sew your fortunes on a string
Arashi fic!
;Standstill
;One-shot
;Ohno Satoshi/Ninomiya Kazunari
;5 drabbles in which Ohmiya stop being.
;PG - light R
;Angsty angsty.
;A complete work of fiction, yo.
{one.}
In retrospect, Ohno thinks he should have seen it coming.
It started three weeks and two days ago (Ohno remembers because it’s one of those days Nino greets him verbally). He flounced in with a “Hey, Ohno-san,” and headed straight to hair and make-up. Ohno waved at his retreating back.
The next time, they’re all in the dressing room. Nino was trying to level up on Dragon Quest but halfway through his DS blanked out. He tried shaking the thing to no avail, and ended up slapping it instead.
“Yo, Nino,” Sho called out from the other side of the room, arm hanging on Ohno’s shoulder. “Ohno’s ass is just here.”
Nino looked up with a non-committal “Hmmm?” and went back to hitting his DS.
A week later they were at rehearsal. Ohno looked to his left and right for Nino, but he was standing over on the other side of the studio. So he waited patiently, because sooner or later gravity or whatever it was would do its job. But ten minutes passed and Nino was still over at the other end, practicing his steps with a small frown on his face.
Ohno made his way over, and stood close enough so that his arm touched Nino’s side. Nino looked up, startled, and spared him a grin. Then he stepped to his right, and Ohno stopped feeling warm cotton.
They are filming an episode of Arashi no Shukudai-kun when Ohno finally figures it out. He moves to sit with his legs further apart and Nino crosses his, and Ohno is left waiting for a hand that never comes.
The day Ohno realises Nino has stopped touching him, the couch never seemed so big.
{two.}
Out of courtesy, they ask him whether he wants a bachelor party tonight. They wait until Nino is out of the room before they do.
Ohno shakes his head no, thank you, but he’s got to work this evening. Aiba shrugs carelessly although he knows that Ohno has the rest of the day off. The other two don’t say a word.
At seven in the evening, he turns up on Nino’s doorstep. Nino has sweatpants hanging on his hips and dark circles under his eyes. Ohno wonders whether they’ll end up fucking or if he’ll make Nino cry.
In the end, they fuck on the floor of Nino’s bathroom in the dark, because Ohno knows that’s where Nino hides when he’s scared. The last time he found Nino there, he was sitting on the floor next to the bathtub, hugging his knees to his chest and rocking back and forth, holding a cream-coloured card so that all Ohno could read was ‘You have been invited to attend the wedding of Ohno Satoshi & ‘.
Nino has his legs on Ohno’s shoulders and his face buried in his neck. Ohno’s tugging on Nino’s hair, biting on his lips till they are raw and swollen, dragging his teeth along his collar bone and he doesn’t think he’s ever fucked Nino this hard before.
It feels like he’s tearing Nino apart in every way possible, but Ohno knows only one is causing the dampness on his shoulder.
{three.}
They get called into the office just as they are about to leave the building.
Hello, yes, yes, sit down.
It’s not as though they hadn’t seen it coming.
Coffee? Tea?
They just didn’t think it would be so soon.
Well, then, let me just cut to the chase.
Nino wipes his palms on his jeans.
The thing is, from what we have observed lately, you two have been acting a bit too… intimately, I should say. In concerts, public appearances, on TV. You get what I mean.
He feels a certain weight on his chest, and it makes it hard to breathe.
The board and I have discussed this, and we feel that it is best if you two could stop this behaviour.
And there it goes.
I don’t mean for it to stop it completely, you know, I mean the fans completely adore it. Hell, it’s fanservice, and it’s entertaining. Just make sure it’s pretend, and that the fans know that that’s all it is. Don’t let it become real, you underst-
“But it is real.” It’s the first time Ohno’s spoken that evening. Nino wants to smile, but he’s too busy trying not to scream.
That’s not important. We have a policy here. There are rules to be followed.
Something’s about to change, and they both know it.
So that’s that. You do understand, don’t you? We can’t let this get out.
Why not?
You have no idea what it will do to the band.
Nothing will happen-
If it does, well, who knows?
We wouldn’t know until we at least try-
Arashi would probably go bust.
Then they realise that at the end of the day, it’s not just about the two of them,
And we can’t have that now,
not anymore.
can we?
The next day, they stop holding hands in public.
{four.}
Nino used to believe in magic.
His mother took him to a David Copperfield show when he was ten. He can’t remember much about it, except that the entire show was punctuated with his gasps of awe and his mother’s hushed “Close your mouth, Kazunari, or else flies will go in.” He also remembers being particularly amazed when the magician made a pretty lady appear out of thin air.
At twelve, Nino tried to make his father appear.
It didn’t work, and Nino felt bad about it for ages, especially since his mother and sister were upset almost all the time. He felt like he was letting them down or something. But then Nino grew up, and realised that they didn’t need his father to get by anyway.
At eighteen, Nino tried to make Noriko appear.
She didn’t come back, so the next couple of days were spent moping around and making up for all the teenage angst he never got the chance to express during puberty. It wasn’t too bad, though. Aiba was twice as loud to make up for his lack of noise, Sho kept bringing him hot chocolate and Jun was not as mean.
Plus, he had Ohno, so that was okay.
At twenty-five, Nino tries to make one Ohno Satoshi appear.
Because where there used to be paint and DS games and clay, there’s now long stretches of silence spent staring at the clock and leaving voicemails that go “Are you going to finish fishing anytime soon?”, wondering whether someone in particular will arrive at work early or stay with him after, so that there’ll be paint and DS games and clay, again.
There isn’t.
Nino used to believe in magic, but now he’s not so sure.
{five.}
Nino breaks it to Ohno over coffee one morning.
“We should stop,” he says.
Ohno continues stirring his coffee for a few seconds, as though he hadn’t heard him. Then, blinking slowly, he looks up at Nino.
“Why?”
Nino pulls on the sleeves of his sweater so that they almost cover his fingertips.
“I’m dating someone.”
He imagines a sudden standstill, a suspension in time, where everyone else in the café is moving in slow motion and that dull buzz he’s hearing is just incessant chatter in the background, not blood roaring through his ears.
“Oh,” Ohno replies, and goes back to stirring his coffee.
Nino feels a childish urge to whimper and throw a tantrum, or to reach across the table. He burns his tongue by drinking too-hot coffee and sits on his hands instead.
Ohno looks up a second time, and stares at a spot below Nino’s left shoulder. He coughs, scratches the tip of his nose.
“Why?” he asks again. He has a tiny frown on his face.
Nino wonders if Ohno feels as lost as he looks.
“You’ve been enough for me for ten years,” Ohno pauses. “I thought - I mean,” Licks his lip, and looks Nino in the eye. “Aren’t I enough for you, too?”
Yes, you are, Nino thinks. You’re too much, and that’s the problem.
{end.}
;Standstill
;One-shot
;Ohno Satoshi/Ninomiya Kazunari
;5 drabbles in which Ohmiya stop being.
;PG - light R
;Angsty angsty.
;A complete work of fiction, yo.
{one.}
In retrospect, Ohno thinks he should have seen it coming.
It started three weeks and two days ago (Ohno remembers because it’s one of those days Nino greets him verbally). He flounced in with a “Hey, Ohno-san,” and headed straight to hair and make-up. Ohno waved at his retreating back.
The next time, they’re all in the dressing room. Nino was trying to level up on Dragon Quest but halfway through his DS blanked out. He tried shaking the thing to no avail, and ended up slapping it instead.
“Yo, Nino,” Sho called out from the other side of the room, arm hanging on Ohno’s shoulder. “Ohno’s ass is just here.”
Nino looked up with a non-committal “Hmmm?” and went back to hitting his DS.
A week later they were at rehearsal. Ohno looked to his left and right for Nino, but he was standing over on the other side of the studio. So he waited patiently, because sooner or later gravity or whatever it was would do its job. But ten minutes passed and Nino was still over at the other end, practicing his steps with a small frown on his face.
Ohno made his way over, and stood close enough so that his arm touched Nino’s side. Nino looked up, startled, and spared him a grin. Then he stepped to his right, and Ohno stopped feeling warm cotton.
They are filming an episode of Arashi no Shukudai-kun when Ohno finally figures it out. He moves to sit with his legs further apart and Nino crosses his, and Ohno is left waiting for a hand that never comes.
The day Ohno realises Nino has stopped touching him, the couch never seemed so big.
{two.}
Out of courtesy, they ask him whether he wants a bachelor party tonight. They wait until Nino is out of the room before they do.
Ohno shakes his head no, thank you, but he’s got to work this evening. Aiba shrugs carelessly although he knows that Ohno has the rest of the day off. The other two don’t say a word.
At seven in the evening, he turns up on Nino’s doorstep. Nino has sweatpants hanging on his hips and dark circles under his eyes. Ohno wonders whether they’ll end up fucking or if he’ll make Nino cry.
In the end, they fuck on the floor of Nino’s bathroom in the dark, because Ohno knows that’s where Nino hides when he’s scared. The last time he found Nino there, he was sitting on the floor next to the bathtub, hugging his knees to his chest and rocking back and forth, holding a cream-coloured card so that all Ohno could read was ‘You have been invited to attend the wedding of Ohno Satoshi & ‘.
Nino has his legs on Ohno’s shoulders and his face buried in his neck. Ohno’s tugging on Nino’s hair, biting on his lips till they are raw and swollen, dragging his teeth along his collar bone and he doesn’t think he’s ever fucked Nino this hard before.
It feels like he’s tearing Nino apart in every way possible, but Ohno knows only one is causing the dampness on his shoulder.
{three.}
They get called into the office just as they are about to leave the building.
Hello, yes, yes, sit down.
It’s not as though they hadn’t seen it coming.
Coffee? Tea?
They just didn’t think it would be so soon.
Well, then, let me just cut to the chase.
Nino wipes his palms on his jeans.
The thing is, from what we have observed lately, you two have been acting a bit too… intimately, I should say. In concerts, public appearances, on TV. You get what I mean.
He feels a certain weight on his chest, and it makes it hard to breathe.
The board and I have discussed this, and we feel that it is best if you two could stop this behaviour.
And there it goes.
I don’t mean for it to stop it completely, you know, I mean the fans completely adore it. Hell, it’s fanservice, and it’s entertaining. Just make sure it’s pretend, and that the fans know that that’s all it is. Don’t let it become real, you underst-
“But it is real.” It’s the first time Ohno’s spoken that evening. Nino wants to smile, but he’s too busy trying not to scream.
That’s not important. We have a policy here. There are rules to be followed.
Something’s about to change, and they both know it.
So that’s that. You do understand, don’t you? We can’t let this get out.
Why not?
You have no idea what it will do to the band.
Nothing will happen-
If it does, well, who knows?
We wouldn’t know until we at least try-
Arashi would probably go bust.
Then they realise that at the end of the day, it’s not just about the two of them,
And we can’t have that now,
not anymore.
can we?
The next day, they stop holding hands in public.
{four.}
Nino used to believe in magic.
His mother took him to a David Copperfield show when he was ten. He can’t remember much about it, except that the entire show was punctuated with his gasps of awe and his mother’s hushed “Close your mouth, Kazunari, or else flies will go in.” He also remembers being particularly amazed when the magician made a pretty lady appear out of thin air.
At twelve, Nino tried to make his father appear.
It didn’t work, and Nino felt bad about it for ages, especially since his mother and sister were upset almost all the time. He felt like he was letting them down or something. But then Nino grew up, and realised that they didn’t need his father to get by anyway.
At eighteen, Nino tried to make Noriko appear.
She didn’t come back, so the next couple of days were spent moping around and making up for all the teenage angst he never got the chance to express during puberty. It wasn’t too bad, though. Aiba was twice as loud to make up for his lack of noise, Sho kept bringing him hot chocolate and Jun was not as mean.
Plus, he had Ohno, so that was okay.
At twenty-five, Nino tries to make one Ohno Satoshi appear.
Because where there used to be paint and DS games and clay, there’s now long stretches of silence spent staring at the clock and leaving voicemails that go “Are you going to finish fishing anytime soon?”, wondering whether someone in particular will arrive at work early or stay with him after, so that there’ll be paint and DS games and clay, again.
There isn’t.
Nino used to believe in magic, but now he’s not so sure.
{five.}
Nino breaks it to Ohno over coffee one morning.
“We should stop,” he says.
Ohno continues stirring his coffee for a few seconds, as though he hadn’t heard him. Then, blinking slowly, he looks up at Nino.
“Why?”
Nino pulls on the sleeves of his sweater so that they almost cover his fingertips.
“I’m dating someone.”
He imagines a sudden standstill, a suspension in time, where everyone else in the café is moving in slow motion and that dull buzz he’s hearing is just incessant chatter in the background, not blood roaring through his ears.
“Oh,” Ohno replies, and goes back to stirring his coffee.
Nino feels a childish urge to whimper and throw a tantrum, or to reach across the table. He burns his tongue by drinking too-hot coffee and sits on his hands instead.
Ohno looks up a second time, and stares at a spot below Nino’s left shoulder. He coughs, scratches the tip of his nose.
“Why?” he asks again. He has a tiny frown on his face.
Nino wonders if Ohno feels as lost as he looks.
“You’ve been enough for me for ten years,” Ohno pauses. “I thought - I mean,” Licks his lip, and looks Nino in the eye. “Aren’t I enough for you, too?”
Yes, you are, Nino thinks. You’re too much, and that’s the problem.
{end.}