Arashi [Fic]: Smoke and Air (Ohmiya SK)
Title: Smoke and Air
Genre: Fiction - Fan, Music
Theme/s: Shounen Ai, Romance, Fluff, etc.
Fandom: JE - Arashi
Pairings: Ohmiya
Characters: Satoshi Ohno, Kazunari Ninomiya,
Rating: G (or is it PG-13? idk...)
Summary: uh...no
Notes: This is what happens when people find out you're an Arashi fan - they line up and volunteer to watch movies with you, one day after another. I ended up watching Flags of our Fathers twice in one weekend. The incident inspired this fic. (somewhat emo and fluffy...)
Disclaimer: Waive my rights of ownership of the characters. Uh-huh...story's fictional...
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Dead of the day. It doesn't look like it but it might be.
The work never stops coming as the heat waves through, sunlight beaming down against his pale skin. Nino stops for a moment, wiping his sweat-covered brow with the back of a dirty arm. He thinks, at any moment, he could fall down, the heavy feeling sinking into his body deeper and deeper. He breathes heavily and closes his eyes, inhaling salt air. He could've collapsed onto the dark sand, had he not stopped.
He opens his eyes and looks out onto the sea, wondering what lies beyond it. There is hope beyond the clear blue-green waters, if today would end sooner - sooner than he thinks. He shouldn't even be here. He should be back home, lazing around on his bed, waking up with a warm body wrapped around his arms. But he's not.
"Hey!" The sergeant yells at him. "What are you doing? Get back to work!!" He shoves the end of his rifle against Nino's back.
Nino can only glare at him but cannot do anything more. He grabs his shovel from the floor and continues digging, powdered coals of sand flying everywhere.
"Okay." He hears the director say quietly. The cameras stop moving and the people around him stop becoming still. He watches as they all move around, busy talking to each other.
Something catches his eye as he looks onto the crowd. He blinks, because maybe it was his imagination. A person whom he is very close with has come to see him?
Dropping his shovel, he runs against the crowd, whispering the name. But then, the person disappears when he gets there.
"Damn it!" He curses to himself.
Was he ever there in the first place?, his mind asks. Or maybe it was the heat playing tricks on him again...
A production staff gives him a bottle of water to drink. He takes it, his nimble fingers wrapping itself around the bottle. He then remembers the last time someone gave him a bottle of water.
Maybe it really was just a dream...
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The cave looks dark, except for the lighting.
He sits down onto the gravel, a pen and paper in his hands. When the world is watching, they will all think that he is writing to his wife back home. "Dear Hanako...", his voice would say. But in his mind, it was -
Oh-chan,
I miss you. Do you miss me?
Are you thinking of me? I hope you are...
(If you're not, I'll make you pay later.)
Here I sit and wonder where you are. Are you at the studio, recording for our television show? Are you at home, working on your next clay masterpiece? Or are you raiding the fridge, devouring every edible piece you could get your hands on? (It's your turn to wash the dishes, by the way...)
I love you. Even if I don't say it aloud, I know you know it.
I'll be home soon. Wait for me.
Boom!
The cannon ball crashes against the ground, loud against his ears, sand flying everywhere. There is smoke coming in from outside. Nino crumples the paper into his pocket and covers his mouth. The dark clouds surround him, and he struggles to breathe. He quickly crawls over to the side and grabs his rifle and bayonet. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and something else, something familiar. He can't quite figure it out, but it reminded him of rotten eggs and wet, unwashed socks.
He coughed several times, his throat scratching a little as he did so. The director then says "Okay", his voice gruff and frailing. Nino scrambles to get up as the director commends him on a job well done.
As he walks out of the cave, his eyes roam around the beach. The sun is setting, making him smile faintly as he basks in its beauty. Inside, he pretends that Ohno is standing next to him, watching another sunset. Ohno's arms would be wrapped around his waist, his head resting against Ohno's shoulders, just like old times. Just like they always did when he was back home.
He sighs contentedly and reaches into his pocket for a cigarette, as he knows nothing ever lasts. He feels a bit happy that the filming of the movie is fast, and it would end eventually.
I'll be home soon, Oh-chan. I'll be home soon.
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unbeta-ed/unedited (cos my beta-reader is busy right now.) thanks to my dad and my brother for the help (whatever kind it was...)
[ending sucks btw, so forgive me.]
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Genre: Fiction - Fan, Music
Theme/s: Shounen Ai, Romance, Fluff, etc.
Fandom: JE - Arashi
Pairings: Ohmiya
Characters: Satoshi Ohno, Kazunari Ninomiya,
Rating: G (or is it PG-13? idk...)
Summary: uh...no
Notes: This is what happens when people find out you're an Arashi fan - they line up and volunteer to watch movies with you, one day after another. I ended up watching Flags of our Fathers twice in one weekend. The incident inspired this fic. (somewhat emo and fluffy...)
Disclaimer: Waive my rights of ownership of the characters. Uh-huh...story's fictional...
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Dead of the day. It doesn't look like it but it might be.
The work never stops coming as the heat waves through, sunlight beaming down against his pale skin. Nino stops for a moment, wiping his sweat-covered brow with the back of a dirty arm. He thinks, at any moment, he could fall down, the heavy feeling sinking into his body deeper and deeper. He breathes heavily and closes his eyes, inhaling salt air. He could've collapsed onto the dark sand, had he not stopped.
He opens his eyes and looks out onto the sea, wondering what lies beyond it. There is hope beyond the clear blue-green waters, if today would end sooner - sooner than he thinks. He shouldn't even be here. He should be back home, lazing around on his bed, waking up with a warm body wrapped around his arms. But he's not.
"Hey!" The sergeant yells at him. "What are you doing? Get back to work!!" He shoves the end of his rifle against Nino's back.
Nino can only glare at him but cannot do anything more. He grabs his shovel from the floor and continues digging, powdered coals of sand flying everywhere.
"Okay." He hears the director say quietly. The cameras stop moving and the people around him stop becoming still. He watches as they all move around, busy talking to each other.
Something catches his eye as he looks onto the crowd. He blinks, because maybe it was his imagination. A person whom he is very close with has come to see him?
Dropping his shovel, he runs against the crowd, whispering the name. But then, the person disappears when he gets there.
"Damn it!" He curses to himself.
Was he ever there in the first place?, his mind asks. Or maybe it was the heat playing tricks on him again...
A production staff gives him a bottle of water to drink. He takes it, his nimble fingers wrapping itself around the bottle. He then remembers the last time someone gave him a bottle of water.
Maybe it really was just a dream...
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The cave looks dark, except for the lighting.
He sits down onto the gravel, a pen and paper in his hands. When the world is watching, they will all think that he is writing to his wife back home. "Dear Hanako...", his voice would say. But in his mind, it was -
Oh-chan,
I miss you. Do you miss me?
Are you thinking of me? I hope you are...
(If you're not, I'll make you pay later.)
Here I sit and wonder where you are. Are you at the studio, recording for our television show? Are you at home, working on your next clay masterpiece? Or are you raiding the fridge, devouring every edible piece you could get your hands on? (It's your turn to wash the dishes, by the way...)
I love you. Even if I don't say it aloud, I know you know it.
I'll be home soon. Wait for me.
Boom!
The cannon ball crashes against the ground, loud against his ears, sand flying everywhere. There is smoke coming in from outside. Nino crumples the paper into his pocket and covers his mouth. The dark clouds surround him, and he struggles to breathe. He quickly crawls over to the side and grabs his rifle and bayonet. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and something else, something familiar. He can't quite figure it out, but it reminded him of rotten eggs and wet, unwashed socks.
He coughed several times, his throat scratching a little as he did so. The director then says "Okay", his voice gruff and frailing. Nino scrambles to get up as the director commends him on a job well done.
As he walks out of the cave, his eyes roam around the beach. The sun is setting, making him smile faintly as he basks in its beauty. Inside, he pretends that Ohno is standing next to him, watching another sunset. Ohno's arms would be wrapped around his waist, his head resting against Ohno's shoulders, just like old times. Just like they always did when he was back home.
He sighs contentedly and reaches into his pocket for a cigarette, as he knows nothing ever lasts. He feels a bit happy that the filming of the movie is fast, and it would end eventually.
I'll be home soon, Oh-chan. I'll be home soon.
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unbeta-ed/unedited (cos my beta-reader is busy right now.) thanks to my dad and my brother for the help (whatever kind it was...)
[ending sucks btw, so forgive me.]
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