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[Arashi] At Every Turn - Almost Yama (3/4)
Title: At Every Turn – Almost Yama (3/4)
Group/pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: Crash
Word Count: 998
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Summary: It was never chance that led Satoshi Ohno to Sho Sakurai’s path. Even as a dolphin, a samurai, or an idol, he knew they were bound to be together, to support and protect each other at every turn...
Notes: Inspired by a prompt from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
rainbowfilling, and Satoshi Ohno talking about his past lives on Arashi Discovery 2013.02.18.
Note 2: Purely fictional, of course. :3
x3
His third life was that of an idol. It was all the world he knew, and all the life he never needed. But it was his own pride and ambition that propelled him deeper into the chasm that was the life of an entertainer, and he eventually got too invested in it that he never really knew how to get out anymore, even if he wanted to.
There was also the compelling need to stay for the very same reason that got him here in the first place.
Here. In Arashi.
“Satoshi-kun...?”
He snapped out of his silent reverie when he heard the now too familiar croon on the other line. He held the phone away from his ear a moment to give himself a chance to take a deep breath, to calm himself, and gather up the courage to keep moving forward. He could not back down on this now. He had wasted too many chances in this lifetime alone.
He pressed the phone back to his ear and spoke, “Sho-chan, where are you?”
“In the car,” the younger guy on the other line replied. “On the way home. Are you checking up on me?”
The lilting chuckle that filled his ear made Satoshi’s heart miss a beat. He was suddenly filled with a rush of nostalgic feeling he could not quite place. Like he had heard the sound a hundred times before, though on a different key, in a different circumstance.
A very distant life...
“Can you... turn back?” he asked, suddenly filled with dread, his plea unintentionally bordering on desperation.
It wasn’t really what he had wanted to say.
“Why?” Even that one-word reply was filled with unmistakable worry, as was to be expected from Sho Sakurai. “Did you need a ride?”
The kindness in that voice, the concern in those words, the generally calming effect the guy had always had on him... Everything about it felt like an echo of a past that was struggling to re-surface in his memories, but couldn’t quite find an equal plain to settle in.
“No,” he said, feeling more confused than calm. “There’s just something I wanted to talk to you about. And I can’t say it on the phone.”
But he was so totally going to confess on the phone. Initially, anyway. That was the plan. He didn’t have enough courage yet to say the words tête-à-tête.
“Well, can’t it wait until tomorrow?” the younger guy asked with a hint of uncertainty.
“No. Not really.” The urgency began to fill Satoshi up again. And it did not even have anything to do with what he wanted to say. He just really felt like Sho should come back to him. That if he did not convince the younger guy this time, there was no way he could save him.
But then, save him from what exactly?
“Satoshi-kun, I’m sorry but I’m really tired,” the whiny voice on the other line only added to his anxiety. He could almost feel those distinct sloping shoulders shrugging with the deep sigh that accompanied the apologetic response.
“Oh,” was all he managed to say, his mind instantly going into overdrive, thinking up other ways to make his kouhai come back to shore.
To shore...
To him...
So he could protect him...
So he could—
“Hey, listen,” Sho was saying now, again with that lilt in his voice. “Why don’t you come over to my place instead?”
Just like this guy to instantly work out a compromise so Satoshi did not feel so bad about his rejected request.
He was starting to feel stupid for getting all worked up over nothing, though pacifying his erratic heartbeat was an entirely separate matter. Sho Sakurai’s voice and his thoughtful suggestions had always given him the vague impression of sakura leaves rustling over a quiet spring.
Yet, for some reason, Sho Sakurai had twice failed to calm him down today.
This fear that had suddenly overwhelmed him, though seemingly baseless, was doubtlessly potent.
“I’ll wait for you,” his kouhai was saying.
“Hai,” he barely whispered a reply.
Silence followed, like it always did, as the two of them waited for the other to cut the line first. Soft chuckles ensued, which only sent more chilling nostalgia down his spine. He stopped abruptly.
“Satoshi-kun?” Sho chirped when the laughter died down.
“Hm?” he mumbled, itching once again to persuade the younger guy to turn back, though he knew it would be futile.
“Thank you,” came the unexpected response, completely out of nowhere. “For always looking out for me. For everything.”
And he felt an ache in his heart, because it reminded him all over again why he had loved this guy for so many years—
The one person that had been the reason that got him saying, Yes, he would like to go to Hawaii.
The same person that had been his reason for staying all this time...
And yet, in spite of this, he had not been able to say the single word that spoke of everything he ever felt about his Sho-chan.
He had let too many opportunities pass.
Through the years...
Across lifetimes...
Sho Sakurai never made it home.
And Satoshi Ohno heard it all, each horrific sound resonating like a badly orchestrated nightmare from his mobile phone.
Sho calling out his manager’s name in horror.
The thundering blow horn of an unmistakably bigger vehicle.
The earsplitting squeals of tires on the ground.
The heart-wrenching screams.
The scrunching din of metal crashing against metal...
Of metal slamming and screeching against the ground—
Every single sound felt like a painful bite to his skin, that he barely had strength nor senses left when he finally lost hold on the phone and fell to his knees, wailing out his beloved’s name.
He never stopped mourning for his lost love. His lost chance.
And this was the tragic memory, the only memory that he took with him in limbo when death finally claimed him in old age.
Previous: At Every Turn – The Warrior and The Tree
Next: At Every Turn – A Boy and His Pet
Group/pairing: Arashi/Yama Pair (Ohno/Sho)
Prompt: Crash
Word Count: 998
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Angst
Summary: It was never chance that led Satoshi Ohno to Sho Sakurai’s path. Even as a dolphin, a samurai, or an idol, he knew they were bound to be together, to support and protect each other at every turn...
Notes: Inspired by a prompt from
rainbowfilling, and Satoshi Ohno talking about his past lives on Arashi Discovery 2013.02.18. Note 2: Purely fictional, of course. :3
Warning: Character death [x4]
T.T
T.T
x3
His third life was that of an idol. It was all the world he knew, and all the life he never needed. But it was his own pride and ambition that propelled him deeper into the chasm that was the life of an entertainer, and he eventually got too invested in it that he never really knew how to get out anymore, even if he wanted to.
There was also the compelling need to stay for the very same reason that got him here in the first place.
Here. In Arashi.
“Satoshi-kun...?”
He snapped out of his silent reverie when he heard the now too familiar croon on the other line. He held the phone away from his ear a moment to give himself a chance to take a deep breath, to calm himself, and gather up the courage to keep moving forward. He could not back down on this now. He had wasted too many chances in this lifetime alone.
He pressed the phone back to his ear and spoke, “Sho-chan, where are you?”
“In the car,” the younger guy on the other line replied. “On the way home. Are you checking up on me?”
The lilting chuckle that filled his ear made Satoshi’s heart miss a beat. He was suddenly filled with a rush of nostalgic feeling he could not quite place. Like he had heard the sound a hundred times before, though on a different key, in a different circumstance.
A very distant life...
“Can you... turn back?” he asked, suddenly filled with dread, his plea unintentionally bordering on desperation.
It wasn’t really what he had wanted to say.
“Why?” Even that one-word reply was filled with unmistakable worry, as was to be expected from Sho Sakurai. “Did you need a ride?”
The kindness in that voice, the concern in those words, the generally calming effect the guy had always had on him... Everything about it felt like an echo of a past that was struggling to re-surface in his memories, but couldn’t quite find an equal plain to settle in.
“No,” he said, feeling more confused than calm. “There’s just something I wanted to talk to you about. And I can’t say it on the phone.”
But he was so totally going to confess on the phone. Initially, anyway. That was the plan. He didn’t have enough courage yet to say the words tête-à-tête.
“Well, can’t it wait until tomorrow?” the younger guy asked with a hint of uncertainty.
“No. Not really.” The urgency began to fill Satoshi up again. And it did not even have anything to do with what he wanted to say. He just really felt like Sho should come back to him. That if he did not convince the younger guy this time, there was no way he could save him.
But then, save him from what exactly?
“Satoshi-kun, I’m sorry but I’m really tired,” the whiny voice on the other line only added to his anxiety. He could almost feel those distinct sloping shoulders shrugging with the deep sigh that accompanied the apologetic response.
“Oh,” was all he managed to say, his mind instantly going into overdrive, thinking up other ways to make his kouhai come back to shore.
To shore...
To him...
So he could protect him...
So he could—
“Hey, listen,” Sho was saying now, again with that lilt in his voice. “Why don’t you come over to my place instead?”
Just like this guy to instantly work out a compromise so Satoshi did not feel so bad about his rejected request.
He was starting to feel stupid for getting all worked up over nothing, though pacifying his erratic heartbeat was an entirely separate matter. Sho Sakurai’s voice and his thoughtful suggestions had always given him the vague impression of sakura leaves rustling over a quiet spring.
Yet, for some reason, Sho Sakurai had twice failed to calm him down today.
This fear that had suddenly overwhelmed him, though seemingly baseless, was doubtlessly potent.
“I’ll wait for you,” his kouhai was saying.
“Hai,” he barely whispered a reply.
Silence followed, like it always did, as the two of them waited for the other to cut the line first. Soft chuckles ensued, which only sent more chilling nostalgia down his spine. He stopped abruptly.
“Satoshi-kun?” Sho chirped when the laughter died down.
“Hm?” he mumbled, itching once again to persuade the younger guy to turn back, though he knew it would be futile.
“Thank you,” came the unexpected response, completely out of nowhere. “For always looking out for me. For everything.”
And he felt an ache in his heart, because it reminded him all over again why he had loved this guy for so many years—
The one person that had been the reason that got him saying, Yes, he would like to go to Hawaii.
The same person that had been his reason for staying all this time...
And yet, in spite of this, he had not been able to say the single word that spoke of everything he ever felt about his Sho-chan.
He had let too many opportunities pass.
Through the years...
Across lifetimes...
Sho Sakurai never made it home.
And Satoshi Ohno heard it all, each horrific sound resonating like a badly orchestrated nightmare from his mobile phone.
Sho calling out his manager’s name in horror.
The thundering blow horn of an unmistakably bigger vehicle.
The earsplitting squeals of tires on the ground.
The heart-wrenching screams.
The scrunching din of metal crashing against metal...
Of metal slamming and screeching against the ground—
Every single sound felt like a painful bite to his skin, that he barely had strength nor senses left when he finally lost hold on the phone and fell to his knees, wailing out his beloved’s name.
He never stopped mourning for his lost love. His lost chance.
And this was the tragic memory, the only memory that he took with him in limbo when death finally claimed him in old age.
∞
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