The Wings of My Tears & Like Family
Title: The Wings of My Tears
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Jun/Ohno
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Ohno comes to terms with his past life, his love for Jun, and himself.
Note: Not betaed. This is for iphridian, who donated to the fundraising for Japan drive on arashi_on. Thank you! By the way, these were supposed to be drabbles... but you know me. Can't write something short to save my life.
This is a sequel to the drabble Love is Deep, But Fate is Short, as requested.
Nov. 23
Well, this is really weird, but mama said that it would help if I wrote things down, so I guess I’ll try.
I’ve been having weird dreams lately. I kill people and steal things. And that’s bad right?
I don’t know why, but I’m always running from someone and it makes me really tense. If I have that dream I wake up and can’t go back to sleep.
Okay, I didn’t tell mama this part, but Jun-kun is always there too.
Nov. 27
I had that dream again, just right now. I was running down a long hallway and someone was chasing me. I was really scared, but then I noticed it was Jun-kun so I thought I shouldn’t be scared anymore, but I was, but it turned out okay because I had knives, but that’s bad, right?
I really don’t want to hurt Jun-kun.
Nov. Dec. 2
I don’t think this is helping.
I got really scared when Jun woke me up at the hotel this morning. I didn’t have a dream, but it seems like it’s always on my mind now. I really don’t like it. It makes me feel like I’m not myself.
Feb. 14
I’m getting used to it. The dreams don’t scare me as much as they used to and I think I’m starting to remember more. Is it possible it was a past life? That’s what Aiba-chan told me. That maybe I was remembering something that happened in the past when I was unconscious. He says it happens to people all the time.
I don’t know. I guess it’s cool to be a thief or assassin, but I don’t want to hurt any of my friends.
Why couldn’t I be a baker in my past life?
Mar. 8
Okay, I really didn’t want to write this, but I have to.
There’s more to my dreams than what I’ve already said, something that’s just as strange as killing people and stealing stuff.
I do things to Jun-kun. Things that boys shouldn’t do to other boys. That’s why I’m so scared of these dreams. They’re just getting worse.
Mar. 9
Sho-kun says that it’s just repressed sexual urges so it’s okay. So I guess it’s okay.
August 25, 2008
It’s been a while since I’ve written in this journal. The dreams haven’t stopped, but I don’t mind anymore. And I really like Jun-kun more than I thought in the beginning, but that’s just between me and you, okay? And maybe Nino.
Anyway, I don’t think I have a use for you anymore, so I’m going to put you in a place that will never see the light of day. I’m sorry. But I’m sure you understand I can’t let my secrets out.
Any of them.
Ohno closed the small book and ran his fingers over the leather cover for a second, reminiscing about the horror that had overtaken him when he had started getting closer to the other Arashi members, after their debut. At the time it was just an added burden, what with being the eldest of the group and being in charge without wanting to, but now he enjoyed the daydreaming and alternate life that he had discovered, whether it was real or not. Either way it was just part of his expanding creativity, something that was easily kept to himself so that he didn’t take it out on Jun or the rest of them.
Staring at the item once again, he debated about just throwing it away completely, but he had already put the effort into bringing it with him to his new apartment anyway, so he shoved it on to the bottom shelf of his bookcase, on top of the photo albums and sketchpads. Even if someone found it and read it, he realized as he was looking through it now that most of it probably didn’t make sense, and especially since he had written the bulk of it so long ago, it could be easily shrugged off as pressure from his job as an idol when he was so young.
The next things that came out of the box were his treasures, which he placed on the middle shelf, where he could look at them every time he walked past, just like he liked to do when he was living with his family at home. Besides stuff that had actually been given to him, as souvenirs or gifts, there were also quite a few things that he had stolen.
Yes, stolen.
It turned out he was very good at it, and after he started having those dreams, he couldn’t stop himself.
Mostly it was little things; a button that had fallen off of Sho’s jacket, a pencil from Aiba’s bag, Jun’s chap stick, a card from Nino’s deck (just the joker because otherwise it would be unusable, but Nino had a lot of cards and he was also the most lenient out of all of them and probably the only one that had noticed Ohno’s kleptomania and sometimes he even covered for him too). And he only ever stole from the four of them, because somehow he knew they wouldn’t care and because he didn’t want to steal from someone else. Stealing was like showing his love for them, even if they didn’t see it.
And there had been a few not little things too, the ones that Ohno liked to look at the most.
During one of his trips, Aiba had brought back a small figure for Sho, of a strange looking woman with long hair and pointy breasts, but he had been forced to wait before he could give it to him because of a mismatch of schedules.
Ohno had plucked it right out of the box and placed it into his pocket, disposing of the rest of the evidence.
He felt bad because Aiba had been blamed for losing it, but Sho shook his head and told him it didn’t matter and so Ohno had kept it for himself.
During another instance, Nino had brought in an old gameboy, one of the square block kind, planning to throw it away because it didn’t work anymore. Ohno was pretty sure this was an intentional act on his part to encourage him, because Nino never threw anything away, and why would he bring it into the studio to do so, and why would he leave his messenger bag unattended for so long if he was telling the truth? But Ohno took the bait, discreetly retrieving it despite the other members in the room, and moved it into his own bag to be put by the pointy breasted statue on his shelf later. And of course Nino didn’t seem surprised that it was gone.
The last was the one he was proudest of.
It had happened a few months ago, when Jun had gotten a new phone charm just the day before Ohno stole it right off of his cell.
It had been difficult to, first of all, come up with the timing so that it wasn’t obvious that it was gone, during a moment that Jun would be distracted--but he hadn’t had it that long anyway, so he probably wouldn’t notice easily--and second of all, to get the phone alone.
He pulled it out of Jun’s pocket while he was engrossed in a manga, slid it under his jacket and undid the strap before sliding it back into place.
It was a work of art.
Either that, or Jun was more tolerant of his habit than Nino was, but that was hard to believe, especially since the strap had been specifically made for him with his name spelled out in gems (which was part of the reason that Ohno had wanted it so badly in the first place).
The next day, Jun nonchalantly asked a staff about it, but he just seemed more confused than anything and let it drop almost immediately.
Out of all of his stolen things, Ohno liked it the most, the way the letters sparkled in the light and the nice balance of the three of them and every time he looked at it, which he did often, he felt a new rush of fulfillment somewhere deep in his stomach.
+++
Ohno was trying to find The Answer.
He wasn’t even sure what The Question was, but somehow he had convinced himself that he had come closer to finding the earlier than the later, that it was just out of his vision and he was waiting for a smack to the side of the head so that he would see it.
The smack came faster than anticipated.
“What do you guys think?” Jun asked, bowing a little in his new dark blue kimono, which he had picked out as part of filming for a segment on one of their variety shows.
“Oh! Look at you!” Aiba giggled, coming closer to examine the outfit, “We don’t really wear stuff like this do we?”
“It looks great! Like an adult,” Sho threw in with a smile, and he joined his friend in examining the kimono closer.
But Nino was the only one who noticed Ohno’s sudden stiffness, the fact that he had stopped moving completely as he stared at his good friend and object of affection for the last ten years.
Being in London, I’ve missed the ascetics of a kimono. It suits you, Jun. You look beautiful.
But, seeing as this is going to be our last meeting, I decided to do what I want.
This is… impossible. It can’t be… you.
I won’t forget you, Jun. How you feel. How you taste.
You’ve taken such good care of me.
Love is deep. But fate is short. Maybe in the next life, Jun.
Maybe in the next life.
Nino elbowed him in the side and Ohno forced a smile. The others were staring at him, and if he had to assess the situation, he’d say that Jun had just asked him what he thought about his clothing.
“It suits you, Jun. You look beautiful.”
It was the only thing that came to his lips, but instead of seeming pleased at the compliment, Jun looked like he had been slapped across the face.
It was awkward after that. Ohno had managed a cordial relationship with Jun since the beginning despite the passion burning in his chest, threatening to explode at inopportune times, but it wasn’t something that only affected the two of them. No, the entire group was affected by this.
Nino sat next to him on the couch and touched his knee lightly, giving him a consoling look.
“Is it weird?” Ohno asked softly, glancing over at his friend and silently thanking him for being there. He didn’t even have to specify the topic because he already knew that Nino knew. In fact, Ohno knew his fondness of Jun was quite generally obvious.
“Of course not.”
+++
The next day Ohno stole Jun’s schedule book, the one that he kept close to him at all times, that had his set of appointments and list of things to do and that Jun couldn’t live without.
He knew he was being stupid, making this more complicated than he needed to, but when his fingers itched like this there was no stopping them.
+++
Jun was waiting for him when he got home.
He wasn’t sure how he got in to his apartment, but Jun had his ways and Nino had his ways and between the five of them it always seemed that things worked together to turn out right.
And because of that, Ohno didn’t try to make excuses for himself when the place he found his friend was in front of his bookcase, eyeing his precious collection of stolen goods.
“I was wondering where that went,” Jun said calmly, indicating the phone strap, but he didn’t move to take it back and instead simply turned to Ohno as he stood in the doorway staring back at him neutrally.
Neither of them moved, both unwilling to give ground on the awkward tension between them.
Eventually Jun was the one to concede and he sighed, holding out his hand.
“I know you took it and I need it back.”
But Ohno didn’t want to. He knew how important it was to Jun when he took it, but it was important to him too, because it was important to Jun.
This confrontation was deeper than just Ohno stealing a book, though, and that was much was obvious to both of them. They needed to work this out so that they could return to their Arashi normalcy (if it could be called that), plus they knew it would bug the hell out of Jun, whatever it was, until it was resolved, and because of that Ohno was just as willing.
There was still dead silence for a full minute before Jun once again gave in first and admitted, “I’ve been having these dreams about you, Ohno.”
That was the last piece.
“How does yours end?”
That question obviously caught Jun off guard and his eyes widened, like he never assumed that Ohno was also having them, or that they were even remotely the same.
After he floundered, trying to find an answer or at least a place to start at, Ohno offered in a serious voice, “Love is deep. But fate is short. Maybe in the next life, Jun.”
His mouth fell open at those words, the same deadpan look as earlier, when he had been called beautiful, but something must be coming around because he whispered his answer breathlessly.
“You left. I never saw you again. I gave up chasing and started writing.”
“That sounds nice,” Ohno smiled softly and took a step forward, their new understanding breaking the tension between them.
“It’s sad,” Jun argued, his tone still low, but he wrapped his arm around Ohno and pulled him against his chest tenderly, as if hoping he wouldn’t disturb this fantasy they had stepped in to. “What about you? How does yours end?”
“It doesn’t.”
He didn't have a response to that answer. One probably didn’t exist.
So Jun simply kissed his forehead instead.
Ohno’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned against his shoulder.
“Say something that will make me fall in love with you.”
Chuckling first, Jun replied, “But I thought you already were.”
“Do it anyway,” Ohno requested, wrapping his arms lightly around his back.
After a short pause, he started confidently, as if he had read the same words every day throughout his whole life.
“The wings of my tears, yearning for a spring where happiness flutters about,
Become scattering flower petals, headed for you.
A life where I love and am loved is budding and blooming.
That view will never fade, a wish dances in my heart.”
Unable to make a comment immediately, it took several breaths before Ohno let out a small sigh and asked, “What’s that?”
“I wrote it for you. In my dream.”
“For me?”
“After you left.” His grip grew tighter. “You’re not really going to leave are you?”
“No. I’m yours forever, Jun.”
“Even in the next life?”
“In the next life too.”
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A/N: As mentioned, this wasn't betaed, so I'm actually not sure if this was a satisfactory sequel or not. I really liked the original, and if this is becoming a series, I want it to be just as good as the first... By the way, did everything make sense? Since it's a little short, I have no confidence that it fit together in writing like it did in my head... =A= Also, fun fact: in my initial idea, they had sex at the end, but when I was writing I just... stopped. It was like Oh. It's the end. That happens a lot when I write...Sometimes yarukizero forces me to continue, but since she didn't read this, she couldn't. >.< I'm sorry everyone who wanted mad Juntoshi sex!!
By the way, for those curious, the lyrics used as Jun's dialogue are from the song Sakurabita, and part of the prompt from iphridian.
Title: Like Family
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Jun/Ohno, Yamapi/Ohno, slight Sho/Nino/Aiba
Summary: Ohno is the tentative heir to a mafia family, but can such a soft guy like him be a good boss...?
Note: Also not betaed and also for iphridian and also supposed to be a drabble.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Jun put some pressure against the ties holding his arms together at the small of his back, but they didn’t give at all, just like they hadn’t for the last hour.
He was in trouble, but honestly, whatever these bastards would do to him couldn’t be worse than his punishment for failing his mission.
But it was their fault for sending him! He was only sixteen, how could he do this by himself?! Yeah, he understood it was an initiation of sorts, but why did he have to do something this dangerous alone? They were crazy for making him and he was crazy was for doing it and had gotten into this mess.
When the iron door of his cell opened, Jun didn’t look over at the intruder, anticipating what was coming, what always came when you were involved in the mafia. He could be killed, or worse, tortured for information and then killed. Jun wasn’t really cut out for this life, didn’t really want this life, but his father was a boss so there was no choice for him. At least this way it was over with quickly instead of being drawn out year after year.
“Matsumoto, huh?”
He perked up the soft voice calling his family name, but still couldn’t bring himself to turn. If they knew who he was as well, he was in even deeper fucking shit than he thought.
The click of expensive shoes on the hard floor resounded throughout the room as the man stepped closer, until his lower half came into view without Jun moving at all, and his pants were expensive too, although wrinkled to a point that Jun would have chided him if he was part of his own mafia family.
He was breathing heavily as he waited for his punishment, or at least to be pulled up by the hair to look at his captor in the face and be forced to show him some respect, but it was simply quiet, other than the noises that Jun couldn’t contain.
“They told me I should hurt you,” came the gentle voice again. “That I needed to teach you a lesson.”
It was so still in the room, now that Jun was holding his breath to make out all the words and not miss the ones that were coming.
“But I don’t like that. I don’t like hurting other people.”
What the hell?! A member of the mafia who didn’t exert violence on their enemy?
Although Jun was running somewhere in the same vein, shying away from confrontation whenever he was able to, if it came right down to it he could.
Yeah, uhm, it just had never come right down to it yet.
“So if you promise never to break in here again I’ll let you go.”
This time the man squatted down and slid his hand under Jun’s chin to pull his eyes into a locked gaze and Jun immediately fell in love with the chubby man looking back at him.
Any sarcastic comments to that weak offer died on his tongue as Jun took in the gentle features, and his heartbeat increased at the simple touch on the bottom of his face.
And then the man smiled and Jun thought his heart might have just exploded.
“Promise?” he asked again with a slight giggle.
+++
Instead Jun joined him.
Forsook his own family without a second thought and followed the man named Ohno Satoshi, who turned out to be the leader of a fairly well known mafia group. Although when Jun had initially broke in to steal information from them as his initiation into his previous clan, he couldn’t figure out how they were so strong despite their very small list of conflict victories, now he knew it was because of Ohno.
He was beautiful and kind and caring and loved all of his men and they all loved him. And Jun had absolutely no qualms with joining them despite being from a rival clan and knowing that he would be killed on the spot if ever discovered.
But it was worth it to be near Ohno.
At first the other members were wary of him.
“He’s a Matsumoto,” Yamapi had said.
“He’s too gangly,” Nino had said.
“Ohno’s too soft,” Touma had said.
But he proved to them they were all wrong (although they might have all been right too), and that he was loyal to them and useful (okay, not so useful because the only position he qualified for was Ohno’s secretary, which made everyone else jealous enough that they changed the title to lackey), but after working tirelessly for a full year they finally accepted him, although that might have happened earlier and he didn’t realize it.
Despite being strong, Ohno’s group was small. Yamapi was the second in command (although no one knew why other than he manipulated his way there) and well rounded, at least the most out of all of them. He had studied medicine for a little while before he joined the group (rumor had it that Touma, who knew him before-hand, had brought Ohno to him one day for treatment, begging him not to tell anyone else, and Yamapi fell in love just as quickly as Jun had) and was therefore designated as the family doctor (even though he technically wasn’t one).
Aiba and Nino had been part of the group when Ohno had taken over as boss, forced into the position by Johnny because he was the oldest and if he didn’t do it, the group would be dispersed and none of them wanted to lose each other. Sho had come in a little while later as a second generation mafia minion and had chosen Ohno’s group because it needed him (and maybe he was just a little attracted to both Aiba and Nino).
Sho was not strong at all, but he was smart. Which was good because Aiba was strong but not smart. Together they were a pretty good team, but once you added Nino it was like adding a chili pepper to curry and rice, making it fantastically spicy and amazing, or at least that’s how Sho put it but none of them admitted that comparison was any good.
Seriously, though, Nino held them all together. He was the person that would cheer them up when sad, encourage them when they were tired and give them advice when they needed it. He was also pretty wicked with a knife too, but preferred to stay out of the fighting if there ever was any (which there usually wasn’t).
Touma had been picked up on the street when he was a teenager, needing a place to stay, and so Ohno took him in immediately. Over the years Touma had developed a strong overprotective attitude concerning the boss (well, they all had, but he was particularly bad), and had developed amazing skills with a gun and was reliable in a pinch.
Kame was a special case and the most lethal out of all of them. He had been next in line for boss of another related family, but the group fell apart at the last minute and so he was shoved into Ohno’s. But just like the rest of them, once he had met their boss, he couldn’t help but agree (even if he tried so hard to keep that from being obvious).
There were a few other boys, like Chinen, Yamada, and Nakayama, but they were even lower ranking on the chain than Jun was (he assumed that was because with his name came some respect despite being from a rival group), and were usually out collecting information or keeping their eyes open for something rather than hanging around with the other family members.
Altogether Jun felt much more at home in this group than with his actual blood relatives and even though he could almost feel fate breathing down his neck, he managed to make it through life one day at a time, looking forward to being with Ohno even when he was exhausted, in his own bed in his own room in the basement, alone, ready to fall asleep. His life revolved around the other man, and somehow he was completely content with that.
That day, they were in Ohno’s office, which was really more of a general hanging out place for all of them, but he had paperwork today (who ever heard of mafia paperwork?) so the others had made themselves scarce, because otherwise they would be cornered into helping.
But Jun didn’t mind helping if he got to sit next to Ohno for hours on end, gently answering questions the older man should already know the answer to and giving him a massage when Jun felt like taking a break himself.
Of course that always made Ohno take a break too, but Jun couldn’t help prolonging the time it would take them to finish for a little more one on one with his favorite person.
“That’s nice, Jun-kun,” he sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back on his big chair as Jun stood behind him and kneaded his shoulders. “Jun-kun’s the best…”
“You must be tired. How about another cup of coffee?” he asked in a soft voice, brushing his thumbs across Ohno’s neck unconsciously.
“I thought you two were supposed to be working,” came an annoyed voice from across the room, and Jun jumped a little, looking up to find Yamapi already walking towards them with a steaming cup in his hands.
Of course there wasn’t one for Jun.
“Go get your own,” he replied curtly when Jun looked at the cup pointedly, but Jun just half-heartedly glared at him and took up his seat at the edge of the desk as Ohno looked between them curiously.
Jun would wait until someone else was in the room with Yamapi and Ohno before he got his own. It wasn’t that he expected something to happen, because Yamapi was too shy and Ohno too oblivious, but because he was jealous of any time the doctor got alone with their boss. They were rivals in love, so to speak, even if they both knew that nothing would ever come of it. And they had too much respect for each other anyway, to make a move on Ohno-they at least liked each other to that degree.
“Pi-chan? Did you come to help us?” Ohno asked in an enthusiastic voice, taking the coffee and placing it on top of a stack of papers.
Jun immediately moved it again, clearing a small place on the table near the lamp and wiping off the fresh coffee rings from the top sheet.
“Uh…” The hesitation on his face was obvious-none of them wanted to help with this mountain of work because they knew that they would be the one doing it all, just like Jun was. In fact, if he had been serious about it, Jun would have told Ohno that he wasn’t being more of a hindrance than a help and to go play with the others already, but he had found an indirect way to spend time with him, and so much at that, that he was willing to wade through all the work for it. And it was Ohno’s responsibility anyway, so he didn’t feel too bad about making him suffer with him.
“Well you see,” Yamapi tried to start again, eyes darting around the room and eventually falling on Jun as if to ask for help, but Jun just wanted him to leave already so he gave him a blank stare. “I’m working on some other really important stuff right now… I just took a break so I thought you might want some coffee…”
Ohno’s face fell and he looked down at his desk, which had barely changed in the last hour. “Oh…”
Yamapi almost gave in to the pouting. “I’m just afraid if I get started that I’ll have to leave at an important time, that’s all,” he tried to explain, but Jun knew that meant even if I help a little you’ll just dump it all on me anyway.
“Okay,” Ohno nodded, obviously trying not to be too disappointed. “I guess me and Jun-kun will just keep trying, then.”
Yamapi’s eye twitched at that and Jun smirked at him (and would have stuck his tongue out if Ohno hadn’t been watching them) but it was obvious that Yamapi thought that the mess Jun was wading through right now was enough punishment to cancel out his reward.
“How about some coffee?” Jun asked in a low, almost sarcastic voice, trying to piss off Yamapi enough to prod him out of the room already.
“Get it yourself,” he spat back with a glare, then smoothed out his face and turned back to Ohno to say something else.
But before he could, Ohno let out a sweet, “You can have some of mine, Jun-kun.”
Yamapi was fuming when he finally left the room several minutes later.
In the late afternoon, their reverie was interrupted by a gun shot.
Ohno reacted before Jun did.
He stood up, completely serious and motioned for Jun to get down on the floor.
“Ohno, you need to get under the desk. You’re the boss,” Jun whined, even as he slipped out of his seat, but the other man was easing towards the window, backing up against the wall so he could look out while only minimally exposing himself.
“Something’s happening. I need to get down to the entrance and help,” he explained as he stared out the window and then slowly descended to the floor, passing Jun and heading towards the door at a half crawl.
“I’ll come too-“ Jun whispered, taking off after him, mimicking Ohno’s fluid movements, but the mafia boss stopped immediately and pushed him back harsher than Jun thought was possible.
“Get under the desk and stay there.”
Jun stared at him in shock and almost fear. Ohno’s eyes were serious and his features were sharp and solid.
“Ohno-Why-“
And then he was being kissed fully on the mouth.
But it only lasted a moment, fleeting enough that Jun could convince himself it was his imagination, if not for the fact that Ohno pushed him again, violently enough to make him fall over, and whispered, “I love you so get under the fucking desk.”
Ohno hadn’t hesitated to leave after that. He made his way to the door, shutting it firmly behind him, and Jun managed to make it under the desk, his brain overloaded with questions and possibilities.
More gunshots came, though, and he loved Ohno too and he was worried.
But he sat still for a full two minute before he swallowed and silently apologized, crawling to the door much more slowly than his boss had. He didn’t have a gun, but that didn’t matter because Jun didn’t know how to use one well enough for it to not be a burden to him, but he could take care of himself in other ways if it came down to it. And hopefully Ohno too.
The halls were empty, as expected. Trying to remember to watch for openings where someone could shoot at him if he wasn’t careful, he made his way to the staircase and slowly descended.
When he hit the halfway landing, where he could see all of the room below him quite clearly, Jun bent down again behind the solid whitewall railing, raising his head inch by inch so he wouldn’t be noticed as easily. There was a gunshot right below him so he jumped in surprise and placed a hand over his heart, knowing how soft he had become while staying with Ohno (in his father’s family he would have been forced to train every day, become desensitized to violence until he could kill someone else without blinking). He hoped he could remember the little he had learned before his big life change, and what he had picked up from the other members after that.
Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to be quiet, he raised his head again, hoping to get a clear view of the situation.
It was a wreck with all sorts of pieces of furniture scattered around, either destroyed in the fight or being used for hiding, and Ohno’s fluffy hair was seen against the gray of the far wall, moving gradually towards where Aiba was clutching his leg in the corner, covered by a couch and over turned metal table. Luckily enough, Jun was able to tear his eyes away from the two of them and check for where that shot had come from.
None of their own men were to be seen in the room otherwise, but there an unknown man dressed in a black suit with a gun in his hand that had somehow figured out their location and was closing in on the corner where Aiba was wounded (Ohno had arrived and was now bending over to check the injury) and Jun could feel his heart speed up and his body take action before he could tell it to.
Jumping from the overhang where he had been hiding, Jun dropped the body length to the floor, right behind the guy he had been following with his eyes who turned around at the noise with his gun brandished, but Jun’s leg had already come up as he instantly recovered and he kicked the arm as hard as he could, which effectively send the weapon to the floor.
Following up with a punch to the face, the enemy was flat on his back the next second, completely out cold and bleeding.
Jun had never made anyone bleed before.
“Jun, you-“
He was pretty sure that Ohno was just going to call him some nasty names, and he certainly looked like he could, but instead he waved him over to the corner and the three of them rendezvoused.
“I thought I told you-“ Ohno started again in a lowered voice, but Aiba was making a pained face, so he stopped and turned back to their friend to ask him what had happened.
“I’m not sure-Sho-chan said something about an attack and that I should warn you, so I came up here, but there were already some of them…!” he took a breath through his teeth, wincing again, and then added, “They caught me off guard and I ended up like this. Are you sure they’re all gone?”
“I only saw the one guy,” Jun explained, although he had to admit he hadn’t taken a particularly good look around once he noticed that they were in trouble.
And then the door clicked and they all fell silent.
Muffled footsteps started across the room.
Then a quiet, “Aiba-chan?”
“Nino, over here,” Ohno whispered back for them, and Nino took a breath of relief as they came into view, immediately becoming worried once he saw Aiba.
“What happened?”
“No, we need to know what the situation is first,” Ohno replied solemnly, even as Nino leaned down in front of him and began running his hands over Aiba’s face.
“I don’t know. I don’t know where these guys came from but they’re swarming all over the place downstairs. Everyone’s fighting, but Sho was worried about you two so he sent Aiba… but I decided to come too when none of you returned.”
“I need to go and see,” Ohno replied immediately, then started back the way Nino had come, but Jun grabbed his hand before he got anywhere.
“I’m going with you.”
“You were supposed to stay upstairs.”
“I’m going with you,” Jun said stubbornly, linking their fingers together and squeezing his hand encouragingly.
So with a final solemn glance from Ohno, who knew it wasn’t worth the effort to argue with him in this sort of situation, the two of them headed for the door and then down the next eerily quiet hallway together.
They were met with a confrontation immediately.
The man who jumped out at them, a gun held poised for action in front of him, was someone Jun recognized, a lackey of his father’s, and it was obvious that he was recognized too--the man smirked before cocking the weapon in preparation.
But when the shot sounded, it wasn’t Jun that fell to the ground, but Ohno.
Blood was already staining his shirt as he coughed for breath and if not for the next cocking sound, Jun would have fallen with him, taking the older man in his arms and weeping in sorrow at the tragedy that had just happened, but he was getting ready for another shot and there must still be a chance for them to make it out of this together.
The shooter was far enough away that Jun was forced to dodge the next shot, and somehow he did--either that or he didn’t feel it--and then he was on him, this piece of shit that was ruining his perfect life.
Just like before, it was a hard kick to the arm first and then a punch in the nose, but this time the guy didn’t go down as easily despite blood coating his face.
The butt of the gun hit the side of Jun’s temple, making him reel uncontrollably, but he recovered enough (or was lucky enough) to land another punch to the man’s head, feeling the hard jaw give way and sending a jolt of pain up his arm.
He took the opportunity to push the man to the ground, landing hard on his chest with a knee, and retrieved the gun from his loosened grip, poising it directly at his target’s head.
The man only looked up at him with a lopsided smirk, as if to say that he couldn’t do it.
A loud bang resounded throughout the empty hallway, but it wasn’t the gun, rather the door slamming open at one end.
But Jun didn’t take his eyes off of his victim, who was a bloody mess, and didn’t move at all from his position with the gun even though the person coming towards him might be another enemy.
“Jun…”
He was honestly just about to pull the trigger. He needed to kill this man.
“Jun, stop.”
Tears welled up in his eyes and he thought those words had come from Ohno even though he was laying motionlessly behind him and it was all Jun’s fault because he couldn’t protect him and he was a Matsumoto and you couldn’t make everything turn out right with only love.
But it was Touma’s hands on his own shaking ones, gently pulling them away from the man that was raggedly breathing now, blood oozing until it was pooling on the floor, and it was Touma’s voice coaxing him out of his heated moment.
“Ohno… he’s-“ Jun choked, trying to point behind him, lowering the gun to his side, unable to actually turn around himself for fear of what he would see.
And apparently it was over. Within a minute the rest of the family had shown up and Ohno had been moved to the back room, Sho trying to stop the bleeding with a clean blanket while Nino was calming everyone down. Jun stood at the back of the group, staring helplessly, and then finally Yamapi, the last member, had arrived and pushed himself to the front to see what had happened.
He was already in a panic, but when he took note of Ohno’s wounds he started openly crying.
But he was together enough to start spouting out directions, the stuff he needed from the store room and water and more blankets, and then half of them were gone again, frantic for their leader.
And then Yamapi stood and slowly walked over to where Jun was frozen.
He stared at him in the eyes for two full seconds before he punched him as hard as he could, hard enough to break Jun’s nose.
Falling to the floor, Jun finally was jarred out of his daze, and tears were mixed with his own blood as it dripped to the floor.
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A/N: Another one of those Oh. It's the end. stories. ^__^;; I guess it's bad enough that a lot of people will get mad at me? It started out sweet and funny then turned to hardcore action. How was it? I can seriously picture Ohno as a sleepy eyed mafia boss that makes everyone else do his work for him. :)
Rating: PGish
Pairing: Jun/Ohno
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Ohno comes to terms with his past life, his love for Jun, and himself.
Note: Not betaed. This is for iphridian, who donated to the fundraising for Japan drive on arashi_on. Thank you! By the way, these were supposed to be drabbles... but you know me. Can't write something short to save my life.
This is a sequel to the drabble Love is Deep, But Fate is Short, as requested.
Nov. 23
Well, this is really weird, but mama said that it would help if I wrote things down, so I guess I’ll try.
I’ve been having weird dreams lately. I kill people and steal things. And that’s bad right?
I don’t know why, but I’m always running from someone and it makes me really tense. If I have that dream I wake up and can’t go back to sleep.
Okay, I didn’t tell mama this part, but Jun-kun is always there too.
Nov. 27
I had that dream again, just right now. I was running down a long hallway and someone was chasing me. I was really scared, but then I noticed it was Jun-kun so I thought I shouldn’t be scared anymore, but I was, but it turned out okay because I had knives, but that’s bad, right?
I really don’t want to hurt Jun-kun.
Nov. Dec. 2
I don’t think this is helping.
I got really scared when Jun woke me up at the hotel this morning. I didn’t have a dream, but it seems like it’s always on my mind now. I really don’t like it. It makes me feel like I’m not myself.
Feb. 14
I’m getting used to it. The dreams don’t scare me as much as they used to and I think I’m starting to remember more. Is it possible it was a past life? That’s what Aiba-chan told me. That maybe I was remembering something that happened in the past when I was unconscious. He says it happens to people all the time.
I don’t know. I guess it’s cool to be a thief or assassin, but I don’t want to hurt any of my friends.
Why couldn’t I be a baker in my past life?
Mar. 8
Okay, I really didn’t want to write this, but I have to.
There’s more to my dreams than what I’ve already said, something that’s just as strange as killing people and stealing stuff.
I do things to Jun-kun. Things that boys shouldn’t do to other boys. That’s why I’m so scared of these dreams. They’re just getting worse.
Mar. 9
Sho-kun says that it’s just repressed sexual urges so it’s okay. So I guess it’s okay.
August 25, 2008
It’s been a while since I’ve written in this journal. The dreams haven’t stopped, but I don’t mind anymore. And I really like Jun-kun more than I thought in the beginning, but that’s just between me and you, okay? And maybe Nino.
Anyway, I don’t think I have a use for you anymore, so I’m going to put you in a place that will never see the light of day. I’m sorry. But I’m sure you understand I can’t let my secrets out.
Any of them.
Ohno closed the small book and ran his fingers over the leather cover for a second, reminiscing about the horror that had overtaken him when he had started getting closer to the other Arashi members, after their debut. At the time it was just an added burden, what with being the eldest of the group and being in charge without wanting to, but now he enjoyed the daydreaming and alternate life that he had discovered, whether it was real or not. Either way it was just part of his expanding creativity, something that was easily kept to himself so that he didn’t take it out on Jun or the rest of them.
Staring at the item once again, he debated about just throwing it away completely, but he had already put the effort into bringing it with him to his new apartment anyway, so he shoved it on to the bottom shelf of his bookcase, on top of the photo albums and sketchpads. Even if someone found it and read it, he realized as he was looking through it now that most of it probably didn’t make sense, and especially since he had written the bulk of it so long ago, it could be easily shrugged off as pressure from his job as an idol when he was so young.
The next things that came out of the box were his treasures, which he placed on the middle shelf, where he could look at them every time he walked past, just like he liked to do when he was living with his family at home. Besides stuff that had actually been given to him, as souvenirs or gifts, there were also quite a few things that he had stolen.
Yes, stolen.
It turned out he was very good at it, and after he started having those dreams, he couldn’t stop himself.
Mostly it was little things; a button that had fallen off of Sho’s jacket, a pencil from Aiba’s bag, Jun’s chap stick, a card from Nino’s deck (just the joker because otherwise it would be unusable, but Nino had a lot of cards and he was also the most lenient out of all of them and probably the only one that had noticed Ohno’s kleptomania and sometimes he even covered for him too). And he only ever stole from the four of them, because somehow he knew they wouldn’t care and because he didn’t want to steal from someone else. Stealing was like showing his love for them, even if they didn’t see it.
And there had been a few not little things too, the ones that Ohno liked to look at the most.
During one of his trips, Aiba had brought back a small figure for Sho, of a strange looking woman with long hair and pointy breasts, but he had been forced to wait before he could give it to him because of a mismatch of schedules.
Ohno had plucked it right out of the box and placed it into his pocket, disposing of the rest of the evidence.
He felt bad because Aiba had been blamed for losing it, but Sho shook his head and told him it didn’t matter and so Ohno had kept it for himself.
During another instance, Nino had brought in an old gameboy, one of the square block kind, planning to throw it away because it didn’t work anymore. Ohno was pretty sure this was an intentional act on his part to encourage him, because Nino never threw anything away, and why would he bring it into the studio to do so, and why would he leave his messenger bag unattended for so long if he was telling the truth? But Ohno took the bait, discreetly retrieving it despite the other members in the room, and moved it into his own bag to be put by the pointy breasted statue on his shelf later. And of course Nino didn’t seem surprised that it was gone.
The last was the one he was proudest of.
It had happened a few months ago, when Jun had gotten a new phone charm just the day before Ohno stole it right off of his cell.
It had been difficult to, first of all, come up with the timing so that it wasn’t obvious that it was gone, during a moment that Jun would be distracted--but he hadn’t had it that long anyway, so he probably wouldn’t notice easily--and second of all, to get the phone alone.
He pulled it out of Jun’s pocket while he was engrossed in a manga, slid it under his jacket and undid the strap before sliding it back into place.
It was a work of art.
Either that, or Jun was more tolerant of his habit than Nino was, but that was hard to believe, especially since the strap had been specifically made for him with his name spelled out in gems (which was part of the reason that Ohno had wanted it so badly in the first place).
The next day, Jun nonchalantly asked a staff about it, but he just seemed more confused than anything and let it drop almost immediately.
Out of all of his stolen things, Ohno liked it the most, the way the letters sparkled in the light and the nice balance of the three of them and every time he looked at it, which he did often, he felt a new rush of fulfillment somewhere deep in his stomach.
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Ohno was trying to find The Answer.
He wasn’t even sure what The Question was, but somehow he had convinced himself that he had come closer to finding the earlier than the later, that it was just out of his vision and he was waiting for a smack to the side of the head so that he would see it.
The smack came faster than anticipated.
“What do you guys think?” Jun asked, bowing a little in his new dark blue kimono, which he had picked out as part of filming for a segment on one of their variety shows.
“Oh! Look at you!” Aiba giggled, coming closer to examine the outfit, “We don’t really wear stuff like this do we?”
“It looks great! Like an adult,” Sho threw in with a smile, and he joined his friend in examining the kimono closer.
But Nino was the only one who noticed Ohno’s sudden stiffness, the fact that he had stopped moving completely as he stared at his good friend and object of affection for the last ten years.
Being in London, I’ve missed the ascetics of a kimono. It suits you, Jun. You look beautiful.
But, seeing as this is going to be our last meeting, I decided to do what I want.
This is… impossible. It can’t be… you.
I won’t forget you, Jun. How you feel. How you taste.
You’ve taken such good care of me.
Love is deep. But fate is short. Maybe in the next life, Jun.
Maybe in the next life.
Nino elbowed him in the side and Ohno forced a smile. The others were staring at him, and if he had to assess the situation, he’d say that Jun had just asked him what he thought about his clothing.
“It suits you, Jun. You look beautiful.”
It was the only thing that came to his lips, but instead of seeming pleased at the compliment, Jun looked like he had been slapped across the face.
It was awkward after that. Ohno had managed a cordial relationship with Jun since the beginning despite the passion burning in his chest, threatening to explode at inopportune times, but it wasn’t something that only affected the two of them. No, the entire group was affected by this.
Nino sat next to him on the couch and touched his knee lightly, giving him a consoling look.
“Is it weird?” Ohno asked softly, glancing over at his friend and silently thanking him for being there. He didn’t even have to specify the topic because he already knew that Nino knew. In fact, Ohno knew his fondness of Jun was quite generally obvious.
“Of course not.”
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The next day Ohno stole Jun’s schedule book, the one that he kept close to him at all times, that had his set of appointments and list of things to do and that Jun couldn’t live without.
He knew he was being stupid, making this more complicated than he needed to, but when his fingers itched like this there was no stopping them.
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Jun was waiting for him when he got home.
He wasn’t sure how he got in to his apartment, but Jun had his ways and Nino had his ways and between the five of them it always seemed that things worked together to turn out right.
And because of that, Ohno didn’t try to make excuses for himself when the place he found his friend was in front of his bookcase, eyeing his precious collection of stolen goods.
“I was wondering where that went,” Jun said calmly, indicating the phone strap, but he didn’t move to take it back and instead simply turned to Ohno as he stood in the doorway staring back at him neutrally.
Neither of them moved, both unwilling to give ground on the awkward tension between them.
Eventually Jun was the one to concede and he sighed, holding out his hand.
“I know you took it and I need it back.”
But Ohno didn’t want to. He knew how important it was to Jun when he took it, but it was important to him too, because it was important to Jun.
This confrontation was deeper than just Ohno stealing a book, though, and that was much was obvious to both of them. They needed to work this out so that they could return to their Arashi normalcy (if it could be called that), plus they knew it would bug the hell out of Jun, whatever it was, until it was resolved, and because of that Ohno was just as willing.
There was still dead silence for a full minute before Jun once again gave in first and admitted, “I’ve been having these dreams about you, Ohno.”
That was the last piece.
“How does yours end?”
That question obviously caught Jun off guard and his eyes widened, like he never assumed that Ohno was also having them, or that they were even remotely the same.
After he floundered, trying to find an answer or at least a place to start at, Ohno offered in a serious voice, “Love is deep. But fate is short. Maybe in the next life, Jun.”
His mouth fell open at those words, the same deadpan look as earlier, when he had been called beautiful, but something must be coming around because he whispered his answer breathlessly.
“You left. I never saw you again. I gave up chasing and started writing.”
“That sounds nice,” Ohno smiled softly and took a step forward, their new understanding breaking the tension between them.
“It’s sad,” Jun argued, his tone still low, but he wrapped his arm around Ohno and pulled him against his chest tenderly, as if hoping he wouldn’t disturb this fantasy they had stepped in to. “What about you? How does yours end?”
“It doesn’t.”
He didn't have a response to that answer. One probably didn’t exist.
So Jun simply kissed his forehead instead.
Ohno’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned against his shoulder.
“Say something that will make me fall in love with you.”
Chuckling first, Jun replied, “But I thought you already were.”
“Do it anyway,” Ohno requested, wrapping his arms lightly around his back.
After a short pause, he started confidently, as if he had read the same words every day throughout his whole life.
“The wings of my tears, yearning for a spring where happiness flutters about,
Become scattering flower petals, headed for you.
A life where I love and am loved is budding and blooming.
That view will never fade, a wish dances in my heart.”
Unable to make a comment immediately, it took several breaths before Ohno let out a small sigh and asked, “What’s that?”
“I wrote it for you. In my dream.”
“For me?”
“After you left.” His grip grew tighter. “You’re not really going to leave are you?”
“No. I’m yours forever, Jun.”
“Even in the next life?”
“In the next life too.”
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A/N: As mentioned, this wasn't betaed, so I'm actually not sure if this was a satisfactory sequel or not. I really liked the original, and if this is becoming a series, I want it to be just as good as the first... By the way, did everything make sense? Since it's a little short, I have no confidence that it fit together in writing like it did in my head... =A= Also, fun fact: in my initial idea, they had sex at the end, but when I was writing I just... stopped. It was like Oh. It's the end. That happens a lot when I write...Sometimes yarukizero forces me to continue, but since she didn't read this, she couldn't. >.< I'm sorry everyone who wanted mad Juntoshi sex!!
By the way, for those curious, the lyrics used as Jun's dialogue are from the song Sakurabita, and part of the prompt from iphridian.
Title: Like Family
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Jun/Ohno, Yamapi/Ohno, slight Sho/Nino/Aiba
Summary: Ohno is the tentative heir to a mafia family, but can such a soft guy like him be a good boss...?
Note: Also not betaed and also for iphridian and also supposed to be a drabble.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Jun put some pressure against the ties holding his arms together at the small of his back, but they didn’t give at all, just like they hadn’t for the last hour.
He was in trouble, but honestly, whatever these bastards would do to him couldn’t be worse than his punishment for failing his mission.
But it was their fault for sending him! He was only sixteen, how could he do this by himself?! Yeah, he understood it was an initiation of sorts, but why did he have to do something this dangerous alone? They were crazy for making him and he was crazy was for doing it and had gotten into this mess.
When the iron door of his cell opened, Jun didn’t look over at the intruder, anticipating what was coming, what always came when you were involved in the mafia. He could be killed, or worse, tortured for information and then killed. Jun wasn’t really cut out for this life, didn’t really want this life, but his father was a boss so there was no choice for him. At least this way it was over with quickly instead of being drawn out year after year.
“Matsumoto, huh?”
He perked up the soft voice calling his family name, but still couldn’t bring himself to turn. If they knew who he was as well, he was in even deeper fucking shit than he thought.
The click of expensive shoes on the hard floor resounded throughout the room as the man stepped closer, until his lower half came into view without Jun moving at all, and his pants were expensive too, although wrinkled to a point that Jun would have chided him if he was part of his own mafia family.
He was breathing heavily as he waited for his punishment, or at least to be pulled up by the hair to look at his captor in the face and be forced to show him some respect, but it was simply quiet, other than the noises that Jun couldn’t contain.
“They told me I should hurt you,” came the gentle voice again. “That I needed to teach you a lesson.”
It was so still in the room, now that Jun was holding his breath to make out all the words and not miss the ones that were coming.
“But I don’t like that. I don’t like hurting other people.”
What the hell?! A member of the mafia who didn’t exert violence on their enemy?
Although Jun was running somewhere in the same vein, shying away from confrontation whenever he was able to, if it came right down to it he could.
Yeah, uhm, it just had never come right down to it yet.
“So if you promise never to break in here again I’ll let you go.”
This time the man squatted down and slid his hand under Jun’s chin to pull his eyes into a locked gaze and Jun immediately fell in love with the chubby man looking back at him.
Any sarcastic comments to that weak offer died on his tongue as Jun took in the gentle features, and his heartbeat increased at the simple touch on the bottom of his face.
And then the man smiled and Jun thought his heart might have just exploded.
“Promise?” he asked again with a slight giggle.
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Instead Jun joined him.
Forsook his own family without a second thought and followed the man named Ohno Satoshi, who turned out to be the leader of a fairly well known mafia group. Although when Jun had initially broke in to steal information from them as his initiation into his previous clan, he couldn’t figure out how they were so strong despite their very small list of conflict victories, now he knew it was because of Ohno.
He was beautiful and kind and caring and loved all of his men and they all loved him. And Jun had absolutely no qualms with joining them despite being from a rival clan and knowing that he would be killed on the spot if ever discovered.
But it was worth it to be near Ohno.
At first the other members were wary of him.
“He’s a Matsumoto,” Yamapi had said.
“He’s too gangly,” Nino had said.
“Ohno’s too soft,” Touma had said.
But he proved to them they were all wrong (although they might have all been right too), and that he was loyal to them and useful (okay, not so useful because the only position he qualified for was Ohno’s secretary, which made everyone else jealous enough that they changed the title to lackey), but after working tirelessly for a full year they finally accepted him, although that might have happened earlier and he didn’t realize it.
Despite being strong, Ohno’s group was small. Yamapi was the second in command (although no one knew why other than he manipulated his way there) and well rounded, at least the most out of all of them. He had studied medicine for a little while before he joined the group (rumor had it that Touma, who knew him before-hand, had brought Ohno to him one day for treatment, begging him not to tell anyone else, and Yamapi fell in love just as quickly as Jun had) and was therefore designated as the family doctor (even though he technically wasn’t one).
Aiba and Nino had been part of the group when Ohno had taken over as boss, forced into the position by Johnny because he was the oldest and if he didn’t do it, the group would be dispersed and none of them wanted to lose each other. Sho had come in a little while later as a second generation mafia minion and had chosen Ohno’s group because it needed him (and maybe he was just a little attracted to both Aiba and Nino).
Sho was not strong at all, but he was smart. Which was good because Aiba was strong but not smart. Together they were a pretty good team, but once you added Nino it was like adding a chili pepper to curry and rice, making it fantastically spicy and amazing, or at least that’s how Sho put it but none of them admitted that comparison was any good.
Seriously, though, Nino held them all together. He was the person that would cheer them up when sad, encourage them when they were tired and give them advice when they needed it. He was also pretty wicked with a knife too, but preferred to stay out of the fighting if there ever was any (which there usually wasn’t).
Touma had been picked up on the street when he was a teenager, needing a place to stay, and so Ohno took him in immediately. Over the years Touma had developed a strong overprotective attitude concerning the boss (well, they all had, but he was particularly bad), and had developed amazing skills with a gun and was reliable in a pinch.
Kame was a special case and the most lethal out of all of them. He had been next in line for boss of another related family, but the group fell apart at the last minute and so he was shoved into Ohno’s. But just like the rest of them, once he had met their boss, he couldn’t help but agree (even if he tried so hard to keep that from being obvious).
There were a few other boys, like Chinen, Yamada, and Nakayama, but they were even lower ranking on the chain than Jun was (he assumed that was because with his name came some respect despite being from a rival group), and were usually out collecting information or keeping their eyes open for something rather than hanging around with the other family members.
Altogether Jun felt much more at home in this group than with his actual blood relatives and even though he could almost feel fate breathing down his neck, he managed to make it through life one day at a time, looking forward to being with Ohno even when he was exhausted, in his own bed in his own room in the basement, alone, ready to fall asleep. His life revolved around the other man, and somehow he was completely content with that.
That day, they were in Ohno’s office, which was really more of a general hanging out place for all of them, but he had paperwork today (who ever heard of mafia paperwork?) so the others had made themselves scarce, because otherwise they would be cornered into helping.
But Jun didn’t mind helping if he got to sit next to Ohno for hours on end, gently answering questions the older man should already know the answer to and giving him a massage when Jun felt like taking a break himself.
Of course that always made Ohno take a break too, but Jun couldn’t help prolonging the time it would take them to finish for a little more one on one with his favorite person.
“That’s nice, Jun-kun,” he sighed and closed his eyes, leaning back on his big chair as Jun stood behind him and kneaded his shoulders. “Jun-kun’s the best…”
“You must be tired. How about another cup of coffee?” he asked in a soft voice, brushing his thumbs across Ohno’s neck unconsciously.
“I thought you two were supposed to be working,” came an annoyed voice from across the room, and Jun jumped a little, looking up to find Yamapi already walking towards them with a steaming cup in his hands.
Of course there wasn’t one for Jun.
“Go get your own,” he replied curtly when Jun looked at the cup pointedly, but Jun just half-heartedly glared at him and took up his seat at the edge of the desk as Ohno looked between them curiously.
Jun would wait until someone else was in the room with Yamapi and Ohno before he got his own. It wasn’t that he expected something to happen, because Yamapi was too shy and Ohno too oblivious, but because he was jealous of any time the doctor got alone with their boss. They were rivals in love, so to speak, even if they both knew that nothing would ever come of it. And they had too much respect for each other anyway, to make a move on Ohno-they at least liked each other to that degree.
“Pi-chan? Did you come to help us?” Ohno asked in an enthusiastic voice, taking the coffee and placing it on top of a stack of papers.
Jun immediately moved it again, clearing a small place on the table near the lamp and wiping off the fresh coffee rings from the top sheet.
“Uh…” The hesitation on his face was obvious-none of them wanted to help with this mountain of work because they knew that they would be the one doing it all, just like Jun was. In fact, if he had been serious about it, Jun would have told Ohno that he wasn’t being more of a hindrance than a help and to go play with the others already, but he had found an indirect way to spend time with him, and so much at that, that he was willing to wade through all the work for it. And it was Ohno’s responsibility anyway, so he didn’t feel too bad about making him suffer with him.
“Well you see,” Yamapi tried to start again, eyes darting around the room and eventually falling on Jun as if to ask for help, but Jun just wanted him to leave already so he gave him a blank stare. “I’m working on some other really important stuff right now… I just took a break so I thought you might want some coffee…”
Ohno’s face fell and he looked down at his desk, which had barely changed in the last hour. “Oh…”
Yamapi almost gave in to the pouting. “I’m just afraid if I get started that I’ll have to leave at an important time, that’s all,” he tried to explain, but Jun knew that meant even if I help a little you’ll just dump it all on me anyway.
“Okay,” Ohno nodded, obviously trying not to be too disappointed. “I guess me and Jun-kun will just keep trying, then.”
Yamapi’s eye twitched at that and Jun smirked at him (and would have stuck his tongue out if Ohno hadn’t been watching them) but it was obvious that Yamapi thought that the mess Jun was wading through right now was enough punishment to cancel out his reward.
“How about some coffee?” Jun asked in a low, almost sarcastic voice, trying to piss off Yamapi enough to prod him out of the room already.
“Get it yourself,” he spat back with a glare, then smoothed out his face and turned back to Ohno to say something else.
But before he could, Ohno let out a sweet, “You can have some of mine, Jun-kun.”
Yamapi was fuming when he finally left the room several minutes later.
In the late afternoon, their reverie was interrupted by a gun shot.
Ohno reacted before Jun did.
He stood up, completely serious and motioned for Jun to get down on the floor.
“Ohno, you need to get under the desk. You’re the boss,” Jun whined, even as he slipped out of his seat, but the other man was easing towards the window, backing up against the wall so he could look out while only minimally exposing himself.
“Something’s happening. I need to get down to the entrance and help,” he explained as he stared out the window and then slowly descended to the floor, passing Jun and heading towards the door at a half crawl.
“I’ll come too-“ Jun whispered, taking off after him, mimicking Ohno’s fluid movements, but the mafia boss stopped immediately and pushed him back harsher than Jun thought was possible.
“Get under the desk and stay there.”
Jun stared at him in shock and almost fear. Ohno’s eyes were serious and his features were sharp and solid.
“Ohno-Why-“
And then he was being kissed fully on the mouth.
But it only lasted a moment, fleeting enough that Jun could convince himself it was his imagination, if not for the fact that Ohno pushed him again, violently enough to make him fall over, and whispered, “I love you so get under the fucking desk.”
Ohno hadn’t hesitated to leave after that. He made his way to the door, shutting it firmly behind him, and Jun managed to make it under the desk, his brain overloaded with questions and possibilities.
More gunshots came, though, and he loved Ohno too and he was worried.
But he sat still for a full two minute before he swallowed and silently apologized, crawling to the door much more slowly than his boss had. He didn’t have a gun, but that didn’t matter because Jun didn’t know how to use one well enough for it to not be a burden to him, but he could take care of himself in other ways if it came down to it. And hopefully Ohno too.
The halls were empty, as expected. Trying to remember to watch for openings where someone could shoot at him if he wasn’t careful, he made his way to the staircase and slowly descended.
When he hit the halfway landing, where he could see all of the room below him quite clearly, Jun bent down again behind the solid whitewall railing, raising his head inch by inch so he wouldn’t be noticed as easily. There was a gunshot right below him so he jumped in surprise and placed a hand over his heart, knowing how soft he had become while staying with Ohno (in his father’s family he would have been forced to train every day, become desensitized to violence until he could kill someone else without blinking). He hoped he could remember the little he had learned before his big life change, and what he had picked up from the other members after that.
Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to be quiet, he raised his head again, hoping to get a clear view of the situation.
It was a wreck with all sorts of pieces of furniture scattered around, either destroyed in the fight or being used for hiding, and Ohno’s fluffy hair was seen against the gray of the far wall, moving gradually towards where Aiba was clutching his leg in the corner, covered by a couch and over turned metal table. Luckily enough, Jun was able to tear his eyes away from the two of them and check for where that shot had come from.
None of their own men were to be seen in the room otherwise, but there an unknown man dressed in a black suit with a gun in his hand that had somehow figured out their location and was closing in on the corner where Aiba was wounded (Ohno had arrived and was now bending over to check the injury) and Jun could feel his heart speed up and his body take action before he could tell it to.
Jumping from the overhang where he had been hiding, Jun dropped the body length to the floor, right behind the guy he had been following with his eyes who turned around at the noise with his gun brandished, but Jun’s leg had already come up as he instantly recovered and he kicked the arm as hard as he could, which effectively send the weapon to the floor.
Following up with a punch to the face, the enemy was flat on his back the next second, completely out cold and bleeding.
Jun had never made anyone bleed before.
“Jun, you-“
He was pretty sure that Ohno was just going to call him some nasty names, and he certainly looked like he could, but instead he waved him over to the corner and the three of them rendezvoused.
“I thought I told you-“ Ohno started again in a lowered voice, but Aiba was making a pained face, so he stopped and turned back to their friend to ask him what had happened.
“I’m not sure-Sho-chan said something about an attack and that I should warn you, so I came up here, but there were already some of them…!” he took a breath through his teeth, wincing again, and then added, “They caught me off guard and I ended up like this. Are you sure they’re all gone?”
“I only saw the one guy,” Jun explained, although he had to admit he hadn’t taken a particularly good look around once he noticed that they were in trouble.
And then the door clicked and they all fell silent.
Muffled footsteps started across the room.
Then a quiet, “Aiba-chan?”
“Nino, over here,” Ohno whispered back for them, and Nino took a breath of relief as they came into view, immediately becoming worried once he saw Aiba.
“What happened?”
“No, we need to know what the situation is first,” Ohno replied solemnly, even as Nino leaned down in front of him and began running his hands over Aiba’s face.
“I don’t know. I don’t know where these guys came from but they’re swarming all over the place downstairs. Everyone’s fighting, but Sho was worried about you two so he sent Aiba… but I decided to come too when none of you returned.”
“I need to go and see,” Ohno replied immediately, then started back the way Nino had come, but Jun grabbed his hand before he got anywhere.
“I’m going with you.”
“You were supposed to stay upstairs.”
“I’m going with you,” Jun said stubbornly, linking their fingers together and squeezing his hand encouragingly.
So with a final solemn glance from Ohno, who knew it wasn’t worth the effort to argue with him in this sort of situation, the two of them headed for the door and then down the next eerily quiet hallway together.
They were met with a confrontation immediately.
The man who jumped out at them, a gun held poised for action in front of him, was someone Jun recognized, a lackey of his father’s, and it was obvious that he was recognized too--the man smirked before cocking the weapon in preparation.
But when the shot sounded, it wasn’t Jun that fell to the ground, but Ohno.
Blood was already staining his shirt as he coughed for breath and if not for the next cocking sound, Jun would have fallen with him, taking the older man in his arms and weeping in sorrow at the tragedy that had just happened, but he was getting ready for another shot and there must still be a chance for them to make it out of this together.
The shooter was far enough away that Jun was forced to dodge the next shot, and somehow he did--either that or he didn’t feel it--and then he was on him, this piece of shit that was ruining his perfect life.
Just like before, it was a hard kick to the arm first and then a punch in the nose, but this time the guy didn’t go down as easily despite blood coating his face.
The butt of the gun hit the side of Jun’s temple, making him reel uncontrollably, but he recovered enough (or was lucky enough) to land another punch to the man’s head, feeling the hard jaw give way and sending a jolt of pain up his arm.
He took the opportunity to push the man to the ground, landing hard on his chest with a knee, and retrieved the gun from his loosened grip, poising it directly at his target’s head.
The man only looked up at him with a lopsided smirk, as if to say that he couldn’t do it.
A loud bang resounded throughout the empty hallway, but it wasn’t the gun, rather the door slamming open at one end.
But Jun didn’t take his eyes off of his victim, who was a bloody mess, and didn’t move at all from his position with the gun even though the person coming towards him might be another enemy.
“Jun…”
He was honestly just about to pull the trigger. He needed to kill this man.
“Jun, stop.”
Tears welled up in his eyes and he thought those words had come from Ohno even though he was laying motionlessly behind him and it was all Jun’s fault because he couldn’t protect him and he was a Matsumoto and you couldn’t make everything turn out right with only love.
But it was Touma’s hands on his own shaking ones, gently pulling them away from the man that was raggedly breathing now, blood oozing until it was pooling on the floor, and it was Touma’s voice coaxing him out of his heated moment.
“Ohno… he’s-“ Jun choked, trying to point behind him, lowering the gun to his side, unable to actually turn around himself for fear of what he would see.
And apparently it was over. Within a minute the rest of the family had shown up and Ohno had been moved to the back room, Sho trying to stop the bleeding with a clean blanket while Nino was calming everyone down. Jun stood at the back of the group, staring helplessly, and then finally Yamapi, the last member, had arrived and pushed himself to the front to see what had happened.
He was already in a panic, but when he took note of Ohno’s wounds he started openly crying.
But he was together enough to start spouting out directions, the stuff he needed from the store room and water and more blankets, and then half of them were gone again, frantic for their leader.
And then Yamapi stood and slowly walked over to where Jun was frozen.
He stared at him in the eyes for two full seconds before he punched him as hard as he could, hard enough to break Jun’s nose.
Falling to the floor, Jun finally was jarred out of his daze, and tears were mixed with his own blood as it dripped to the floor.
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A/N: Another one of those Oh. It's the end. stories. ^__^;; I guess it's bad enough that a lot of people will get mad at me? It started out sweet and funny then turned to hardcore action. How was it? I can seriously picture Ohno as a sleepy eyed mafia boss that makes everyone else do his work for him. :)