Chapter 2 :D
Title: My Best Friend's Wedding
Chapter: 2
Pairings: Ohmiya, OhnoxOC (other pairings to come)
Rating: PG
Summary: Nino loves Ohno, Nino is also Ohno's best friend. So when Ohno wants to marry his long time girlfriend what does Nino do?
Warnings: Failed Humour, Generic Story, General Sucky Writing.
Notes: Nino's POV. Dedicated tojamasunda because she's a sweetheart and gives me good info :D
I spent the night over at Satoshi’s. In the middle of breakfast, I finally realized by some unspoken mutual decision everyone had decided that I was living at Ohno’s house.
No one told me. I sort of just felt like that was what was it with Ohno’s mom making plans with me to go shopping.
“For what?”
“Groceries, of course! We’ll make all of Satoshi’s favourite foods today!”
I nodded dumbly, quite happily accepting the change of roles from promiscuous best friend to ideal housewife.
Housewife fits just fine. I work from home anyway and being Ohno’s housewife is what I was born to be as I browsed the aisles picking out the ingredients to making Ohno’s favourite foods.
As Ohno Mama shifted to the greens Mina stayed by my side cradling her youngest son in her arms as I picked out the best looking salmon for Ohno.
“So it finally happened, huh?”
I almost dropped the salmon I was investigating. I forgot Mina knew. We never talked about it after that one time so I forgot she knew. While still in high school I had started developing these feelings for Ohno. Obviously, no one just accepts you’re in love with a person of the same sex so I had convinced myself that it wasn’t Ohno but his sister I was actually in love with.
They were similar, it was possible.
She was older by five years but as I said I have impossibly irresistible pheromones and there was a fling, sort of. Before it could intensify thougj I found myself confessing my love for Ohno to her while bawling my eyes out.
Not one of my best days.
She smiled at me, “It’s good.” I couldn’t tell if she was talking about Satoshi and I or the salmon. Just in case I put the salmon into my trolley.
I spent the day cooking at Ohno’s and luckily Ohno came home early that day to catch me right in the act. A look of confusion crossed his face as he grabbed me and pulled me out of the kitchen.
Ohno pulled me to the bathroom and pushed me up against the wall.
My heart...it stopped working then.
But instead of soft lips I felt an icy glare.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing?”
“Cooking.”
“With my mother? It’s like you want to get married to me or something!”
Took you long enough to realize it.
“Well your mother insisted! How can I say no?”
“Like this,” Satoshi brought his face close to mine, “NO!”
No kiss.
Damn.
“Listen, I know the plan didn’t work out as well as I’d have hoped.” He continued.
The plan went perfectly, baka!
“I didn’t consider the fact that my parents would accept homosexuality if it was you!”
He seemed so very disappointed, it tore at my heart. What was I getting so excited and giddy for? That his parents accepted me? What good was it if the person I loved didn’t accept me? Satoshi’s closeness now was burning my skin and making me feel dirty, the same closeness that just a second ago I was enjoying, cherishing, yearning.
“Let’s go out today. I’ll call Amy. Don’t worry we’ll think of something!”
That’s what I’m worried about idiot, “Yeah Satoshi! We’ll think of something, there’s nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah when she’s with me I can think more clearly. Yeah, I just need to see her! Yosh!”
Satoshi’s grip slackened and he opened the door to his sister and her stinking son.
Satoshi’s face lighted up in alarm, “How long have you been here?”
Mina seemed to brighten and clicked her tongue reproachfully, “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Toto-chan! Not here! Later! Later! Shoutaro needs a nappy change!” She wiggled Shoutaro and his stink fume emitting diaper clad tushy in Satoshi’s face. Satoshi ducked and quickly ran out of the bathroom.
Before I could follow, “Ninomiya-kun. Don’t do anything you would regret.”
She heard
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“Alright Kazu, Amy and I talked it over.”
Talked it over? When were you two talking? Your lips were glued together practically this whole-lol-lol-lol time. Hole. Lole. **giggle**
Oh damn I tend to agree to everything Satoshi says whenever I’m drunk.
Satoshi....mmmmmmm.
I wish we could just go to the dance floor and grind with you amidst all those gyrating bodies; the heat, the closeness, the brush of your warm breath against my ear.
Or we could stay like this, pressed up against each other, you whispering...no...actually your shouting...you shouting in my ear and me holding you close. Maybe I could just slide my arms around your waist and bury my face into your neck and breathe in deeply and you’d giggle and I’ll kiss your happy smile.
Before I could get hard though, Satoshi shook me violently.
“What?”
“Listen. Amy will be your friend. If she’s mine they’ll get suspicious and she’ll come over often. You only have to behave like a jerk or at least lesser than Amy. We just need to show them Amy is better as a life partner. You could even flirt with Amy and she’ll politely push you off or something.”
“Yeah. Kazunari-kun, it’ll be very simple.”
I giggled again.
Amy speaks Japanese like I speak English. It’s highly amusing and barely understandable.
I wonder if she calls Satoshi ‘Say-Tow-Shee’ in bed too. **giggle**
Little did she know that it was my GIGGLE OF DEATH.
You’re my target now Amy Wingamajib or whatever your name is, I’ll make your life so very miserable you’ll want death and I’ll give it to you slowly painfully, and you’ll shed bl-
I only received a more violent shaking from Satoshi. That’s right Satoshi, hold me tighter.
But the clouds from my mind seemed to be clearing and I found a glaring fault with their well thought out plan, “Won’t it be suspicious if I suddenly turn into a jerk though?” Oh God, I need more alcohol. Why did I point this out? Do I want this plan to fail or not?
I realized as I watched Satoshi grab Amy’s arm worriedly and drop his head onto her shoulder that I really wanted this plan to succeed. I just...I just want to see Satoshi happy.
“I just have to be a bad lover right? I think as a lover I can be bad without turning into a jerk or un-Ninomiya-ish. I mean I AM the biggest playboy around.” And there I go coming up with a solution.
Satoshi’s smile was worth it though.
Anything was worth that smile.
If only Satoshi you understood that I bed-hopped cause my heart is with you.
But you didn’t.
As I was just fooling myself into thinking that the worst was over.
“Oi, where are you going?”
“I think I’ll spend the night at Amy’s” Ohno threw a sappy smile at his lover who threw a sappy smile back.
C’mon Ninomiya steel yourself. Satoshi will definitely get tired of being called “Say- Tow-Sheee” sooner or later. Sooner or later. Or Amy’ll be dead by later.
Despite the rising anger, when I saw Satoshi grip her hand and lead her out the club I felt kind of pathetic. Why was I so intent on this?
I’m sure if I just went to Satoshi’s parents and vouched for Amy they’d see reason sooner or later. If Amy’d just gone to Satoshi’s home and fell at their feet and asked for a chance, then she probably would have gotten it.
Drunk Satoshi+Drunk Amy+Drunk Nino= Extremely sucky and vague plan.
But even worse was the uncertainty and my want for it to fail or succeed. It was horrible this waiting and hoping. I don’t want this any longer. On one hand I’d be free of yearning for Satoshi once and for all but on the other am I really ready to be free?
I’ve been trapped for so long, I think I forgot how to fly. Was I ready to lose Satoshi forever?
I gulped glass after glass down and there was a very attractive man swaying seductively on the dance floor. Clunking the last glass on the table loudly I went over to him, put my hands on his waist and pulled him close. His arms wrapped around my neck and we danced the way I’d wanted to dance with Satoshi a while back.
He had a nice scent, taller, his chest was comfortable and I instinctively put my forehead on it. He tilted my chin up towards his face and I caught a flashing glimpse of a mole on his lips before they met mine.
I couldn’t believe it.
The first guy I kissed wasn’t Satoshi.
The first guy I kissed was....I FUCKING DON’T EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!!
A/N: This has taken a completely different direction than I had wanted it to. Pray that I can solve this myself.
Chapter: 2
Pairings: Ohmiya, OhnoxOC (other pairings to come)
Rating: PG
Summary: Nino loves Ohno, Nino is also Ohno's best friend. So when Ohno wants to marry his long time girlfriend what does Nino do?
Warnings: Failed Humour, Generic Story, General Sucky Writing.
Notes: Nino's POV. Dedicated tojamasunda because she's a sweetheart and gives me good info :D
I spent the night over at Satoshi’s. In the middle of breakfast, I finally realized by some unspoken mutual decision everyone had decided that I was living at Ohno’s house.
No one told me. I sort of just felt like that was what was it with Ohno’s mom making plans with me to go shopping.
“For what?”
“Groceries, of course! We’ll make all of Satoshi’s favourite foods today!”
I nodded dumbly, quite happily accepting the change of roles from promiscuous best friend to ideal housewife.
Housewife fits just fine. I work from home anyway and being Ohno’s housewife is what I was born to be as I browsed the aisles picking out the ingredients to making Ohno’s favourite foods.
As Ohno Mama shifted to the greens Mina stayed by my side cradling her youngest son in her arms as I picked out the best looking salmon for Ohno.
“So it finally happened, huh?”
I almost dropped the salmon I was investigating. I forgot Mina knew. We never talked about it after that one time so I forgot she knew. While still in high school I had started developing these feelings for Ohno. Obviously, no one just accepts you’re in love with a person of the same sex so I had convinced myself that it wasn’t Ohno but his sister I was actually in love with.
They were similar, it was possible.
She was older by five years but as I said I have impossibly irresistible pheromones and there was a fling, sort of. Before it could intensify thougj I found myself confessing my love for Ohno to her while bawling my eyes out.
Not one of my best days.
She smiled at me, “It’s good.” I couldn’t tell if she was talking about Satoshi and I or the salmon. Just in case I put the salmon into my trolley.
I spent the day cooking at Ohno’s and luckily Ohno came home early that day to catch me right in the act. A look of confusion crossed his face as he grabbed me and pulled me out of the kitchen.
Ohno pulled me to the bathroom and pushed me up against the wall.
My heart...it stopped working then.
But instead of soft lips I felt an icy glare.
“Dude, what the hell are you doing?”
“Cooking.”
“With my mother? It’s like you want to get married to me or something!”
Took you long enough to realize it.
“Well your mother insisted! How can I say no?”
“Like this,” Satoshi brought his face close to mine, “NO!”
No kiss.
Damn.
“Listen, I know the plan didn’t work out as well as I’d have hoped.” He continued.
The plan went perfectly, baka!
“I didn’t consider the fact that my parents would accept homosexuality if it was you!”
He seemed so very disappointed, it tore at my heart. What was I getting so excited and giddy for? That his parents accepted me? What good was it if the person I loved didn’t accept me? Satoshi’s closeness now was burning my skin and making me feel dirty, the same closeness that just a second ago I was enjoying, cherishing, yearning.
“Let’s go out today. I’ll call Amy. Don’t worry we’ll think of something!”
That’s what I’m worried about idiot, “Yeah Satoshi! We’ll think of something, there’s nothing to worry about.”
“Yeah when she’s with me I can think more clearly. Yeah, I just need to see her! Yosh!”
Satoshi’s grip slackened and he opened the door to his sister and her stinking son.
Satoshi’s face lighted up in alarm, “How long have you been here?”
Mina seemed to brighten and clicked her tongue reproachfully, “Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Toto-chan! Not here! Later! Later! Shoutaro needs a nappy change!” She wiggled Shoutaro and his stink fume emitting diaper clad tushy in Satoshi’s face. Satoshi ducked and quickly ran out of the bathroom.
Before I could follow, “Ninomiya-kun. Don’t do anything you would regret.”
She heard
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“Alright Kazu, Amy and I talked it over.”
Talked it over? When were you two talking? Your lips were glued together practically this whole-lol-lol-lol time. Hole. Lole. **giggle**
Oh damn I tend to agree to everything Satoshi says whenever I’m drunk.
Satoshi....mmmmmmm.
I wish we could just go to the dance floor and grind with you amidst all those gyrating bodies; the heat, the closeness, the brush of your warm breath against my ear.
Or we could stay like this, pressed up against each other, you whispering...no...actually your shouting...you shouting in my ear and me holding you close. Maybe I could just slide my arms around your waist and bury my face into your neck and breathe in deeply and you’d giggle and I’ll kiss your happy smile.
Before I could get hard though, Satoshi shook me violently.
“What?”
“Listen. Amy will be your friend. If she’s mine they’ll get suspicious and she’ll come over often. You only have to behave like a jerk or at least lesser than Amy. We just need to show them Amy is better as a life partner. You could even flirt with Amy and she’ll politely push you off or something.”
“Yeah. Kazunari-kun, it’ll be very simple.”
I giggled again.
Amy speaks Japanese like I speak English. It’s highly amusing and barely understandable.
I wonder if she calls Satoshi ‘Say-Tow-Shee’ in bed too. **giggle**
Little did she know that it was my GIGGLE OF DEATH.
You’re my target now Amy Wingamajib or whatever your name is, I’ll make your life so very miserable you’ll want death and I’ll give it to you slowly painfully, and you’ll shed bl-
I only received a more violent shaking from Satoshi. That’s right Satoshi, hold me tighter.
But the clouds from my mind seemed to be clearing and I found a glaring fault with their well thought out plan, “Won’t it be suspicious if I suddenly turn into a jerk though?” Oh God, I need more alcohol. Why did I point this out? Do I want this plan to fail or not?
I realized as I watched Satoshi grab Amy’s arm worriedly and drop his head onto her shoulder that I really wanted this plan to succeed. I just...I just want to see Satoshi happy.
“I just have to be a bad lover right? I think as a lover I can be bad without turning into a jerk or un-Ninomiya-ish. I mean I AM the biggest playboy around.” And there I go coming up with a solution.
Satoshi’s smile was worth it though.
Anything was worth that smile.
If only Satoshi you understood that I bed-hopped cause my heart is with you.
But you didn’t.
As I was just fooling myself into thinking that the worst was over.
“Oi, where are you going?”
“I think I’ll spend the night at Amy’s” Ohno threw a sappy smile at his lover who threw a sappy smile back.
C’mon Ninomiya steel yourself. Satoshi will definitely get tired of being called “Say- Tow-Sheee” sooner or later. Sooner or later. Or Amy’ll be dead by later.
Despite the rising anger, when I saw Satoshi grip her hand and lead her out the club I felt kind of pathetic. Why was I so intent on this?
I’m sure if I just went to Satoshi’s parents and vouched for Amy they’d see reason sooner or later. If Amy’d just gone to Satoshi’s home and fell at their feet and asked for a chance, then she probably would have gotten it.
Drunk Satoshi+Drunk Amy+Drunk Nino= Extremely sucky and vague plan.
But even worse was the uncertainty and my want for it to fail or succeed. It was horrible this waiting and hoping. I don’t want this any longer. On one hand I’d be free of yearning for Satoshi once and for all but on the other am I really ready to be free?
I’ve been trapped for so long, I think I forgot how to fly. Was I ready to lose Satoshi forever?
I gulped glass after glass down and there was a very attractive man swaying seductively on the dance floor. Clunking the last glass on the table loudly I went over to him, put my hands on his waist and pulled him close. His arms wrapped around my neck and we danced the way I’d wanted to dance with Satoshi a while back.
He had a nice scent, taller, his chest was comfortable and I instinctively put my forehead on it. He tilted my chin up towards his face and I caught a flashing glimpse of a mole on his lips before they met mine.
I couldn’t believe it.
The first guy I kissed wasn’t Satoshi.
The first guy I kissed was....I FUCKING DON’T EVEN KNOW HIS NAME!!
A/N: This has taken a completely different direction than I had wanted it to. Pray that I can solve this myself.