Second Attempt (十五)
Title: Love So Sweet
Pairing: Juntoshi Matsumoto Jun x Ohno Satoshi
Rating: PG 13 overall
Summary: Just how much could a dream change your life?
Second Attempt (十五)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ohno was daydreaming.
Last night had been fantastic. Obviously it showed on their faces the next day when the pair arrived for work, because Aiba whistled loudly, Sho turned bright red, and Nino groaned, smacking his face with an open hand.
The couple blushed, but was far too happy to let embarrassment stop them from treating, or torturing in Nino’s case, their friends to sappy one-liners, cuddling on the couch, or gazing into each other’s eyes. Nino had muttered under his breath the whole time, but he hadn’t told them to stop. That meant a lot to Satoshi.
At the moment, Leader was alone in Arashi’s break room. His group members were in separate meetings with their managers to review their upcoming projects for this month. Only Satoshi had time to himself because Otaki was still on vacation. His manager hadn’t expected him to come back to work until next week. The man had finally taken the time to arrange a long overdue family trip, so Ohno hadn’t had the heart to call him back early.
“Ohno-san?” an unknown gruff voice called from the door. Coming to his senses, Leader saw a young, well built teenager poking his head indifferently into the dressing room.
“Yeah?”
“The dance instructor said to come get you.” Letting out an annoyed sigh and pointing a finger over his shoulder, “He’s waiting in the practice hall.”
Eyebrows raised, both at the surprise meeting and the supposed Junior’s exasperated behavior. “Really? What for?”
“Something ‘bout your new dance.” Shoving his hands in his pockets, he shuffled off without waiting for Ohno.
Okay...
Ohno caught up easily and followed behind, mind focused on some new steps he hoped to try.
“We’re here,” his companion opened a door and lazily motioned for him to go first. The room was a well lit, standard practice dance room with mirrors on every side. But it was empty except for the two newest visitors.
“...Eh? Where’s -”
An explosion sounded behind him, making him jump forward and throw his arms up to protect himself against the unexpected blast. Eyes wide and severely shocked, Ohno spun around.
The teenager was holding a metal chair out at his side that seemed to have been used to smash the mirror to his left. His expression had shifted from indifference to extreme hatred.
“What-”
The chair was swinging again, this time to the right. Ohno only had a second to back away from the exploding glass, eyes shut tightly. Heart pounding, he felt several streaks of stinging pain shoot up his arms.
His attacker growled, “I hate men like you. Thinking your pretty face can get you anywhere in life.” His voice was dripping with malice, rising as he became more hysterical. He continued to advance with crunching footsteps. “But you’re the worst.” More glass came crashing down as another mirror was destroyed. The noise was extraordinary. “You get into a famous group, and you want to quit. Then you stick around to become the “Leader”, but you don’t do anything.”
Each of the teenager’s cutting remarks was punctuated by a swinging chair that shattered another mirror. With a racing heartbeat and panicked gasps, Ohno tried retreating to the center of the room, but his path was continually blocked by his attacker. “Yet you’re still praised for standing back under the stupid idea that you’re letting your group shine. All you’ve ever done is steal jobs from people who really deserved them.”
Ohno wanted to disagree, but every time he tried to open his mouth, the infuriated man swung the chair again. Leader knew he was being herded towards the mirrors, nevertheless there was nothing he could do except try to protect himself against the worst of the glass shards.
“Hell, you even stole the Matsumoto Jun’s heart. Now you’ve got twice the money.”
“Don’t you bring Jun into this!” Momentarily growing bold, he stepped towards the wild teenager to argue, but the boy was past listening, automatically raising his weapon high to attack. Ohno couldn’t dodge in time and cried out when the metal chair connected with his left arm, hard.
Clutching his arm to his chest and wincing, he recoiled only to find himself unable to step back as he’d been forced into a far corner of the practice room. Feeling blood trickling down the side of his face, he let out a shaky breath. He didn’t see a way out of this that ended well.
“Didn’t you realize that was me in Nagoya? I tried to kill you on those stairs, but I didn’t get a good enough grip on your leg. Then that damn technician came by,” the attacker snarled, raising his weapon high.
“You’re a piece of trash. The world would be better if you didn’t exist.”
Ohno ducked as the mirrors above his head were demolished, sending fragments raining down on him painfully. His ears were ringing from all the noise.
“Hey!”
Now I’m hearing things. If only that were really Jun...
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” That familiar pissed off voice almost made Ohno want to laugh.
Jun.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sight of his Satoshi huddled in a corner, bleeding arm over his head and breathing hard from panic, made Jun’s blood boil.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” he snarled out as stalked across the room, threatening snaps sounding from the broken glass beneath his boots.
The unknown teenager paled as he grew closer, deflating a bit under his fiery gaze. Not stopping for an explanation, he gripped a fistful of t-shirt, swiftly cocked back his arm, and delivered the first crushing punch. Another mirror was destroyed when the young man flew back with a violent crash. Advancing again, he was only thinking of hitting every inch he could reach.
“Jun! Wait!”
His boyfriend seemed to know he’d lost control and panicked at how far he knew the furious man might go. Jun didn’t notice Ohno move into action, pushing out of the corner and reaching with his uninjured arm to grab Matsumoto. He wasn’t easily stopped, so Ohno had to throw his whole weight into wrapping tightly around the arm he was pummeling the other man unconscious with.
“Stop, Jun! He’s out!”
Jun let out a frustrated yell, but didn’t pull away from the shorter man’s restraint. Although he was lost in a sea of anger, Satoshi’s firm hold on his arm allowed him to gradually calm down. The pair stood still among the broken glass, panting heavily, until a crunching sound behind them made Ohno jump and look over his shoulder.
Their fellow band mates and managers had followed the crashing noises echoing down the hall, just as he had, to the practice room. Shocked, they all surveyed the damage with wide eyes. Nearly every mirror had been shattered to pieces. Matsumoto was still glaring down at the teen when he felt the grip on his arm slacken as Ohno began to sway. Whipping his head around, he barely caught the injured man as he collapsed to the glass covered floor.
“Satoshi!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jun was waiting.
The steady beep of a heart rate monitor echoed in the plain hospital room. He’d flat out refused to leave Satoshi’s side since that afternoon. It’s not that he didn’t trust hospitals, but he was certain he’d watch over his boyfriend more attentively than any doctor would. Though there was nothing for him to do but watch the other man sleep peacefully, he was just thankful Leader wasn’t in serious condition.
A few hours ago, when night had first crept up on Matsumoto and company, the head nurse had insisted that “everyone must leave since visiting hours were most definitely over.” Simply raising an eyebrow, Jun challenged them to try and make him go. Word had already gotten around the hospital staff that he was the man who’d sent Ohno’s attacker to a different hospital, so there’d been no argument.
Aiba and Nino had thrown a fit, but were dragged out by Sho after they’d gotten a promise from Matsumoto to call if their friend’s condition changed. Afterwards, Jun had realized that he wasn’t sure if anyone had really explained the incident to Satoshi’s parents. He'd been told by the hospital staff that Ohno's mother and father had been on vacation in Osaka and probably couldn't get back tonight.
Calling Mr. and Mrs. Ohno from a hospital pay phone, he’d told them everything he knew about the attack and assured them Satoshi was stable. He was honored when they had said they would entrust their son to him for that night and come back on the first train tomorrow morning. Ohno, the object of everyone’s worry, hadn’t woken up yet, only whimpering in his sleep occasionally.
His boyfriend was covered with many cuts, most of them superficial but others deeper, and wearing a splint on his left arm. Doctor Himuro had told them a few scars would remain, but could be made inconspicuous with surgery or a bit of makeup. As for the blow to Satoshi’s arm, it had left a simple, closed fracture, but not a full break. The doctor insisted this was better since the arm would heal faster and more cleanly.
Taking a bandaged hand in his, Matsumoto patted it softly, hoping the gesture was at least a little soothing for his boyfriend. Absentmindedly staring at the heart monitor’s jumping pattern, he jumped himself when the hand squeezed back.
“Satoshi?” He stood up, smiling when he saw Ohno sleepily open his eyes. The spark of joy was fleeting because then the injured man tensed up, groaning in pain. Matsumoto immediately summoned a nurse with a call button lying on the bed and waited anxiously for someone to arrive.
After the nurse had run through the door and quickly checked Ohno’s vitals, she declared the patient was just in need of a higher dosage of pain killers. As expected, she efficiently administered the medicine and then warned an impatient Jun that it would need time to take effect. He thanked her sincerely before she left to return to her station.
He turned away from the door, wishing he could do more to help. Murmuring comforting words, he picked up a towel sitting on a nearby table and began to pat away the sweat on Ohno’s forehead. While Jun waited, Satoshi’s eyes cleared as he became more alert and started taking notice of his own injuries, coughing lightly. Ohno croaked, “Back in the hospital, huh?”
Matsujun let out a little snort, bending down to give a peck on Ohno’s lips. “What am I gonna do with you? You better not make this a habit.”
“Sorry,” Ohno whispered in a tired voice. “Thanks for saving me... Without you, I’d probably be dead.”
He shuddered, echoes of a certain tragic dream still painful, then scowled. “Don’t say things like that.”
Satoshi hummed softly, meeting his eyes. “So who was he?”
Jun’s expression darkened. “The police reported that he was a ‘troubled teen who couldn’t express his depression to anyone’, so he ended up targeting you.” He scoffed, “I think it’s bullshit. No one sneaks around masquerading as a Junior for two weeks to follow you all the way to Nagoya and then again to a busy Tokyo studio.” He clenched a fist on the bed rail until it turned white, while his right hand held Satoshi’s hand a little tighter that it should have.
“He said...” Ohno faltered, lost in a memory of a shattered room, “He said...a lot of things but...he said the world would be better... if I didn’t exist.” Jun shook his head, but his boyfriend continued, “I don’t know what I did to make him hate me that much. I-”
Shaking his head again, he kissed Satoshi to make him be quiet. “You didn’t do anything. It’s not your fault, only his.” Jun lightly kissed him again, cupping his cheek. “No world would be better without you in it.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Note:
Whew, another close call for Ohno. >.<
I’ve been reading a lot of fanfics recently. (So long as Ohno is in it, I’ll give anything a try.) There are a select few that are just mind-blowingly awesome. It makes me want to write more. So a warm “thank you” goes out to all the tireless writers out there.
And of course, "Thank You" to all the people reading this story! Hmm... I think I got into an "Aiba" mindset recently, cuz I'm feeling rather grateful today. ^.^
Mail (十六)
Pairing: Juntoshi Matsumoto Jun x Ohno Satoshi
Rating: PG 13 overall
Summary: Just how much could a dream change your life?
Second Attempt (十五)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ohno was daydreaming.
Last night had been fantastic. Obviously it showed on their faces the next day when the pair arrived for work, because Aiba whistled loudly, Sho turned bright red, and Nino groaned, smacking his face with an open hand.
The couple blushed, but was far too happy to let embarrassment stop them from treating, or torturing in Nino’s case, their friends to sappy one-liners, cuddling on the couch, or gazing into each other’s eyes. Nino had muttered under his breath the whole time, but he hadn’t told them to stop. That meant a lot to Satoshi.
At the moment, Leader was alone in Arashi’s break room. His group members were in separate meetings with their managers to review their upcoming projects for this month. Only Satoshi had time to himself because Otaki was still on vacation. His manager hadn’t expected him to come back to work until next week. The man had finally taken the time to arrange a long overdue family trip, so Ohno hadn’t had the heart to call him back early.
“Ohno-san?” an unknown gruff voice called from the door. Coming to his senses, Leader saw a young, well built teenager poking his head indifferently into the dressing room.
“Yeah?”
“The dance instructor said to come get you.” Letting out an annoyed sigh and pointing a finger over his shoulder, “He’s waiting in the practice hall.”
Eyebrows raised, both at the surprise meeting and the supposed Junior’s exasperated behavior. “Really? What for?”
“Something ‘bout your new dance.” Shoving his hands in his pockets, he shuffled off without waiting for Ohno.
Okay...
Ohno caught up easily and followed behind, mind focused on some new steps he hoped to try.
“We’re here,” his companion opened a door and lazily motioned for him to go first. The room was a well lit, standard practice dance room with mirrors on every side. But it was empty except for the two newest visitors.
“...Eh? Where’s -”
An explosion sounded behind him, making him jump forward and throw his arms up to protect himself against the unexpected blast. Eyes wide and severely shocked, Ohno spun around.
The teenager was holding a metal chair out at his side that seemed to have been used to smash the mirror to his left. His expression had shifted from indifference to extreme hatred.
“What-”
The chair was swinging again, this time to the right. Ohno only had a second to back away from the exploding glass, eyes shut tightly. Heart pounding, he felt several streaks of stinging pain shoot up his arms.
His attacker growled, “I hate men like you. Thinking your pretty face can get you anywhere in life.” His voice was dripping with malice, rising as he became more hysterical. He continued to advance with crunching footsteps. “But you’re the worst.” More glass came crashing down as another mirror was destroyed. The noise was extraordinary. “You get into a famous group, and you want to quit. Then you stick around to become the “Leader”, but you don’t do anything.”
Each of the teenager’s cutting remarks was punctuated by a swinging chair that shattered another mirror. With a racing heartbeat and panicked gasps, Ohno tried retreating to the center of the room, but his path was continually blocked by his attacker. “Yet you’re still praised for standing back under the stupid idea that you’re letting your group shine. All you’ve ever done is steal jobs from people who really deserved them.”
Ohno wanted to disagree, but every time he tried to open his mouth, the infuriated man swung the chair again. Leader knew he was being herded towards the mirrors, nevertheless there was nothing he could do except try to protect himself against the worst of the glass shards.
“Hell, you even stole the Matsumoto Jun’s heart. Now you’ve got twice the money.”
“Don’t you bring Jun into this!” Momentarily growing bold, he stepped towards the wild teenager to argue, but the boy was past listening, automatically raising his weapon high to attack. Ohno couldn’t dodge in time and cried out when the metal chair connected with his left arm, hard.
Clutching his arm to his chest and wincing, he recoiled only to find himself unable to step back as he’d been forced into a far corner of the practice room. Feeling blood trickling down the side of his face, he let out a shaky breath. He didn’t see a way out of this that ended well.
“Didn’t you realize that was me in Nagoya? I tried to kill you on those stairs, but I didn’t get a good enough grip on your leg. Then that damn technician came by,” the attacker snarled, raising his weapon high.
“You’re a piece of trash. The world would be better if you didn’t exist.”
Ohno ducked as the mirrors above his head were demolished, sending fragments raining down on him painfully. His ears were ringing from all the noise.
“Hey!”
Now I’m hearing things. If only that were really Jun...
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” That familiar pissed off voice almost made Ohno want to laugh.
Jun.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sight of his Satoshi huddled in a corner, bleeding arm over his head and breathing hard from panic, made Jun’s blood boil.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” he snarled out as stalked across the room, threatening snaps sounding from the broken glass beneath his boots.
The unknown teenager paled as he grew closer, deflating a bit under his fiery gaze. Not stopping for an explanation, he gripped a fistful of t-shirt, swiftly cocked back his arm, and delivered the first crushing punch. Another mirror was destroyed when the young man flew back with a violent crash. Advancing again, he was only thinking of hitting every inch he could reach.
“Jun! Wait!”
His boyfriend seemed to know he’d lost control and panicked at how far he knew the furious man might go. Jun didn’t notice Ohno move into action, pushing out of the corner and reaching with his uninjured arm to grab Matsumoto. He wasn’t easily stopped, so Ohno had to throw his whole weight into wrapping tightly around the arm he was pummeling the other man unconscious with.
“Stop, Jun! He’s out!”
Jun let out a frustrated yell, but didn’t pull away from the shorter man’s restraint. Although he was lost in a sea of anger, Satoshi’s firm hold on his arm allowed him to gradually calm down. The pair stood still among the broken glass, panting heavily, until a crunching sound behind them made Ohno jump and look over his shoulder.
Their fellow band mates and managers had followed the crashing noises echoing down the hall, just as he had, to the practice room. Shocked, they all surveyed the damage with wide eyes. Nearly every mirror had been shattered to pieces. Matsumoto was still glaring down at the teen when he felt the grip on his arm slacken as Ohno began to sway. Whipping his head around, he barely caught the injured man as he collapsed to the glass covered floor.
“Satoshi!”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jun was waiting.
The steady beep of a heart rate monitor echoed in the plain hospital room. He’d flat out refused to leave Satoshi’s side since that afternoon. It’s not that he didn’t trust hospitals, but he was certain he’d watch over his boyfriend more attentively than any doctor would. Though there was nothing for him to do but watch the other man sleep peacefully, he was just thankful Leader wasn’t in serious condition.
A few hours ago, when night had first crept up on Matsumoto and company, the head nurse had insisted that “everyone must leave since visiting hours were most definitely over.” Simply raising an eyebrow, Jun challenged them to try and make him go. Word had already gotten around the hospital staff that he was the man who’d sent Ohno’s attacker to a different hospital, so there’d been no argument.
Aiba and Nino had thrown a fit, but were dragged out by Sho after they’d gotten a promise from Matsumoto to call if their friend’s condition changed. Afterwards, Jun had realized that he wasn’t sure if anyone had really explained the incident to Satoshi’s parents. He'd been told by the hospital staff that Ohno's mother and father had been on vacation in Osaka and probably couldn't get back tonight.
Calling Mr. and Mrs. Ohno from a hospital pay phone, he’d told them everything he knew about the attack and assured them Satoshi was stable. He was honored when they had said they would entrust their son to him for that night and come back on the first train tomorrow morning. Ohno, the object of everyone’s worry, hadn’t woken up yet, only whimpering in his sleep occasionally.
His boyfriend was covered with many cuts, most of them superficial but others deeper, and wearing a splint on his left arm. Doctor Himuro had told them a few scars would remain, but could be made inconspicuous with surgery or a bit of makeup. As for the blow to Satoshi’s arm, it had left a simple, closed fracture, but not a full break. The doctor insisted this was better since the arm would heal faster and more cleanly.
Taking a bandaged hand in his, Matsumoto patted it softly, hoping the gesture was at least a little soothing for his boyfriend. Absentmindedly staring at the heart monitor’s jumping pattern, he jumped himself when the hand squeezed back.
“Satoshi?” He stood up, smiling when he saw Ohno sleepily open his eyes. The spark of joy was fleeting because then the injured man tensed up, groaning in pain. Matsumoto immediately summoned a nurse with a call button lying on the bed and waited anxiously for someone to arrive.
After the nurse had run through the door and quickly checked Ohno’s vitals, she declared the patient was just in need of a higher dosage of pain killers. As expected, she efficiently administered the medicine and then warned an impatient Jun that it would need time to take effect. He thanked her sincerely before she left to return to her station.
He turned away from the door, wishing he could do more to help. Murmuring comforting words, he picked up a towel sitting on a nearby table and began to pat away the sweat on Ohno’s forehead. While Jun waited, Satoshi’s eyes cleared as he became more alert and started taking notice of his own injuries, coughing lightly. Ohno croaked, “Back in the hospital, huh?”
Matsujun let out a little snort, bending down to give a peck on Ohno’s lips. “What am I gonna do with you? You better not make this a habit.”
“Sorry,” Ohno whispered in a tired voice. “Thanks for saving me... Without you, I’d probably be dead.”
He shuddered, echoes of a certain tragic dream still painful, then scowled. “Don’t say things like that.”
Satoshi hummed softly, meeting his eyes. “So who was he?”
Jun’s expression darkened. “The police reported that he was a ‘troubled teen who couldn’t express his depression to anyone’, so he ended up targeting you.” He scoffed, “I think it’s bullshit. No one sneaks around masquerading as a Junior for two weeks to follow you all the way to Nagoya and then again to a busy Tokyo studio.” He clenched a fist on the bed rail until it turned white, while his right hand held Satoshi’s hand a little tighter that it should have.
“He said...” Ohno faltered, lost in a memory of a shattered room, “He said...a lot of things but...he said the world would be better... if I didn’t exist.” Jun shook his head, but his boyfriend continued, “I don’t know what I did to make him hate me that much. I-”
Shaking his head again, he kissed Satoshi to make him be quiet. “You didn’t do anything. It’s not your fault, only his.” Jun lightly kissed him again, cupping his cheek. “No world would be better without you in it.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Author's Note:
Whew, another close call for Ohno. >.<
I’ve been reading a lot of fanfics recently. (So long as Ohno is in it, I’ll give anything a try.) There are a select few that are just mind-blowingly awesome. It makes me want to write more. So a warm “thank you” goes out to all the tireless writers out there.
And of course, "Thank You" to all the people reading this story! Hmm... I think I got into an "Aiba" mindset recently, cuz I'm feeling rather grateful today. ^.^
Mail (十六)