Picturesque Melody Chapter 4
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 4:
Ohno stood in a long row of people wondering if he was doing the right thing. He had a white ticket in his hand, just like everybody else in the row, but unlike everybody else, he had a backstage pass as well.
When Nino left with Sho, Ohno felt as if his life was about to crumble. Not wanting to lose to Sho, Ohno decided to take the next step - attending Nino’s concert.
At first, it seemed like a pretty stupid plan, but Ohno was determined. He had told Jun about it, but all Jun said was that his plan was dumb and it was better for him to concentrate on his paintings. Ohno knew Jun was right, it was indeed better for him to just forget about Nino and move on with his life. That was until Ohno realize that other than Nino, there was nothing else he wanted to paint.
Since Jun passively refused to help him, Ohno was on his own. He had gone to the concert venue and purchased a front row ticket. Who knew the girl at the counter was a fan of his works and would give him a backstage pass?
The double doors opened and a whole flood of Nino fans entered the hall. Ohno followed them in, impressed by the stunning design of the concert hall. But that was not what he was here for.
Ohno took his seat, right in the middle of the first row where he would have a fantastic view of Nino. The stage was empty except for a well-polished white grand piano. It was empty for only a few minutes from the time Ohno found his seat.
The lights had dimmed almost instantaneously, and bright yellow spotlights illuminated the stage. Ohno saw Nino enter from the left with Sakurai by his side. Nino looked exactly like an angel from where Ohno sat, he looked so small and delicate on the vast stage and with Sakurai next to him. The lights reflected off Nino’s soft skin, making it look like Nino was glowing.
This is going to the best (actually the only) performance Ohno has ever watched.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“There has to be a reason why you asked me out for coffee,” said Sho, replacing his cappuccino onto its saucer, staring intently at Matsumoto who was seated opposite him in this classy café.
“There’s no need to rush,” smirked Matsumoto, calling the waitress to refill his cup, “unless you’re in a hurry to get back to Ninomiya,”
Sho froze, shocked that Matsumoto could see through him. Ever since Nino ‘went missing’, Sho made a vow to never ever leave his side. But for some unknown reason, when Matsumoto appeared at Nino’s concert and asked him out for coffee, Sho reasoned with himself, saying that Nino was currently on stage performing and could not run away again, and agreed.
“I have a preposition,” said Matsumoto, finally getting to the point, “I know you like Ninomiya,”
Sho choked on the piece of cheesecake which he had ordered to go with his cappuccino. Matsumoto smirked.
“I like Satoshi,” continued Matsumoto, staring intently at Sho, “but you know how the two of them always seem to find their way to each other…” Matsumoto trailed off, allowing Sho to absorb what he just said.
“And your point it?” asked Sho, sitting at the edge of his seat.
“You’re a graduate, I’m sure you know what I mean,”
Sho broke eye contact with Matsumoto. He had noticed Nino had something for the painter, but Sho was sure it was not serious. But now that Matsumoto had pointed it out, Nino did seem very eager when he left for Ohno’s studio, he even forgot to wait for him! As much Sho did not want to admit, the thing between Nino and Ohno was definitely not one-sided. At the beginning of Nino’s performance, when Sho led Nino to the grand piano, he saw Ohno seated right there in the front row. If there was nothing going on between them, why would Ohno be there although he could not hear Nino’s performance?
Sho gulped, “So I’ll keep Nino away from Ohno, and you’ll make sure Ohno won’t come near Nino?”
Jun smirked.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nino stood up from the piano, turned towards the audience and gave a deep bow. The crowd had erupted into a round of applause which lasted for more than three minutes. Nino straightened himself and looked towards his audience. There was something special about this group of audience, Nino could feel it. But before he could try and figure out what it was, Sho appeared by his side and escorted him off stage.
“You smell of cappuccino,” commented Nino.
“I went for a drink at the café opposite the road,” replied Sho, “Do you mind if I cut short your meeting with the backstage pass holders?”
Nino shook his head.
Nino followed Sho has he led him towards his resting room, where according to the schedule, he would chat with the backstage pass holders, usually reporters, and after that, he had the whole night to do what he wanted.
Minutes after Nino sat down comfortably on the couch in his resting room, the group of backstage pass holders entered the room, buzzing excitedly, and sat opposite him. Then, they started firing questions at him. It was times like these when Nino did not mind being blind, he could not see the faces of the reporters hence did not really feel tense.
While answering questions after questions with a cute smile on his face (he was told doing so drove the reporters, and hence the fans, crazy), Nino felt something was amiss. Before the concert, Sho had told him there were a total of ten backstage pass holders, but from the voices, there were only nine in front of him. People out there are dying to meet him personally, so where was the last one?
“I’m sorry but we’ll have to stop the interview now,” interrupted Sho, gesturing towards the exit. Nino heard a chorus of complaints, saying something about the interview session lasted only fifteen minutes. But it is not like Nino is complaining
Nino sat there on the couch, somewhat paying attention to Sho escorting the bunch of reporters out the door. Just as he thought that was all the excitement for that day, he sharp ears picked out a familiar voice cry ‘Ni-’, before the door slammed shut, blocking out that familiar voice.
“Sho!” cried Nino, “getting up from the couch, Ohno is out there! I heard him!”
Nino tried making his way to the door. But without his cane and a rather huge coffee table in front of him, Nino tripped and fell onto the floor before he could get very far. He heard Sho gasped, and seconds later, he was being picked up, bridal style.
“He can’t be there,” said Sho, reassuringly, still carrying Nino so he could not go to the door and ‘see’ for himself, “If he was, I would have seen him,”
Nino stopped squirming in Sho’s arms, a small pout on his face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ohno folded his arms across his chest, sulking as he did so. Hopefully Jun would get the message and make a U-turn.
‘I’m sorry, okay?’ signed Jun once they got to a red light.
Ohno could only sulk some more. When the concert was over, he had the privilege of leaving first so he, being a backstage pass holder, could go and meet Nino personally. Just when he thought he could finally see Nino again, Jun appeared out of nowhere and started telling him off.
Jun went on and on about how he was wasting his time attending the performance when he could not even hear it. Being the shy and timid person that he is, Ohno simply stood there and let Jun ‘scold’ him. When Jun finally paused for a bit, trying to find something else to lecture him on, Ohno fled, his desperation to see Nino stronger than him feeling bad for disappointing Jun.
By the time he got to Nino’s resting room, the door was closed, and the security guard said something. He tried telling them he had a pass, but still they refused to let him in. Not being able to communicate properly, Ohno decided to wait outside, until the doors opened. It did, but instead of Nino coming out, it was a whole bunch of reporters.
“Nino!” Ohno had shouted hoping he would attract Nino’s attention. But to his dismay, the whole group of bustling reporters drowned out his voice, and before he could squeeze past, the door was slammed shut, almost in his face.
Ohno sank back further into his seat, his arms tightening around each other. They had reached his studio and Ohno was about to exit the car when Jun grabbed hold of him.
‘Forget about Ninomiya,’ signed Jun, giving Ohno a serious look, ‘he doesn’t like you. Why else would Sakurai-san stop you from meeting Ninomiya even though you had a backstage pass?’
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 4:
Ohno stood in a long row of people wondering if he was doing the right thing. He had a white ticket in his hand, just like everybody else in the row, but unlike everybody else, he had a backstage pass as well.
When Nino left with Sho, Ohno felt as if his life was about to crumble. Not wanting to lose to Sho, Ohno decided to take the next step - attending Nino’s concert.
At first, it seemed like a pretty stupid plan, but Ohno was determined. He had told Jun about it, but all Jun said was that his plan was dumb and it was better for him to concentrate on his paintings. Ohno knew Jun was right, it was indeed better for him to just forget about Nino and move on with his life. That was until Ohno realize that other than Nino, there was nothing else he wanted to paint.
Since Jun passively refused to help him, Ohno was on his own. He had gone to the concert venue and purchased a front row ticket. Who knew the girl at the counter was a fan of his works and would give him a backstage pass?
The double doors opened and a whole flood of Nino fans entered the hall. Ohno followed them in, impressed by the stunning design of the concert hall. But that was not what he was here for.
Ohno took his seat, right in the middle of the first row where he would have a fantastic view of Nino. The stage was empty except for a well-polished white grand piano. It was empty for only a few minutes from the time Ohno found his seat.
The lights had dimmed almost instantaneously, and bright yellow spotlights illuminated the stage. Ohno saw Nino enter from the left with Sakurai by his side. Nino looked exactly like an angel from where Ohno sat, he looked so small and delicate on the vast stage and with Sakurai next to him. The lights reflected off Nino’s soft skin, making it look like Nino was glowing.
This is going to the best (actually the only) performance Ohno has ever watched.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
“There has to be a reason why you asked me out for coffee,” said Sho, replacing his cappuccino onto its saucer, staring intently at Matsumoto who was seated opposite him in this classy café.
“There’s no need to rush,” smirked Matsumoto, calling the waitress to refill his cup, “unless you’re in a hurry to get back to Ninomiya,”
Sho froze, shocked that Matsumoto could see through him. Ever since Nino ‘went missing’, Sho made a vow to never ever leave his side. But for some unknown reason, when Matsumoto appeared at Nino’s concert and asked him out for coffee, Sho reasoned with himself, saying that Nino was currently on stage performing and could not run away again, and agreed.
“I have a preposition,” said Matsumoto, finally getting to the point, “I know you like Ninomiya,”
Sho choked on the piece of cheesecake which he had ordered to go with his cappuccino. Matsumoto smirked.
“I like Satoshi,” continued Matsumoto, staring intently at Sho, “but you know how the two of them always seem to find their way to each other…” Matsumoto trailed off, allowing Sho to absorb what he just said.
“And your point it?” asked Sho, sitting at the edge of his seat.
“You’re a graduate, I’m sure you know what I mean,”
Sho broke eye contact with Matsumoto. He had noticed Nino had something for the painter, but Sho was sure it was not serious. But now that Matsumoto had pointed it out, Nino did seem very eager when he left for Ohno’s studio, he even forgot to wait for him! As much Sho did not want to admit, the thing between Nino and Ohno was definitely not one-sided. At the beginning of Nino’s performance, when Sho led Nino to the grand piano, he saw Ohno seated right there in the front row. If there was nothing going on between them, why would Ohno be there although he could not hear Nino’s performance?
Sho gulped, “So I’ll keep Nino away from Ohno, and you’ll make sure Ohno won’t come near Nino?”
Jun smirked.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Nino stood up from the piano, turned towards the audience and gave a deep bow. The crowd had erupted into a round of applause which lasted for more than three minutes. Nino straightened himself and looked towards his audience. There was something special about this group of audience, Nino could feel it. But before he could try and figure out what it was, Sho appeared by his side and escorted him off stage.
“You smell of cappuccino,” commented Nino.
“I went for a drink at the café opposite the road,” replied Sho, “Do you mind if I cut short your meeting with the backstage pass holders?”
Nino shook his head.
Nino followed Sho has he led him towards his resting room, where according to the schedule, he would chat with the backstage pass holders, usually reporters, and after that, he had the whole night to do what he wanted.
Minutes after Nino sat down comfortably on the couch in his resting room, the group of backstage pass holders entered the room, buzzing excitedly, and sat opposite him. Then, they started firing questions at him. It was times like these when Nino did not mind being blind, he could not see the faces of the reporters hence did not really feel tense.
While answering questions after questions with a cute smile on his face (he was told doing so drove the reporters, and hence the fans, crazy), Nino felt something was amiss. Before the concert, Sho had told him there were a total of ten backstage pass holders, but from the voices, there were only nine in front of him. People out there are dying to meet him personally, so where was the last one?
“I’m sorry but we’ll have to stop the interview now,” interrupted Sho, gesturing towards the exit. Nino heard a chorus of complaints, saying something about the interview session lasted only fifteen minutes. But it is not like Nino is complaining
Nino sat there on the couch, somewhat paying attention to Sho escorting the bunch of reporters out the door. Just as he thought that was all the excitement for that day, he sharp ears picked out a familiar voice cry ‘Ni-’, before the door slammed shut, blocking out that familiar voice.
“Sho!” cried Nino, “getting up from the couch, Ohno is out there! I heard him!”
Nino tried making his way to the door. But without his cane and a rather huge coffee table in front of him, Nino tripped and fell onto the floor before he could get very far. He heard Sho gasped, and seconds later, he was being picked up, bridal style.
“He can’t be there,” said Sho, reassuringly, still carrying Nino so he could not go to the door and ‘see’ for himself, “If he was, I would have seen him,”
Nino stopped squirming in Sho’s arms, a small pout on his face.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ohno folded his arms across his chest, sulking as he did so. Hopefully Jun would get the message and make a U-turn.
‘I’m sorry, okay?’ signed Jun once they got to a red light.
Ohno could only sulk some more. When the concert was over, he had the privilege of leaving first so he, being a backstage pass holder, could go and meet Nino personally. Just when he thought he could finally see Nino again, Jun appeared out of nowhere and started telling him off.
Jun went on and on about how he was wasting his time attending the performance when he could not even hear it. Being the shy and timid person that he is, Ohno simply stood there and let Jun ‘scold’ him. When Jun finally paused for a bit, trying to find something else to lecture him on, Ohno fled, his desperation to see Nino stronger than him feeling bad for disappointing Jun.
By the time he got to Nino’s resting room, the door was closed, and the security guard said something. He tried telling them he had a pass, but still they refused to let him in. Not being able to communicate properly, Ohno decided to wait outside, until the doors opened. It did, but instead of Nino coming out, it was a whole bunch of reporters.
“Nino!” Ohno had shouted hoping he would attract Nino’s attention. But to his dismay, the whole group of bustling reporters drowned out his voice, and before he could squeeze past, the door was slammed shut, almost in his face.
Ohno sank back further into his seat, his arms tightening around each other. They had reached his studio and Ohno was about to exit the car when Jun grabbed hold of him.
‘Forget about Ninomiya,’ signed Jun, giving Ohno a serious look, ‘he doesn’t like you. Why else would Sakurai-san stop you from meeting Ninomiya even though you had a backstage pass?’