[multi-chapter] Destiny Calls [Ohmiya] [06/10]
Title: Destiny Calls
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, mystery, suspense
Summary: Plagued by dreams in which he sees the same man die over and over again, Nino is trying to do the impossible, to escape fate that has chosen him of all people to be a life saver.
Previous chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05
A/N: For my complete fic list click here :)
“Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.”
- Arthur Miller
Dream 6 - The Importance of Saving Lives
He couldn't make out the man's face. Every time he tried to concentrate on the stranger's head, all he could see was a small, dark spot. It was as if he had looked into the sun for too long.
He could only watch the man sneak forward without being noticed by the other man. The man that had his back turned on both of them; the man Nino didn't even have to look at to recognize - the man of his dreams.
Nino wanted to warn him, wanted to call out to him, but he couldn't gather sufficient strength to open his mouth. It felt as if there was an iron mask on his face that prevented him from moving. Not even his lips were excluded. That's why he could only watch as the stranger reached the edge of the roof, came to stand right behind the man of his dreams and reached out.
Nino couldn't even scream as he pushed him off the roof.
He wasn't in his own bed. That was the first thing he noticed when his mind had shaken off the nightmare. Then he felt the pain.
‘Jesus, what is-?,' but while he was asking the question, the memories of the accident came back to him. The first time he tried to open his eyes he failed pitifully. His whole body was numb, just like it had been in his dream. No wonder he hadn't been able to move. He could hear a steady beeping, which, now that he thought about it, rang very shrilly in his ears.
Once again he tried to open his eyes, slowly, gingerly. He sighed in relief when he succeeded, even though the whole world was dreadfully blurry at first. The beeping of the machine next to him became even more ghastly, banging so loudly inside his head that for a moment he thought it would explode. Nino grimaced at the thought. He had seen too many gruesome spectacles lately; and even though they had only happened in his dreams so far, they had been real enough.
When his surroundings finally moved into focus, the door to his right opened suddenly.
"Nino!" Jun yelled worriedly, rushing to his bedside. Nino had apparently looked confused, because he added right away: "You're in the hospital."
He would have liked to laugh at Jun in that moment, but he didn't dare. Something was pressing down on his ribcage and before Nino wasn't one hundred percent sure that he wouldn't put himself in mortal danger by laughing, he thought it best not to do anything of the kind.
"You don't say," he answered quietly instead, wondering at his voice. It sounded wrong somehow, as if it didn't belong to him.
Jun ignored his dry answer completely, pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down on it with a sigh. Nino wondered how long he had been unconscious.
"They told me you drove straight into a poster. What happened? Did you fall asleep? Damn, Nino, this is dangerous," the words just kept coming and Nino had to really concentrate to catch them all. The machine next to him continued beeping cheerfully.
"I could prevent a worse accident, that's all that-," he faltered. Suddenly the images of his most recent dream came back to him. "Jun, I have to-, damn it, the roof. Someone wants to throw him off the roof!"
Quickly Nino sat up, but that was a mistake. He gasped when a sharp pain pierced his ribcage. It felt as if someone had rammed a long knife into his chest - even though he didn't know how that would feel.
"Hold on! Calm down. The doctor said you shouldn't move much," Jun admonished him immediately, but the worry in his voice took the sting out of his words.
Nino only shook his head, "Jun, you don't understand. He is going to die! What did I save him for all these times, if I can't stop him from being killed now?"
"So let me save him," Jun said with determination.
For a few seconds there was no beeping anymore, everything around him fell silent as Nino gave his friend a shocked look. Then he hesitantly averted his eyes.
He only had to tell Jun when and where it would happen and he could save the man of his dreams. But the thought, as obvious as it was, suddenly bothered him. Wasn't it his, Ninomiya Kazunari's, task to save this man's life? Wasn't he his savior? But on the other hand he had contemplated letting him die not too long ago.
Confused by this new feeling, Nino stared at the ceiling for a while.
"It happens here, on the hospital roof. He's standing at the edge, someone else sneaks up on him and pushes him off," Nino recounted suddenly, trying not to sound as sullen as he felt. He could however not gage how successful he had been.
"And when?" Jun asked, concentrating hard.
Nino closed his eyes for a second and tried to remember something, anything, that could help him tell the time of day it had happened. He was sure there had been something there. He had seen a clock, a big, electronic one that showed time and temperature in turns.
"Eleven... no, twelve o'clock. Roughly 12:20," Nino tried to look around for a clock, but every movement, no matter how small, hurt, making it impossible for him to really move. He turned back to Jun just in time to see his horrified expression.
"In ten minutes!" Jun sprang up. Nino wanted to call after him and tell him to be careful, but Jun had already left the room.
When Jun wasn't back after half an hour, Nino started to worry. After all there had been a man on the roof who had apparently wanted to kill the man of his dreams. What if Jun had gotten involved in something, that Nino should by rights be involved in? What if he hadn't succeeded? What if Nino would turn on the TV and see the dead face of the man of his dreams - if there was still something left of him?
Nino couldn’t bear the uncertainty.
'I hope they're both alright. I will never forgive myself if something happened to them,' he thought bitterly. And as if all that had been needed had been that one thought, he suddenly realized how much the man of his dreams, for all that he didn't know him, meant to him. Nino had been asking himself for years why he had these dreams. But now, since they had taken a dangerous turn, an explanation was slowly creeping up on him: Maybe it was fate.
All of a sudden there was a knock on the door and Nino flinched. He felt the familiar tension in every fiber of his being while he turned his head to the door with great effort. Why did his body have to be so broken? He felt like a wreck.
"Nino," he heard Jun's voice, before he could even see him completely.
"God, Jun! You wouldn't believe how relieved I am! Don't make me wait-," but Nino's words got literally stuck in his throat. It wasn't only Jun who was slowly entering his room, his guilt plainly visible on his face; behind him stood no one else but the man of his dreams.
"Sorry, but I couldn't get rid of him. Besides, I think it is high time you two had a talk. Really." And as if that wasn't enough, Jun started smiling. Nino would have liked nothing more than to slap him in that moment. And not just lightly either.
"Hello... Ninomiya-san," the man of his dreams began shyly. Nino sighed loudly, Jun had told him his name as well.
“I am Ohno Satoshi.”
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Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, mystery, suspense
Summary: Plagued by dreams in which he sees the same man die over and over again, Nino is trying to do the impossible, to escape fate that has chosen him of all people to be a life saver.
Previous chapters: 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05
A/N: For my complete fic list click here :)
“Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.”
- Arthur Miller
Dream 6 - The Importance of Saving Lives
He couldn't make out the man's face. Every time he tried to concentrate on the stranger's head, all he could see was a small, dark spot. It was as if he had looked into the sun for too long.
He could only watch the man sneak forward without being noticed by the other man. The man that had his back turned on both of them; the man Nino didn't even have to look at to recognize - the man of his dreams.
Nino wanted to warn him, wanted to call out to him, but he couldn't gather sufficient strength to open his mouth. It felt as if there was an iron mask on his face that prevented him from moving. Not even his lips were excluded. That's why he could only watch as the stranger reached the edge of the roof, came to stand right behind the man of his dreams and reached out.
Nino couldn't even scream as he pushed him off the roof.
He wasn't in his own bed. That was the first thing he noticed when his mind had shaken off the nightmare. Then he felt the pain.
‘Jesus, what is-?,' but while he was asking the question, the memories of the accident came back to him. The first time he tried to open his eyes he failed pitifully. His whole body was numb, just like it had been in his dream. No wonder he hadn't been able to move. He could hear a steady beeping, which, now that he thought about it, rang very shrilly in his ears.
Once again he tried to open his eyes, slowly, gingerly. He sighed in relief when he succeeded, even though the whole world was dreadfully blurry at first. The beeping of the machine next to him became even more ghastly, banging so loudly inside his head that for a moment he thought it would explode. Nino grimaced at the thought. He had seen too many gruesome spectacles lately; and even though they had only happened in his dreams so far, they had been real enough.
When his surroundings finally moved into focus, the door to his right opened suddenly.
"Nino!" Jun yelled worriedly, rushing to his bedside. Nino had apparently looked confused, because he added right away: "You're in the hospital."
He would have liked to laugh at Jun in that moment, but he didn't dare. Something was pressing down on his ribcage and before Nino wasn't one hundred percent sure that he wouldn't put himself in mortal danger by laughing, he thought it best not to do anything of the kind.
"You don't say," he answered quietly instead, wondering at his voice. It sounded wrong somehow, as if it didn't belong to him.
Jun ignored his dry answer completely, pulled a chair close to the bed and sat down on it with a sigh. Nino wondered how long he had been unconscious.
"They told me you drove straight into a poster. What happened? Did you fall asleep? Damn, Nino, this is dangerous," the words just kept coming and Nino had to really concentrate to catch them all. The machine next to him continued beeping cheerfully.
"I could prevent a worse accident, that's all that-," he faltered. Suddenly the images of his most recent dream came back to him. "Jun, I have to-, damn it, the roof. Someone wants to throw him off the roof!"
Quickly Nino sat up, but that was a mistake. He gasped when a sharp pain pierced his ribcage. It felt as if someone had rammed a long knife into his chest - even though he didn't know how that would feel.
"Hold on! Calm down. The doctor said you shouldn't move much," Jun admonished him immediately, but the worry in his voice took the sting out of his words.
Nino only shook his head, "Jun, you don't understand. He is going to die! What did I save him for all these times, if I can't stop him from being killed now?"
"So let me save him," Jun said with determination.
For a few seconds there was no beeping anymore, everything around him fell silent as Nino gave his friend a shocked look. Then he hesitantly averted his eyes.
He only had to tell Jun when and where it would happen and he could save the man of his dreams. But the thought, as obvious as it was, suddenly bothered him. Wasn't it his, Ninomiya Kazunari's, task to save this man's life? Wasn't he his savior? But on the other hand he had contemplated letting him die not too long ago.
Confused by this new feeling, Nino stared at the ceiling for a while.
"It happens here, on the hospital roof. He's standing at the edge, someone else sneaks up on him and pushes him off," Nino recounted suddenly, trying not to sound as sullen as he felt. He could however not gage how successful he had been.
"And when?" Jun asked, concentrating hard.
Nino closed his eyes for a second and tried to remember something, anything, that could help him tell the time of day it had happened. He was sure there had been something there. He had seen a clock, a big, electronic one that showed time and temperature in turns.
"Eleven... no, twelve o'clock. Roughly 12:20," Nino tried to look around for a clock, but every movement, no matter how small, hurt, making it impossible for him to really move. He turned back to Jun just in time to see his horrified expression.
"In ten minutes!" Jun sprang up. Nino wanted to call after him and tell him to be careful, but Jun had already left the room.
When Jun wasn't back after half an hour, Nino started to worry. After all there had been a man on the roof who had apparently wanted to kill the man of his dreams. What if Jun had gotten involved in something, that Nino should by rights be involved in? What if he hadn't succeeded? What if Nino would turn on the TV and see the dead face of the man of his dreams - if there was still something left of him?
Nino couldn’t bear the uncertainty.
'I hope they're both alright. I will never forgive myself if something happened to them,' he thought bitterly. And as if all that had been needed had been that one thought, he suddenly realized how much the man of his dreams, for all that he didn't know him, meant to him. Nino had been asking himself for years why he had these dreams. But now, since they had taken a dangerous turn, an explanation was slowly creeping up on him: Maybe it was fate.
All of a sudden there was a knock on the door and Nino flinched. He felt the familiar tension in every fiber of his being while he turned his head to the door with great effort. Why did his body have to be so broken? He felt like a wreck.
"Nino," he heard Jun's voice, before he could even see him completely.
"God, Jun! You wouldn't believe how relieved I am! Don't make me wait-," but Nino's words got literally stuck in his throat. It wasn't only Jun who was slowly entering his room, his guilt plainly visible on his face; behind him stood no one else but the man of his dreams.
"Sorry, but I couldn't get rid of him. Besides, I think it is high time you two had a talk. Really." And as if that wasn't enough, Jun started smiling. Nino would have liked nothing more than to slap him in that moment. And not just lightly either.
"Hello... Ninomiya-san," the man of his dreams began shyly. Nino sighed loudly, Jun had told him his name as well.
“I am Ohno Satoshi.”
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