[Fic] L'ala Di Un Angelo (Angel's Wings)

[nilielh]

Title : [Fic] L’ala Di Un Angelo (Angel's Wings) 1
Rating : PG?
Pairing: Ohno/Nino
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : Nino moves into a new apartment but soon realizes it is haunted. Or so he thought.

“It’s clean, it’s spacious, it’s fully – furnished and most of all –” the agent said gleefully, pausing in mid-sentence as he started twirling his pen in between his fingers while managing his ‘Salesman of the year award’ smile. Nino waited impatiently but didn’t do more than threw the scheming bastard a smirk of his own.

“What?” he said around a tight, almost feline smile and tried ignoring the agent’s provocative winking. He sighed and just opted on waiting, because as much as he hated being lead on, he knew he didn’t have that much choices left since he had to move out from his current apartment as soon as possible.

With another toothy smile, the salesman nodded. “ – it’s CHEAP, just the way I know you like it; only 10000 Yen every month including water and electricity. …” he said with a grin that Nino was afraid might split his face in half.

“What?! Are you kidding me? For an apartment this big? Only 10000?!”

The agent shrugged, checking his fingernails. “Yeah. You asked for the cheapest one, right? I actually didn’t want to put this up for rent because we still need to fix some of the electric cabling in the smaller room and in the kitchen but you said it’s okay, we could deal with it later. So here it is – it’s still your choice in the end though… are you going to take it or are you going to take it?” he added with another of his sly, annoying smiles.  

He looked around, his eyes narrowing speculatively before turning his gaze back onto the sales agent. Well, it’s really not bad at all if he was going to be completely honest with himself; actually, this was the best one among the ones he’d checked since morning – and cheap, that’s certainly a big bonus. But still, he couldn’t help but feel a little suspicious.

“Are you sure no one was murdered here and you can assure me that no one’s going to eat me while I sleep?” he asked.

The sales agent had the grace to look fairly hurt. “Heck, no! If you don’t want it, that’s not a problem. I have clients waiting to see this one too, and I can assure you that they won’t hesitate taking this apartment at first glance. I showed this to you first, Ninomiya-san, because you practically begged me this morning. Now if you don’t want it, please excuse me so I could call my next cli –“

“Fine, fine,” Nino said hurriedly, reaching for his back pack and setting it down the table to retrieve his check book. “ – three months advance, three months deposit, right?”

“Oh, one month advance and one month deposit is okay, Ninomiya-san,” the agent replied and Nino looked up to meet the agent’s eyes. He was sure he saw something passed through the other man’s eyes but it was gone before he realized it. “ – well, since I’ve decided on helping you out, I think it’s better to do it all the way through the end, right?” he added with a soft, almost too-faked smile.

Nino nodded, but he still couldn’t find the heart to be grateful as he bowed a little. “O-Okay. Thanks.”

#

He moved the very same day, not even bothering bringing his old appliances and just sent them to his sister’s house; he didn’t really want to be reminded of the many things he was trying to forget up until now and also because he didn’t think it was necessary. The apartment was fully furnished after all, and it would only be a hassle to try and stuff his old things here.

His mother had insisted to come when he was settled and Nino happily informed her that he’d call when it’s okay for her to visit; he also didn’t want to worry his mother over his apparent stupidity.

His friends had made it a point to congratulate him for finally gathering enough brain cells to move out and had made him promise to invite them one of these days. Nino cursed at them playfully and told them that he would only do that if they promise to bring him presents. Jun curtly cursed back and told him he’d bring him his ‘only-saved-for-special-occasion’ pasta but only if he would stop being a brat. Nino told him he loved him too and hanged up.

Life was starting to look good.

But that was before he realized that something good and cheap always came with added extras.

#

“Masaki, are you sure I didn’t leave my DS there? I can’t find it,” he grouched as he paced around, trying to locate his DS after having to throw the contents of his backpack on the bed. He was sure though that he had put it in his bag before leaving Aiba’s apartment but he couldn’t find it now.

Aiba swore he looked just about everywhere, even the place he knew Nino didn’t go to when he was there. “Are you sure you left it here?”

A familiar sound of a character dying stopped him from swearing up and down, and following the sound from where it was coming from his own bedroom.

And there, sitting on the very center of his bed was his damn fucking piece of little shit.

“No, Aiba – my bad, the little shit is here,” he said with a sigh before hanging up.

#

He knew there was no reason to be scared of something he couldn’t see, most especially if he wasn’t even sure that it’s real. But something told him that he wasn’t just imagining things, or even hallucinating because clearly, the feeling that he wasn’t the only one living in that apartment and that there may be some other creatures living there with him seemed to be the perfect explanation to every single weird thing that had happened to him during the past few days.

Like that one time when he was sure he had neatly placed his favorite boxers in his underwear drawer but when he came back to take it after showering, he couldn’t find it; it took him merely two hours folding and unfolding each of piece of clothing he owned just to make sure he didn’t wrongly placed it to where it didn’t belong, but with no luck.

And when he decided to finally stop looking, flopping on his back and minutes away from tearing his hair out and crying, he spotted the bloody thing hanging on top of his WII console.

“What an annoying fuck,” he muttered under his breath and stood up to retrieve the underwear while looking around suspiciously. He whipped his head around when something rattled behind him, the sound possibly coming from under his bed. “ – what, are you going to make me disappear next time?!” he mused out loud.

It was at the same moment when his one piece manga collection started falling one by one from where they were neatly piled besides his game collections and he didn’t even make it out of his room as he ran out screaming like a school girl.

#

“I think its Toma-kun’s ghost,” Aiba stated between munches; a piece of fried chicken wing’s dangling at the corners of his mouth as he did so. Nino let out a disgusted sound from the back of his throat and threw his wet tissue right at Aiba’s face which the taller man received with a grin.

Somewhere from Aiba’s left, Jun grimaced. “Why the hell do you think it was Toma’s ghost when the bastard is still fucking alive?! Are you stupid or what?”

Aiba shrugged. “Why, isn’t it possible? Maybe Nino-chan preferred Toma-kun’s ghost rather than the annoying one,”

Nino huffed in annoyance and aimed a kick on Aiba’s bouncing legs. “Shut up, I am not that desperate okay? I thought you guys are my friend, why the hell are you trying to make me remember that asshole? And please, if you’re going to ask me to choose, I might probably choose this ghost over that sorry excuse of a human being….”

Jun grinned wickedly. “I bet you’d like it more if the ghost happened to give amazing head like Toma does, ne?”

Nino very nearly choked on his own spittle as Aiba and Jun doubled over in laughter.

“Oh, fuck you both!”

#

Nino couldn’t remember the time when the ghost had finally stopped being tremendously annoying. It was just one day, he realized that his precious belongings had stopped disappearing and the ghost had probably accepted the fact that Nino’s the new owner of the apartment now.

He’s mostly grateful but not for long when starting that same night, the ghost had found a new way to amuse itself by waking Nino up in the middle of a deep sleep, usually by tickling Nino’s toes or blowing cold air through Nino’s ears.

“I’m seriously considering calling a spirit expert to fucking drive you away if you don’t stop with that,” he growled under his  breath, annoyance overriding sleepiness as he felt the ghost’s tickling on his side before it disappeared. “ – seriously, if you don’t have any plans on doing anything besides tickling me, then you better stop before I do something you don’t want me to do.”

The ghost seemed to understand the threat underneath his words, leaving him alone for the rest of the night.

#

Kazu…

He opened his eyes to the sound of his name being spoken through the darkness, and the soft, feather-like touches across his cheek just moments ago felt strangely real. He groaned, curling and un-curling his fingers in what seemed like a weird attempt at telling that invisible presence to stop being such an asshole and just lay beside him already if it felt like it.

This had been happening for quite a while now and Nino’s getting tired with being woken up every night, at every same time.

He clicked his tongue in annoyance, rolling over his other side and letting the covers slide down his back, not even bothering tugging the sheets over him again; he’s still mostly annoyed but he couldn’t help but wonder whether those touches were real or just a product of his overly active imagination – or dream, or whatever the hell it’s called.

There was a slide of something cold and soft down the small of his back, and Nino’s eyes popped open in an instant, his body stilling in the same moment the touch returned, only this time he was sure it was with added pressure.

He gasped, willing himself to stay still, to not make a move even when the bed creaked behind him, and the invisible hand moved up to trace each bumps of Nino’s spine; he shivered uncontrollably, but he was sure it wasn’t because he was scared, but mostly because –

You said you want me here, the voice murmured against his ear and Nino had to bite back a moan when the words were whispered directly against the shell of his ear, making him tremble as the invisible presence planted itself firmly against Nino’s back, it’s fingers crawling their way around Nino’s thighs, and leaving delicious goose bumps on their wake. I’m here now, don’t be afraid – it said around a breathy chuckle and Nino could clearly imagine the teasing smile on its face.

The thing was, Nino’s pretty sure he wasn’t scared, that’s not even the case here; the problem maybe was the fact that he’d been dreading to wake up with someone wrapped around him, even if it meant asking for the impossible simply because he knew there’d be no one around to do that anymore.

But finding out that it’s a ghost (well, whatever the thing was he still wasn’t entirely sure), seemed to have added a bit more excitement to the whole affair.

He closed his eyes when he felt himself being tugged backwards, and the (not so) invisible presence’s had wormed his arms (well, Nino supposed they’re the arms, and if they’re not – oh god) around Nino’s body; Nino felt warm all of a sudden and it didn’t matter that he was being held close by something who might probably eat him alive the next moment, because there inside its arms, Nino felt safe.

He shifted a little, eyes still closed and imagining his head being tucked under someone’s chin, while that someone’s hold had tightened considerably around him. He sighed deeply, allowing a smile to bloom at the corners of his mouth when his imagination had quickly came to life and the invisible man’s hold around him had tightened just the way Nino liked it.

“ – ‘m not afraid of you, whoever or whatever you are,” he murmured to himself, trusting the invisible presence to know what he meant as he allowed his eyes to close once again.

That’s good, it said and Nino nodded sleepily, his eyes already drooping on their own. I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to… it added, almost like an afterthought; Nino chuckled sleepily.

Then his eyes popped open with a snigger. “You’re not going to eat me, are you?!”

The only answer he got was a seemingly quiet laughter before he was pulled inside its invisible arms.

Go back to sleep, Kazunari…

And he did.