Coming home

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Title: Coming Home

Author: krystalkatz
Rating: pg
Length: Chapter
Genre: Au,

Pairings: Sakurai Sho/Ninomiya Kazunari (broken), Sakurai Sho/Ohno Satoshi, Ninomiya Kazunari/Matsumoto Jun,

Disclaimer: I only own the plot

 He washed his body carefully with the scented body wash and then rinsed himself clean under the shower before drying himself and putting on what must have been one of his grandfather’s old yukata. He pulled it fixing the obi around his waist tightly before going out to his mum who had already ladled out the soup. She gave him another smile and motioned for him to sit at the kotatsu.

“You look just like your grandpa sitting there” She murmured with another smile and Nino readjusted the yukata giving her a small smile. “Have you been in any more plays?”

“Lots” Nino said taking his spoon and tasting to soup immediately transported back in time to when he was a child with Jun sitting there with him after they had been playing all day in the stream.

“I see and you and Sho are happy?” She asked and Nino was reminded yet again how much she tried to understand him and his lifestyle, even after everything that had happened she was trying to be supportive even though he had caught her expression of disgust whenever he and Sakurai had touched each other

“… Yeah… He was sorry that he couldn’t come …” He answered slowly trying to ignore the ache in his heart, he really didn’t want to mention it yet afraid it might bring up bad memories for her about his father maybe it was the destiny of his blood line to have really crappy taste in men

“Oh? I see that’s too bad, ne? Sho-kun is such a sweet boy” She said with a smile and Nino nodded looking away quickly as he pulled with the patchwork cover of the kotatsu as he stirred his soup around. If he was such a ‘sweet boy’ ‘Why was he cheating on me?’ Nino asked himself his mind spinning with the question as his mum finished her first bowl of soup and motioned for him to do the same. “You can see him soon though, it’s nice just us two, like the old days” She said and again Nino nodded trying to find a subject to talk about that wasn’t about Sakurai “Jun-kun is back for good… He said he didn’t like the city life”

“Huh? Jun? He was made for the city life, have you seen him?” Nino said latching onto the new subject with even realising what he was saying until the words were out of his mouth. “I mean… He looks like an idol or something”

“He is pretty cute now… And you do have to admit that he’s grown up…” Kazuko said her bright smile returning.  After they were finished they cleared the table and washed the dishes together like they used to before she vanished out into the vegetable patch that she maintained while telling him to him to sort out his things. Slowly he took his bags up the rickety stairs into his old bedroom finding it the way he always did, untouched by the passage of time. Every time he came back he always had to marvel how much his room looked to the day he had left for the big city. He dropped his bags down in front of a cupboard a peered out of the window. His room over looked the garden and he could see his mum bent double as she tended to the weeds around the crops. It was a scene he had witnessed so many times as a child and it gave him a warm fuzzy inside his stomach

Making a quick decision he pulled off the yukata and pulled on a pair of jeans and a jumper, ignoring the slightly damp feel of the clothes he ran back down the stairs and pulled on his boots before heading out into the garden.

“What would you like me to do mama?” He asked as he stood in front of her. Kazuko gave a smile a smile and motioned to the top part of the garden.

“Pull out all of the weeds” She said and Nino gave a two finger salute doing what she said. The work gave him a reason not to think about Sakurai but still he did, no matter how many of the weeds he pulled out he couldn’t stop thinking about his boyfriend and wondering what he was going to do. He could never forgive Sakurai for what he had done, even if it was a onetime thing he would never be able to find it, in his heart to trust him again. Once a cheater always a cheater, he had learnt that much from his father,  but even though he told himself all this it didn’t stop the pain in his heart because loved him, he had loved him since their first ever meeting.

Aiba had been the one that had introduced them and Sakurai had asked him out straight away. They had been inseparable for weeks and months after and then Sakurai had asked him to move in. Real life had gotten in the way and as his popularity grew so did the time he had to spend away from Sakurai. There were weeks when the only spoken through emails or phone, there was little wonder that Sakurai needed somebody else.

“Kazunari… I said the weeds!” His mum shouted quickly and Nino blinked looking down at his hands realising that he had half way pulled out a daikon.

“Sorry, mama...” he said pushing it back in and giving her a sheepish smile. Kazuko rolled her eyes coming to join him. With his mum keeping her beady eyes on him Nino found it impossible to daydream and the work was completed quickly. Both had matching mud smears on their faces as they finished and the sounds of the truck came to them. Looking up Nino saw that it was Jun that was driving and he really didn’t want to see him again today even though he was curious why he was bothering to visit his mum at all. Kazuko just gave him a small and told him to go wash. Nino stomped slowly to the house childishly ignoring the greeting that Jun gave him and stormed up the stairs. His bag was still open on the bed and he decided to put his clothes away while he was waiting.

It made his heart ache yet again as he pulled out a t-shirt that was very clearly not his. It was at least two sizes too big, he rolled his eyes muttering “Aiba!” under his breath as he lifted the t-shirt to his nose and breathing deeply

“You know that’s the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen” Nino jolted quickly almost giving himself a black eye as he heard Jun’s voice from the doorway and a blush filled his cheeks as he dropped the t-shirt into the bag again “Missing your lover already?”

“What does that have to do with you? And why are you in my room?”

“Your mum said it was okay” Jun answered coming in and flopping on the bed looking through his bag. He gave a laugh and pulled out a pair of character boxers that Sakurai had brought for him on his last birthday. “What are these?”

“Yoshi boxer’s what the hell’s it got to do with you?” Nino snapped taking them off him twisting around in his hands as images of Sakurai fucking the stupid tanned faced Ohno came back to him. How the hell could he do that? In their apartment, in the bed that they made love “Why?”  He asked himself aloud without realising it and Jun looked at him with a raised eye brow

“Are you about to start crying?” He asked in surprise and Nino blinked blushing when he realised that he must have said it aloud.

“No, I’m not…” He growled stuffing his underwear back in his bag wishing he could start throwing it across the room. In the end he settled for glaring at his bag while wondering what the hell he was doing here.

“Well you look like you are…” Jun pointed out with his sarcastic tone and Nino clicked his tongue turning away from him and having to take a calming breath to be able to continue emptying his bag

“Well I’m not… Now will you please go away?” He growled, his heart thudding when his hands fell on the plane tickets and booking form to the inn in the country he had bought for him and Sakurai’s anniversary. Jun’s hand flew out picking them up before he could stop him and a laugh filled the slightly dusty room

“Two tickets for a romantic get a way and now you’re here with your mum… What happened? Did he finally realise that you’re just an annoying brat…” Jun asked with another scoffing laugh and every bad memory, every feeling of anger he had towards this guy came rushing out

“Okay, what do you want me to say? That I came home and found my faggy boyfriend of four years fucking another fag in our fag apartment in our fag bed on our faggy anniversary…” He spat tears really filling his eyes as he snatched the tickets back and ripped them into pieces throwing them up into the air so they fell around like strangely shaped snowflakes all around them. “There you go, now you know that you were right about me all along I’m so pathetic and annoying even my own fucking faggy boyfriend would rather screw a guy from the painting and decorating department…”

“Nino…” Jun mumbled and Nino felt worse when he realised that the voice was devoid of any of his scathing attitude and it almost sounded sorry for him. The last thing he wanted or needed was Matsumoto Jun feeling sorry for him.

“Will you just leave me the fuck alone?” He begged angrily blinking the tears away as he tried to keep his glare going. Jun stared at him for a minute and then got up and left leaving him alone like he had wanted. Nino sank to the floor holding his head in his hands amidst the scattered paper. He knew he shouldn’t have come back here but the reality was he had nowhere left to go, Sakurai had been his safe haven the place he could turn when everything else had failed and now he had lost that. He gave a sigh, angry at himself for letting this get to him in any shape or form. It wasn’t worth it, he still had so much that he had to feel thankful for, he wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve before finishing his un-packaging, sticking Sakurai’s t-shirt under his pillow and going down to his mum hoping that somehow she would make it feel better.

TBC

A/N: I hope you enjoy…

I’m sorry for the mountain of crap I spewed out yesterday it was obviously a very low day but after watching Queen and Arashi concerts for most of yesterday and night I’ve made a decision… I won’t be writing for a few days so that I can finally sort out my community along with proper updated fic catalogue and everything…As I said before this fic is almost finished so I will be posting a chapter a day for as many I have but I won’t be actually writing anything till my community is up…Hopefully then my head would have refocused a little…

Thank-you for all the comments and PM’s honestly they really helped when I was feeling so low

Thank-you for understanding and your continued patients with my crappy writing

 Krys xx ^.^