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Fast Forward. Rewind
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Rating : PG
Summary : He’d been trying to uncover the truth about the events prior to their departure from Yamato for years, but all he could dig out from it was the same thing that had been reported repeatedly on national television, regarding the congregation’s involvement in the attack in Tokyo, and nothing more.
Warning : mentions of mass murder, religious cults
Note : crossposted in
Tokyo, early Spring 1995
The six of them decided to stay together in one room, despite Sakurai-san’s insistence that his sister, and the other girl, Mika-chan, stay in another. She refused, and then tugged Kazunari behind her as if saying she wasn’t going anywhere without him. Kazunari hadn’t cried all evening, even after the initial shock had faded and even after they were told they would be adopted into different families come morning, but at that moment, he wanted to.
It was late, so late that Kazunari was certain it was already morning and yet they still couldn’t sleep. The futons Sakurai-san had arranged for them were too soft, the room seemed too large that lying there, staring at the vast ceiling made him dizzy.
The figure next to him stirred, and he felt Aiba-kun’s movement before he even forced himself to look. When he did, he realized Aiba-kun had scooted closer, and he was tugging at Kazunari’s hand softly, prompting him to sit.
He did. “Aren’t you sleeping yet?” he asked, and the question made him feel kind of stupid afterward. It’s a stupid question; it was rather obvious why they were all having troubles falling asleep, and he wasn’t the only one facing it.
Aiba-kun shook his head. “I wanted to talk to you, since earlier, but I didn’t know how to,” he whispered, and Kazunari noticed his voice quaking, much like the rest of him was. “I thought you would want to ask me about…about Oh-chan,”
Kazunari’s breath stuttered out of him in a rush, his fingers shaking at the mere mention of Ohno’s name. He looked down and wondered what to say, when he didn’t even know what he would ask that wouldn’t sound like a lie anyway. The truth of the matter was that he was here, they all were, except for the one person who’d done everything in his power to keep him from harm’s way during the time he was there in Yamato.
“Whatever happens, promise me you’ll save yourself,” Ohno had whispered then, “I might not be there to help you myself, because god knows something might happen to me first, but promise me, Kazu. Promise me you’re going to leave this place on the very first chance you get, you hear me?”
He did that. He saved himself, but was that really what he wanted? All throughout the drive, he kept quiet, but only because he had no idea what to ask, what to say. The sight of Yamato as they left, but all he could think of, aside from his mother, was Ohno.
Two important people he had to leave behind tonight, and that hit hard. He was shaking before he realized what was happening, his fingers gripping Aiba’s wrist.
“I…I wanted to go back, to see him,” he said, but it was difficult to speak clearly when he was sobbing violently at the same time. He felt another pair of arms holding him, but he couldn’t stop, couldn’t stop the tears from falling, his chest from feeling like it was being ripped apart. “I wanted to, Aiba-kun…I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t have left him behind, oh god, oh my god,”
“Kazu, you wouldn’t have found him anyway, you hear me?” Aiba-kun was crying too, shaking him, tugging him close. “You wouldn’t have, because he was not there anymore. They took him. They took him earlier that night, along with the others. I saw it. I saw them drag Oh-chan away while his father watch, Kazu. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
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Tokyo Detention House
Katsushika, Tokyo
Tokyo, Present day
As expected, at first, Ninomiya Hiroki refused to see him. It was understandable, he thought wryly, as he sat there, watching the older man squinting at his business card, and then to his face with a frown permanently etched on his forehead, he guessed it couldn’t be helped.
“This…is not your name,” Ninomiya Hiroki murmured; the statement made him smirk for obvious reasons, and he waved his hand back at the older man as he leaned back on the chair provided there. The glass separating him from the man did nothing to hide the old man’s growing anxiety, and he would have taunted him some more if he wasn’t here for an entirely different reason altogether.
“Of course,” he answered, shrugging, “Obviously, I have to improvise. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have agreed to talk to me now, would you?”
Ninomiya Hiroki looked caught for a moment, but he quickly schooled his expression as if he wouldn’t notice it. He let him think he’d get away with it if only to make him stay longer. Provoking Ninomiya Hiroki might not a good idea, but he would take what he could get, anything, just to make the bastard talk.
“And what makes you think I will talk to you now that I know who you really are?” the older man said, leaning in forward to squint at him closely.
“I’m not, but maybe you would want to after you hear what I’ve came here for,” he answered.
Ninomiya Hiroki frowned. “If it’s about the…the incident, don’t bother. I have nothing else to say about it,” he said, and quickly stood.
“Like I don’t already know that,” he quickly retorted, and effectively stopping Ninomiya Hiroki from pivoting and walking towards the door. “Listen, I don’t really care about what you did or your involvement in the attack; that’s between you and your god, who you obviously think is the leader, of course, I get it,”
Ninomiya Hiroki was still frowning when he went back to scrutinize him through the dividing glass wall.
“Then what are you here for, if it’s not to ask me about what happened that night? So far, everyone who came here were only interested in that,”
“I’m not,” he returned through gritted teeth. Honestly, he couldn’t care less about what Ninomiya Hiroki would want to say for himself – that wasn’t why he was here, really – but it didn’t hurt to see that the older man had been suffering for what had happened. And maybe Ninomiya Hiroki deserved it, maybe he didn’t, but that wasn’t his problem to worry about.
“I’m actually more interested to know whether you are still in contact with the remaining members that weren’t directly involved in the execution of the attack in Tokyo, but were just as close to the Leader as you were,”
Ninomiya Hiroki’s eyes narrowed at that. “Why?” was his simple question.
He breathed through his nose and leaned forward, ignoring the sudden shot of pain across his shoulder blades at the movement.
“Because they are after your son now, Ninomiya-san. They found him and they’ve tried to kill him, and they would have, if I wasn’t there to stop it,” he gritted, holding Ninomiya Hiroki’s gaze.
“W-What? My s-son? But I thought he was –“
“Dead?” he cut in, shaking his head. “No. He escaped with his sister, the night you went to Tokyo with the others. Your wife lied to you,” he added, swallowing his growing panic down. That was a close call, really; he’d been too busy chasing for leads that he didn’t think they’d come after Nino in his home, but they did. And if he wasn’t mistaken, they would try it again very soon. Nino would be a sitting duck, especially in his condition.
Ninomiya Hiroki said nothing, but his eyes betrayed everything he was feeling. “But…but she said –“
“She did it to protect her children,” he muttered, unapologetic. “Exactly what she and your own children have expected of you. Now, Ninomiya-san, you know very well that you weren’t a good father to them then. But you can change that now,” he said.
Ninomiya Hiroki raised his head and their gazes catch.
“You can tell me what you know, Ninomiya-san. Tell me and help me save your son. Help me save Kazunari, please.”
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Tokyo General Hospital
Tokyo, Present day
Nino’s head throbbed at the possibility of this whole thing spiraling into something else. If the dead body he found in his living room floor wasn’t obvious enough, then he himself turning up dead the same night as well surely did, at least if it wasn’t for that mystery guy who saved his ass on time.
He vaguely noticed Takashina-sensei leaving, until he heard the closed and he realized the other doctor was no longer there. The room fell into silence, at least until Sho broke it when he walked the short distance from where he stood next to Jun and sat on the bed next to Nino’s feet instead.
His hand soon settled on one of Nino’s knees and squeezed. He looked kind of sheepish when he asked, “How are you feeling?” as if he’d just realized the absurdity of the question given how long they were there. It also didn’t escape his attention that Sho didn’t look the least bit relieved seeing him awake.
It probably had something to do with how awful he looked like at the moment, but he could be wrong, of course.
“Sorry, I should have asked that sooner, but it completely slipped my mind when you started asking questions faster than I could have done so myself. But seriously though, how are you?”
“Now that you’ve mentioned, I guess not very good? I mean, it honestly feels like I’ve been ran over by five bicycles, though I can’t say for certain since I can’t feel shit. That’s not so bad, though, right? Considering that explosion could have left me in pieces, eww.”
“You think that’s funny, huh?” Jun muttered, loud enough to be heard.
He shrugged. “Not really. But there’s nothing I can do about that either. It’s not like I asked whoever it was who wanted me dead to kill me, right?”
“Sho-san, asking for permission to knock that idiot out, please? I’d rather know he’s asleep than awake and making stupid comments about his near-death experience. Jesus Christ.”
Sho turned to give Jun a look, and Nino watched the silent conversation unfold right there in front of him and Aiba. Jun’s expression was sour but he kept quiet, but he did cross his arms over his chest and let the defiance speak for itself.
“He’s just worried about you, Nino. You almost died, you know?” Aiba said.
“I’m sure he knows that,” Sho agreed.
Sho turned to him then. He offered Sho a smile and motioned him over to help him sit up. Immediately, Sho stood, Aiba following shortly after. Jun, Nino realized, stayed glued on his feet, frown almost permanently etched on his face.
“Someone give Miyama-sensei a chair, please,” he teased when he was comfortable sitting up, eyeing Jun.
Jun rolled his eyes at him answer. “No, thanks, but I’d rather stand. It would be quicker to reach you so I could punch you in the face if I feel the need to,”
“Rude,” he countered, without heat. Aiba sat next to him as if on cue and reached over to flick him lightly across his temple. The contact made him scowl, but only for a moment, especially when he noticed the look on Aiba’s face.
“Something wrong?” he asked Aiba.
“Detective-san, don’t,” Jun cut in, when Aiba opened his mouth to speak. The threat in Jun’s voice rang hollow, and that only made Nino all the more curious. He reached over and poked Aiba on the shoulder.
“What is it?” he asked, already dreading the answer. Is there something else they haven’t told him yet? An injury he has yet to notice? He frowned, looked down and quickly grabbed the sheet covering his lower half, and then raised it.
His legs were still there, and when he tried to move them, they did. Holy shit. He turned to Aiba and glared at him.
“Fuck, will you quit the theatrics and tell me already?” he grumbled, seeing the hint of smile tugging at the corners of Aiba’s lips. “I thought you were gonna tell me one of my legs is missing. Shit.”
Aiba produced his phone and as he fiddled on it, he murmured, “Thank god for little mercies. I think He let you keep all your important pieces in exchange for the one you’ve been praying hard for for years,” Aiba said, meaningfully.
Then, he was shoving his phone to Nino’s face despite Jun’s distracting grunts in the background, and Sho’s comforting hold around his knees.
He took the phone and squinted at the document there, barely noticing the hospital’s logo above it. Belatedly, he realized it’s a list.
He didn’t even need to scroll further because then Aiba was confirming his worst fears for him.
“The test results just came back this morning. Chief received a copy of it and he forwarded it to me,” Aiba paused here for a moment.
Then, “He’s there, Nino,” Aiba whispered, just as his eyes found the name, and held it. “He’d been there all along. He didn’t make it out alive, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
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Hay tantas cosas que quiero decir que no tengo palabras para expresarlo, sufro pero a la ves lo disfruto,estoy tan intrigada por todo lo que pasa, quiero saber cómo sobrevivió ohno y como es que supo dónde buscar a nino, y porque esta en la lista que le dió aiba,waaaa tantas cosas a la ves, me encanta como siempre GRACIAS 💙💛 ya muero por saber que pasará, si ayudara el sr ninomiya a ohno, como reaccionará Nino al encontrarlo, waaaaaaaaaa 💙💛
Thank you so much for the updating and ohmiya kisses 😘
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