[multi-chapter] Remarkable [Ohmiya / Sakuraiba] [20]
Title: Remarkable - The Same Difference
Pairing: Ohmiya | Sakuraiba
Rating: PG-13 for chapter 00 - 15 | starting from chapter 16: R
Genre: alternative, angst, mystery
Summary: Ohno Satoshi - newly hired host in a men's club - was slowly losing his hopes for a better life. Then one day he met a mysterious customer and his whole being suddenly hoped that his life would take a turn for the better. But Ohno couldn't even imagine the consequences this no doubt important meeting would have.
Warning: AU (Alternative Universe), RPS (Real Person Slash)
Translator:
lady_alesha♥
Beta: nanao253♥
Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19
Chapter 20
Ohno had thought the kiss would change things. He had really thought he would see Ninomiya more often now. A kiss was a symbol of affection, was it not? Of closeness? A connection?
Ohno was confused and at the same time his old friend, yearning, came back full force. Why had Nino not been at the club for a month now? Did he not behave in a way that had made Ohno believe that he liked his company? Liked being with him?
‘I don’t think I’ll ever understand Nino-san…,’ he thought sadly, while his gaze roamed the club - as usual. Sho was late, too.
‘I feel lonely…’
But as if someone had heard his thoughts, one of the club’s employees walked towards Satoshi, smirking.
“You have a customer. Table seven.”
Ohno was sure he would now hear Ninomiya’s name, he tensed. But a different name left the employees lips.
Sighing, the host took the drinks and to his immense displeasure saw that his new customer had already ordered two glasses of a very alcoholic beverage.
‘Get a grip, Satoshi. You can’t go over to your customer in a bad mood!’ He took a deep breath and made his was across the club. Suddenly the club seemed spooky. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way, but the voices around him sounded distorted to his ears and the music grated on his nerves. Distracting.
Ohno shook his head quickly, careful not to let the glasses slip through his fingers, and went on, trying valiantly to get rid of the feeling.
He wanted nothing more than to be with Ninomiya again.
Sho didn’t know how long they had been laying next to each other on the bed, holding hands and staring at the ceiling.
He only knew that he liked it.
At the same time he knew he couldn’t stay with the vampire any longer, he should already be at the club as it was. But something held him here, in Aiba’s bed, made him not want to get up.
Made him not want to leave the vampire.
“Masaki-san,” he breathed into the silence. His words didn’t destroy the silence though; it was still there after he spoke. Aiba didn’t answer at first, apparently waiting for Sho to continue, but he squeezed Sho’s hand to show him that he was awake and listening.
But Sho didn’t know what else to say.
Maybe that was why Aiba suddenly opened a topic for conversation that must have bothered him all this time.
“Ne… Sho-kun…,” he began hesitantly. The host could hear how affected he was in his voice.
“Normally… we really have to do that.”
It took a while until Sho understood what Aiba was talking about. He had had to think too much, had to accept too much, in the last few hours and now his brain worked only sluggishly.
“Silencing… the people that know about us,” the vampire continued quietly, his voice sincere. It showed clearly how much he hated what he was saying.
“There’s a valid reason for that…”
Silence followed and Sho suddenly had the feeling that Aiba wouldn’t continue until the host said something. But wasn’t the reason for all this obvious?
“Well… You don’t want people to know that vampires are real… right?” Sho asked carefully, slowly turning his head to Aiba and closing his eyes against the pain. Why did his neck wound have to hurt so much?
“Yes… but that’s not all,” Aiba answered at once, is voice very serious, and the host frowned. What other reason could there be?
Aiba turned around, apparently having felt Sho’s eyes on him. Their eyes met and something changed in the vampire’s gaze.
“You have to understand… Nino and I are… on the run,” haltingly left Aiba’s mouth. It sounded as if he didn’t know how to choose his words.
As if he never talked about this topic.
“There’s someone out there, who hunts us…”
“Good evening, Satoshi-chan.”
Ohno bowed quickly and bit his lip, making sure the customer couldn’t see it. When he looked up again, a smile played on the host’s lips. Slowly but surely he was learning to put up the façade needed for working at the club.
Why did his customer have to be young? Why did his looks evoke the image of Ninomiya in his head only to have his voice and the suffix he used make it obvious that he was just one of those customers that came here to have fun with the hosts?
“Good evening… Matsumoto-san.”
Sho only looked at the vampire for a moment, his eyes confused and his mouth open. He looked at him and tried to sort through what he had just been told, tried to create order from the chaos that were his thoughts at that moment.
“You’re being hunted…?” his voice sounded strangely distorted.
“Hai… I don’t want to talk about it, to be honest. You know more than is good for you anyway but… he made it his goal to hunt down and kill every vampire in the world.” Masaki’s voice grew smaller with every word. Sho could see how painful it was for him to talk about this.
But the host couldn’t just let it go. He had too many questions once again.
“But… I thought, you were… immortal?”
Masaki looked away, but then a small smile appeared on his lips. A sad smile.
“We can’t die of old age, but we have a body just like you humans, the same blood flows through our veins. And if we lose that, we, too, can die.” Aiba’s voice was monotonous; he didn’t seem to want to talk about it.
Sho could only nod to show that he understood.
“Is he a… vampire, too…?” the host asked hesitantly. He wasn’t sure if Masaki would answer, but he had to at least ask.
For a while Masaki didn’t say anything, only breathed deeply. Sho had the feeling he wouldn’t get an answer.
But then Masaki spoke.
“Hai…,” he breathed.
“Why don’t you come closer?” It wasn’t a question, Ohno knew. It was an order, formulated nicely, but unmistakeably an order due to the tone used to deliver it.
But Ohno didn’t want to come closer.
“Erm… do you want another drink, Matsumoto-san?” he tried to distract the customer with a question of his own, knowing very well how much customers disliked this kind of behavior. But Ohno tried everything to get out of having to touch the customer. He knew the glint in his eyes, knew what he wanted.
The customer was playing with him.
‘He’s nothing like Nino-san… even though he looks so young.’ Thoughts of his favorite customer crowded his head and he was unable to suppress them.
‘I want to see him again.’
“18 years ago he found us the last time. During the clash your parents died… they were caught in the middle of a fight between him and Nino…,” the vampire continued quietly, seemingly weighing every word but in the end still not knowing what to say and what to withhold.
That was surely also the reason for the silence that followed, familiar and intimate.
But the silence gave Sho time to think, time to understand.
“So… he killed my parents…?” the host murmured, more to himself than to Aiba, but at the same time hoping for an answer.
Masaki nodded.
“Nino had… successfully cornered him. But before Nino could kill him once and for all, he killed your parents to regain his strength. Nino was at the end of his rope, too, so he grabbed you and your brother and fled.”
The pressure on Sho’s hand grew with every word. The vampire seemed to feel very sorry for him.
Sho could do nothing but listen.
“Nino never really talked about it, so I can only guess. But I guess he felt sorry for you and wanted to save you. But he had lost too much blood during the fight and I guess he lost control, just like I did last night.”
Words Sho didn’t want to believe, couldn’t believe. Words he had to challenge.
“He wanted to save us?”
“Hai… that’s what I think.”
“And you want to be a host? Come here, do something for your money!” Matsumoto angry voice reached him; it was too close, too demanding. But what was Ohno supposed to do? What could he do?
Nothing. He could do nothing and he knew it, had been taught just that every day for the last year. You only met customers like Ninomiya once in your life. Maybe twice, if you counted Masaki. But he had been unique in his own way.
“Kiss me!”
What else could he do?
Slowly he leaned toward the customer and pressed his lips against Matsumoto’s cheek.
He knew that he wasn’t doing what the customer wanted him to. He knew that he would only make the customer angrier. But he hoped his behavior would drive him away, would make Matsumoto lose interest and-
Ohno gasped. He couldn’t breathe and nearly choked when Matsumoto stuck his tongue down his throat.
Where was Ninomiya…?
‘This customer… is disgusting… even though he looks as young as Nino-san… but he is nothing like him…I don’t like this… I…’
A moment later the customer let go of him. Ohno sighed in relief. He was about to turn away, because he thought the customer was finished with him.
This customer was nothing like any of the others. But different in his case wasn’t good…
Before Ohno could move away, he felt wet lips on his throat, a hot tongue on his skin. A cold shiver ran down his spine, but nothing could take his mind off of the nauseating touch.
Then he felt teeth on his throat.
“You know… it’s hard, Masaki-san. Even if I’m sure that… that the two of you have been through a lot. But… my life wasn’t easy either. And that’s mostly because of Ninomiya and this guy, this hunter you told me about.” Sho’s voice sounded weak as he stared at the ceiling.
He didn’t know where this conversation would lead.
“What’s going to happen to Satoshi? You said Ninomiya won’t hurt him, but from what you said he didn’t want to hurt my brother either and now I’m here alone. And it’s not only Ninomiya that’s dangerous, there’s the hunter, too.”
The pressure on his hand lessened until he couldn’t feel Aiba’s warmth at all anymore.
Aiba had let go of his hand.
“I… believe you… I really do,” the vampire said, his voice dry.
“You only want the best for your friend. I understand that.”
And for the first time since they had lain down on the bed, Masaki looked at him with clear, honest eyes.
“Maybe… you’ll feel better knowing that Nino and I won’t stay here much longer…”
next chapter
Pairing: Ohmiya | Sakuraiba
Rating: PG-13 for chapter 00 - 15 | starting from chapter 16: R
Genre: alternative, angst, mystery
Summary: Ohno Satoshi - newly hired host in a men's club - was slowly losing his hopes for a better life. Then one day he met a mysterious customer and his whole being suddenly hoped that his life would take a turn for the better. But Ohno couldn't even imagine the consequences this no doubt important meeting would have.
Warning: AU (Alternative Universe), RPS (Real Person Slash)
Translator:
lady_alesha♥
Beta: nanao253♥
Prologue | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19
Chapter 20
Ohno had thought the kiss would change things. He had really thought he would see Ninomiya more often now. A kiss was a symbol of affection, was it not? Of closeness? A connection?
Ohno was confused and at the same time his old friend, yearning, came back full force. Why had Nino not been at the club for a month now? Did he not behave in a way that had made Ohno believe that he liked his company? Liked being with him?
‘I don’t think I’ll ever understand Nino-san…,’ he thought sadly, while his gaze roamed the club - as usual. Sho was late, too.
‘I feel lonely…’
But as if someone had heard his thoughts, one of the club’s employees walked towards Satoshi, smirking.
“You have a customer. Table seven.”
Ohno was sure he would now hear Ninomiya’s name, he tensed. But a different name left the employees lips.
Sighing, the host took the drinks and to his immense displeasure saw that his new customer had already ordered two glasses of a very alcoholic beverage.
‘Get a grip, Satoshi. You can’t go over to your customer in a bad mood!’ He took a deep breath and made his was across the club. Suddenly the club seemed spooky. He didn’t know why he was feeling this way, but the voices around him sounded distorted to his ears and the music grated on his nerves. Distracting.
Ohno shook his head quickly, careful not to let the glasses slip through his fingers, and went on, trying valiantly to get rid of the feeling.
He wanted nothing more than to be with Ninomiya again.
Sho didn’t know how long they had been laying next to each other on the bed, holding hands and staring at the ceiling.
He only knew that he liked it.
At the same time he knew he couldn’t stay with the vampire any longer, he should already be at the club as it was. But something held him here, in Aiba’s bed, made him not want to get up.
Made him not want to leave the vampire.
“Masaki-san,” he breathed into the silence. His words didn’t destroy the silence though; it was still there after he spoke. Aiba didn’t answer at first, apparently waiting for Sho to continue, but he squeezed Sho’s hand to show him that he was awake and listening.
But Sho didn’t know what else to say.
Maybe that was why Aiba suddenly opened a topic for conversation that must have bothered him all this time.
“Ne… Sho-kun…,” he began hesitantly. The host could hear how affected he was in his voice.
“Normally… we really have to do that.”
It took a while until Sho understood what Aiba was talking about. He had had to think too much, had to accept too much, in the last few hours and now his brain worked only sluggishly.
“Silencing… the people that know about us,” the vampire continued quietly, his voice sincere. It showed clearly how much he hated what he was saying.
“There’s a valid reason for that…”
Silence followed and Sho suddenly had the feeling that Aiba wouldn’t continue until the host said something. But wasn’t the reason for all this obvious?
“Well… You don’t want people to know that vampires are real… right?” Sho asked carefully, slowly turning his head to Aiba and closing his eyes against the pain. Why did his neck wound have to hurt so much?
“Yes… but that’s not all,” Aiba answered at once, is voice very serious, and the host frowned. What other reason could there be?
Aiba turned around, apparently having felt Sho’s eyes on him. Their eyes met and something changed in the vampire’s gaze.
“You have to understand… Nino and I are… on the run,” haltingly left Aiba’s mouth. It sounded as if he didn’t know how to choose his words.
As if he never talked about this topic.
“There’s someone out there, who hunts us…”
“Good evening, Satoshi-chan.”
Ohno bowed quickly and bit his lip, making sure the customer couldn’t see it. When he looked up again, a smile played on the host’s lips. Slowly but surely he was learning to put up the façade needed for working at the club.
Why did his customer have to be young? Why did his looks evoke the image of Ninomiya in his head only to have his voice and the suffix he used make it obvious that he was just one of those customers that came here to have fun with the hosts?
“Good evening… Matsumoto-san.”
Sho only looked at the vampire for a moment, his eyes confused and his mouth open. He looked at him and tried to sort through what he had just been told, tried to create order from the chaos that were his thoughts at that moment.
“You’re being hunted…?” his voice sounded strangely distorted.
“Hai… I don’t want to talk about it, to be honest. You know more than is good for you anyway but… he made it his goal to hunt down and kill every vampire in the world.” Masaki’s voice grew smaller with every word. Sho could see how painful it was for him to talk about this.
But the host couldn’t just let it go. He had too many questions once again.
“But… I thought, you were… immortal?”
Masaki looked away, but then a small smile appeared on his lips. A sad smile.
“We can’t die of old age, but we have a body just like you humans, the same blood flows through our veins. And if we lose that, we, too, can die.” Aiba’s voice was monotonous; he didn’t seem to want to talk about it.
Sho could only nod to show that he understood.
“Is he a… vampire, too…?” the host asked hesitantly. He wasn’t sure if Masaki would answer, but he had to at least ask.
For a while Masaki didn’t say anything, only breathed deeply. Sho had the feeling he wouldn’t get an answer.
But then Masaki spoke.
“Hai…,” he breathed.
“Why don’t you come closer?” It wasn’t a question, Ohno knew. It was an order, formulated nicely, but unmistakeably an order due to the tone used to deliver it.
But Ohno didn’t want to come closer.
“Erm… do you want another drink, Matsumoto-san?” he tried to distract the customer with a question of his own, knowing very well how much customers disliked this kind of behavior. But Ohno tried everything to get out of having to touch the customer. He knew the glint in his eyes, knew what he wanted.
The customer was playing with him.
‘He’s nothing like Nino-san… even though he looks so young.’ Thoughts of his favorite customer crowded his head and he was unable to suppress them.
‘I want to see him again.’
“18 years ago he found us the last time. During the clash your parents died… they were caught in the middle of a fight between him and Nino…,” the vampire continued quietly, seemingly weighing every word but in the end still not knowing what to say and what to withhold.
That was surely also the reason for the silence that followed, familiar and intimate.
But the silence gave Sho time to think, time to understand.
“So… he killed my parents…?” the host murmured, more to himself than to Aiba, but at the same time hoping for an answer.
Masaki nodded.
“Nino had… successfully cornered him. But before Nino could kill him once and for all, he killed your parents to regain his strength. Nino was at the end of his rope, too, so he grabbed you and your brother and fled.”
The pressure on Sho’s hand grew with every word. The vampire seemed to feel very sorry for him.
Sho could do nothing but listen.
“Nino never really talked about it, so I can only guess. But I guess he felt sorry for you and wanted to save you. But he had lost too much blood during the fight and I guess he lost control, just like I did last night.”
Words Sho didn’t want to believe, couldn’t believe. Words he had to challenge.
“He wanted to save us?”
“Hai… that’s what I think.”
“And you want to be a host? Come here, do something for your money!” Matsumoto angry voice reached him; it was too close, too demanding. But what was Ohno supposed to do? What could he do?
Nothing. He could do nothing and he knew it, had been taught just that every day for the last year. You only met customers like Ninomiya once in your life. Maybe twice, if you counted Masaki. But he had been unique in his own way.
“Kiss me!”
What else could he do?
Slowly he leaned toward the customer and pressed his lips against Matsumoto’s cheek.
He knew that he wasn’t doing what the customer wanted him to. He knew that he would only make the customer angrier. But he hoped his behavior would drive him away, would make Matsumoto lose interest and-
Ohno gasped. He couldn’t breathe and nearly choked when Matsumoto stuck his tongue down his throat.
Where was Ninomiya…?
‘This customer… is disgusting… even though he looks as young as Nino-san… but he is nothing like him…I don’t like this… I…’
A moment later the customer let go of him. Ohno sighed in relief. He was about to turn away, because he thought the customer was finished with him.
This customer was nothing like any of the others. But different in his case wasn’t good…
Before Ohno could move away, he felt wet lips on his throat, a hot tongue on his skin. A cold shiver ran down his spine, but nothing could take his mind off of the nauseating touch.
Then he felt teeth on his throat.
“You know… it’s hard, Masaki-san. Even if I’m sure that… that the two of you have been through a lot. But… my life wasn’t easy either. And that’s mostly because of Ninomiya and this guy, this hunter you told me about.” Sho’s voice sounded weak as he stared at the ceiling.
He didn’t know where this conversation would lead.
“What’s going to happen to Satoshi? You said Ninomiya won’t hurt him, but from what you said he didn’t want to hurt my brother either and now I’m here alone. And it’s not only Ninomiya that’s dangerous, there’s the hunter, too.”
The pressure on his hand lessened until he couldn’t feel Aiba’s warmth at all anymore.
Aiba had let go of his hand.
“I… believe you… I really do,” the vampire said, his voice dry.
“You only want the best for your friend. I understand that.”
And for the first time since they had lain down on the bed, Masaki looked at him with clear, honest eyes.
“Maybe… you’ll feel better knowing that Nino and I won’t stay here much longer…”
next chapter