Remember the stairs that went nowhere? (http://community.livejournal.com/ohmiyaday/24921.html?thread=932953#t932953)
Their little house is gold with a blue shingled roof and one room. It has the world's tiniest refridgerator and a hotplate and box for groceries instead of a cupboard. It only has electricty when they turn the generator on. The generator is in a little shed (weathered grey wood) along with the stuff they leave behind--like fishing poles and...well, fishing poles.
It is the most impractical house on the planet.
But there are three steps down to the hot-sand beach (or three steps up to the cut-crystal-knobbed door) and it is the most perfect house that Ohno has ever built.
He and Nino don't spend much time in it.
Ohno fished in his little boat or off the dock and Nino slept in the soft sand and grass at base of the palm trees. There are sixteen trees on their little island and four of them are on the beach that cradled their little house. The dock, and Ohno's little motorboat, were the only ways to get to their house. Nino got seasick but always felt better after he laid out their futon and went for a nap in the sun-dappled shade.
"Hey, Nino," said Ohno.
The sand shifted and a moment later. "Oh-chan?" Nino's voice was sleepy and indistinct.
Ohno reeled in his line and stood up, the dock creaking under his feet, sturdy and well built but tiny all the same. The sand shifted and it took three steps to reach Nino's side. Ohno reached a hand down to him. "Let's go home," he said.
And Nino didn't look at the dock or the ocean or the island in the distance that had the airport that would bring them back to Tokyo and Arashi and their apartments.
Nino looked up the beach at the house with its stairs. "Okay."
Maybe one day they'd retire to their tiny island, where Jun was the absentee King. Maybe one day they'd show the others their perfect house. Maybe one day they'd build a guest house in green and red and purple.
Maybe one day wasn't as important as Nino's hand in his and the stairs that went up (and down) and the question of what to have for dinner that night.
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Date: 2010-08-02 05:34 am (UTC)Their little house is gold with a blue shingled roof and one room. It has the world's tiniest refridgerator and a hotplate and box for groceries instead of a cupboard. It only has electricty when they turn the generator on. The generator is in a little shed (weathered grey wood) along with the stuff they leave behind--like fishing poles and...well, fishing poles.
It is the most impractical house on the planet.
But there are three steps down to the hot-sand beach (or three steps up to the cut-crystal-knobbed door) and it is the most perfect house that Ohno has ever built.
He and Nino don't spend much time in it.
Ohno fished in his little boat or off the dock and Nino slept in the soft sand and grass at base of the palm trees. There are sixteen trees on their little island and four of them are on the beach that cradled their little house. The dock, and Ohno's little motorboat, were the only ways to get to their house. Nino got seasick but always felt better after he laid out their futon and went for a nap in the sun-dappled shade.
"Hey, Nino," said Ohno.
The sand shifted and a moment later. "Oh-chan?" Nino's voice was sleepy and indistinct.
Ohno reeled in his line and stood up, the dock creaking under his feet, sturdy and well built but tiny all the same. The sand shifted and it took three steps to reach Nino's side. Ohno reached a hand down to him. "Let's go home," he said.
And Nino didn't look at the dock or the ocean or the island in the distance that had the airport that would bring them back to Tokyo and Arashi and their apartments.
Nino looked up the beach at the house with its stairs. "Okay."
Maybe one day they'd retire to their tiny island, where Jun was the absentee King. Maybe one day they'd show the others their perfect house. Maybe one day they'd build a guest house in green and red and purple.
Maybe one day wasn't as important as Nino's hand in his and the stairs that went up (and down) and the question of what to have for dinner that night.