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ciirceeYay, deadfic! Today I am irritated so I am kicking this thing off my computer. I was going to write a whole, long fic where Ohno moved except...well, that's been done and been done brilliantly. It doesn't actually have the Ohmiya in it at all, either! orz Fic hurts me in my thinking place.
When Ohno turns twenty-nine, he moves to Niijima; it's a slender stretch of island not too far away from Tokyo. It's got a tiny airport and great surfing and glass-blowing artists everywhere. It's also got good fishing and day trips to Miyakejima, a volcanic little island further north that has even better fishing.
Arashi worries about him.
"It's not that I don't think he can take care of himself," Sho says, buckling himself into the teeny plane that will take them to the island. "I mean, he's home all the time for work and visiting his mom and it's really not that I think he can't take care of himself…"
"I don't think he can take care of himself," says Jun frankly.
Aiba looks over from where he's waving out the window at the staff on the runway. He smiles, ever the optimist. "He's probably all right. Maybe just a little bit homesick for Tokyo. And us."
"Chahan is the only thing he knows how to make," says Sho.
"Which is more than you know how to make," Jun mutters.
"And I still live with my mother!" Sho points out in a shrill, yet reasonable, tone.
Aiba waves at the staff one more time as the plane begins to roll. "I wonder if he's lonely."
Ohno is not waiting for them at the miniscule airport when they touch down. There's a little old lady who recognizes them as 'those sweet boys in dear Ohno-chan's pictures' and she kindly offers them a ride to Ohno's house.
It's a bumpy ride in the back of her husband's pick-up truck but it's very worth it when they hop out at Ohno's place and Ohno meets them holding a fishing pole, a tackle box, and string of fish.
"You totally forgot, didn't you?" Jun asks in fond exasperation.
Ohno looks surprised and delighted to see them. "Manager usually calls when I have some where to be. It's Tuesday already, huh?"
Sho folds Ohno into a brief hug. "Your manager quit again," he says. "Your new one starts on Monday."
Aiba pokes interestedly at the fish. "Mercury levels," he says. He means to go on but both Jun and Sho go pale and look at Ohno like he's sickening for something. They both start asking him about his diet and well being. Aiba tosses his arm around Ohno's shoulders and turns them away from the other two. "Mercury levels," he starts again, letting Ohno lead him into the tiny house on the shore.
Ohno likes to be alone; they all know this and have known it for years. They appreciate the way he plays with them even when it's clear he'd rather be doing something else. But here, on his island, it seems to them that Ohno talks more than usual, sticks closer than he normally would. Ohno assures Sho, when he asks, that he's fine. He also reassures Jun when Sho sends Jun to talk to him about it.
Mostly they spend their 'weekend' with Ohno on the beach playing two-a-side volleyball (which brings back memories) and cooking in sand pits and surfing and having bonfires.
They also do a lot of fishing.
"But really," Ohno tells them all, "really the best fishing is off a boat."
Eventually they give in to his beseeching, hopeful face. It was only a matter of time, anyway.
From where they are on Ohno's catamaran they can't see any land at all. Just an endless expanse of blue in every direction—up, down, all around blue. Ohno looks simultaneously thrilled and at peace.
It is peaceful. Their life as idol stars is tense and hectic and noisy. Out here there is only the sound of their voices, the snap of the sails and the waves against the boat, punctuated randomly with the soft, singing zip of their fishing lines through the air.
Occasionally Jun hooks Aiba and sometimes Aiba hooks him back, but for the most part it's a quiet day of talking and fishing and it's a good way to end their stay.
Sho says as much once the shore is in sight, all of them reeling in their lines. "This is a good memory to take back with us. Or for Satoshi to keep here," he teases.
Ohno's eyes don't leave the ocean but something in them flickers. It looks a little bit like loneliness.
"Leader?" Aiba asks.
"Ah! I've got a bite!"
The moment is forgotten in the excitement of a catch.
The 'catch' is no longer than Ohno's index finger. It's bright yellow and has blushing cheeks. "Cute!" Ohno says, working the hook out of its mouth.
"Throw it back," Sho orders. "If you keep it you're going to deplete the population."
"You could cut him up for bait," Jun suggests helpfully.
"We could make tiny sashimi," Aiba puts in.
"We're not going to kill it," Sho says. "Satoshi, throw it back."
"We're sure as hell not going to eat it," Jun tells Aiba.
"Tiny sashimi!" Aiba insists.
Ohno opens the holding tank and slips the little fish into the water. It swims around for a moment and then pokes its head out of the water repeatedly. Ohno shuts the lid almost reluctantly.
Ohno drives them to the airport the next morning with the little yellow fish in a plastic bag on the front seat.
Sho and Jun share a meaningful looks over Ohno's shoulder as he hugs each of them goodbye.
"This isn't going to go well," Sho tells Jun as the plane climbs into the cloudy sky.
"I can't believe he made all of us sit in the back," says Aiba.
"I'm fine," Ohno tells them when they call. "Really. I got held up at the airport."
"He says he's fine," Sho reports. "He missed his plane."
"He's two hours late," Jun says, putting his magazine down and holding his hand out for the phone.
Aiba snatches it before Sho can put it in Jun's hand and puts it on speaker. "Are you lonely?"
"Nope," says Ohno. "I've got Nino."
"…what the hell is 'Nino'?" Jun asks.
"Nino is Nino," Ohno says. He sounds like he's laughing. "I'm bringing him with me. I've got to go, my flight is leaving."
"See you in an hour," Sho says absently, mouthing the word 'Nino' at Aiba and Jun again.
It turns out that 'Nino' is the tiny yellow fish, no longer than Ohno's index finger. He swims around, pink-cheeked, in a round, globe-etched fishbowl that is only about half full of water and has a bit of weedy looking sand on the bottom.
"What the hell?" Sho beats Jun to the asking.
"Nino, this is Arashi!" Ohno says to the fish in the bowl, crouched down next to the resting room coffee table. "They were on the boat with us; remember?"
The little fish bobs its head out of the water a few times. Ohno rewards it by sticking his hand in the water.
"Gross!" Jun says, wide-eyed as the fish nibbles along Ohno's hand. "You know what he does in that bowl?"
"Goes to America, mostly," Ohno says. The fish holds still while Ohno runs his fingers lightly along its back. "I think Los Angeles makes him mad, though. He keeps attaching himself to Japan when he comes back," he adds, removing his hand from the bowl and wiping it on his pants.
Sho takes Jun out of the room while Aiba goes to find wardrobe to let them know that Ohno's pants are wet and salty and smell like fish.
Aaaaand dead!fic has a second part.
When Ohno turns twenty-nine, he moves to Niijima; it's a slender stretch of island not too far away from Tokyo. It's got a tiny airport and great surfing and glass-blowing artists everywhere. It's also got good fishing and day trips to Miyakejima, a volcanic little island further north that has even better fishing.
Arashi worries about him.
"It's not that I don't think he can take care of himself," Sho says, buckling himself into the teeny plane that will take them to the island. "I mean, he's home all the time for work and visiting his mom and it's really not that I think he can't take care of himself…"
"I don't think he can take care of himself," says Jun frankly.
Aiba looks over from where he's waving out the window at the staff on the runway. He smiles, ever the optimist. "He's probably all right. Maybe just a little bit homesick for Tokyo. And us."
"Chahan is the only thing he knows how to make," says Sho.
"Which is more than you know how to make," Jun mutters.
"And I still live with my mother!" Sho points out in a shrill, yet reasonable, tone.
Aiba waves at the staff one more time as the plane begins to roll. "I wonder if he's lonely."
Ohno is not waiting for them at the miniscule airport when they touch down. There's a little old lady who recognizes them as 'those sweet boys in dear Ohno-chan's pictures' and she kindly offers them a ride to Ohno's house.
It's a bumpy ride in the back of her husband's pick-up truck but it's very worth it when they hop out at Ohno's place and Ohno meets them holding a fishing pole, a tackle box, and string of fish.
"You totally forgot, didn't you?" Jun asks in fond exasperation.
Ohno looks surprised and delighted to see them. "Manager usually calls when I have some where to be. It's Tuesday already, huh?"
Sho folds Ohno into a brief hug. "Your manager quit again," he says. "Your new one starts on Monday."
Aiba pokes interestedly at the fish. "Mercury levels," he says. He means to go on but both Jun and Sho go pale and look at Ohno like he's sickening for something. They both start asking him about his diet and well being. Aiba tosses his arm around Ohno's shoulders and turns them away from the other two. "Mercury levels," he starts again, letting Ohno lead him into the tiny house on the shore.
Ohno likes to be alone; they all know this and have known it for years. They appreciate the way he plays with them even when it's clear he'd rather be doing something else. But here, on his island, it seems to them that Ohno talks more than usual, sticks closer than he normally would. Ohno assures Sho, when he asks, that he's fine. He also reassures Jun when Sho sends Jun to talk to him about it.
Mostly they spend their 'weekend' with Ohno on the beach playing two-a-side volleyball (which brings back memories) and cooking in sand pits and surfing and having bonfires.
They also do a lot of fishing.
"But really," Ohno tells them all, "really the best fishing is off a boat."
Eventually they give in to his beseeching, hopeful face. It was only a matter of time, anyway.
From where they are on Ohno's catamaran they can't see any land at all. Just an endless expanse of blue in every direction—up, down, all around blue. Ohno looks simultaneously thrilled and at peace.
It is peaceful. Their life as idol stars is tense and hectic and noisy. Out here there is only the sound of their voices, the snap of the sails and the waves against the boat, punctuated randomly with the soft, singing zip of their fishing lines through the air.
Occasionally Jun hooks Aiba and sometimes Aiba hooks him back, but for the most part it's a quiet day of talking and fishing and it's a good way to end their stay.
Sho says as much once the shore is in sight, all of them reeling in their lines. "This is a good memory to take back with us. Or for Satoshi to keep here," he teases.
Ohno's eyes don't leave the ocean but something in them flickers. It looks a little bit like loneliness.
"Leader?" Aiba asks.
"Ah! I've got a bite!"
The moment is forgotten in the excitement of a catch.
The 'catch' is no longer than Ohno's index finger. It's bright yellow and has blushing cheeks. "Cute!" Ohno says, working the hook out of its mouth.
"Throw it back," Sho orders. "If you keep it you're going to deplete the population."
"You could cut him up for bait," Jun suggests helpfully.
"We could make tiny sashimi," Aiba puts in.
"We're not going to kill it," Sho says. "Satoshi, throw it back."
"We're sure as hell not going to eat it," Jun tells Aiba.
"Tiny sashimi!" Aiba insists.
Ohno opens the holding tank and slips the little fish into the water. It swims around for a moment and then pokes its head out of the water repeatedly. Ohno shuts the lid almost reluctantly.
Ohno drives them to the airport the next morning with the little yellow fish in a plastic bag on the front seat.
Sho and Jun share a meaningful looks over Ohno's shoulder as he hugs each of them goodbye.
"This isn't going to go well," Sho tells Jun as the plane climbs into the cloudy sky.
"I can't believe he made all of us sit in the back," says Aiba.
"I'm fine," Ohno tells them when they call. "Really. I got held up at the airport."
"He says he's fine," Sho reports. "He missed his plane."
"He's two hours late," Jun says, putting his magazine down and holding his hand out for the phone.
Aiba snatches it before Sho can put it in Jun's hand and puts it on speaker. "Are you lonely?"
"Nope," says Ohno. "I've got Nino."
"…what the hell is 'Nino'?" Jun asks.
"Nino is Nino," Ohno says. He sounds like he's laughing. "I'm bringing him with me. I've got to go, my flight is leaving."
"See you in an hour," Sho says absently, mouthing the word 'Nino' at Aiba and Jun again.
It turns out that 'Nino' is the tiny yellow fish, no longer than Ohno's index finger. He swims around, pink-cheeked, in a round, globe-etched fishbowl that is only about half full of water and has a bit of weedy looking sand on the bottom.
"What the hell?" Sho beats Jun to the asking.
"Nino, this is Arashi!" Ohno says to the fish in the bowl, crouched down next to the resting room coffee table. "They were on the boat with us; remember?"
The little fish bobs its head out of the water a few times. Ohno rewards it by sticking his hand in the water.
"Gross!" Jun says, wide-eyed as the fish nibbles along Ohno's hand. "You know what he does in that bowl?"
"Goes to America, mostly," Ohno says. The fish holds still while Ohno runs his fingers lightly along its back. "I think Los Angeles makes him mad, though. He keeps attaching himself to Japan when he comes back," he adds, removing his hand from the bowl and wiping it on his pants.
Sho takes Jun out of the room while Aiba goes to find wardrobe to let them know that Ohno's pants are wet and salty and smell like fish.
Aaaaand dead!fic has a second part.
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Date: 2009-09-08 08:01 pm (UTC)