[Arashi] True Face (3/?)
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neko_kirin3104Title: True Face (3/?)
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shilriarizz + neko_kirin3104
Pairing: Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Word Count: 1996 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.
01 | 02
03
I never thought I’d actually go along with this. But it didn’t feel so bad.
In fact, compared to listening to him play from the other side of the door like some desperate stalker in denial, I’d say my position right now was way better. For one, my legs wouldn’t get tired anymore ‘cause Piano Man—no, OHNO-SAN, himself had placed a chair beside the grand piano, close to the treble end, and insisted that I sat there like doing otherwise would lead to dire and bruising consequences.
I couldn’t even begin to describe it, this kind of effect he had on me. Even as I sat down scowling and trying hard not to pop my bottle of tea open with my fist, even as he sat down at the piano and smiled at me like he hadn’t just practically dragged me into this room, and even as he told me to listen carefully to the piano piece he had been practicing all week, I remained baffled by this guy and how he seemed to hold my balls at the palm of his hands.
Now, when the hell did that happen?!
“You’re not paying attention, Sakurai-kun,” Ohno-san suddenly said, pulling me right out of my mesmerized scrutiny of his lithe and graceful fingers on the piano keys. The music that I had barely been listening to stopped, plunging the room in an almost suffocating silence that made me gulp and catch my breath.
Well, catching my breath was mostly because he was looking at me again with those eyes, with the same kind of intensity he used to lure me, threaten me, into coming to this room and sitting right on this chair to watch him make music so effortlessly, it was almost unreal! The way he moved his body to the lively rhythm, jolting and swaying with every rise and fall of each spirited note he tapped on the keyboard; the way he bopped his head, closed his eyes and smiled animatedly to himself as the bustling melody bounced around, almost literally, from his hands; the way he—
I had to stop that train of thought and blink. So, I hadn’t been paying attention to the music, after all...
But what did this guy want me to say, seriously? What could I say that he hadn’t heard before? And what the hell was I still doing here anyway?!
“I’m leaving,” I announced with as much finality as I could manage, bolting out of my seat and heading for the door before I spontaneously combust from the combined forces of my annoyance, shame, and pure horrified confusion at what this guy was doing to me.
“It’s a pity,” Ohno Satoshi said, just as soon as I laid my slightly trembling hand on the door knob. “Being Ogura Tomoaki-san’s grandson, I’d have thought you’d be more interested in music.”
*Ba-dump*
My heart had almost literally dropped to my gut. So this guy did know me, though at the same time he didn’t really know me at all.
He did not, for one, know how I hated being associated with anything that had to do with my grandfather. The man that all of Japan once held in such high esteem for his exceptional skills in music. I could remember people saying how that old man could make magic as soon as his hands glided though the keys; how he could hold a spell over anyone foolish enough to listen to his music, long after he had stopped playing.
I should know. I was one of those fools. And I’d say I had the brunt of it for being close enough to him to have spent whole afternoons and weekends at the grand piano together. He had singlehandedly taught me how to make beautiful music, and I paid attention, not because he was my grandpa, but because he made me believe in music itself.
He’s changed now, though. He wasn’t the old man I used to adore all those years ago. He had stopped making music, too, and seemed to have made it his sole life purpose to pull me into the same boring path he had chosen to take instead.
And having this guy, this Piano Man, talk to me like he knew me just because he thought he knew my grandfather just gave me more reasons to hate his presumptuous guts.
Without even bothering to turn around, I took a deep breath and grunted, “Not all of us needs music to live, Ohno-san,” before opening the door and stepping out, my whole body numbing up and shuddering from the onslaught of emotions I couldn’t even begin to sort through.
“It doesn’t always have to be about the music,” I thought I heard him quip softly before the door closed between us.
I didn’t think about it anymore as I walked down the hall, determined to let this be the last time I would ever walk this path.
Nino was right, after all. Ohno Satoshi was trouble.
*
“You’re home early.”
I gave a start when I walked into the living room and saw grandpa sitting on his favorite armchair. I had gotten so used to coming home to an empty house that having someone there to welcome me today felt so off, I almost forgot my manners.
“Tadaima,” I mumbled, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under the old man’s scrutiny. Which part of my appearance was he going to take a jab at this time? Last weekend, he actually asked me to pull my shirt up at the dinner table to show him my belly ring, consequently remarking what a waste it was to get a piercing somewhere people couldn’t see when I refused to embarrass myself in front of my meal.
Why was he even here at this hour anyway? He usually stayed at his office till well into the night on weekdays, minding the business he had inherited from his parents like he had been doing so for the past several years.
Then again, why was I here? It’s only five o’clock in the afternoon and I should’ve still been out wasting away somewhere else.
But I had just lied about not feeling well to Nino and Jun, who made it too obvious that they didn’t believe me anyway by patting my shoulders and grinning like they knew better.
That lie didn’t even take an hour to come around and bite me in the ass.
“What time is it already?” Grandpa said, looking at his watch, “Ah. It’s 5. It’s surprising how your hair is still sticking up like a porcupine. What do you put in it anyway? Care to tell Grandpa yo—“
The smile apparent with the way my old man spoke annoyed me and I automatically narrowed my eyes at him stopping him from talking. I can’t tell if he’s attempting a conversation or just teasing me but I want no part of it. He didn’t push any further when I began heading towards my own room, locking myself in.
I was actually considering talking to my grandpa properly the next time we meet. It’s all because of Ohno-san, that I had just spent the whole walk home immersing myself in memories of those weekday afternoons we used to spend together when I was younger.
But the moment he made a jab on my hair, I lost all desire to even try to reconnect with him.
When I finally found it in me to overlook that terrible statement he used to start a conversation with me, I opened the door and stepped out of my room.
That was probably the worst mistake I’ve ever made in my entire life.
The old geezer was sitting on the couch and was, without a doubt, watching the new maid’s ass as she mopped the floor. Whatever happened to the grandfather I looked up to? When had he become such a pervert?!
I walked back to my room, deliberately slamming the door behind me before slumping on my bed.
I’d take an afternoon with Ohno-san over this any day.
*
That night, I dreamt of Piano Man smirking at me, his words from the previous day echoing in my head—
“It’s a pity... I’d have thought you’d be more interested....”
---along with the image of my perverted grandfather peeping on the extremely oblivious new maid.
The following afternoon, I found myself on the same chair beside the grand piano, seconds after Ohno-san had suddenly appeared outside of my last class and practically dragged me back to this room again. But not before almost literally freezing both Nino and Jun where they stood with the briefest withering glare, “Sakurai-kun owes me.”
“Wait, what?!” I tried to protest. “I don’t owe you anything!”
“You haven’t properly listened to my piece yet,” Ohno said, pulling me down the corridor amidst a crowd of students who were starting to take notice of our unlikely closeness. “Don’t embarrass yourself, Sakurai-kun.”
I huffed inwardly and pulled my arm from his grip. “Fine,” I hissed, walking beside him now like we had been friends for a long time, my shuddering fists buried deep inside my pockets.
He offered me tea. I refused, wanting this to be the last time I would ever have to put up with this.
We got to the room and he made me sit on the same chair, asking if I was comfortable enough, and present enough to listen properly this time.
I couldn’t help scowling as he played the same piece he did yesterday. But then, it gradually dawned on me how familiar this song was—a nostalgic melody buried deep in my memories--and my frown began to subside with each fast-moving note he flicked with his fingers.
I knew this song! Dammit! I used to play it myself! I even helped make it the way it was!
Once again, Ohno-san had managed to stir unwanted memories of my younger years in my head. And I found myself hating him more for it. And I really should be leaving now but, for some odd reason, I couldn’t.
Not when everything about him seemed so startlingly fascinating that it’s just making it all the more annoyingly true how close this guy was to getting me all wrapped up in his devious little finger.
The way his body moved in a more fluid sway than yesterday; the way his fingers skimmed more gracefully over the keys; the way he smiled and occasionally stole glances at me to make sure I was still paying attention...
This man was obviously teasing me, and I couldn’t even move to save myself!
Sakurai Sho, what the hell is wrong with you?!
My temper and discomfort soared so high with such disturbing thoughts, that when he finished playing and looked expectantly at me, I wanted to do nothing more than to bite his head off.
“Well?”
“It’s no good,” I said, trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about. “You did it too fast, and too forcibly. That’s not how that song is supposed to be played. I couldn’t feel anything from it other than your own self-centered need to show off.”
I sneered at the way his eyes twitched in annoyance.
“You do know your music, Sakurai-kun,“ he responded with his own venomous smirk. It took everything I had not to gulp; especially when he stood up and gestured for me to take his seat. “Why don’t you show me then, how this song is supposed to be played? I’m sure you could do it perfectly; after all, ‘One Love’ is one of your grandfather’s compositions, right?”
I tried to keep a straight-face while my heart went on to skip beats I couldn’t even begin to count. ‘One Love’ was more than just my grandfather’s song. “That’ll cost you more than tea, Ohno-san.”
Before I knew it, I was bolting out of the door again, this time more determined never to look back.
tbc~
Chapter 04 >>>>
***This is the piano piece that Ohno-san played, more or less. xD
***Thanks very much for reading! Look forward to the next chapter @ Shil’s blog, ne~! <3
Authors:
shilriarizz + neko_kirin3104Pairing: Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Word Count: 1996 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.
01 | 02
03
I never thought I’d actually go along with this. But it didn’t feel so bad.
In fact, compared to listening to him play from the other side of the door like some desperate stalker in denial, I’d say my position right now was way better. For one, my legs wouldn’t get tired anymore ‘cause Piano Man—no, OHNO-SAN, himself had placed a chair beside the grand piano, close to the treble end, and insisted that I sat there like doing otherwise would lead to dire and bruising consequences.
I couldn’t even begin to describe it, this kind of effect he had on me. Even as I sat down scowling and trying hard not to pop my bottle of tea open with my fist, even as he sat down at the piano and smiled at me like he hadn’t just practically dragged me into this room, and even as he told me to listen carefully to the piano piece he had been practicing all week, I remained baffled by this guy and how he seemed to hold my balls at the palm of his hands.
Now, when the hell did that happen?!
“You’re not paying attention, Sakurai-kun,” Ohno-san suddenly said, pulling me right out of my mesmerized scrutiny of his lithe and graceful fingers on the piano keys. The music that I had barely been listening to stopped, plunging the room in an almost suffocating silence that made me gulp and catch my breath.
Well, catching my breath was mostly because he was looking at me again with those eyes, with the same kind of intensity he used to lure me, threaten me, into coming to this room and sitting right on this chair to watch him make music so effortlessly, it was almost unreal! The way he moved his body to the lively rhythm, jolting and swaying with every rise and fall of each spirited note he tapped on the keyboard; the way he bopped his head, closed his eyes and smiled animatedly to himself as the bustling melody bounced around, almost literally, from his hands; the way he—
I had to stop that train of thought and blink. So, I hadn’t been paying attention to the music, after all...
But what did this guy want me to say, seriously? What could I say that he hadn’t heard before? And what the hell was I still doing here anyway?!
“I’m leaving,” I announced with as much finality as I could manage, bolting out of my seat and heading for the door before I spontaneously combust from the combined forces of my annoyance, shame, and pure horrified confusion at what this guy was doing to me.
“It’s a pity,” Ohno Satoshi said, just as soon as I laid my slightly trembling hand on the door knob. “Being Ogura Tomoaki-san’s grandson, I’d have thought you’d be more interested in music.”
*Ba-dump*
My heart had almost literally dropped to my gut. So this guy did know me, though at the same time he didn’t really know me at all.
He did not, for one, know how I hated being associated with anything that had to do with my grandfather. The man that all of Japan once held in such high esteem for his exceptional skills in music. I could remember people saying how that old man could make magic as soon as his hands glided though the keys; how he could hold a spell over anyone foolish enough to listen to his music, long after he had stopped playing.
I should know. I was one of those fools. And I’d say I had the brunt of it for being close enough to him to have spent whole afternoons and weekends at the grand piano together. He had singlehandedly taught me how to make beautiful music, and I paid attention, not because he was my grandpa, but because he made me believe in music itself.
He’s changed now, though. He wasn’t the old man I used to adore all those years ago. He had stopped making music, too, and seemed to have made it his sole life purpose to pull me into the same boring path he had chosen to take instead.
And having this guy, this Piano Man, talk to me like he knew me just because he thought he knew my grandfather just gave me more reasons to hate his presumptuous guts.
Without even bothering to turn around, I took a deep breath and grunted, “Not all of us needs music to live, Ohno-san,” before opening the door and stepping out, my whole body numbing up and shuddering from the onslaught of emotions I couldn’t even begin to sort through.
“It doesn’t always have to be about the music,” I thought I heard him quip softly before the door closed between us.
I didn’t think about it anymore as I walked down the hall, determined to let this be the last time I would ever walk this path.
Nino was right, after all. Ohno Satoshi was trouble.
*
“You’re home early.”
I gave a start when I walked into the living room and saw grandpa sitting on his favorite armchair. I had gotten so used to coming home to an empty house that having someone there to welcome me today felt so off, I almost forgot my manners.
“Tadaima,” I mumbled, suddenly feeling uncomfortable under the old man’s scrutiny. Which part of my appearance was he going to take a jab at this time? Last weekend, he actually asked me to pull my shirt up at the dinner table to show him my belly ring, consequently remarking what a waste it was to get a piercing somewhere people couldn’t see when I refused to embarrass myself in front of my meal.
Why was he even here at this hour anyway? He usually stayed at his office till well into the night on weekdays, minding the business he had inherited from his parents like he had been doing so for the past several years.
Then again, why was I here? It’s only five o’clock in the afternoon and I should’ve still been out wasting away somewhere else.
But I had just lied about not feeling well to Nino and Jun, who made it too obvious that they didn’t believe me anyway by patting my shoulders and grinning like they knew better.
That lie didn’t even take an hour to come around and bite me in the ass.
“What time is it already?” Grandpa said, looking at his watch, “Ah. It’s 5. It’s surprising how your hair is still sticking up like a porcupine. What do you put in it anyway? Care to tell Grandpa yo—“
The smile apparent with the way my old man spoke annoyed me and I automatically narrowed my eyes at him stopping him from talking. I can’t tell if he’s attempting a conversation or just teasing me but I want no part of it. He didn’t push any further when I began heading towards my own room, locking myself in.
I was actually considering talking to my grandpa properly the next time we meet. It’s all because of Ohno-san, that I had just spent the whole walk home immersing myself in memories of those weekday afternoons we used to spend together when I was younger.
But the moment he made a jab on my hair, I lost all desire to even try to reconnect with him.
When I finally found it in me to overlook that terrible statement he used to start a conversation with me, I opened the door and stepped out of my room.
That was probably the worst mistake I’ve ever made in my entire life.
The old geezer was sitting on the couch and was, without a doubt, watching the new maid’s ass as she mopped the floor. Whatever happened to the grandfather I looked up to? When had he become such a pervert?!
I walked back to my room, deliberately slamming the door behind me before slumping on my bed.
I’d take an afternoon with Ohno-san over this any day.
*
That night, I dreamt of Piano Man smirking at me, his words from the previous day echoing in my head—
“It’s a pity... I’d have thought you’d be more interested....”
---along with the image of my perverted grandfather peeping on the extremely oblivious new maid.
The following afternoon, I found myself on the same chair beside the grand piano, seconds after Ohno-san had suddenly appeared outside of my last class and practically dragged me back to this room again. But not before almost literally freezing both Nino and Jun where they stood with the briefest withering glare, “Sakurai-kun owes me.”
“Wait, what?!” I tried to protest. “I don’t owe you anything!”
“You haven’t properly listened to my piece yet,” Ohno said, pulling me down the corridor amidst a crowd of students who were starting to take notice of our unlikely closeness. “Don’t embarrass yourself, Sakurai-kun.”
I huffed inwardly and pulled my arm from his grip. “Fine,” I hissed, walking beside him now like we had been friends for a long time, my shuddering fists buried deep inside my pockets.
He offered me tea. I refused, wanting this to be the last time I would ever have to put up with this.
We got to the room and he made me sit on the same chair, asking if I was comfortable enough, and present enough to listen properly this time.
I couldn’t help scowling as he played the same piece he did yesterday. But then, it gradually dawned on me how familiar this song was—a nostalgic melody buried deep in my memories--and my frown began to subside with each fast-moving note he flicked with his fingers.
I knew this song! Dammit! I used to play it myself! I even helped make it the way it was!
Once again, Ohno-san had managed to stir unwanted memories of my younger years in my head. And I found myself hating him more for it. And I really should be leaving now but, for some odd reason, I couldn’t.
Not when everything about him seemed so startlingly fascinating that it’s just making it all the more annoyingly true how close this guy was to getting me all wrapped up in his devious little finger.
The way his body moved in a more fluid sway than yesterday; the way his fingers skimmed more gracefully over the keys; the way he smiled and occasionally stole glances at me to make sure I was still paying attention...
This man was obviously teasing me, and I couldn’t even move to save myself!
Sakurai Sho, what the hell is wrong with you?!
My temper and discomfort soared so high with such disturbing thoughts, that when he finished playing and looked expectantly at me, I wanted to do nothing more than to bite his head off.
“Well?”
“It’s no good,” I said, trying to sound like I knew what I was talking about. “You did it too fast, and too forcibly. That’s not how that song is supposed to be played. I couldn’t feel anything from it other than your own self-centered need to show off.”
I sneered at the way his eyes twitched in annoyance.
“You do know your music, Sakurai-kun,“ he responded with his own venomous smirk. It took everything I had not to gulp; especially when he stood up and gestured for me to take his seat. “Why don’t you show me then, how this song is supposed to be played? I’m sure you could do it perfectly; after all, ‘One Love’ is one of your grandfather’s compositions, right?”
I tried to keep a straight-face while my heart went on to skip beats I couldn’t even begin to count. ‘One Love’ was more than just my grandfather’s song. “That’ll cost you more than tea, Ohno-san.”
Before I knew it, I was bolting out of the door again, this time more determined never to look back.
tbc~
Chapter 04 >>>>
***This is the piano piece that Ohno-san played, more or less. xD
***Thanks very much for reading! Look forward to the next chapter @ Shil’s blog, ne~! <3
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Date: 2013-12-18 03:52 am (UTC)Looking forward to the next chapter! ♡
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Date: 2014-01-04 07:06 am (UTC)Hm, about Sho's past. It's probably not as bad as it seems at this point. And Ohno does have kind of a connection with Sho, though not necessarily with Sho's past. But don't worry about it, ne. Everything will be made clear enough in the succeeding chapters. ^___^<3
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Date: 2014-01-04 07:07 am (UTC)Thanks so much for reading~! <333
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Date: 2013-12-18 09:15 pm (UTC)Something happened to Sho before..?
Love it! Next chap please!
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Date: 2014-01-04 07:09 am (UTC)Hmmm... Something's up with Sho-chan, but it's probably not as bad as it seems at this point. The succeeding chapters will make things clear enough, ne~
Thank you very much for reading~! <333
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Date: 2014-01-04 06:26 pm (UTC)I really love the way Ohno 'controls' Sho's feeling and makes him desperate *smirk* >:D
XDD
Thanks for sharing this x3 <3
-pz-
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Date: 2014-01-04 07:11 pm (UTC)Thank you very much for reading this chapter~! <333