Ten days, eight hours, twenty five minutes

[nilielh]

Title : [Fic] Ten days, eight hours, twenty five minutes
Rating : PG
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : On the day Japan was hit by a massive earthquake and tsunami, the Jimusho gathered all of its artist for a headcount. All were present except for one : Arashi's Leader, Ohno Satoshi, was missing.
Word count : around  1050 words
Note : This took place during the 2011 earthquake.

 

Day One

 

Exactly five seconds after he received the notification on his phone, it rang; it was his manager.

"Hell -"

"Ninomiya-kun?" the older man hashed out from the other end, sounding even more stressed than usual and Nino was briefly given exactly two seconds to wonder and another second to mumble his response before the older man was speaking again. "You're still in TBS, right?" he was asked, with which he replied with a distracted, yeah, before the older man was talking again.

"Stay there," his manager told him, "I'm on my way to get you," was what the older man said and promptly hang up before he could even ask him what was wrong.

+

 

Two minutes after his manager called, his phone was ringing again.

It was Jun.

"Nino, where are you?"

"In TBS still," he returned, confused; just then, the door to the dressing room opened abruptly, revealing a distressed-looking AD. "What's wrong?"

"Ninomiya-san, we have to go -"

"There was a notification about an upcoming earthquake sent to our phones, you didn't receive it?" Jun half-yelled from the other end, sounding equally distressed as the AD currently grabbing his stuffs from the table and shoving him out the door.

"I -"

"Hurry up, Ninomiya-san, we have to get you out of the building. Your manager is already waiting for you downstairs, please, please hurry up,"

He barely able to grab his DS and his earphone sitting next to it before he was being pushed to the door, Jun still hissing something about not being able to contact Sho and Ohno, his whole body freezing on the spot the moment he remembered something.

"You're off tomorrow," he mused, bumping shoulders with Ohno who was busy checking something on his phone. The older man simply shrugged but he did look up from his phone to grin at Nino. "Going fishing, I suppose?"

"Yeah," Leader replied with barely concealed glee; Nino rolled his eyes to the heavens, wondering how Ohno could make something so tiring seemed equally enjoyable. He wouldn't probably ever be able to get how fishing could make someone so happy but it was apparently enough to make their Leader happy so he guessed there wasn't really much need to question it.

"Bring something back for us to taste, at least," he joked, fishing his DS out as he leaned heavily against his Leader's side. Ohno simply hummed in response and mumbled something about sashimi before the door to the green room opened, Jun and Aiba emerging from behind it.

He was by the stairs (he knew better not to take the lift when there was an oncoming earthquake) when he realized Jun was still on the line. There was another incoming call but he figured that was just his manager, and since he already knew where the older man was and where he was waiting for him, he ignored the call.

"Jun, Jun, you still there?"

"I'm here,"

He breathed in a lungful of air and carefully took two steps down at a time. "You said you couldn't contact Leader,"

"Yes," Jun said, sounding extra stressed; he could barely make out the voice of another person in the background, possibly Jun's manager, as he rounded the stairs down to the first floor. "His phone is off and we have been trying to -"

"Jun, it's his day off today," he said, voice shaky as he reached the first floor, opening the exit door leading outside. At the lobby, his manager waved at him.

"Yeah, I know that -"

"And he told me yesterday that he's going fishing," he cut in, could already feel his chest constricting in fear as Jun was rendered suddenly speechless. "Jun, Leader said he's going fishing, he said -"

"I heard you, Nino," Jun returned, then, "hold on," Jun said before he started screaming his manager's name. "Tori-san, what did Hatori-san said - what?! Fucking hell, you can't be serious!"

"Jun, Jun, talk to me," he hissed frantically at the same time his manager met him halfway, already grabbing him by his elbow and dragging him quickly out the door. "Wait, wait, I'm talking to Jun -"

"There's no time," his manager grumbled without missing a beat, "we have to get you guys to the Jimusho. They're doing a headcount right now -"

"Jun, what -" the line went dead.

"Fuck!"

+

 

They reached the Jimusho under fifteen minutes after. He didn't even wait for his manager to properly park the car before he was dashing to the main entrance to meet the others.

He wasn't able to talk to anyone after his call with Jun, and  he swore he was literally shaking in combined stress and fear all throughout the car ride towards the Jimusho.

When he got there, the front lobby was already filled with familiar (and mostly unfamiliar) faces, barely able to greet everyone as he passed through them, his attention focused on finding his bandmates first. He spied them standing at the far right corner of the huge lobby, their personal managers standing not far behind and his body was moving towards them before his brain even registered the action.

Behind him, he was sure his own manager was also hot on his heels, phone probably still pressed against the older man's ear as he followed him.

Three familiar backs turned before he even managed to call them. Three familiar backs, he thought, panic rising in his throat, one person obviously missing.

"Sho-chan, where's Leader?" he said, voice shaking along with the rest of him the minute he was close enough for them to hear him.

Sho and Aiba wore twin looks of terror and worry, as Jun had his lips pursed thinly, his thick brows knitted tightly together.

Aiba was the first to tug him into his taller friend's arms, Aiba muffling his cries into his hair.

"We couldn't contact him, Nino," Sho was saying, his words barely able to get past through the haze clouding his brain. "His manager said he was off to Fukushima, and by now, that's the worst place to be. I just hope he's -"

He was sliding to the floor before Sho was able to finish, his legs giving out on him as he dragged Aiba with him.

"No no no no -"