ohmiya ficlet #1
Title: creatures!arashi
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~500
Pairing(s): ohmiya
Summary: folklore!arashi, in which they still debut, foxes hate water, but they don't hate oh-chans
Notes: I have so many half-dreamed plotbunnies so fuck it I'm getting them out to preserve my sanity.
Ohno pokes his head out of the water, peering at Nino’s scrunched-up figure.
“Come innnn,” he pleads, widening his eyes, he crosses his arms on the rock Nino’s sitting on, his hands glimmering with what seems vaguely like sand from a distance, but is distinctly more scale-like up close. Nino gives him a deadpan stare.
“Foxes don't like water, Oh-chan,” he says, his nose wrinkling cutely in distaste at the word water. Aiba bobs his head up from where he’d been swimming, so excited that Nino’s almost surprised his tail hasn’t popped out.
“C’mon, Nino, aren't you hot?” he asks. Then: “And besides, cats don't like water either, but Matsujun’s playing with us.”
Nino glares at him. “Jun can go be a freak of nature all he wants, doesn't mean I’m going into that death-trap.”
“We’re all freaks of nature here,” Jun points out idly, sitting on his surfboard. “Or did you forget that little detail? And you’re human right now, so there’s no good reason for you to avoid water. You don't want anyone to get suspicious, do you?”
“I get seasick, remember? Totally normal.” Nino sighs, sweeping his eyes over the beautiful beach, the long stretch of sea.
“I can't believe that, out of all the people Johnny chose, he put the five of us together,” Sho says, feet in the water and body sprawled on the sand. “At least none of us will have to hide anything.”
Ohno peers at Sho, then at Nino. “It’s almost like someone was lucky, or something.”
Nino furrows his brows. “Please don't blame me for this clusterfuck,” he informs them. “My idea of luck would’ve been a plane ticket to America. Or maybe getting a ride from Sho-chan.”
“I’m not a taxi,” Sho protests. Nino smirks at him.
“No, but you are cheaper than Tokyo Airlines. And besides, it’ll be good therapy to get rid of that ridiculous phobia of yours. Actually use your wings, for once.”
As Sho splutters, Ohno pushes himself out of the water and beside Nino on his rock, the scales of his tail shimmering for a moment before resolving into tan legs. Nino resolutely does not look. Ohno moves over to him, staring at him for a long, uncomfortable moment.
Then, he pushes Nino in.
“I’m going to kill you,” Nino screeches, eyes turning bright yellow and nails sharpening into claws as the others begin to cackle. Ohno just smiles, jumps back in the water, feet turning into tail and scales growing along his arms. He brings his arms around Nino, keeping him above the water, holding him close.
“We’re a little lucky,” he says, and kisses Nino on the nose. Nino gives him a dark look under folded, pointy ears and flushed cheeks, and swats at him with a pale, small hand.
“Not even a little,” Nino says, and shoves Ohno beneath the water to hide his smile.