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nilielhPairing : 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 AO3
Yamato, early Spring 1995
Yamato
They didn’t even bother with the ropes, and for that he was glad. They probably thought that since they were asleep anyway, they wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight. But he’d been ready for it, knew it would happen sooner rather than later so he trained himself. His father, though in not so many words, had apologized for what he’d done, but none of it mattered if he was ready to let his son die in the hands of the people he considered holy anyway.
But he would think about that later. After all, he wouldn’t be able to do anything, much more think about what he would do if he was dead, and there was no way he was going to let that happen. He had to get out of here, and fast, so he could go back, hopefully to save his friends.
To save Kazu.
He could hear the sounds of one of the two men approaching, his heart beating a mile a minute. He was sure they’d dig the graves first, but he could be wrong too, of course. And he had to be ready for the possibilities, no matter how horrible things might turn out to be after this.
“Let’s just toss them in there,” one of the two that took them said, “They’re all sleeping soundly anyway. They wouldn’t know what’s happening, and by the time they do, it’s probably already too late because they’ll be six feet under the ground already.”
“You want to take that chance, be my guest,” the other returned, sounding obviously unconvinced. “But you will be the one answering the questions if this goes south, because I’ll be hiding. You hear me?”
“Nothing will go south, okay? These kids are practically dead already. What are you even afraid of, one of them waking up and killing us instead? Don’t joke now,” said the other one.
His chest tightened in answer, the same way his fingers did too around the ice pick he’d been keeping to himself for emergencies such as this. Somehow, he knew this was no longer about whether he could do this or not - he obviously had to, that was out of the question - but it was just the thing about how he would do it successfully.
The sounds of approaching footsteps alerted him, but the feel of someone’s shoes digging into the back of his head fueled his rage despite his fears.
“Fine, if that’s how you want to play it. Come help me with this one first,” said the other one, completely unaware; he waited until both were near enough for him to make his move. It took about two, three seconds before he could, before he was digging the sharpened end of his icepick into the other’s left eye in one swift movement, barely hearing him wailing in pain before pulling it out and doing it again, giving the other man left standing there only a few seconds to gape before he was scrambling on the ground and stabbing the other on the leg first to cripple him, before delivering the death blow to his brain soon after.
---
Tokyo General Hospital
Tokyo, Present day
The sound of an explosion from not so far away followed by the whole building shaking could only mean a handful of things, and he was afraid this one was done more to kill than serve as a distraction. His fingers tightened on the wheelchair’s handle when they stopped, could literally feel the way his heart was trying to beat its way out of his chest in panic when he realized the door he supposed should be there was missing.
“Shit,”
Nino twisted in his seat to look at him. “What? Are you thinking of pushing me into that wall or something? Please tell me you’re not actually considering -”
“There is supposed to be a door right there,” he countered, pointing, blinking several times hoping to remember the layout of this floor, this entire hospital, but it was proven difficult at the moment. His brain was telling him there should be a door in place of that wall, but it was obviously not there.
What the fuck?
“A door?” Nino asked, frowned, then shook his head. “Oh, you must be referring to that one that was removed a month ago. This whole floor had been renovated back then, including that one,” Nino said, pointing at the opposite wall.
“Crap,” he muttered, panic quickly rising in his throat. They couldn’t stay here for long; who knew if the people he saw earlier, the same group of people who were sent to kill Nino would be here any moment. He had to think of a way to get them out of this building, and fast.
“If you’re looking for a way out of here, then go back and take us to the room opposite the one I was occupying before. There’s an emergency exit there. I’ll show you,”
He leaned down and kissed the top of Nino’s head in glee before he could stop himself.
“You’re wonderful, Tokai-Sensei. Now, hang on tight for me, will you? We have to be quick, okay, hold on…”
---
When he came to, it was to the feel of someone’s hands rolling him onto his back. The pain registered a moment later, found himself groaning when he was finally stretched flat on the ground, hissing.
Then the memories came right after. The explosion. Aiba shoving him and Sho both on the ground before he lost consciousness.
“Sho-san? Where -”
“Stay down, don’t move,” a voice he didn’t recognize said, effectively stopping him from calling out for his friends as another person in a familiar uniform stooped down to help. Jun realized then that he was being carefully lifted from the ground, and into a waiting vehicle.
Somehow, Jun found that surprising because, weren’t they supposed to just put them onto a stretcher and straight into the hospital’s entrance? As far as he could remember, the explosion happened at the parking lot of the Tokyo General hospital, just moments after they checked on Nino, so, why did it feel like they were being transported somewhere else?
“H-Hey, wait, where are you taking me?” he croaked, and then squinted at the presence of two more uniformed people attending to him when he was wheeled inside. “W-Where are my friends? There are two others with me, where are they?”
“They’re in another vehicle, Sir, please calm down,” said the woman, right before Jun felt a sting on his arm. After that, Jun felt as if the world was spinning, and calling Sho’s name the last he remembered before sleep consumed him.
---
Nino had no idea what was happening, and a part of him wanted to be cautious, to just take a moment and reassess the situation, more so the man who was presently helping him out of the wheelchair and into the emergency door he’d shown the man prior. But the other, obviously not-so-sensible part, the part that had been missing Ohno for god-knows-how-long was telling him he’d been right all along.
The hand that was previously gripping his elbow migrated to his waist, settling an arm around him firmly just as the door shut quietly behind them. Nino tried to rationalize the way he shivered at the contact, but that obviously wouldn’t explain the way he’d reacted earlier either. Kissing this man on sight like he was some kind of a desperate war bride.
The memory alone made him want to weep and blush and hide, but obviously, he couldn’t.
Holy crap.
“Stairs. Shit,” the man muttered, as he stared at the countless flights of stairs before them. Sure he was expecting that, wasn’t he? The man turned to him and the closeness gave Nino a reason to stare back, uncertain and equal-parts terrified at the sight of him.
“I may need to carry you down, Sensei,” the man murmured, mouth quirking like the idea was entertaining enough to warrant the way he was smirking, rather than the opposite. Surely, he didn’t think it would be easy, carrying a full grown man down that flight of stairs, right?
There were so many things he’d wanted to say, to ask, but he was certain he wouldn’t be able to get the answers to them, not right now at least. Instead, he shrugged and turned his eyes back down to the stairs with a grimace.
“Or I can try and see if my legs are working, how’s that?”
The man shook his head. “I won’t risk it. I’ll carry you on my back until we reach the nearest elevator, or the ground for that matter, I don’t really care. Just...Just trust me, okay? I promise I won’t drop you,”
Nino chuckled; it was seriously not the appropriate reaction to all this, but apparently, he was past the point of caring.
“That’s not really what I’m afraid of right now, if I’m going to be completely honest about it,” he mumbled, barely keeping himself from squeaking when the other man chuckled in turn and pulled him into a quick, tight hug, at the same time he felt something vibrating at the general vicinity of the other man’s crotch.
“Err, I think your dick is ringing,” he face-palmed, mentally hitting himself for coming up with the lewdest comment in the most inappropriate moments, and feeling entirely justified to jump off that flight of stairs the second after. The man simply giggled and squeezed him tight, letting go for just a moment to fish out his phone out of his jean’s pocket before answering the call.
“Yeah?” a pause, a breath; Nino didn’t even need to pretend he wasn’t staring. The other man obviously didn’t mind anyway. Nino watched as the other man’s expression changed, watched the way he scrubbed his face roughly with the palm of his unoccupied hand.
“Fuck, are you sure? But...you’re sure they’re alive, right?” another tensed silence. Then, “No, just let me know how they are. I can’t... no, there’s no way I’m gonna leave him by himself now that they’re obviously targeting everyone. Keep an eye on them for now, make sure our people are with them twenty-four-seven. I’ll take care of Ninomiya-san first then I’ll come to you. It’s time we put that plan in motion and stop all of these once and for all,” the man hung up after that, pocketed his phone in the same hurried movement before turning back his attention to Nino.
“Kazu, we need to move. I need to get you out of here,”
Nino frowned, reached out to grab the man’s wrist before he could tug him forward.
“Did something happen?”
The man pursed his lips. “Did someone else get hurt?” he insisted, barely able to swallow his rising panic down. It was obvious something horrible had happened; judging with the other man’s reaction, and what Nino heard him say to whoever he was talking to on the phone earlier that there was a possibility it might happen to him too.
“Kazu, please -”
“Oh my god, that explosion earlier…” he muttered, eyes wide, the wheels in his head turning. His friends - Sho, Jun and Masaki - they were here earlier and…no. No, no.
The man’s hand caught his face, pulled him forward ever so gently to rest their foreheads together.
“They’re fine, I promise,” the man said, as if he could very well read Nino’s mind. Nino would have called the other man about it if he wasn’t currently shaking in combined fear and worry.
“I...I’m not sure the extent of the injuries yet, but Serizawa-san assured me they’re being taken care of as we speak. I promise I’ll do everything in my power to get you to them, but for now, I have to make sure you are safe first. Whoever hurt you and the others, they won’t stop until they know you’re all dead. Until we’re all dead,” the other man said, breathing harshly into the space between their faces and Nino felt the urgency in his words, in the way he held Nino close like this.
“And I’m not going to let them get to you now. I didn’t spend the last couple of years keeping you safe only so they could hurt you.”
