[multi-chapter] Destiny Calls [Ohmiya] [01/10]
Title: Destiny Calls
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, mystery, suspense
Summary: Plagued by dreams in which he sees the same man die over and over again, Nino is trying to do the impossible, to escape fate that has chosen him of all people to be a life saver.
A/N: New series :) Don't worry, no vampires this time, but still a bit supernatural. Hope you'll like it :D
“I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.”
- M. C. Escher
Dream 1 - The Man at The Train Station
The digital clock on the display board a few feet away from him showed 3:39 PM when a computer voice came over the speakers and announced that the next train would arrive only a few minutes later. Two pigeons cooed and flew off the platform when the rails began to vibrate.
A feeling rose within him; anxiety.
The computer voice echoed through the train station again, a few passersby stepped closer to the rails, three girls next to him chattered loudly, giggling heartily. The train arrived.
Behind him the noise level rose. Two young men argued, their words slurred by the copious amounts of alcohol they had apparently already consumed although it was only early afternoon.
One of them jostled against him when the train had almost reached him, he could only barely manage to stay on his feet; he had nearly fallen onto the rails. The man next to him wasn't as lucky.
A sudden scream, then the girls who had just been giggling began to screech.
Then Silence.
Sighing Ninomiya Kazunari let his bag fall down next to him and leaned forward to put his elbows on the bar and brace his chin on his hands. The owner of the café furrowed his brows.
"Your sigh spells trouble. Another dream?" Matsumoto Jun asked worriedly, all the while drying a green cup. When he was done he threw the dishtowel over his shoulder, making him look very feminine.
"What else? Someday I'll go crazy, I'm telling you!" Nino answered, dismayed, and ran his fingers through his hair agitatedly. Then he boldly lay his head down on the freshly cleaned bar.
"Hey! Ninomiya, you are not at home," came the disgruntled reply to his action and Nino slowly lifted his head again, anxious to look as pitiful as possible.
"It was more real than normal."
Jun furrowed his brows again and Nino had to suppress a chuckle. Seeing Jun scrunch up his face like that always made him laugh. If he knew what he looked like when he did it - he would stop doing it once and for all.
"How ... more real?" Jun probed, his interest caught.
For a while Nino stayed silent, thought about how to word what he wanted to say without making it sound as frightening as it had been when he had experienced it. But then he chose the direct approach. Why should he make light of the situation anyway?
"He died." Nino pressed his lips together sullenly when Jun's surprised eyes met his.
"That's the first time I hear about that," he answered quickly, once again scrunching up his face in the way Nino thought comical.
"Has to be because it was the first time I dreamed it."
He didn't stay at the café long that day. Even though he usually came around lunch time and stayed late into the afternoon - partly to keep his friend company and partly to help when there were a lot of customers -, this day he left earlier and Jun didn't seem happy about it.
"You don't have to go there, Nino. It was just a dream," he tried to convince him. But Nino was restless.
"Sure, only a dream. And tomorrow, when I see his picture in the paper, my life will be over."
"At least then it would be over...," Jun mumbled seemingly to himself, but Nino heard every word. He looked at his glass of water grimly, watching small bubbles rise along the rim.
"Sorry...," Jun added when Nino stayed silent. Nino suddenly looked up again, his elbows once again on the bar, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"And what if he's there? What if he's standing there, at 3:39 PM? Then it's real, Jun!"
Nino reached the train station at 3:24 PM, and suddenly he wanted to run away. It scared him; the thought of really seeing the man of his dreams standing there. Of maybe seeing him die.
In the last few years there hadn't been a night in which he hadn't dreamed of the young, brown-haired (although he was sure that brown wasn't his natural hair color) man. There hadn't been a night in which he hadn't woken up, soaked in sweat, because he had dreamed of random moments of the life of a complete stranger.
But this night had been the first time he had seen him die. And it had been a lot more real, a lot more vivid. For the first time he had remembered enough to recognize the place he had seen in his dream. Nino knew that he had to use this piece of information.
If the man wasn't at the train station, everything would go on. He would live his life the way he had always lived it and he would keep asking himself why he dreamed about the same man every night.
But if he was at the train station-
Nino wouldn't know what to do.
"Please step back, the train will arrive in a few seconds."
Nino quickly looked at the clock on the display board to once again make sure that it was really 3:39 PM. He didn't notice the two pigeons that flew up off the rails, as incredible tension ran through his body.
It only got worse when three familiar girls started laughing loudly.
'Is ... this really happening?' Nino asked himself incredulously, letting his eyes wander across the platform. A huge lump formed in his throat when he saw the drunk men a few feet behind him.
Then the second announcement came.
And suddenly a man stepped next to him.
Nino's eyes widened when he recognized the brown-haired man. There he was, only a few feet away from him, absently looking at his watch. Nino thought he was dreaming; literally.
'He is ... really here. He exists. He is ... real.'
When Nino heard the train come in, he suddenly remembered why he was even there in the first place. Not to finally meet the man of his dreams, but to save him.
But it took a few seconds until Nino could finally tear his gaze away from the man next to him. It almost took too long.
Suddenly he felt himself being pushed and lurched dangerously forward. He could already see the rails, but somehow he managed to stay on his feet. Just like he did in his dream.
'Now!' Nino fired himself up and blindly reached a hand out to the man next to him who had also been pushed. He caught a hold of him and pulled as hard as he could. Together they fell to the floor, a tangled mass of limbs, but at least they were safe.
The train arrived. Nobody screamed.
Only the man next to him breathed heavily.
For a few seconds nothing happened, they just continued to lie next to each other on the hard platform and Nino could feel the eyes of the passersby on them. Then the man turned to face him and looked him straight in the eyes. Nino felt as if he could read everything in his eyes, surprise, partly shock. And fascination.
When the man opened his mouth to say something that Nino was sure he didn't want to hear, he quickly got to his feet and ran away.
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Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Romance, mystery, suspense
Summary: Plagued by dreams in which he sees the same man die over and over again, Nino is trying to do the impossible, to escape fate that has chosen him of all people to be a life saver.
A/N: New series :) Don't worry, no vampires this time, but still a bit supernatural. Hope you'll like it :D
“I don't use drugs, my dreams are frightening enough.”
- M. C. Escher
Dream 1 - The Man at The Train Station
The digital clock on the display board a few feet away from him showed 3:39 PM when a computer voice came over the speakers and announced that the next train would arrive only a few minutes later. Two pigeons cooed and flew off the platform when the rails began to vibrate.
A feeling rose within him; anxiety.
The computer voice echoed through the train station again, a few passersby stepped closer to the rails, three girls next to him chattered loudly, giggling heartily. The train arrived.
Behind him the noise level rose. Two young men argued, their words slurred by the copious amounts of alcohol they had apparently already consumed although it was only early afternoon.
One of them jostled against him when the train had almost reached him, he could only barely manage to stay on his feet; he had nearly fallen onto the rails. The man next to him wasn't as lucky.
A sudden scream, then the girls who had just been giggling began to screech.
Then Silence.
Sighing Ninomiya Kazunari let his bag fall down next to him and leaned forward to put his elbows on the bar and brace his chin on his hands. The owner of the café furrowed his brows.
"Your sigh spells trouble. Another dream?" Matsumoto Jun asked worriedly, all the while drying a green cup. When he was done he threw the dishtowel over his shoulder, making him look very feminine.
"What else? Someday I'll go crazy, I'm telling you!" Nino answered, dismayed, and ran his fingers through his hair agitatedly. Then he boldly lay his head down on the freshly cleaned bar.
"Hey! Ninomiya, you are not at home," came the disgruntled reply to his action and Nino slowly lifted his head again, anxious to look as pitiful as possible.
"It was more real than normal."
Jun furrowed his brows again and Nino had to suppress a chuckle. Seeing Jun scrunch up his face like that always made him laugh. If he knew what he looked like when he did it - he would stop doing it once and for all.
"How ... more real?" Jun probed, his interest caught.
For a while Nino stayed silent, thought about how to word what he wanted to say without making it sound as frightening as it had been when he had experienced it. But then he chose the direct approach. Why should he make light of the situation anyway?
"He died." Nino pressed his lips together sullenly when Jun's surprised eyes met his.
"That's the first time I hear about that," he answered quickly, once again scrunching up his face in the way Nino thought comical.
"Has to be because it was the first time I dreamed it."
He didn't stay at the café long that day. Even though he usually came around lunch time and stayed late into the afternoon - partly to keep his friend company and partly to help when there were a lot of customers -, this day he left earlier and Jun didn't seem happy about it.
"You don't have to go there, Nino. It was just a dream," he tried to convince him. But Nino was restless.
"Sure, only a dream. And tomorrow, when I see his picture in the paper, my life will be over."
"At least then it would be over...," Jun mumbled seemingly to himself, but Nino heard every word. He looked at his glass of water grimly, watching small bubbles rise along the rim.
"Sorry...," Jun added when Nino stayed silent. Nino suddenly looked up again, his elbows once again on the bar, his eyes sparkling with excitement.
"And what if he's there? What if he's standing there, at 3:39 PM? Then it's real, Jun!"
Nino reached the train station at 3:24 PM, and suddenly he wanted to run away. It scared him; the thought of really seeing the man of his dreams standing there. Of maybe seeing him die.
In the last few years there hadn't been a night in which he hadn't dreamed of the young, brown-haired (although he was sure that brown wasn't his natural hair color) man. There hadn't been a night in which he hadn't woken up, soaked in sweat, because he had dreamed of random moments of the life of a complete stranger.
But this night had been the first time he had seen him die. And it had been a lot more real, a lot more vivid. For the first time he had remembered enough to recognize the place he had seen in his dream. Nino knew that he had to use this piece of information.
If the man wasn't at the train station, everything would go on. He would live his life the way he had always lived it and he would keep asking himself why he dreamed about the same man every night.
But if he was at the train station-
Nino wouldn't know what to do.
"Please step back, the train will arrive in a few seconds."
Nino quickly looked at the clock on the display board to once again make sure that it was really 3:39 PM. He didn't notice the two pigeons that flew up off the rails, as incredible tension ran through his body.
It only got worse when three familiar girls started laughing loudly.
'Is ... this really happening?' Nino asked himself incredulously, letting his eyes wander across the platform. A huge lump formed in his throat when he saw the drunk men a few feet behind him.
Then the second announcement came.
And suddenly a man stepped next to him.
Nino's eyes widened when he recognized the brown-haired man. There he was, only a few feet away from him, absently looking at his watch. Nino thought he was dreaming; literally.
'He is ... really here. He exists. He is ... real.'
When Nino heard the train come in, he suddenly remembered why he was even there in the first place. Not to finally meet the man of his dreams, but to save him.
But it took a few seconds until Nino could finally tear his gaze away from the man next to him. It almost took too long.
Suddenly he felt himself being pushed and lurched dangerously forward. He could already see the rails, but somehow he managed to stay on his feet. Just like he did in his dream.
'Now!' Nino fired himself up and blindly reached a hand out to the man next to him who had also been pushed. He caught a hold of him and pulled as hard as he could. Together they fell to the floor, a tangled mass of limbs, but at least they were safe.
The train arrived. Nobody screamed.
Only the man next to him breathed heavily.
For a few seconds nothing happened, they just continued to lie next to each other on the hard platform and Nino could feel the eyes of the passersby on them. Then the man turned to face him and looked him straight in the eyes. Nino felt as if he could read everything in his eyes, surprise, partly shock. And fascination.
When the man opened his mouth to say something that Nino was sure he didn't want to hear, he quickly got to his feet and ran away.
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