Retarded Ohmiya
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lady_gemma give me a prompt (probably before she was mean to me and I hated her) and she gave me Learning to Fly by Pink Floyd. I...am not sure how it turned into this. My special powers of being a total 'tard, I think.
Learning to Fly
"Oh-chan?" Nino twisted his wrist and sent his virtual bowling ball down the lane.
Eyes on the ball, Ohno just hummed under his breath until Nino was left with a set up for a spare if he could avoid the gutter. "Yeah?"
"D'you think we're a tragic romance?"
Ohno pointed his controller at Nino and mimed bowling at him. "We had a baby and ran off together in China. I think we're on our way back to Uzbekistan, so probably not."
"Not," Nino squinted at the television "not Yuuji and Taka. Us. You and me."
"We've got a romance?" Ohno asked.
Nino missed the pin by a mile. "What did you think it was?"
---
The first time (the one Nino counted as the first) had been accidental. Nino had woken up, warm and comfortable, and had opened his eyes to see Ohno's face approximately two inches away from his own. He'd moved without thinking, done it all without thinking. Ohno too, Nino thought, had been all unthinking, sleepy eyes and drowsy movements. The whole thing an event precipitated on instinct.
---
"Well," Ohno frowned at him and scratched his chin. "I don't know. Was I supposed to think about it?"
Nino passed a hand over his face. "We've been—" he gestured meaningfully "—for a year and you didn't think you were supposed to think about it?"
Ohno bowled a strike. "A whole year?"
"Since August," Nino confirmed. "So, like, a year and a quarter now."
"You've been keeping track?" Ohno asked with a little grin.
---
The second time hadn't been as accidental as the first but it hadn't been thought out, either. Nino had been high on the crazy mix of physical exhaustion, jet lag, and stage adrenaline and Ohno had been right there, sparking with the same wicked thrill of it all. Nino had thought about it but only in that 'right now' sort of way.
---
Nino narrowed his eyes. "No."
Ohno's grin widened. "Nino's been keeping track," he said, just a hint of smug and a little bit of sing-song in his voice.
"You haven't even thought of it at all," Nino countered. "I'm just some guy you sometimes—" He threw a wild gutterball and let out a breath with a hiss, glaring at the t.v. and Ohno in turn.
"You're not 'some guy' you're my friend," Ohno told him as Nino took aim at the pins again.
"Your friend that you sometimes—" Nino cut off in a growl as he managed to take down one pin. "And that's it?"
---
The third time, they'd been drunk; the kind of drunk that involved a lot of laughing and falling down. But it hadn't kept on like that. Things had had changed, had turned so gentle and so careful and so softly slow, everything like a sigh in the moonlit dark.
---
"You're…my best friend?" Ohno tried.
Nino huffed as Ohno took aim with his controller. "We're definitely a tragic romance," he decided. "I'm whatshisname pining after whatsherface. On the moors. From that one book. Sho probably knows it."
"Wuthering Heights," Ohno said as the pins fell, three in the corner still standing. "If we've got to be a romance, can't we just be regular? Like my mom and dad or Aiba's or something?"
"No," said Nino shortly. "We couldn't anyhow because we didn't meet like normal people."
Ohno took out the remaining pins. "How about an arranged thing, like some of those grandmas and grandpas we visited?"
"The only romances I've ever really worked with were forbidden or tragic, so it's one of those." Nino watched the Wii set up the pins for him. "And since we got away with kissing in front of a packed-out dome, it's probably tragic."
"But those didn't work," said Ohno as Nino bowled a very vicious strike.
---
The fourth time had come about during a Godzilla movie marathon. They'd been spilled warmly against each other on Nino's couch. They'd looked at each other, for long long moments just looked. And then they'd both closed their eyes and it became a case of 'doing' rather than 'letting'.
---
"That's why they were tragic," Nino said.
Ohno moved to take his shot and then stopped. "That really sucks. I don't want to be a tragic romance with you."
"Are you breaking up with me?" Nino asked. "And could you bowl the damn frame?"
Bowling without looking at the television, Ohno frowned. "Yeah. Let's break up."
"Fine," Nino said. "When this is over you have to trade me controls; you keep getting strikes even when you're not paying attention. It's unnatural."
"Okay. Are we back to being best friends who sometimes kiss? You know how to work that, right?"
Nino blamed his lousy aim on his first throw on the way Ohno had grabbed his belt loops and tugged him over. "I guess so," he said, trying to put his arms around Ohno's waist and bowl at the same time, picking up seven pins on the way.
"Good," Ohno declared. "I like being best friends who kiss."
"You know what I like?" asked Sho from his spot on the couch.
"Leader and Nino saving their disgusting conversations for times when we're not in the room?" Jun guessed from his magazine-piled place on the floor.
"I like it when they do it in front of us," said Aiba, coming out of his kitchen. "Nino's really cute when he's the girl."
---
One time (and Ohno never counted, not even the first time) they'd been curled up together in bed, freshly woken from napping, and Nino's face had been nearly unreadable beyond the darkness in his eyes. Each kiss had felt like a tiny question and Ohno hadn't known what to do, so he'd just kissed back hoping that was the answer. And it probably had been.
---
It still was.
ETA: Merlin is really gay at times. It's cheesy in a way that is a lot like my very most favorite sort of TV cheese, too. Orz
ETA2: Arashi is doing the theme song for Yatterman. It's called Believe. It sounds awesome. I want Yatterman in US theaters. With subtitles.
lady_gemma give me a prompt (probably before she was mean to me and I hated her) and she gave me Learning to Fly by Pink Floyd. I...am not sure how it turned into this. My special powers of being a total 'tard, I think.Learning to Fly
"Oh-chan?" Nino twisted his wrist and sent his virtual bowling ball down the lane.
Eyes on the ball, Ohno just hummed under his breath until Nino was left with a set up for a spare if he could avoid the gutter. "Yeah?"
"D'you think we're a tragic romance?"
Ohno pointed his controller at Nino and mimed bowling at him. "We had a baby and ran off together in China. I think we're on our way back to Uzbekistan, so probably not."
"Not," Nino squinted at the television "not Yuuji and Taka. Us. You and me."
"We've got a romance?" Ohno asked.
Nino missed the pin by a mile. "What did you think it was?"
---
The first time (the one Nino counted as the first) had been accidental. Nino had woken up, warm and comfortable, and had opened his eyes to see Ohno's face approximately two inches away from his own. He'd moved without thinking, done it all without thinking. Ohno too, Nino thought, had been all unthinking, sleepy eyes and drowsy movements. The whole thing an event precipitated on instinct.
---
"Well," Ohno frowned at him and scratched his chin. "I don't know. Was I supposed to think about it?"
Nino passed a hand over his face. "We've been—" he gestured meaningfully "—for a year and you didn't think you were supposed to think about it?"
Ohno bowled a strike. "A whole year?"
"Since August," Nino confirmed. "So, like, a year and a quarter now."
"You've been keeping track?" Ohno asked with a little grin.
---
The second time hadn't been as accidental as the first but it hadn't been thought out, either. Nino had been high on the crazy mix of physical exhaustion, jet lag, and stage adrenaline and Ohno had been right there, sparking with the same wicked thrill of it all. Nino had thought about it but only in that 'right now' sort of way.
---
Nino narrowed his eyes. "No."
Ohno's grin widened. "Nino's been keeping track," he said, just a hint of smug and a little bit of sing-song in his voice.
"You haven't even thought of it at all," Nino countered. "I'm just some guy you sometimes—" He threw a wild gutterball and let out a breath with a hiss, glaring at the t.v. and Ohno in turn.
"You're not 'some guy' you're my friend," Ohno told him as Nino took aim at the pins again.
"Your friend that you sometimes—" Nino cut off in a growl as he managed to take down one pin. "And that's it?"
---
The third time, they'd been drunk; the kind of drunk that involved a lot of laughing and falling down. But it hadn't kept on like that. Things had had changed, had turned so gentle and so careful and so softly slow, everything like a sigh in the moonlit dark.
---
"You're…my best friend?" Ohno tried.
Nino huffed as Ohno took aim with his controller. "We're definitely a tragic romance," he decided. "I'm whatshisname pining after whatsherface. On the moors. From that one book. Sho probably knows it."
"Wuthering Heights," Ohno said as the pins fell, three in the corner still standing. "If we've got to be a romance, can't we just be regular? Like my mom and dad or Aiba's or something?"
"No," said Nino shortly. "We couldn't anyhow because we didn't meet like normal people."
Ohno took out the remaining pins. "How about an arranged thing, like some of those grandmas and grandpas we visited?"
"The only romances I've ever really worked with were forbidden or tragic, so it's one of those." Nino watched the Wii set up the pins for him. "And since we got away with kissing in front of a packed-out dome, it's probably tragic."
"But those didn't work," said Ohno as Nino bowled a very vicious strike.
---
The fourth time had come about during a Godzilla movie marathon. They'd been spilled warmly against each other on Nino's couch. They'd looked at each other, for long long moments just looked. And then they'd both closed their eyes and it became a case of 'doing' rather than 'letting'.
---
"That's why they were tragic," Nino said.
Ohno moved to take his shot and then stopped. "That really sucks. I don't want to be a tragic romance with you."
"Are you breaking up with me?" Nino asked. "And could you bowl the damn frame?"
Bowling without looking at the television, Ohno frowned. "Yeah. Let's break up."
"Fine," Nino said. "When this is over you have to trade me controls; you keep getting strikes even when you're not paying attention. It's unnatural."
"Okay. Are we back to being best friends who sometimes kiss? You know how to work that, right?"
Nino blamed his lousy aim on his first throw on the way Ohno had grabbed his belt loops and tugged him over. "I guess so," he said, trying to put his arms around Ohno's waist and bowl at the same time, picking up seven pins on the way.
"Good," Ohno declared. "I like being best friends who kiss."
"You know what I like?" asked Sho from his spot on the couch.
"Leader and Nino saving their disgusting conversations for times when we're not in the room?" Jun guessed from his magazine-piled place on the floor.
"I like it when they do it in front of us," said Aiba, coming out of his kitchen. "Nino's really cute when he's the girl."
---
One time (and Ohno never counted, not even the first time) they'd been curled up together in bed, freshly woken from napping, and Nino's face had been nearly unreadable beyond the darkness in his eyes. Each kiss had felt like a tiny question and Ohno hadn't known what to do, so he'd just kissed back hoping that was the answer. And it probably had been.
---
It still was.
ETA: Merlin is really gay at times. It's cheesy in a way that is a lot like my very most favorite sort of TV cheese, too. Orz
ETA2: Arashi is doing the theme song for Yatterman. It's called Believe. It sounds awesome. I want Yatterman in US theaters. With subtitles.
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Date: 2009-01-20 06:58 am (UTC)The whole thing was so spot on Ohmiya, and then the end pulls at you in just the right way.
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