Title: We can make it! [The Macaroni Remix]
Rating: PG
Group/Pairing: Arashi; Ohmiya
Warnings/Genre (ie mpreg, kinks, etc): fluff, humour, AU
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Link to Original Story: (Probably) The Most Pointless Day Of The Year Link to Original Writer: 
fabuliseWhen I heard the dishes crash, all my danger alerts went off. Broken dishes are a bad sign in most situations but if you work with Matsumoto Jun, chef and resident crazy man, it’s a sure thing of the end of the world.
I got there first and saw Ohno, our overqualified dishwasher –because he wants to be one or because he doesn’t want to be anything actually-, looking sadly at the mess. I had never talked to him before that, mostly because he looked weird. I already had enough with Aiba, our
other chef and resident crazy man. He had got me the job, after all, and being a waiter was easier than I had thought at first so I humored the guy all I could. He was a childhood friend, too, but that’s neither here or there.
‘Jun-kun is going to kill me,’ Ohno said and stared at me.
‘No, he won’t. He only barks, you know? He’ll never bite you.’
I almost took back my words when I saw Matsumoto’s face as he estimated the damages.
‘Ohno, you’re not getting a paycheck this month either,’ he said, sighing afterwards.
I was shocked when he reacted as that was a common occurrence. Later, I found out it was and that strangely, Matsumoto had never fired him. I thought it was weird and I still do. Matsumoto once tried to fire me over a dish that got to the customers two degrees colder than it should, so I keep Oh-chan away from him. But I’m getting ahead.
‘Or was it Ninomiya’s fault?’
I was already making a swift exit but those words were full of danger. I went back.
‘I wasn’t here, you know it!’
‘See? He’s reacting badly, so that proves it. It’s Ninomiya’s fault, obviously.’
I tried to look at Ohno with a begging look, but I don’t think it worked because only he did was smile nervously.
‘Jun…’
‘The matter is solved, Ohno. Ninomiya is paying for the damages. We can’t let the owner know you broke the dishes yet again.’
He left without even looking at me, probably to rat me out to the manager.
‘Eh, Ninomiya?’
‘Yes, traitor?’
‘I’ll pay you back, don’t worry.’
Well, he wasn’t that bad.
Valentine’s Day sucked at the restaurant (it still does) because you just never know when to interrupt the adoring couples. When it’s over, it’s a relief and one year, I was in such a charitable mood, I took Ohno drinking.
‘I’ll pay, so drink anything you want!’
The bartender snorted when I said that.
‘Mister, don’t believe what this idiot tells you. We’re lucky he pays his drinks so…’
Damn Nishikido. I shouldn’t have taken Ohno to my regular bar.
Ohno just laughed, though, and ordered a beer.
We went up the alcohol scale and by the time we left –putting everything on Ohno’s tab- we had just refused a glass of those almost impossible 96º proof vodkas. I was not drunk enough to let Nishikido poison me.
‘Let’s go home,’ said Ohno. He grabbed me by the wrist, put me in a cab and next thing I knew, I was at an unknown door, laughing as Ohno fumbled with the keys. I felt a little scared. I almost didn’t know the guy. So I did find him oddly attractive but what were the odds he found me attractive as well? I mean, I’m a good-looking man, but
man is the operative word there.
‘You know, Oh-chan, I’m gay.’
My next reaction, understandably, was to bang my head against the wall.
‘You’ve been staring at my ass for months, so I know.’
I felt like a Playstation that needs to be restarted for a few minutes, until Ohno kissed me and I realized it was real.
And now I’ll skip the next part. Really, it was awesome but you don’t need to know. It’ll probably traumatize you. And if it doesn’t, I don’t think I want you to fantasize about my sex life.
When I woke up next morning, the room was filled with the home-like smell of breakfast being cooked. So Ohno was a good cook, I thought –life later disabused me of that notion. I put on a pair of pants that I found laying around and tried to look as presentable as possible.
Slowly, I made my way towards the scent and was greeted by the sight of a woman who looked quite a bit like the man I just had spent the night with.
‘Oh.’
I have always been quite an eloquent fellow, can you tell?
‘Oh.’
Thankfully, the woman I was already hoping would be my mother-in-law had always been eloquent too.
‘Hm. I’m Ninomiya Kazunari. Pleased to meet you.’
I even bowed, despite the hangover.
‘I’m… Ohno’s mother.’
She cocked an eyebrow. I was impressed by that ability of hers.
‘Yes, Ohno told me you lived together.’
‘Can I ask which Ohno we’re talking about?’
‘My permanence in the house is dependant on that answer?’
‘Well, if you’re talking about the Ohno that paints her nails on purpose, I might have to call her boyfriend.’
Probably noticing my hangover, she put a coffee cup in front of me as she spoke. That didn’t make her sound any less threatening.
‘Oh, no. It’s the one that does it because he doesn’t care if he gets paint stains.’
Her whole demeanor changed the moment I said it.
‘That’s perfect then. Do you want some toast?’
‘Sure. I love toast.’
I was sure I’d charm her.
‘I don’t,’ she said as she gave me toast. Delicious toast, I must say.
‘Then why do you cook it?’
‘Because I’m a masochist.’
As I said, eloquence is one of the two things we have in common.
‘Oh. Then suffer away.’
‘Satoshi loves them too.’
The other one stands to reason.
virdant, 
