Haunted: Chapter 11
Title: Haunted (11/?)
Pairing: Ohmiya
Summary: Ohno inherits a big and ramshackle mansion from a distant relative, but there is much more in his new house than it seems at first sight.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1740
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, and the wrapping is thanks to zazasukie ^__^
AN: Un-betaed and english isn't my mother tongue.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
CHAPTER 11
Ohno took a little sip of his champagne glass and sneezed when the bubbles tickled his nose. He looked around with interest and felt rather proud seeing his art works displayed and admired by the public. The Exhibition Hall was full of people; some of them were art critics, others were potential buyers, and the rest were important guests invited by Matsumoto-san.
Sho-kun, his best friend since kindergarten, approached him holding a champagne glass and munching some canapés.
"Everything is going perfectly!" he smiled broadly at him, "I told you, didn't I?"
"Yeah," Ohno answered with a smile recalling their conversation by telephone last week.
"Hello, could I speak with Ohno-san?"
"Ohno-san? It's me... Sho?"
"Hi! Satoshi! I'm so relieved I’ve been able to find your new telephone number! I thought I had lost it when I lost my phone."
"Hi Sho! It's been a while, right? I was wondering why I hadn’t heard anything about you recently. How is everything going?"
"Work is the same as always, nothing has really changed in the office. Anyway, how are you? How is your new house?"
"I'm fine. My great-grandfather's house is in great condition and I can spend all day painting and modelling without worrying about looking for a job."
"That's great! I'm so happy to know that you're working in your art!"
"Eh?"
"The thing is that an acquaintance of mine, Matsumoto Jun, has recently opened a new gallery, but there have been some problems with the artist appointed for the Big Opening and now he's searching for a new artist. I've showed him some of your artworks and he's really interested in them. Would you be interested in replacing the former artist? What do you say?"
"Making an exhibition of my art works!?"
"Yes! I think it's a great opportunity for you! The only problem is that the opening is supposed to be next Sunday..."
"Next Sunday! That leaves only a week to prepare the exhibition…"
"Yes, but I'd help you, and Jun will willingly put all his workers at your disposal to get everything ready for that day!"
"Hmmm... I don't know Sho... I'm not sure...Do you think it's possible for me to do an exhibition?"
"What are you saying, Satoshi? This is your chance to make your dreams come true! And your art it's outstanding! Jun himself said it and he knows a lot of renowned artists, you know?"
"... Ok! I'll go!"
"Great! I'll be waiting for you! Bye Satoshi!"
"Bye bye, Sho."
~~
Ohno and Sho were talking about the exhibition when a young, tall and handsome man approached them with a camera.
"Hello! Jun-tan has told me that now would be the best moment to take some photos for the journal! So, can I take some photos of you near those little figurines?" he asked enthusiastically.
"Eh?" Ohno mumbled a bit overwhelmed by the newcomer eagerness.
"Yes, yes! A photo of the sensational new artist who has been recently discovered by Jun-tan!... Ouch!" the young man yelped pained and turned around rubbing his head to see who had smacked him.
"Masaki! Didn't I warn you not to harass my guests?" Mastumoto Jun appeared behind the young man with a bothered expression in his face.
"But... but... Jun-tan," he young man whined trying to explain himself.
"But nothing! And I have told you million of times not to call me Jun-tan in public," the young man with the elegant smoking hissed at him.
Then he faced Sho and Ohno who were looking at him astonished.
"Please, forgive his rude behaviour," he politely asked them, "He's Aiba Masaki, the journalist who is covering the opening of the gallery and my friend." Aiba waved at them behind Jun.
Sho and Ohno nodded still a bit surprised.
After that, Aiba took some photographs of Ohno with his art pieces and interviewed him briefly. When they finished with the interview, the four men kept talking amicably near a table full of canapés. Twenty minutes later, Jun apologized and left them, followed by Aiba, to talk with a couple who had just entered the hall.
Suddenly, Sho's mobil rang.
"Ah! It's my boss!" Sho exclaimed when he looked at the number displayed in his phone's screen, "Excuse me for a moment, Satoshi!" he apologized and hastily left the noisy hall to answer the call.
While waiting for Sho's return, Ohno left his champagne glass on the table and loosened a bit his grey tie, letting out a sigh of tiredness. Though the past days had been incredibly exciting, he had to admit that he had felt a bit lonely without the little ghost's company. He had missed Nino's smile and snarky comments during his meal breaks and specially when he was alone in his hotel room at night, dead-tired trying to finish all the preparations in time for the opening day. He frowned a bit recalling Nino's sour mood after Sho's call… and by the time he had had to leave the house to travel to the city, he could swear that the little ghost had seemed to be almost sulking about the whole thing. He didn't understand the reason behind that sudden change of mood, but whishing to make Nino feel happier, he had bought him some old horror movies as a present.
A loud laugh snapped him out of his thoughts and made him look at one corner of the exhibition hall, where Jun was smacking Aiba's head again scolding him for being noisy. Aiba ducked his head and apologized quite loudly, which earned him another well-aimed smack. The couple had an air of unmistakable intimacy and the little gestures between them made Ohno suspect that they were more than good friends. Someway, that thought made him ponder about his relationship with Nino... Why had he missed the little ghost so much?... Why, in spite of Sho keeping him company during his stay in the city, had he found himself thinking about Nino's bright smile or Nino's happy laugh?... Why did he longed for Nino's presence by his side so badly?
~~
Nino was bored. Really, really bored… and a bit worried too. He didn't like the heavy feeling that had been pestering him since Ohno's departure, like the premonition of something terrible waiting around the corner. He slowly floated up the stairs searching for something that could keep him entertained while he waited for Ohno's return, something that could let him forget that bad feeling that seemed to be stuck in the back of his mind.
His mood had become more and more sour with each passing day, and he was rather bothered with the fact that nothing had been able to catch his attention since Ohno had left the house. There was nobody whom he could prank, nobody with whom he could play... nobody to whom he could talk. He didn't know what to do with his time and didn't understand how he had spent his time before Ohno's arrival. That was when he realised how attached to the young man he had become, and how unbearably lonely he had been all these years.
He wandered gloomily the first floor's rooms and finally entered in Ohno's bedroom. He looked around the tidy room missing the young man's presence, and laid down on Ohno's bed with a sigh.
"Who is that Sho-kun, anyways?" he sulked, recalling the phone call that had made Oh-chan leave. When he had asked the young man about it, he had told him that he was an old friend of his. The call had been about something related to an exhibition with Ohno's art pieces.
The little ghost felt again that annoying little pang of jealousy remembering how Oh-chan's face had lightened up talking about his friend and the possibility to display his paintings and figurines. Two days after that (damned) call, the young man had left the house to prepare the exhibition. He hadn't seemed to notice the ghost's grumpy mood and sad face when he had said goodbye to him waving excitedly.
"If someday I have the chance to meet that person, I’m going to make sure that he regrets making that damned call!" Nino swore sinisterly.
Some minutes later his face brightened a bit remembering that Oh-chan had promised him to return in a week, in fact, he should be returning home tomorrow morning. "I should prepare some surprises before his arrival. Something to make him pay for leaving me alone!" he thought with an evil smile.
Suddenly, the string that kept hanged in the wall a small Aztec calendar - that Ohno had always said that brought him luck - broke and the calendar crashed against the floor, breaking into little pieces.
Nino gasped and suppressed a shiver, his worried gaze fixed in the little pieces. He couldn’t help but feel that somehow… it was a bad omen.
~~
Ohno felt greatly relieved with the success of the exhibition. Jun - he had insisted that he should call him by his name - had assured him that everything had gone perfectly. In fact, there seemed to be a lot of people interested in his art works. He had even talked about the possibility to make another exhibition in a few months.
Suddenly, he felt the weight of all the nerves he had accumulated the past days, rushing the preparations to make everything perfect for that day. He smiled tiredly and said goodbye to Sho, who was talking with some acquaintances. He slowly walked to the exit of the Exhibition Hall and asked the woman in charge of the cloakroom for his gabardine.
The night was cold and it was raining lightly. Ohno took a deep breath, enjoying the coldness of the night after the stuffy air of the art gallery, and decided to walk to his hotel. He put on his hat, turned up his gabardine's collar and began to walk whistling softly. He was rather happy thinking that he would see Nino tomorrow.
Ohno walked down the street towards the crossing and waited till the light was red. He began to cross without haste and passed a young couple sharing an umbrella. He was about to reach the other side of the street when, suddenly, a car turned the corner at full speed and blinded him with its bright lights.
The last thing he heard was the young woman's terrified scream followed by the screech of the car's brakes.
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Pairing: Ohmiya
Summary: Ohno inherits a big and ramshackle mansion from a distant relative, but there is much more in his new house than it seems at first sight.
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 1740
Disclaimer: The plot is mine, and the wrapping is thanks to zazasukie ^__^
AN: Un-betaed and english isn't my mother tongue.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
CHAPTER 11
Ohno took a little sip of his champagne glass and sneezed when the bubbles tickled his nose. He looked around with interest and felt rather proud seeing his art works displayed and admired by the public. The Exhibition Hall was full of people; some of them were art critics, others were potential buyers, and the rest were important guests invited by Matsumoto-san.
Sho-kun, his best friend since kindergarten, approached him holding a champagne glass and munching some canapés.
"Everything is going perfectly!" he smiled broadly at him, "I told you, didn't I?"
"Yeah," Ohno answered with a smile recalling their conversation by telephone last week.
"Hello, could I speak with Ohno-san?"
"Ohno-san? It's me... Sho?"
"Hi! Satoshi! I'm so relieved I’ve been able to find your new telephone number! I thought I had lost it when I lost my phone."
"Hi Sho! It's been a while, right? I was wondering why I hadn’t heard anything about you recently. How is everything going?"
"Work is the same as always, nothing has really changed in the office. Anyway, how are you? How is your new house?"
"I'm fine. My great-grandfather's house is in great condition and I can spend all day painting and modelling without worrying about looking for a job."
"That's great! I'm so happy to know that you're working in your art!"
"Eh?"
"The thing is that an acquaintance of mine, Matsumoto Jun, has recently opened a new gallery, but there have been some problems with the artist appointed for the Big Opening and now he's searching for a new artist. I've showed him some of your artworks and he's really interested in them. Would you be interested in replacing the former artist? What do you say?"
"Making an exhibition of my art works!?"
"Yes! I think it's a great opportunity for you! The only problem is that the opening is supposed to be next Sunday..."
"Next Sunday! That leaves only a week to prepare the exhibition…"
"Yes, but I'd help you, and Jun will willingly put all his workers at your disposal to get everything ready for that day!"
"Hmmm... I don't know Sho... I'm not sure...Do you think it's possible for me to do an exhibition?"
"What are you saying, Satoshi? This is your chance to make your dreams come true! And your art it's outstanding! Jun himself said it and he knows a lot of renowned artists, you know?"
"... Ok! I'll go!"
"Great! I'll be waiting for you! Bye Satoshi!"
"Bye bye, Sho."
~~
Ohno and Sho were talking about the exhibition when a young, tall and handsome man approached them with a camera.
"Hello! Jun-tan has told me that now would be the best moment to take some photos for the journal! So, can I take some photos of you near those little figurines?" he asked enthusiastically.
"Eh?" Ohno mumbled a bit overwhelmed by the newcomer eagerness.
"Yes, yes! A photo of the sensational new artist who has been recently discovered by Jun-tan!... Ouch!" the young man yelped pained and turned around rubbing his head to see who had smacked him.
"Masaki! Didn't I warn you not to harass my guests?" Mastumoto Jun appeared behind the young man with a bothered expression in his face.
"But... but... Jun-tan," he young man whined trying to explain himself.
"But nothing! And I have told you million of times not to call me Jun-tan in public," the young man with the elegant smoking hissed at him.
Then he faced Sho and Ohno who were looking at him astonished.
"Please, forgive his rude behaviour," he politely asked them, "He's Aiba Masaki, the journalist who is covering the opening of the gallery and my friend." Aiba waved at them behind Jun.
Sho and Ohno nodded still a bit surprised.
After that, Aiba took some photographs of Ohno with his art pieces and interviewed him briefly. When they finished with the interview, the four men kept talking amicably near a table full of canapés. Twenty minutes later, Jun apologized and left them, followed by Aiba, to talk with a couple who had just entered the hall.
Suddenly, Sho's mobil rang.
"Ah! It's my boss!" Sho exclaimed when he looked at the number displayed in his phone's screen, "Excuse me for a moment, Satoshi!" he apologized and hastily left the noisy hall to answer the call.
While waiting for Sho's return, Ohno left his champagne glass on the table and loosened a bit his grey tie, letting out a sigh of tiredness. Though the past days had been incredibly exciting, he had to admit that he had felt a bit lonely without the little ghost's company. He had missed Nino's smile and snarky comments during his meal breaks and specially when he was alone in his hotel room at night, dead-tired trying to finish all the preparations in time for the opening day. He frowned a bit recalling Nino's sour mood after Sho's call… and by the time he had had to leave the house to travel to the city, he could swear that the little ghost had seemed to be almost sulking about the whole thing. He didn't understand the reason behind that sudden change of mood, but whishing to make Nino feel happier, he had bought him some old horror movies as a present.
A loud laugh snapped him out of his thoughts and made him look at one corner of the exhibition hall, where Jun was smacking Aiba's head again scolding him for being noisy. Aiba ducked his head and apologized quite loudly, which earned him another well-aimed smack. The couple had an air of unmistakable intimacy and the little gestures between them made Ohno suspect that they were more than good friends. Someway, that thought made him ponder about his relationship with Nino... Why had he missed the little ghost so much?... Why, in spite of Sho keeping him company during his stay in the city, had he found himself thinking about Nino's bright smile or Nino's happy laugh?... Why did he longed for Nino's presence by his side so badly?
~~
Nino was bored. Really, really bored… and a bit worried too. He didn't like the heavy feeling that had been pestering him since Ohno's departure, like the premonition of something terrible waiting around the corner. He slowly floated up the stairs searching for something that could keep him entertained while he waited for Ohno's return, something that could let him forget that bad feeling that seemed to be stuck in the back of his mind.
His mood had become more and more sour with each passing day, and he was rather bothered with the fact that nothing had been able to catch his attention since Ohno had left the house. There was nobody whom he could prank, nobody with whom he could play... nobody to whom he could talk. He didn't know what to do with his time and didn't understand how he had spent his time before Ohno's arrival. That was when he realised how attached to the young man he had become, and how unbearably lonely he had been all these years.
He wandered gloomily the first floor's rooms and finally entered in Ohno's bedroom. He looked around the tidy room missing the young man's presence, and laid down on Ohno's bed with a sigh.
"Who is that Sho-kun, anyways?" he sulked, recalling the phone call that had made Oh-chan leave. When he had asked the young man about it, he had told him that he was an old friend of his. The call had been about something related to an exhibition with Ohno's art pieces.
The little ghost felt again that annoying little pang of jealousy remembering how Oh-chan's face had lightened up talking about his friend and the possibility to display his paintings and figurines. Two days after that (damned) call, the young man had left the house to prepare the exhibition. He hadn't seemed to notice the ghost's grumpy mood and sad face when he had said goodbye to him waving excitedly.
"If someday I have the chance to meet that person, I’m going to make sure that he regrets making that damned call!" Nino swore sinisterly.
Some minutes later his face brightened a bit remembering that Oh-chan had promised him to return in a week, in fact, he should be returning home tomorrow morning. "I should prepare some surprises before his arrival. Something to make him pay for leaving me alone!" he thought with an evil smile.
Suddenly, the string that kept hanged in the wall a small Aztec calendar - that Ohno had always said that brought him luck - broke and the calendar crashed against the floor, breaking into little pieces.
Nino gasped and suppressed a shiver, his worried gaze fixed in the little pieces. He couldn’t help but feel that somehow… it was a bad omen.
~~
Ohno felt greatly relieved with the success of the exhibition. Jun - he had insisted that he should call him by his name - had assured him that everything had gone perfectly. In fact, there seemed to be a lot of people interested in his art works. He had even talked about the possibility to make another exhibition in a few months.
Suddenly, he felt the weight of all the nerves he had accumulated the past days, rushing the preparations to make everything perfect for that day. He smiled tiredly and said goodbye to Sho, who was talking with some acquaintances. He slowly walked to the exit of the Exhibition Hall and asked the woman in charge of the cloakroom for his gabardine.
The night was cold and it was raining lightly. Ohno took a deep breath, enjoying the coldness of the night after the stuffy air of the art gallery, and decided to walk to his hotel. He put on his hat, turned up his gabardine's collar and began to walk whistling softly. He was rather happy thinking that he would see Nino tomorrow.
Ohno walked down the street towards the crossing and waited till the light was red. He began to cross without haste and passed a young couple sharing an umbrella. He was about to reach the other side of the street when, suddenly, a car turned the corner at full speed and blinded him with its bright lights.
The last thing he heard was the young woman's terrified scream followed by the screech of the car's brakes.
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16