taste, but never enough time to do so. Ohno made a mental note to memorize the happenings around him, wanting to paint them later and hopefully display them during his next exhibition.
Yes, Ohno was a painter, a marvelous one too. He had a gift of visualizing things abstractly. Together with his superb ability in art, Ohno could blend individual colors of paint onto a canvas and make them compliment each other so perfectly.
Ohno stood to the side of the road, spooning another mouthful of food into his mouth while watching a band perform on a stage nearby. He could see the stings of the shamisen being plucked, he could see the taiko being strucked, he could see the hochiku being blown into.
Ohno pouted and wondered what it was like to hear the piece being played.
Since birth, Ohno had been audibly handicapped, deprived of the beautiful tunes other kids could enjoy but he could not. Nonetheless, he was satisfied among his brushes, canvases and clay.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Nino felt his cane tap against something metal to his right and steered out of the way. Festivals like these were always crowded, making it difficult for Nino to find his way around. He pointed that out to his mother and sister, but somehow, they always managed to drag him along.
Nino sighed and hoped his sister would find him soon in this maze of people, he hated being lost. There was no way he was going to ask for directions, having learnt his lesson a few years back, when he was separated from his friends at Disney Land. He had asked for directions from a random passerby. Turns out she was a Ninomiya Kazunari fan.
He smiled in a painful sort of way.
Nino was enjoying the festival. The peals of laughter, the sweet scent of takoyaki, the gentle breeze. Pity he could not appreciate the festival fully. He had been told that the festival was full of colors. People dressed in colorful clothing, multi-colored lanterns hung above the streets, and there will be vibrant fireworks too. Nino was bad with colors. In fact, he could not tell the difference between red and blue, or green and yellow, for his world as pitch black.
Nino was visually handicapped ever since he could remember. He had no idea what color was, but thankfully, his visual disability was compensated by his other senses, especially his hearing and his sense of touch. That was probably why he became a musician. It did help him stand out too. ‘The blind pianist’ was what most people dubbed him.
“Kazunari!” he heard his sister call him, her voice coming from somewhere towards his left. Finally! He felt her held onto to his arm as they walked in the direction of some traditional music, his sister chiding him for ‘not sticking to them’.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Not being able to enjoy the band’s performance, Ohno’s attention on them was rather short. In no time at all, his mind started wandering around. He saw a few kids running around, chasing each other. He saw a couple walking hand in hand towards a game booth. He saw a blind man wandering around alone. Now that’s something interesting.
Ohno watched that man’s cane hit a metal pole, causing him turn in the opposite direction. The small figure paused, as though he was thinking of something, or maybe waiting for someone. Oh! Here comes someone to fetch the blind man. A lady in her late twenties, girlfriend? No, more of sister, came up to him and gently pulled him towards the band.
That was the last Ohno saw the blind man. But somehow, he was always on his mind, a memory that could not be put aside or forgotten. Ohno wondered why he was so obsessed with this man.
Jun had suggested that it was because he felt sorry for him for not being able to enjoy art, something he loved a lot. Maybe that was why he was now standing in front of a canvas, jaws dropped at the picture he had just painted. He could not believe what he just did, but he did. In front of him, was the blind man he had ‘met’ at the festival. The background of stalls and lanterns were in black and white , while the man was painted with all sorts of bright colors.
“Looks good,” commented Jun.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Nino stuck close to Sho’s side. It was another crowded event which he had no idea how he got himself into. All he remembered was Sho talking about an art exhibition titled ‘Freestyle’, and the next thing he knew, he was here.
He badly wanted to laugh at the irony of his situation. A blind man. In an art exhibition. What a joke!
Walking along, holding onto Sho for guidance, Nino heard tons of gasps and praises for the talented artist. Too bad he could not comment on them as well. Just then Sho stopped dead in his tracks.
“Sho? What’s up?” asked Nino, wondering why his friend cum manager, who was so excited about seeing all the paintings, suddenly halted.
“Nino…” breathed Sho, his voice quivering, “It’s a painting of you,”
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Ohmiya
Summary: A deaf painter meets a blind pianist
Disclaimer: Don’t own
Ohno Satoshi walked the streets of Tokyo, taking in the spectacular sights of shiny vehicles and multi-colored buildings. The spoonful of cha-han that was being slowly chewed to bits exploded with flavor in his mouth, making the grin on Ohno’s face all the more wider. The air was cool and a gentle breeze occasionally tousled his already messy sandy brown hair. His surroundings smelt heavenly too. Being surrounded by tons of stalls selling all sorts of yummy snacks, of course it had to.
There were simply too many things to see during the Tanabata Matsuri, too many types of food he wanted to taste, but never enough time to do so. Ohno made a mental note to memorize the happenings around him, wanting to paint them later and hopefully display them during his next exhibition.
Yes, Ohno was a painter, a marvelous one too. He had a gift of visualizing things abstractly. Together with his superb ability in art, Ohno could blend individual colors of paint onto a canvas and make them compliment each other so perfectly.
Ohno stood to the side of the road, spooning another mouthful of food into his mouth while watching a band perform on a stage nearby. He could see the stings of the shamisen being plucked, he could see the taiko being strucked, he could see the hochiku being blown into.
Ohno pouted and wondered what it was like to hear the piece being played.
Since birth, Ohno had been audibly handicapped, deprived of the beautiful tunes other kids could enjoy but he could not. Nonetheless, he was satisfied among his brushes, canvases and clay.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Nino felt his cane tap against something metal to his right and steered out of the way. Festivals like these were always crowded, making it difficult for Nino to find his way around. He pointed that out to his mother and sister, but somehow, they always managed to drag him along.
Nino sighed and hoped his sister would find him soon in this maze of people, he hated being lost. There was no way he was going to ask for directions, having learnt his lesson a few years back, when he was separated from his friends at Disney Land. He had asked for directions from a random passerby. Turns out she was a Ninomiya Kazunari fan.
He smiled in a painful sort of way.
Nino was enjoying the festival. The peals of laughter, the sweet scent of takoyaki, the gentle breeze. Pity he could not appreciate the festival fully. He had been told that the festival was full of colors. People dressed in colorful clothing, multi-colored lanterns hung above the streets, and there will be vibrant fireworks too. Nino was bad with colors. In fact, he could not tell the difference between red and blue, or green and yellow, for his world as pitch black.
Nino was visually handicapped ever since he could remember. He had no idea what color was, but thankfully, his visual disability was compensated by his other senses, especially his hearing and his sense of touch. That was probably why he became a musician. It did help him stand out too. ‘The blind pianist’ was what most people dubbed him.
“Kazunari!” he heard his sister call him, her voice coming from somewhere towards his left. Finally! He felt her held onto to his arm as they walked in the direction of some traditional music, his sister chiding him for ‘not sticking to them’.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Not being able to enjoy the band’s performance, Ohno’s attention on them was rather short. In no time at all, his mind started wandering around. He saw a few kids running around, chasing each other. He saw a couple walking hand in hand towards a game booth. He saw a blind man wandering around alone. Now that’s something interesting.
Ohno watched that man’s cane hit a metal pole, causing him turn in the opposite direction. The small figure paused, as though he was thinking of something, or maybe waiting for someone. Oh! Here comes someone to fetch the blind man. A lady in her late twenties, girlfriend? No, more of sister, came up to him and gently pulled him towards the band.
That was the last Ohno saw the blind man. But somehow, he was always on his mind, a memory that could not be put aside or forgotten. Ohno wondered why he was so obsessed with this man.
Jun had suggested that it was because he felt sorry for him for not being able to enjoy art, something he loved a lot. Maybe that was why he was now standing in front of a canvas, jaws dropped at the picture he had just painted. He could not believe what he just did, but he did. In front of him, was the blind man he had ‘met’ at the festival. The background of stalls and lanterns were in black and white , while the man was painted with all sorts of bright colors.
“Looks good,” commented Jun.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Nino stuck close to Sho’s side. It was another crowded event which he had no idea how he got himself into. All he remembered was Sho talking about an art exhibition titled ‘Freestyle’, and the next thing he knew, he was here.
He badly wanted to laugh at the irony of his situation. A blind man. In an art exhibition. What a joke!
Walking along, holding onto Sho for guidance, Nino heard tons of gasps and praises for the talented artist. Too bad he could not comment on them as well. Just then Sho stopped dead in his tracks.
“Sho? What’s up?” asked Nino, wondering why his friend cum manager, who was so excited about seeing all the paintings, suddenly halted.
“Nino…” breathed Sho, his voice quivering, “It’s a painting of you,”