[multi-chapter] Destiny Calls [Ohmiya] [03/10]
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.
Previous chapters: 01 | 02
A/N: My favourite chapter until now. Hope you'll like it :D For my complete fic list click here :)
“I'm no hero, guilty as charged”
- Search & Destroy / 30 seconds to mars
Dream 3 - The Man of His Dreams
"You have the day off?" Jun asked, surprised, after Nino had bitterly told him that he hadn't dreamed of brown-haired men having accidents the night before.
"Looks like it," Nino confirmed, more or less elegantly tossing a lump of sugar into his black coffee. He grimaced when a few hot drops landed on his hand. Jun chuckled.
"Does that mean you're finally going to help me out again?"
Nino made some sort of affirmative noise and laid his head down on his extended arms. He hadn't gotten a lot of sleep the night before; he had been preoccupied with what had happened that day. He just didn't know what to make of his current situation, at the same time he really didn't want to think too deeply about it, either. Nino didn't like dealing with things he couldn't explain.
"What does the man of your dreams have to say about all this anyway?" Jun asked and Nino could only smile crookedly at him.
"He doesn't know."
Jun paused for a moment, obviously surprised by the answer. Water dripped off the wet glass in his hand onto the freshly wiped-down bar, but he didn't seem to notice.
“Come again? Does that mean you haven't told him about it yet?" His friend gave him an incredulous look and a queasy feeling rose within Nino. Almost like remorse.
"Haven't had the opportunity yet," he mumbled, staring at his cup. Nino liked avoiding Jun's gaze, especially when it was this piercing.
"Nino, please!" Jun began, bewildered, "You've saved his life twice now! Don't you think you should... talk to him? Put yourself in his place. The poor guy, really."
"Don't you think I have a hard enough time with this already?" Nino suddenly snapped. His patience usually didn't wear thin so soon, but he was tense in every way that day. "I don't even know why this is happening to me. How am I supposed to explain it to him? Hi, I'm Nino, you don't know me, but I've been dreaming of you for years now?"
A loud, dull thud kept Jun from answering. A pigeon had flown against the window behind him and Nino turned in time to see it falling to the floor, dead. He grimaced at the sight for a second before he noticed something else. Something that made his insides shudder.
The big windows offered him a great view of the street in front of the café. And on the other side of the street he saw him - the man of his dreams.
Their eyes met, both of them startled, and then everything happened much too quickly. Before Nino could move, he saw the man cross the street towards him. At once a horn sounded loudly, then tires squealed, someone screamed. And then there came the crashing impact.
"Oh God! No... no, no, no!" tumbled from Nino's lips. He sprang to his feet immediately and ran out of the café onto the street.
He had just watched the man whose life he had saved twice now be run over by a car. Because of him.
'That can't be... why didn't I dream...?' His mind was reeling. Nino could make neither heads nor tails of his thoughts; he was too shaken to make sense of the situation.
When he reached the man, a crowd had already formed around the scene of the accident. He squeezed through the onlookers, hearing sirens in the distance. But he couldn't concentrate on anything other than the man lying motionless on the street, surrounded by a growing pool of his own blood.
While he stood there in shock, watching the EMTs and doctors try to save the man's life, his mind stopped reeling. But the thought that crystallized frightened him even more.
'Did I fail?'
But there was something else there, too, something that felt like relief, even though he didn't want to admit it even to himself. If the man died - and looking at him now, Nino was almost sure he would - his self-imposed duty would be over. His task completed. Nino ignored the shock that went through his system at the thought.
Jun had sent him home right away. If there was one feeling that was very pronounced in Jun, it was pity. Nino was more than grateful for it, though. He was grateful also that Jun didn't ask questions, that he had already realized what had happened.
Nino flung himself onto his bed, it was almost like a déjà-vu, only under different circumstances. This time he wasn't the hero, but the jinx. This time he wasn't the savior, but the cause of the accident.
'If he hadn't seen me, he wouldn't have run onto the street without looking after all,' he accused himself, closing his eyes gloomily.
When he opened them again after a few minutes, he was sitting in the café again.
"What does the man of your dreams have to say about all this anyway?" Jun asked with amusement shining in his eyes.
'He doesn't know...,' Nino heard himself reply in his mind.
Then he finally understood.
Nino knew that he had to act immediately. When the pigeon crashed into the window, it would be too late. Quickly he sifted through the possibilities, his body tensing enough to make his breathing pick up. Skillfully ignoring Jun's questioning look.
'If I run across the street to him, I have to talk to him. I have to say something. If I don't do it, I need to disappear... then he can't be allowed to see me. But maybe he will still - No! I need to go to him.' With this thought he sprang to his feet and ran out of the café as fast as he could. But in his hurry he miscalculated the distance and ran straight onto the street. The last thing Nino saw were two bright headlights racing toward him. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the impact.
Just like in his dream he heard screeching tires, but this time they were much closer and much more real.
But nothing happened.
A horn sounding angrily, followed by the curses of an unknown man and Jun's yells, made him open his eyes again and lower his arms from in front of his face. It was only then that he noticed that he had even lifted them, most likely out of instinct.
A black car had come to a stop only a few centimeters in front of him. The driver was moving towards him, panting with rage.
"Are you insane? Running out on the street, I can't believe it!"
When Nino looked around, shocked to his bones, he couldn't see the man of his dreams anywhere. He turned around and around, straining to see a sign of him, a hint of where he might have been. But there was no one there.
He was unable to stop the question from rising within him, spinning in his mind, laughing and mocking him:
'Did you finally lose your mind?'
The door to Jun's café was shut for the rest of the night, sporting a sign that said Closed in big, red letters. Nino had curled up in one of the armchairs, his arms slung around his bended knees. For a long while he just stared at the steam rising from the cup Jun had set down on the table in front of him, watching the almost invisible steam curl upwards and disappear.
At some point Jun joined him.
"Maybe you should tell me exactly what happened to you just now," he said calmly. Nino could see the worry in the lines of his face, saw it in the way he knit his brows.
“I can't. I don't know," he answered curtly, meeting Jun's eyes for no more than a second.
"I only know...," he continued after a short pause, "... that I'm well on the way to losing my grip on reality, to being unable to distinguish what's real and what's a dream."
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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.
Previous chapters: 01 | 02
A/N: My favourite chapter until now. Hope you'll like it :D For my complete fic list click here :)
“I'm no hero, guilty as charged”
- Search & Destroy / 30 seconds to mars
Dream 3 - The Man of His Dreams
"You have the day off?" Jun asked, surprised, after Nino had bitterly told him that he hadn't dreamed of brown-haired men having accidents the night before.
"Looks like it," Nino confirmed, more or less elegantly tossing a lump of sugar into his black coffee. He grimaced when a few hot drops landed on his hand. Jun chuckled.
"Does that mean you're finally going to help me out again?"
Nino made some sort of affirmative noise and laid his head down on his extended arms. He hadn't gotten a lot of sleep the night before; he had been preoccupied with what had happened that day. He just didn't know what to make of his current situation, at the same time he really didn't want to think too deeply about it, either. Nino didn't like dealing with things he couldn't explain.
"What does the man of your dreams have to say about all this anyway?" Jun asked and Nino could only smile crookedly at him.
"He doesn't know."
Jun paused for a moment, obviously surprised by the answer. Water dripped off the wet glass in his hand onto the freshly wiped-down bar, but he didn't seem to notice.
“Come again? Does that mean you haven't told him about it yet?" His friend gave him an incredulous look and a queasy feeling rose within Nino. Almost like remorse.
"Haven't had the opportunity yet," he mumbled, staring at his cup. Nino liked avoiding Jun's gaze, especially when it was this piercing.
"Nino, please!" Jun began, bewildered, "You've saved his life twice now! Don't you think you should... talk to him? Put yourself in his place. The poor guy, really."
"Don't you think I have a hard enough time with this already?" Nino suddenly snapped. His patience usually didn't wear thin so soon, but he was tense in every way that day. "I don't even know why this is happening to me. How am I supposed to explain it to him? Hi, I'm Nino, you don't know me, but I've been dreaming of you for years now?"
A loud, dull thud kept Jun from answering. A pigeon had flown against the window behind him and Nino turned in time to see it falling to the floor, dead. He grimaced at the sight for a second before he noticed something else. Something that made his insides shudder.
The big windows offered him a great view of the street in front of the café. And on the other side of the street he saw him - the man of his dreams.
Their eyes met, both of them startled, and then everything happened much too quickly. Before Nino could move, he saw the man cross the street towards him. At once a horn sounded loudly, then tires squealed, someone screamed. And then there came the crashing impact.
"Oh God! No... no, no, no!" tumbled from Nino's lips. He sprang to his feet immediately and ran out of the café onto the street.
He had just watched the man whose life he had saved twice now be run over by a car. Because of him.
'That can't be... why didn't I dream...?' His mind was reeling. Nino could make neither heads nor tails of his thoughts; he was too shaken to make sense of the situation.
When he reached the man, a crowd had already formed around the scene of the accident. He squeezed through the onlookers, hearing sirens in the distance. But he couldn't concentrate on anything other than the man lying motionless on the street, surrounded by a growing pool of his own blood.
While he stood there in shock, watching the EMTs and doctors try to save the man's life, his mind stopped reeling. But the thought that crystallized frightened him even more.
'Did I fail?'
But there was something else there, too, something that felt like relief, even though he didn't want to admit it even to himself. If the man died - and looking at him now, Nino was almost sure he would - his self-imposed duty would be over. His task completed. Nino ignored the shock that went through his system at the thought.
Jun had sent him home right away. If there was one feeling that was very pronounced in Jun, it was pity. Nino was more than grateful for it, though. He was grateful also that Jun didn't ask questions, that he had already realized what had happened.
Nino flung himself onto his bed, it was almost like a déjà-vu, only under different circumstances. This time he wasn't the hero, but the jinx. This time he wasn't the savior, but the cause of the accident.
'If he hadn't seen me, he wouldn't have run onto the street without looking after all,' he accused himself, closing his eyes gloomily.
When he opened them again after a few minutes, he was sitting in the café again.
"What does the man of your dreams have to say about all this anyway?" Jun asked with amusement shining in his eyes.
'He doesn't know...,' Nino heard himself reply in his mind.
Then he finally understood.
Nino knew that he had to act immediately. When the pigeon crashed into the window, it would be too late. Quickly he sifted through the possibilities, his body tensing enough to make his breathing pick up. Skillfully ignoring Jun's questioning look.
'If I run across the street to him, I have to talk to him. I have to say something. If I don't do it, I need to disappear... then he can't be allowed to see me. But maybe he will still - No! I need to go to him.' With this thought he sprang to his feet and ran out of the café as fast as he could. But in his hurry he miscalculated the distance and ran straight onto the street. The last thing Nino saw were two bright headlights racing toward him. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the impact.
Just like in his dream he heard screeching tires, but this time they were much closer and much more real.
But nothing happened.
A horn sounding angrily, followed by the curses of an unknown man and Jun's yells, made him open his eyes again and lower his arms from in front of his face. It was only then that he noticed that he had even lifted them, most likely out of instinct.
A black car had come to a stop only a few centimeters in front of him. The driver was moving towards him, panting with rage.
"Are you insane? Running out on the street, I can't believe it!"
When Nino looked around, shocked to his bones, he couldn't see the man of his dreams anywhere. He turned around and around, straining to see a sign of him, a hint of where he might have been. But there was no one there.
He was unable to stop the question from rising within him, spinning in his mind, laughing and mocking him:
'Did you finally lose your mind?'
The door to Jun's café was shut for the rest of the night, sporting a sign that said Closed in big, red letters. Nino had curled up in one of the armchairs, his arms slung around his bended knees. For a long while he just stared at the steam rising from the cup Jun had set down on the table in front of him, watching the almost invisible steam curl upwards and disappear.
At some point Jun joined him.
"Maybe you should tell me exactly what happened to you just now," he said calmly. Nino could see the worry in the lines of his face, saw it in the way he knit his brows.
“I can't. I don't know," he answered curtly, meeting Jun's eyes for no more than a second.
"I only know...," he continued after a short pause, "... that I'm well on the way to losing my grip on reality, to being unable to distinguish what's real and what's a dream."
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