Toy Boy (part 1)

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Title: Toy Boy

Author: krystalkatz

Rating: G

Length: Chaptered

Genre: Au, Romance, some strangeness

Pairings: Ohno Satoshi/Ninomiya Kazunari,

Disclaimer: I only own the plot

Ohno threw the box down swearing when it ripped at the side and the stuff in side spilled out over the floor, kneeling down he went to pick it up, he let out a startled gasp as his hand stopped on a toy boy. “I haven’t seen you for ages” He mumbled picking him up with a fond smile, and searched for the stand, glad when he found it. If he as amazed that the stand was still there he was even more so when he found the key. He carefully he attached the toy to the brass plate and wound the key, almost delighted when the music started at the toy started dancing over the brass plate. He laughed as he watched it, feeling guilty when he realised how dirty it was and ragged its clothes were, remembering when his grandfather had given it to him.

“Ohno-san... When you asked us to help with assumed you would help” His friend Sakurai said coming in carrying another box

“Sorry, it’s just I haven’t seen Kazunari in ages” Ohno said pointing to the doll that was dancing on the table, Sakurai raised an eyebrow looking at the toy with a frown

“Wow what an ugly doll” he muttered

“Kazunari isn’t ugly, you’re ugly” Ohno pouted though he had to admit the doll did look like it had seen better days, the music stopped and the doll came to a stop, looking up at him with a painted smile, Ohno gave a smile of his own and ran a finger over it “He was my best friend when I was little...”

“A doll was your best friend? No wonder you’re weird” Sakurai said looking at him like the breakup of his marriage had sent him over the edge. Ohno gave a laugh, rewinding the toy the soft melody filling the cold apartment again

“I used to dream that he came to life and we played for hours” Ohno told him “I had a whole story for him,”

“Why don’t you stop playing with that creepy thing and get the rest of the boxes out of the car I have to get back to Masaki” Sakurai said looking at the doll, giving a shudder when he felt like the doll had turned to look at him. Ohno gave another half fake pout

“Don’t mind him ‘Kazu, he wouldn’t know cute if it hit him in the face” He told the doll, mentally wondering if there was any way he could repair the doll he hadn’t even thought about it since he got married and hadn’t even realised he still had it. What he had told Sakurai had been the truth, Kazunari really had been his best friend when he was younger, the dreams where he had come to life were so real, he had told him everything he hadn’t been able to tell anyone else. He was positive that Sakurai would call the loony bin if he admitted his little doll was his first crush when he was younger. The rest of the boxes were brought up and stacked against the wall and Sakurai left, leaving him alone for the first time in his life.

Ohno  gave a shiver and looked around the apartment sadly, though he had seen his divorce coming and he hadn’t put up much of a fight to keep his marriage going, he let out a sad sigh and then nearly had heart failure as the music started and the doll begin to dance around the brass plate. Ohno gave a nervous laugh going to the table deciding that one of the springs must be faulty; he watched the doll dance for awhile, almost wishing that he was six years old again and could tell all his problems to that gentle painted face. “I’ll fix you up again Kazu” he promised as the song came to an end and the doll came to a rest. He took it off the stand and with only a moments deliberation he took it to his bed and sat him on the pillow like he used to when he was a child before letting out a sigh and switching out the light.

The next morning he found it a little strange that the doll was resting against him but he thought that maybe he had pulled it down against him in his sleep. “Morning Kazu” He said holding the doll up to look at it, he had never realised how bratty the doll looked before, letting out a loud yawn he got out of bed putting the doll back on its stand where it started dancing again, “I really have to get you fixed” He mumbled humming the song as he made breakfast, that whole day the song played as he sorted through the boxes but he didn’t find it annoying more soothing like he wasn’t the only one in the house that night he put the doll back on his pillow, knowing he would never admit this to any of his friends, who would insist that he get some help, mostly Matsumoto, if he knew he felt positive that his little toy boy would end up in the nearest dumpster. That night he had the first of the dream where Kazunari had come to life and was singing that song while gently stroking his hair, when he woke up the doll was once again cuddled up to him.

 Ohno frowned slightly but decided to ignore the odd feeling that was washing over him; he put Kazunari on his stand and had breakfast remembering that he was meant to be meeting his sister; he gave a groan knowing that she would just be wanting the details about why he spilt Haruka, he really didn’t feel like talking about it but maybe she knew where his grandfather had gotten the strange toy doll that was dancing happily on the side. Ohno gave a smile deciding while he was out he would buy some paints and touch up his face “I’ll see you later” He told the doll, wondering if he really was insane, he was almost positive the doll had winked at him.

Ohno reached the cafe and saw his sister sat by one of the windows she looked up and gave a wave when he came close. “Do you remember the toy doll I used to have? The doll, that dances on that brass plate?” He asked after the waitress had brought them two coffees and muffins. Ren looked thoughtful for moment before answering

“The creepy one that used to pull my hair every time I got to close to it? Yeah, I remember it, what about it?”

“Do you know where grandpa got it from?”

“Some place in Hokkaido” She shrugged sipping the coffee, she had brought her brother here to talk about what had happened with Haruka not a stupid doll, “Why?”

“I found it the other day and was just wondering about it” Ohno answered with a shrug, Ren let out a sigh

“Forget about the doll, what happened with Haruka?”

“We decided to break up, we agreed that we weren’t in love with each other anymore” Ohno answered staring at the bubbles the stirring his coffee had caused, Ren raised an eyebrow,

“Six years of marriage and you just gave up on it? Seriously Toshi’ maybe you deserve to end up alone with your stupid dancing doll” she snapped

“Maybe” He agreed flashes of Haruka’s crying face fluttered through his mind, as she apologised for cheating on him and he said that ‘It was okay’ he had realised a long time ago that he couldn’t give his wife what she needed but he had tried to make it work for as long as possible. In the end it as his failing that had driven her to the arms of someone else. Ren gave a sigh, eating her muffin, realising that she wasn’t going to get anything out of him.

They said their goodbyes, and Ohno went to an art store, he wasn’t a bad artist but he had no idea what he would need to repaint the doll so he told the guy behind the counter what he wanted and left a few minutes later clutching a bag of paints and paintbrushes and headed back to his apartment. As soon as the door to the apartment closed he heard Kazu’s familiar song as if welcoming him home, with a smile he put the paints down on the table taking his coat off he sat down and started painting its face. Four hours later he rubbed his eyes, trying to stay awake. The paint brush fell from his hand as he chin met his chest.  The doll fell to the floor with a loud thump; waking him with a start he looked around and jumped out of his chair when he saw a man face down on the floor,

“W-who are you?” He squeaked when the man stood up and turned to face him,

“Wow, Oh-chan, you got bigger”

tbc

A/N: I know please don't kill me... I promise that this is only going to be about five chapters it's mostly all finished...This is the result of Toy boy by Mika being played on repeat... I hope you enjoy ^.^