Picturesque Melody Chapter 3
Title: Picturesque Melody
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Ohmiya, one-sided Sakumiya, one-sided Juntoshi
Summary: A deaf painter meets a blind pianist
Disclaimer: Don’t own. All Fiction.
Chapter 3:
Ohno threw the paint brush into a bucket of murky water, watching it splash as he fell back onto the sofa behind him.
He badly wanted to laugh at the title that was given to him. ‘The world’s best artist’ followed by a picture of him on a framed piece of paper from local newspaper was proudly displayed on the wall opposite him, making Ohno sick to the stomach.
If he was really the world’s best artist, he would be able to capture every detail of Ninomiya’s face and paint it on the canvas. If he was really the world’s best artist, he would be able to recreate the glint in Ninomiya’s eyes on paper.
Gingerly, Ohno lifted his head to stare at the canvas. Most of it was still white, except for the middle part where Ninomiya’s face and a bit of his shoulders had been painted. Ohno knew there was something wrong with it.
Just then, from the corner of his eyes, Ohno saw the door to his studio open. Instinctively, Ohno turned and saw a security guard. He bit his lips. Just as Ohno thought his hopes were dashed, a small figure appeared from behind the security guard.
Not believing his good luck, Ohno walked up to them dreamily. The security guard gave him a small slip of paper, bowed to the both of them and left. ‘This kid here was knocking on your door for at least 15 minutes, when I realize you couldn’t notice and decided to let him in’ was what was written on the paper.
Ohno stared at the angelic figure. There were beads of perspiration all over Ninomiya’s forehead and he looked drained. Ohno guessed he had walked all the way here, since Sakurai was nowhere in sight.
Ohno reached out and gently grabbed Ninomiya’s hand, afraid that he might disappear like a cloud of mist.
“What are you doing here?” asked Ohno, closing the door before leading Ninomiya to the sofa which he had been sitting on earlier, sweeping the bits and pieces of paint tubes and brushes to the side so Ninomiya would not trip over them.
He saw Ninomiya pull out a pad of writing paper and a pen from his guitar case, wrote something on it and handed it over to him.
‘I thought you wanted me to model for you…’ Ninomiya’s writing was beautiful, Ohno thought, although the characters were not aligned and were either overlapping or had too much space in between them.
Ohno looked up and saw Ninomiya grinning at him in a shy yet cheeky manner.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sho bowed to a random stranger on the streets for her ‘help’ as he continued his mission. Since about half and hour ago, Sho had been running around the streets outside the concert hall, shoving a picture of Nino into passersby’s faces, asking if they had seen him.
No one had.
Sho was on the verge of a meltdown. When he returned and found an empty stage in front of him, Sho’s panic level shot to the maximum if not higher. He had had checked every single toilet, asked every single staff, but nobody saw Nino.
His hair was a mess and he was panting as if he just ran a marathon. This was the world’s renowned Ninomiya Kazunari he was looking for! How could anybody not notice him?
Sho leaned against a wall and slid to the ground. Everything was his fault. He should have kept an eye on Nino. He should have stayed by his side. If he had, none of his would have happened. Sho gripped his hair as tears threatened to fall. He had no idea where Nino could be and had no means of contacting him, Nino had left his phone on the piano.
The only clue he had was that Nino was going to the place that inspired him, but Sho did not know where that was.
“Sakurai-san?” Sho heard someone calling him. Deceiving himself that it was Nino, although Sho knew Nino’s voice and the fact that Nino never called him ‘Sakurai’, Sho immediately stood up.
“Matsumoto-san?” breathed Sho.
“What’s wrong?” asked Matsumoto, sensing something was amiss from Sho’s distraught look and blank expression.
Sho bit his lips, wondering why he was even talking to the annoying man who displayed Nino’s picture without permission, “Nino’s missing,”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nino strummed his guitar, his fingers pressing and moving over the strings. He did not want to be egoistic, but he could not help but think how smart he was to come here. The atmosphere was calming and it was peaceful. In no time at all, Nino had finished a song and it sounded fantastic.
In front of him, Nino could hear Ohno’s light breathing and the soft sound of brush against paper. Every once in a while, Nino could hear the splattering of paint as Ohno dipped his brush into the can and the swishing of water as Ohno cleaned his brush.
“Ninomiya…”
Nino looked up with a slight pout on his face. He wrote ‘call me Nino’ on the writing pad and gave it to Ohno.
“Nino…” corrected Ohno, returning the paper, “Do you want to eat cha-han?”
Nino smiled in reply.
Soon enough, the sweet scent of cha-han filled the air. Nino continued playing his guitar, feeling in seventh heaven, until he realized Ohno could not hear his music. Putting his guitar down and picking up his cane, Nino made his way over to Ohno, tripping over something that felt suspiciously like a fishing rod.
Once he got to Ohno, Nino got out the writing pad and wrote ‘Oh’ on it before pausing. Nino frowned upon realizing he had no idea how to write the second character of Ohno’s name. He was pretty sure Sho taught him before, but being blind, he did not have such a great affinity with words, especially kanji.
Instead of wasting time figuring out how to write the ‘no’, Nino simply scribbled ‘Oh-chan, I can’t eat clams,”
Ohno felt something prodding him in the back and turn around. True enough, Nino was there with a piece of paper in his outstretched hand. Reading the message, Ohno gave Nino a lopsided grin at the nickname, although he knew Nino could not see him. He then returned the clams to the fridge, in awe at Nino’s sharp sense of smell.
Nino stood there behind Ohno, enjoying the fragrance. Ohno was good at cooking cha-han, unlike Sho who insisted on preparing the same dish for him a week ago and burnt the whole thing.
Nino froze in mid-thought as he realized he had not told Sho where he was. Feeling extremely guilty knowing that Sho would be worried sick, Nino asked to borrow Ohno’s phone. Nino felt the numbers on the phone and dialed Sho’s number, one of the many things he memorized by heart.
“Sho?” began Nino.
“Nino!” cried Sho over the phone, making Nino feel that he’ll turn as deaf as Ohno, “Nino, where are you?! Do you know how worried I was?!” Sho went on and on with the questions, making Nino feel even worse than he did before.
“I’m with Ohno,” answered Nino once Sho gave him the chance to.
Sho was about to say something else when Nino heard Ohno’s footsteps coming his way. Dropping the phone, Nino felt Ohno pulling him and sitting him down on the same sofa. A bowl of which was obviously filled with cha-han was placed in Nino’s hands along with a metallic spoon.
Nino smiled his thanks and began eating.
But before he could take a bite, Nino heard the door burst open, followed by a ‘Nino!’ Sho’s footsteps came his way and seconds later, Nino felt Sho hugging him so tightly he could barely breathe.
“Don’t ever do that again…” mumbled Sho. Nino nodded culpably against Sho’s muscular shoulder as Sho repeatedly stoked his head in a comforting way.
It was only when someone cleared his throat when Sho released Nino from his grip.
“Are you guys done?” asked a voice which Nino recognized as Matsumoto’s. Nino smiled sheepishly as he felt around for his cane.
Sho grabbed the guitar which he knew belonged to Nino and a few piece of paper with Nino’s distinct handwriting on it, before helping the latter up.
“I guess we’ll call it quits this time,” said Matsumoto.
Sho looked towards the canvas with a lovely painting of Nino playing his guitar and then to the paper in his hands. Being a graduate, he knew what had happened between Nino and Ohno.
“Yeah,” replied Sho.
From the corner, Ohno glance longingly at Nino as he was being led out of his studio cum apartment by Sakurai. The door slammed shut and Ohno felt nauseous. His eyes traveled from the door to the sofa. At the feet of the sofa laid a bowl of the cha-han he had cooked for Nino which so much passion. It was upside down, contents all over the wooden floor.
It had been knocked out of Nino’s hands and landed that way when Sho entered.
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Now the fun begins~
Author: Masuhisa
Pairing: Ohmiya, one-sided Sakumiya, one-sided Juntoshi
Summary: A deaf painter meets a blind pianist
Disclaimer: Don’t own. All Fiction.
Chapter 3:
Ohno threw the paint brush into a bucket of murky water, watching it splash as he fell back onto the sofa behind him.
He badly wanted to laugh at the title that was given to him. ‘The world’s best artist’ followed by a picture of him on a framed piece of paper from local newspaper was proudly displayed on the wall opposite him, making Ohno sick to the stomach.
If he was really the world’s best artist, he would be able to capture every detail of Ninomiya’s face and paint it on the canvas. If he was really the world’s best artist, he would be able to recreate the glint in Ninomiya’s eyes on paper.
Gingerly, Ohno lifted his head to stare at the canvas. Most of it was still white, except for the middle part where Ninomiya’s face and a bit of his shoulders had been painted. Ohno knew there was something wrong with it.
Just then, from the corner of his eyes, Ohno saw the door to his studio open. Instinctively, Ohno turned and saw a security guard. He bit his lips. Just as Ohno thought his hopes were dashed, a small figure appeared from behind the security guard.
Not believing his good luck, Ohno walked up to them dreamily. The security guard gave him a small slip of paper, bowed to the both of them and left. ‘This kid here was knocking on your door for at least 15 minutes, when I realize you couldn’t notice and decided to let him in’ was what was written on the paper.
Ohno stared at the angelic figure. There were beads of perspiration all over Ninomiya’s forehead and he looked drained. Ohno guessed he had walked all the way here, since Sakurai was nowhere in sight.
Ohno reached out and gently grabbed Ninomiya’s hand, afraid that he might disappear like a cloud of mist.
“What are you doing here?” asked Ohno, closing the door before leading Ninomiya to the sofa which he had been sitting on earlier, sweeping the bits and pieces of paint tubes and brushes to the side so Ninomiya would not trip over them.
He saw Ninomiya pull out a pad of writing paper and a pen from his guitar case, wrote something on it and handed it over to him.
‘I thought you wanted me to model for you…’ Ninomiya’s writing was beautiful, Ohno thought, although the characters were not aligned and were either overlapping or had too much space in between them.
Ohno looked up and saw Ninomiya grinning at him in a shy yet cheeky manner.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sho bowed to a random stranger on the streets for her ‘help’ as he continued his mission. Since about half and hour ago, Sho had been running around the streets outside the concert hall, shoving a picture of Nino into passersby’s faces, asking if they had seen him.
No one had.
Sho was on the verge of a meltdown. When he returned and found an empty stage in front of him, Sho’s panic level shot to the maximum if not higher. He had had checked every single toilet, asked every single staff, but nobody saw Nino.
His hair was a mess and he was panting as if he just ran a marathon. This was the world’s renowned Ninomiya Kazunari he was looking for! How could anybody not notice him?
Sho leaned against a wall and slid to the ground. Everything was his fault. He should have kept an eye on Nino. He should have stayed by his side. If he had, none of his would have happened. Sho gripped his hair as tears threatened to fall. He had no idea where Nino could be and had no means of contacting him, Nino had left his phone on the piano.
The only clue he had was that Nino was going to the place that inspired him, but Sho did not know where that was.
“Sakurai-san?” Sho heard someone calling him. Deceiving himself that it was Nino, although Sho knew Nino’s voice and the fact that Nino never called him ‘Sakurai’, Sho immediately stood up.
“Matsumoto-san?” breathed Sho.
“What’s wrong?” asked Matsumoto, sensing something was amiss from Sho’s distraught look and blank expression.
Sho bit his lips, wondering why he was even talking to the annoying man who displayed Nino’s picture without permission, “Nino’s missing,”
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nino strummed his guitar, his fingers pressing and moving over the strings. He did not want to be egoistic, but he could not help but think how smart he was to come here. The atmosphere was calming and it was peaceful. In no time at all, Nino had finished a song and it sounded fantastic.
In front of him, Nino could hear Ohno’s light breathing and the soft sound of brush against paper. Every once in a while, Nino could hear the splattering of paint as Ohno dipped his brush into the can and the swishing of water as Ohno cleaned his brush.
“Ninomiya…”
Nino looked up with a slight pout on his face. He wrote ‘call me Nino’ on the writing pad and gave it to Ohno.
“Nino…” corrected Ohno, returning the paper, “Do you want to eat cha-han?”
Nino smiled in reply.
Soon enough, the sweet scent of cha-han filled the air. Nino continued playing his guitar, feeling in seventh heaven, until he realized Ohno could not hear his music. Putting his guitar down and picking up his cane, Nino made his way over to Ohno, tripping over something that felt suspiciously like a fishing rod.
Once he got to Ohno, Nino got out the writing pad and wrote ‘Oh’ on it before pausing. Nino frowned upon realizing he had no idea how to write the second character of Ohno’s name. He was pretty sure Sho taught him before, but being blind, he did not have such a great affinity with words, especially kanji.
Instead of wasting time figuring out how to write the ‘no’, Nino simply scribbled ‘Oh-chan, I can’t eat clams,”
Ohno felt something prodding him in the back and turn around. True enough, Nino was there with a piece of paper in his outstretched hand. Reading the message, Ohno gave Nino a lopsided grin at the nickname, although he knew Nino could not see him. He then returned the clams to the fridge, in awe at Nino’s sharp sense of smell.
Nino stood there behind Ohno, enjoying the fragrance. Ohno was good at cooking cha-han, unlike Sho who insisted on preparing the same dish for him a week ago and burnt the whole thing.
Nino froze in mid-thought as he realized he had not told Sho where he was. Feeling extremely guilty knowing that Sho would be worried sick, Nino asked to borrow Ohno’s phone. Nino felt the numbers on the phone and dialed Sho’s number, one of the many things he memorized by heart.
“Sho?” began Nino.
“Nino!” cried Sho over the phone, making Nino feel that he’ll turn as deaf as Ohno, “Nino, where are you?! Do you know how worried I was?!” Sho went on and on with the questions, making Nino feel even worse than he did before.
“I’m with Ohno,” answered Nino once Sho gave him the chance to.
Sho was about to say something else when Nino heard Ohno’s footsteps coming his way. Dropping the phone, Nino felt Ohno pulling him and sitting him down on the same sofa. A bowl of which was obviously filled with cha-han was placed in Nino’s hands along with a metallic spoon.
Nino smiled his thanks and began eating.
But before he could take a bite, Nino heard the door burst open, followed by a ‘Nino!’ Sho’s footsteps came his way and seconds later, Nino felt Sho hugging him so tightly he could barely breathe.
“Don’t ever do that again…” mumbled Sho. Nino nodded culpably against Sho’s muscular shoulder as Sho repeatedly stoked his head in a comforting way.
It was only when someone cleared his throat when Sho released Nino from his grip.
“Are you guys done?” asked a voice which Nino recognized as Matsumoto’s. Nino smiled sheepishly as he felt around for his cane.
Sho grabbed the guitar which he knew belonged to Nino and a few piece of paper with Nino’s distinct handwriting on it, before helping the latter up.
“I guess we’ll call it quits this time,” said Matsumoto.
Sho looked towards the canvas with a lovely painting of Nino playing his guitar and then to the paper in his hands. Being a graduate, he knew what had happened between Nino and Ohno.
“Yeah,” replied Sho.
From the corner, Ohno glance longingly at Nino as he was being led out of his studio cum apartment by Sakurai. The door slammed shut and Ohno felt nauseous. His eyes traveled from the door to the sofa. At the feet of the sofa laid a bowl of the cha-han he had cooked for Nino which so much passion. It was upside down, contents all over the wooden floor.
It had been knocked out of Nino’s hands and landed that way when Sho entered.
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Now the fun begins~