Lost (Part 1)

Title: Lost (Part 1)
Pairing: NinoxOC
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mebe for Emily there are *whistles*
Note:.
First part! It may take a while for the second… there may even be a third or fourth *shrugs*. I think it may be hard to end this one. I hope it didn’t end up moving too fast because it was originally a one-shot, but I changed it when I realized it’s be hard for me to just have it as a one-shot ^^
Douzo~
Part 2! CLICK!

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Emily’s whole body hurt. Her head the most, though. She felt herself slipping in and out of consciousness, though she didn’t know for how long. Each time she came close to coming back to reality, she could feel someone close to her. A warm hand on hers, stroking her hair, whispering to her. It was also there. It was strange to her. Hadn’t she been alone just moments before?

            Emily was fully conscious now. She was cold, yet flaming hot at the same time. Her head pounded and her eyes were sore. Slowly, as her sense came back, she took everything in. First, was feeling. She felt that she was covered in blankets and that she was drenched in what seemed to be sweat instead of rain. And that warm body next to her. She felt that, too.

            Emily sniffed. Her nose was drippy and she couldn’t smell much at all. She wondered if that was a good thing; if she smelled bad. Next, she opened her eyes. As she did, she imagined them to be blood-red they hurt so badly. She stared at the ceiling of wherever she was for a bit, letting her eyes adjust and unblur. The ceiling was the smooth kind, not bumpy like some places. She looked to her left and saw the back of a couch. How nice, she thought. She then looked to her right and saw who was lying next to her.

            If Emily had been able to, she would’ve screamed, but her throat had closed up in shock. She squeezed her throbbing eyes shut and wondered if she was dreaming. If I am, she thought, it’s a pretty realistic… and painful one. She opened one eye and let it land on that body again.

            She had never seen it in person… the body. Nino slept soundly, one arm thrown carelessly over Emily’s stomach. His face was peaceful and so close to hers that she was afraid to breathe. Why am I here? She wondered. Why am I with Nino?

            Oh… she thought, slipping back into unconsciousness as she felt her fever flare. I must be in heaven…

 

            Emily awoke again what seemed like seconds later, but judging by the lighting of the room was more like hours. She sat up, realizing that there was no one next to her. The blankets fell off her body and she stared. She wasn’t in her normal clothes. They were male clothes, slightly too big for her. She felt a deep flush set on her already burning cheeks. She was hot now, not cold anymore.

            She looked around, scared and confused. What if the Nino she had seen had really been a dream and she was actually in some weird person’s home? But then she realized that Nino was a strange person, too. Just because she knew him from Arashi and movies and such didn’t mean she actually knew him. Emily noticed a glass of water sitting on the table next to the couch. She looked at it and picked it up cautiously. What if there was something wrong with it? She paused… but drank it anyway. Her throat was flaming with thirst and stomach rumbling with hunger. How long had she been out?

            Emily looked around the room again and noticed a TV in the corner of it. It had an Xbox360 connected and games strewn all around it. It really looked like this could be Nino’s house… but no; she wouldn’t let her dream get to her head. She stood up slowly, feeling her muscles scream in protest. They were jelly-like from being immobile so long. She grabbed a blanket and drew it around her shivering body, even though she was hot.

            It seemed that no one was around. The thought scared Emily even more than the thought of someone being there. She didn’t want to be alone anymore. She remembered falling asleep on the curb, alone and tired. But she hadn’t remembered anyone else until this house. How did I get to this place…? She wondered. She shuffled around the room, taking everything in and working her muscles. She realized she had to pee, and bad. She let the blanket fall from her body as she rushed over to the other doors. She looked in each one, not caring if there was anyone else there, anxious for a place to relieve herself.

            Finally, she reached the last door in the house, realizing that this one had to be the right one. She pushed the door open and let out a yelp at what she saw.

            Apparently, this was Nino’s house, because there he was, standing in a towel in his bathroom. He was so beautiful that Emily felt herself back up and slide to the ground. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen his chest before… she’d watched a ton of Arashi videos and his movies. But this was Ninomiya Kazunari right in front of her, with his shirt off and only a towel to cover the lower regions of his body. She relished the sight of him. He was also looking right at her. He turned away for a second then swiveled his head around sharply to face her again.

            He fumbled with the towel that started to slip and held on to it tight. “So, you’re up now, huh?” He looked down and Emily felt a smile creep across her face. So he was a bit bashful, huh? But then her face pulled into one of urgency. Nino looked at her once again and saw the look. He slipped out of the bathroom and turned his back to her. “I’ll just go get dressed. You can shower if you want. I’ll put clean clothes in front of the door for when you’re finished.” Emily nodded and pulled herself up then rushed into the bathroom, slammed the door and cleaned herself up.

 

            The whole time the girl had been lying on the couch, sick and frail, Nino had watched over her, just like he had promised when he had picked her up. He even called into Johnny’s saying he was too sick to come to work. It had already been five days since then and Nino could tell people were worrying, especially his band mates. They called and called and tried to visit, but he couldn’t let them in; not with the girl lying on his couch.

            Her fever had just broken on the fifth day and after he had woken up from falling asleep by her side, Nino had decided to shower. He was shocked when the door was thrust open to reveal the girl. All he could do was stare at her bright shining eyes as she yelped and slid to the ground. She was wearing the clothes he had put on her and they were oversized even though she was only a couple inche shorter than his own 5’6”.

            He hadn’t locked the door, being used to living alone, so he didn’t know what to do right away. His mind took a while to sort out before he realized that she would probably want to get clean and go to the bathroom. So he moved out of her way and she rushed in, slamming the door in his face. “Not even a word of thanks?” he muttered to himself, but he couldn’t get annoyed with her for some reason. He went back to his own room to get dressed and finish drying off. He thought about the things he needed to talk to her about when she got out of the bathroom but decided that a meal was in need first, so he ordered out.

 

            Emily sighed under the hot water. It felt so good against her skin, yet it hurt at the same time. Probably because of the fever, she thought. She was so happy at that one moment that she couldn’t even think straight. She started to hum one of Nino’s solos but then got flustered, worrying that he may hear her. Why had he picked her up? And how? How had she gotten in his house and why had Nino been the one to get her? It wasn’t that she minded, not at all, she was just majorly surprised and her mind kept straying back to the thought that she might be dreaming.

            But Emily realized that she didn’t want to be dreaming. That she really wanted this all to be real and in fact that it probably was. She also came to the thought that people would be looking for her. She didn’t know how long she had been asleep and sick and worried for the people that would be worrying about her. What if they thought she had been kidnapped? Technically, she had… but why would Nino, of all the people there had to be in Japan, kidnap her? What use would she be of him? Didn’t he already have Ohno, anyway?

            Emily turned off the shower and stepped out. There was an extra towel hanging and she looked at it with bright eyes. Nino’s towel. Cautiously, she pulled it off the rack and encased it around her body. She opened the door and retrieved the clothes that were there. They were the clothes that she had been wearing the night she had gotten lost. Nino had seemingly washed them for her. How sweet… she thought with a huge smile plastered onto her lips.

            She was loving the idea that Nino had cared for her and made up silly scenarios in her head of how he had come across her. They put her into a bright mood and she walked out of the bathroom fresh and happy; better than she had been in weeks. She sniffed, her nose cleared from the steam of the shower and the warm smell of food wafted past her. She sighed as her stomach gurgled in yearning. In all her thoughts of Nino, she had forgotten about how hungry she was.

            Emily shuffled to what she thought was the kitchen and peeked her head in. There was Nino, sitting at the table playing his Nintendo DS. She giggled a little but his head didn’t turn. Obviously, he was really into his game. There was a plate of half eaten food in front of him and a still steaming one in front of the other chair. She moved towards it and sat down. It looked so good and she was extremely famished.

            “Ano…” she ventured and Nino’s head popped up, his finger flashing to the “pause” button on the DS.

            “Ah. Welcome back. You can eat of you like,” Emily watched him study her then she bent her head and dug in. She ate in silence, except for the sound effects and music playing from Nino’s game system.

            “Aren’t you going to finish eating…?” She asked timidly. She was scared to talk to him, especially because she feared her Japanese accent wasn’t that great.

            Nino shook his head, not looking up from his game. Emily looked back down at her nearly empty plate. She didn’t want to eat anymore. He had given her a male-sized serving of food and her stomach felt like it was bursting, but in a good way. She stood up slowly, her legs weak again from the slowly diminishing fever. She took a deep breath and then brought her dished over to the sink. She threw away her extra food and cleaned her plate. Nino didn’t even look up once from his game, head bent over it. She liked the aura he was exuding. She had always imagined it, but had, of course, never been in the presence of it. He was concentrating, but also slightly detached, still paying attention to what she was doing. She reached for his food and he looked at her for a second. His eyes caught hers and she sucked in a breath. A shock resounded through her body. They were so beautiful.

            “Thanks,” he said, turning back to his game. Emily took the plate with shaky hands and cleaned it as well. She realized that she was doing what a wife would and flushed deeply. She pressed her palms to her cheeks and closed her eyes. He was right next to her. She could almost touch him. Her heart pounded and her breath quickened. She started to feel sick again and crouched down. Heat pulsed throughout her body and she whimpered.

            Nino seemed to hear the noise and he put his game down moving over to her side with a perplexed expression sewn into his features. “Are you ok?” He asked quietly. “Do you want to lie down again?”

            “I’d like that,” Emily gasped out. “Please.” Nino gently helped Emily up and led her over to the couch. She curled up on it and he threw the blankets over her again.

            “I’ll just leave you to rest…” he mumbled, starting to move away, but Emily grabbed onto his shirt. Just like a movie, her fried brain mumbled.

            “No, we need to talk,” she opened her eyes with much effort and looked at him squarely. The fever was giving her new confidence. He seemed to submit and sat on the floor near her face. “How did I get here?” was the first question that slipped from her mouth.

            Nino looked over her solemnly with something that looked like muted regret was present in his eyes. “I found you sitting on the curb, asleep. You had an extreme fever so I decided to take you home…”

            “Why didn’t you call the police? Or the hospital? How long have I been here?” Emily couldn’t help the hysteria in her voice and saw Nino wince at it. Even thought he was Nino, she was still in a strange place.

            “I wasn’t thinking,” he muttered, studying his palms. “And you were in and out of sleep for about four days…” So I had woken up before? Emily couldn’t remember anything that had happened after the curb incident and was struggling with the news. Her eyes burned and she squeezed them shut tight. She didn’t want Nino to see her crying. She was tired from her fever and confused by his words. She didn’t know what she would do next. How would she get back to her family! She didn’t even know where she was.

            “I’m sorry…” Nino’s voice cracked as he said this. A warm finger picked up a stray tear that had fallen from Emily’s eyes. Her eyes flew open, shocked by the ever so gentle touch of her favorite idol. He had stood up and was leaning over her, looking down with such tenderness that her lips trembled. She didn’t want to cry, she wouldn’t let herself. But her tired body didn’t want to listen and the tears poured from her eyes.

            The idol sat next to her on the couch and held her shaking body in his arms. “You don’t even know me,” she said though sobs.

            “You’re right, I don’t. So why don’t you tell me who you are?” Emily was shocked by his kind and severe words. He wanted to know who she was.

            “I’m… Emily,” she said. He sobs were calming down now, turning into hiccups. She laughed at herself. She knew she was a crybaby and was actually surprised she hadn’t started crying the minute she had seen Nino.

            He stroked her hair gently. She didn’t know exactly how to react. It couldn’t be that he liked her, could it? They had only just started to get to know each other. She breathed in deeply and his scent entered her nose. It was warm and had a tint of spices attached to it. Her eyes fluttered shut. She was so tired. She yawned and fell asleep in his arms.