Secrets That Left the Appearance of a Spiral
Title: Secrets That Left the Appearance of a Spiral
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Genre: Action, Drama, AU
Chapter: two
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Ohno is a retired spy who tried to leave his old life behind him. But things don't always work that way. I was unbelievably deep in love/ Secrets that left the appearance of a spiral*
Prologue
One
恋焦がれた嘘みたいに
秘密めいたままスパイラル
I was unbelievably deep in love
Secrets that left the appearance of a spiral*
Chapter two:
Yokoyama brought a TV in with him the next day as well as a file of papers.
“Thought you’d like an update,” he explained, turning on the electronic and switching the channel to a live video feed.
Ohno tried not to watch, but he essentially had no choice.
Jun was in his apartment, sitting on his couch, chatting with his boyfriend.
It was just like it had always been, only now Ohno’s chest ached every time Jun touched Nino, every time they looked at each other. He thought he would start crying when Jun pulled the other man against his chest and Nino tightly gripped onto his shirt.
“Fuck you,” Ohno whispered to Yokoyama, or the TV (he wasn’t really sure), but the video feed kept playing while his captor began giving him details about their targeted item.
It wouldn’t be hard, Ohno knew that even though he was only half paying attention. He’d be in trouble if he was caught, probably go to jail for life-more because he’d started work again after supposedly retiring than for actually stealing something-even if it was years before they found out who it was. Even if he got away completely, he would probably never be able to be with Nino, or anyone, again. Not only would they be associated with him if he was punished for his deeds, but they could be used against him for his skills again, just like now. He’d found out the hard way that love wasn’t worth the risk. Ohno had hoped that his attempt at changing his life, finding happiness, learning what it was like to work hard every day just to make your rent payment, would be successful, but he’d heard over and over again that once you were in that profession, you could never go back.
Halfway through the afternoon-Jun had helped Nino to the bedroom to sleep before he had gone out, leaving the video quite boring and tedious to watch-Yokoyama finally untied him and Ohno allowed some of his wounds to be treated with an expressionless face. Even when the bastard rubbed alcohol in the cut on the side of his neck, Ohno couldn’t even let out a hiss.
After a few bandages and a tasteless lunch of gruel, Ohno was taken to another room under the assumption that he was completely willing to cooperate with them. Without speaking, he wrote out a short list of equipment he would need and was locked in a room once more (this one had a small, hard bed) with the promise that tomorrow he’d be taken to the Museum that the piece of art was kept at to further plan his attack.
That night he just laid on the bed, stared at the ceiling, and envisioned the video feed of Nino. What was he doing now? Was Jun with him?
It was Yokoyama again in the morning, dressed in casual clothes and a pair of sunglasses that made him look like a vampire, and he provided Ohno with a clean t-shirt and a hat in an attempt to cover some of the injuries on his face.
Even though Ohno was past convinced that he had no choice but to help, Yokoyama gave him the video feed of Nino staring helplessly at the TV that wasn’t even on as they drove to the museum.
“You do realize that, with just the two of us and you being more adept at combat than me, you could easily escape.”
Ohno was watching as Aiba entered and Nino fell into his arms, crying again, and he felt relieved. He could trust Aiba.
But then again, he thought he could trust Jun, too.
“Just, tap, knock me out, kick me out on the side of the road, and bam, you have a car at your disposal even.”
How long had it been? A week? Maybe longer? No doubt Nino had heard the false report from the doctor already.
“It’s even got a full tank of gas.”
Was Nino trying to move on or was he going to just be miserable over his lover’s death? The captive honestly didn’t know which he wanted more.
“Shit, this guy really means that much to you, huh?”
Ohno was wondering if they were there yet so Yokoyama would shut the fuck up.
“Even though you’ll probably never be able to see him again?”
“It’s better that you killed me,” Ohno replied suddenly. His staged death would make the remains of his life easier to deal with after everything was done, and Yokoyama was bound to ask anyway with the way his mouth was wanking off.
Either he surprised Yokoyama with his response or his interest had been sated because the driver finally stopped talking and concentration on the road in front of them.
Aiba was now trying to force Nino to eat something, but the song writer was staring at him lifelessly and not cooperating. It made Ohno’s heart break again.
Yokoyama was pulling into a parking lot the next time Ohno looked up, and he sighed when he realized they had arrived.
When the ex-government agent tried to give the fancy phone back to his captor, Yokoyama smirked and told him to keep it. It couldn’t make any phone calls, but he could watch his precious boyfriend any time he wanted to.
It was almost a curse, having that freedom.
The two of them walked through the museum together, masquerading as regular sightseers, and Yokoyama pointed out the piece of art that exactly matched the description that had been given in the paperwork. It was the size of a page from a regular sketch book, the binding was even intact, with a huge signature in the corner. It was part of the main special display, in a frame of Plexiglas, encased in bullet proof plastic, and surrounded in that special velvet rope, giving two feet of free space on each side. The actual picture looked really tiny after all of that protection.
But even then, to steal it would be easy. Just from being inside the building, Ohno could already tell that the security was pretty standard, probably just cameras and lasers that could be easily neutralized. Once those were taken care of, the rope could be stepped over, the bullet proof plastic cut, and then he could just take the Plexiglas frame with him once he checked it for a tracker.
After Ohno made a vague comment about being tired and yawned, Yokoyama grinned at him past his sunglasses and they returned to the car.
The apartment was empty when Ohno looked again. He wondered what happened, but if Aiba was close he couldn’t be too worried, even with his doubts about Jun still in mind.
On the way back, Yokoyama didn’t say a word and Ohno watched his empty couch.
Nino came home with Aiba, Sho, and Jun after Ohno had been fed another meal of gruel and locked in his room with the tiny bed. The prisoner watched them in a daze until late into the night. He couldn’t even bring himself to switch it off long enough to open the back and attempt to rewire the interior to make a phone call.
Who could he contact, anyway? Aiba? He wasn’t sure doing that would make a difference. And Ohno’d already lost touch most of the other associates from his working days, so there was no one he could trust to help him, and they probably wouldn’t anyway, since there was nothing in it for them.
Aiba left first with Sho, much to Ohno’s misery, and Jun pulled Nino to him on the couch.
Ohno wondered if Jun was trying to torture him, knowing that the prisoner was no doubt watching them from afar. He tried to turn up the volume, but even then all he could hear were scratches. Once he thought Nino had said I miss him, but maybe that was just a trick of his imagination.
Since Ohno wouldn’t be put into action until Monday night, Ohno spent the next day watching the video feed too.
Nino didn’t get out of bed until noon, and even then he simply moved to the couch.
He picked up a video game paddle, stared at the TV, and then collapsed onto the sofa where he spent the afternoon not moving at all until Aiba returned.
The teacher was trying to be happy, but he said something after a few minutes and Nino suddenly stood up and began yelling.
We’re not having a fucking funeral…! I can’t-
Nino began sobbing again and Aiba caught him before he fell to the floor.
Ohno wanted to tell Nino that he wasn’t dead, to wait for him, but he knew that yelling at the phone would do no good, and that it was better for Nino to think he was dead anyway.
Once again Jun came over and prepared dinner for the three of them, and a few hours later Aiba returned home in a sober mood.
Just like before, Ohno watched as Jun pulled Nino against him and they sat on the couch together.
He watched as Jun kissed his precious Kazu lightly on the lips, the song writer limp in his grasp, and then as it deepened.
If it had been anyone else, he might have been able to cope, saying that Nino needed to move on, that this was only natural when your significant other passed away, but right now, his heart was wretched with the fact that Jun was growing so much closer to his boyfriend by the second.
The battery was dead when Ohno woke up on Monday morning.
Yokoyama brought the supplies he needed in the early afternoon and took the phone, although he didn’t share any words with Ohno about charging it for him.
And it didn’t come back to him before Yokoyama was driving him in the same car as before to the museum, the sun already set and darkness overtaking the city.
Ohno tried to push thoughts of Nino and Jun out of his mind while he did his job. He maneuvered the floor just like he planned, disabled the cameras just as planned, stepped over the velvet rope just as planned.
He was in a white suit (which covered most of his face) because it blended in with the sparkling floor of the museum, and when he finished cutting the case open and retrieved the piece of Plexiglas covered art, he took a few seconds to examine it for something that shouldn’t be there.
Yokoyama had provided him with an electronics corrupter, which should do the trick if there was anything like a tracer attached to the casing, but just in case Ohno checked it himself and found nothing.
Carefully unzipping his jumpsuit, Ohno inserted the stolen item, which fit snugly against his chest, and then proceeded to make his exit to where Yokoyama was waiting for him.
There weren’t any cops or secret police in the parking lot when he arrived, and so after Yokoyama examined the piece of art, even though he seemed pretty confident that Ohno wasn’t going to trick him, the two retreated to Boss’s base.
The job was just as easy as it had been promised and, bitterly, the ex-agent questioned whether the man that had put him up to this really considered this little scrap of paper worth so much that he would tempt, not only the wraith of the museum and the owner of the piece, but also Ohno and the government in general. Maybe it was all just a game, a game to see how far Ohno could be pushed until he retaliated, some twisted entertainment for the mastermind behind all of this.
Ohno was led back to his tiny cell and he was about to ask for the phone again (he should feel lucky that he’d gotten it at all instead of pressing his luck) when Yokoyama explained that Boss would come to speak with him after the authenticity of the item was confirmed. That was probably either with the intention to let Ohno go, as according to their agreement, or to explain what would happen with him from now on.
Because really, they could keep him under their thumb for as long they wanted to. As long as he continued to be willing to sacrifice himself for Nino.
Waiting patiently and feeling much calmer than he probably should right now, Ohno stared at the wall in front of him, envisioning his empty couch and trying to will Nino to appear on it.
The door opened and Ohno turned slowly, jarred out of his revere.
His first reaction was to stand up, his heart feeling light, but before he could smile, he froze, realizing immediately what was wrong.
Nino was standing in front of him, but he was holding the Plexiglas frame encasing the precious art piece in his tiny hands, smiling happily.
“Thank you, Oh-chan!” he giggled, just like he usually would when Ohno would make him dinner, or bring him home extra cookies from work, or play video games with him instead of sleeping.
And the ex-agent couldn’t respond.
Nino entered the room with two men following him, Jun and Knuckles, and continued in his chipper voice, although Ohno could tell there was a sarcastic edge to his tone, “I’ve wanted this for so long! Since it was made, really. But it hasn’t been on display since then, until now at least. And I finally have it, thanks to you!”
Taking an unsteady seat on the bed behind him and unable to look at the man who he had convinced himself he was in love with enough to sacrifice the rest of his life, living or dead, Ohno focused only on taking breaths and not on completely breaking down mentally. It was something that had been part of his training, but was probably the portion that Ohno was the worst at.
“Sorry for tricking you,” Nino continued after a second, running his fingers contently around the edge of the stolen treasure, but his tone sounded more playful than apologetic. “I knew you wouldn’t get it for me if I just asked, so I had to twist your arm a little.”
That was an understatement, but there was no way Ohno could open his mouth to correct Nino in the state his mind was in.
The last year, two years, of his life had been a lie. Ohno knew that he had his own façade he was showing Nino, but he never imagined that his perfect boyfriend would have one of his own, or that their relationship had probably been built in anticipation of this moment.
After he got over the shock of the realization, several thoughts zoomed through his head, overlapping and causing all sort of confusion. What was Nino going to do with him now? Did Ohno love him still, knowing what he really was? He could leave with no regrets, abandon everything he had created with the other man. Or he could stay and work as Nino’s lap dog, doing whatever he said because he did love him.
When he didn’t respond after several minutes, Nino pouted a little. “You’re ignoring me.”
Ohno still didn’t look up, so the boss gingerly handed his treasure to Jun and shooed the two men away, although at the last minute he grabbed Knuckles arm and curtly asked why does Oh-chan have bruises on his face?
Once they were left alone, Nino closed the door slowly and stalked towards Ohno on the bed, who passively fell backwards when he was pushed.
He couldn’t see straight, couldn’t focus on anything.
Nino straddled him and pushed his hands above his head, but Ohno still felt nothing.
“Satoshi…” he said softly, in the way that the older man usual found arousing, but his eyes didn’t even shift to look at him, so Nino forced him to move his head with a firm hand.
“Don’t ignore me!” Nino frowned. “Aren’t you going to say ‘I can’t believe it!’ or something?”
He didn’t.
“Say you hate me,” the mastermind commanded after a moment of silence, but it simply stretched out again.
“Say you never want to see my fucking face again.” Nino’s voice was escalating, his face twisting in irritation and another emotion that Ohno couldn’t bring himself to place.
“Say something,” he almost yelled, shaking Ohno’s hands where they were pinned above his head.
When the reply was still immobile silence, Nino crashed their lips together, pushing his tongue into Ohno’s mouth, but Ohno simply let him do what he wanted with no response. He envisioned Jun kissing Nino on his couch and wondered if that was all a play, an act. It had to be, right?
Nino sat up again, looking at Ohno in fury, and slapped him.
It wasn’t as hard as Knuckles, but his head still tilted to the side so that his deadened gaze was directed at the wall next to him instead of Nino.
When that still didn’t do anything, the deceptive song writer began shaking his whole body, and then collapsed against his chest.
“Say you love me,” he pleaded quietly, and Ohno finally felt his chest tense up, every nerve in his body burning as breathe suddenly coursed through him again.
He turned his head to glare down at the younger man, who looked up at him immediately.
“You’re not the Nino I love,” Ohno said coldly, and was surprised to find tears in his precious Kazu’s eyes.
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A/N: So now I can tell you! :D The reason I chose to write this story is because I wanted something with a huge twist in it. Did it work?
Also added a little more summary because I thought it was too vague. By the way, there's one chapter left. :)
As always, criticism and comments are loved.
*The title and summary are taken from yarukizero's translation of Spiral.
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Genre: Action, Drama, AU
Chapter: two
Disclaimer: I guess Johnny’s technically owns Arashi, huh? Not me.
Summary: Ohno is a retired spy who tried to leave his old life behind him. But things don't always work that way. I was unbelievably deep in love/ Secrets that left the appearance of a spiral*
Prologue
One
恋焦がれた嘘みたいに
秘密めいたままスパイラル
I was unbelievably deep in love
Secrets that left the appearance of a spiral*
Chapter two:
Yokoyama brought a TV in with him the next day as well as a file of papers.
“Thought you’d like an update,” he explained, turning on the electronic and switching the channel to a live video feed.
Ohno tried not to watch, but he essentially had no choice.
Jun was in his apartment, sitting on his couch, chatting with his boyfriend.
It was just like it had always been, only now Ohno’s chest ached every time Jun touched Nino, every time they looked at each other. He thought he would start crying when Jun pulled the other man against his chest and Nino tightly gripped onto his shirt.
“Fuck you,” Ohno whispered to Yokoyama, or the TV (he wasn’t really sure), but the video feed kept playing while his captor began giving him details about their targeted item.
It wouldn’t be hard, Ohno knew that even though he was only half paying attention. He’d be in trouble if he was caught, probably go to jail for life-more because he’d started work again after supposedly retiring than for actually stealing something-even if it was years before they found out who it was. Even if he got away completely, he would probably never be able to be with Nino, or anyone, again. Not only would they be associated with him if he was punished for his deeds, but they could be used against him for his skills again, just like now. He’d found out the hard way that love wasn’t worth the risk. Ohno had hoped that his attempt at changing his life, finding happiness, learning what it was like to work hard every day just to make your rent payment, would be successful, but he’d heard over and over again that once you were in that profession, you could never go back.
Halfway through the afternoon-Jun had helped Nino to the bedroom to sleep before he had gone out, leaving the video quite boring and tedious to watch-Yokoyama finally untied him and Ohno allowed some of his wounds to be treated with an expressionless face. Even when the bastard rubbed alcohol in the cut on the side of his neck, Ohno couldn’t even let out a hiss.
After a few bandages and a tasteless lunch of gruel, Ohno was taken to another room under the assumption that he was completely willing to cooperate with them. Without speaking, he wrote out a short list of equipment he would need and was locked in a room once more (this one had a small, hard bed) with the promise that tomorrow he’d be taken to the Museum that the piece of art was kept at to further plan his attack.
That night he just laid on the bed, stared at the ceiling, and envisioned the video feed of Nino. What was he doing now? Was Jun with him?
It was Yokoyama again in the morning, dressed in casual clothes and a pair of sunglasses that made him look like a vampire, and he provided Ohno with a clean t-shirt and a hat in an attempt to cover some of the injuries on his face.
Even though Ohno was past convinced that he had no choice but to help, Yokoyama gave him the video feed of Nino staring helplessly at the TV that wasn’t even on as they drove to the museum.
“You do realize that, with just the two of us and you being more adept at combat than me, you could easily escape.”
Ohno was watching as Aiba entered and Nino fell into his arms, crying again, and he felt relieved. He could trust Aiba.
But then again, he thought he could trust Jun, too.
“Just, tap, knock me out, kick me out on the side of the road, and bam, you have a car at your disposal even.”
How long had it been? A week? Maybe longer? No doubt Nino had heard the false report from the doctor already.
“It’s even got a full tank of gas.”
Was Nino trying to move on or was he going to just be miserable over his lover’s death? The captive honestly didn’t know which he wanted more.
“Shit, this guy really means that much to you, huh?”
Ohno was wondering if they were there yet so Yokoyama would shut the fuck up.
“Even though you’ll probably never be able to see him again?”
“It’s better that you killed me,” Ohno replied suddenly. His staged death would make the remains of his life easier to deal with after everything was done, and Yokoyama was bound to ask anyway with the way his mouth was wanking off.
Either he surprised Yokoyama with his response or his interest had been sated because the driver finally stopped talking and concentration on the road in front of them.
Aiba was now trying to force Nino to eat something, but the song writer was staring at him lifelessly and not cooperating. It made Ohno’s heart break again.
Yokoyama was pulling into a parking lot the next time Ohno looked up, and he sighed when he realized they had arrived.
When the ex-government agent tried to give the fancy phone back to his captor, Yokoyama smirked and told him to keep it. It couldn’t make any phone calls, but he could watch his precious boyfriend any time he wanted to.
It was almost a curse, having that freedom.
The two of them walked through the museum together, masquerading as regular sightseers, and Yokoyama pointed out the piece of art that exactly matched the description that had been given in the paperwork. It was the size of a page from a regular sketch book, the binding was even intact, with a huge signature in the corner. It was part of the main special display, in a frame of Plexiglas, encased in bullet proof plastic, and surrounded in that special velvet rope, giving two feet of free space on each side. The actual picture looked really tiny after all of that protection.
But even then, to steal it would be easy. Just from being inside the building, Ohno could already tell that the security was pretty standard, probably just cameras and lasers that could be easily neutralized. Once those were taken care of, the rope could be stepped over, the bullet proof plastic cut, and then he could just take the Plexiglas frame with him once he checked it for a tracker.
After Ohno made a vague comment about being tired and yawned, Yokoyama grinned at him past his sunglasses and they returned to the car.
The apartment was empty when Ohno looked again. He wondered what happened, but if Aiba was close he couldn’t be too worried, even with his doubts about Jun still in mind.
On the way back, Yokoyama didn’t say a word and Ohno watched his empty couch.
Nino came home with Aiba, Sho, and Jun after Ohno had been fed another meal of gruel and locked in his room with the tiny bed. The prisoner watched them in a daze until late into the night. He couldn’t even bring himself to switch it off long enough to open the back and attempt to rewire the interior to make a phone call.
Who could he contact, anyway? Aiba? He wasn’t sure doing that would make a difference. And Ohno’d already lost touch most of the other associates from his working days, so there was no one he could trust to help him, and they probably wouldn’t anyway, since there was nothing in it for them.
Aiba left first with Sho, much to Ohno’s misery, and Jun pulled Nino to him on the couch.
Ohno wondered if Jun was trying to torture him, knowing that the prisoner was no doubt watching them from afar. He tried to turn up the volume, but even then all he could hear were scratches. Once he thought Nino had said I miss him, but maybe that was just a trick of his imagination.
Since Ohno wouldn’t be put into action until Monday night, Ohno spent the next day watching the video feed too.
Nino didn’t get out of bed until noon, and even then he simply moved to the couch.
He picked up a video game paddle, stared at the TV, and then collapsed onto the sofa where he spent the afternoon not moving at all until Aiba returned.
The teacher was trying to be happy, but he said something after a few minutes and Nino suddenly stood up and began yelling.
We’re not having a fucking funeral…! I can’t-
Nino began sobbing again and Aiba caught him before he fell to the floor.
Ohno wanted to tell Nino that he wasn’t dead, to wait for him, but he knew that yelling at the phone would do no good, and that it was better for Nino to think he was dead anyway.
Once again Jun came over and prepared dinner for the three of them, and a few hours later Aiba returned home in a sober mood.
Just like before, Ohno watched as Jun pulled Nino against him and they sat on the couch together.
He watched as Jun kissed his precious Kazu lightly on the lips, the song writer limp in his grasp, and then as it deepened.
If it had been anyone else, he might have been able to cope, saying that Nino needed to move on, that this was only natural when your significant other passed away, but right now, his heart was wretched with the fact that Jun was growing so much closer to his boyfriend by the second.
The battery was dead when Ohno woke up on Monday morning.
Yokoyama brought the supplies he needed in the early afternoon and took the phone, although he didn’t share any words with Ohno about charging it for him.
And it didn’t come back to him before Yokoyama was driving him in the same car as before to the museum, the sun already set and darkness overtaking the city.
Ohno tried to push thoughts of Nino and Jun out of his mind while he did his job. He maneuvered the floor just like he planned, disabled the cameras just as planned, stepped over the velvet rope just as planned.
He was in a white suit (which covered most of his face) because it blended in with the sparkling floor of the museum, and when he finished cutting the case open and retrieved the piece of Plexiglas covered art, he took a few seconds to examine it for something that shouldn’t be there.
Yokoyama had provided him with an electronics corrupter, which should do the trick if there was anything like a tracer attached to the casing, but just in case Ohno checked it himself and found nothing.
Carefully unzipping his jumpsuit, Ohno inserted the stolen item, which fit snugly against his chest, and then proceeded to make his exit to where Yokoyama was waiting for him.
There weren’t any cops or secret police in the parking lot when he arrived, and so after Yokoyama examined the piece of art, even though he seemed pretty confident that Ohno wasn’t going to trick him, the two retreated to Boss’s base.
The job was just as easy as it had been promised and, bitterly, the ex-agent questioned whether the man that had put him up to this really considered this little scrap of paper worth so much that he would tempt, not only the wraith of the museum and the owner of the piece, but also Ohno and the government in general. Maybe it was all just a game, a game to see how far Ohno could be pushed until he retaliated, some twisted entertainment for the mastermind behind all of this.
Ohno was led back to his tiny cell and he was about to ask for the phone again (he should feel lucky that he’d gotten it at all instead of pressing his luck) when Yokoyama explained that Boss would come to speak with him after the authenticity of the item was confirmed. That was probably either with the intention to let Ohno go, as according to their agreement, or to explain what would happen with him from now on.
Because really, they could keep him under their thumb for as long they wanted to. As long as he continued to be willing to sacrifice himself for Nino.
Waiting patiently and feeling much calmer than he probably should right now, Ohno stared at the wall in front of him, envisioning his empty couch and trying to will Nino to appear on it.
The door opened and Ohno turned slowly, jarred out of his revere.
His first reaction was to stand up, his heart feeling light, but before he could smile, he froze, realizing immediately what was wrong.
Nino was standing in front of him, but he was holding the Plexiglas frame encasing the precious art piece in his tiny hands, smiling happily.
“Thank you, Oh-chan!” he giggled, just like he usually would when Ohno would make him dinner, or bring him home extra cookies from work, or play video games with him instead of sleeping.
And the ex-agent couldn’t respond.
Nino entered the room with two men following him, Jun and Knuckles, and continued in his chipper voice, although Ohno could tell there was a sarcastic edge to his tone, “I’ve wanted this for so long! Since it was made, really. But it hasn’t been on display since then, until now at least. And I finally have it, thanks to you!”
Taking an unsteady seat on the bed behind him and unable to look at the man who he had convinced himself he was in love with enough to sacrifice the rest of his life, living or dead, Ohno focused only on taking breaths and not on completely breaking down mentally. It was something that had been part of his training, but was probably the portion that Ohno was the worst at.
“Sorry for tricking you,” Nino continued after a second, running his fingers contently around the edge of the stolen treasure, but his tone sounded more playful than apologetic. “I knew you wouldn’t get it for me if I just asked, so I had to twist your arm a little.”
That was an understatement, but there was no way Ohno could open his mouth to correct Nino in the state his mind was in.
The last year, two years, of his life had been a lie. Ohno knew that he had his own façade he was showing Nino, but he never imagined that his perfect boyfriend would have one of his own, or that their relationship had probably been built in anticipation of this moment.
After he got over the shock of the realization, several thoughts zoomed through his head, overlapping and causing all sort of confusion. What was Nino going to do with him now? Did Ohno love him still, knowing what he really was? He could leave with no regrets, abandon everything he had created with the other man. Or he could stay and work as Nino’s lap dog, doing whatever he said because he did love him.
When he didn’t respond after several minutes, Nino pouted a little. “You’re ignoring me.”
Ohno still didn’t look up, so the boss gingerly handed his treasure to Jun and shooed the two men away, although at the last minute he grabbed Knuckles arm and curtly asked why does Oh-chan have bruises on his face?
Once they were left alone, Nino closed the door slowly and stalked towards Ohno on the bed, who passively fell backwards when he was pushed.
He couldn’t see straight, couldn’t focus on anything.
Nino straddled him and pushed his hands above his head, but Ohno still felt nothing.
“Satoshi…” he said softly, in the way that the older man usual found arousing, but his eyes didn’t even shift to look at him, so Nino forced him to move his head with a firm hand.
“Don’t ignore me!” Nino frowned. “Aren’t you going to say ‘I can’t believe it!’ or something?”
He didn’t.
“Say you hate me,” the mastermind commanded after a moment of silence, but it simply stretched out again.
“Say you never want to see my fucking face again.” Nino’s voice was escalating, his face twisting in irritation and another emotion that Ohno couldn’t bring himself to place.
“Say something,” he almost yelled, shaking Ohno’s hands where they were pinned above his head.
When the reply was still immobile silence, Nino crashed their lips together, pushing his tongue into Ohno’s mouth, but Ohno simply let him do what he wanted with no response. He envisioned Jun kissing Nino on his couch and wondered if that was all a play, an act. It had to be, right?
Nino sat up again, looking at Ohno in fury, and slapped him.
It wasn’t as hard as Knuckles, but his head still tilted to the side so that his deadened gaze was directed at the wall next to him instead of Nino.
When that still didn’t do anything, the deceptive song writer began shaking his whole body, and then collapsed against his chest.
“Say you love me,” he pleaded quietly, and Ohno finally felt his chest tense up, every nerve in his body burning as breathe suddenly coursed through him again.
He turned his head to glare down at the younger man, who looked up at him immediately.
“You’re not the Nino I love,” Ohno said coldly, and was surprised to find tears in his precious Kazu’s eyes.
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A/N: So now I can tell you! :D The reason I chose to write this story is because I wanted something with a huge twist in it. Did it work?
Also added a little more summary because I thought it was too vague. By the way, there's one chapter left. :)
As always, criticism and comments are loved.
*The title and summary are taken from yarukizero's translation of Spiral.