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I’m actually alive and wanted to post something to celebrate, but. Anyway, here’s what I did so far- take it as a snippet of chap one ^_*.

Title: Don’t know yet
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Rating: R (for dark content)
Genre: Drama, angst, romance, smut.
Chapter: 3 chaps
Word Count: ~8000?
Disclaimer: Don’t own them; apparently, old fart Jani does.
Summary: Nino fucks with strangers. They leave marks on his body, ugly ones. Ohno notices. Trouble ensues.

It only takes one slip for one’s most sordid of secrets to be exposed.

For Nino, it happened on a night like any other. Same demanding schedule during tour, the usual ache spreading down his hip after a concert, or the habitual, pretentious hotel waiting for them in the heart of Sapporo. All of it as monotonous as expected. He should have been just as careful as well.
He had alleged to be in need of some fresh air, and decided to hail a cab instead of joining the others on the ride back from the dome. He did so at times, and no one, not even his control freak manager, bothered asking where he went, nor did anyone try and persuade him against it anymore. It was some sort of blank check that granted Nino the illusion of being free to do as he pleased, if only for a few hours.

Unfortunately or not, such concessions were about to crash into a concrete wall.

It happens by chance and after that one fateful escapade. Nearly four hours later, when Ohno leaves the lobby bar calling it a night, he happens to spot Nino barging into the hall, his pace hasty and face hidden under a baseball cap. Ohno hurries to join him on his way to the elevator, they greet each other in small hums.

Heavy, golden metal doors close in front of them, and the lift slides up the building in a silent, smooth motion. The blue led panel displays floor 4 when Ohno first lands his eyes on the mirrored walls. There’s a bruise in Nino’s left cheek.

It wasn’t there before, hasn’t even seen it till now, and somehow he gets the feeling Nino’s been keen on hiding it, never showing him that side of his face. It’s only thanks to the reflection that he’s discovered it.

Nino’s sly eyes shake him out of those contemplations. Linked to them through the mirror, the gaze he receives is deliberate, daring. Ohno doesn’t dare though, not even asking about it, and when the doors open again Nino is out and right into his room without a single goodbye gesture.

That wordless dialogue was something supposed to be avoided, just an accident that shouldn’t have happened, yet Ohno already knew.

Something was so very off.

Three weeks later they’ve changed cities, but the agenda remains the same as usual. That particular night though, Nino isn’t amongst them in the rental car, and inevitably, Ohno wonders.

This time around, it is not out of fortuity that he ends up bumping into Nino again. Neither would he care admitting he’s actually been on watch, being the one to use the excuse of the prized fresh air for a change in order to get the others off his back.

It’s past 1am when Nino eventually arrives, his pace faltering once he notices Ohno perched in the stairs to the back entrance. Nino barely acknowledges him on his way inside, and Ohno, rather bewildered at such reaction, follows suit. It hadn’t been an unfounded hunch, there’s definitely a recurrent, worrisome pattern coating Nino’s recent behavior. Wasn’t this guy all laughs this same evening?

Also… it’s not what he had hoped to see, but it doesn’t take him by surprise. There’s a new bruise on Nino’s face, and while Ohno feels concerned in the light of this new discovery, he doesn’t quite know how to react.

“Did you pick a fight?” he tries, with a hesitant shot at humor. “That’s so unlike you.”

“Yet I’m so unlike me at times.”

Was that supposed to be witty? Ohno is left beyond confused - baffled at the vague but undeniably cutting answer. He just stops short, refusing to follow Nino like a clown when he’s so clearly unwanted.

Later on, sprawled in a bed where slumber escapes him, he spends a ridiculous amount of time replaying the scene in his mind. He just doesn’t grasp what’s going on, and it makes him feel like a bothersome meddler. The way Nino has affronted him, twice now, just doesn’t sit right, and he cannot understand why Nino suddenly feels like bashing him in such blatant way.

It’s indeed a foreign experience, to be excluded like this, to feel hurt by Nino. He would rather forget it all and be back to how they interacted before, for he really doesn’t fancy the antagonistic drift they’re reaching.

He hadn’t meant to interfere in Nino’s issues again, not when he’d been shunned in such a blunt fashion. A phrase in the lines of mind your own fucking business, nosy moron wouldn’t have been more effective than the cold treatment he’d received.

But one day the staff physiotherapist calls for him in hushed gestures. Shigeo, Ohno’s almost sure that’s his name, drags him out of anyone’s earshot and spills his worries with no warning whatsoever.

“Ohno-san… not trying to be intrusive here, but you see… Ninomiya… Nino- well, he’s got this wounds all over. Every other day.”

He already knows about this, but tries to appear disconcerted at his words - which he actually is, because why would this guy involve him in Nino’s issues?

“I ask him about them, worried about his back condition you know? And he just gives me the slyest of answers. I- just… it’s not normal. Those kind marks on his body...” He doesn’t elaborate further, and Ohno empathizes, he doesn't wanna know either.

“Just wanted someone to be warned, someone sensible to keep an eye on him…  Please, don’t make a ruckus cause he’ll know it was me who told you and-... well you know.”

“Yeah… sure,” Ohno mutters, but he’s even more lost than he felt before.

He takes that vow to heart, assured that regardless of how Nino has acted towards him, Ohno is probably the only one able to help him at the moment. If only he knew how, if only Nino would just open up a bit.

Two days later they’re in the green room, getting dressed for Music Station. Nino is changing behind a clothes rail, and Ohno, right on the other side of the row of hung tuxedos, can't help looking his way, inspecting what little he can see through as Nino gets into a fitted, white linen shirt. A fresh wound opens due to his hasty movements, and Ohno fastens an eager hand onto the other's shoulder before it’s too late.

“You’ll stain the shirt,” he offers as an excuse for the sudden reaction. Indeed, there’s a bit of blood on his palm now - the split has become more pronounced.

Nino’s features can only manage a coward fear, a strain that mirrors his inner panic. That at least it’s some kind of advance. He’s not being the usual cocky jerk, and Ohno makes good use of this fleeting vulnerability.

“Let’s put a band-aid on that,” he says with all the resolve he can muster, and returns short after alcohol and gauze in hand.

Ohno heals the wound in total silence, not piquing anyone else’s interest in the process.

They’re in yet another city when Ohno catches Nino trying to slip away to his room. Once the rehearsals were over for the day, Nino had been nowhere to be found, and as expected, Ohno hadn't been misguided when feeling wary.

He’s been waiting for hours, managed to stay of suspicion altogether switching from one room to the other constantly, or making trips to the hall with the lamest excuses in order to have the corridor more or less monitored. But at last, there it is, his reward - a fidgety Nino trying to sneak up the stairs. How sad that he would come as far as to do exercise in order to prevent being spotted in the way to the lift. He must be trying to avoid the bar located next to it. Poor bastard.

Ohno is next to him in no time, climbing stairs like crazy to keep up with the other’s stormy pace. Ohno spots it in a single glance though.

His cheeckbone is tainted in purple.


“Some punk beat me for the sake of it okay.”

Again?” It comes in a rather stern tone.

“I was just trying to have a fucking drink. Now, let me sleep this.”

“You gotta be more careful… people will notice.”

“Is that right? Will make sure to use make up this time around.”

With that, he’s gone. The little shit still dares downplay him, mocking his concern in that laid-back tone. As if nothing was actually going on here. And what is it with the changing moods? Last time Nino acted like a hurt puppy, yet he’s back to the usual nasty pose.

But Ohno is determined, he’s not gonna surrender.

That’s all for now T_T Any thought, if there’s anyone out there? Guess I’ll be able to post this story in a decent manner sometime soon. Thanks for reading!

Date: 2016-11-29 12:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gambitsfox.livejournal.com
I loved it! Ninos secret needs to be found out soon before he really gets hurt. Keep after him Ohchan! πŸ’™πŸ’›

Date: 2016-11-29 12:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] gambitsfox.livejournal.com
Great art work btw! 😊

Date: 2016-12-07 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 801rabu.livejournal.com
Thanks a lot ^.^

Revealing that secret is gonna mess with them both a lot yay! Expect Ohno to get a bit violent too hahaha *_*"

Date: 2016-12-08 05:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] yaoilicious-53.livejournal.com
Ahhh why did it end there?! ;__;

It's a good preview! Please post the ficβ™‘

Date: 2016-12-10 01:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ichiigo-nee.livejournal.com
The artwork looks so good! I'm really loving how on point Nino's expression is, you captured his fragile look very well! Looking forward to the fic ^^
Edited Date: 2016-12-11 02:05 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-02-17 08:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mirenamatsumoto.livejournal.com
Hi ! I'm new here ^w^

I already know what you are doing but I never came to read what you write. But now I'm here xD And I really like this story, I look forward to discovering the sequel. Nino makes me feel sorry, go Ohno !
I will surely start reading "Monster", I would post a comment!
Also, I am totally in love with what you create, this is so beautiful ! β™₯

Sorry if I did some mistakes in English ^^'

Date: 2017-04-18 08:09 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] wjktl1999
Omg....please continue!!!!
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