[multi-chapter] Destiny Calls [Ohmiya] [08/10]
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 | 06 | 07
A/N: While I am writing chapter 10 now, I'm getting the feeling that there will be one or two chapters more :) It seems that this story does not want to be finished within ten chapters. For my complete fic list click here :)
„Ich will sie nicht mehr, diese Feuer in der Nacht,
in meinem Kopf, in meinem Kopf will ich den Tag.“
(“I don’t want them anymore, the fires in the night
In my head, in my head I want the day.”)
- Früchte des Zorns / In meinem Kopf ist eine Bombe
Dream 8 - Standstill
Suddenly the dreams stopped.
At first Nino thought he had only forgotten what he had dreamed about when he woke up in the morning. Panicking, he had called Ohno to come to the hospital at once and downright forced him to stay by his side for as long as possible. But that day nothing happened.
The next day brought with it the same procedure: again he didn't dream and again there was no life-threatening situation to save Ohno from. Nevertheless a perpetual tension took hold of Nino; a fear he hadn't known was so potent. He was afraid for Ohno.
But the two weeks he spent in the hospital he needn't have worried about Ohno. Nothing happened. And it was this that drove Nino even crazier.
"Do you really think you're ok to go home? You don't really look fit," Jun asked, his face anxious as he lifted Nino's suitcase off the bed. Ohno was standing in the background, mimicking his expression perfectly.
"I never look fit, you should know that by now. And who knows, maybe the dreams will come back when I'm back in my own bed at night," Nino answered stubbornly, his hands on his hips. Jun only shook his head.
"You had a dream your first night here, remember? I don't think it has anything to do with that."
"And what if it does? It's worth a try, at least!"
"And one day you even had a dream in my café, Nino."
Nino had been so caught up in his argument with Jun that he hadn't noticed Ohno stepping in front of him. He was now looking at him strangely. Nino looked back with raised eyebrows.
"Why do you want them to come back?" Ohno asked curtly. He wasn't a man of many words, Nino had noticed over the last two weeks. He had noticed a lot.
'I can't tell him that I miss them. What will he think? I don't even know why I suddenly feel the need to see him in my dreams again.' He turned away, indecisively staring at his fingers. Ohno couldn't find out what was going on inside of him since the dreams had stopped.
Ohno apparently took note of his silence. He only looked at him for a moment longer, but he didn't ask again. Nino could positively feel Jun's strange, piercing sidelong glance, but he didn't react.
Ohno accompanied them to Nino's home, grinning contentedly when he and Jun managed to force Nino into bed right away.
"But- I spent all the time in the hospital in-," Nino complained, but Jun's strong grip made resistance futile. With a huff Nino leaned back in his bed, defeated, and avoided his friend's laughing eyes. Sure, he didn't feel particularly fit and his chest still hurt every now and then when he breathed, but Nino felt incredibly useless. What had he achieved over the last few weeks since he had come into contact with Ohno? What had he learned about their strange connection?
Nothing.
His initial frustration had long ago given way to dull helplessness, a feeling Nino didn't know how to deal with.
"Didn't you want to sleep for a while anyway? To see if you will dream here? I'll just go into the living room with Ohno-kun. Call if you need anything."
Ohno smiled at him once more, but Nino only looked away grimly. Neither of them would understand, even if he'd try to explain what was going on with him. It was because neither of them had ever had these dreams, these premonitions, this perfect deja-vu.
Nino slowly closed his eyes, tried to give himself up to the growing lethargy, seeking slumber, which he then wrapped around himself like a blanket, waiting to sink into the world of his dreams. But a cautious knock on the door yanked him out again immediately.
“Nino? I thought before you have to get up...," Jun whispered, darting into the room and putting a glass of water down on Nino's bedside table. For a moment he smiled softly at him before he quickly left the room again.
Maybe Jun hadn't deserved to take the brunt of his bad mood earlier.
He gulped down the glass's contents. And fell asleep right away.
There was a veil in front of his eyes. It blurred his vision, coloring everything a hazy gray. A veil he couldn't grasp, that stayed consistent, no matter how often he rubbed his eyes. They began to hurt because he had tried so often.
"... full of stars."
Somewhere a voice sounded, so quiet he could hardly hear it. Nino turned around, squinted his eyes to see better through the veil. Someone was standing back there.
"... the world is full of stars."
Someone was standing back there and singing.
At first it was curiosity that made Nino walk towards the singer. When he recognized the familiar silhouette halfway there curiosity became the usual compulsion and Nino broke into a light run.
Ohno didn't seem to have noticed him and only continued singing:
"We're all in the gutter and the world is full of stars."
Over and over again he sang the same line; a far-away look in his eyes. Even when Nino came to a stop in front of him and nudged his shoulder, he continued singing for a while before he finally seemed to realize that he wasn't alone.
Relieved that Ohno was looking at him, Nino opened his mouth, but the words got stuck in his throat.
Ohno's mouth had stretched into a wide grin. But it wasn't the gentle smile Nino was used to. Something was wrong, his mouth was too wide, almost reaching his ears. The strange deformation of Ohno's features scared Nino to death.
"There's a bomb in my head."
Ohno laughed. The veil in front of Nino's eyes darkened.
"What... what are you saying?" he asked, trembling, tried to swallow the queasy feeling rising in his throat.
"No matter what you do, there's always something inside of you. And it will always be screaming. And if you try to smother it, Nino, you'll smother yourself."
"Ohno... what...?" Nino stuttered, more than upset. He only wanted one thing: for Ohno to stop this nonsense. His fear grew bigger and bigger, becoming so big that Nino was afraid he wouldn't be able to breathe soon.
"Everybody is a bomb."
His eyes were burning and Nino only noticed now that he was continuously rubbing them. That the veil had gotten even darker and he couldn't quite see Ohno anymore.
"Ohno... please... Stop this. What about-?" Nino began in a rush, but was again cut off by Ohno. His arm was suddenly gripped tightly enough to hurt. He wanted to scream, but the sound that left his lips was more of a croak. Then Ohno started to shake him, again and again; he wouldn't stop, all the while mumbling under his breath and it took a while until Nino made out the words:
"Where is your cage, Nino?"
Gasping for breath he woke up from his dream, sitting up straight in his bed. Sweeping his sweat-soaked hair off his forehead, he needed a few minutes to recover. The nightmare sat deep in his bones, pushed him back into the bed as he tried to shake off the feel of Ohno's fingers around his arms.
"What... was that?" he breathed tonelessly into the silence, shaking himself one more time and then another. The feeling didn't go away. After a few minutes he noticed that his eyes were still burning. He must have really rubbed them during the dream.
Exhaustion made itself known when he could hardly lift his arm to reach for the glass. His limbs were so heavy, he could hardly move them. When had his dreams started to sap his strength?
It happened quickly, out of nowhere he suddenly remembered that he had just had a dream about the man of his dreams. It had felt completely natural to dream of Ohno, no matter how strangely he had acted during the dream, so it took a moment until Nino realized that what he had longed for for weeks had finally happened.
'And Ohno-kun didn't die,' he confirmed in his thoughts, unconsciously biting his lower lip. He thought back to his dream again, to the fears that had plagued him upon waking and that didn't seem to want to let go of him. To Ohno's disfigured grin.
The glass fell to the floor and burst into a thousand shards with a loud clank. Nino hadn't noticed that he was still holding it in his hand and was now staring dumbfounded at the pile of shards in front of him.
When Ohno rushed into the room, closely followed by Jun, and Nino looked into his worried eyes, something inside him broke.
'There's a bomb in my head,' Ohno's voice echoed through his gloomy bedroom. Nino's body wasn't obeying him as he sprang out of the bed, ran through the shards with his bare feet and straight to Ohno. His body wasn't listening to him as he hugged Ohno tightly, pressed his face against his warm, trembling chest and silently wished someone would chase the images from his mind.
But something within him told Nino that his body was indeed listening to him. That it had just followed an urge deep within him.
Ohno, at first tense and motionless, didn't need long to lift his arms and press Nino even tighter to himself. He drew soothing lines on his back, again and again, and Nino thought he could even feel his face in his hair. His warm breath on the skin of his head.
"Did he die?" Jun breathed from somewhere close by, but Nino hardly noticed, shook his head instinctively, simply because it was the only think that made sense to him in that moment.
"What's the matter then?" asked another voice, closer and softer. The loving tone of Ohno's words felt good, fought valiantly against the pressing sensation in his chest.
"You didn't act like yourself," Nino murmured in reply, too afraid to speak the words out loud. He didn't want to provoke anything. "You told me you had a bomb in your head."
The hand on Nino's back paused in its movements immediately and he could hear and more importantly feel Ohno take a deep breath. He didn't say anything, but he didn't continue stroking his back either. Ohno only kept his arms around him and Nino could hear his heart begin to race.
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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 | 06 | 07
A/N: While I am writing chapter 10 now, I'm getting the feeling that there will be one or two chapters more :) It seems that this story does not want to be finished within ten chapters. For my complete fic list click here :)
„Ich will sie nicht mehr, diese Feuer in der Nacht,
in meinem Kopf, in meinem Kopf will ich den Tag.“
(“I don’t want them anymore, the fires in the night
In my head, in my head I want the day.”)
- Früchte des Zorns / In meinem Kopf ist eine Bombe
Dream 8 - Standstill
Suddenly the dreams stopped.
At first Nino thought he had only forgotten what he had dreamed about when he woke up in the morning. Panicking, he had called Ohno to come to the hospital at once and downright forced him to stay by his side for as long as possible. But that day nothing happened.
The next day brought with it the same procedure: again he didn't dream and again there was no life-threatening situation to save Ohno from. Nevertheless a perpetual tension took hold of Nino; a fear he hadn't known was so potent. He was afraid for Ohno.
But the two weeks he spent in the hospital he needn't have worried about Ohno. Nothing happened. And it was this that drove Nino even crazier.
"Do you really think you're ok to go home? You don't really look fit," Jun asked, his face anxious as he lifted Nino's suitcase off the bed. Ohno was standing in the background, mimicking his expression perfectly.
"I never look fit, you should know that by now. And who knows, maybe the dreams will come back when I'm back in my own bed at night," Nino answered stubbornly, his hands on his hips. Jun only shook his head.
"You had a dream your first night here, remember? I don't think it has anything to do with that."
"And what if it does? It's worth a try, at least!"
"And one day you even had a dream in my café, Nino."
Nino had been so caught up in his argument with Jun that he hadn't noticed Ohno stepping in front of him. He was now looking at him strangely. Nino looked back with raised eyebrows.
"Why do you want them to come back?" Ohno asked curtly. He wasn't a man of many words, Nino had noticed over the last two weeks. He had noticed a lot.
'I can't tell him that I miss them. What will he think? I don't even know why I suddenly feel the need to see him in my dreams again.' He turned away, indecisively staring at his fingers. Ohno couldn't find out what was going on inside of him since the dreams had stopped.
Ohno apparently took note of his silence. He only looked at him for a moment longer, but he didn't ask again. Nino could positively feel Jun's strange, piercing sidelong glance, but he didn't react.
Ohno accompanied them to Nino's home, grinning contentedly when he and Jun managed to force Nino into bed right away.
"But- I spent all the time in the hospital in-," Nino complained, but Jun's strong grip made resistance futile. With a huff Nino leaned back in his bed, defeated, and avoided his friend's laughing eyes. Sure, he didn't feel particularly fit and his chest still hurt every now and then when he breathed, but Nino felt incredibly useless. What had he achieved over the last few weeks since he had come into contact with Ohno? What had he learned about their strange connection?
Nothing.
His initial frustration had long ago given way to dull helplessness, a feeling Nino didn't know how to deal with.
"Didn't you want to sleep for a while anyway? To see if you will dream here? I'll just go into the living room with Ohno-kun. Call if you need anything."
Ohno smiled at him once more, but Nino only looked away grimly. Neither of them would understand, even if he'd try to explain what was going on with him. It was because neither of them had ever had these dreams, these premonitions, this perfect deja-vu.
Nino slowly closed his eyes, tried to give himself up to the growing lethargy, seeking slumber, which he then wrapped around himself like a blanket, waiting to sink into the world of his dreams. But a cautious knock on the door yanked him out again immediately.
“Nino? I thought before you have to get up...," Jun whispered, darting into the room and putting a glass of water down on Nino's bedside table. For a moment he smiled softly at him before he quickly left the room again.
Maybe Jun hadn't deserved to take the brunt of his bad mood earlier.
He gulped down the glass's contents. And fell asleep right away.
There was a veil in front of his eyes. It blurred his vision, coloring everything a hazy gray. A veil he couldn't grasp, that stayed consistent, no matter how often he rubbed his eyes. They began to hurt because he had tried so often.
"... full of stars."
Somewhere a voice sounded, so quiet he could hardly hear it. Nino turned around, squinted his eyes to see better through the veil. Someone was standing back there.
"... the world is full of stars."
Someone was standing back there and singing.
At first it was curiosity that made Nino walk towards the singer. When he recognized the familiar silhouette halfway there curiosity became the usual compulsion and Nino broke into a light run.
Ohno didn't seem to have noticed him and only continued singing:
"We're all in the gutter and the world is full of stars."
Over and over again he sang the same line; a far-away look in his eyes. Even when Nino came to a stop in front of him and nudged his shoulder, he continued singing for a while before he finally seemed to realize that he wasn't alone.
Relieved that Ohno was looking at him, Nino opened his mouth, but the words got stuck in his throat.
Ohno's mouth had stretched into a wide grin. But it wasn't the gentle smile Nino was used to. Something was wrong, his mouth was too wide, almost reaching his ears. The strange deformation of Ohno's features scared Nino to death.
"There's a bomb in my head."
Ohno laughed. The veil in front of Nino's eyes darkened.
"What... what are you saying?" he asked, trembling, tried to swallow the queasy feeling rising in his throat.
"No matter what you do, there's always something inside of you. And it will always be screaming. And if you try to smother it, Nino, you'll smother yourself."
"Ohno... what...?" Nino stuttered, more than upset. He only wanted one thing: for Ohno to stop this nonsense. His fear grew bigger and bigger, becoming so big that Nino was afraid he wouldn't be able to breathe soon.
"Everybody is a bomb."
His eyes were burning and Nino only noticed now that he was continuously rubbing them. That the veil had gotten even darker and he couldn't quite see Ohno anymore.
"Ohno... please... Stop this. What about-?" Nino began in a rush, but was again cut off by Ohno. His arm was suddenly gripped tightly enough to hurt. He wanted to scream, but the sound that left his lips was more of a croak. Then Ohno started to shake him, again and again; he wouldn't stop, all the while mumbling under his breath and it took a while until Nino made out the words:
"Where is your cage, Nino?"
Gasping for breath he woke up from his dream, sitting up straight in his bed. Sweeping his sweat-soaked hair off his forehead, he needed a few minutes to recover. The nightmare sat deep in his bones, pushed him back into the bed as he tried to shake off the feel of Ohno's fingers around his arms.
"What... was that?" he breathed tonelessly into the silence, shaking himself one more time and then another. The feeling didn't go away. After a few minutes he noticed that his eyes were still burning. He must have really rubbed them during the dream.
Exhaustion made itself known when he could hardly lift his arm to reach for the glass. His limbs were so heavy, he could hardly move them. When had his dreams started to sap his strength?
It happened quickly, out of nowhere he suddenly remembered that he had just had a dream about the man of his dreams. It had felt completely natural to dream of Ohno, no matter how strangely he had acted during the dream, so it took a moment until Nino realized that what he had longed for for weeks had finally happened.
'And Ohno-kun didn't die,' he confirmed in his thoughts, unconsciously biting his lower lip. He thought back to his dream again, to the fears that had plagued him upon waking and that didn't seem to want to let go of him. To Ohno's disfigured grin.
The glass fell to the floor and burst into a thousand shards with a loud clank. Nino hadn't noticed that he was still holding it in his hand and was now staring dumbfounded at the pile of shards in front of him.
When Ohno rushed into the room, closely followed by Jun, and Nino looked into his worried eyes, something inside him broke.
'There's a bomb in my head,' Ohno's voice echoed through his gloomy bedroom. Nino's body wasn't obeying him as he sprang out of the bed, ran through the shards with his bare feet and straight to Ohno. His body wasn't listening to him as he hugged Ohno tightly, pressed his face against his warm, trembling chest and silently wished someone would chase the images from his mind.
But something within him told Nino that his body was indeed listening to him. That it had just followed an urge deep within him.
Ohno, at first tense and motionless, didn't need long to lift his arms and press Nino even tighter to himself. He drew soothing lines on his back, again and again, and Nino thought he could even feel his face in his hair. His warm breath on the skin of his head.
"Did he die?" Jun breathed from somewhere close by, but Nino hardly noticed, shook his head instinctively, simply because it was the only think that made sense to him in that moment.
"What's the matter then?" asked another voice, closer and softer. The loving tone of Ohno's words felt good, fought valiantly against the pressing sensation in his chest.
"You didn't act like yourself," Nino murmured in reply, too afraid to speak the words out loud. He didn't want to provoke anything. "You told me you had a bomb in your head."
The hand on Nino's back paused in its movements immediately and he could hear and more importantly feel Ohno take a deep breath. He didn't say anything, but he didn't continue stroking his back either. Ohno only kept his arms around him and Nino could hear his heart begin to race.
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