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Title: My muse, you
Author: Andy-chan (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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antimiya88)Pairings: Ohmiya
Genre: AU, Romance, Fluff
Rating: PG
Summary: Ninomiya Kazunari along with his friend Aiba Masaki and Sakurai Sho has formed a band and despite being poor, they all try to follow their dream. In their neighborhood, there's a famous Art School and some of its students don't hesitate to 'accuse' them that what they're doing isn't music since none of them know how to read the notes on the musical pentagram. Among them, there's a mysterious student who never speaks; instead, he passes his evenings watching the three friends rehearsing in the old garage from across the street. Nino gradually finds himself becoming interested in him... feeling that he's different from the others. One day he has the chance to meet him in person... Could this encounter prove him right or even change his life?
Disclaimer: Kazu belongs to his Oh-chan and Oh-chan belongs to his Kazu
A.N. This is a small fluffy Ohmiya fic written for my deargambitsfox! ^_^ Happy Birthday and Ganbatte!!! *hugs*
A.N. This is a small fluffy Ohmiya fic written for my dear
gambitsfox! ^_^ Happy Birthday and Ganbatte!!! *hugs*
Part 1
“C’mon Nino… you were a bit out of rhythm… focus! What can be that interesting out there?” Masaki’s voice brought Nino back to reality. Nino mumbled an apology and lowered his head while his fingers tried to find the right chords. “Is it that boy again?” Masaki insisted and walked fast past Nino, to check outside the garage they were. It was then that he saw the familiar figure standing next to the window at the house right across the street. “Of course… there he is…” he mumbled with a trace of anger in his voice. “Hey… you stalker! You go somewhere else to pass your time!” he yelled once he was at the pavement.
“Masa!” Nino tried to drag his friend inside. “He didn’t do anything wrong… he never told us anything offensive… please… let’s go inside…”
“No he didn’t! He just let his friends do so! If he didn’t agree with them, he would say something… step up… but he has remained silent... Silence means acceptance Nino! And I’m really tired of all of them! They’re just pretentious bastards with tens of issues!”
“I know… I know… I’m sorry… Look… It was entirely my fault… he just happened to be there… my mind was elsewhere… Let’s start again! We have to prove to them that what we do is also art, right?” Nino tried to reason his friend. “Let’s get back to practice!”
“Ok…” Masaki sighed. He went back to his spot and turned his head to the drummer of their small band. “Sho give us the rhythm…”
Sho was looking at them without muttering a single word all of this time. He knew that if he spoke up at the moment, he wouldn’t stop and it was quite early in the afternoon… it might bring them problems and that was the last thing he wanted. He started hitting his sticks in the air. “One, two, one, two, three, go!”
Sho had joined them a couple of years ago when he heard Masaki talking passionately about his dream to form a band in the corridors of their high school and he volunteered to help them because he loved playing the drums. At first, Nino was a bit afraid of him since he had the image of a yankee but soon, he realized that he wasn’t exactly the delinquent everyone thought. On the contrary, it was Masaki the one who was scarier than the way he looked at first glance.
As soon as the sticks were heard, music filled the old garage again. This time, Nino closed his eyes focusing on the music and let his fingers move along the chords of the guitar he was holding. None of them, had music education… they only played by ear. As soon as they finished school, they were obliged to work in order to survive; Sho was cleaning cars while Nino and Masaki were working together at the local supermarket. Despite the harsh reality, no one was willing to give up on their dream, even if they couldn’t read the notes on the pentagram. For them, the music spoke to their soul and that was already enough.
They were lucky that they were allowed to practice their songs in that old garage. Nakada-san, its owner, was living alone, and gave them permission to use it for their practice, as long as they helped him with the shopping and some of the household chores. Masaki had immediately agreed since the deal was more than beneficial to them. Their music instruments were old, too old perhaps, bought second or even third hand for a couple of yen but they didn’t care… they were sure that they would succeed one day… not for the sake of fame; it wasn’t something they really wanted, but for the recognition of their music as art.
Close to their neighborhood, there was one of the most famous private art schools of Tokyo ‘Geizutsu’. Some students didn’t pay attention to the three boys. But there were also others that really enjoyed it to pick on them… Usually, they would gather outside the garage and mock them. ‘Stop it already… this is not art… if you can’t even draw a sol or a fa key on the pentagram you can’t call yourselves musicians… A little shame never hurt anyone…’ were the lightest of the insulting comments they continuously got but none of them thought to give up their dream.
Among a particular group of those students, there was him. He’d never speak; he’d never look with contempt or disgust… his gaze was different; as if he was taking a closer look at them… His house being across the street of the garage, he would pass every single evening next to the window that looked straight at it. Nino couldn’t understand though why he would spend his time looking at them rehearsing but he was always there. He swore that he distinguished curiosity in the other’s gaze and something else; something that Nino didn’t even dare to form in words.
It had already been a couple of months since the other’s presence was becoming more and more noticeable by Nino. The latter found himself throwing small glances towards the mysterious student. Even after many hours, he would still be there… right next to the window with a gaze that showed no annoyance or disturbance. Who are you and why are you doing this? That question kept bugging Nino and soon, he found himself looking forward to see the other. There was something about this boy’s aura… something – if he wanted to be honest with himself – similar to his.
Nino was also the kind of person who never spoke, unlike Masaki and Sho who would usually speak up and defend themselves. He would only lower his head. He knew that music had its rules and theory like every other kind of art… he wished he knew how to write music but he never had the chance… But then… wasn’t art supposed to brighten your soul above all? The students that picked on them clearly wished only to piss them off and cause trouble to them and Nino wasn’t disposed to fall in their trap. They could say whatever they wanted; all he had to do was to continue expressing himself however he liked. You can never make everyone like you… whoever likes me… as for the haters… unfortunately… I can’t do anything… was always his motto, helping him keep a clear mind.
***
“What are you talking about Masa?” Nino spoke slightly annoyed with his friend’s stubbornness on the phone. “We won’t practice today. I’ve already spoken to Sho-kun. You have a high fever and you’ve thrown up three times since yesterday night. Stay in bed please… I promise you I’ll be there later to check up on you and bring you some chicken soup. Now… be a good boy and stay in bed. Ok?”
Masaki sometimes was too stubborn, not wanting to see things the way they were but that was what made him Aiba Masaki; he would stick to his choices no matter what. Nino, on the other hand, preferred to be realistic, even if it meant more pain…
It was Sunday morning and he still had many hours to kill before going to Masaki. “Why don’t I go to the park? It’s been a while…” he muttered to himself and without a second though, he grabbed his guitar, heading off his small apartment; although, he wasn’t sure whether a 14m2 place could actually be called an apartment or not but it was enough to have a roof over his head. It had already been two years since he had left his parents’ house… not that they had missed him… Nino knew from a very young age that they would always be more occupied with their own fights. That was also the reason why he decided to take his life in his own hands from the moment he finished high school. At least that way he had his freedom.
The day outside was sunny and warm. “It feels like ages since I came here…” he mumbled to himself, smiling as he sat underneath a tree, at his favorite spot, and closed his eyes. He loved the feeling of being in nature… it was giving him calmness and sanity.
He started singing in a low voice, following the music he was creating with his hands when he heard the sound of rustling leaves very close to him… But the weather isn’t that windy… what could it…? He opened his eyes and got startled when he realized that there was a specific person standing close to him, staring with a wide smile.
“You…” Nino whispered surprised.
“Why did you stop…? It was beautiful…”
Nino was left dumbfounded. It was the first time he had heard the other’s voice and he had to admit it was melodic… even as he spoke… and his face… there was something about the other’s eyes that made him look rather cute… attractive… “Why… are you here?” Nino asked, shaking his head as he tried to get rid of the weird thoughts that had started filling his mind.
“I guess we had the same idea this morning…” the other said softly, smiling. It took a couple of seconds for Nino to realize that there was an easel in front of him.
“You… you painted this?” Nino asked pointing at the canvas placed on it. It was the hill in front of them or more precisely a unique version of the hill, since the colors were rather bright and the lines hard, giving off something different. “It’s beautiful….” Nino said without realizing what words were escaping his mouth.
“You think so?!” the other asked happily. “I guess opinions can vary… a lot…”
Nino’s curiosity won over. “What do you mean?”
“My professor in oil painting put me a Cˉ… you see… I didn’t follow the ‘rules’ to the letter…” he shrugged. “I don’t care though… that’s how I like to paint… I can’t satisfy everyone, right? And most importantly I don’t want to compromise with the others… and the rules they’ve created…”
Nino was speechless. So you are different…
“And you… Never change!” the mysterious student continued on speaking to Nino, making him gasp. “You guys are really good… that’s why I spend my evenings looking at you…” he lowered his head. “Sorry if it’s too creepy… but… I enjoy how you are all focused and passionate about it… especially you… I love looking at your hands moving on the guitar strings and creating such beautiful sounds… I’ve never seen anyone playing like that… I can feel that you are sincere to yourself as an artist…” Nino could swear he saw the other’s cheeks turn a bit pink as he uttered those last words “like me… perhaps…”
Suddenly a phone rang disturbing the tweets and the other soft sounds that were heard around them. “Ah! Sorry it’s mine…” the other said in an apologizing tone and quickly picked it up. “Yes? Ah! Jun-kun? I’m at the park… why- what? Already?” he checked his watch. “Ok… ok… I’m coming!” he went close to his stool, trying to gather his things.
Nino was left speechless and confused… confused because even though he hadn’t really spoken with the other, he could feel his heart beating faster than ever. There was even a sense of disappointment building up in him as he saw the other getting ready to leave… something that he couldn’t come to explain. “I’ve got to go now…” the student said almost as a whisper. “But… I do hope to see you again… I come here every Sunday morning… It helps me relax and reevaluate many things…”
Nino only nodded, as he saw the other taking a couple of steps away. “Oh! I almost forgot… My name is Ohno… Ohno Satoshi… Yours? That is of course if you want to tell me… I mean…”
“I’m… Ninomiya Kazunari” Nino replied fast, lowering his head shyly.
“Nice to meet you Ninomiya-kun and please…” Satoshi said, making Nino turn his glance back at him “…continue on playing… you look very cute when you’re concentrated like that!”
Nino was left dumbfounded, as he watched the other slowly walking away till he was completely out of sight, blushing madly because of his words. They were simple yet it made his heart flatter. He was certainly not used to hear this kind of words… if he wanted to be completely honest it was the first time he had ever heard them in his life and that made his heart skip several beats. A shy smile was formed on his lips as his hands found reluctantly the guitar strings. Ohno Satoshi… I knew you were different… I knew it…
TO BE CONTINUED…
A.N. Sooo minna this is not a complicated fic this time but a simple, fluffy Ohmiya! ^_^ I think I've never written Ohmiya like this so here you are! xD
I know that you're waiting for Ai no Honoo but honestly time is so little with rl and everything... I also changed a few things so I didn't have the time to post it... but I promise you that you'll have it this Friday and since Holidays end (in Greece they end tomorrow ^_^") I will go back to my weekly Friday posts!!! I hope with this post I'm slightly forgiven! *bows*
My dear
gambitsfox once again otanjoubi omedetouuuu!!!! I wish you the best from the bottom of my heart! Be strong!!! <333 Also today is arashixohmiya's birthday... otanjoubi omedetou to you too! ^_^I really hope you enjoyed it and as always your comments are <333!!!
See you soon! ^_^
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