Author: Fabi & Dani (
dani_mathoz)Translator:
br_arashi Thank you ♥Pairing: Ohmiya (main), Aiba x ? (mentioned)
Genre: Romance and Angst
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 'Two lonely and suffered hearts look in the shadows of an agitated city, the light that can free them from the darkness in which they live'
Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥
A mourning sky over a battlefield
I can hear this is the night for a change
I am always beside you, willing to heal you
Forever in my heart
You will be my courage
(...)
Hey! With this thoughts in our minds now
Hey! Let’s sing love
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Let’s make it sound everywhere around
Hey! If you smile, everybody will smile too
Soon the sunlight will rise into dawn
Fighting against tomorrow
— Thank you for using our services! — the attendant smiled, while handing the customer a plastic bag. — Please, come back any time!
The woman smiled slightly and turned away, leaving. Just when she crossed the door, Kazunari undid his bow, sighing tiredly.
Since he met Miura-senpai again, he had traded his good nights of sleep by the pleasures his house — a hole of easy amusements — offered. It had been almost a month since he had been balancing his time among drinks, drugs and casual sex, in the company of his friends.
In the beginning, he was a little reluctant. He didn’t want to give in to Hayato again, but he couldn’t fight his sexual desires for too long, even more when it was leveraged by the collateral effects of the drugs he was using.
In the first time, he barely acknowledged the act. Only in the following morning, when he woke up beside his ex-boyfriend naked beside him, his body aching and marked by sucks and bites, he realized his relapse.
In the second one, however, which happened just the night before, he could remember every detail, including the lack of feelings at each thrust. Apart from the physical pleasure, where had gone that passionate ecstasy that used to swallow him when they were dating? The feeling that he would never find anyone that could satisfy him in the same intense and desperate way? Or the will for those intimate moments to never come to an end?
It was funny how situations could change that much... His uncontrollable teenage crush turned into a void of feelings, a mere token of gratitude for supplying him the narcotics he was unable to pay for. Not that he was actually selling his body in exchange for drugs; however, he couldn’t deny his former partner’s assaults. After all, he never charged him for the pills he gave him.
It was just an exchange...
Nonetheless, as long as it started, everything he wanted was for this to end up soon. Everything was so different from that one time with that stranger, whose memory insisted in taking over his mind, now and then.
He asked himself why. It was just a stranger whose name he knew.
How long has it been? Almost two months?
He shook his head, trying to focus on his work. He fixed up a few promotional CDs that were over the counter, but, as if the universe was conspiring against his attempts to avoid thinking about Ohno, his ears were filled by an unforgettable melody.
I want the world in my hands.
I hate the beach
But I stand in California with my toes in the sand.
Use the sleeves of my sweater,
Let’s have an adventure.
Head in the clouds, but my gravity centred.
Touch my neck and I’ll touch yours.
You, in those little high waisted shorts.”
It was another place, another time of the day, but the memory was quite clear.
It had been already an hour since he arrived at the night club and his body, sweat due to the dancing, was asking for a cool beer. He asked for a beer and leaned over the counter to enjoy it, but he didn’t even manage his first gulp, his attention stolen by the customer beside him. Not because of his looks, he wasn’t exactly his type. He was very handsome, but had nothing further that could attract him. Actually, he was quite ordinary and, in any other place, he would just stay unnoticed. However, at that moment, it was impossible to ignore his presence, the almost embarrassing way he was absorbing the melody, moving his head in the rhythm of the music as if there was nothing or nobody around.
She knows what I think about,
And when I think about.
One love, two mouths.
One love, one house.
No shirts, no blouse.
Just us, you find out
Nothing that we don’t wanna tell you about.
Cause it’s too cold, whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold, whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater.”
— You might really like this kind of music — he asked, impulsively.
— What? — asked the stranger, after the few seconds it took for him to get out of what seemed to be some kind of trance.
— Are you that into western music? — he insisted, gulping on his beer. — Since I got to the counter, you have your eyes closed, your head moving to the rhythm as if you were absorbing each accord…
The other man frowned, seeming a bit annoyed.
— I like music, in general — he answered dryly, shrugging and taking another sip on his tequila.
For a moment, he considered leaving it by then. However… in that stranger’s eyes there was a melancholy so similar to the one he felt that, suddenly, he felt the need to do something to fade his sadness away.
I don’t mind if there’s not much to say
Sometimes the silence guides your mind
So move to a place so far away
The goosebumps strat to raise
The minute that my left hand meets your waist
And then I watched your face
Put my finger on your tongue
Cause you love to taste, yeah.
These hearts adore
Everyone the other beats hard for
Inside this place is warm
Outside it starts to pour.”
— I know a place where they perform live. I guess you’d like it — he commented, trying to start a chat. However, the man seemed disturbed by that.
— You’re aiming for the wrong person, kid. I don’t do minors. By the way, how did they let you in?
It wasn’t the first time he was taken by someone younger, an issue that bothered him a lot. If he was a girl, he would thank him for reducing his age, but he wasn’t a brat anymore. He was 25 years old and he wanted to be treated accordingly.
Usually he would react rudely to the comment. But that time, without knowing exactly why, he just smiled, seductively.
— People always tell me I look like a kid, but I’ve been doing adult stuff for more than five years, when I came of age.
The tanned guy faced him, studying his features and apparently doubting his affirmation. He got a little angry with his lack of politeness. He was beginning to think he didn’t deserve his attention after all. Who did he think he was?
— Anyway, I’m not giving myself out in here. I just got curious when I saw you enjoying the music as if you were in a trance and I thought that maybe you appreciated it as much as I do… — he concluded, hurt and regretting for trying to be nice. He wasn’t flirting, but in a way, it hurt being dejected. In one gulp, he emptied his beer and started to going to the dance floor.
.
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirts, no blouse
Just us, you find out
Nothing that we don’t wanna tell you about
No, no
Cause it’s too cold, whoa
For you here
And now
So let me hold, whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater.”
He could just have pretended not to hear the question and keep moving away, however, pulled by some irresistible force, he turned his body to the man, with a smile on his face.
The same smile he unconsciously kept right then, coming unwanted at the memory of that night.
Suddenly, it occurred to him that he could drop by that night club again that Friday, when he got paid.
“Stop this sillyness, Ninomiya!” — he told himself in his thoughts, going back to organizing the CDs. After all, what chanced did he have to see him again? And even if he did, so what? It wasn’t as if the man was thinking about him as well. Certainly he had forgotten him even before the warmth of his body had faded in the sheets of that motel bed.
For you here
And now
So let me hold, whoa
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater.
Whoa, whoa, Whoa, whoa...”
Ninomiya smiled, helpfully, living up to his attendant position.
— Do you like it? It’s Sweater Weather, by The Neighbour-…
The information froze in his mouth, before he was able to conclude it.
Either destiny decided to play with him or the drugs he took the night before were still running in his system.
Was the man behind the customer who asked that question the same stranger that would never get out of his head?
— Ohno-san...
— Eh? Dou you know each other? — asked the handsome man between them, looking surprised from one to another.
Ninomiya swallowed hard, embarrassed by playing the fool at that moment. However, the name escaped even before he was able to take a grasp on the situation. He would certainly deny it.
— We met the other day — the man answered to his surprise and relief. — He was the one who showed me this music…
So did he remember? Not only his face, but also the music that brought them together and the conversation they had about it?
— I’m a realistic person. Of course, I don’t believe in this romance junk from books and doramas. I don’t believe in ‘happily ever after’. But… who never, even if just for a moment, wished for, as the lyrics says, someone to warm them up in a rainy night? Someone whose mere presence could make you forget everything else? — he said, that night, after translating the lyrics to him.
— Oh? Really? Nice to meet you! — the beautiful stranger smiled, once again, interrupting his train of thoughts and throwing an arm over Ohno’s shoulder, intimately. — I’m Sakurai Sho, Satoshi’s best friend!
— Ninomiya Kazunari — he answered shyly.
— So is this where you work? I should have imagined something of the sort, due to your knowledge about music. How have you been?
— I’m fine — he managed to react to their approach. — About the information, — he changed the subject, redirecting his attention to Sakurai’s curious stare — the music that has just played is Sweater Weather, of the american band “The Neighbourhood”. I can pick up the CD for you, if you wish...
— Thank you, but for today, we will only take these... — Ohno was the one answering hurriedly, taking two CDs of his friend’s hands.
Ninomiya nodded, passing the products by the reader and informing him the total price. He felt his hands trembling slightely, bothered by the man’s sudden change, as if he wanted to get ready of his presence soon.
— Thanks for using our services — his tone was strictly professional.
— Thank you...
— Bye, Ninomiya-san! See you around...
— Let’s go, Sho-chan? — Ohno said casually, using the man’s name for the first time and interrupting whatever his friend had to say. Then, he pratically dragged him out of the store.
Nino sighed, his hand over his chest. What was the meaning behind his heart racing?
That evening, he didn’t go to see Miura-senpai.
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