Lost (Part 3 -Final-)

Title: Lost (Part 3 -Final-)
Pairing: NinoxOC
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Again, probably only really for Emily…ne?
Note:.
After this, there will be an extra, REALLY short, but an extra all the same. For the fun of it :] (And for the purposes of making Emily die some more XDDD) Please enjoy! I hope you enjoyed this fic! It was a pleasure to write.
And PS… for the texts? -{enter name} was designed by the person who owns the phone that is receiving the text. ;D
Extra! CLICK!

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“Tadaima!” Nino called into his house. He shut the door behind him and slipped out of his shoes.

            “Ah, okaeri, Ninomiya-san!” Emily’s voice called back from the kitchen. “Dinner’s just about ready!” Nino gripped the bag of take-out in his hand tightly. She had made him dinner? With what food? I’ll just… save it for tomorrows lunch, Nino told himself, shifting the bag behind his back.

            He walked over to the kitchen and sniffed the warm scent of food that flowed over to him. He poked his head in and said, “Mm. Smells good.”

            “Ah, iie. I hope it will be to your liking, Ninomiya-san.” Nino grinned. He liked how she called him “Ninomiya-san” instead of “Nino”. It made him fell more professional and superior. He took in the sight of her. She was wearing the t-shirt and sweats he had left for her. They were enormous on her small frame, even though he wasn’t much larger than her. The sweatpants were rolled up in big chunks of fabric to show her bare ankles. Her body leaned over the pot of what she was cooking, her back arched and slender. Her black hair trickled over her shoulder and he watched, mesmerized, as she reached back a hand to push the hair behind her ear in one swift movement.

            Nino sucked in a breath and pulled his eyes reluctantly away from the younger woman. He moved over to the fridge and shoved the bag of food into it. Waste of money, he thought glumly, and leftovers suck.

            His eyes flicked back over to Emily, involuntarily. Out of pure curiosity, Nino moved behind her. Her head was up to his nose and he resisted the powerful and random urge to smell her hair. He peeked over her shoulder to the contents of the pot. “So, what’re you making?” He wondered out loud, causing Emily to jump. Her sudden action made him back up slightly in response. Her head turned his way slightly, then back to concentrate on her pot. But Nino noticed the pink color to her cheeks and he couldn’t help but smirk.

            “I-I’m making… miso soup. I hope that’s ok.” Nino’s smirk morphed into a pleasant smile, but she wasn’t looking at him. Her face was pulled into one of mock concentration.

            “It’s perfect,” he said, pulling out a chair to sit on. Emily fitted around with the contents of the pot some more than reached up into one of Nino’s cabinets for bowls. Nino watched, fearful, as she stood on her tiptoes, reaching. He watched as her fingers brushed a bowl and as it toppled down towards her, causing her to start and slip backwards. He stood abruptly, knocking the chair away and caught her around the middle as she let out a startled yelp. “Nani shiteruno, baka?!” He yelled, frustrated. She let out a squeak. She had caught the bowl and was clamping it to her chest, her eyes squeezed shut. His nose was pressed into her hair and he couldn’t help but breathe in her smell which was slightly like his own, courtesy of her being in his house. He unintentionally tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her in a bit closer to him, his body fizzing with pleasure from the closeness.

            They stood like that for a few seconds until he noticed that Emily wasn’t breathing. “Emily,” he said, voice low with distraught, “Breathe!” And as she did just that, Nino released her, taking in his own breath unsteadily. “I’ll get the other bowl,” he declared, stepping in front of her. He avoided looking at her face, afraid of what he might see.

            “I-I’ll…” she took a shaky breath as she tried to voice her squeaky words. “I’ll start serving the soup.” She poured soup into the bowl that she had been holding on so tightly to and traded it with Nino, avoiding his face as well.

            Nino picked up the chair he had turned over and sat, waiting politely for Emily to do the same. When she did, he dug into his still steaming bowl, burning his tongue and throat in the process. The scorching soup left a throbbing trail down his throat, but it calmed his nerves. “Umei!” He exclaimed, eyes widening at the taste.

            Emily looked up from blowing on her own soup and smiled uncertainly at him. “Hontou ni?” she asked, taking her own spoonful.

            “Un! Sugoku oishii desu! Mecha mecha umai!” Nino couldn’t help but let loose the stream of terms for “delicious”, especially the one used on Shukudai-kun. To him, the soup was perfect. It was the best meal he’d had in a while, and it was only miso soup.

            “Ne, Ninomiya-san?” Emily asked. She sounded hesitant. Nino grunted through spoonfuls, letting her know he was indeed listening to her. “I was wondering… how… how did I get into different clothes before? While I was still sick?”

            Nino choked on his soup, spluttering it all over. He coughed loudly, pounding on his chest, cheeks brightening and eyes wide.

 

            Emily was so shocked by Nino’s reaction that her mind reacted painfully slow to his coughing figure. When she finally realized that he was choking, she rushed over to let her hands flutter uselessly around his back. She didn’t know if she could take touching him again. “Go-Gomenasai! For the sudden question.” His fists continued to pound on his chest and Emily closed her eyes before pounding on his back.

            The coughs slowed into wheezes and Nino closed his eyes. He took deep, rattling breaths and Emily backed away, frightened by what she had done. She noticed his colored cheeks, but only thought that it was from the loss of air. “Gomen ne!” she said again, still standing.

            “No,” he rasped, clearing his throat. “It’s ok, my fault. Of course you’d be curious.” His voice sounded strained and it seemed like it pained him to talk, which it probably did, Emily realized. He motioned for her to sit again and she did, waiting stiffly for him to answer her question.

            “You’re clothes were soaked from the rain,” he explained, eyes avoiding her face. “So, they were just making your fever worse. I had to get you into dry clothes…” he paused and took a shaky breath. Emily’s whole body burned, wondering how much he had seen. As she lowered her gaze, she caught the uncomfortable pose of Nino and the coloring of his cheeks. Was he embarrassed as well? “I put you in mine,” he cleared his throat. “At least you’re better now, right? You should eat,” He started back on his soup, leaving Emily to her confused thoughts, slowly slurping her own.

 

            As usual, she couldn’t finish. She didn’t feel much like thinking, ashamed by the perverse thoughts she knew would enter her mind because of the man sitting across from her. She tried to start a conversation with Nino, to get her mind of things, though she knew very well how well that would work. “What did you do at the studio today, Ninomiya-san?”

            Through slurps, Nino explained his busy day making up things he had missed the past week. He also noted how Ohno was late to the studio, which was unusual for him, and Emily had to turn her head away to hide her smile.

            “By the way,” Nino said, finished. “Where’d you get all the ingredients for miso soup? Even I know my house is empty of food. That’s why I live on take-out.”

            Emily bit her lip and looked farther away. Oh god. What should I say? “Etto… someone dropped it off in front of the house…?” she couldn’t keep the uncertainty out of her lie. Nino glared at her, but didn’t press on. He shrugged and brought up a new, unwanted topic.

            “So what do you want to do about your family?”

            Emily faltered, feeling herself visibly droop. She didn’t want to leave Nino yet. She didn’t want to walk out of the perfect dream she was in but she knew she had to go back sometime. “Tomorrow I could drive you before work; drop you off,” he offered. “I could borrow a car from Johnny’s.”

            “I guess,” she said, pouting. “But wouldn’t that cause publicity issues?”

            Nino shook his head, leaning his elbows on the table, interlocking his fingers and resting his hands in the table to peer at her. Emily loved the pose. It made him seem perplexed and worried. Incredibly sexy. His brow furrowed. “That shouldn’t be a problem, I don’t think. As long as you don’t mention anything…”

            “So, a secret!” Emily exclaimed, excited. Sharing a secret with Nino!

            “Ah, a secret,” he muttered, “It means you can’t say anything to anyone.” Emily’s soaring mood dropped a notch again. That was right. She wouldn’t be able to tell her fellow fangirls and friends, or her mom. “Don’t pout. This is serious.” She nodded, mouth clamped shut. Her mind was protesting the idea, completely trying to reject it. She had a big mouth, but she would attempt to keep it shut. And in doing so, she would be helping Nino. That thought made her light again.

            “Yosh,” he sighed standing up to dump the bowl into the sink. “I’ll get you up early, tomorrow, so go to bed soon.”

 

            As it turned out, Nino also had to request a driver if he was going to use a Johnny’s car, so Emily ended up in the back with him. He had refused to let her go alone. She didn’t know his intentions, but the thought of him wanting to be with her made her giddy.

            The car was one of the smaller ones. The air around the two was tense from unspoken thoughts and words; getting tenser every time Nino’s knee bumped hers. Emily ended up having to press her cheek to the window to cool her warm face. She shut her eyes and buried herself in memories of the past couple of days, making sure she’d missed nothing. Clasped in her sweaty hand was the letter Nino had written to her. No way was she about to leave it at his house.

            “Tired?” Nino’s tight voice entered her head and her eyes fluttered open to immediately rest on his face. He was looking at her with sad eyes and Emily felt her own well up with tears.

            “Not really,” she whispered, sniffling. “How’d you get the address, anyway?” She asked, curious.

            A tiny grin settled upon Nino’s lips, brightening his somber features. “I have my ways,” he said cruelly, leaving Emily to guess.

            “I… don’t want to go back,” she mumbled, closing her burning eyes again. She felt Nino shift on the seat beside her and a warm hand was suddenly stroking her hair. The touch was too soft and comforting for Emily to be able to do anything except sit in shock, body fuming.

            “I know,” he soothed. His lips were close to her ear and she felt his warm breath brush against it. Her heart squeezed and sped along with her breathing. She made no effort to try to slow it down. His lips brushed her cheeks, sending tremors down her spine and shocks through her skin. She didn’t feel like wondering what his intentions were. Her mind bubbled with pleasure from his touch, but after a few short seconds he pulled away. She felt him go with extreme sadness. The car stopped and she pulled herself up reluctantly.

            “Do I have to go?” She choked out, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. His fingers brushed them away. Then he gripped her cheeks in his palms and brushed the tears off her face gently with his thumbs.

            “Un. Here…” Nino took his hands off her face, which Emily didn’t like so much. Her head swam more when he wasn’t touching her, letting her mind run free to think. Which wasn’t a good thing in this case. He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out a little slip of paper. “When everything is settles… You have a cell phone, right?” She nodded, eyebrows high wonder. “When things settle down, text me, or call me. Just to let me know everything is ok… I’ll know it’s you. Not many have this number.”

            Emily nodded again. She was still in wonder at what was happening. Nino had given her his number. Which meant they could talk whenever… He reached across her and opened the door. His eyes told her to leave, and she slid out of the car. She looked back at him with a pained expression. His reflected exactly what she was feeling. “Matta ne,” he whispered and closed the door. The car drove away.

 

            Nino sat in the studio, playing his game. His foot was bouncing and he could hardly concentrate on the game, which was weird for him. He kept pausing it to meticulously check his phone. “Mou!” he mumbled. How long does it take to work things out…?

            Just then his phone buzzed against his thigh, causing ripples to spread through his body. He pulled it out hastily with shaking hands. He hardly noticed as Ohno peeked over his shoulder and grinned widely. He didn’t even look up as Ohno patted him on the shoulder.

 

Ninomiya-san?

 

            Nino smiled and replied to her text.

 

“Nino” is fine, Emily.

 

            He held his phone and waited for her to text back, not even picking up his game while he waited.

 

Jaa… Nino-san!

-Emily

 

            He grinned widely and heaved a great relieved sigh.

 

I will talk to you later, ne Emily? I promise.

 

            10 seconds later….

 

Yakusoku da ^^

Mata ne. Ganbatte~!

-Emily <3