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Just a Little Longer
Just a Little Longer
Pairing: Ohmiya?
Rating: G
Word Count: 457
Summary: Ohmiya and kittens.
They can't find Ohno. Really, they've looked up the stairs and down the hall, they looked in the attic just in case, and they've even checked both bathrooms (because Ohno is known to not pay attention on occasion). Jun's voice is loud and somewhat obnoxious, sort of gangsterlike, somewhere out of sight--"AHHHH! Where'd he go?"
Nino sneaks out the back.
There's an old shed at the corner of the property, broken down and crumbling with rust. He can't see anyone there, but he knows it's not entirely empty. It's just the right kind of place. And sure enough, Ohno's orange, spiky head is mixed in with the tall grasses (which would be good camoflauge if it were fall, but it's spring now and Ohno stands out like a sore thumb), and he's talking quietly to himself. Nino tries to get close enough to hear the words without surprising him, without giving himself away.
"Are you lonely? Yeah? ... Your momma didn't come back for you?" And that's when Nino realizes that over Ohno's shoulder there's something moving, furry little bundles of gray and black and white, pouncing after the long grass reeds that Ohno teases at them. "Aahh, what should I do with you?"
"Do with what?" Nino pretends he's just walked up, and he leans heavily on Ohno's back. Ohno has always been the solid constant; if Nino needed something, ever, he knew Ohno would provide it for him. "Aahh, cute! Cute, Ohchan!" Because they are cute: three fuzzy kittens, hopping on top of each other. Nino can tell, though, that they're too thin.
Ohno isn't even surprised when Nino comes out of nowhere. He never seems to be, unlike Aiba, who jumps every time into an awkward windmill of arms and legs, or Shou who always grabs his chest like his heart might have stopped. Ohno just seems to know: Nino's here. Like a sixth sense. "Aa," he agrees, taking a moment to put together his thoughts. "But they need a home."
And we five are too busy to take care of them, Nino tacks on at the end, in his head. He tries to catch a tumbling, wild little cat, but it's too quick and all sharp nails and sharp teeth, and so after a minute he gives up, plopping down on the loose soil next to Ohno. Ohno's shoulder is comfortable, so he just rests there a while, watching the cats play.
Nino knows the others are looking, but they can wait. Privacy is something he and Ohno have very little of, and he intends to treasure this moment just a little longer.
originally posted April 25 2006
Pairing: Ohmiya?
Rating: G
Word Count: 457
Summary: Ohmiya and kittens.
They can't find Ohno. Really, they've looked up the stairs and down the hall, they looked in the attic just in case, and they've even checked both bathrooms (because Ohno is known to not pay attention on occasion). Jun's voice is loud and somewhat obnoxious, sort of gangsterlike, somewhere out of sight--"AHHHH! Where'd he go?"
Nino sneaks out the back.
There's an old shed at the corner of the property, broken down and crumbling with rust. He can't see anyone there, but he knows it's not entirely empty. It's just the right kind of place. And sure enough, Ohno's orange, spiky head is mixed in with the tall grasses (which would be good camoflauge if it were fall, but it's spring now and Ohno stands out like a sore thumb), and he's talking quietly to himself. Nino tries to get close enough to hear the words without surprising him, without giving himself away.
"Are you lonely? Yeah? ... Your momma didn't come back for you?" And that's when Nino realizes that over Ohno's shoulder there's something moving, furry little bundles of gray and black and white, pouncing after the long grass reeds that Ohno teases at them. "Aahh, what should I do with you?"
"Do with what?" Nino pretends he's just walked up, and he leans heavily on Ohno's back. Ohno has always been the solid constant; if Nino needed something, ever, he knew Ohno would provide it for him. "Aahh, cute! Cute, Ohchan!" Because they are cute: three fuzzy kittens, hopping on top of each other. Nino can tell, though, that they're too thin.
Ohno isn't even surprised when Nino comes out of nowhere. He never seems to be, unlike Aiba, who jumps every time into an awkward windmill of arms and legs, or Shou who always grabs his chest like his heart might have stopped. Ohno just seems to know: Nino's here. Like a sixth sense. "Aa," he agrees, taking a moment to put together his thoughts. "But they need a home."
And we five are too busy to take care of them, Nino tacks on at the end, in his head. He tries to catch a tumbling, wild little cat, but it's too quick and all sharp nails and sharp teeth, and so after a minute he gives up, plopping down on the loose soil next to Ohno. Ohno's shoulder is comfortable, so he just rests there a while, watching the cats play.
Nino knows the others are looking, but they can wait. Privacy is something he and Ohno have very little of, and he intends to treasure this moment just a little longer.
originally posted April 25 2006