[Arashi] True Face (1/?)
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neko_kirin3104Title: True Face (1/?)
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shilriarizz + neko_kirin3104
Pairing: Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Word Count: 1306 words
Rating: PG
Genre: High School AU
Summary: School rebel Sakurai Sho thinks he can break the arrogant, piano-playing genius Ohno Satoshi. He’s in for the surprise of his life.
Note: A Yama Pair fic for Yama Pair Day! Happy ii fufu no hi! <333
01
“Let’s all congratulate Class 3-1’s Ohno Satoshi for winning the Metropolitan Inter High Piano Competition!”
This was the first thing we heard when we entered the gym for morning assembly, followed by a ripple of boisterous cat calls and cheers that sounded frantic and overdone. I looked up and saw a slender and slightly tanned student on stage, staring at us with a blank look on his face. I didn’t know what it was exactly, but something about his vacant, seemingly uncaring gaze really pissed me off.
I had seen him around before, had even heard his name mentioned once or twice in some random conversation. But he hadn’t really caught my attention until now...
“What’s with that arrogant look?” I heard Jun say beside me, his tone perfectly reflecting my unvoiced annoyance.
“He was probably born with it, J,” Nino mumbled lazily as he continued to press the buttons of his DS.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was like my mind was trying to etch that smug look of his clearly inside my head.
It was irritating.
As though he could sense my growing spite for him, Ohno Satoshi’s gaze wandered to where we were standing beside the doors, away from the rest of the school he had already caught under his spell.
And for some absurd reason, a smile began to form on the arrogant bastard’s lips.
The glare I didn’t realize I had stuck on him burned with more steam as my face began to flush under his mocking scrutiny.
Despite just arriving, I left the gym. I didn’t need to turn around to know that Jun and Nino were following behind me.
*
“Ah. It’s Piano Man again,” Nino said without taking his gaze off his console. I’m not sure if he had another eye hidden in his head or something, but Nino was always so damn observant, seeing and sensing things without actually looking at them.
Jun snorted, and even though he didn’t say a word, his displeasure bled and hung so thickly in the air, I could almost sink my teeth into it.
Nothing and nobody had ever wound me up the way that stuck up Piano Man did.
It didn’t help that our paths seemed to cross more often now following that utterly troublesome morning assembly.
My eyes followed the figure passing by in front of us. He turned his head and our gazes met. I frowned and clucked my tongue, hell-bent on ignoring the way my heartbeat was suddenly rising, spreading heat all over my skin.
He’d always had this kind of effect on me. His conceited eyes that seemed to linger and judge, incited anger and something else entirely different that I couldn’t even begin to understand.
He dropped his gaze to the cigarette in my hand but his expression didn’t change one bit. I raised the half-burned stick to my lips, took one long drag and blew the smoke in his direction with a smirk.
His poker face didn’t even flinch and I could almost literally feel my blood frothing.
Other students would avoid looking at our group, like they think we could slice them in half with a flick of our fingers. They bend their heads low and walk faster when we notice them. This guy however, didn’t seem to be fazed at all.
What the hell was wrong with him?!
*
I swear I didn’t think of making a habit of it. No, the idea had never once crossed my mind.
Still, that didn’t sound like a really valid excuse for why I was standing outside the Music Room for the third time this week, secretly peering through the glass panel at Piano Man creating decent sounding music—
Okay, more-than-decent sounding music.
And I did say this was the third time this week, right?
If I had been less proud, I would’ve already pitied myself and stopped coming here.
But I was proud and apparently very stupid, too.
I could blame the PE teacher who practically bullied us into doing back flips (and ruining our reputations) for one full hour on Monday, as though it was a matter of life and death.
If it weren’t for him, Jun wouldn’t have screamed and punched the wall in angered frustration.
Nino wouldn’t have made fun of me and Jun’s natural inability to twist our bodies in the air and invoke a possible head injury.
And well, I wouldn’t have been too distracted worrying about my grades that I actually said, “All right,” when Nino told me to go buy him something to drink while purposefully leaning and being a deadweight on Jun.
I could probably also blame whoever it was dumb enough to place the nearest vending machine this close to the Music Room. I mean, who does that, right?!
If it weren’t for these things happening in such cruel succession on Monday, I wouldn’t have come to this particular corridor like one of those rats in that Pied Piper story, gravitating to an unnervingly beautiful melody and thus screwing myself over all the way to Thursday, actually convinced that what I was doing was worthwhile.
Piano Man stood up at that moment and I instantly held my breath and pressed my back on the wall, my heart racing like I had just been caught doing something criminal.
I risked another peek and saw that Piano Man was heading for the door.
Shit.
I pulled myself together and strode to the vendo a couple of feet away, digging for a few changes from my pocket just as the door opened.
I didn’t dare turn my head, even as Piano Man walked over to where I was and stood behind me, quietly waiting for his turn.
“Dammit!” I grumbled when I realized I didn’t have enough coins to pay for even the cheapest drink. I slapped and kicked the vendo in annoyance, vowing to hurt Nino the same way until he promised to stop hoarding my loose coins—
“Here, let me.”
I was stunned when Piano Man casually reached out and pushed me aside, then just as smoothly fed the machine with a crisp 1,000 yen note.
“You’re Sakurai Sho, right?” he asked while pressing the button for a can of soda. “What are you having?” This time, the man actually turned to me and attempted a smile that barely moved his lips.
I narrowed my eyes at him, trying not to delight too much at the fact that he knew my name. “Don’t bother.”
Piano Man shrugged and turned his attention back to the machine. “Suit yourself.” He pressed another button that sent his drink tumbling down to the slot.
And somewhere between him crouching to the floor to get his soda and his change rattling noisily into the change slot, I decided I have had enough of this man and his dismissive, arrogant treatment of everyone and everything in his path. Like we’re nothing more than a bunch of slobs unworthy of his precious attention.
My jaws tightened as I clenched my fists around the annoyance that had been growing inside me since the first time our eyes met.
There was suddenly nothing more I wanted, nothing else that mattered more than breaking a bone or two on his face—
“Sakurai-kun,” Piano Man said, his voice eerily calm as he stood up and popped his soda can open. “You’ve been watching me... haven’t you?” He threw a guileless smile my way, as though he hadn’t just literally embarrassed me, before turning around and walking back into the Music Room.
I tried not to gape like a petrified fish as I pulled my wits back together.
“Don’t flatter yourself, asshole,” I mumbled and glared into nothing, knowing full well I would still be coming here tomorrow to make a bigger fool of myself.
Chapter Two >>>>>
***Thanks for reading! This is a collaborative project betweenshilriarizz and me. Next part will be posted at shil’s journal. Do watch out for it, ne. <333
Authors:
shilriarizz + neko_kirin3104Pairing: Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Word Count: 1306 words
Rating: PG
Genre: High School AU
Summary: School rebel Sakurai Sho thinks he can break the arrogant, piano-playing genius Ohno Satoshi. He’s in for the surprise of his life.
Note: A Yama Pair fic for Yama Pair Day! Happy ii fufu no hi! <333
01
“Let’s all congratulate Class 3-1’s Ohno Satoshi for winning the Metropolitan Inter High Piano Competition!”
This was the first thing we heard when we entered the gym for morning assembly, followed by a ripple of boisterous cat calls and cheers that sounded frantic and overdone. I looked up and saw a slender and slightly tanned student on stage, staring at us with a blank look on his face. I didn’t know what it was exactly, but something about his vacant, seemingly uncaring gaze really pissed me off.
I had seen him around before, had even heard his name mentioned once or twice in some random conversation. But he hadn’t really caught my attention until now...
“What’s with that arrogant look?” I heard Jun say beside me, his tone perfectly reflecting my unvoiced annoyance.
“He was probably born with it, J,” Nino mumbled lazily as he continued to press the buttons of his DS.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him. It was like my mind was trying to etch that smug look of his clearly inside my head.
It was irritating.
As though he could sense my growing spite for him, Ohno Satoshi’s gaze wandered to where we were standing beside the doors, away from the rest of the school he had already caught under his spell.
And for some absurd reason, a smile began to form on the arrogant bastard’s lips.
The glare I didn’t realize I had stuck on him burned with more steam as my face began to flush under his mocking scrutiny.
Despite just arriving, I left the gym. I didn’t need to turn around to know that Jun and Nino were following behind me.
*
“Ah. It’s Piano Man again,” Nino said without taking his gaze off his console. I’m not sure if he had another eye hidden in his head or something, but Nino was always so damn observant, seeing and sensing things without actually looking at them.
Jun snorted, and even though he didn’t say a word, his displeasure bled and hung so thickly in the air, I could almost sink my teeth into it.
Nothing and nobody had ever wound me up the way that stuck up Piano Man did.
It didn’t help that our paths seemed to cross more often now following that utterly troublesome morning assembly.
My eyes followed the figure passing by in front of us. He turned his head and our gazes met. I frowned and clucked my tongue, hell-bent on ignoring the way my heartbeat was suddenly rising, spreading heat all over my skin.
He’d always had this kind of effect on me. His conceited eyes that seemed to linger and judge, incited anger and something else entirely different that I couldn’t even begin to understand.
He dropped his gaze to the cigarette in my hand but his expression didn’t change one bit. I raised the half-burned stick to my lips, took one long drag and blew the smoke in his direction with a smirk.
His poker face didn’t even flinch and I could almost literally feel my blood frothing.
Other students would avoid looking at our group, like they think we could slice them in half with a flick of our fingers. They bend their heads low and walk faster when we notice them. This guy however, didn’t seem to be fazed at all.
What the hell was wrong with him?!
*
I swear I didn’t think of making a habit of it. No, the idea had never once crossed my mind.
Still, that didn’t sound like a really valid excuse for why I was standing outside the Music Room for the third time this week, secretly peering through the glass panel at Piano Man creating decent sounding music—
Okay, more-than-decent sounding music.
And I did say this was the third time this week, right?
If I had been less proud, I would’ve already pitied myself and stopped coming here.
But I was proud and apparently very stupid, too.
I could blame the PE teacher who practically bullied us into doing back flips (and ruining our reputations) for one full hour on Monday, as though it was a matter of life and death.
If it weren’t for him, Jun wouldn’t have screamed and punched the wall in angered frustration.
Nino wouldn’t have made fun of me and Jun’s natural inability to twist our bodies in the air and invoke a possible head injury.
And well, I wouldn’t have been too distracted worrying about my grades that I actually said, “All right,” when Nino told me to go buy him something to drink while purposefully leaning and being a deadweight on Jun.
I could probably also blame whoever it was dumb enough to place the nearest vending machine this close to the Music Room. I mean, who does that, right?!
If it weren’t for these things happening in such cruel succession on Monday, I wouldn’t have come to this particular corridor like one of those rats in that Pied Piper story, gravitating to an unnervingly beautiful melody and thus screwing myself over all the way to Thursday, actually convinced that what I was doing was worthwhile.
Piano Man stood up at that moment and I instantly held my breath and pressed my back on the wall, my heart racing like I had just been caught doing something criminal.
I risked another peek and saw that Piano Man was heading for the door.
Shit.
I pulled myself together and strode to the vendo a couple of feet away, digging for a few changes from my pocket just as the door opened.
I didn’t dare turn my head, even as Piano Man walked over to where I was and stood behind me, quietly waiting for his turn.
“Dammit!” I grumbled when I realized I didn’t have enough coins to pay for even the cheapest drink. I slapped and kicked the vendo in annoyance, vowing to hurt Nino the same way until he promised to stop hoarding my loose coins—
“Here, let me.”
I was stunned when Piano Man casually reached out and pushed me aside, then just as smoothly fed the machine with a crisp 1,000 yen note.
“You’re Sakurai Sho, right?” he asked while pressing the button for a can of soda. “What are you having?” This time, the man actually turned to me and attempted a smile that barely moved his lips.
I narrowed my eyes at him, trying not to delight too much at the fact that he knew my name. “Don’t bother.”
Piano Man shrugged and turned his attention back to the machine. “Suit yourself.” He pressed another button that sent his drink tumbling down to the slot.
And somewhere between him crouching to the floor to get his soda and his change rattling noisily into the change slot, I decided I have had enough of this man and his dismissive, arrogant treatment of everyone and everything in his path. Like we’re nothing more than a bunch of slobs unworthy of his precious attention.
My jaws tightened as I clenched my fists around the annoyance that had been growing inside me since the first time our eyes met.
There was suddenly nothing more I wanted, nothing else that mattered more than breaking a bone or two on his face—
“Sakurai-kun,” Piano Man said, his voice eerily calm as he stood up and popped his soda can open. “You’ve been watching me... haven’t you?” He threw a guileless smile my way, as though he hadn’t just literally embarrassed me, before turning around and walking back into the Music Room.
I tried not to gape like a petrified fish as I pulled my wits back together.
“Don’t flatter yourself, asshole,” I mumbled and glared into nothing, knowing full well I would still be coming here tomorrow to make a bigger fool of myself.
Chapter Two >>>>>
***Thanks for reading! This is a collaborative project between
shilriarizz and me. Next part will be posted at shil’s journal. Do watch out for it, ne. <333
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Date: 2013-11-22 12:16 am (UTC)Will read this when I get home tonight..
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Date: 2013-11-22 01:11 am (UTC)*sits up attentively with a plate of brownies* ME LIKE.
This is looking very interesting. I'm looking forward to next next chapters. Thanks for sharing~~~
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Date: 2013-11-22 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-22 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-22 03:25 am (UTC)so little time, so many yama fics to read in my list >___<
and two of my most favourite yama-fic authors writing a collaborative fic! that's awesome! ♥♥♥
thank you so much for all the fics you write, I'll comment when I finish reading them later :) *lots of hugs ♥♥♥
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Date: 2013-11-22 04:55 am (UTC)thanks for sharing..
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Date: 2013-11-22 08:11 am (UTC)I have been wanting this for yama fics and finally!!! (；▽；)♡
And this is very interesting! Though Sho is the delinquent in the story, I have a feeling that Ohno will be the evil one here XD. I love badass!O so can't help not to think it like that XD. And.... Ohno being the Piano Man. Well, I have always thought piano suits Sho best so it's kinda hard to imagine at first. But I love to imagine something hard as long as it is yama XD♡
Thank you for this one~ Will wait for the next~ Good job for you two ♡
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Date: 2013-11-22 06:45 pm (UTC)Ooh, what will happen next? Love to read more! I like the setting of this AU. Jun and Sho really can't do backflips. xD
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Date: 2013-11-27 01:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-11-28 02:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-05 12:16 pm (UTC)Thank youuu~ <333
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Date: 2013-12-18 02:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-18 08:29 am (UTC)I can really see Sho's pissed face while reading this xD
Thankz for sharing x3
*fly to the next chapter*
-pz-